Here's chapter nine! HUZZAH!!! :D
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kishimoto's characters~!!
PAIRINGS: MadaXIta, KisaXMada, yadayadayadaaaaa~
WARNING: Rape! OMG. RAPE! O-O And of course, yaoi. xD
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Chapter Nine: Not A Sound
I woke up with another splitting headache. My arms were horribly sore from being tied up behind my back for so long. Everything was black, the blindfold still in place over my eyes. I'm guessing Kisame didn't want to see what kind of nightmares I could put him through with Mangekyo... I was beginning to feel a little sicker. And the idea of Kisame even touching me was not helping at all. I tried to take calm, even breathes, but nothing was working.
I could hear Kisame's footsteps from far away. I frowned. Was he planning on doing something to me right away? Well, either way, I was not giving him the pleasure of making any sounds. I silently vowed to myself to refuse any sounds... It shouldn't be that hard, right? Then again... I've never been under someone. Not... Officially.... Exactly... I cringed.
The door from across the room, at least I think I was in a room, opened, and slammed shut loudly. I could hear Kisame's thunderous steps come closer.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting, Madara. I had to go buy some things..." Kisame's tired voice sighed as the sound of a sack hitting the ground followed. I narrowed my eyes behind the blindfold. Things, he says? That's down right disgusting... I lowered my head, listening to him shuffle around. It's too bad I couldn't see a thing... It was extremely frustrating.
"You know, you only have on way out," Kisame was saying as he seemed to be throwing something on the floor, possibly clothing, "You could give Itachi to me, and I could let you go without ever mentioning this incident again."
"Bite me!" I snapped angrily. He's a fool! I wouldn't give Itachi up if it meant my death! Itachi was mine! I heard a bitter chuckle.
"Don't you think I'd take care of him?"
"If you're resorting to using this low of an action to get your first fuck, then no! Itachi doesn't like you anyway, Kisame! I don't see how anyone could!"
SMACK!
I didn't make a sound, although, I was extremely shocked. I hadn't expected to be struck across the face so quickly. My head was ringing loudly, my headache turning into a horrible migraine. Kisame sounded upset now that I hadn't made a sound.
"Huh... Well, let's see how long you can keep your act up when you have something shoved up your tight little ass." He grumbled. I felt his meaty hand grip the front of my shirt, hoisting me up against the wall behind me. I flinched when his free hand untied the wire ruthlessly. My hands were much too sore for me to even shove him. His other hand took a hold of my wrist, pushing it up by my head. He didn't move that fat hand from around my sore, cut wrist.
I listened to his breath quicken. He was probably getting off on just looking at me... What a psycho. God, after this, I promise never to rape or take someone unwillingly ever again. Truly, I stand by this word.
I felt Kisame's lips grazing my neck, his hot breath sending sharp, unwanted jolts up and down my spine. This was making me angry. He was really taking his time. I rather this just get over fast and, hopefully, painless. Kisame let fat, wet tongue slid over my neck. I started to tilt my head away from his tongue, but his other hand quickly caught the side of my head.
I kept my mouth shut, still. I refused to give him the pleasure of hearing me. The only thing he'd ever get out of me was a nice fat punch in the face... Or maybe I could tear his eyes out with a fucking spoon and make him eat-
Ow! I forced the yelp down my throat when Kisame's teeth sank into my throat. His razor-blade teeth missed a vital spot just barely. Was he TRYING to kill me?!
No... He wouldn't. Kisame only wants a fuck toy since nobody would ever love a freak like him... God, it was so hard to keep my attention diverted from the painful nibbles. Che, more like chomps. His teeth sliced through my skin every so often, as if he were teasing me.
His hand still kept my wrist pinned to the wall behind me. His other hand had long since left my head to rest on my hip. Just his hand was heavy! I swear, this guy weighted way more than I did. His thumb began to massage its way toward my inner thigh.
It was extremely uncomfortable now. As my mind told me, NONONONO a hundred times over. However, my body had completely different ideas as I felt the blood rush down, down, down...
God. This was horribly degrading. It's probably what he wanted. To lower my confidence and force me to think there's no way out... That I should either give myself up, or Itachi... I wasn't doing either of those things. No way in-
Aah, that hurt... I tried not to cringe when Kisame's hand squeezed the hard on between my legs. I tried to move again, but he simply smashed up against me. At first, I was thinking how could he get to my cock when my pants were on, but I had just discovered... My pants had been long gone. I hadn't even noticed.
Boy, I'm pretty observant, aren't I? But, can you blame me? Sitting in a really cold room, waiting to be raped by the ugliest shark that ever walked planet Earth sure distracts you. Just a bit...
