This story will contain violence, gore and rape.
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Blood was splashed on every wall, no longer in a gray stone but red and moving as the blood ran off or grew cold and stuck, a naked heap on the floor shivered as it lay in a fetus position, just as much of dry blood on white pale skin as the walls, muffled raven dark hair hid his eyes and just the sight of it was enough for his sharingan to activate in a flash before disappearing again. A chakra-disturbance in the region of the mouth awoke Itachi's morbidly inquisitive mind, despite the repulsive picture and folded in a neat way on the instrument-table next to various torture-devices lay a black head-protector with the familiar Konoha leaf engraved on it.
"What has happened to him?" He asked, tenderly stepping closer to see where the ninja's wounds actually were located.
"Leader decided to have a go with him." Kisame said behind him, mirth in his voice as Itachi leaned down and moved the hair from the others eyes. The only reaction he got was a pathetic moan and a very small jerk, the captured shinobi's eyes pressed tightly shut. That explained it.
"And why was I required here?" He figured that it couldn't be to torture their prisoner, considering what he had found. Kisame chuckled, obviously finding the situation humorous.
"He's not talking." He almost raised an eyebrow at this. "Leader broke him but I guess he got bored, so now it's your job." Itachi blinked down passively at the ninja, taking in all he could, trying to map out every secret of the body beneath him. Somehow he felt strange being so near this damaged body and he felt some kind of knot in his stomach.
He could guess the age by looking at the slenderness of the pale one, too slim to be fully an adult and too bulky and long to be still a child. A teen, seventeen or so, he didn't think any younger but older would be pushing it. With unexplained gentleness he grabbed a hold of the shinobi's chin and forced his mouth open, curious of what he had noticed with his sharingan before. He let his fingers drag over the others teeth and he felt face muscles twitch and realized that if the man had had any strength in him at the moment he would probably have been bitten by now. Disregarding this, Itachi forced his mouth open wider and saw a dark seal at the back of the tongue going down into his throat, reminding him of a sipper. He felt Kisame's eyes on his back and he tilted his head towards the other.
"His tongue is sealed." He said levelly. "He can't reveal anything."
"Oh... that explains it!" Said Kisame gleefully, apparently not caring whatsoever about this. Obviously none had expected the shinobi to have any information which they truly needed. "Well. What are we going to do then?" Kisame asked nonchalant as if the question had been no less innocent then a 'how was your day' or 'what'd you have for lunch'. Itachi decided that silence was the best approach for this.
Ignoring Kisame, Itachi was amazed over the very fact that the ninja were still alive, although in shock, but since only shinobi of great importance to their cities were sealed in such a way that suggested a high amount of valuable information, should it fall into enemy-hands, to not be revealed even under torture, perhaps he underestimated the prisoners strength. Kisame disturbed his musing with a chuckle that made even him uneasy and the shark-man snapped his fingers. "I guess that means you have to look after him then. Nothing else to do."
"What?" Itachi turned slowly, staring at his partner coldly. "Why?" He demanded, eyes narrowed.
"He's from your country." Came the swift reply together with a sharp-toothed grin. "Leader does not wish him dead so he must be taken care of. And I sure as hell wont so that leaves you." Kisame grinned once again at Itachi's passive stare. "His name's Sai. Have fun." And with that the blue-skinned man left, leaving Itachi alone with the broken body on the floor.
For a moment all he did was stare, wondering if he really should take care of the ninja or just leave him there on the floor. He would have to speak with Leader-sama about it.
Unknowingly to him, his hand traced down from the others face to his shoulder and as it came to rest a shudder went through his body, shocking him and forcing him to look down carefully. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, blinking owlishly down at the dark hair. But the pale skin, so cold that it could compete with ice brought him out of his musing and at the touch of Itachi's hand the shinobi finally started to show real signs of life, actually moving away from the safe fetus position he was in and with surprising speed managed to wrap himself around Itachi's body, probably reflexively, his mind having no idea what his body was actually doing, just seeking the warmth and comfort of another body. Itachi's body.
