[LOG] Terrorize me, baby.
WHO: The Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood :| Azakari Sai and Uchiha Sasuke.
WHAT: Something terrible.
WHEN: Today.
WHERE: Japanese History III AP classroom after school.
WARNINGS: Graphically depicted rape, bribery, and generally assery. Some swearing.
"Good afternoon,"
(Tedious.
Routine.
He follows it anyways)
Sai walks in to the filled classroom, bows deeply, tries to smiles to the teacher (it's a woman, she's a substitute, she looks like she could still be in high school with a face like that).
He doesn't realize that he's late, until his seat has been taken by someone (whose name he doesn't care to remember and probably will just call them 'it'). Looking sideways to the teacher, she begins to write her name on the board.
'Ma (馬) -
Ni (二) -
Ka (佳)"
And Sai (is forced) to find a (new) seat.
There is a seat in the front row, centre; but the seat is the worst candidate in his opinion (the seat in the front would force him to cooperate during class; and the Manika woman seemed to be the annoying, easily-to-be-angered type). Being evasive as he could, he made it to the back of the room; and sat on an empty chair. Silently placing his (black, mature) schoolbag on top of the desk, just before he realized he was sitting behind his newly acquainted friend (from a few nights ago).
"Sasuke-kun, nice to see you again."
(For Sai maybe,
For Sasuke.
Was most likely...
A different story).
Sasuke is always early to this class.
(It's dominated by Junior students, considering it is AP Japanese History III, but it is hardly so unheard of that a Sophomore, let alone an Uchiha, takes advanced classes. Sasuke only has one creative-art related class on his schedule, the same class he's always taken since he started, and it is now that he is in AP Creative Writing IV. Everything he takes, save for his Physical Education course, is Advanced Placement, and everything he takes does he take with too much false enthusiasm. Does he make perfect grades. Sasuke is an Uchiha, in this regard, and not himself.
But has he ever been-?
Of course not.)
His eyes narrow.
(Black black black.
Angry angry angry-
"Stay away from me.")
He doesn't say anything.
(He doesn't need to, either.)
Sai doesn't feel a hint of anything at his reply, just stares dumbly at the back of the boy's head.
(To be honest, Sai had never noticed Sasuke in his class despite his being the only Sophomore in the entire class. That and the fact the other Junior girls would swarm him like ants that just found a piece of cake. But in class, such as Japanese History; Sai would never notice. Preoccupied with the art's that the old times of Japan had to offer was more important to him during this class).
In one swift motion, everyone takes out their textbook; he follows suit by unclipping the bag and remembers that...
"I didn't bring my textbook, Manika-sensei. May I share with someone?"
She looks his way, nods and points to the boy in front of him. "Just share with the person closest to you. Remember to bring your textbook next time."
Directing his focus to the person closet to him, he wondered what that person would do now.
"Sasuke-kun, share your book with me."
(His warning,
Was left unheeded.
Stay away from me.
Was left ignored.
But that was all the boy,
wanted to be) .
Sasuke doesn't spare him a glance.
(Pushes half of his textbook off of his desk and onto Sai's, and continues to stare forward. Hard as a rock. Will not acknowledge the fact that Sai is there because, perhaps, in his own mind he is not. Sasuke sees in blue, speaks in tongues, is completely unmarred because he is not that type, and Naruto is exactly the opposite. Naruto, who has perfect sight, who speaks as bluntly as Japanese is ever spoken, and was given a naval piercing for Christmas on top of all of his boyish scars any person other than an Uchiha might have. Naruto, who is nothing like Sasuke. Sai, who is nothing like Naruto and nothing like Sasuke.
Sai, who Sasuke hates already.)
Because he humiliated him.
(And Sasuke cannot stand that.)
"Thank you, Sasuke-kun," he says and it takes a bit of strength to not pat the boy's back either.
Instead, his eyes trail to the extensive Kanji (that only elite historians were able to write with) on the page. (Samurai, samurai, samurai; and art of said samurai's. Studying over intricate detail of patterned armor that more or less weren't able to keep these people alive. Even so, Sai was still intrigued by it all).
And then, eyes trail to the person beside him (because apparently that person hates him, that person, in fact, absolutely loathes him for reasons Sai understands and chooses to use against him) wondering how to make him a little bit more sociable.
It's an almost-impossible task for anyone, Sai is most likely the worst candidate. But he doesn't want-- can't deny that there's--
(Turning the page, Sai doesn't complete that mental sentence.
His finger slides quickly against the edge.
It results in a)
Paper cut.
It isn't too huge nor too painful, but Sai doesn't like the smell or the taste of blood, there are no tissues in sight, he does not wish to dirty his uniform, and so--
(Turning his body forty-five degrees, Sai places his elbow on the desk.
He opens his mouth to form a sentence.
It results in a)
"Sasuke-kun, I need you to lick this off."
Sasuke's eyes twitch.
(Innate reaction.)
There are certain events that occur in a person's life where it becomes very obvious that the only explanation for it must be that God hates you. There are certain hysterically humiliating events that happen wherein there is no other excuse for it than such, and such a thing has rarely happened to Sasuke for all of the times he has probably deserved it. (For all of the times it has happened to Naruto when Naruto didn't deserve it, and Sasuke always expected some kind of unknown karma was in the works for that kind of occurrence. It has to be that.)
And so it is for all of those times that the entire class, which had been talking loudly, silences themselves at once the second Sasuke says-
"Lick it yourself."
(Dead.
Silent.)
"..."
(And Sasuke burns red.)
There was a word for what Sai was about to do (considering what the boy's next reaction may be), he couldn't put his (bloody-) finger on it but it would (perfectly) describe it.
"But," he drags out. "I don't like the taste of it and you just have to do a quick lick, there aren't any tissues lying around and I don't want to stain my uniform. Sasuke-kun, you don't have to be so stubborn about it, no one will mind," as he says it, he doesn't realise how loud he is. Maybe it was because of the hovering silence that the students were experiencing and the same went for the substitute teacher.
No immediate answer.
He tries (attempts to-) sweeten the deal.
"Do this and we'll call it even. Or--" everyone hangs for it
"I. ("He what's?)
Show. ("He show's what?")
Everyone." ("He means the class?")
Sai wiggles his finger and smiles (a tooth-bearing grin) due to this situation (that these two usually share).
Sasuke opens his mouth to say something when the substitute interrupts them, slamming Ibiki's ruler on his desk, eyes narrowing into a hard glare and a- "You two, detention for being disruptive and inappropriate!"
(A resonating snicker.)
***
Sasuke has only had detention so many times.
(Sai's not yet here when he arrives, slides his backpack off his shoulders, and the substitute glares at him, sipping a cup of mid-afternoon coffee and a bag swung over her shoulder.) And she speaks to him, coldly "-Tell the other boy when he gets here I'll be back in a couple of hours. I expect the room to be spotless when I do return, but I have things to do in the mean time. If the boy never shows up, clean the room up yourself and he'll serve a four hour detention tomorrow. Got it?" (And Sasuke only nods to her, eyes narrowed, as she passes him, pulling his iPod out of his pocket and sticking one of the little ear buds into his left ear.)
Pushes the nearest desk into the correct position lazily, spinning the circle up to full volume and pushing the other bud into his right ear.
(If he could avoid listening to Sai, he would.)
"Good afternoon, Minaka-sen--" he sings happily, only to his surprise she was nowhere to be seen. "Hm? I wonder where she went."
Sai wasn't atrociously late to this 'detention' of theirs, ambling through the school grounds was just surpassingly time-consuming. But in the meantime, his vision narrowed to a lone (almost lazy looking-) figure; and even Sai could hear muffled sounds from the distance between them.
"Sasuke-kun!" he yells, though the effort does not come rewarded; and the reasons are quite obvious.
"Sasuke-kun!" he yells again whilst walking towards him. Ruffling his hair (with his bandaged finger) a bit in the process, with his bag by his side so it can easily be swung to the (in)appropriate desk. Kneeling a bit closer, Sai tugs on the left part of his earphones and says (in a normal voice)
"Sasuke-kun, where's our teacher?"
(Obviously, not in the room.
Obviously, not in between them.
Obviously, Sasuke wouldn't be willing to talk to him)
"I guess we should do something together."
(Obviously, that’s the last thing Sasuke wants to do.)
Sasuke jumps.
(In surprise?
Obviously.)
Wheels to face Sai angrily, ripping the other ear bud out of his ear, and replying in an only slightly raised voice- "-She went out. We're cleaning the room for two hours." (So get the fuck away from me- PleasestaythefuckawayfrommeIhateyou.) But Sasuke doesn't hate Sai. (Not really. If Sasuke doesn't hate Itachi for all the shit he's done, then he doesn't have the ability to hate Sai for what little he's done. Itachi stole everything from Sasuke, even his virginity, which was rightfully Naruto's. Itachi, who is sick, and Sai, who is just really, really annoying.) "So go get a broom and start working."
"All right, then I guess that means we do it together," he says.
But the class isn't messy save for a few pieces of scrap paper here. It's quite neat, really. A broom would be a waste of time (it's just a reason to move dust around from one end to the other) but Sai just languidly looks around for whatever he can collect, retrieving it (the scrap paper with scribbles of "Who do you like?" and "No one") to the closet rubbish bin.
"That was tiring," he isn't serious but yawns for the heck of it.
There's nothing to do.
