When Itachi woke up, he immediately sat up in the bed and looked around. It took a moment for him to remember where he was, and when he did, he went to the bathroom and left to find his Uncle. He tiptoed down the hall until he heard two voices.
"Hashirama, stop. My nephew is here, and he'll wake up soon," Madara said. Itachi shuffled down the hall and knocked. "Speaking of whom… Itachi, come in."
Itachi stepped inside and his cheeks turned red. His uncle and the other man had obviously been messing around judging by his Uncle's messed up hair and flushed skin. "G-good morning," Itachi said.
Hashirama and Madara were both sat up on the edge of his uncle's bed. "Good morning. This is, ah, Hashirama. You'll see him around plenty, I'm sure," he said.
Hashirama's arm was slung around Madara's shoulders. "Nice to meet you. I'm Hashirama Senju. Wow, you look so much like your father, but you have your mother's eyes," he said.
Itachi tilted his head. "You know my Dad and Mom?" he said.
Hashirama laughed. "Of course. I've known Madara and Fugaku ever since we were kids. My younger brother works with your father," he said.
"Itachi, you can eat whatever you want in the kitchen. I'll be down soon, alright?" Madara said. As Itachi left down the hall, Madara turned back around to Hashirama. "Don't tell him too much. He's smart. I'd hate to have to kill my own nephew."
Hashirama scoffed. "It's not like you were planning on keeping him safe. Weren't you going to hand him back to Hoshigaki? He'd figure it out anyway," he said.
Madara shrugged. "Kisame knows not to kill him unless he wants to die. I don't mind giving him a chew toy as long as he follows orders. Plus, Fugaku is a pain in both our asses, so it's beneficial," he said.
"That's cold, Madara. Sacrificing your own nephew?" Hashirama kissed his jawline. "It really turns me on, you know." Madara smirked and flipped them so that he was straddling Hashirama.
After eating a bowl of cereal, Itachi was at a loss as to what he was going to do. He washed the bowl, dried it, and put it back up before he heard Madara and Hashirama coming down the hall. "Itachi, your father mentioned you were taking online classes. You can use my computer in the library until he sends over your things," Madara said.
Itachi ducked his head. "Thank you, Uncle," he said.
"What are you majoring in, kiddo?" Hashirama said.
"I'm majoring in Criminal Justice and Literature," Itachi said. "I've always wanted to be a detective like Kakashi-nii."
Madara and Hashirama shared a quick look. "You like working around criminals, huh?" Hashirama said.
Itachi's hand rested on his jawline where Kisame had punched him yesterday. "No. I just like seeing them behind prison bars where they can't hurt anyone," he said quietly. "E-excuse me, I have several tests to finish before the deadline tomorrow."
After Itachi left, Hashirama turned towards Madara and frowned. "He'd end up dead as a detective, wouldn't he?" he said.
"Well, he is very smart at putting things together and solving problems. Always has been. But from what my brother said, my nephew is so nervous that he can't even drive. So, I suppose you're right; he's an easy target," Madara said.
Several hours later, Itachi had finished all of the tests he was supposed to do. He looked at the time, and it was already noon. He stretched and stood up, as he walked down the hall. He heard his uncle and several other voices down the hall. He wondered if he should just leave him alone but decided to tell him that he was going to leave for a walk.
"Madara, it's dangerous having the kid here. What if he overhears us?" a voice said. Itachi narrowed his eyes and continued listening.
"Well, we just need to be careful then, don't we?" Madara said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "No, I'm going to take care of it. Kisame is owed his chew toy."
Itachi's stomach dropped. "The Akatsuki and Senju have important business to get to. Your brother is becoming a pain," one of them said. Itachi recognized the voice as Pein, the orange-haired man.
"Itachi is an easy way to get under his skin. It's why I suggested to take him when I found out he trusted Kisame," Madara said.
Itachi swallowed and backed away. His back bumped into something solid, and he turned his head. Hashirama was standing directly behind him; his earlier friendliness completely wiped from his face. The older man roughly grabbed his upper arm and pulled him into the office. "Madara, I found him standing outside. I believe he heard everything," Hashirama said.
