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Sasuke’s head is full of cotton when he tries to open his eyes, an odd buzz in the back of his skull. It isn’t often that someone attempts to drug Sasuke and succeeds, so it takes a moment for Sasuke to realize that must be the case as his muddled facilities take a while to soak in where he is and why. His keen senses are drowned in a haze of whatever drug he had been given, feeling like his head was pushed underwater as his blurry vision slid unfocused across the room he was in.
Sasuke realizes he’s on the ground, a cold hard wooden floor that glimmers in the dim light. It’s dark, wherever he is, pinpricks of light edging his vision in what Sasuke assumes to be candles. The faintest whiff of burning incense lingers in his nose, something spicy and sweet, setting an ambiance.
He’s trying to sit up when he realizes his arm and legs are tied with thick rope. His wrist was connected to his ankles in a secure pattern of knots, while rope twisted from his ankles to just below his thighs, keeping them tied together tightly. Chakra suppression cuffs were slapped around both his wrist and ankles, someone clearly trying to make sure he doesn’t break free. Rope slithered up his waist and around his neck, giving him a collar that was loose enough to be comfortable. The collar had a small rope attached to it, connecting to something else, and Sasuke becomes aware of two more things when he follows the rope.
Someone else is tied up next to him, hog tied in the same fashion as himself, with more rope around their two arms than Sasuke’s single one. Their legs were slightly less tied up than Sasuke’s, allowing them to part their thighs a little more, but their calves were tied together, wrists connected to their ankles, and chakra suppression cuffs were placed in the same positions as Sasuke. Their chest and waist had been roped together, causing them to be pressed against each other, the person’s heavier chest rubbing against his own pecs sensually as he shifted.
Sasuke became aware of another thing, watching their chests rub together, nipples grazing each other in a way that had his instantly hardening. He was completely naked- his usual cloak and all under garments missing from his body, shoes and weapons disappeared. The stranger had suffered the same fate, reduced to nothing but their skin, which continued to slide against his.
Sasuke frowned, glancing up at the stranger. They had thick gray hair that was damp with sweat, their eyes squeezed shut, still unconscious but close to awakening from the fluttering of their eyelids. Sasuke had to admit the stranger was good looking, sporting a chiseled jaw, a sharp nose, plush lips parted in quiet pants, with a cute mole askew of his mouth. There was something oddly familiar about them, the scar on their eye that stretched down their cheeks making Sasuke’s head hurt as he tried to remember who the person in front of him was or if they had even met.
It was hard to keep focus of his thoughts, an odd pool of heat simmering in his gut that made his brain swim. It wasn’t overwhelming, though it was steadily growing, and the way the stranger tied to him shifted wasn’t help, thighs rubbing against his cock, making him already half hard.
The last he remembers, Tsunade had sent him and Kakashi to infiltrate a cult that had been gathering followers south of their village. The purpose of the mission had been to gather information regarding purpose and intent before reporting back so Tsunade could formulate a proper plan of attack. The cult had been largely peaceful, though often spoke of a second coming and a desire to fulfill the true dreams of Konoha’s founder. At first, Kakashi and Sasuke had thought the cult was somehow connected to Hashirama and his mokuton.
Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember. That wasn’t the case, though, after a week of infiltrating the cult in disguise. Their dream was to fulfill Madara’s desires and put the Uchiha back in power, which had been slightly baffling at first to learn, given that Sasuke was the last Uchiha alive. Kakashi had been preparing to send word to Tsunade about the alarming news, and attempt to remove Sasuke from the cult once they realized he would likely be a target, when the leader had asked to speak with them, wondering about their thoughts as the newest additions to the cult, inviting them to a private dinner.
They had been drugged! Sasuke remembered now, drinking the tea that had been offered, and losing consciousness in time to watch the leader and his right hand men leer over him. Kakashi had been fighting to stay awake himself when Sasuke had given in and closed his eyes, and then he awoke here, on the ground, tied to another person.
Could this be…?
Sasuke opened his eyes, carefully cataloguing the person before him. Thick gray hair, hazy, droopy gray eyes that had parted open while he was ruminating, a long scar across one side of his face. Double chakra suppression cuffs to contain a powerful shinobi, with a toned body that spoke of hard won battles and diligent training.
“Kakashi,” Sasuke whispered, stunned at the realization the person tied to him was indeed his former teacher. This was the first time he had ever seen the man’s face, and had not recognized him without the trade mark mask. It was somewhat odd as well, even after Naruto had healed Kakashi’s missing eye, seeing the eye that once held the sharingan, after so long of Kakashi wearing his headband to hide it.