(Except, replay the events before. The substitute teacher became stern after Sai's little remark, it wasn't inappropriate at all. Sai assumed that she didn't want to witness it due to the fact that either:
a. If she were to witness it, surely some other school would never hire her again.
b. The young hag wanted to lick his finger.
c. Was homophobic.
But after her outburst, she sent Sai to fetch himself a bandaid.)
Caressing his finger just to feel the texture of fabric between his thumbs, he looked around to see if there was anything worthy to do.
And, in older folk terms 'Fate intertwined.'
Because the only thing he thought was worthy to do was something to do with the other human being (in the room).
"Sasuke-kun, I need to tell you something."
(There a few meters apart,
Sai wanted Sasuke to close the distance,
Another,
Impossible,
Feat,
Yet,
Again.)
"About Naruto."
(Or was it just?)
Sasuke is straightening a desk when he glances up.
"What?"
(Said rudely.
Says I Don't Care. Because, really, he fucking doesn't. Naruto could be a woman for all Sasuke cares, because if he were, he would still be a really good lay and give Sasuke more than all the attention in the world. And that's what Sasuke loves. Attention. He breathes it, gluts in it, and doesn't deserve it, because by comparison, he will never ever ever be anything next to Itachi. Is not facing Sai- there's exactly one hour and forty-eight minutes left of this shit left. Of Sai's presence, which Sasuke very much does not appreciate.)
"Actually," he says. "It's something Sasuke-kun already knows, but something I don't think anyone else does."
(It's ambiguous,
It's ambiguous about what's he saying,
It's ambiguous about what's he means,
It's ambiguous about what his intentions are)
"I was thinking about telling the Oshima High cohort and unless something happens otherwise to change my mind, Naruto-kun might get into deep trouble. Maybe even expelled from the school," he makes sure that boy is listening by enunciating his words much louder. "Wouldn't that be interesting for you if he had to change schools? Considering how many schools there are on the island, Naruto-kun might have to move homes to even be able to attend. Aren't I right?"
(But--)
"I wonder what Sasuke-kun could do to change my mind without resorting to violence, I wonder."
Sasuke freezes.
(What?)
Turns to face Sai.
(What?!)
Eyes wide.
(And abruptly-)
Do they fall into apathy.
"What do you want?"
(It's automatic. Sasuke's a hemophiliac, and so fighting, while he can do so affectively, damages him far more than the other person, even if the other person "loses", because the internal damage is always so great. It is one of the reasons Naruto is insistent on fighting his battles for him- In the end, Sasuke is weak. Because if he is punched, the bruise will remain for a long time. If his skin is sucked, the hickey remains for even longer. Bleeding happens off and on, but the clot almost never develops correctly on the first try, and so Sasuke-) Has been sent to the hospital too many times to count. (Blood transfusion.
This is the Uchiha's curse.)
Fists balled.
"You have to figure that out for yourself, Sasuke-kun," he replies.
(Because, it's no fun for Sai if he just tells him what he wants.
But, truthfully.
Truthfully.
Sai doesn't know what he wants.
And whatever the boy may attempt.
Might just be,
What Sai wants.)
Sai notices the clenched fists. And immediately knows that a brawl is something he definitely doesn't want.
(He’s heard about the rumours, possibly even the truth, about the disability the Uchiha clan possess, almost everyone has. That and Sai was never a fighter, his words were enough to hurdle a young man into more pain than his fists could.)
Chuckling, he waits for another (infamous) reaction.
"Leave Naruto alone."
(Sasuke is so defensive.
So fucking defensive.)
"-And I'll give you anything you want."
(Sasuke is so close to punching him. To just raising his fist and slugging Sai in the face, but he maintains control and waits for when the moment to kick this idiot's ass into the floor.) Perhaps he is too attached. (Because when he says Anything, he absolutely means it. He takes any option that could possibly come up and says it would be okay as long as Narutodoesn'tleavegodfuckingdamnitdamnitdamnit- Because Sai is meddling in something he doesn't understand. A relationship painfully complicated and rooted on Sasuke's instability. A twig supporting a house. That is the two of them, and Sai-
Is cruel.)
"Do you love him?" he asks.
(It's a question out of curiosity, because in all honesty; he is really curious. Sai understands from what he's heard about this boy that he cares for no one but himself. Therefore that leads to the current question, which can easily be translated to--)
"Do you really love him or do you love him for the sex?"
(Because, not only is he curious; he's also confused. If the almighty-Sasuke did not care for anyone, why did he care so much about Naruto? Was it the thought of him being expelled, drive him into a severe case of sexual withdrawal? It was an inhumane kind of thought, but there was really nothing humane about Sai either.)
"From that alone, can you assume what I'm asking you?"
(Can he? Sai doesn't usually have such pathetic wants or needs.
Sai doesn't usually have feelings either.
But his annoying persistence as affected his view on a few things,
Especially on,
Sasuke-).
Sasuke isn't startled.
(It wouldn't be the first time.)
Sasuke's angry, of course.
(But he contains it.
Because Naruto-
Sasuke has known Naruto too well since the beginning of Freshman year. Sasuke has known Naruto even more closely since the start of 2008.) He stares at Sai, a kind of firey (-redredred, spinning, whirling, wheels of black against redredred- But not here. Never here.) rage in his black(red)blackblack Uchiha eyes, and he could kill him right now if he was that kind of person. (But he can't ever hate anyone enough. Not ever.) And chuckles. (Like it's all a realization. Desperate, desperate little laugh, but the exasperation is impossible to hear because he's had sixteen years training himself to not show off what he feels, and this is the second year he's ever begun betraying that training.)
"So that's what you want?"
Walks over to Sai, and-
(Drops to his knees.)
So that Sai can't see-
(his face.)
To be frank, Sai's completely inexperience in the area that Sasuke (obviously) has a hefty amount of knowledge about; but his stoic exterior fails to reflect the turmoil inside him. So, he shuffles back a few tentative steps (away from Sasuke, just for a little bit).
"Do you always start in this position?" he asks. Before, he too begins to fall.
"I was thinking on the lines of something else."
(Unlike Sasuke,
Sai actually wants to see his face).
"And, you still haven't answered my question," because, his curiosity wanted to be satiated first.
(Ah, Sai was a choosey lover;
If he could be called that.
He knows he doesn't deserve this;
But he was always a champion pretender).
"No, I don't."
(Said shortly.)
"And as for Naruto?"
(Said coldly.)
"I've never been in love with anybody."
(Kidding himself.
And so he continues to speak.)
"-Tell me what you want me to do or I will do it myself."
(Because Sasuke wants to get this over with. Because Sasuke will make this as good for Sai as possible just to make sure Sai doesn't ever bring up their blackmail again and that they can be considered "even", or whatever the like may be. So that Naruto-) Because there are certain elements of his life that Sasuke cannot function without. (Air, medication, writing, eating, and Naru-) And Naruto will always be on that list, but only the last on it, because while he is a necessity (-everything is a necessity. Everything is a Need. Naruto is a need, Itachi is a need, Shisui is a need, Orochimaru is a need, Karin is a need- Sai is a need. In the end, Sasuke really is-)
"So blunt," he answers but Sai has grown to become impatient (a day and a night can change a person).
Other than this, he knows (from the source) that this boy isn't in love with anyone; not even the (penis-less) blonde. Though his words can't be trusted because Sai can tell there's something stronger than simply 'lust' between them. It isn't just lust, but Sasuke claims it to not be love (and for some reason that Sai can't exactly describe, that doesn't disappoint him; not in the least).
And loving 'no one' is close to impossible. There is the probable chance that Sasuke harbours a 'love' to his family (or maybe, just one member) similar to that like Sai. Although, those ties were (and are-) broken. His brother is non-existent, a mere memory whilst his guardian, uses him as nothing more as a tool. His latest task was not yet spoken of; his latest task was probably-
Thinking ceases there.
A burning sensation wells up.
Sai unbuttons his shirt as quickly as he can, takes off the undergarments beneath them.
(It's a bit of a risk-
Although he's willing to take it)
Leans in closer, hands grasp the back of his head and his lips lightly touches Sasuke's (faintly pale pink) ones. He starts to whisper "Now, the rest is up to you."
(Sai's isn't soft-hearted,
But he is nowhere near close to brash.
He's just dead in the center.
The center of his heart.)
Even if the rapid beating, begs to differ.
If Sasuke wasn't getting something out of this- (a few more years with Naruto, perhaps?) that would have been his breaking point. That would have been the moment he finally cracked and punched Sai hard into the floor, but he doesn't because (I'll kill myself, you know. If you go. I'll lose it. Do you know that?) If Sasuke wasn't getting something out of this, he might have strangled Sai, because kissing is something too (-romantic? Personal? And he is neither of these things with Sai. Neither at all.) for him to stand with anyone other than Naruto. (He can't.
He just can't do it.)
Sasuke is not blunt.
(His arms are shaking.
With anger?
No.
Probably disgust or horror.)
But they raise either way, his palm groping awkwardly between Sai's legs, between the fabric of the black(Blackblackblack like Sasuke's eyes like Sasuke's hair like Sasuke's-) uniform pants that look just like his (-and he's only going so fast because he wants to get this over with soon enough, because the sooner he can, the sooner he will be able to go home. Go home and-) Do what? (Because he won't tell Naruto about it. He knows that already.) He knows that because Sasuke-
(... doesn't know anything?)
Is this all he does?
Was fervently resonating inside the framework of Sai's head.
But Sai doesn't deny it.
(As a matter of fact,
He asked for it.
