A/N: Oh. My. God.
I'm not sure I should be doing this... It's 2:18 in the morning, I haven't read this through more than two times, my eyes are closing and oh-my-god-why-am-i-publishing-this?
So yeah, I've never published anything before, if you people don't count some stories I made when I was 8 and when I thought that my stories are kick-asses. They were horrible.
I wrote this in like... 45 minutes, there are probably 1,000 mistakes in it, it's probably corny and all, but it's my first story, so please be gentle !
Summary: I forgot to say out loud how beautiful you really are to me
I cannot be without, you're my perfect little punching back
Disclaimer: I own nothing, if I would, this wouldn't be fanfiction. Duh.
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Kick. Hit. Grin.
He's lying in the ground, crying, begging me to stop. I'll just kick harder.
I win, I win like I always do. Naruto is smaller than me, he doesn't wanna hurt me; I know that and I always laugh at the naïvety of him, his urge to keep me safe even though he isn't when he's with me. Naruto still thinks that I don't mean any of the things I do. Every time I hit him, kick him, tie him down and rape him, hurt him - in the night I'll hear him repeating how I don't mean it, how I don't wanna hurt him, how I do love him.
And I feel like laughing my heart out, because those are the moments I know clearly that I own him. He's mine, and I'll never be his, and in the end I'll be the one with a smile on my face. I have the advantage, I have the power, I am the heaven he reaches toward, heaven that'll crush him and make him cry.
Maybe I didn't mean any of the things I did. Maybe I did. Naruto's mine, he knows he is, and he can't do anything about it. I'm his God.
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Bite. Hit. Push.
I lick the blood off of his lower lip, I feel how he moves in sync with my body, how his naked body shivers when I pitilessly thrust myself in him, mine. He cries quietly, and I smile - I'm not sadistic, I just want him to know that he's mine, that I own every single cell in his body, that I own the relationship between us.
"I don't need you."
"Yes he does, yes he does", I hear his whispers and quietly I admit, that maybe I don't; but dominance is like a drug, and I don't have to tell Naruto that I care. He knows or he doesn't, it really doesn't matter.
"Whore."
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And when he lies on the floor, his body covered in dark bruises, I think about how stunning he looks; how I've marked him, and how nobody'll steal that body from me. Naruto.
"You're beautiful."
But I won't ever say it to him. Never. I can think about it, I can whisper it to the silent room, but when he's awake, I'll insult and kick and hurt, because that's all I can do to keep everything like it is.
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To me it's love. Love towards the delicious body of his, love towards the dominance, love towards his whispers in the dark room and his pleading voice, begging me to stop, begging me to love him.
To him it's torture. It's torture, and I'll keep loving him with all I've got.
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"You don't need me. You don't love me. You make me ugly."
I won so many battles. I was the one who abused him, he was the one handling all of it; in everyone's eyes he was weak and I was powerful, but even though he lost so many fights, he won the war.
I screamed, screamed to the empty house that I used to control, I screamed to the house that Naruto had left behind. He broke me, broke us, broke the power I had over him, showed me that he had always been the stronger one.
I had never been able to let go - my addiction to power had led to addiction to Naruto, I had always went to him, trying to prove that I'm not weak, that no one could crush me.
I insulted him, hurted him, tortured him.
And he broke me.