Summary: It was just business. He hadn't even wanted it. So what was Naruto to do when he found himself falling in love with his rapist?

Disclaimer: Naruto and assorted characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Contains: AU, SasuNaru, explicit gay sex, rape

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Inspiration comes from all sorts of unlikely places. In this case, it was a teacher telling us a scare story to enforce the importance of being in groups while going to the bathroom in the airport…

Originally this was meant to be a short story, but it got kinda long. I decided to break it up into six short chapters.

SUPER BIG ANNOUNCEMENT! Stockholm Syndrome has been translated into Chinese! If you'd like to read it, it's here: [ tieba. baidu DOT com /p/ 1876473398 ] (Please parse accordingly; FFN's anti-link system is pretty strong!)

Naruto leaned against the spotless sink of the empty public washroom. The sounds of the mall were few – the stores had yet to open; before hours the mall served as a shortcut for employees on their way to work. Not really feeling in the mood to be at work just yet, he was stalling for time here. He hadn't expected the detour to make him feel worse.

After a nasty shouting match with his boss one day that carried his anger into deliberately bad work for the rest of his shift, he'd been demoted, docked pay, and put on probation. He'd never been that well-off before, but now he was struggling to pay the rent on his little apartment flat. He'd already had to cut down on food. He'd taken another job in addition to his regular one, and when he did have time to catch a bit of rest here and there, often at odd times, he typically ended up tossing and turning, unable to forget his hunger, worry, and stress.

And so this was how he'd gotten into this situation, his reflection gazing tiredly back at him with baggy, bloodshot eyes. He'd made whatever effort he could to look healthy, and his hair wasn't so bad, but it still lacked some of the shine it usually kept and didn't stick up in quite the same way. Shirtless, his ribs would stick out prominently; with a shirt on was little better – it only made it all the more obvious how much weight he'd lost since the last time he could buy clothes that fit him snugly. He'd had to get a cheap belt to hold up his pants, making more holes beyond the ones that already existed. He hardly smiled anymore. He had no time to go out with friends or do anything he wanted to, spending every minute he had working, eating, or sleeping. When he did chance across Kiba one day on the street, the dog breeder was stunned by the image Naruto gave, no longer the cheerful, energetic Naruto he'd known since grade school. Sure, Naruto had attempted to smile, and he did feel a bit better seeing Kiba, but it was mostly forced and they were both in a hurry. Kiba had offered to give him some money, but Naruto refused, knowing he would be morally bound to repay his friend eventually, even if Kiba didn't want to be repaid.

He rubbed one eye and sighed. There was little point in staying here any longer. It wouldn't reflect well on his probation if he showed up late for work, in any case. He glanced one more time at his sad image, then turned to the bathroom door.

The doorknob turned before he could reach for it. The man who walked in wore a faded blue coverall suit and pulled along with him a janitor's cart. Despite the low-class job and unflattering uniform, the man was stunning – his spiky black hair stuck back in a unique way, accenting his sharp yet graceful face, just as dark as his pitch-black eyes, a striking contrast to his pale skin. Naruto stopped in his tracks, not expecting someone to have come in, least of all someone so handsome and clearly not meant for something as low as cleaning bathrooms.

The man didn't seem interested in cleaning, however. As soon as the door was closed, he turned the lock behind him and pushed the cart to one side. Then he looked straight at Naruto. Naruto froze, eyes locked with his. The man's gaze was intense, unbreakable, and it spoke of passion, a fire deep within him. Naruto was overwhelmed with something that coursed through his body, something unexplainable, something brilliant but somehow frightening. Then the man spoke.

"Been through the mill, haven't you?"

His voice was not very deep, but it held a certain quality, a certain strength. He was sure of himself, held himself confident, almost superior, and this put Naruto instinctively on the offensive. Despite all he'd gone through lately, he never backed down to anybody.

"Who are you to ask?" Naruto said. "It's none of your business what a complete stranger's life is."

"It's not exactly a secret. I can see every bone in your body. I can tell you're not the type who would willingly be reduced to what you are now."

"And what about you?" he retorted before the other could continue. "A janitor? Don't kid me. You'd be more suited to sitting in the head office of a fifty-story corporate building." Not your typical insult, but then it wasn't really insults Naruto was aiming to throw.

"No, I'm not a janitor. I just jacked the props so I could get in here and make sure no one else does. What's your name?"