It really isn't Sasuke's fault,
That Sai doesn't specify his needs to him.
It also would be rude of Sai,
To just leave after all he's been through)
But Sai doesn't care for it.
Instead he just stays in this position, almost being able to feel his hand under the layers of his pants. And Sai fails to understand how a hand job is less significant (to the boy) than lips (barely) touching. Then again, many opinions were different to others.
Jokingly to break (the thick, the awkward-) tension, he questions:
"Do you think one hand will be enough?"
Sasuke snorts, (-very softly), to himself, despite the situation, unzipping Sai's pants and jerking him a few more strokes until he's- (Sasuke knows all about this. Shisui taught him all about this.) He pulls his bangs behind his ears and, cheeks a color of red, if only because (-it's so big, Jesus hell), kisses up the vein in the fashion Naruto always does to him. (Sucks up until he rims his tongue lightly at the top, where the sour taste of precum resides. Closes his eyes and-)
Dips his head.
Down.
(Up.
Down.)
And licks.
(Jerking off what of ten inches he can't fit down his throat just like Naruto does for him.
Because even though Shisui taught him all of this, all about sex, it is Naruto he ever learned anything.)
Repeat.
Sai is silent during the duration of this oral fixation. He doesn't utter a word, though there are seconds where he has to make a barely audible moan (-of enjoyment? Of satisfaction?).
In a moment of confession, there were times where he had to give himself a job but they probably wouldn't have felt the same as this. Definitely not.
Even after the numerous repeats of 'dip, lick, suck' Sasuke endures, it takes almost an infinite amount of time before it comes. And when it does,
Sai closes (squeezes) his eyes (shut), and seethes a curse through his teeth.
If this were any place else, he may have yelled or actually convey a glimpse of enjoyment but he can't (they're still in class, the door is wide open, someone could walk in, someone could hear--) however, he's lying, to himself. There was never a time where he cared what others saw or heard (these were just excuses), he only remembered the (extensive) training he had undergone to keep his emotions in check. Screaming someone’s' name out of sheer enjoyment, was out of the question, (he would never hear the end of it, his muses would shun him, he was a filthy hypocrite-)
And then he tries to return to the real word (where the boy that he drew naked a few days ago, was giving him a 'blowjob').
(He breathes,
Heavily.
Sai is sure that's all Sasuke needs,
To know he did a good job).
Sasuke swallows most of it when Sai comes (-hard, and abrupt, in his mouth. No warning at all. The lack of taste surprises him a little, it's like barely salted saliva, and for what doesn't make it down his throat does he wipe away on his wrist, before glancing up at Sai, almost expectantly, though he doesn't know at all what he expects, only other than that-) And begins to pull his belt out of his pants, the fact that he's already (-ready? It's embarrassing, if nothing else.) agitating and constricting to the tighttight material of his blackblack pants.
"What way do you want it?"
(He sounds like a prostitute.
He really does.)
But in this situation, is he not?
(Selling himself for-)
Naruto.
(Always Naruto.)
Direct and blunt.
(He speaks that way, it's his native tongue; Japanese so harsh that it almost breaks his heart. Almost.)
Licking his lips (almost dryly, he does not care for them too much), he tries to find a suitable (considering their situation) position. There are many that Sai can choose from the top of his mind (however, those thoughts are due to any urges he posses in his free time; the ones in his mind are only the result of drawing practises).
He picks one.
(And steadily moves his naked body closer, to--)
"Sasuke-kun, do you have a problem with being uke?" he does not expect an answer. "Well, so do I," it's huskier than a voice he could create by himself.
"Though, I'm sure we can work a way out. I just enjoy the thought of being on top."
Sai knows what position he wants.
(Though uttering out loud, would just be taboo.
To both himself,
His (dead, non-existent on this God-forsaken planet, older) brother,
And his (father-figure, tyrant, saint of a) teacher,
But moreover,
He'd be ridiculing himself.)
Only due to the fact that he wants to have sex with the most (direct, blunt) screwed up kid in his life.
Sasuke's eyes narrow.
(-It doesn't take less than a second to know exactly what Sai is talking about. It would be incorrect to say Sasuke is really experienced with sex because he's only been having it on a regular basis for two months, but he is not stupid nonetheless, and he is not-) Bothering to grace Sai's words with a response. (Sasuke is not a blunt person, by nature, he really isn't, but he wants this to be over and done with as soon as it can be because the sooner it is, the sooner he can go home to-) What then?
Pulls his pants off, underwear following.
(-For Naruto.
Always.
And only.
Because-)
And dips his head back between Sai's thighs to wet him down enough for this to not be so painful.
(It will be.)
Lick.
Dip.
Suck.
(Twice.)
"Lay back."
(Said lowly. Melancholy is Sasuke's name, and it has been so consistently since he was eight or nine. Since he grew up. Sasuke is not an innocent person, but the ways he is treating Sai right now are all of the ways he was treated by Itachi and Shisui, all of the ways Naruto would never dream to treat him ever. There's a pressure in the front of his skull, his jaw aches from using it as much as he did, and there's that Taste in his mouth, but he does not stop for a second because-) Sasuke is everyone's. (He's too pretty. He's too smart and too attractive for his own good, and so almost everyone that meets him wants him, to some degree. Some are just more forward than others. Sasuke is not the blunt one here.
Sai is.)
He knows he's blunt.
(Admitting it would be futile (does it make a difference, to state that who is on top and on the bottom? Aren't both sides gaining something or is the pride that important to one's self?). It doesn't, in opinion. Even if this boy denies it or excuses what he does for something else, Sai does not care (he doesn't, he really doesn't) about him (or anything that has to do with him) but this moment is completely different).
Following orders, he lies down backwards (languidly, arms fleetingly touch his stomach and move upwards).
He's completely naked, a bit cautious (lies) because eyes pierce at the door (lies).
It's only a fun little game that Sai is willing to play (lies).
(Because the truth is, Sai has no feelings and knows Sasuke does. And to both his advantage and disadvantage, he needs to get closer to this boy. Because Root commanded him to. Because this bond that he tried to make exists is made of lies and fake wants and needs. Because it's a great excuse to cover up the fact that he's alone).
Sai has no one. Friends are something he's only heard of. It's intangible.
(But now...)
He'll just put on a smiling facade for what this boy wanted to get over and done with it.
(Truthfully, Sai did find this a little fun).
Sasuke stands above him, lowering himself down to his knees slowly enough, angrily enough in his own precursing way, and he makes a quiet gasp of a noise when he grabs Sai's ankles and pushes himself down onto him- "Oh god fuck-" (Three-quarters of the way down fast before Sai grabs his hips and pushes him down all of the way, and Sasuke would scream because it's so intensely different from the way it is with Naruto, so immeasurably intense and-) He's trembling. (Can barely move. Only adjusts. For several seconds is he deadpan frozen, gasping every few seconds because it's too deep that he can barely-)
Think.
Breathe.
Forces himself up and-
Pulls himself back down.
(All the way.
Groans.)
Sai clenches his eyes shut. He had the urge to scream in profanities, but he doesn’t.
(In.
Out.
In.
Out-
How much does it hurt?)
He notices the groans and the anguish, but that doesn’t stop him (from smiling, from continuing). Sai sounds masochistic at this point in time, but he tries not to be. Because he knows that he is doing the same exact things.
(It’s tight.
So very tight.
It hurts him too-
So much.)
In the part of his body, it’s hard for him to not dig his way deeper. Sai is craving more, he’s being greedy, and he was nowhere close to his limits.
( A thrust.
Once more.
Maybe even-
A few more?)
Sai’s hands move up from Sasuke’s hips to the muscles on his bank as he-
(Gives it to him.
Extremely fast.
So fast that-
Sai didn’t even know he had it in him).
Sasuke can't not make a noise. (A sound. The door is open and he's doing his best to not say anything, but he lifts himself, up and down up and down, deeperdeeperdeeper and it's so intense it's driving him crazy, driving him completely blind, and so when he bucks himself down completely does he bite back screaming because holyfuckingfuck, if Sasuke were the particular type to swear in abundance.) But he isn't. (Presses his palms into Sai's chest to support his weight and moves, as fast as he can, which isn't particularly so, legs trembling and incomplete in the-) "Oh- Godfuck-"
Grinds himself down, hard.
(Sasuke is such a fucking slut, isn't he-
But no.
He really-
Isn't.)
Gasps and-
moans.
(So deep. He could kill himself. It doesn't even hurt much more than it feels-)
Blinding.
In a sheer moment of ecstasy, overcome by said intensity; Sai managed to swap positions in a short amount of time. They had been at it for a while, there was sweat and after this; there was the possibility of something much better. Hands pressed down to the floor with Sasuke’s head between him, blinded with desire, he places his mouth hard on top of Sasuke (ignoring any reactions that he’ll have against him).
(Sai doesn’t care.
He’s blinder than Sasuke at this point.)
Therefore he pushes (deadpan hastily that it feels like he slammed into him and didn’t care) three-quarters of himself inside- then ruthlessly shoves back out). Clenching his teeth to suppress the groans he made, Sai repeated the process or distracted his mouth with a part of Sasuke’s body (neck, ears, and collarbone)
(Sai doesn’t think of Sasuke as a slut.
He’s just willing to give himself for someone else.)
And that’s when Sai guesses (panting heavily, sweating heavily, groaning heavily), that Sasuke might just really be in love with Naruto.
Funny how things turned out for him. Funny how things turned out for Sai. Funny how things might turn out for their relationship. Funny how things might turn out for their relationship.
