Kisame shut the office down behind him and walked to the front door. He opened it to see Pein, Kakazu, and Hidan. "Come on in, then," he said. They all walked inside, and he closed the door. "I'm assuming you want to see the runt."
Pein stared at Kisame for a blankly for a few seconds. "Where is he?" he said. Kisame gestured towards his office and led them to it. He opened it and let the three other men walk inside.
Itachi was still on top of the desk with his hands tied behind his back and his mouth taped shut. He was sobbing hysterically, trying to get his hands lose. Pein walked up to him and ripped off the tape. He spit out the gag and stared tearfully up at the orange-haired man.
Pein grabbed his chin and forced him to move his head around. "He's fucking adorable," Hidan said with a laugh.
"You could let me sell him," Kakazu suggested. "For all the trouble Fugaku has given us, it might be worth it."
"Please, I just want to go home," Itachi pleaded. "I'll get him to back off the Akatsuki investigations; he'd do it!"
Pein tightened his grip. "Shut the fuck up, kid. You don't speak unless you're asked," he said. Itachi swallowed and continued to stare up at him tearfully.
"He's a fucking handful is what he is," Kisame muttered. "Fucking kid my ass! He cracked my window trying to escape."
"Shit, Kisame. But me and you both know the little shit would be dead if he was pissing you off too much," Hidan said. "It looks like you're fucking the fight right outta him."
Pein released his grasp on Itachi. "Nah, I know Itachi. He's feisty as hell," he said. "If he wasn't a terrible judge of character, it might have actually been a challenge getting my hands on him."
Itachi was mortified that all of these men were talking about him like he wasn't there. "I want you to keep sending Fugaku Uchiha videos. Tell him that he'll only be kept alive if he stops all interference," Pein said.
"Do you think that will work?" Kisame said. "This could end up being a large incentive to interfere with things."
"Yes, I do. Don't kill him unless I tell you to. Fuck, beat, and whatever the hell else you want to do; just don't finish him off," Pein said. He left the room with Hidan, Kakazu, and Kisame.
Itachi shifted around to where he could open one of the drawers. He dug around until he found what he was looking for: scissors. He cut at the rope the best he could until one of his hands was free. He took off the rest of the rope frantically and tossed it aside. Gingerly, he put a foot on the ground to test if he could move it. He stifled a cry and tried the other one. He found that it could hold his weight but only barely. He limped over to the door and shut it quietly.
Itachi looked around and got behind the desk. He forced himself to push it in front of the door quickly before his capturers noticed the door being shut. The pressure from the bandages was helping with the pain, but only a little. It was still excruciating. He pulled on his underwear before hurrying over to the window. It wasn't nailed shut, so he opened it and got both of his feet out before hearing a fist punching the door and cussing afterwards. He limped towards a house, hoping that he would make it in time.
And he almost did. Itachi felt a hand cover his mouth, and an arm wrapped against his waist. He struggled but was dragged to the back door of the house. He felt hot tears running down his face in frustration as Kisame threw him on the ground and shut the door. "After I broke, well, half-broke your ankles for your stunt earlier, you really tried to escape again? And I fucking thought you were smart!" Kisame said, running his hands through his hair in aggravation.
Hidan laughed loudly. "Gave you the fucking slip after the five minutes you have your back turned! I'm glad it's you babysitting and not me. I'd kill the little bastard," he said.
Kisame sighed and crouched down in front of Itachi. "Well? Did you really think you'd get away from me? I told you you're never leaving," he said.
"You can threaten and hurt me all you want," Itachi said quietly, avoiding his gaze. "But you know as well as I do that you can't keep me locked up forever. Dad will find me. He won't stop looking. I can think of things right off the bat that you did wrong and will end up making things easier for the police."
Kisame chuckled before punching Itachi in the mouth. The younger man wiped the blood from his mouth with his forearm. "You really need to watch that mouth of your's, you cocky brat," he said. Itachi only glared at him icily before looking down at the ground.
"Kisame, we're leaving. I'm sure you'll take care of things on your end," Pein said. Kisame stood back up and nodded.
"I will," Kisame said. He had an unnatural smile on his face, and Itachi thought back to all the times that he had seen him smile. How had he been so stupid to be fooled like he had? He was unnerved and terrified as to what the older man would do to him for his earlier escape, but he didn't regret trying.
