Kabuto almost immediately thought twice about where he was. He had an insane, parricidal maniac stalking him with harmful intentions, he was next to defenseless, and his comrades were losing each and every one of their battles. No, no need to worry at all! Kabuto sighed. This just got better and better…

A hand fastened around his neck.

The hand slid down to the elbow, and Kabuto found his jaw forced up, keeping his mouth closed. He reached backwards with a kunai, stabbing viciously at his attacker. The person behind him, however, grabbed his wrist and twisted it painfully. Had Kabuto's mouth been free, would he would yelped. Instead, all that came out was a pathetic mewl of pain. The kunai dropped from his hand with a clatter, falling to the stone floor, and Kabuto felt his other wrist snatched up as he drove his elbow back into his captor's stomach.

"That was…naughty," the man behind him finally whispered, and Kabuto suddenly recognized who was behind him.

Itachi…oh, God, no…

OOOOOOOOOO

Orochimaru spun around when he heard the clatter of a kunai being dropped to the floor. He almost fell over in panic at what he saw. Kabuto was being held against Itachi's body, jaw forced shut and hands held firmly, most likely painfully, behind his back. Orochimaru immediately ran to Kabuto, but was halted by Kakuza.

"Not so fast," the missing-nin snarled. "I'm not letting anybody stop Itachi, and that's that. Deal with it or learn how."

Orochimaru's lips lifted in a feral snarl, and Kakuza glanced back at Itachi. "Hurry up with him," he warned. "The brat's getting dangerous."

Itachi nodded, and shoved Kabuto forward. The genin, however, wasn't having any of it-he bucked his weight against Itachi's hips, locking his legs and flat-out

Itachi sighed. "Little bastard." he wrapped one of his legs around Kabuto's, yanking Kabuto's leg out from underneath him. Kabuto was suddenly dangling from Itachi's arms by his neck and wrists, and not happy about it. Itachi kicked him in the shins, shoved him forward again, and managed to get him out of the room before Orochimaru could break free of Kakuza and chase after them.

"Deidara, now!!"

Itachi passed Kabuto up to Deidara, who was already mounted on an enormous clay bird. Kabuto saw this as his chance and fought back; however, his attempts were thwarted when Itachi climbed up behind Deidara and wrestled him down.

"Get up, now!"

Deidara lifted the bird, leaving Orochimaru stranded on the ground, and Kabuto unconscious from a strike to the back of the neck.

OOOOOOOOOO

When Kabuto woke up, he was not happy.

His hands had been chained up over his head, and he laying flat on the floor. A chain wrapped around his neck kept his head tethered to the floor, and his legs were chained apart and bent up to accommodate the short chains. Sighing, Kabuto realized he was in a very awkward position. He had stripped of most of his clothing, and all of his weapons. Great, just great. He hoped it wasn't Itachi…anyone but Itachi…all that was left on his body were his pants…

"Awake? Wonderful."

Kabuto groaned. Oh, this was wonderful.

Glaring at Itachi, he demanded an answer. Itachi simply laughed and crossed his arms. "Come on, you're smarter than that! I'm not happy with you already, so let's keep this simple, ne? I ask the questions, you answer, or I hurt you. Your choice."

Kabuto glared again, but Itachi only laughed harder. "It's hard to look intimidating when you're chained like a dog to the floor and completely at my mercy with no hope of even moving."

Kabuto tested his limits, straining against each of his bonds in turn. Nothing worked; he was almost completely immobile, and he could hardly glare at Itachi and actually mean it from the shame he was in.

"Get a grip," Itachi snarled, kicking Kabuto in the shins. "I've shut down your chakra, so this should teach you a lesson…"

Kabuto sighed and his head rolled back to rest on the floor, silver hair unbound and flowing out across his shoulders. "Oh, my. I'm so scared," he muttered, as if he was reading smudged ink. "Spare me."

Itachi's lips lifted in a sneer, and he walloped Kabuto in the side again. "Watch you tongue, little bastard," he snapped. "My patience is wearing thin."

"What patience?" Kabuto muttered, and found his ears ringing from another kick, this one across his face.

The wound didn't heal.

Kabuto realized Itachi hadn't been lying when he said he had shut down his chakra: nothing would heal, not even the split lip resulting from Itachi's kick. Kabuto suddenly noticed the room around him while he was glaring at Itachi.

It was a cold, dark stone, damp and musty from lack of care. The wall was lined with chains at varying heights, and some torture equipment was piled haphazardly in the corner. Leather straps, metal sheets, whips, collars, more chains, even some shady-looking syringes on a shelf. Kabuto gulped. Hell, this was almost as bad as Otoga's torture chambers…nah, this was worse. Or maybe it was just because he was the tortured instead of the torturer…

"That's right, little bitch," Itachi smirked. "I am going to have so much fun with this…"

Kabuto swallowed as he was unchained and made to stand against the wall, and he braced himself.

OOOOOOOOOO

Orochimaru was pissed.

Kakuza had kept him far too long, and he had completely lost track of Kabuto. Finally, Kakuza retreated with the rest of the Akatsuki, setting Otoga on fire as they left. The remaining Sound ninja had managed to save most of the complex, but some of it was just too late to save. Orochimaru had been wounded in the fight: now, several med-nins were hovering over him as the sannin yanked a kunai (or six) out of his stomach.

"Orochimaru-sama, gently!" someone scolded. "If you keep pulling those out so violently, you'll end up disemboweling yourself!"