Itachi's face had a look of horror on it as his uncle turned and looked at him. "Eavesdropping, Itachi? I've always thought my brother was much too lenient with you," Madara said.
"I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean to," Itachi said. "Uncle, I'm sorry!"
Itachi twisted around before kicking Hashirama in the shin, causing him to let go of his grip on his upper arm. He almost managed to escape out of the door, but Pein got him down on the ground in one quick move. Pein quickly tied his hands behind his back and his ankles together with rope that Madara tossed at him.
Itachi was lying in the floor tied up. "Uncle, please!" he begged.
"Kisame is on his way to pick you up. I really don't like brats, so this is for the best," Madara said.
Itachi felt tears falling down his cheeks from anger and betrayal. "What are you going to tell my Dad?! Don't you think he'll find it strange that I disappear right after I'm left with you?!" he said.
Madara gave him a thoughtful look. "I suppose I'll tell him you left to go on a walk and never came back," he said. "My darling nephew was followed all the way here and taken from right under my nose."
As if on cue, Kisame walked inside. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was…" He stared at Itachi. "Terrible."
Madara scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You're never on time. That's beside the point. I want you to take my nephew and stay at one of the bases. I don't give a fuck what you do to him, but if you kill him, I will kill you." He shrugged. "I don't hold any affection for him, but a dead hostage is a useless one."
Kisame grinned ear to ear. "As you told me over the phone," he said.
Kisame slung his ex-student over his shoulder. He was about to leave. "Oh, and Kisame? Don't lose him again, or I'll have someone else keep him," he said, his eyes flashing dangerously. Kisame only nodded before leaving with Itachi over his shoulder.
When Kisame had carried all the way to his car, he bent him over the seat. "You really fucking pissed me off. I'm not going to fuck you right here, but I brought something special for the one-and-a-half-hour ride," he said.
Itachi swallowed nervously, but he didn't say anything. He didn't know what he could say. Kisame opened the door hatch and pulled out gloves, a bottle of some kind of oil, and a large butt plug. His face turned red and looked the other way.
Kisame put the gloves on and pulled down his captive's pants and underwear. He poured the oil all over the toy and used the excess to rub over Itachi's entrance. Almost immediately, Itachi yelped and tried to pull away from him. "It's peppermint oil. It's going to fucking burn the whole ride and until I decide to clean it off of you," Kisame said. He pressed the slicked-up toy against his entrance and pushed it all the way in. He then rubbed some of the oil on Itachi's member, especially on the tip.
Kisame removed the gloves and pulled up Itachi's clothing back onto his hips. He sat him in the passenger seat and buckled him in. Itachi squirmed and cried, trying to relieve the burning. As Kisame started his car, he chuckled at the pain on his captive's face. "Maybe I should have done this sooner, hm?" he teased.
"It burns," Itachi said. He felt tears falling down his face. Kisame leaned over and kissed his cheek, almost in a caring way.
"Good. Learn your lesson and be a good slut for me when we get there," Kisame said. He pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street then onto the highway. Itachi kept squirming for the first thirty minutes. The burning had dulled down to a minor sting, but he still wanted it out of him.
"How did you get out of all those charges?" Itachi suddenly asked. He wanted to take his mind off of the pain.
Kisame took one hand off the steering wheel and rubbed Itachi's inner thigh. "Obviously the judge and jury was paid off, 'Tachi," he said. "Of course, it didn't take the public much convincing to think you were just an indecisive slut. The media really did their job on you, didn't they?"
"I'm not a slut," Itachi said quietly. He let out a whimper as Kisame's hand slipped into his sweatpants and cupped his privates.
"You are a slut. You're my slut," Kisame said. He began pumping Itachi's cock, causing the younger man to let out a whiney moan.
"I-I'm not," Itachi argued, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt himself hardening under Kisame's touching, and he mentally cursed his body for submitting to the man who had been in his nightmares for two months now.