There was, of course, the other surprise involved in this reveal. Sasuke glanced down at their conjoined bodies to check his initial observation. Kakashi didn’t have a large chest by any means, but it was clear he possessed small breasts instead of defined pecs, the fat softer, squishier, and more pronounced than Sasuke’s. The fact also remained that Sasuke did not feel a dick rubbing against him the way Sasuke’s own was pressed hard and hot against Kakashi’s thighs, and if he shifted slightly, he could feel him brush against the folds of Kakashi’s sex, warm and wet.
Sasuke didn’t have much time to process this realization, because Kakashi let out a breathy little groan that made his eyes snap towards his face, watching those hazy eyes slide towards Sasuke, trying to focus. It was clear they had drugged Kakashi with a higher dose than Sasuke, though Sasuke had also spent quite a bit of time developing a poison immunity under Orochimaru, and it may be that the chemical they used was similar to something the snake master had injected him with before.
“Sasuke…?” Kakashi breathed. “What…?”
“Finally awake?” Someone asked. Sasuke jerked his head to the right, while Kakashi’s reflexes were far slower, languid, eyes rolling idly towards the source of the voice. It was the leader of the cult that stood before them, on the steps to the stage they had been set on, an obvious ritualistic altar. Kakashi and Sasuke had been wondering for the past week the purpose of this in the theatre they had infiltrated, and it seems they uncovered its intention tonight. “Good!”
“What the hell is going on?” Sasuke demanded, jerking in his restraints. It only made their bodies grind against each other, his cock rubbing against his fat pussy, and Sasuke only barely managed to restrain a moan. Kakashi let out a tantalizing gasp that made Sasuke’s focus swim before he took a few calming breaths, glaring at the leader, who was smiling down at both of them.
“It was Madara’s dream to restore the power and respect deserved to the Uchiha,” the leader calmly began. “We desire to carry out that dream, but ran into the small problem of only one Uchiha being left. It was quite good luck for you to walk right into our encampment when we had recently figured a solution to our problems.”
“And what’s that?” Sasuke snarled. “The Uchiha clan is all but dead. It’s only me now.”
“But it doesn’t have to stay that way for long. Haven’t you ever wanted to start a family? As the last of your clan, it’s practically an obligation to do so, to keep your bloodline alive.”
Sasuke’s blood runs cold.
“How fortunate for us to find the perfect candidate to help you repopulate!” The leader continues, turning their attention to Kakashi, who had begun to fade from the conversation, whatever concoction they gave him making him glassy eyed and unfocused. “Kakashi of the Sharigan, said to have mastered the power better than many true Uchihas.”
The leader reached for Kakashi, tilting his head slightly, capturing his chin. Kakashi is all but limp in his hold, lidded eyes slowly turning to look up at the leader as he studies him, smiling. “It’s a shame he had lost the sharingan, but it’s proof that his bloodline is powerful enough to carry it on. The children you’ll create will be a force to be reckoned with, carrying your bloodlines.”
“You perverted freak!” Sasuke snarled, yanking at the restraints around his hands. His fingers had been tightly wound and separated to keep him making signs. He needed to come up with an escape plan fast.
“How did…?” Kakashi practically slurs. Sasuke glances at him, surprised he’s been tracking this conversation. “I’m a man…?”
“There’s a byakugan user among us, remember?” The cult leader smiles. “A simple look beneath your clothes granted us the knowledge to perform this ritual with you. You were already a top candidate on our list besides. We had been looking into the usage of seals in case you didn’t have the anatomy we were looking for, which would have delayed us by months, if not years, but here you are…” The hand slides down his chin, ghosting his neck, collarbone, then towards his breast, casually groping it. Kakashi groaned as he squeezed, the leader flicking his nipple. “Born perfectly, like it was destined for our cult to succeed.”
“Perv…” Kakashi accused.
“Hands off him!” Sasuke barked. Kakashi and him had developed a strained relationship that had only recently begun to smooth over after the war. Sasuke didn’t exactly like acknowledging how much he cared for Kakashi, who had been one of the few people in his life that had tried to set him straight before the mess with Orochimaru, who had cared about him not because he was the last Uchiha, but because he was his teammate, because he genuinely cared about all of his comrades. But watching a perverted freak grope Kakashi while he was drugged near senseless was perhaps an understandable circumstance for Sasuke to drop his callous act around his former sensei. “I’m going to fucking kill you, slow and painfully, when I get out of these restraints.”
“Looks like we need to dose you again,” the leader states, clicking his tongue. “It must have been too small of a dose. We weren’t sure how to accommodate your missing limb. Let’s rectify that.”