By now, Kisame's hand was wondering back to his prize and it was making me even hotter. My body felt extremely warm and wet... With perspiration, not any body fluids. Not yet... I really would rather have my shirt off. No, in fact, I rather not be in this situation, damn it! I had to do something!
No, because that's what he expects! He probably wants me to struggle and lose control over keeping any sounds held back. He wants me to moan and scream. He wants me to try and get away so he can find an opening, literally, and plunge. Ugh, he was such a sick little fish and I was going to make sushi out of him when I got out of here!
"Na-" I cut myself off quickly, my eyes widening behind the blindfold. I was such a fool! I could hear Kisame smirk in my face. I had been so concentrated on my plans to kill him that I lost control of keeping my unnecessary vocals at bay. Damn! It was like I had to concentrate on everything he was doing to me!
This was going to be harder than I thought...
xxx (Kisame's POV) xxx
I smirked as I watched Madara's mind battle ensue. I had just heard him make a very pleasing sound. Not quite a gasp, but not quite a moan. Somewhere in between. I saw him bit his lip a few times too. He was obviously trying to stay quiet. Che, let's see him stay quiet now... I lunged in, surprising him by pushing my tongue into his mouth. He didn't seem to know what to do now.
I let my tongue wonder his saliva-coated cavern, letting my tongue roll over his confused one. He seemed so aggravated and I was so enjoying it. He really was in a pickle, even for being one of the greatest shinobi in history... He was nothing, but a pathetic, weak-
"Fuck!" I roared in pain, reeling back and releasing his thigh to cover my mouth. I felt the metallic flavor of blood flood into my mouth. I spat it out at his shirt, groaning.
He bit me! He fucking bit my tongue!! I glared at the blindfolded Uchiha. Oh, forget taking my time! I was going to take him right NOW! I easily caught his ass, pulling him up roughly. He growled, but I ignored him. I positioned myself and-
xxx (Madara's POV) xxx
I couldn't believe I held in the sound that threatening to tear out my throat. I felt as if I were being torn in half! My migraine got worse and so did the heat that coated my body in a film of sweat. Kisame's thick organ slammed right up into me, unprepared. I wasn't warned and I probably shouldn't be surprised, but...
Goddamn, it hurt! I could barely think of anything to compare this pain to! I had a scream that wedged its way into my throat, but I kept choking it down. Unfortunately, the only sounds escaping were short, choked back hiccup-like sounds. It was horribly shameful, but it was better than letting out a scream like a...
"Uck..." I cringed, squeezing my eyes shut behind the blindfold as Kisame pushed in deeper, hitting the very sacred and private bundle of nerves placed neatly in Kisame's path. He slammed in, again and again and again- Ohhh, I really couldn't think of any more torture worse than this. My body was aching and my hips were starting to feel weak. Like they were being ruthlessly slammed into by a hammer.
I needed something, anything to distract me...
Itachi...
xxx (Kisame's POV) xxx
I watched in pure ecstasy as Madara released pitiful choked sounds. They couldn't be called much... Possibly a hiccup sort of sound, like he was having trouble keeping all those beautiful sounds stuck in that delicious little throat of his. I had to apply more pressure. Literally.
I pushed my cock further, hitting his prostate again and again. Each time, the same sound was released and, honestly, it was beginning to make me angry.
"Ck... Uck..." Madara was gritting his teeth now, the red stream of color across his face darkening. I needed something else.
A scream.
A moan.
Anything other than the helpless choking sounds he was allowing. He truly was a very amusing, very powerful shinobi if he could contain those sounds during such a raw fuck.
His blood simply slid down his thighs and pooled around his feet. His erection stood proud and dripping with need. I smirked as I wrapped my thick fingers around his cock. I was earned a sharper choking sound.
"Nnck..." It sounded as if it was going to be a moan, but he knew just how to change it into a choke. I began to pump my hand around his erection, using my thumb to smear the precum on the slit. I watched his face contort into a look of pain. He was sweating profoundly, probably from the trouble of holding back any urges.
As much as I knew he hated me, I knew his body wanted it. Hell, his nice, hard cock told everything... I just found it so amusing how he was putting forth all his effort into trying to stay silent and displeasing. He really hated me...
It was getting boring, however. For a while, I continued these actions until my shaft tightened and I was sure I was about to cum. In fact, I did. I spurt the release of my hot seed within his bloody, beautiful confines. He gave a slight wince accompanied by a hiss of pain. I wasn't given the satisfaction of watching the cum spew from his slit.