Facing a situation he did not know how to properly respond to, Itachi lifted the light body, deciding that he would wait with his final decision and for now just make sure the prisoner did not die. Whatever Leaders plan for their guest was, the Uchiha was positively certain it did not involve leaving the shinobi in the cell with torture-devices that would be perfect weaponry in any skilled ninjas hands.
His feet did not stir the silence as they fell against the stone floor on his way to the higher levels of their lair, the only thing revealing their position the shallow breathing of the Konoha-ninja in his arms, cradled to his chest. As expected he ran into no-one, most of his fellow Akatsuki-members on missions and those there minding their own business, never truly meeting the other teams.
Discreetly Itachi looked down at the form in his arms, finding it fairly attractive for a male, the dried blood and the fresh liquid that was still oozing out of a deep gash in his abdomen somehow just heightening his appeal, narrow waist and soft breast replaced by stronger, slender muscles that gave a feline-appearance and Itachi pictured every movement from this man as perfect grace.
He reached his chambers, the door sliding open easily and for a moment he stood, trying to decide if he should dump the man on his clean bed or in the bathtub, realizing that the blood would transfer to his sheets and mattress, but in order to clean the wounds at the man's stomach the bed would be the more tactical choice. Almost sighing he crossed the room and placed the body in his bed. Finding what he needed to clean the cuts in the bathroom he set to work, going in a surgical fashion that could only be mustered by skilled shinobi and only out-ranked by medics.
A soft moan made Itachi aware that the man was conscious for the first time and his gaze was met with a dead stare from black eyes carrying no emotion whatsoever in them, making Itachi wonder what Leader had actually done to him. As the captured man slowly became more and more aware of his surroundings Itachi saw those cold eyes travel over the room searching for the best way of escape. Since there was no windows in his chamber the door quickly became the main focus in the ninjas mind. Calmly Itachi rose, turning his back towards the man and walked over to the door, locking it swiftly and taking the key with him as he went towards the bathroom. At the feel of an intense stare Itachi stopped with his hand on the doorknob towards the ninja, giving him a level stare of his own. Surprisingly, the prisoner showed no signs of fear at this, his black eyes the thing that got to Itachi the most.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked slowly, taking in all he could of the strangely feminine body. The man tilted his head to the side and pushed himself into sitting position, a grimace of pain on his face as black hair fell and shadowed his eyes. There was a moment of silence where the younger seemed to try and determine what would be the best approach to his current situation.
"Uchiha Itachi, missing-nin of S-rank." The answer was clinical, without any fear and Itachi took one step closer towards the other.
"And if you know all this, are you foolishly brave or just an idiot?" He demanded to know coldly.
"I do not fear without reason." Said the other as he contradicted his own words by creeping up higher on the bed away from Itachi. Itachi just looked at him for a moment.
"You should not move. I have yet to bandage your wounds, they could start bleeding." He said, looking down to said wounds and the reaction when the other realized he was naked was so peculiar that Itachi would have started laughing had not the calm small movement to grab a bedcover to hide pale skin made small tickles of blood to start running down the stomach again. Itachi observed the trail unpleased by its very presence and he turned his back against it, hoping that if he failed to see it somehow its existence should stop annoy him so. It did not so with a sigh Itachi glanced back at the young man who continued to observe him passively.
"You remind me of someone." Itachi told him after a moments consideration with narrowed eyes.
"Who, Sasuke?" Said the ninja unimpressed. "Yes, Naruto did comment on our similarity once. It seems as I could be taken for a brother of yours." His voice was cold, dead, fitting for a face so lifeless as this one. Itachi was slightly surprised, he had naught thought this man, Sai, was it Kisame said? to have known Sasuke. He looked older than his little brother, by a year at least and even though Itachi knew it was impossible he refused to even complete the sentence in his own head that the young man could be the one he looked exactly alike. No need to bring up old wounds, especially in front of an enemy.