Orochimaru glared at the man who had spoken as he pulled out the last kunai. "Does it look like I care?" he hissed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Another man spoke up.

"You should!"

Orochimaru hurled the bloody kunai at the medic, who dodged it easily and caught Orochimaru's wrist. Despite the many protests, the man pulled Orochimaru closer and began healing the wounds on his stomach.

"Orochimaru-sama?"

A girl approached him, looking slightly afraid and more than concerned. "Are you alright? Where's Kabuto?"

Orochimaru sighed and ducked his head, black hair falling into his face. Finally, he shook his head, and the girl knelt down next to him.

"What happened?"

Orochimaru took a deep, shaky breath, stood up, and addressed everyone within earshot.

"I want all the best ninja ready to go in an hour!"

OOOOOOOOO

Kabuto groaned as the whip fell across his back again and again, striking pale white skin and dying it crimson with blood. Itachi, Deidara, Kakuza, and even Hidan had been at him for half an hour, but no one could make him talk. They had stripped him, tortured him, and Hidan had even used his Jashin technique, but nothing could make him talk.

Finally, Itachi stopped. Kabuto had managed to force enough chakra through to heal the worst of his wounds, but the rest were still swollen and bleeding. Itachi had simply kicked him around, then chained his hands to the ceiling and whipped him mercilessly-all one hundred strokes fell accurately, and painfully as well. After Itachi had finished, he had allowed Kakuza to proceed with the mental torture, which Kabuto completely ignored. It seemed to have no effect on him, so Deidara had come in to take his vengeance on Kabuto for killing Sasori. Some of the torture equipment in the room had been put to bitter use, and Kabuto's body showed the livid burns, cuts, and bruises from it all. When he still wouldn't talk, Itachi was sent to put him into Tsukiyomi. Three days of watching Orochimaru raped, tortured, and killed seemed to do nothing for Kabuto's mind, and Itachi had given up and went for the whip again.

"Not much you can do, huh?" Kabuto panted in the lull between Itachi's sets of strikes. "Can't make me talk…can you…?"

"Why go through all this for someone who's already replaced you?" Itachi snarled, cracking the whip across Kabuto's naked backside. "Why would you do this for someone who couldn't care less if you died?"

Kabuto shook his head. "You're wrong," he whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. "You're completely wrong…Orochimaru-sama cares about me too much to let me die…and you should know that…that's why…you showed me him…when you were torturing me…you knew…we cared about each other…more than anything in the world…"

Itachi snarled and smacked Kabuto across the back again, the long whip snatching at his delicate skin. Kabuto let loose a strangled cry of pain as it did: this had been going on for too long.

"Get a grip, brat," Itachi snarled, seizing a fistful of Kabuto's hair with his other hand. "Get your head back where it belongs, and answer one thing for me: does Orochimaru truly care about you? Or is it just sex?"

Kabuto smiled. "You know Orochimaru-sama: you never really know with him. So the longer he waits to come after me, the less I mean to him."

Itachi growled and shoved Kabuto's face into the wall, using the hair he held in his hand as leverage. "Tell me what happened between the two of you."

Kabuto laughed.

It was insanely painful with his broken ribs, with his cut sides, with his straining heart, with his heaving lungs, but he did it: he laughed in Itachi's face. "He's so much better now…after what you did…he's recovered very nicely, and I wouldn't put it past him to come thundering in right now looking like the god of hell and the king of nightmares."

Itachi snorted. "He certainly was fun to break…" He dropped the whip and released Kabuto's hair, and Kabuto could hear him dropping the Akatsuki cloak to the ground. "I wonder if I can break you the same way…"

Oh, God, no…he meant to-!

Kabuto shuddered and lowered his head, taking a deep breath. Come on, don't panic, don't panic, don't panic…! But it was too late. Itachi had shoved himself into Kabuto-hard.

Kabuto screamed in agony. This was the worst kind of torture for him-but also the best. It gave him opportunity to think of Orochimaru and what he went through, and to calm himself down by thinking of Orochimaru instead of himself. But at the same time, he was slowly breaking under Itachi's harsh treatment. With every thrust, he was rocked forward into the wall, slamming into the rough stone and cutting his bare skin. Itachi was now raking a kunai up and down his sides and back, even his inner thighs, drawing blood from shallow, but painful cuts. By now, blood was running down the backs of his thighs, but not from the kunai. Itachi was simply too rough, and Kabuto hadn't been prepared. Hot breath flowed over Kabuto's neck, words tumbling from Itachi's sweat-soaked lips: "You're as good as I thought you would be…" he whispered, thrusting forward mercilessly again. "Tell me…tell me how Orochimaru fucks you…I'm curious to know…"

Kabuto could feel tears streaming down his face, mixing with the blood from the scrapes the wall had caused and irritating the open wounds. The tears also left clean tracks down his dirty face, and Kabuto was crying harder than he ever had in his life.

"Well?" Itachi growled. His hands fastened over Kabuto's hips like a vise, pulling him closer so he could slam into his deeper. Kabuto shuddered; if this kept going, that was it, he was going to break…

"H-He's…"

No! Don't say anything!

"He's so much better than you…because he truly loves me…"

Itachi growled and shoved himself into Kabuto, emptying his load up the other's ass. Kabuto let loose a scream of pain, satisfied that he had pissed off Itachi enough, and let the world fade to black.

A/N: Lovely little torture scene I wrote. Review, please!! Or no next chapter!!!