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"Fresh meat," Neji said, looking over at the queue for the food.
Naruto glanced up and his eyes fell on what had to be the most captivating man he had ever seen. Pale skin, jet black hair that framed a slim face and onyx eyes. He couldn't be any older than 24 or 25.
Kiba let out a low whistle. "Isn't he a looker. He won't last a day before he's claimed."
Naruto didn't respond, just watched as the raven walked over to a table and sat down. Lee, a weird guy who was way too excitable for someone in prison, sat down beside him and tried to engage the other in conversation, but he didn't seem interested. The raven kept his gaze on his tray, shoulders tense, clearly trying to shut Lee out without making a scene.
Hunger stirred in Naruto's chest and his tongue swept across his lips.
"Boss?" Kiba asked, an edge of curiosity in his voice.
Naruto ignored him and made his way over to the table with the raven. The cafeteria seemed to quiet as he moved, conversations dropping to murmurs.
"Leave," he said to Lee, who immediately got up and left, practically tripping over his own feet in his haste.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow as the blonde sat down across from him. He was built like a tank, well over 6 ft and all hard muscle barely contained within his prison clothes. He had blonde spiky hair and sharp blue eyes that were currently fixed on him with an intensity that made his skin prickle. The man was covered in tattoos from the neck down; intricate designs that disappeared under his shirt. In a word he was hot, even if everything about him screamed danger.
Naruto slid into the seat, sprawling with a confidence that made it obvious he owned this space. His gaze raked over Sasuke slowly, as if evaluating merchandise.
"Naruto Uzumaki," he said, extending his tattoo-covered hand.
Sasuke hesitated, aware that every eye in the cafeteria was on them. He reached across slowly.
The moment their hands connected, Naruto's grip tightened, not painful, but firm enough to be unmistakable. His thumb pressed against Sasuke's wrist for longer than necessary, feeling his pulse.
"Sasuke Uchiha," he said evenly, pulling his hand back.
"So Sasuke," Naruto said, leaning back like they were just two guys meeting at a bar. "What you in for?"
Sasuke paused and scanned the area. Everyone had their attention on them; some trying to be subtle about it, others openly staring. It was evident this Naruto guy was someone he should be careful around.
"Does it matter?" he asked.
"It does when I am the one asking." Naruto said, voice dangerous.
Sasuke paused for a moment, weighing up his options but the threat in Naruto's voice had been clear.
"I'm accused of killing my brother," he admitted, meeting Naruto's eyes directly.
"Accused? Does that mean you didn't do it?"
"It means that I haven't been convicted," Sasuke responded with a glare.
"Woah, calm down Princess, I just didn't take you for a murderer." Naruto's grin widened, showing teeth. "Pretty thing like you."
"Don't call me Princess," Sasuke glared at him, his jaw working. "And if I did it, he would have deserved it after killing our parents."
Naruto's expression didn't change, but understanding flickered across his face.
"Revenge killing, huh." He looked Sasuke over again, slower this time, taking in the tension in his shoulders and the defiant set of his chin.
A beat of silence stretched between them.
Finally, Naruto stood, the screech of his chair loud in the relative quiet. He leaned down, one hand planted on the table beside Sasuke's tray, close enough that Sasuke could smell sweat and soap layered over a dark musk.
"See you tomorrow Princess" Naruto said, so only Sasuke could hear. His fingers ghosted across Sasuke's neck as he straightened, a touch that seemed casual but felt like a brand.
He sauntered back to his table where Kiba and Neji were waiting, leaving Sasuke alone. The moment he sat down, the noise in the cafeteria resumed its normal volume, as though someone had turned the dial back up. Sasuke realized he'd been holding his breath.
He looked down at his untouched food, then back up to where Naruto sat laughing at whatever Kiba said, completely at ease. Their eyes met across the cafeteria for just a second and Naruto's smile turned more pointed, before he glanced away.
Sasuke picked up his fork, trying to ignore the way his heart was still racing and the twisted feeling in his stomach that he was refusing to name.
***
The yard was divided into territories as clearly as if someone had painted lines on the concrete. Naruto sprawled on a bench in the center of it all, one arm draped over the back, legs stretched out like he didn't have a care in the world. The sun beat down harsh and unforgiving, but he'd claimed the one spot with decent shade.
Kiba was doing pull-ups on the bars nearby, muscles flexing with each rep. Neji leaned against the chain-link fence, arms crossed, watching the yard with that careful attention he always had. A few other guys lingered within earshot; Naruto's crew, the ones who'd earned the right to be close.
Across the yard, Sasuke stood near the wall, arms crossed, trying to look as though he belonged. Trying and failing as he tracked every little movement around him.
Naruto watched him for a long moment, then spoke without looking away.
"I want the word out." His voice was casual, but everyone nearby went still. When Naruto said he wanted something, you listened. "People can mess with the Princess as much as they like but his ass is mine."