"You know my little brother?" He asked instead, turning towards Sai whose face suddenly changed, a brief flash of an emotion across that stone-chilled face.
"Fleetingly, yes. I'm nothing like him." Itachi calmly raised an eyebrow, the only indication of his surprise at this. "I would never sell out my lands secrets for personal gain." Said Sai in a dark tone.
"I'm aware," Itachi said stepping closer, captivated by this man. Sai's hooded gaze guarded his every move. The blind trust he had previously displayed towards Itachi in the prison-cell as he had clung on to him stark naked seemed to slowly disappear and be replaced by suspicion. Which was good, a ninja shouldn't be so willing to trust a person that without difficulty could walk in and out from his cage but despite this did Sai's guard nothing but irk Itachi in ways he till that moment had never experienced. "You have a seal that prevents you from doing so." The shinobi's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of his sealed tongue but other than that he showed no signs of wonder at Itachi's so... intimate knowledge.
"Even without it," Sai said, turning his face in defiance. Itachi could almost feel the growing difference in Sai getting greater, this man, practically a boy, was not the man he'd been only moments before at the stone floor of the lower levels, so either Leader-sama had failed somehow to truly break him, which Itachi greatly doubted if the amount of blood his boss had extracted from Sai was anything to go by, or this man was excellent at rebuilding his inner torn down walls at great speed which Itachi was sure he was witnessing right this very moment. Well, Konoha ninjas were nothing if not stubborn, just take that knuckle-headed Jinchuuriki and his own little brother for example. Still, the lads growing attitude could become a problem later on, should it continue. He would have to take action before it got out of his hands. "I would never betray my friends like that." Here Sai took a disdainful look over Itachi's Akatsuki cloak and smiled more disturbingly then Itachi had ever seen before. "Certainly not only so I could kill you." He ended sweetly, the very tone of his voice just dripping with sugar. Itachi was inwardly stunned over the amount of strange feeling that had surfaced in him during this half an hour. Suddenly he stood before of the other, the large black pools of Sai's eyes blinking in surprise as Itachi smirked besides himself and leaned down so his lips were inches away from Sai's neck. The body beneath him stilled, paralyzed in something akin to terror and Itachi found that this reaction pleased him. He let out a breath, moistening the pale skin under him before he spoke.
"Yes, you would." Itachi watched pleased as goose bumps appeared on the others neck and he inhaled the scent of Sai, wishing he could smell his fear. "An episode like the one before and you would tell us everything we asked of you, were it not for this seal." Itachi gently touched Sai's delicate mouth, noticing how its bow was crafted in a usually unseen manor of perfection in a male. Sai caught his whimper before it reached Itachi but the Uchiha was all-knowing and smiled pointedly as he drew back from that inviting neck to tell more. "And after that, should you have been able to escape you would have sought all the power you could gain only to get revenge or to make sure you were never put in such a position again." Sai's lips parted as he blinked up to his captor. "Given the right motivation people can do anything." Itachi allowed himself to smirk, finding the words a parody of something his sensei had told him once as a genin. Sai's eyes widened so little that Itachi would have missed it if he hadn't been studying the others face carefully and had been any other then who he was as Sai considered this and as they narrowed again Itachi knew Sai had understood what he meant.
"Suppose that makes me weak then?" Sai asked, devoided of emotion. Itachi turned away, back to what he should have been doing before starting this conversation with this Sai, starting a shower to clean his sticky body free of his blood and he shrugged.