As Kisame heard the front door shut, he hooked his arms under Itachi and lifted him up in his arms. "Don't misunderstand. I'm going to beat the shit out of you, but you haven't eaten since yesterday. You heard the man; can't kill you yet," he said. He took Itachi into his kitchen and sat him in a chair.
Itachi hadn't thought much about how hungry he was, but since Kisame mentioned it, he noticed how hungry he was. He stared down at his hands, not having the nerve to look at his professor. "No smart ass remarks?" Kisame said. He opened a can of soup, poured it in a bowl, and put it in the microwave.
"Why would I want to make you angrier?" Itachi mumbled. Kisame poured a glass of juice and slid it over to him.
"See, I knew you were bright. Who knows what you would've accomplished if you would've had the chance," Kisame said. "A smart, rich kid like you? There's nothing your father couldn't buy you, huh?" The microwave beeped, and he pulled out the bowl of soup. He put it in front of Itachi.
"It's not like that," Itachi said. He took a sip of the juice and shivered. He didn't really care that he was practically naked, but he wished that Kisame wouldn't have ripped his shirt and pants. Kisame tapped his fingers as he watched Itachi eat his soup and drink the juice.
"Would you have rather me taken your brother?" Kisame asked curiously.
Itachi downed the rest of the broth before answering. "Sasuke is a black belt in karate. You couldn't have touched him without having a connection with him," he said. "You would be sitting in jail beaten if you had tried to take him."
Kisame snorted. "And what about you?" he said.
Itachi finished the fruit juice. "I don't have the stamina for it. I chose piano instead," he said.
Kisame picked up Itachi again and walked down to the basement. "Piano, huh?" he said. He placed Itachi on the dirty mattress. "So, where should I start?" he said, cracking his fingers.
.:Fugaku:.
Fugaku was at work when another email beeped. He called Kakashi into his office before hitting the play button on the attached video. His son was on the ground when the man broke both of his ankles. Even though he was normally stoic, he felt tears falling down his cheeks as he heard his oldest boy's screams and begging.
He wiped away any tears and read the email.
Your son is being difficult. If you stop interfering with our organization, I won't have to kill him. It would be shame for me to have to snap his pretty little neck.
"Chief, we're going to find him. You know that there's no way he disappeared without anyone noticing him," he said.
"I'm going to get this son of a bitch," Fugaku said. His eyes were glowing with anger.
.:Itachi:.
Itachi couldn't move from the position he was in on the ground. He was in a lot of pain, so he didn't move a single muscle. His lip was busted, his nose was bleeding, his cheek was bruised, and he could tell he was going to develop a black eye. He couldn't tell if he had a fractured rib, but it hurt when he breathed in. His ankles were broken for sure along with one of his wrists and one of his leg bones.
Kisame had truly beaten him until he couldn't move as he had said he would. He barely looked up at the man who he would have loved to be around until the last few days. He let out a small whine as Kisame took ahold his hips and flipped him onto his back.
"Have you learned your lesson, then?" Kisame asked. Itachi put his uninjured him over his eyes and didn't fight when Kisame removed his underwear and opened his legs up. "Well?"
"I'm sorry, Professor," Itachi whispered. "I-I'm your's." He said what the older man wanted to hear. He didn't want to be beaten anymore; he didn't know if he would survive it. He removed his hand from over his eyes and sat up enough to peck Kisame's lips submissively.
Kisame's hands trailed over his student possessively. "That's right. You are mine," he said. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out before pushing into him.
Itachi's face screwed up in pain, and his eyes teared up. Kisame pulled out his phone and took a picture before continuing to push in and out of him. He took ahold of Itachi's half-erect member and pumped it. The younger man let out a moan and his back arched up towards him. It didn't take long for both of them to finish.
Itachi's cheeks were flushed. This was the second time Kisame had forced him to cum, and in a lot of ways, it was worse than just being in pain. It made him feel like a slut; he felt ashamed. Kisame stood and grabbed him by his hair to make him sit up. "Clean me," he ordered.
Itachi looked up at him through his eyelashes. "I-I've never…I don't know what to do," he said. Kisame chuckled and explained the basics to him. He followed the basic instructions and tried to appease the older man.
Kisame pulled away from him after a few minutes. He hooked an arm under his knees and arms and carried him over to the bed. He laid him down before taking out his phone and snapping another picture. "You're not going anywhere, are you?" he said.
"No," Itachi whispered. He let out a small, pained gasp as he exhaled.
Kisame only grinned ear to ear and ran a hand through Itachi's hair. "I'll bathe you in a little while. Get some rest," he said.