A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

Ryota hung out in his room for a while longer before leaving, figuring that Hidan wouldn't try to attack him. . . possibly. He walked into the kitchen to see Sora on the ground, still. He forwned slightly and crossed his arms, looking down at him. "Are you sure you're alive?" he asked, coming back to what he had asked last time he was in the kitchen. He shrugged before Sora answered and grabbed his wrists on impulse, an idea popping into his head. He wanted to see how he would react. He dragged him away from the wall and started towards his room backwards, trying to tow him along.

Sora flinched upon skin contact and wished he could have put up a better fight than just weakly trying to pull him arms closer to his body. He hadn't expected this, nor was he prepared for it. Already naturally rising to a state of panic (because of last night's 'adventure' <and he hated himself for calling it an adventure> he wasn't up for this). Trying to pull his arms away was pathetic if that was all he could manage, and even that wasn't working or visible. "What are you doing?" he asked, attempting to push the fear from his voice.

Dragging Sora backwards wasn't too difficult, since he wasn't putting up too much of a fight, and he wasn't that heavy in the first place. He laughed at the question, able to hear his fear, which just made him want to laugh more, but he didn't. "What do you think? I'm obviously going to figure out why somebody would want to rape you. . . maybe try it out myself" he made up, biting his lip to keep from laughing. He was just planning on tormenting him a bit before letting him go, seeing what would happen.

Under normal circumstances and a regular state of mind and body Sora wouldn't have cared, or he wouldn't have even let himself get dragged off in the first place since he wouldn't have been lying half conscious in the kitchen on the floor. But due to events of the previous night he was not in a regular state of mind and body, therefore Ryota saying he'd rape him sent him into a cold sweat and to attempt to struggle. Though it wore him out and he struggled enough where he could force himself to pass out from exhaustion, he still struggled. He wished he could lift his head up to bite the arms that grabbed him, but his head didn't go so far on its own when he couldn't make his body go with it.

Ryota laughed at the pathetic attempts to struggle, dragging him back to his room easily and kicking the door closed. "You know this hs really warped your mind. A few days ago you almost killed me, and now you can't even stop yourself from being raped?" he taunted, picking him up easily and throwing him onto the bed, looking around for some rope quickly. He could see that he was already freaking out, so this wouldn't last too long until he had done enough mental damage.

Sora bit back from whimpering, stupid flashbacks rushing back to his head of the night it had happened. He didn't know what to do, and even if logic told him nothing would happen, his physiological state was slightly cracked from what had happened, so ignoring logic and his own trying to calm himself down, he panicked. His hand instinctively groped for a knife, or a weapon, anything on him. He didn't care if he was just being delusional and making the situation seem worse than it was, he still didn't want this.

Ryota found some rope on the floor and looked down at Sora, grinning. He wasn't going to be in a good state after this. It was going to be awesome. He didn't care if he was going to get in shit for it. . . the redhead wasn't a member of Akatsuki, so the only ones who could actually get mad were Sasori and Nami, although that would be pretty scary if either of them decided to spazz at him. He grabbed Sora's wrists and started to tie them together, working slowly to see how much his victim could fight.

Same thing had happened last night, though they'd used the guys belt. Sora could actually fight back then, but morbid curiosity from his drunken state had led him to hold back on killing the guy. Besides, whether or not the man had been drunk or not, he'd been able to avoid Sora's attacks and pin him down. Sora didn't really know what to do. He remembered what happened after this, but he wasn't sure how to stop it. He was too weak to fight back, and merely pulling his arms back wasn't enough. He refused to cry or beg, but taking it strongly and boldly wasn't what he was capable of right now.

Ryota looked down at him, having no idea what to do now. He bit his lip breifly before smirking again and sitting on the bed next to him, leaning over Sora. He had to keep up his little act, even though he had no idea what he was doing. He wasn't actually going to do anything creepy to him, since it would probably scare him just as much as the redhead, but he would pretend. . . sorta. He puthis face close to the other's, smirking still. "So, how long do you think it'll take until you're begging for me to stop?" he asked, holding back a laugh. He was doing as much as he could without actually touching him first.

Sora moved back away from him, shielding himself by closing his eyes. No shield whatsoever, but it kind of made him feel safer. Even though he wasn't in any danger at all, and he also made nothing better by closing his eyes so he couldn't see this non-danger. "Don't touch me!" he muttered, voice escalating gradually, due to the sense of rising danger (no danger, technically, still). He couldn't fight back and he would have been shaking too much even if he could.

Ryota bit back another laugh as Sora tried to move away, and then closed his eyes. "Alot of good that's gonna do you" he whispered, grabbing his hair in one hand so that he couldn't move. He bit back more laughter as the redhead told him not to touch him, but he ignored the request, using his other hand to have the mouth lick his cheek. He didn't want his actual mouth to have to do that, so his hand-mouth would have to. Sora wouldn't know the difference anyways, since his eyes were closed. "Now are you going to be a good boy and keep quiet?" he asked, laughing.

"I'm not a screamer and I'm not Tobi," Sora said, along with another half whimper of "Don't touch me." The wet lick to his face made his body tremble and shiver from fear and mild anxiety. "I'll kill you for this, just wait," he said, though he doubted his mind would be stable enough to do this any time soon. He had planned for revenge at one point, but then he hadn't actually known who the person who raped him was. He could very well track to kill a guy whom he hadn't any clue looked like. He wasn't going to be stable soon enough to get revenge and restore what he was supposed to be.