"No. Just human. That's why Leader-sama is so efficient; humans can't stand too much pain before breaking." He left the bathroom door open just so that Sai could see him and refrain from doing something stupid. He figured that the threat of him constantly being able to see Sai as well would make the man more docile. "And, to get back to the subject, no, I wasn't thinking of Sasuke." A quick glance over his shoulder gave him the satisfaction to see a surprised expression cross Sai's face. Sai said no more but continued to observe his back, no doubt trying to come up with strategies to save himself. Knowing the perimeter Itachi knew that there was no way he would escape without help, no matter how strong a ninja he was and no-one would come, not only because their hideout was very secretive but also, if there was a rescue-party on the search, they probably had given up by now, Itachi wasn't aware really how long Sai had been in Leaders care but he knew that it would have taken rather long time for him to finish the torture and the Hokage had more important things for her anbu to do then to search for someone in the hands of the Akatsuki that could not even reveal anything to them if he wanted to. Itachi had a feeling Sai also had come to this conclusion, save the part where he would be unable to flee. "I doubt that anyone is coming for you." Itachi told him anyways, casually without the intention of being cruel, just sharing facts.
"Naruto will." Said Sai just as casually. Itachi smirked, thinking that he'd finally met an equal at passiveness.
"Will he now?" He just said, adjusting the warmth of the falling water. Sai didn't dignify him with a response. "Ain't he busy searching for my little brother?" Behind him he heard Sai move around slightly on the sheets. "Isn't that 'his way of a ninja'? To never go back on his word and to never give up?" Itachi said calmly. "No matter if the ones it concerns does naught wish to be brought back and has made his choice? Pretty sadistic isn't it?"
Sai fell silent and if he agreed or not Itachi didn't learn but he ignored the lack of response, not really caring either way what the younger man thought. "The water is warm." He said, looking over his shoulder, seeing Sai furrow his eyebrows and bite his lip. An electric shock went through him then and he stared longer then he had to, making Sai tilt his head as well. The beauty of the white porcelain skin, the dark raven hair and the black swirling eyes put him in a trance-like state and he moved without noticing, his feet almost not even touching the floor to stand in front of the man, studying everything about him, from the cheekbones to the chin, from the eyebrows to the eyelashes, extremely long, how was that? and onwards, filing away everything he saw in neat files in his mind. And then he lifted Sai, swung him over his shoulder and walked to the bathroom calmly. Sai gasped at the sudden movement, in either surprise or pain, possibly both, but his struggle was only half-hearted, probably being too tired to actually fight his best.
The covers fell to the floor but no attention was paid to it as they entered the bathroom, and the naked state Sai was left Itachi feeling... giddy. He entered the room mutely, Sai's slightly raised puffs of air seemed so loud to him at that time and after a moments consideration Itachi put the boy down on the floor and immediately the boy's legs gave way, making him fall to the floor in a heap.
Sai groaned and carefully pushed himself up into sitting position, bringing him unintentionally close to Itachi's hip. The boy blinked his black pools for eyes in confusion as Itachi copied him and blinked down before shrugging and slowly shredding his clothes. Sai spoke nothing, just looked up at him as he let his cloak fall and started slipping out of his shirt. After a moment he decided to get out of the net-shirt under as well and wearing only his trousers he leaned down and picked Sai up again, stepping into the shower with him. Sai hissed as the water fell over him and pressed his eyes shut, a throated moan ripping from his mouth and his nails dug into Itachi's bare arms.
Somewhat fascinated Itachi observed him, letting him use his body as a claw-board as the boy tried to control his breathing and adjust to the burning pain the water bought. He as indeed remarkable at that moment, his black hair wet and lying at his face, a slight hint of pink over his white cheeks due to the pain and his full lips slightly parted. Edible, went through his mind.
Sai's head lolled to the side to rest against his chest, the boy whining slightly in pain, his eyes closing and if it was the water playing tricks on Itachi or not, he felt his skin tingling at the sensation. Itachi stepped further into the water beam, soaking him thoroughly. His breathing grew slightly heavier at each new face Sai made and his hand shook when he reached for the soap and started to wash the prisoner's skin.
Again the boy hissed and started squirming to get away, digging his nails into Itachi's muscles, making the older male close his eyes in an irritated bliss. Why was he affected by the shinobi's touch like this? He took a tighter hold on the boy and his resolve fell.