"Uzumaki Naruto," he said, carefully guarding his tone. "And who are you?"

He looked unwilling to say; but he'd asked first, after all, and out of courtesy he had to reply. "Uchiha Sasuke."

"Why exactly did you want to lock yourself in a bathroom, then, Sasuke?" asked Naruto, emphasizing his use of the other's first name.

Sasuke ignored the question. Or maybe he didn't. "I have a proposition for you, Naruto."

"And what's that?"

"You give me what I want, I give you what you want."

"Oh yeah? What do you want, and how do you know what I want?"

"You want what everyone wants. You need it. You need money, or else you're not going to last the month."

Naruto narrowed his eyes in suspicion. People didn't just come up to you and offer money. He may not have been the best at reading social situations, but he did know that society did not work that way. "So what do you want?"

"I also want what everyone wants." When Naruto raised an eyebrow at this – after all, who would trade money for money? – Sasuke continued. "I want sexual gratification."

Naruto's eyes widened and he tensed instantly. "What? No—"

But he was cut off by Sasuke pushing him roughly against the wall of the bathroom. He coughed at the impact, then struggled, trying to free himself, but Sasuke had him pinned with one leg between his and one thin but surprisingly strong hand holding Naruto's wrists above his head. Naruto froze as a cold blade pressed against the underside of his chin.

"You give me what I want, I give you what you want," he breathed into Naruto's ear. "I've seen you pass through this mall a few times. You're what I want, Naruto."

"N-no," Naruto choked, still feebly attempting to twist out of Sasuke's hold, but it was impossible – he was weak from lack of food and rest, and his emotional state wasn't exactly healthy either. He'd lost the optimism he'd had; he was losing the will to fight. He stopped moving completely when the blade pressed closer to his skin. "No… Please, don't…"

"Shh," said Sasuke quietly, soothingly. "It's okay. I promise I won't hurt you if you cooperate." The pressure at his neck alleviated slightly. Sasuke shifted his leg to press between Naruto's thighs. Naruto breathed in sharply, trying to fight the rush of hormones that threatened to cave his defence. Sasuke's fingers loosened their grip slightly to become more gentle. "In fact, you might even enjoy it."

Naruto felt his eyes flutter closed. His remaining senses brought him the thick, husky smell of the other man, the feeling of a stronger body pressing against his own, and the sound of slow, steady breathing in his ear. "…How much?"

"As much as you need. I'll give you my bank card and PIN. All I want is your body, this one time." The blade pulled back; he heard it clatter to the floor a safe distance away.

It was tempting. An easy fix to his mess of a life, and all he had to do was… let himself be fucked by a man.

"I'm not gay," he protested.

"Neither am I. This isn't about preference. This isn't an emotional commitment. I just want to fuck you once."

The words sent a shiver down Naruto's spine. He could feel Sasuke's cock growing harder against his leg, and – to his surprise – his own erection slowly pressing against Sasuke. Could he do it? Was it worth selling his body for this? Hell, was he even worth that much?

"No," he said, though the word sounded thin and weak in his ears. "Stop."

"Actions speak louder than words, Naruto," breathed Sasuke. He pressed his hips against the other's, and Naruto gasped. "Your body is screaming at me to take you now."

Naruto shook his head, but Sasuke ignored him and slowly licked the shell of his ear. His head tipped back as lips closed over his earlobe and teeth gently tugged at it. He felt a hand work at his belt. Sasuke worked his fingers to tease Naruto, dropping the gentlest of touches against his hardening member through his pants. He felt his belt finally loosen and his pants and boxers fell to the ground. He inhaled sharply when the cold air of the bathroom hit his erection, but any adverse effects were instantly negated at the touch of Sasuke's hand.

Naruto didn't even realize what Sasuke had been doing until the cold tiled floor was pressed against his back, Sasuke sitting on Naruto's stomach to hold him down. Sasuke removed his uniform. He was thin, not as thin as Naruto in his weakened state, but for him it was natural and graceful. He unzipped Naruto's shirt and took that off him, leaving it under him, then used his uniform to tie Naruto's wrists above his head. He trailed his fingers down Naruto's body, deliberately ghosting over his nipples, feeling the visible ribs.

"It would seem you've stopped protesting," he murmured.

At these words Naruto made another weak attempt, but it was no use with most of Sasuke's weight on him. "Please, stop. I don't want this."