(Sai doesn’t stop.
He just speeds up two seconds more than before)
Sasuke doesn't know when he stopped caring about how much noise he made.
(He doesn't know when he stopped being able to control his tone of voice. He doesn't remember when he started screaming like a bitch- doesn't know and equally doesn't care, because he's absolutely not thinking about it. Not thinking about anything or anyone but-) Naruto. Absolutely Naruto. (-is not here. Cannot save Sasuke. But Sasuke is far too stubborn to ever acknowledge that he needs saving, that he needs-) Naruto. (Things like this. Trauma after trauma after trauma. Sasuke functions on it.) Grabs Sai's wrist for some amount of support, and he cannot control himself anymore, cannot-
(Breathe.
It's too.
Fucking.
Much.)
It's about time. Sai closes his eyes, feels a drop of sweat escape from his sleek hair, feels another drop running down his pale stone back, feels the harsh breathing from Sasuke-
(And the meaning of this, oh wait ... he remembers, there is no meaning. What they're doing, what he is doing, what this boy is doing is all meaningless... yet it should be.)
Thrusting harder, Sai seethes a moan from pleasure (that shouldn't feel this way).
Eyes close tightly, knuckles turn white, face becomes cringed, and he knows that this won't happen again.
(Ichi.
Ni.
San.
He now counts in his native tongue).
It's takes strength to not even collapse but he does so. Sai manages to wriggle out of the constraint he was enjoyable inside moments ago, and huskily (his voice had gone numb, as his tone) whispered to the nape of Sasuke's ear "Would you call this rape, Sasuke-kun?"
(Would you?)
Sasuke cannot sit up as immediately as he wants to.
(Cannot feel his lower half and can't stop his arms from shaking, and there's that feeling- dripping wet and disgusting, the same feeling he gets when Naruto cums inside of him, though it is far worse in measure because-) Lying on the floor. (Breathing hard. Manipulated, and- Some of them want to be abused- Sasuke. Sasuke, on the floor, shaking because that's what you do when you're about to cum and you abruptly-) Stop. (-It's just like before. It's nothing like before. It's absolutely nothing like Itachi and Shisui because Sasuke knows exactly what he is doing right now, and exactly what happened.
Sasuke knows.)
Sasuke cannot get up yet.
Off the (clean, because he made sure it was) floor.
Opens his mouth to speak and only-
(-loses his voice.
Entirely.)
In the midst of finding his shirt, Sai notes that that boy is still on the ground. Silent. Deep in thought. Smirking, Sai chooses to crawl and hover over him (as if his humor wasn't masochistic enough). His hand moves to an area, where Sasuke (most likely) would feel the most sensitive.
His left eyebrow cocks to one side.
"Since you're at a loss for words, can't get up and neither you nor I haven't fully settled in comfortably; I don't think you would mind for another go... would you, Sasuke-kun?"
Looking up to the corner of his room, his bag sitting neatly on his desk; Sai felt like using one more horrendously, sneaky tactic for Sasuke to comply to his willing needs.
"Oh, did I tell you, Sasuke-kun... I bought myself a nice new phone two weeks ago. It has a very nice feature that helps me in Art. It takes high quality photos and good videos too."
(Sai had a natural ability to blackmail.
But usually,
He had an actual reason to do so.)
Sasuke cocks his head (-painfully), to the side.
(But stares at him still.)
"I dare you."
Pauses.
"I fucking dare you."
Lifts (-oh god it hurts oh god oh god ohgodithurts) one of his legs and hikes it over Sai's shoulder.
Grinning.
(Like a crazy crazy, you see.)
Now, Sai is at a loss for words.
Every reply possible had run through his mind once or twice. (Doyoureallynow? Idon'tdodares. I'veneverseenyousoenthusiastic. Getready.) However, he goes for one that hasn't popped up.
Sai just doesn't speak. Instead, he smirks (not as much as Sasuke's grin) and places (tenfullinches of) himself inside him.
(Ignoring the more level-headed voice that asked why Sasuke would dare him for such a thing, Sai chooses to childishly believe that Sasuke actually wants this.)
(Three quarters in--
Three quarters out--
Everything shoved back in).
And Sasuke bucks up, hard, again, gripping at Sai's waist and-
"Ohfuckfuckfuck Sai-"
(It's not pleasure.
One would have to be a complete imbecile to ever think Sasuke was enjoying this, because the way his throat is constantly contracting, swallowing down whatever sick emotion is running through his head at the time, Sasuke cannot think, and he is only a fraction of being adjusted to having Sai out of him before he's penetrated again and-) Gripping down hard onto Sai's hips, because (-Sasuke is a masochist. Everyone knows that. Everyone knows that. Sasuke gluts on his pain, enjoys Kyuubi's forcefullness, enjoyed, to some degree, the morbidity of Shisui and Itachi raping him.
But only to a degree.)
But in the end.
(He is a masochist.)
Tightens his leg down Sai's spine, and-
(shaking.
Sasuke can't stop shaking.)
There's that fine line, where-
(A wispy stroke of black watercolor barely reaches the edge of crisp parchment, delicate pastels bleed into fiercely blinding colors, you think that you have no more inspiration and no will to continue)
You believe an act.
Because Sai thinks (no, wants to believe) that maybe(maybemaybe) this boy does have (some,quarterofalitre) feelings (for) of him (not Naruto, not anyone else). Though logic reminds him that it's 'just a dream, a fantasy created by testosterone and impulse and really; you don't care for this boy at all'. So, he tries his best to feign (create a veil of-) pleasure and that Sasuke (notthisboy) does not see through any ounce of vulnerabilty in Sai's face. It's difficult to see through a veil (which Sai is impossibly excellent at).
He thrusts and winces.
(Hands on Sasuke's waist,
just to stop the shaking.)
But Sasuke couldn't understand that if he tried.
(Why Sai would have any real interest in him, because at the root-)
Sasuke is just pretty.
(Not much else.
And to go to such infinite extremity to attain any form of "pretty" is sick to him. Sick as every stroke makes him want to vomit, makes him want to scream, makes him deaf to his phone vibrating from his pants tossed away somewhere, vibrating a text message of "Where the shit are you?" from Naruto, because "I got takeout and it's your favorite. Come home soon, tomatoqueen." Sasuke doesn't hear it the same way he doesn't see much because his eyes are screwed shut, and he can't see much outside the red of the inside of darkness of his sight turned off, and everytime he does open them is he-)
in an ocean.
in the sky.
(blue.)
Groans and rides down on him--
(Drained of his colors.)
It's not really about how pretty Sasuke was. In the back of his mind, Sai, would condescend the comments that idolized the popular boy. 'Oh, he's so sexy when he's brooding' and the 'If only he would pay attention to me'. There was no understanding to their absentminded lusting, because 'If he weren't to brood would he be less sexier than before? and the 'I didn't know he could pay attention.'. But now-
(Behind layers of clothing, of skin, of flesh, of bones and blood)
Sasuke's just broken.
Sai is too.
(Neither shall admit.)
Maybe those of the same attract one another?
(Maybe opposite attract even more)
He penetrates.
And penetrates.
Until, he reaches that final moment of ecstasy-
(Sai must look like such a hypocritical bastard)
He does.
(As a matter of fact, but-
Sasuke's opinion doesn't matter.)
"Are you satisfied?"
Said lowly.
(Like an animal infected with rabies, like a dog about to go crazy and kill you off as well- Sasuke is so very not weak in the idea that he is an Uchiha, and therefor he is a strong person, regardless of popular assumption. Sasuke's got a body any person would kill for and invisible muscle mass that makes excelling at athletics second nature, not to mention a brilliant mind to make everything just perfect.) But it's not. (Sasuke, who thinks Itachi's perfect, who thinks Sasori's perfect, who thinks- But Sasori is not a part of this, and Itachi is only minutely.) Trembling, unconciously, because he's not afraid (at all), only sore and furious, and with the kind of disgust he possesses right now could he maybe, just maybe-
But no.
Sasuke doesn't hate enough to do that. He just fucking doesn't.
He places his mask on his face.
(Nothing had taken place.)
"Of course, Sasuke-kun. Why shouldn't I be?" he says it as if he hadn't. As if, it wasn't his first time. As if, he wouldn't remember this for years and years to come.
Pulling back, his hands touch the floor to help ease himself out. He feels cold-hearted now as he analyzes everything at this single moment in time. (Because, Sai wonders about what he has done, wonders if it was worth it in the end, wonders about why(whywhy) he did this in the first place.) Therefore, he stands to- (walk away, run away, leave this mess behind)
- Pick up the clothes left astray on the classroom floor. Meticulously, redresses himself and checks for anyone that may have witnessed the event. Once everything is in order, Sai retrieves his bag (briefcase?) and walks towards the exit (just the door).
"And for the record, I didn't know anything about whatever dark secrets Naruto-kun may have had."
(Sai walks away, just to leave the mess he made behind)
And it's only when Sai is completely out of the room that Sasuke makes any kind of movement to sit up.
(He's bruised.
Everywhere.)
And it's coming out. (Dripping out, slowly, feels revolting and that's the only word for it, and everything hurts and Sai is going to-)
"He'll kill you, you know."
(He knows Sai's too far away to hear him.)
"He will if I don't."
(Pulls his clothes back on and doesn't bother to spray anything to cover up the unrelenting smell of sex, because-)
It's been hours and she never came back anyways. (Fate is like that.)
