WARNING: There is a rape scene at the end of the chapter. There will be a lot of those kinds of scenes throughout this fanfiction.
Itachi Uchiha was exceedingly normal. In fact, he probably would never be picked out of a crowd. While he was very handsome, he didn't want to stand out. He only wanted to provide for his family and to live a fairly simple life. He had been told that he was a cold person and that he just didn't seem relatable. He didn't have a problem with it. While he was a little lonely, there was a few things that people didn't know about him that wasn't normal.
The biggest one was that he was that he had a huge crush on Kisame Hoshigaki. He just knew it. The man was so handsome, charismatic, and most importantly, kind. He was too shy to approach Kisame. He wished that he had the nerve to approach him, but he just didn't. So, he did the next best thing. He watched. He admired him from afar. He didn't overdo it; he didn't want to creep the man out. The best part of his day was when he went to Professor Hoshigaki's class, and he didn't want to make things awkward. He hoped that the crush would eventually die out.
Well, today was about to change everything for him. Little did he know, Kisame had taken notice and was watching him from afar as well. The supposed kind man had pulled together everything he could possibly find out about the younger man. Itachi was quiet, lived with his parents and brother, and there was something about him that drew Kisame into him. Itachi was an easy target.
Kisame was a thirty-year-old professor at the University of Konoha. Itachi Uchiha was a nineteen-year-old student at the university. It was the start of his first semester that he had first laid eyes on the professor during a class that he attended. Kisame had been kind to him and chatted with him before the class started; he had even asked how his first few classes had been. It may not have seemed liked a huge deal, but Itachi had never had a real connection with anyone. After his cousin Shisui's suicide, his parents had kept him close and away from others his age; afraid that he would be corrupted and do the same despicable act.
Itachi was gathering his things up when Kisame walked up to him after most of the other students had left. "Itachi, how has your day been?" he asked.
Itachi's pale cheeks flushed a shade darker. "Oh, it's been fine. Pretty normal, actually. Has your's been nice, Professor?" he said.
"Busy, actually. Would you mind helping me take a few things to my car? I hate to ask, but I have a huge load to carry. If you're busy, don't worry about it," Kisame said, playing his cards right. He already knew that the younger man was never busy after this time.
Itachi put his backpack on and nodded. "I don't mind, Professor. I'd be glad to help," he said politely. On the inside, he was giddy that his Professor had asked him to help out of all the other students he could have asked.
"Great!" Kisame said. He led the younger man up to his desk where four medium sized boxes sat. They weren't huge, but they were large enough to give the man an excuse to get Itachi near his car. He handed Itachi two of the boxes and took two of them himself. They both walked out of the building to his car, a blue 2015 Alfa Romeo 4C.
Itachi put the boxes in the trunk of the car. He looked up at the sky as he felt a raindrop hit his cheek. The rain started to trickle down harder as Kisame shut his trunk. "It's raining, huh. Do you drive?" he said. He already knew the answer: no; his father always picked him up several hours after class.
"Oh, no. My dad will be here in a few hours after work," Itachi said.
Kisame smiled at him. "It's raining. Would you like me to give you a ride home? It's really no trouble," he said.
Itachi shifted nervously. For some reason, this gave him a bad feeling. "I couldn't impose. I'm sure you're busy," he said.
Kisame shook his head. "It's really no problem. I don't mind," he said. Itachi finally accepted the offer and stepped into his car on the passenger side. He buckled up as Kisame did the same. "I need to make a quick stop at my house to drop off those boxes. I would do it later, but I need to go to the store afterwards."
"Okay," Itachi said. He was feeling nervous, and his mother's words about never getting into a car with a stranger was floating through his mind. He tried to push away the warning; this was his professor; Kisame wouldn't hurt him.
It was a short fifteen-minute drive to Kisame's house. It was a nice house in a suburban neighborhood. Nothing seemed off or strange about it. They didn't talk very much throughout the drive other than short comments about the weather. Itachi picked up two of the boxes and hurried up to the house with his professor. The short walk up to the door left both men soaked due to the downpour. When they stepped inside, they sat the boxes down on the kitchen table. "I'm going to go grab a towel, and then I'll take you home," Kisame said.