Dropping from the bars, Kiba dusted off his hands. "You staking a claim, boss?"
"Did I say that?" Naruto finally looked over at him, eyebrow raised. "I said his ass is mine. Doesn't mean I'm claiming him yet."
Neji pushed off from the fence, frowning slightly. "Wouldn't it be simpler to just stake your claim now? Make it official. Save everyone the trouble."
"Where's the fun in that?" Naruto's smirk was slow and wicked. He glanced back toward Sasuke, who was now talking to someone. "I want the Princess to come begging me for protection."
Kiba let out a low laugh. "You really think he'll come begging? I hear he's an Uchiha. They don't beg."
"This one will." Naruto leaned back, utterly confident. His gaze tracked Sasuke across the yard, a predator watching prey that didn't know it was being hunted yet. "You should know by now, Kiba. I always get what I want."
"How long you planning to let them mess with him?" Neji asked, concern edging his tone. "Some of these guys, they won't stop at intimidation."
Naruto's expression didn't change, but his voice dropped a degree. Cold enough that Neji straightened slightly.
"I said his ass belongs to me. That means nobody touches him beyond what I allow. Roughing him up? Fine. Making his life hell? Encouraged." His smile returned, gleaming with threat. "But if anyone tries to claim what's mine before he comes to me? I'll make an example."
"And if he doesn't break?" Kiba asked, more curious than doubtful.
Naruto observed as someone shouldered past Sasuke hard enough to make him stumble. Sasuke's teeth ground together and it was clear he was trying to control the urge to retaliate.
"He will," Naruto said softly. "Three days. Maybe four. That pride of his? It'll break."
He started walking toward the weight benches, his crew falling into step behind him. As he passed near where Sasuke stood, he let his gaze drag over him; slow, possessive, making sure Sasuke felt it.
Their eyes met for just a second. Naruto smiled.
Sasuke looked away first and Naruto's grin widened.
***
Sasuke felt the air leave his lungs as he was shoved into the wall. His head knocked against concrete, the impact jarring.
"Aren't you cute," the man said, pinning Sasuke to the wall. He was big, not as big as Naruto, but solid enough that Sasuke couldn't immediately shove him off. His breath was hot against Sasuke's ear, reeking of cigarettes.
"Get the fuck off me." Sasuke demanded, straining to pull his arms free.
His wrists were seized in a meaty grip, slammed against the wall above his head. The man pressed closer, using his weight to keep Sasuke trapped against the concrete.
"Don't be like that," the man crooned, voice mockingly gentle. "You're gonna need someone to look after you in here."
His other hand slid down Sasuke's side, fingers digging into his hip. Sasuke twisted hard, attempting to break free, but the man wouldn't budge.
Sasuke felt fingers hooking into his waistband, tugging.
"Stop!" Sasuke gritted out.
The man ignored him, leaning in to lick a wet stripe up Sasuke's neck.
Rage flooded through Sasuke, burning away the edge of fear. He drove his knee up hard into the man's groin with all the force he could manage.
The man let go immediately, doubling over to clutch himself, his face going red then white. "You bitch," he wheezed out, gasping for air.
Sasuke didn't wait. Shoving past the man he headed for the door, walking fast but not running. Running would show weakness. His hands trembled and he shoved them in his pants pockets so no one would see.
A couple of guys were loitering near the bathroom entrance. They smirked as he passed, one of them saying something low that made the other laugh.
This was the third person to try their luck and he had only been here a day.
Sasuke balled his hands into fists and kept walking.
He was scared and nervous, though he'd rather die than show it. He had no idea how long he would be able to keep these perverts away from him. They all looked at him as if he was there to be taken. Like it was only a matter of time.
He made it back to his cell; a cramped concrete box with a metal bunk bed bolted to the wall, a stainless steel toilet and sink in the corner. His cellmate wasn't back yet, thank god. The guy seemed harmless but Sasuke didn't want anyone seeing him this way.
Sasuke went straight to the sink and turned on the cold water. He scrubbed at his neck roughly to wash away the feeling of that bastard's tongue on his skin. The water was freezing but he didn't care. He kept scrubbing until his skin began to burn.
Finally he sat on his bunk, back against the wall so he could see the door. His pulse hammered in his ears.
Outside he could hear the usual block noise; every sound made him tense, wondering if someone was coming.
***
"Rough couple of days, Princess?" Naruto said, sliding into the seat beside Sasuke.
Sasuke stiffened but didn't move away. They were close enough that their thighs were almost touching.
"It's nothing I can't handle," he responded, lifting his gaze to meet Naruto's. The other man had a smirk on his face, amused, as though he knew what Sasuke didn't.
Naruto stretched his arm along the back of the seat, not quite touching Sasuke but close enough that he could feel the presence of it.
"Sure about that, Princess?" Naruto asked, his voice dropping low enough that only Sasuke could hear.
Sasuke pressed his lips together, silent.