A pained whimper escaped Sai as he pushed the boy against the wall, the water only falling over him now, leaving Sai out in the cold air. Sai opened his eyes confused and lidded with pain, giving him a look that shook through Itachi through and through.
He smashed their lips together, trapping Sai's sounds and silencing them by forcing his tongue into the others mouth. Sai shook his head but it made nothing against Itachi's brute force. He had to have him, he craved him like nothing before and he let Sai's legs drop, hearing how they hit the wall and immediately he pressed closer to make sure he wouldn't get away. Arching his back, he was able to rid him of his pants, pushing the wet clothing down with some trouble, still kissing the other. Sai struggled and managed to get his hand up, slapping Itachi since his body simply were too drained for anything else. Itachi got hard in an instant close to the fighting youth and ignoring the slap he hoisted Sai up, forcing his legs around his own waist. It was a passion he couldn't silence any other way and he kissed the boy without any actual thought entering his head. Sai tried to push him off meekly and Itachi pushed himself closer not caring of his struggle. Eagerly he started to move his hand down the boy's body, feeling his slender muscles shift right under his skin and under his palm's ministrations. Slowly he came to the buttocks, squeezing one and rubbing his manhood against the boy and he probed around his entrance as he waited for something, a reaction, anything, a small gasp from the boy, a stir that started to rise the lads own erection but Sai gave him nothing, his body feeling like dead-weight to hold up and his tongue and lips unresponsive. Getting irritated by this Itachi shoved in his finger to the knuckle, both his lust and his aggravation forcing him to give up his original plan of stretching him well enough and he would have liked a cry at this, an indication that the raven-haired felt him but Sai only whimpered ever so lowly into his mouth and Itachi pulled away, looking at his face.
Sai's eyes were half closed and his lips were parted deliciously but there lay a mask over him that no matter the probing Itachi did he couldn't rid and he pulled out his finger, snarling and angry at the ninja. His eyes bled red and he forced Sai down on his shaft without any more preparation. Sai's head turned to the sky and he bit his teeth together and Itachi moaned and let his fall to rest at the boy's shoulder. He was so incredibly tight it was marvellous dwelling his cock inside of him and for a moment he saw stars in front of his eyes as bright as supernova's – and then he started to move, having already wasting enough time. A moan ripped his throat and he nibbled at Sai's skin, by now having completely forgotten his previous annoyment at the boy. The speed was fast, just right and eventually Sai couldn't hold back the little mewling sounds of pain and since the first one they drove Itachi to thrust harder, change angle, do everything in his power to get another one.
The water fell on, the running sound of it mixing perfectly with the echoes of skin slapping against skin and Itachi's repeated moaning. He couldn't get the satisfaction of stroking the boy's hard shaft and he craved it, which is why he kept tugging it to get it hard but all in vain. The boy convulsed and he exploded, sinking his teeth deep into the boy's shoulder and gripping the boy's penis hard. He knew he'd get another chance to feel it hard.
Next time he'd take his time, his hunger satiated for now as he had fucked the boy to start bleeding again, both from the old wounds as well as a new. He slipped out of him, Sai wincing at the action and he pulled him into the beam of water once again. The boy hissed but Itachi felt it unnecessary to use the soap again and only let the water run by him before stepping out with him. Sai's legs had slipped off Itachi's hip somewhere along the line and Itachi was now left to drag around with a doll-like body, making him frown ever so slightly before he swung the boy up into his arms bride-style again and he pulled out a towel the best that he could, at least making sure it was lying over Sai as he walked out in the bedroom again. Stepping over to the bed he lay the pale boy down and dried his front, getting no contact what so ever with Sai, either verbally or just eye contact. Silently he started to clean the wounds and finally bandage them. Whatever Sai was doing seemed like nothing, or possibly, remotely, like praying.
Such nonsense, as if shinobi's believed in God.
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