"Your body knows who it belongs to," Kisame said. He kept going until his captive came inside his pants. "See, would someone who isn't a slut cum in his pants like that? You are a slut, Itachi."
Itachi's cheeks lit up with shame. He just sobbed and looked away. He felt disgusting. He felt humiliated. Kisame lifted his hand to Itachi's mouth. "Clean it," he ordered. "If you don't do as I say, I'm going to have to hurt you."
Itachi obeyed and sucked on his fingers, cleaning them. He wanted to throw up, but he didn't want Kisame to hurt him like he had two months ago. "Good boy," Kisame cooed. He put his hand back on the steering wheel.
After another hour, Kisame pulled into a secluded farm. There was nothing around except for a farm house and a herd of cows in the fields. He pulled into the driveway by the house and parked his car. He got out of his car and walked to the other side. He unbuckled Itachi and picked him up before walking into the house. He took him to one of the bedrooms and threw him on the bed.
Itachi shifted his hips. "P-please. It still burns," he said as his cheeks turned crimson. Kisame turned him over onto his stomach.
"Does it burn?" Kisame said. He pulled down Itachi's pants and underwear. He slapped his ass a few times.
"P-please! It really burns," Itachi said. Kisame took the handle and began to pound it in and out of him.
"What lesson did you learn?" Kisame asked.
The burning was beginning to pick up its intensity again. "I-I'll be good. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Itachi said. He cried at the burning and his legs were trembling. Kisame smirked and continued to fuck him with it for a few seconds before pulling it out.
Kisame left for a moment and came back with a towel, water, and Dawn's Dish Soap. He slipped the towel under Itachi before wetting his hand and putting soap on two of the fingers. He pushed the fingers into Itachi's entrance and began to clean the oils from him. When he finished, he flipped him over and cleaned the oils from his penis as well as the now dried semen from earlier. Kisame dried him off with the towel before pulling out a pocket knife and unbinding his ankles.
Kisame pulled out his own cock and sat on the edge of the bed. He stood Itachi up and forced him to straddle his lap. He groaned as his cock pushed all the way inside the younger man. He cut off Itachi's shirt and threw it on the other side of the room. His hands were on Itachi's hips, making him ride him.
A few seconds later, Kisame flipped them so Itachi was underneath him. He started to roughly slam into him. Itachi let out a cry of pain but didn't make any effort to force him to stop. He just wanted it to be over. "You're never leaving this place. You'll eventually die here one day with my cock up your tight ass," Kisame said. His nails dug into his captive's hips.
Itachi sobbed and shook his head from side to side. "N-no! I don't want to d-die here!" he said. Kisame chuckled and bit down on his shoulder, causing him to cry out. He kept going until he spilled his seed inside of him. He pulled out and fixed his pants.
Itachi was in the middle of a panic attack. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. Kisame pulled the younger boy's underwear on his hips and sat him up. "Itachi?" he said. The younger man was only sobbing and shaking. Kisame shook his shoulders. "Itachi!" He flinched away from him. Kisame grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at him. "Snap the fuck out of it!"
When the yelling didn't work, Kisame resorted to holding him and rubbing the back of his head. "Itachi, you need to breathe real deep," he instructed.
"Leave me alone," Itachi said in between hiccups. "I don't want you touching me!" Kisame rolled his eyes. He untied the younger man's hands and laid him on the bed. Itachi curled up, his back facing Kisame. "You ruined me! Ev-eryone th-thinks I'm a sl-slut. I c-can't even g-o to the store w-without people st-aring at m-me."
Kisame smirked. "You should've dropped the charges before you ever left the hospital," he said.
Itachi focused on his breathing. "You kidnapped, raped, and beat me. Yet I was made out to be a liar. It was my life ruined. You should've just killed me and hid my corpse. It would've been better than knowing that my reputation is trashed."
"Ah, but if I had murdered you, I wouldn't have a slut to play with," Kisame said. He grabbed the shackles bolted to the wall and grabbed his arm. He snapped the shackles on each wrist.