"This place is dangerous for someone who looks like you," Naruto continued, his gaze dragging over Sasuke slowly. Appraising him as though he'd already decided to own him.
"Someone that looks like me?" Sasuke inquired, though unease coiled in his gut—he already knew the answer.
"Pretty," Naruto said simply. His fingers skimmed across Sasuke's shoulder, barely there but deliberate. "Slim. The kind these animals can't resist." He paused, then added softer, almost gentle: "The kind that gets passed around until there's nothing left."
Sasuke went pale. His fingers locked around his fork, knuckles going white. The way Naruto said it made it somehow worse. As though it was inevitable.
"You know, I can protect you... if you ask nicely," Naruto said, looking him directly in the eye. There was no smirk now, just an assessing gaze that could see right through him.
Sasuke felt like there was a golf ball lodged in his throat, but he forced the words out anyway.
"No thanks. I have no intention of being anyone's bitch," The words emerged steadier than he felt but there was a tremor in his hands he couldn't quite control.
For just a second, anger flickered across Naruto's expression, his smile dropping. Then it was gone, replaced by that easy confidence again. But Sasuke had seen it and adrenaline spiked through his veins.
"Suit yourself, Princess." Naruto reached over and stole one of Sasuke's fries, popping it in his mouth.
"So why did your brother kill your family?" The sudden change of topic threw Sasuke for a second.
Sasuke blinked at the whiplash, his thoughts still stuck on what he'd just turned down. He watched Naruto chew, seemingly unbothered by the heavy conversation they'd just been having or by Sasuke's rejection.
"He fell into drugs when he was a teenager. When my parents found out, they tried to cut him off financially. He snapped and killed them," Sasuke told him. The words flowed easier than he'd expected. Naruto had somehow disarmed him with the topic shift.
"What about you? How did you wind up here?" Sasuke asked, genuine curiosity getting the better of him.
"Drugs," Naruto said, making it sound so normal. He reached for another fry and Sasuke pushed the tray slightly toward him in silent permission. "It's the things they don't know about that you should be worried about."
"Such as?" Sasuke asked before he could stop himself.
Naruto leaned in close, his breath warm against Sasuke's ear. "Money laundering, guns, prostitution... murder." The words were barely a whisper, intimate and chilling. He pulled back with that same relaxed demeanor, as though he hadn't just confessed to multiple felonies.
"So you were a crime boss?" Sasuke found himself saying.
"Am a crime boss." Naruto corrected with a smirk.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow at that but didn't push. It seemed impossible to run an operation from prison, but then again, Naruto clearly ran things in here. Maybe it wasn't such a stretch.
They chatted for another ten minutes, Naruto asking about Sasuke's life before, Sasuke asking careful questions about how things worked in here. The whole time, Naruto's arm stayed draped along the back of the chair, occasionally his fingers swept across Sasuke's shoulder or the back of his neck.
There was a quality about Naruto that made it hard to maintain his guard; the easy way he talked, as though they were just two normal people having a conversation. Sasuke found himself answering questions he probably shouldn't, leaning slightly into the conversation even as part of him knew he should be more careful.
Finally, Naruto stood, stretching. His hand squeezed Sasuke's shoulder once, before letting go. "Well, Princess, offer stands. You change your mind, you know where to find me."
He walked away and Sasuke had to stop himself from tracking his movements across the cafeteria. There was a captivating quality to the blonde.
Sasuke looked down at his half-eaten meal and realized his fries were gone.
Then he felt it; that prickling awareness of being watched. He glanced up and across the cafeteria, Naruto was sitting with Kiba and Neji, laughing at the others' conversation. But his eyes were on Sasuke.
When their gazes met, Naruto's expression turned primal.
Sasuke looked away first, his heart beating faster. He touched his shoulder where Naruto had squeezed it and could still feel the pressure of those fingers as though they'd branded him.
***
The pattern continued for another two weeks.
Naruto would come over and sit with him at meals, breakfast sometimes but mostly it was dinner. They would chat, each session slightly longer than the last. Then Naruto would leave, always with that same possessive squeeze to Sasuke's shoulder, always with that hungry smile as he walked away.
The conversations got more personal. Naruto told him about growing up in foster care, bouncing between homes where nobody wanted him for more than a few months. Sasuke talked about the loneliness after his parents died, living with his uncle who never really cared for him.
They bonded over loss, over being alone in the world. Over understanding what it meant to have nobody.
It was effortless to talk to Naruto. The blonde had a way of asking questions that didn't feel invasive, appearing to genuinely care about Sasuke's answers. And he was funny, with a biting, dark humor that made Sasuke laugh despite himself. They had more in common than Sasuke would have expected: both preferred action movies to anything else, had similar taste in books and understood how to survive on your own.
Sasuke found himself looking forward to those conversations.
One day, a guy twice Sasuke's size had been staring at him from across the cafeteria, making obscene gestures with his tongue. Sasuke had been doing his best to ignore it, eyebrows pinched, focusing on his food.