Itachi only nodded as Kisame left up the stairs to go get a towel. He heard shuffling in a nearby closet door. He turned his head towards it. "Professor, do you have a pet?" he said loudly. He heard a meow, and he opened the door to let the cat out of the closet. He stared in shock at what he seen.
The closet was built like a shrine. There were dozens of developed pictures of himself along with pictures of his house and family. His heart started racing as he took a few shocked steps backwards. His instincts kicked in, and he hurried to the front door. "Itachi?" Kisame said as he came down the stairs.
Itachi turned his head and glanced at him, fear evident on his face as he quickly fumbled with the door locks. Kisame looked over at the open closet and let out a sigh. "You weren't meant to see that. It's impolite to snoop in someone's home," he said. Just as Itachi was about to yank open the door and run, Kisame grabbed his wrist in a painful grip.
"Professor, I won't say anything. Please, I just want to go home," Itachi said, tears threatening to spill.
Kisame pulled the younger man close and used the towel to wipe the water from his face, neck, and hair. "If you would have behaved, I would have taken you home. However, you decided to be rude," he chided.
Itachi struggled to get out of his grasp, but Kisame was significantly larger and stronger than him. "I'm sorry. Please, I didn't mean to! I just heard your cat," he said as the tears finally spilled down his cheeks.
Kisame tossed the towel aside and pushed Itachi towards the basement door. "Go on," he said. Itachi looked back at him and shook his head.
"No!" Itachi said, trying to dodge past him. Kisame frowned before backhanding him, sending him down to the floor. He started to crawl away. He felt a hand grab his ankle and drag him backwards. He furiously kicked out, trying to free himself.
Kisame flipped him onto his back and straddled him, pinning his arms down by above his head. "Itachi, you're not leaving. Not until I decide to let you leave in a box, in any case," he said. Itachi didn't say anything; he was only crying in fear. "I like that. Keep crying; it turns me on," Kisame said. He bent his head down and licked the tears off his cheeks.
Itachi let out a whimper. "Please, Professor, I-I'll be good. My father would pay plenty to get me back safe. I-I don't want to die yet," he stammered.
"I don't want money. I only want you. I'm not going to kill you just yet…unless you make me," Kisame said with a chuckle. He smiled as if everything was normal.
"Why?" Itachi said, looking up into Kisame's eyes.
Kisame tilted his head to the side. "You were an easy target. No friends, no obstacles. You're young and naïve. Your cute little crush made it even easier to get you here," he said matter-of-factly.
"My father is chief of police. He'll find me," Itachi said.
"He will find you. When I'm finished with you, I'll send you to him piece by piece," Kisame said. He let go of Itachi's arms and put his hands on either side of his face. "I'm going to tear every bit of the innocence right out of you," he said. He bent his head down and kissed him. He brutalized the untouched lips and left them swollen and bruised. "Is this what you imagined?"
Itachi brought his hand up and touched his lips. He had never been kissed before. He had never even had a partner before; his parents had always sheltered him. He wiped away the tears with the back of his hands as he shook his head from side to side. "Professor, please," he pleaded.
Kisame's hand trailed down Itachi's abdomen teasingly. "You're not the first to beg. I would fuck you right now, but…" His hands reached under Itachi's ass. He squeezed his ass before reaching in his back pocket and pulling out his phone. "I didn't lie earlier. I have to go to the store." He turned the phone off before breaking it in two.
Itachi was pulled to his feet as Kisame stood up. The larger man pushed him towards the basement door and forced him to descend the stairs. There wasn't much down there other than a washer and dryer along with a bed oddly placed by one of the walls. Kisame had a painful grip on his wrist, and he was shoved on the bed.
Kisame already had rope near the bed. He used it to tie his hands to the headboard. "Professor, please don't do this! I-if you let me go, I swear I'll never tell! I'll even drop your class if you want me to!" Itachi pled. He was absolutely terrified of what Kisame was going to do to him.