Out of sight and-
(Out of mind.)
WHAT: Something terrible.
WHEN: Today.
WHERE: Japanese History III AP classroom after school.
WARNINGS: Graphically depicted rape, bribery, and generally assery. Some swearing.
"Good afternoon,"
(Tedious.
Routine.
He follows it anyways)
Sai walks in to the filled classroom, bows deeply, tries to smiles to the teacher (it's a woman, she's a substitute, she looks like she could still be in high school with a face like that).
He doesn't realize that he's late, until his seat has been taken by someone (whose name he doesn't care to remember and probably will just call them 'it'). Looking sideways to the teacher, she begins to write her name on the board.
'Ma (馬) -
Ni (二) -
Ka (佳)"
And Sai (is forced) to find a (new) seat.
There is a seat in the front row, centre; but the seat is the worst candidate in his opinion (the seat in the front would force him to cooperate during class; and the Manika woman seemed to be the annoying, easily-to-be-angered type). Being evasive as he could, he made it to the back of the room; and sat on an empty chair. Silently placing his (black, mature) schoolbag on top of the desk, just before he realized he was sitting behind his newly acquainted friend (from a few nights ago).
"Sasuke-kun, nice to see you again."
(For Sai maybe,
For Sasuke.
Was most likely...
A different story).
Sasuke is always early to this class.
(It's dominated by Junior students, considering it is AP Japanese History III, but it is hardly so unheard of that a Sophomore, let alone an Uchiha, takes advanced classes. Sasuke only has one creative-art related class on his schedule, the same class he's always taken since he started, and it is now that he is in AP Creative Writing IV. Everything he takes, save for his Physical Education course, is Advanced Placement, and everything he takes does he take with too much false enthusiasm. Does he make perfect grades. Sasuke is an Uchiha, in this regard, and not himself.
But has he ever been-?
Of course not.)
His eyes narrow.
(Black black black.
Angry angry angry-
"Stay away from me.")
He doesn't say anything.
(He doesn't need to, either.)
Sai doesn't feel a hint of anything at his reply, just stares dumbly at the back of the boy's head.
(To be honest, Sai had never noticed Sasuke in his class despite his being the only Sophomore in the entire class. That and the fact the other Junior girls would swarm him like ants that just found a piece of cake. But in class, such as Japanese History; Sai would never notice. Preoccupied with the art's that the old times of Japan had to offer was more important to him during this class).
In one swift motion, everyone takes out their textbook; he follows suit by unclipping the bag and remembers that...
"I didn't bring my textbook, Manika-sensei. May I share with someone?"
She looks his way, nods and points to the boy in front of him. "Just share with the person closest to you. Remember to bring your textbook next time."
Directing his focus to the person closet to him, he wondered what that person would do now.
"Sasuke-kun, share your book with me."
(His warning,
Was left unheeded.
Stay away from me.
Was left ignored.
But that was all the boy,
wanted to be) .
Sasuke doesn't spare him a glance.
(Pushes half of his textbook off of his desk and onto Sai's, and continues to stare forward. Hard as a rock. Will not acknowledge the fact that Sai is there because, perhaps, in his own mind he is not. Sasuke sees in blue, speaks in tongues, is completely unmarred because he is not that type, and Naruto is exactly the opposite. Naruto, who has perfect sight, who speaks as bluntly as Japanese is ever spoken, and was given a naval piercing for Christmas on top of all of his boyish scars any person other than an Uchiha might have. Naruto, who is nothing like Sasuke. Sai, who is nothing like Naruto and nothing like Sasuke.
Sai, who Sasuke hates already.)
Because he humiliated him.
(And Sasuke cannot stand that.)
"Thank you, Sasuke-kun," he says and it takes a bit of strength to not pat the boy's back either.
Instead, his eyes trail to the extensive Kanji (that only elite historians were able to write with) on the page. (Samurai, samurai, samurai; and art of said samurai's. Studying over intricate detail of patterned armor that more or less weren't able to keep these people alive. Even so, Sai was still intrigued by it all).
And then, eyes trail to the person beside him (because apparently that person hates him, that person, in fact, absolutely loathes him for reasons Sai understands and chooses to use against him) wondering how to make him a little bit more sociable.
It's an almost-impossible task for anyone, Sai is most likely the worst candidate. But he doesn't want-- can't deny that there's--
(Turning the page, Sai doesn't complete that mental sentence.
His finger slides quickly against the edge.
It results in a)
Paper cut.
It isn't too huge nor too painful, but Sai doesn't like the smell or the taste of blood, there are no tissues in sight, he does not wish to dirty his uniform, and so--
(Turning his body forty-five degrees, Sai places his elbow on the desk.
He opens his mouth to form a sentence.
It results in a)
"Sasuke-kun, I need you to lick this off."
Sasuke's eyes twitch.
(Innate reaction.)
There are certain events that occur in a person's life where it becomes very obvious that the only explanation for it must be that God hates you. There are certain hysterically humiliating events that happen wherein there is no other excuse for it than such, and such a thing has rarely happened to Sasuke for all of the times he has probably deserved it. (For all of the times it has happened to Naruto when Naruto didn't deserve it, and Sasuke always expected some kind of unknown karma was in the works for that kind of occurrence. It has to be that.)
And so it is for all of those times that the entire class, which had been talking loudly, silences themselves at once the second Sasuke says-
"Lick it yourself."
(Dead.
Silent.)
"..."
(And Sasuke burns red.)
There was a word for what Sai was about to do (considering what the boy's next reaction may be), he couldn't put his (bloody-) finger on it but it would (perfectly) describe it.
"But," he drags out. "I don't like the taste of it and you just have to do a quick lick, there aren't any tissues lying around and I don't want to stain my uniform. Sasuke-kun, you don't have to be so stubborn about it, no one will mind," as he says it, he doesn't realise how loud he is. Maybe it was because of the hovering silence that the students were experiencing and the same went for the substitute teacher.
No immediate answer.
He tries (attempts to-) sweeten the deal.
"Do this and we'll call it even. Or--" everyone hangs for it
"I. ("He what's?)
Show. ("He show's what?")
Everyone." ("He means the class?")
Sai wiggles his finger and smiles (a tooth-bearing grin) due to this situation (that these two usually share).
Sasuke opens his mouth to say something when the substitute interrupts them, slamming Ibiki's ruler on his desk, eyes narrowing into a hard glare and a- "You two, detention for being disruptive and inappropriate!"
(A resonating snicker.)
***
Sasuke has only had detention so many times.
(Sai's not yet here when he arrives, slides his backpack off his shoulders, and the substitute glares at him, sipping a cup of mid-afternoon coffee and a bag swung over her shoulder.) And she speaks to him, coldly "-Tell the other boy when he gets here I'll be back in a couple of hours. I expect the room to be spotless when I do return, but I have things to do in the mean time. If the boy never shows up, clean the room up yourself and he'll serve a four hour detention tomorrow. Got it?" (And Sasuke only nods to her, eyes narrowed, as she passes him, pulling his iPod out of his pocket and sticking one of the little ear buds into his left ear.)
Pushes the nearest desk into the correct position lazily, spinning the circle up to full volume and pushing the other bud into his right ear.
(If he could avoid listening to Sai, he would.)
"Good afternoon, Minaka-sen--" he sings happily, only to his surprise she was nowhere to be seen. "Hm? I wonder where she went."
Sai wasn't atrociously late to this 'detention' of theirs, ambling through the school grounds was just surpassingly time-consuming. But in the meantime, his vision narrowed to a lone (almost lazy looking-) figure; and even Sai could hear muffled sounds from the distance between them.
"Sasuke-kun!" he yells, though the effort does not come rewarded; and the reasons are quite obvious.
"Sasuke-kun!" he yells again whilst walking towards him. Ruffling his hair (with his bandaged finger) a bit in the process, with his bag by his side so it can easily be swung to the (in)appropriate desk. Kneeling a bit closer, Sai tugs on the left part of his earphones and says (in a normal voice)
"Sasuke-kun, where's our teacher?"
(Obviously, not in the room.
Obviously, not in between them.
Obviously, Sasuke wouldn't be willing to talk to him)
"I guess we should do something together."
(Obviously, that’s the last thing Sasuke wants to do.)
Sasuke jumps.
(In surprise?
Obviously.)
Wheels to face Sai angrily, ripping the other ear bud out of his ear, and replying in an only slightly raised voice- "-She went out. We're cleaning the room for two hours." (So get the fuck away from me- PleasestaythefuckawayfrommeIhateyou.) But Sasuke doesn't hate Sai. (Not really. If Sasuke doesn't hate Itachi for all the shit he's done, then he doesn't have the ability to hate Sai for what little he's done. Itachi stole everything from Sasuke, even his virginity, which was rightfully Naruto's. Itachi, who is sick, and Sai, who is just really, really annoying.) "So go get a broom and start working."
"All right, then I guess that means we do it together," he says.
But the class isn't messy save for a few pieces of scrap paper here. It's quite neat, really. A broom would be a waste of time (it's just a reason to move dust around from one end to the other) but Sai just languidly looks around for whatever he can collect, retrieving it (the scrap paper with scribbles of "Who do you like?" and "No one") to the closet rubbish bin.
"That was tiring," he isn't serious but yawns for the heck of it.
There's nothing to do.
(Except, replay the events before. The substitute teacher became stern after Sai's little remark, it wasn't inappropriate at all. Sai assumed that she didn't want to witness it due to the fact that either:
a. If she were to witness it, surely some other school would never hire her again.
b. The young hag wanted to lick his finger.
c. Was homophobic.