Naruto noticed and he went still for a moment before he stood up and walked over to the man's table.
Sasuke couldn't hear what was said but he watched Naruto lean down, one hand braced on the table. The guy's smirk vanished. He went pale, nodding rapidly, hands raised in surrender.
When Naruto came back, he just shrugged and picked up his fork as though nothing had happened. "Nobody should have to deal with that while they're eating."
It was such a small thing. But warmth bloomed in Sasuke's chest, dangerous and unwanted. Making him think Naruto might actually care, even just a little.
He knew better. He should know better.
But when Naruto laughed at a joke Sasuke made the next day, leaning in with that bright, genuine smile, butterflies erupted in Sasuke's stomach. His pulse quickened when Naruto's knee pressed against his under the table and his gaze fixed on him in actual interest.
This was prison. Naruto was a criminal, a real one who ran an empire from behind bars.
And on top of that, the unwanted advances from others hadn't stopped. If anything, they were getting worse. Just yesterday, someone had cornered him in the showers. Sasuke had managed to shove him off, but not before taking a vicious punch to the gut that left him gasping.
***
The laundry room was tucked in a corner of the block where the camera coverage had a convenient blind spot. Steam from the industrial washers made the air thick and humid, providing cover for all kinds of transactions.
Naruto had Sai bent over one of the tables, pale hands braced against scarred metal. The smaller man's prison shirt was rucked up, pants around his thighs.
Naruto's hand threaded through Sai's dark hair, yanking his head back as he thrust. The sharp crack of his palm against Sai's ass echoed in the humid space. Sai gasped and whimpered, pushing back into him as he had been trained to do.
"Fuck," Naruto groaned as he came, more from relief at being finished than actual pleasure. He pulled out immediately, already reaching for his cigarette pack before Sai had even straightened up.
Sai pulled his pants up with shaking hands, turned around with that same hopeful expression he always wore now. Like a dog waiting for scraps of affection.
"Naruto," Sai said, his hand settling on Naruto's arm. His voice had that needy edge that grated on Naruto's nerves. "Have I done something wrong? You haven't been playing with me lately."
The pout on his face was supposed to be appealing but instead Naruto just found it pathetic.
Naruto took a long drag of his cigarette, smoke billowing toward the ceiling. "You can leave, Sai. I got what I wanted."
Sai’s face crumpled slightly, but he didn't move. "Is this about the newbie? You've been distracted ever since he arrived" His voice went petulant. "I'm a way better bitch than he could ever be."
That was the wrong thing to say.
Naruto's hand shot out, clamping around Sai's throat. Not hard enough to really hurt but enough to cut off his air. Anger flashed hot in Naruto's chest, not at what Sai said, but at the fact that he was right. Naruto was distracted, had been for two weeks, by a stubborn raven-haired bastard who wouldn't break.
"When I tell you to do something, you do it," Naruto said, voice low and dangerous. "Now be the good bitch I made you and leave."
He released his grip and Sai stumbled back, one hand flying to his throat, lashes wet. For a second he looked like he might argue or beg but then survival instinct kicked in and he turned and fled, nearly running into Kiba in the doorway.
Watching Sai scramble past, Kiba leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. He didn't say anything for a moment, just watched as Naruto took another drag of his cigarette.
"Two weeks and the kid's already under your skin," Kiba finally said.
Naruto's eyes snapped to him, cold and dangerous. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Kiba didn't flinch. He'd known Naruto long enough to know when to push and when to back off and right now he was riding that line deliberately.
"You're clearly pissed the kid hasn't broken yet," Kiba said evenly. "And you're taking it out on Sai."
Tension corded Naruto's shoulders and he pursed his lips. "Sai's gotten too comfortable," Naruto said finally. "He thinks he can question me and that needed to be corrected."
"Sure," Kiba said but his tone suggested he didn't buy it. "Got nothing to do with the fact that the Uchiha's got more spine than anyone expected. You've never dragged it out this long before. Usually by now you'd have either claimed them or gotten bored and moved on."
Naruto's eyebrows drew together. "What are you saying, Kiba?"
"Just an observation." Kiba said, shrugging one shoulder, he was not stupid enough to say what he was actually thinking. "Don't lose sight of why we are here."
He left before Naruto could respond.
Naruto stood alone in the laundry room, cigarette burning down between his fingers. He thought about Sasuke sitting in the cafeteria, probably with that same guarded expression he always wore.
Kiba was right. He was getting impatient. And that was dangerous, because impatience led to mistakes and Naruto didn't make mistakes.
He crushed out his cigarette and headed back toward the yard. Time to turn up the pressure.
***
Sasuke was in the shower when four guys entered.
The shower block was never truly private; there were no stalls, just a row of shower heads along the wall but there was an unspoken understanding about giving people space when you could. These four didn't care about that.
They fanned out, cutting off the exits before he could react.