Itachi turned and looked at him sadly. "I wanted to graduate and get married one day. I wanted to be a detective and work with my Dad. You ruined that for me. No police station would hire someone who was essentially called a liar in court, and no one would marry someone known as a slut. You said you wanted to strip me of every bit of innocence. Congratulations. You did that and more."
Kisame laid down in the bed next to him and ran a hand through Itachi's hair. "You're right. I did all that, and I would do it again. You're mine to do with as I please," he said. He kissed Itachi's neck. When the younger man tried to push him away, he held his wrist and planted kisses up his neck. He stopped at his ear and nipped at his earlobe.
"I wonder…if I killed myself what my Uncle would do to you," Itachi said. Kisame immediately stopped kissing his neck and jawline. "'Cause he said he would kill you if you killed me. I bet pushing me to suicide would fall under that category."
Kisame's eyes turned angry, and he gripped Itachi's wrist harder. "Go on, Professor. Hurt me. I want you to," he said. He grabbed the man's other hand and put it on his throat. "Don't you think you should punish me?"
Kisame swallowed down his anger and let go of Itachi's wrist. "What, you turning into a masochist? Hate to tell you, but I'm not really into that shit," he said.
Itachi let go of his hand and broke down crying. Kisame shortened the chain on the shackles so his arms would be held above his head. He left the room and came back with a filled syringe. He tapped it to make sure there were no air bubbles. He shifted Itachi's underwear and injected the sedative into his upper thigh.
Itachi immediately felt his body going limp and his eyes growing heavy. He let out a sigh as his eyes closed. He felt Kisame's pull a blanket over him. "Sleep and shut the fuck up for a bit," Kisame said. He ran a hand through Itachi's hair and over his cheek. If he were a better man, he figured that he might feel guilty. But he didn't; he only wanted to control and make him his.
It was several hours later that Itachi woke up. He was groggy, and his arms were sore. Kisame was sitting in a chair over in the corner, reading something on his phone. He looked furious. Itachi swallowed nervously as he looked up over at him. "Fuck. Fucking hell! Guess what, Itachi?" he said as he stalked over to him.
Itachi stared into his eyes, clearly uncertain. Kisame's hand roughly grabbed his lower face. "I got fired. The board didn't like the fact that a fucking student took me to court with claims of rape, assault, and kidnapping," he said. Itachi felt tears welling up.
"I-I'm not sorry," Itachi said. Kisame glared at him and trailed his hand down Itachi's body.
"No, I'd suppose you wouldn't be. But you will be," he said. He lengthened the chains enough to flip him on his stomach. He yanked his underwear off and threw them aside.
Itachi heard him shift his pants, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to prepare for Kisame to push into him. He wasn't prepared for the feeling of his belt coming down on his lower back. He let out a choked cry. "I thought you wanted me to fucking hit you?!" Kisame yelled. Itachi flinched from the second hit, causing it to land on his ass and upper thigh.
"I wanted you to kill me and get it over with; not hit me with your fucking belt!" Itachi yelled. Kisame stopped and laughed.
Kisame hit him even harder with the next swing. "You just said 'fucking'. That's pretty cute. Oh Itachi, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to beat and fuck you until you can't move. I have plenty of time to do so now," he said.
Itachi's toes curled, and he cried into the bed. Kisame didn't stop for almost half an hour. When he did, Itachi's back was covered in welts and the skin was broken in a few areas. Kisame dropped the belt and ran his hands down Itachi's back. He turned and looked at Kisame, pleading for it to be over with his eyes. The older man put his underwear back on and looped his belt back through his pants.
"Well?" Kisame said. Itachi couldn't speak a coherent sentence if he wanted. He had half a mind to glare and yell at him, but he instead sat up on his knees and submissively pecked Kisame on the lips.
"I'm your's," Itachi whispered. He wiped his tears away. Kisame's hands trailed at his hips, and he let the man push him down on his back. He winced but didn't argue. He didn't feel like adding anymore beatings.
"That's right," Kisame said. He tightened the shackles again so that his hands were above his head.