But after her outburst, she sent Sai to fetch himself a bandaid.)
Caressing his finger just to feel the texture of fabric between his thumbs, he looked around to see if there was anything worthy to do.
And, in older folk terms 'Fate intertwined.'
Because the only thing he thought was worthy to do was something to do with the other human being (in the room).
"Sasuke-kun, I need to tell you something."
(There a few meters apart,
Sai wanted Sasuke to close the distance,
Another,
Impossible,
Feat,
Yet,
Again.)
"About Naruto."
(Or was it just?)
Sasuke is straightening a desk when he glances up.
"What?"
(Said rudely.
Says I Don't Care. Because, really, he fucking doesn't. Naruto could be a woman for all Sasuke cares, because if he were, he would still be a really good lay and give Sasuke more than all the attention in the world. And that's what Sasuke loves. Attention. He breathes it, gluts in it, and doesn't deserve it, because by comparison, he will never ever ever be anything next to Itachi. Is not facing Sai- there's exactly one hour and forty-eight minutes left of this shit left. Of Sai's presence, which Sasuke very much does not appreciate.)
"Actually," he says. "It's something Sasuke-kun already knows, but something I don't think anyone else does."
(It's ambiguous,
It's ambiguous about what's he saying,
It's ambiguous about what's he means,
It's ambiguous about what his intentions are)
"I was thinking about telling the Oshima High cohort and unless something happens otherwise to change my mind, Naruto-kun might get into deep trouble. Maybe even expelled from the school," he makes sure that boy is listening by enunciating his words much louder. "Wouldn't that be interesting for you if he had to change schools? Considering how many schools there are on the island, Naruto-kun might have to move homes to even be able to attend. Aren't I right?"
(But--)
"I wonder what Sasuke-kun could do to change my mind without resorting to violence, I wonder."
Sasuke freezes.
(What?)
Turns to face Sai.
(What?!)
Eyes wide.
(And abruptly-)
Do they fall into apathy.
"What do you want?"
(It's automatic. Sasuke's a hemophiliac, and so fighting, while he can do so affectively, damages him far more than the other person, even if the other person "loses", because the internal damage is always so great. It is one of the reasons Naruto is insistent on fighting his battles for him- In the end, Sasuke is weak. Because if he is punched, the bruise will remain for a long time. If his skin is sucked, the hickey remains for even longer. Bleeding happens off and on, but the clot almost never develops correctly on the first try, and so Sasuke-) Has been sent to the hospital too many times to count. (Blood transfusion.
This is the Uchiha's curse.)
Fists balled.
"You have to figure that out for yourself, Sasuke-kun," he replies.
(Because, it's no fun for Sai if he just tells him what he wants.
But, truthfully.
Truthfully.
Sai doesn't know what he wants.
And whatever the boy may attempt.
Might just be,
What Sai wants.)
Sai notices the clenched fists. And immediately knows that a brawl is something he definitely doesn't want.
(He’s heard about the rumours, possibly even the truth, about the disability the Uchiha clan possess, almost everyone has. That and Sai was never a fighter, his words were enough to hurdle a young man into more pain than his fists could.)
Chuckling, he waits for another (infamous) reaction.
"Leave Naruto alone."
(Sasuke is so defensive.
So fucking defensive.)
"-And I'll give you anything you want."
(Sasuke is so close to punching him. To just raising his fist and slugging Sai in the face, but he maintains control and waits for when the moment to kick this idiot's ass into the floor.) Perhaps he is too attached. (Because when he says Anything, he absolutely means it. He takes any option that could possibly come up and says it would be okay as long as Narutodoesn'tleavegodfuckingdamnitdamnitdamnit- Because Sai is meddling in something he doesn't understand. A relationship painfully complicated and rooted on Sasuke's instability. A twig supporting a house. That is the two of them, and Sai-
Is cruel.)
"Do you love him?" he asks.
(It's a question out of curiosity, because in all honesty; he is really curious. Sai understands from what he's heard about this boy that he cares for no one but himself. Therefore that leads to the current question, which can easily be translated to--)
"Do you really love him or do you love him for the sex?"
(Because, not only is he curious; he's also confused. If the almighty-Sasuke did not care for anyone, why did he care so much about Naruto? Was it the thought of him being expelled, drive him into a severe case of sexual withdrawal? It was an inhumane kind of thought, but there was really nothing humane about Sai either.)
"From that alone, can you assume what I'm asking you?"
(Can he? Sai doesn't usually have such pathetic wants or needs.
Sai doesn't usually have feelings either.
But his annoying persistence as affected his view on a few things,
Especially on,
Sasuke-).
Sasuke isn't startled.
(It wouldn't be the first time.)
Sasuke's angry, of course.
(But he contains it.
Because Naruto-
Sasuke has known Naruto too well since the beginning of Freshman year. Sasuke has known Naruto even more closely since the start of 2008.) He stares at Sai, a kind of firey (-redredred, spinning, whirling, wheels of black against redredred- But not here. Never here.) rage in his black(red)blackblack Uchiha eyes, and he could kill him right now if he was that kind of person. (But he can't ever hate anyone enough. Not ever.) And chuckles. (Like it's all a realization. Desperate, desperate little laugh, but the exasperation is impossible to hear because he's had sixteen years training himself to not show off what he feels, and this is the second year he's ever begun betraying that training.)
"So that's what you want?"
Walks over to Sai, and-
(Drops to his knees.)
So that Sai can't see-
(his face.)
To be frank, Sai's completely inexperience in the area that Sasuke (obviously) has a hefty amount of knowledge about; but his stoic exterior fails to reflect the turmoil inside him. So, he shuffles back a few tentative steps (away from Sasuke, just for a little bit).
"Do you always start in this position?" he asks. Before, he too begins to fall.
"I was thinking on the lines of something else."
(Unlike Sasuke,
Sai actually wants to see his face).
"And, you still haven't answered my question," because, his curiosity wanted to be satiated first.
(Ah, Sai was a choosey lover;
If he could be called that.
He knows he doesn't deserve this;
But he was always a champion pretender).
"No, I don't."
(Said shortly.)
"And as for Naruto?"
(Said coldly.)
"I've never been in love with anybody."
(Kidding himself.
And so he continues to speak.)
"-Tell me what you want me to do or I will do it myself."
(Because Sasuke wants to get this over with. Because Sasuke will make this as good for Sai as possible just to make sure Sai doesn't ever bring up their blackmail again and that they can be considered "even", or whatever the like may be. So that Naruto-) Because there are certain elements of his life that Sasuke cannot function without. (Air, medication, writing, eating, and Naru-) And Naruto will always be on that list, but only the last on it, because while he is a necessity (-everything is a necessity. Everything is a Need. Naruto is a need, Itachi is a need, Shisui is a need, Orochimaru is a need, Karin is a need- Sai is a need. In the end, Sasuke really is-)
"So blunt," he answers but Sai has grown to become impatient (a day and a night can change a person).
Other than this, he knows (from the source) that this boy isn't in love with anyone; not even the (penis-less) blonde. Though his words can't be trusted because Sai can tell there's something stronger than simply 'lust' between them. It isn't just lust, but Sasuke claims it to not be love (and for some reason that Sai can't exactly describe, that doesn't disappoint him; not in the least).
And loving 'no one' is close to impossible. There is the probable chance that Sasuke harbours a 'love' to his family (or maybe, just one member) similar to that like Sai. Although, those ties were (and are-) broken. His brother is non-existent, a mere memory whilst his guardian, uses him as nothing more as a tool. His latest task was not yet spoken of; his latest task was probably-
Thinking ceases there.
A burning sensation wells up.
Sai unbuttons his shirt as quickly as he can, takes off the undergarments beneath them.
(It's a bit of a risk-
Although he's willing to take it)
Leans in closer, hands grasp the back of his head and his lips lightly touches Sasuke's (faintly pale pink) ones. He starts to whisper "Now, the rest is up to you."
(Sai's isn't soft-hearted,
But he is nowhere near close to brash.
He's just dead in the center.
The center of his heart.)
Even if the rapid beating, begs to differ.
If Sasuke wasn't getting something out of this- (a few more years with Naruto, perhaps?) that would have been his breaking point. That would have been the moment he finally cracked and punched Sai hard into the floor, but he doesn't because (I'll kill myself, you know. If you go. I'll lose it. Do you know that?) If Sasuke wasn't getting something out of this, he might have strangled Sai, because kissing is something too (-romantic? Personal? And he is neither of these things with Sai. Neither at all.) for him to stand with anyone other than Naruto. (He can't.
He just can't do it.)
Sasuke is not blunt.
(His arms are shaking.
With anger?
No.
Probably disgust or horror.)
But they raise either way, his palm groping awkwardly between Sai's legs, between the fabric of the black(Blackblackblack like Sasuke's eyes like Sasuke's hair like Sasuke's-) uniform pants that look just like his (-and he's only going so fast because he wants to get this over with soon enough, because the sooner he can, the sooner he will be able to go home. Go home and-) Do what? (Because he won't tell Naruto about it. He knows that already.) He knows that because Sasuke-
(... doesn't know anything?)
Is this all he does?
Was fervently resonating inside the framework of Sai's head.
But Sai doesn't deny it.
(As a matter of fact,
He asked for it.
It really isn't Sasuke's fault,
That Sai doesn't specify his needs to him.