"Fancy boy thinks he's too good for us," one of them said. He was a muscled guy with tribal tattoos crawling up his neck.
Sasuke's stomach plummeted. He reached for the shower knob to turn off the water, anything to buy time, but they were already closing in.
The first punch caught him in the jaw, snapping his head to the side, stars bursting across his vision. Then they were all on him.
Fists connected with every surface of his body, pain exploded everywhere at once. He fought back and managed to land a few solid hits but it was four against one and he was naked and wet and the tile was slippery beneath his feet.
Someone kicked his legs out from under him and he went down hard. His knees cracked against the tile, agony shooting up his thighs. The shower was still running, water spraying over all of them, getting in his eyes and mouth, making it hard to see or breathe.
"Gonna teach you some manners." another voice said above him.
Rough hands grabbed him, flipping him onto his back. He tried to get up but they pinned him down, one holding his shoulders, another prying his legs apart. The water pounded down on his face and he turned his head, gasping.
"Hold him still," someone grunted.
Panic crashed through him, primal and overwhelming. He bucked and thrashed, channeled all his strength into it, but he couldn't get the hands off of him.
Someone squeezed his ass, fingers digging in painfully, spreading him as another hand wrapped around his throat, pressing down hard enough to cut off his airway. His vision started to tunnel, black creeping in at the edges.
He felt two fingers push into him and the violation of it tore a painful scream from his voice box that came out strangled and weak.
"Break it up! NOW!"
The pressure released all at once. The men were pulled off him, still cackling and talking shit even as the guards hauled them away.
Sasuke curled on his side, coughing, water still pouring over him from the shower head. His whole body shook so hard he couldn't control it. His throat burned where he'd been choked. His ass throbbed where fingers had…
He couldn't think about it. Couldn't process what had almost happened.
"You alright?" One of the guards was crouching next to him now, careful not to touch. "Do you need us to take you to the medical wing?"
Sasuke shook his head violently. He didn't want anyone touching him right now.
"No," he managed to rasp out.
The guard looked skeptical but didn't push. "Get dressed and back to your cell."
Sasuke forced himself to stand, his legs so unsteady he had to lean against the wall. He grabbed his towel with trembling hands, wrapping it around himself.
He dressed as fast as he could, not bothering to dry off first, just needing to get out of there. His hands wouldn't stop shaking and his world kept narrowing.
The walk back to his cell felt endless. Every person he passed felt like a threat. Every sound made him flinch.
When he finally made it inside, his cellmate took one look at him and wisely said nothing, just rolled over on his bunk to face the wall.
Sasuke sat on his bunk, back against the concrete, where he could see the door. His whole body ached but worse than the physical pain was the sick, violated feeling crawling under his skin. The memory of hands holding him down. Of being completely powerless.
This was getting worse. The attempts were escalating, from groping to punches to this. And he'd barely escaped. If the guards hadn't come when they did...
Sasuke's jaw clenched. His eyes burned but he refused to cry, refused to give anyone that satisfaction.
He couldn't keep doing this. Couldn't keep fighting them off alone. Eventually his luck would run out.
He thought about Naruto's offer. He had been so sure he could handle this on his own, that accepting that would be worse than whatever else might happen.
He touched his throat where bruises were already forming.
Maybe he'd been wrong.
Naruto had been... kind. These past two weeks. The conversations had been easy, genuine-seeming. Naruto had even stopped that guy from harassing him in the cafeteria.
Sasuke's hands curled into fists.
***
Naruto came to sit with him as he always did that evening. His gaze tracked over the bruises on Sasuke's neck, dark purple in the shape of fingers but otherwise he said nothing. Just sat down and started talking about the latest book he was reading like it was any other day.
Sasuke barely heard him. His hands were clenched under the table, his stomach twisting itself into knots. He kept thinking about the shower.
He took a breath. Then another.
"Naruto." His voice emerged lower than intended. "What would... what would being your bitch entail?"
The words tasted like ash in his mouth. Heat crept up his neck despite the situation, burning hot with humiliation at having to say those words out loud.
Naruto went still for just a heartbeat. Then his expression shifted, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Changing your mind, Princess?"
"Maybe." Sasuke forced himself to hold Naruto's gaze even though everything in him wanted to look away. "But I want to know what I'm getting myself into."
Naruto leaned back, considering him with a sharp assessing look. Taking his time with the answer, making Sasuke wait for it.
"I like my bitches to be pretty dolls," he said finally, voice casual like they were discussing the weather. "You sit on my lap and look good. You do as I say. You let me use your body when I want it."
The words should have been degrading. They were degrading. But Naruto said them so matter-of-factly, like business terms being laid out, that Sasuke could almost pretend that's all they were.
Something cold slithered through Sasuke. This was what he was agreeing to. Being used. Being owned.
"And in exchange?" His voice was steadier now. If he was doing this, he needed to know exactly what he was getting out of it.