"You do, Naruto." Naruto shivered at the way Sasuke said his name. "You can't deny your lust."

Sasuke reached past Naruto's head into the pocket of his uniform, pulling out a small bottle of lube. He flipped the cap open and squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingers before setting the bottle aside. Then he shifted down to sit between Naruto's legs. Naruto's mind screamed at him to move, to run away, screw clothes, screw Sasuke, screw money screw his job screw everything, he just had to get away. But his body wouldn't move. It was as though the hormones coursing through his body had turned into a tranquilizer, freezing him in place. The very prone position he was in, legs sprawled out on either side of Sasuke, only added to the heat in his body.

He tensed when a finger brushed his entrance, suddenly alert again. "Don't touch me," he snapped. He knew, both instinctively and consciously, that nothing was ever supposed to go in there.

"Relax, Naruto. It'll hurt a lot more if you're not relaxed."

"Hell if I can relax when someone's trying to rape me!"

Naruto had hoped that his words would shock some sense into Sasuke, but they had no effect – Sasuke had no remorse. He began to press into Naruto, gently moving his finger. When Naruto still didn't let up, Sasuke took his erection in his other hand. Naruto's head fell back as he let out a breathy moan. Sasuke managed to push his finger in a little before Naruto came to himself again and his muscles tightened harshly around it.

"Get out!" he shouted, voice cracking in panic. He thrashed, trying to pull himself away, but ended up pushing himself farther onto Sasuke's finger. Sasuke curled it just at that moment, and the resulting sensation set Naruto crying out in unwanted pleasure.

"It feels good, doesn't it? When I press right here," he said, pressing Naruto's prostate again.

"Ahh—" Naruto bit his lip, trying to stifle his voice, but he broke through the skin, tasting blood, and it didn't help anyway. Never before had he felt such pleasure; never before had he felt such pain – and he knew in his body that there was never one without the other, that neither could ever be so intense on its own. Sasuke's finger retreated briefly before returning alongside another one, and they began to stretch him. "Nngh – stop that, it hurts," he whimpered. "You said you wouldn't – you wouldn't… hurt…"

But his words were fading along with the pain as the sensitive bundle of nerves was stroked again. Sasuke's other hand was still gently pumping Naruto's cock, now leaking precum. He added a third finger, pushing in and out, and when he felt no more resistance from Naruto, he removed them.

Sitting back, Sasuke squeezed more lube onto his hand and began to slick his member. "Mm… Naruto…" he moaned as he stroked himself, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. Naruto felt his stomach turn as his name was said again in that husky tone. He didn't know if he was going to cum or be sick. Sasuke positioned himself at Naruto's entrance and pressed the head of his cock to it.

"You're tensing up again," he breathed. "It'll take a lot more relaxing for this part. Take a deep breath. Relax."

Sasuke took Naruto's member in his hand and Naruto's mouth in his lips, and distracted him while he pushed inward. It was impossible for the combined sensations of Sasuke's agile fingers and Sasuke's talented tongue and Sasuke's intoxicating taste to take Naruto's mind completely off of what was happening – painfully – elsewhere, but somehow he felt it would be much worse without them. He groaned and wriggled, and then he felt Sasuke's hips pressed against his.

"Shit… relax, Naruto," he muttered, voice thick, breathing laboured. "We'll both be hurt if you don't relax."

Naruto would have quite liked to hurt Sasuke, but his own pain was almost unbearable; so he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to loosen his hold on the intrusion. When Sasuke had a bit of give, he ground against Naruto, growling breathily in his ear, until he brushed his prostate again. Naruto gave a small cry at the feeling, his muscles reflexively opening up, relaxing into a much more comfortable grip.

Sasuke hitched up Naruto's legs over his shoulders and bent him almost double, kissing him again as he slowly began to thrust. Naruto whimpered into his mouth, his body trembling, but Sasuke only sped up. Naruto's teeth clamped down on Sasuke's neck when a particularly hard thrust slammed dead-on into his sweet spot, and Sasuke grunted ferally. He reached between them to pump Naruto's cock in time with his thrusts. He felt Naruto pulsing under him before Naruto came with a shout that echoed around the bathroom, thick white liquid splattering across their chests. His muscles spasmed, clenching erratically, sending Sasuke over the edge as well, sucking him dry as he orgasmed, moaning. Naruto lost consciousness before Sasuke had even pulled out.