Someone appeared from behind the leader, and Sasuke strained to look over his shoulder, noticing for the first time that there was more than just the three of them in the room. It seemed as if the entire commune was present in the theatre, watching with curious eyes as a syringe was handed to the cult leader. They were a spectacle for them to watch, a ritual to perform, and Sasuke’s blood boiled dangerously, struggling to form a plan that would let him attack these wicked, perverted freaks.
The needle pierced his neck. Sasuke struggles until the assistant holds him steady, and soon the drug is pumped into him, the cult leader giving him a pompous sneer.
“That should do it,” he announces. He checks Kakashi once more, turning his head left and right, checking his dilated pupils and unfocused gaze. “His dose should last for quite some time. We might have gone too high with him, but better safe than sorry.”
The leader pulls away. “Truthfully, the first coupling should be enough to create an heir. Once we confirmed both your reproductive organs, we’ve been dosing every meal and drink with fertility treatments. It’s better to aim too high, however, so we’re going to keep you like this for a week. If he isn’t pregnant afterwords, we’ll simply do this for another week, until one heir is secured. Hopefully, by the time you have a second child, this ritual won’t be necessary, but we will do whatever it takes to secure the Uchiha bloodline and give it the glory it deserves.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Sasuke promised, no longer a threat. “I’m going to tear you limb from limb, starting with your dick.”
“We shall see,” he said, smiling, before disappearing from the stage. The two were left alone on the ground, Sasuke’s blood boiling from the treatment, like they were zoo animals to be bred, feeling a thousand eyes on him as he struggled against the restraints.
Whatever lucidity Kakashi had before was clearly waning. Kakashi had leaned forward, his head dropping against Sasuke’s neck, burying into him while ground his pussy against his cock, breasts rubbing against him as he squirmed. “H-hot…”
“Kakashi,” Sasuke warned through gritted teeth, feeling a heat burst within his groin at the feeling of Kakashi’s folds sliding across his dick, struggling to restrain himself from thrusting back into him. “You’re better than this. Stop it.”
Sasuke’s blood was pumping, his heart racing, and he knows that’s only going to speed up the drug they had injected him with. He’s already starting to feel affected, a desire burning in the pit of his stomach, simmering under every inch of his skin, sated by the skin of Kakashi at every point they meet, struggling not to roll his hips against the warmth of the other man’s groin.
“Sorry,” Kakashi murmurs, breath hot against his neck, Sasuke shivering from the sensation. “Just so hot…”
“Me too,” Sasuke admitted, burning from the inside out. Sweat dappled his skin, and he watched beads slide down Kakashi’s collarbone, tracing the top of his breast, sliding across the round mass. Sasuke barely managed to keep himself from licking his lips, squeezing his eyes shut instead, hoping that a lack of visual sensation will help keep him sane.
For a moment the two just lay there, pressed tight against each other, Kakashi’s head buried in his neck, Sasuke’s muscles flexing from the restraint of not fucking into that tight pussy just an inch away from his weeping, throbbing dick. He was so unbearably horny it was beginning to drive all rationality from his mind. Perhaps he could slip inside and fuck his tight little hole as long as he made sure to pull out in time. He just couldn’t impregnate him- it didn’t mean they couldn’t fool around and touch each other a little.
Kakashi groaned, muscles flexing as he squirmed against the restraints, restless with need, making their crotches rut against each other. Kakashi let out the sweetest little keen from his clit being stimulated, friction granting him a moment of bliss, and all of Sasuke’s composure cracked at the sound, eyes snapping open, watching Kakashi's pretty pink lips part, panting softly, lidded eyes hazy with mindless need.
Sasuke despises the fact that he breaks first. Need courses through his body and he forces his mouth against Kakashi’s, bodies squirming in tandem as the heat rolls in waves across them. Kakashi groans, lips parting slightly, and Sasuke takes the opportunity to plunder his mouth, tongue exploring every inch of the warm, wet cavern. He isn’t expecting the sharp canines within, tongue brushing against his lower set, enough to cut, blood drawn, an iron tang filling both their mouths. It sets both of them into a frenzy, years of being a shinobi during puberty perhaps facilitating their dilated pupils at the taste, Kakashi’s tongue sliding against his, lapping at the fresh cut, both of them moaning.
It becomes a battle for dominance, Kakashi spurred by the drawn blood, Sasuke fighting back just as intensely. Lewd wet sounds echo in the hush of the theatre, mouths fervent, lips bruised and soaked in spit.