"No one touches you but me," Naruto said simply. His eyes locked on Sasuke's, serious for once. "You belong to me. Anyone who tries anything answers to me. And trust me, Princess, nobody wants that."
He gripped Sasuke's chain, making him hold his gaze. "So Princess, is there something you want to ask me?"
He thought about the shower again, the terror of knowing what was coming and being powerless to stop it.
He couldn't go through that again
And Naruto... Naruto was attractive. Sasuke couldn't deny that. The blonde was built, confident, with a cocky grin. If they'd met on the outside, at a bar or a club, Sasuke probably would have tried to hook up with him. So what was the difference, really? He'd get laid by someone hot and get protection.
It wasn't ideal, but nothing about this situation was.
"Okay." His voice had come out barely above a whisper. He tried again, forcing the words out even though they made him want to crawl out of his skin. "Naruto, can I... can I be your bitch?"
For just a second, something shifted in Naruto's expression. The casual mask slipped and his features darkened with triumph. Like everything had gone according to plan.
Then it was gone, replaced by that easy smirk.
"Good choice, Princess."
Naruto stood and grabbed Sasuke's hand, pulling him up. His grip was commanding, already treating Sasuke like he belonged to him. He dragged him across the cafeteria toward his usual table.
Sasuke's heart pounded so hard he could hear it in his ears. The cafeteria was watching. Everyone was watching. Conversations had stopped mid-sentence. Heads turned to follow their movement.
Kiba and Neji looked up as they approached, surprise flickering across their faces. A few other guys Sasuke didn't know sat at the table too, all of them going silent.
Naruto sat down and dragged Sasuke onto his lap in one smooth motion, arm wrapping around his waist to hold him in place. The position was possessive, claiming and everyone in the cafeteria could see it.
The heat of Naruto's body against his back was overwhelming. Sasuke could feel every point of contact, the hard muscle of Naruto's thighs beneath him, the solid chest pressed against his shoulders, the arm locked around his waist like a steel band. Blood rushed to his face but his body betrayed him, responding to the casual dominance in ways he didn't want to examine.
"Boys," Naruto announced, loudly enough for half the cafeteria to hear, "meet my new bitch."
The words echoed in the hush. Sasuke heard someone laugh, someone else whistle. His face burned hotter but he forced himself to stay still, to not squirm away or react. This was his choice. His protection.
His survival.
Around them, guys were reacting, some looked disappointed, others knowing, a few outright angry. The ones who'd been circling, waiting for their chance, now knew they were out of luck.
Naruto's hand squeezed his hip possessively, thumb stroking in a way that could've been soothing but felt more like marking territory.
"Now," Naruto said, voice dropping lower, meant just for Sasuke even though everyone was still watching. "Why don't you tell me how you got those bruises on your neck."
***
Standing with his arms crossed, Naruto braced one foot against the wall in one of the many blind spots in the prison. The four men from the shower stood in front of him, still riding high on what they thought had been a job well done.
"Boss, we did exactly what you asked," the big one said. "Pretty boy came running to you just like you wanted."
"Your instructions," Naruto said, voice like steel, "were to scare him. Rough him up." His face went cold. "I never said you could touch his ass."
The guy shifted uncomfortably. "It was just a couple of fingers, boss. Had to really sell it…"
Naruto backhanded him so hard he went down, hitting the concrete with a grunt. Blood trickled from his split lip.
"I told everyone," Naruto said, dangerously, "that his ass was mine. I made that clear from day one. You think I say shit just to hear myself talk?"
"But he wasn't yours yet…" another one started.
"He was always mine," Naruto cut him off. "From the second he walked into that cafeteria. The rest was just making him realize it."
He pulled a small bag of white powder from his pocket and tossed it onto the ground near them. "A deal's a deal."
One of them scrambled for it, looked inside, then his face fell. "Hey, this is less than half what we agreed."
"Then you should have followed orders," Naruto said coldly, "and stayed away from his ass."
He walked off. He had cell arrangements to make; Sasuke would be moving into his cell tonight. Where Naruto could keep him close. Where he belonged.
Behind him, the four men divided up their payment, already planning on how to score more.
They wouldn't get the chance.
That night, the guards would call lockdown after finding four bodies. Overdose, the official report would say.
Nobody crossed Naruto Uzumaki. And nobody touched what was his.
***
"Uchiha, pack your things. You're moving cells."
The guard's voice drifted from the doorway, flat and bored like this was just another administrative task.
Sasuke glanced up from his book, confusion flickering across his face. His cellmate didn't even look over, just kept his face turned to the wall like he'd been doing since Sasuke came back from the cafeteria earlier.
"Moving?" Sasuke asked. "Where?"
"Don't ask questions, just move," the guard said, already turning away like the conversation was over.
Unease coiled in Sasuke's gut. Cell moves didn't just happen randomly.
He didn't have much to pack. A few books, some commissary items, spare clothes. He shoved it all into his arms since he didn't have a bag, hyper-aware of his cellmate still refusing to acknowledge him.