Actually, I think all his efforts went to holding it in!
xxx (Madara's POV) xxx
Hot. REALLY REALLY hot! I felt like I was burning! On fire! Ugh, it hurt so badly that I just wanted to take a kunai and drive it into my head! Kisame's searing hot load stung the cuts, stung my ego. Stung everything. And my abused, still erect cock was extremely sore. I don't think I've ever held in a release. I didn't even think it was possible, for crying out loud!
I felt Kisame's hands leave me and I collapsed to the floor, my hands supporting me as well as my shaky knees. I was tempted to reach up and remove the blindfold, but I knew Kisame would just slip it back on. So what was the point? I listened to Kisame moving away, then moving back.
"I should take a shower, rinse the filth," Kisame was muttering, "You think you can keep up that pathetic act for long?"
No... No, in fact I don't think that at all. Kisame didn't need an answer. Instead, I felt him clamp something tight around my neck and wrists. I didn't even need to ask what it was. And I'm sure all you knew what had just been given to me as a prize for my actions. I heard Kisame moving away, closing a door. I took the first chance I got... And grasped my cock in my hands. I shivered at the feeling. I heard the shower water turn on and I began to pump my hand around my cock, panting and making as many noises as I could before Kisame got out.
I finally released with a long, pleased moan. I probably looked pathetic, sitting there all chained up and jacking off to get some release. I felt the sticky, gooey substance clinging to my legs, shirt, hand, and face. God... This was ridiculous and most definitely embarrassing. I panicked when I heard the shower water turn off. Shit, I needed to get rid of this mess and fast.
I blindly waved my hands about the floor to search for something, anything, to clean up. My hands rested one a pile of clothing, but it was just out of my reach. My fingertips touched them, but that was as far as the chains around my wrists and neck would allow me to go. I frantically pulled them up, ignoring that I probably didn't even know what it was, wiping at my face and the rest of the mess. I hurriedly, debated where I should throw the dirty clothes.
Hell, I'll guess. I tossed them somewhere randomly and moved back to my place, seated with my back to the wall. I listened silently for any sort of sound that told me Kisame was coming back. I heard a door, at last, followed by a sigh.
"Really, you disappoint me, Madara. Are you that much of a coward?" Kisame was muttering. I frowned.
"For what?" I demanded, offended by his coward comment. Kisame chuckled, his heavy footsteps moving past me. The musty, spicy smell wavering from his bulky form was enough to make me cough.
"A man can only handle so much stimulation. Just you wait, I'll make you cum."
"That's dirty, you psycho."
"Oh, so now I'm the psycho? Look at you. At least I don't commit incest." Kisame retorted. My face grew hot and my chest tightened. I gritted my teeth to force back any comments, but I guess I was too angry to hold back anything to such a rude and uncalled for insult!
"What do you know, you fucking ugly ass psycho?! It's not like you're normal either! You committed a criminal against beauty, you fuckface!" I yelled at him. I heard his footsteps moving at me and I quickly maneuvered to the right, hearing his body hit the wall. I smirked, but the victory was only short lived when he grabbed the tight, collar around my neck.
"That's it. If you're so perfect, show me how you can handle it a second time!"
Damn... Me and my big mouth...
xxx (Itachi's POV) xxx
I was getting lonely. I hadn't seen Madara since he left in the morning. I sat in the kitchen, listening to Hidan and Kakuzu argue in the other room. Something about cutting hairs in a bet.
I wonder where Madara had gone. I asked around, nobody seemed to know... It was making me uncomfortable to think Madara would leave me... Again... No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on other things, Madara kept grabbing all my attention...
Is this how he feels about me? Did he truly obsess over me as I am over him? It really wasn't a good thing... Madara was a good lover. No, he was great. Fantastic, more than that. However, he was too wonderful. He wanted to keep death off my case, but that just wasn't what I wanted. I really wished he'd let me think my own plans through...
Not to mention, Madara looked like he was ready to kill Deidara for what happened last night. Madara had a horribly bad temper and he usually liked to shoot off his mouth. I swear, it's going to get him in trouble one of these days...
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A/N: Now, I know what you're thinking... Okay, maybe I don't. xD I didn't want to get too out of hand, saying Madara was making all sorts of really... hot... sounds...
Madara: ... -glare-
Tsukuyomi: ... o-o; Because I sort of like to keep our little sexy Uchiha in character! Soooo, yes... BUT... I bet you all will enjoy the next chapter. T.T Poor Madara, is all I must say. :D Even though I am totally enjoying this! Check out my poll on my page, by the way too! Thanks for the reviews!
Madara: And your wonderful pleading for the torture. :C Totally pleases me! -sarcastic-
Tsukuyomi: ^^; Heyyy, don't worry. I'm sure things will turn out. ;D
Madara: They better or else you're in for a 72-hour world of pain!
Tsukuyomi: D: DAMN IT!