Kakashi grinds down, a dirty little trick that leaves Sasuke breathless, mouth opened as he lets out a low groan. Kakashi bites his lower lip hard enough to draw blood again, laving the red beads up as Sasuke fights back, thrusting his cock between his thighs, grinding the head and side against Kakashi’s folds, forcing their bodies tight against each other so Kakashi’s clit reacts to the friction.
“Ah,” Kakashi whines, Sasuke stealing the rest of his breathy moans, licking into his mouth. They’re grinding against each now, lost in their primal instincts, hips rolling as they rile each other up until one of them finally snaps. Their surroundings have dulled until the only thing in the world is Kakashi’s body pressed against his, breasts and pectorals rubbing against each other, crotches grinding with pure need, mouths frantic.
Kakashi breaks the kiss, peppering his jaw as he slides his mouth towards his neck, lathering his collar in open mouthed kisses. His sharp teeth graze against his skin and Sasuke whines, feeling Kakashi bite, sinking his fangs into his tender skin, igniting his immolation, his tongue lapping up the blood he draws, tender against the bruise he forms before he sucks, pinpricks of pain dancing across the sensitive skin.
Sasuke is the first to completely snap, the last tethers of sanity released as he wonders why the hell he isn’t shoving his throbbing cock into that leaking pussy he’s pressed against, fluids covering Kakashi’s thighs at this point, Sasuke’s own precum and his wetness staining him. He thrusts hard, aiming the tip of his cock for his pussy, struggling to get the angle right until he finally forced it inside.
Kakashi mewls, the sound right in Sasuke’s ear, echoing in his skull as he begins to pound into him, thrusting his hips hard and fast, forcing himself as deep as possible with each buck of his hips. Kakashi squirms, thighs flexing, toes curling, moans punched from him with every thrust of Sasuke’s dick as they give into a deep carnal lust. Sasuke pushed inside, bullying the tight cunt with every forced entrance, searching for his cervix, overcome with the desire to knock Kakashi up. His tits rut against his, Sasuke dreaming of them growing fatter, rounder, filled with milk for his future baby. Their stomachs rub against each other, Sasuke’s dick throbbing at the idea of it being round, watching it bounce back and forth as Sasuke forced his dick in his aching pussy, hormonal from the pregnancy and begging to be fucked again and again.
“Need you,” Kakashi whined, the both of them drugged out of their minds, sunk deep into instincts they didn’t think they had. “Fuck me, fuck me…”
“Gonna knock you up,” Sasuke threatens, biting Kakashi’s earlobe as he rolls his hips, rhythm messy and wild. His tongue slides across his skin, tasting his sweat, the tang of his flesh. His teeth are not as sharp, but they bruise as he bites, sucking hard against his skin, watching the mark fade from red to purple, Kakashi crying out, jerking in the restraints. “Gonna fuck your womb.”
“Fuck me,” Kakashi whines again, squirming as Sasuke continues to bite at him, eager to turn the tables. His hips are slamming against him, their bodies smacking against the ground so hard they’ll have bruises the next day as they meet each other, pushing and pulling, enveloped in each other’s heat. Sasuke feels lightheaded as Kakashi’s cunt clenched around him with every bite to his collar, his greedy pussy begging him to stay inside, to milk him dry.
Sasuke leaned forward, rutting against Kakashi, brushing hard against his clit, and Kakashi finally unraveled, hitting his climax fast and hard. His cunt squeezed so hard Sasuke’s vision whites out for a moment, a vice against his dick so strong he orgasms with Kakashi, feeling their spend intertwine as he cums deep into his puffy pussy. A few drops slide out from his plugged hole, Kakashi completely limp next to him, expression dazed from the ecstasy of their peak.
Sasuke struggled to breathe, head fuzzy with cotton, warmth flooding his entire body, pleasure settled across every inch of him. His dick is still half hard inside him, twitching, pulsing with a need only just sated. He can feel Kakashi’s walls flexing around him, Kakashi’s eyes fluttering, mouth parted, the pink of his tongue barely visible as he too catches his breath.
Their bodies are soaked in sweat, saliva, and cum. Sasuke’s skin begins to itch, though not from the sticky fluids covering him. Kakashi makes the first move, leaning forward to capture his lips, lazy but earnest, tongues sliding against each other as the heat creeps higher and higher.
Kakashi writhes against him as Sasuke experimentally rolls his hips, and soon the two of them are going for another round, blissfully forgetting the rest of the world beyond their bodies, beyond the heat, beyond the bone deep need.
The cult of Uchiha worshippers watch in fascination as they begin the process of coupling all over again, unable to help themselves. The drugs wear off after the third round, but it’s no matter. The cult leader smiles and has them dosed again, excited to see how the next week will go. If they remain well behaved, he might even untie them.