The guard led him through the block and up the stairs. Other inmates watched as they passed, some with knowing looks, others with envy or anger in their eyes. Sasuke kept his gaze forward, trying to look unbothered even though his heart was racing.
They went all the way to the top tier, to the furthest cell at the end. Prime real estate in prison terms; corner position, better sightlines, further from the guard station which meant more privacy for whatever you didn't want seen.
The cell was slightly larger than his old one. There was a small shelf bolted to the wall with books on it and a few personal items that spoke of long-term occupancy.
Naruto sat cross-legged on the bottom bunk, a letter spread out in front of him on what appeared to be quite a nice mattress. He had a red marker in hand and was making notations in the margins, circling certain words, underlining others. His expression was focused, almost businesslike.
He lifted his gaze when Sasuke entered and that steel focus lightened.
"Welcome to your new home, Princess."
Sasuke stood frozen in the doorway, arms full of his meager possessions. The cell door was still open behind him, he could theoretically walk back out, refuse this, but they both knew he wouldn't.
His attention dropped to the letter in Naruto's hands.
Naruto noticed him looking and casually folded the letter, tucking it and the pen under his pillow in one smooth motion.
"You can put your stuff on the top bunk," Naruto said, gesturing lazily upward. "Though I expect you'll be spending most nights down here with me."
The implication was clear. Warmth prickled across Sasuke's cheeks but he moved forward, setting his things on the top bunk like he'd been told. The cell felt smaller with both of them in it, the air heavier.
When he turned back around, Naruto was watching him with that same assessing look from their first meeting.
"Come here," Naruto said, patting the bunk beside him.
Sasuke walked slowly to the bunk, settling on the edge, vaguely aware of how nice the mattress felt compared to the one in his old cell.
"Nervous, Princess?" Naruto asked, that familiar smirk playing on his lips.
"No."
"Liar." Naruto's voice was almost fond.
Naruto's eyes dragged over him slowly, taking in every detail.
"You know what you agreed to," Naruto murmured.
"Yes." Sasuke's voice came out rougher than intended.
"Say it."
Sasuke swallowed hard. "I sit on your lap and look pretty. I do as you say. I let you... use my body when you want."
"Good boy." Naruto's hand rose to cup Sasuke's jaw, thumb brushing over his split lip. The touch was surprisingly gentle. "I'm going to fuck you. You understand that?"
Sasuke's breath caught. He'd known it was coming, had known from the moment he agreed, but hearing it stated so baldly made it real. "Yes."
"And you're going to take it. Going to be good for me." Naruto's thumb pressed lightly on his lip, not enough to hurt but enough to remind him it was split. "Aren't you?"
"Yes," Sasuke whispered.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir." the words made his mouth go dry.
Naruto's smile widened. "That's my pretty princess."
Naruto's hand slid from Sasuke's jaw down to his throat, fingers resting lightly over the bruises there.
"These will fade," Naruto said gently. "And no one will ever put their hands on you like that again.."
There was a possessiveness in the way he said those words. Like the problem wasn't the violence itself, but that someone else had dared to touch what was his.
"Take off your clothes," Naruto said.
Sasuke stood, his hands shaking as he reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head, wincing as the movement pulled at his bruised ribs. The shirt fell to the floor.
His torso was a canvas of damage, purple and yellow bruises across his ribs, stomach and shoulders.
"Keep going."
Sasuke pushed down his pants and boxers in one motion, stepping out of them. He stood naked in the harsh fluorescent light, nowhere to hide. Every bruise, every mark, every vulnerable inch of him on display.
Naruto circled him slowly, like a predator assessing prey. Sasuke forced himself to stay still.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Naruto said from behind him. His hand traced down Sasuke's spine, making him shiver. "Even covered in bruises, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."
The words sent conflicting emotions through Sasuke, humiliation at being appraised like an object, but also a warmth that he didn't want to examine too closely.
Naruto's hands settled on his hip, pulling him back against his chest. Sasuke could feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against Sasuke's lower back.
"You feel that?" Naruto's voice was low, almost a growl against Sasuke's ear. "That's what you do to me, Princess. Been thinking about this since the first time I saw you."
One hand pressed flat against Sasuke's chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. "Your heart's pounding. You scared?"
"A little," Sasuke admitted.
"Good. You should be." Naruto's teeth grazed his earlobe. "But I'll take care of you. I always take care of what I have claimed."
The hand on his hip slid lower, fingers trailing along his inner thigh. Not touching where Sasuke was already half-hard despite himself, just... teasing.
"Get on the bunk. On your hands and knees."
Sasuke moved to comply, climbing onto the lower bunk. He positioned himself as ordered, facing the wall, acutely aware of how vulnerable he was.
Behind him, he heard the rustle of fabric as Naruto undressed. Then the bunk dipped as Naruto climbed on behind him, bracketing Sasuke's body with his own.