It also would be rude of Sai,
To just leave after all he's been through)
But Sai doesn't care for it.
Instead he just stays in this position, almost being able to feel his hand under the layers of his pants. And Sai fails to understand how a hand job is less significant (to the boy) than lips (barely) touching. Then again, many opinions were different to others.
Jokingly to break (the thick, the awkward-) tension, he questions:
"Do you think one hand will be enough?"
Sasuke snorts, (-very softly), to himself, despite the situation, unzipping Sai's pants and jerking him a few more strokes until he's- (Sasuke knows all about this. Shisui taught him all about this.) He pulls his bangs behind his ears and, cheeks a color of red, if only because (-it's so big, Jesus hell), kisses up the vein in the fashion Naruto always does to him. (Sucks up until he rims his tongue lightly at the top, where the sour taste of precum resides. Closes his eyes and-)
Dips his head.
Down.
(Up.
Down.)
And licks.
(Jerking off what of ten inches he can't fit down his throat just like Naruto does for him.
Because even though Shisui taught him all of this, all about sex, it is Naruto he ever learned anything.)
Repeat.
Sai is silent during the duration of this oral fixation. He doesn't utter a word, though there are seconds where he has to make a barely audible moan (-of enjoyment? Of satisfaction?).
In a moment of confession, there were times where he had to give himself a job but they probably wouldn't have felt the same as this. Definitely not.
Even after the numerous repeats of 'dip, lick, suck' Sasuke endures, it takes almost an infinite amount of time before it comes. And when it does,
Sai closes (squeezes) his eyes (shut), and seethes a curse through his teeth.
If this were any place else, he may have yelled or actually convey a glimpse of enjoyment but he can't (they're still in class, the door is wide open, someone could walk in, someone could hear--) however, he's lying, to himself. There was never a time where he cared what others saw or heard (these were just excuses), he only remembered the (extensive) training he had undergone to keep his emotions in check. Screaming someone’s' name out of sheer enjoyment, was out of the question, (he would never hear the end of it, his muses would shun him, he was a filthy hypocrite-)
And then he tries to return to the real word (where the boy that he drew naked a few days ago, was giving him a 'blowjob').
(He breathes,
Heavily.
Sai is sure that's all Sasuke needs,
To know he did a good job).
Sasuke swallows most of it when Sai comes (-hard, and abrupt, in his mouth. No warning at all. The lack of taste surprises him a little, it's like barely salted saliva, and for what doesn't make it down his throat does he wipe away on his wrist, before glancing up at Sai, almost expectantly, though he doesn't know at all what he expects, only other than that-) And begins to pull his belt out of his pants, the fact that he's already (-ready? It's embarrassing, if nothing else.) agitating and constricting to the tighttight material of his blackblack pants.
"What way do you want it?"
(He sounds like a prostitute.
He really does.)
But in this situation, is he not?
(Selling himself for-)
Naruto.
(Always Naruto.)
Direct and blunt.
(He speaks that way, it's his native tongue; Japanese so harsh that it almost breaks his heart. Almost.)
Licking his lips (almost dryly, he does not care for them too much), he tries to find a suitable (considering their situation) position. There are many that Sai can choose from the top of his mind (however, those thoughts are due to any urges he posses in his free time; the ones in his mind are only the result of drawing practises).
He picks one.
(And steadily moves his naked body closer, to--)
"Sasuke-kun, do you have a problem with being uke?" he does not expect an answer. "Well, so do I," it's huskier than a voice he could create by himself.
"Though, I'm sure we can work a way out. I just enjoy the thought of being on top."
Sai knows what position he wants.
(Though uttering out loud, would just be taboo.
To both himself,
His (dead, non-existent on this God-forsaken planet, older) brother,
And his (father-figure, tyrant, saint of a) teacher,
But moreover,
He'd be ridiculing himself.)
Only due to the fact that he wants to have sex with the most (direct, blunt) screwed up kid in his life.
Sasuke's eyes narrow.
(-It doesn't take less than a second to know exactly what Sai is talking about. It would be incorrect to say Sasuke is really experienced with sex because he's only been having it on a regular basis for two months, but he is not stupid nonetheless, and he is not-) Bothering to grace Sai's words with a response. (Sasuke is not a blunt person, by nature, he really isn't, but he wants this to be over and done with as soon as it can be because the sooner it is, the sooner he can go home to-) What then?
Pulls his pants off, underwear following.
(-For Naruto.
Always.
And only.
Because-)
And dips his head back between Sai's thighs to wet him down enough for this to not be so painful.
(It will be.)
Lick.
Dip.
Suck.
(Twice.)
"Lay back."
(Said lowly. Melancholy is Sasuke's name, and it has been so consistently since he was eight or nine. Since he grew up. Sasuke is not an innocent person, but the ways he is treating Sai right now are all of the ways he was treated by Itachi and Shisui, all of the ways Naruto would never dream to treat him ever. There's a pressure in the front of his skull, his jaw aches from using it as much as he did, and there's that Taste in his mouth, but he does not stop for a second because-) Sasuke is everyone's. (He's too pretty. He's too smart and too attractive for his own good, and so almost everyone that meets him wants him, to some degree. Some are just more forward than others. Sasuke is not the blunt one here.
Sai is.)
He knows he's blunt.
(Admitting it would be futile (does it make a difference, to state that who is on top and on the bottom? Aren't both sides gaining something or is the pride that important to one's self?). It doesn't, in opinion. Even if this boy denies it or excuses what he does for something else, Sai does not care (he doesn't, he really doesn't) about him (or anything that has to do with him) but this moment is completely different).
Following orders, he lies down backwards (languidly, arms fleetingly touch his stomach and move upwards).
He's completely naked, a bit cautious (lies) because eyes pierce at the door (lies).
It's only a fun little game that Sai is willing to play (lies).
(Because the truth is, Sai has no feelings and knows Sasuke does. And to both his advantage and disadvantage, he needs to get closer to this boy. Because Root commanded him to. Because this bond that he tried to make exists is made of lies and fake wants and needs. Because it's a great excuse to cover up the fact that he's alone).
Sai has no one. Friends are something he's only heard of. It's intangible.
(But now...)
He'll just put on a smiling facade for what this boy wanted to get over and done with it.
(Truthfully, Sai did find this a little fun).
Sasuke stands above him, lowering himself down to his knees slowly enough, angrily enough in his own precursing way, and he makes a quiet gasp of a noise when he grabs Sai's ankles and pushes himself down onto him- "Oh god fuck-" (Three-quarters of the way down fast before Sai grabs his hips and pushes him down all of the way, and Sasuke would scream because it's so intensely different from the way it is with Naruto, so immeasurably intense and-) He's trembling. (Can barely move. Only adjusts. For several seconds is he deadpan frozen, gasping every few seconds because it's too deep that he can barely-)
Think.
Breathe.
Forces himself up and-
Pulls himself back down.
(All the way.
Groans.)
Sai clenches his eyes shut. He had the urge to scream in profanities, but he doesn’t.
(In.
Out.
In.
Out-
How much does it hurt?)
He notices the groans and the anguish, but that doesn’t stop him (from smiling, from continuing). Sai sounds masochistic at this point in time, but he tries not to be. Because he knows that he is doing the same exact things.
(It’s tight.
So very tight.
It hurts him too-
So much.)
In the part of his body, it’s hard for him to not dig his way deeper. Sai is craving more, he’s being greedy, and he was nowhere close to his limits.
( A thrust.
Once more.
Maybe even-
A few more?)
Sai’s hands move up from Sasuke’s hips to the muscles on his bank as he-
(Gives it to him.
Extremely fast.
So fast that-
Sai didn’t even know he had it in him).
Sasuke can't not make a noise. (A sound. The door is open and he's doing his best to not say anything, but he lifts himself, up and down up and down, deeperdeeperdeeper and it's so intense it's driving him crazy, driving him completely blind, and so when he bucks himself down completely does he bite back screaming because holyfuckingfuck, if Sasuke were the particular type to swear in abundance.) But he isn't. (Presses his palms into Sai's chest to support his weight and moves, as fast as he can, which isn't particularly so, legs trembling and incomplete in the-) "Oh- Godfuck-"
Grinds himself down, hard.
(Sasuke is such a fucking slut, isn't he-
But no.
He really-
Isn't.)
Gasps and-
moans.
(So deep. He could kill himself. It doesn't even hurt much more than it feels-)
Blinding.
In a sheer moment of ecstasy, overcome by said intensity; Sai managed to swap positions in a short amount of time. They had been at it for a while, there was sweat and after this; there was the possibility of something much better. Hands pressed down to the floor with Sasuke’s head between him, blinded with desire, he places his mouth hard on top of Sasuke (ignoring any reactions that he’ll have against him).
(Sai doesn’t care.
He’s blinder than Sasuke at this point.)
Therefore he pushes (deadpan hastily that it feels like he slammed into him and didn’t care) three-quarters of himself inside- then ruthlessly shoves back out). Clenching his teeth to suppress the groans he made, Sai repeated the process or distracted his mouth with a part of Sasuke’s body (neck, ears, and collarbone)
(Sai doesn’t think of Sasuke as a slut.
He’s just willing to give himself for someone else.)
And that’s when Sai guesses (panting heavily, sweating heavily, groaning heavily), that Sasuke might just really be in love with Naruto.
Funny how things turned out for him. Funny how things turned out for Sai. Funny how things might turn out for their relationship. Funny how things might turn out for their relationship.