Ryota raised an eyebrow, poking him in the stomach lightly. "Are you sure about that? I'm pretty sure you're going to be screaming after this" he smirked, wondering how much he was getting to Sora. From the way he was trembling he quessed alot. He straddled the younger man's waist, looking down at him and trying not to laugh, still. Sora should have used his common sense. Like he would rape anybody. Especially another guy. The blonde didn't even know if he was bi or straight, but he was prety sure he was bi. "So are you going to be good and not scream, or am I going to have to punish you?" he asked, the hand-mouth licking his neck now.

His body gave a start at the tongue licking such a sensitive spot, and when he jumped, all he managed to do was shift the position slightly and the weight Ryota put on him. Sora thrashed about as much as he could, just wanting to be free from the bonds and to run. He couldn't really run in the state he was in, but he wanted to. Or hide. Hiding worked just as well.

Ryota did his best to keep Sora still, one hand twisted in his hair to keep it down, and the other pressing down on his chest, plus his body weight on his hips. If somebody walked in on this, it would be extremely awkward. "Hmm, if you don't stay still I might have topunish you as well" he said quietly, hoping that would cover the laughter in his voice, but his amusement was clear. He moved the hand on the redhead's chest to his neck again, liking the reaction he had gotten from that. it was quite funny to watch him squirm.

He was pinned down and basically immobilized, so he didn't really know what more he could do to fight back. Lying there and taking it totally wasn't an option, but he was exhausted and unable to do much else anyway. He didn't have weapons on him, and he was restrained from using any if he had any in the first place. Lying down like a dog was really all he could do and hope it ended soon enough. Curling up as best as he could, he remained still, hoping maybe Ryota would get bored and leave him be.

Ryota grinned as Sora tried his best to curl up, but he remained still for now, probably traumatized already. "Much better. Now sit back and enjoy" he said, laughing. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing exactly how to proceed. For one, he'd never had sex, and then from what he did know, there wasn't exactly much he could do without actually DOING anything. He reached his hand up Sora's shirt, pushing it up to bunch up under his arms, running a hand along his chest, watching his face for some sort of reaction, wondering if he could get much more.

If Sora's heart rate could go any faster it would have as Ryota touched him. With his shirt pushed up to his arms, chest exposed, Sora would have had a panic attack if he probably wasn't having one already. He was practically a deer in the spot light of a car, just standing there watching the car coming for him. He held still, paralyzed by fear, shaking as he squirmed slightly for a way out.

Ryota inwardly cringed himself as the mouth on his hand licked and nipped at Sora's chest, against his will. He didn't exactly want to go that far, but his hand apparently had other plans. It was a bit creepy for him as well, but deffinitly not as much as it was for Sora. He used one hand to undo Sora's pants, planning on stopping in a minute or so, almost done with his tormenting.

Sora tried to curl up more so he could reduce all the touching as much as he could, though with Ryota sitting on him it was pretty hard to move or curl up or anything. If he had his hands available he'd be trying to push Ryota off, but as they were tied up at the time he couldn't put up any resistance. He twisted his upper half of his body, even if it was far more uncomfortable with his lower half pinned. If he wasn't facing the one who was touching him, it wouldn't be entirely.....as bad....right?

Ryota laughed as Sora tried to twist around, not looking at him. He wasn;t going to bother holding back his laughter this time. "Not looking at me isn't going to do anything, you know" he informed the redhead. He pushed Sora's pants down a bit, shifting his weight so he could get them down farther, but leaving his boxers on. As much as he was having fun tormenting him, he didn't need to see what was under that.

((Someone could walk in on them if you wanted, 'cause I'm not sure how much more you could scare Sora ^^; Poor thing))

"Not looking at you helps more than you realize," Sora muttered, quivering. In the night he'd been able to see his attacker's face, and he'd been able to read his intentions through his eyes. Not looking helped dull the terror very slightly as to what would happen. If he didn't know, just guessed, it wasn't as bad, sort of.

((XD i was actually planning on that))

Ryota raised an eyebrow, wondering how that would work, but he didn't dwell on it much. Knowing him he wouldn't figure it out anyways. He paused for a moment, having no idea what else to do, when the door opened, and his head snapped around to see Hidan standing in the doorway, eyes widening when he saw the two of them. He grinned widely before he started to laugh, bent double. "S-sorry, I'll l-leave you two alooone" he choked out, managing to get back out the door, his laughter echoing through the base.
"DAMNIT HIDAN! YOU BASTARD!! I WAS TRYING TO SCARE HIM!" he yelled, jumping off of the redhead and running out of the room, going to stop Hidan before he spread it around that he was trying to rape Sora.

Sora's head lifted up when he heard it. At first he didn't believe it because maybe he was hallucinating again, but then when the weight was lifted off of him and disappeared completely, Sora didn't think it was quite the illusion anymore. Hidan could have at least saved him or something if Ryota had really been trying to rape him. Sora made a note to hopefully recall later on to hurt the stupid albino. He was still tied up and he didn't want to be here when Ryota came back. Squirming, he managed to throw himself off of the bed. Then there was the matter of actually standing up without hands. It wasn't entirely difficult, or it shouldn't have been, but with the condition of his body it made it almost impossible. When he staggered up, hands bound and junk, he limped out of the room, not caring if his pants were undone still. He'd find a way to get his hands unbound.

Ryota chased Hidan down the hallway, not needing him to scream it to the base. "DAMNIT HIDAN!! FUCKIN' STOP!! I'M NOT GAY!!" he yelled, lunging at him and manging to slam into the albino's legs, knocking him over.
"Yeah, yeah, sure you're not blondie!" he laughed, kicking the blonde in the face and getting up again, running again, leaving Ryota on the ground cursing. He was going to have to reverse this whole thing. . . though would everyone believe Hidan anyways? He hated Sora, as everybody should know.