"Keep crying and pleading, and I won't have a choice but to fuck you before I leave," Kisame said. Itachi opened then closed his mouth, not wanting to give the man a reason to hurt him any sooner. "I'll be back in a few hours. Be good, Itachi. I suppose you don't have another choice, though, do you?" He grinned before ascending the stairs and shutting the door.
Itachi was having a panic attack. No one knew where he was, or that his professor was a complete and utter crazy person. He had gotten into the car of a stranger, so honestly, he felt a lot of the blame lay on himself. His parents would be so worried, and his brother would be freaking out later. He imagined his kind-hearted mother crying and wondering where her son had went off to. He imagined his father looking for him all night before giving in and going to ask his coworkers for help. It made him sad to think that he might never see his family again, and he wished that he hadn't been so stupid.
Several hours passed, and Itachi had fallen asleep. He woke up when he heard Kisame walking down the steps with a few bags in his hands. He set the bags by the washer before walking over to his captive. "Were you a good boy, then? I still have to punish you for snooping, don't I?" he said. He untied Itachi's wrists.
"Don't touch me!" Itachi said. He struggled as Kisame sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him over his knees. "What are you doing? Stop!" he said.
Kisame pulled his student's pants and briefs down, letting them fall to his ankles. "I'm going to punish you real good, Itachi. Then, I'm going to fuck you until you can't move," he said cheerfully. Itachi's face and ears turned completely red. Kisame landed the first smack, causing Itachi to let out a loud yelp.
Itachi hadn't been spanked since he was a child. He knew this wasn't the same as when his father had punished him for misbehaving. No, this was all about hurting him and making him submit. Kisame didn't stop until his captive was sobbing and sniffling; half from embarrassment and half from the actual punishment. "There! Did you learn your lesson?" he said.
Kisame took one of his fingers and, without warning, pushed it into Itachi's entrance. Itachi let out another choked sob; he couldn't get any words out. The older man pinned one of his student's arms behind his back so he wouldn't be able to move as he forced another finger into him. Itachi's back arched as he tried to get away from the unwanted intrusion.
"I knew it. You are a virgin, then. This is going to hurt like hell, Itachi. I'm not going to be gentle with you," Kisame said. He was stretching the muscle out to allow room for himself. The younger man's muscles were trying desperately to push out his fingers, but he only forced another finger inside.
"Stop! It hurts," Itachi said between his sobbing. "You're hurting me! Please don't do this, please!" To Itachi's surprise, the fingers were pulled out. He was stood up onto his legs.
"Does it? Poor Itachi Uchiha," Kisame said teasingly. He stood up and pushed Itachi onto the bed on his back. He ripped off his student's shirt, exposing his unmarred, milky white stomach. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall down. His hard cock was sprung up, and he bent Itachi's legs in a way that his entrance was exposed to him. "Oh, wait!" he said. He bent and grabbed his phone; he started recording. He pushed inside with one quick and forceful movement.
Itachi couldn't think due to the pain. He trembled and screamed. He felt like he was being ripped into pieces. He swallowed and shook his head from side to side. "You want to say hi to your daddy, Itachi? Tell him how you've been a bad boy and needed to be punished," Kisame said.
When Itachi didn't say anything, Kisame choked him until he was on the verge of passing out. "Talk to your daddy, Itachi!" he demanded as he let go.
Itachi coughed desperately as air filled his lungs again. "H-hi Dad," he stammered. He cried out as Kisame exited and slammed back into his entrance. He could feel the blood pooling under him, soaking the mattress.
"Tell him what I'm doing to you and what I'm going to do with you," Kisame demanded. Itachi looked up at him pleadingly. Kisame gave him a threatening look.
"H-he is f-fucking me," Itachi said. The vulgar word seemed wrong as it came out of his lips. "He said that he's going to s-send me to you piece by piece."
Kisame grinned before stopping the recording. He continued to slam into the younger man until he finally spilled his seed inside him. He pulled out of him and tied his wrists back to the headboard. Itachi was shaking and sobbing. "I'll be nice and let you rest while I grade those papers," he said, running a hand through his student's silky black hair.