(Sai doesn’t stop.
He just speeds up two seconds more than before)
Sasuke doesn't know when he stopped caring about how much noise he made.
(He doesn't know when he stopped being able to control his tone of voice. He doesn't remember when he started screaming like a bitch- doesn't know and equally doesn't care, because he's absolutely not thinking about it. Not thinking about anything or anyone but-) Naruto. Absolutely Naruto. (-is not here. Cannot save Sasuke. But Sasuke is far too stubborn to ever acknowledge that he needs saving, that he needs-) Naruto. (Things like this. Trauma after trauma after trauma. Sasuke functions on it.) Grabs Sai's wrist for some amount of support, and he cannot control himself anymore, cannot-
(Breathe.
It's too.
Fucking.
Much.)
It's about time. Sai closes his eyes, feels a drop of sweat escape from his sleek hair, feels another drop running down his pale stone back, feels the harsh breathing from Sasuke-
(And the meaning of this, oh wait ... he remembers, there is no meaning. What they're doing, what he is doing, what this boy is doing is all meaningless... yet it should be.)
Thrusting harder, Sai seethes a moan from pleasure (that shouldn't feel this way).
Eyes close tightly, knuckles turn white, face becomes cringed, and he knows that this won't happen again.
(Ichi.
Ni.
San.
He now counts in his native tongue).
It's takes strength to not even collapse but he does so. Sai manages to wriggle out of the constraint he was enjoyable inside moments ago, and huskily (his voice had gone numb, as his tone) whispered to the nape of Sasuke's ear "Would you call this rape, Sasuke-kun?"
(Would you?)
Sasuke cannot sit up as immediately as he wants to.
(Cannot feel his lower half and can't stop his arms from shaking, and there's that feeling- dripping wet and disgusting, the same feeling he gets when Naruto cums inside of him, though it is far worse in measure because-) Lying on the floor. (Breathing hard. Manipulated, and- Some of them want to be abused- Sasuke. Sasuke, on the floor, shaking because that's what you do when you're about to cum and you abruptly-) Stop. (-It's just like before. It's nothing like before. It's absolutely nothing like Itachi and Shisui because Sasuke knows exactly what he is doing right now, and exactly what happened.
Sasuke knows.)
Sasuke cannot get up yet.
Off the (clean, because he made sure it was) floor.
Opens his mouth to speak and only-
(-loses his voice.
Entirely.)
In the midst of finding his shirt, Sai notes that that boy is still on the ground. Silent. Deep in thought. Smirking, Sai chooses to crawl and hover over him (as if his humor wasn't masochistic enough). His hand moves to an area, where Sasuke (most likely) would feel the most sensitive.
His left eyebrow cocks to one side.
"Since you're at a loss for words, can't get up and neither you nor I haven't fully settled in comfortably; I don't think you would mind for another go... would you, Sasuke-kun?"
Looking up to the corner of his room, his bag sitting neatly on his desk; Sai felt like using one more horrendously, sneaky tactic for Sasuke to comply to his willing needs.
"Oh, did I tell you, Sasuke-kun... I bought myself a nice new phone two weeks ago. It has a very nice feature that helps me in Art. It takes high quality photos and good videos too."
(Sai had a natural ability to blackmail.
But usually,
He had an actual reason to do so.)
Sasuke cocks his head (-painfully), to the side.
(But stares at him still.)
"I dare you."
Pauses.
"I fucking dare you."
Lifts (-oh god it hurts oh god oh god ohgodithurts) one of his legs and hikes it over Sai's shoulder.
Grinning.
(Like a crazy crazy, you see.)
Now, Sai is at a loss for words.
Every reply possible had run through his mind once or twice. (Doyoureallynow? Idon'tdodares. I'veneverseenyousoenthusiastic. Getready.) However, he goes for one that hasn't popped up.
Sai just doesn't speak. Instead, he smirks (not as much as Sasuke's grin) and places (tenfullinches of) himself inside him.
(Ignoring the more level-headed voice that asked why Sasuke would dare him for such a thing, Sai chooses to childishly believe that Sasuke actually wants this.)
(Three quarters in--
Three quarters out--
Everything shoved back in).
And Sasuke bucks up, hard, again, gripping at Sai's waist and-
"Ohfuckfuckfuck Sai-"
(It's not pleasure.
One would have to be a complete imbecile to ever think Sasuke was enjoying this, because the way his throat is constantly contracting, swallowing down whatever sick emotion is running through his head at the time, Sasuke cannot think, and he is only a fraction of being adjusted to having Sai out of him before he's penetrated again and-) Gripping down hard onto Sai's hips, because (-Sasuke is a masochist. Everyone knows that. Everyone knows that. Sasuke gluts on his pain, enjoys Kyuubi's forcefullness, enjoyed, to some degree, the morbidity of Shisui and Itachi raping him.
But only to a degree.)
But in the end.
(He is a masochist.)
Tightens his leg down Sai's spine, and-
(shaking.
Sasuke can't stop shaking.)
There's that fine line, where-
(A wispy stroke of black watercolor barely reaches the edge of crisp parchment, delicate pastels bleed into fiercely blinding colors, you think that you have no more inspiration and no will to continue)
You believe an act.
Because Sai thinks (no, wants to believe) that maybe(maybemaybe) this boy does have (some,quarterofalitre) feelings (for) of him (not Naruto, not anyone else). Though logic reminds him that it's 'just a dream, a fantasy created by testosterone and impulse and really; you don't care for this boy at all'. So, he tries his best to feign (create a veil of-) pleasure and that Sasuke (notthisboy) does not see through any ounce of vulnerabilty in Sai's face. It's difficult to see through a veil (which Sai is impossibly excellent at).
He thrusts and winces.
(Hands on Sasuke's waist,
just to stop the shaking.)
But Sasuke couldn't understand that if he tried.
(Why Sai would have any real interest in him, because at the root-)
Sasuke is just pretty.
(Not much else.
And to go to such infinite extremity to attain any form of "pretty" is sick to him. Sick as every stroke makes him want to vomit, makes him want to scream, makes him deaf to his phone vibrating from his pants tossed away somewhere, vibrating a text message of "Where the shit are you?" from Naruto, because "I got takeout and it's your favorite. Come home soon, tomatoqueen." Sasuke doesn't hear it the same way he doesn't see much because his eyes are screwed shut, and he can't see much outside the red of the inside of darkness of his sight turned off, and everytime he does open them is he-)
in an ocean.
in the sky.
(blue.)
Groans and rides down on him--
(Drained of his colors.)
It's not really about how pretty Sasuke was. In the back of his mind, Sai, would condescend the comments that idolized the popular boy. 'Oh, he's so sexy when he's brooding' and the 'If only he would pay attention to me'. There was no understanding to their absentminded lusting, because 'If he weren't to brood would he be less sexier than before? and the 'I didn't know he could pay attention.'. But now-
(Behind layers of clothing, of skin, of flesh, of bones and blood)
Sasuke's just broken.
Sai is too.
(Neither shall admit.)
Maybe those of the same attract one another?
(Maybe opposite attract even more)
He penetrates.
And penetrates.
Until, he reaches that final moment of ecstasy-
(Sai must look like such a hypocritical bastard)
He does.
(As a matter of fact, but-
Sasuke's opinion doesn't matter.)
"Are you satisfied?"
Said lowly.
(Like an animal infected with rabies, like a dog about to go crazy and kill you off as well- Sasuke is so very not weak in the idea that he is an Uchiha, and therefor he is a strong person, regardless of popular assumption. Sasuke's got a body any person would kill for and invisible muscle mass that makes excelling at athletics second nature, not to mention a brilliant mind to make everything just perfect.) But it's not. (Sasuke, who thinks Itachi's perfect, who thinks Sasori's perfect, who thinks- But Sasori is not a part of this, and Itachi is only minutely.) Trembling, unconciously, because he's not afraid (at all), only sore and furious, and with the kind of disgust he possesses right now could he maybe, just maybe-
But no.
Sasuke doesn't hate enough to do that. He just fucking doesn't.
He places his mask on his face.
(Nothing had taken place.)
"Of course, Sasuke-kun. Why shouldn't I be?" he says it as if he hadn't. As if, it wasn't his first time. As if, he wouldn't remember this for years and years to come.
Pulling back, his hands touch the floor to help ease himself out. He feels cold-hearted now as he analyzes everything at this single moment in time. (Because, Sai wonders about what he has done, wonders if it was worth it in the end, wonders about why(whywhy) he did this in the first place.) Therefore, he stands to- (walk away, run away, leave this mess behind)
- Pick up the clothes left astray on the classroom floor. Meticulously, redresses himself and checks for anyone that may have witnessed the event. Once everything is in order, Sai retrieves his bag (briefcase?) and walks towards the exit (just the door).
"And for the record, I didn't know anything about whatever dark secrets Naruto-kun may have had."
(Sai walks away, just to leave the mess he made behind)
And it's only when Sai is completely out of the room that Sasuke makes any kind of movement to sit up.
(He's bruised.
Everywhere.)
And it's coming out. (Dripping out, slowly, feels revolting and that's the only word for it, and everything hurts and Sai is going to-)
"He'll kill you, you know."
(He knows Sai's too far away to hear him.)
"He will if I don't."
(Pulls his clothes back on and doesn't bother to spray anything to cover up the unrelenting smell of sex, because-)
It's been hours and she never came back anyways. (Fate is like that.)
Out of sight and-
(Out of mind.)