Naruto's hands settled on his hips, thumbs rubbing small circles against his skin. "You ever done this before?"
"No, I… I've always been on top," Sasuke admitted.
"Then I'll go slow. This time only." Naruto's hand slid up his spine. "Gotta open you up first. Get you ready for me."
Sasuke heard a squelch behind him and then Naruto's slick fingers were between his cheeks.
"Relax," Naruto murmured. "Breathe."
The first finger pushed inside slowly, carefully. Sasuke tensed at the intrusion. It didn't hurt exactly, just felt... strange.
"Breathe," Naruto repeated, his other hand stroking Sasuke's hip soothingly. "You're so tight, fuck."
He worked that finger in and out, giving Sasuke time to adjust. Then his ring finger joined the middle one, stretching him further, pulling down on his anus as he worked the fingers in and out. This burned a little, a swift jolt of pain that made Sasuke hiss.
"Just breathe through it. It'll get better."
Naruto was thorough, taking his time to stretch Sasuke properly. His fingers crooked, searching, and then—
"Ah!" Sasuke gasped as pleasure shot through him, unexpected and overwhelming.
Naruto chuckled darkly. "Found it. That's your prostate, Princess. Gonna make you feel so good."
He kept hitting that spot, over and over, until Sasuke was panting, pushing back against his fingers despite himself. His cock was fully hard now, dripping onto the sheets beneath him.
"That's it," Naruto praised. "Look at you, so desperate for it already. Knew you'd be perfect."
He pulled his fingers out and Sasuke felt suddenly empty. Then something much bigger pressed against his entrance, slick and hot.
"This is going to hurt," Naruto warned. "But you're going to take it anyway, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir" Sasuke breathed.
Naruto pushed in slowly. The stretch was intense. Sasuke's hands twisted in the sheets, his breathing harsh and uneven. It hurt. God, it hurt.
"Relax," Naruto's hand stroked his back. "You're tensing up."
But Sasuke couldn't relax. His body was screaming at the intrusion, trying to reject it and he bit his tongue hard enough he could taste copper.
Naruto pushed in further and Sasuke couldn't stop the whimper that escaped him. "Almost there. You're doing so good."
Finally, Naruto was fully seated inside him. Sasuke felt impossibly full, stretched beyond what should be possible. Every breath shifted the pressure, making him acutely aware of every inch.
"Fuck," Naruto groaned. "You're so tight. So perfect."
He stayed still, letting Sasuke adjust to the feeling. His hands were gentle on Sasuke's hips, almost tender. The contrast between the brutal invasion and the careful touch was disorienting.
Slowly, the burning pain started to fade, replaced by a more pleasant feeling.
"Ready?" Naruto asked.
Sasuke nodded, not trusting his voice.
Naruto pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then pushed back in just as slowly. Establishing a rhythm. Each thrust was controlled, giving Sasuke time to feel everything.
And then Naruto angled his hips slightly and hit that spot inside him again.
"Oh god," Sasuke gasped, his arms nearly giving out.
"There it is," Naruto's voice was rough with pleasure. "Gonna make you feel so good, Princess."
He kept that angle, hitting Sasuke's prostate with every thrust. The pain faded further, replaced by blinding pleasure that Sasuke didn't know how to process. His cock was achingly hard, trapped between his body and the mattress, getting friction with every thrust.
"Touch yourself," Naruto ordered. "Want to feel you come on my cock."
Sasuke braced himself on one arm and wrapped his other hand around himself. He was so hard it almost hurt, pre-cum leaking steadily from the tip.
"Ahh" he tried to bite back the moan, conscious of making too much noise.
"Make as much noise as you want Princess, no one is going to hear you." Naruto panted.
A few more strokes was all it took. Sasuke came with a broken sound, spilling over his hand and onto the sheets below. His whole body tightened, clenching around Naruto's cock.
"Fuck, yes," Naruto groaned, his rhythm faltering. "So good, so fucking tight!"
He thrust in deep one last time and stilled, coming inside Sasuke with a low groan. Sasuke could feel it, the warmth flooding him, marking him from the inside out.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard. Then Naruto pulled out carefully. Sasuke winced at the drag, his hole clenching as if disappointed to be empty .
Naruto collapsed beside him on the narrow bunk, pulling Sasuke against his chest. The position was awkward in the small space, but Naruto arranged them until they fit, Sasuke's back to his chest, his arm wrapped around Sasuke's waist.
"Well done, Princess," Naruto murmured against his neck. "You were excellent."
Sasuke lay there, feeling the ache between his legs, the stickiness on his thighs, the warmth of Naruto's come inside him. He'd just been used.
And the worst part?
It hadn't been as terrible as he'd feared. Some of it had even felt... good … amazing even.
He didn't know what that said about him.
"Sleep," Naruto said, his grip tightening possessively. "You're safe now. I've got you."
And despite everything—the pain, the humiliation, the complete loss of autonomy—Sasuke felt his body relaxing.