Hate me, thrill me. Love me, kill me.
Ok… Warning, and I think a good one to, just to make you look stupid in case you want to flame me anyway.
Blood thirst, probably torture, violence, death of maybe YOUR favourite character, angst, horror, sexual molesting (I don't think it can be counted as rape, but I'm not sure), adult themes and more stuff if I can think of any. Thank you for your kind support.
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Cold.
It was so cold. Kakashi was bound to a wooden post, unable to get away. His chest hurt, he didn't know if it stopped bleeding. He was sitting up, bound by his wrists to the back of the post, and his ankles were bound as well. The Uchiha hadn't bothered pulling his mask back up his face again, though he had other things to worry about. He had to get away, but he felt so tired.
The room was dark and empty, there was a small window to his right and he could see the door from across the room. It was so quiet, almost peaceful. He didn't know where Itachi had dragged him, but he had to get out. He moved his hands a little. The ropes were very tight, but he could move a little.
Suddenly the door opened without a sound. Kakashi stiffened, aware of what could happen. "So you're awake?" A familiar voice echoed through the dark room, as steps slowly came his way. "What do you want." The jounin demanded, relieved his voice sounded stern. The Uchiha kneeled next to him, a wicked smile adored his face.
"Like I said Kakashi, you're no good to me dead." He was holding a small bag, Kakashi hadn't noticed it before. Itachi placed it on the ground and opened it. It contained wires, a needle, a knife, a small cotton towel and a small roll that seemed to be band aid. Kakashi shuddered a little, knowing what was to come now.
"I see you know what I'm going to do, good." Itachi lowered himself over the captive, long fingers moved over his vest. Kakashi didn't know what to do, the broken piece of iron had to be removed, he knew that. But he didn't know HOW Itachi was going to remove it. His vest unbuttoned, the Uchiha moved it over his shoulders, but because Kakashi was bound he left it there.
One eye looked down a cold body, his shirt darker then it was supposed to be, wet, and cooling even more in the air. He could smell his own blood. The sudden cold moved throughout his body as he shivered. Itachi was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, as if of mockery. His eyes held the same lust Kakashi had seen before, and a strange feeling penetrated him. It was a strange combination of fear and curiosity. It made him sick.
His shirt open, his band aids soaked. Kakashi knew why, after Itachi had broken the stitches like the insane asshole he was. It had been silent the whole time, not a word was spoken. Kakashi wanted to know so many things, but couldn't think of any questions. He was immediately brought back from his thought stream when a cold hand ran over his stomach, the part that wasn't covered by the bind ups.
Itachi grabbed the small knife from the floor and brought it up to slice the bandages open, he removed them revealing a nearly closed injury. Still, blood started to trickle down Kakashi's chest. Itachi grinned at the look the wounded jounin gave, a look of worry and alarm.
The Uchiha moved the knife to Kakashi's chest and gently pressed the metal to his skin. He moved it to the beginning of the wound and pushed the metal deep in Kakashi's body. He pushed it between ribs, ripping through flesh and stitches, earning a scream of pain. "What is it Kakashi? I need more room to remove the piece of metal." Itachi grinned and put the knife on the floor again. Kakashi's chest was now bleeding heavy, he started to heave as new pain rose through his body. He started to struggle, he didn't know how Itachi was going to remove the metal, but he didn't want to think about it either.
A cold hand crawled to the wound and once again fingers pushed between flesh and ribs. Kakashi screamed even louder when fingers fiercely pushed along nerves and bones. The Copy Ninja arched his back once, between his screams laughing emitted. The hand pushed slightly against the warm metal in his chest as the other moved to touch his body. Sweat was glistering on Kakashi's body as his breath became even heavier. Itachi's smile never faded, becoming wider when he made his prey scream again.
The jounin arched his back and gasped when the fingers left his body, with the metal in between. "Now then, the worst part is over." The captor whispered just loud enough for the jounin to hear. His breath didn't ease at al and blood was streaming down his chest and onto the floor.
Itachi dropped the shard on the ground and brushed his fingers clean on his cloak before using the cotton towel to clean some of the blood. He threw the towel next to his equipment and picked the needle and wire up. Kakashi's breath started to even little by little as the Uchiha sewed the fresh wound. "See? That wasn't so bad huh?" The Uchiha grinned as he cleaned some of the mess he had made.
A few small dribbles of blood kept rolling down Kakashi's chest, his mind was dazed and he felt sick. Itachi moved his head to Kakashi's neck and sensually licked, holding one hand near the injury and the other on his face. "Uhn." Kakashi made a sound of disapproval. He jerked his body to the side.
He was grabbed by the chin, fear filled his eye as Itachi moved his head to him. "Sit still." Itachi commanded him as he moved even closer to Kakashi's body. The jounin moved his head away again and tried to struggle some more. "It will be best to obey me." Itachi threatened as he raised his fist and slammed it across Kakashi's face. The jounin flinched at the impact.
Itachi's smile widened at his reaction, there were so many things he could do to the Copy Ninja now. And before he knew it, a vile thought crossed his mind. The Uchiha placed his hands on his captives sides to hold him down. He moved his head to Kakashi's chest to lick the dripping blood. If he could kick him he would, Kakashi gasped when nails buried themselves inside his flesh. Itachi moved his head over Kakashi's body to a nipple, biting it rather hard, drawing more blood.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kakashi was still struggling, his sides hurt as well as his wound. The throbbing feeling seemed to get worse. Itachi moved his head to Kakashi's level and smirked again. "What do you think?" He mocked licking his lips. "What do you want?" The jounin moved his head away from the Uchiha, two blood covered hands clutched to the sides of his head, turning it back to face Itachi again. "What I want?" Itachi leaned closer to Kakashi's face, their lips lightly touching. Another grin crossed Itachi's face.
The Uchiha claimed his lips with force, the Copy nin tried to pull away but couldn't, the taste of blood filled his mouth. Itachi moved his body over his captive's, Kakashi moaned in pain at the pressure on his body. He couldn't do anything to stop Itachi, but he kept trying even though he didn't know why. Something wanted the other man to stop, but something else wanted him to go further.
The wound was still bleeding, even though it was sewed. Kakashi was starting to feel light headed from the sudden loss of blood and heat. Everything was getting foggy again, the pain had become the worst pain he could get. A nagging feeling that he was dying. But what was bugging him so much was that Itachi wouldn't let him.
As Kakashi kept struggling, his enemy seemed to keep pushing against him. He had enough, Kakashi opened his mouth and as soon as the Uchiha pushed his tongue into his mouth he bit down, the tongue got away but he got Itachi's bottom lip. Itachi growled, but not from pain or disagreement. He opened his own mouth and bit Kakashi back, hard. The ninja let out a short scream, allowing Itachi to claim the rest of his mouth.
The kiss was rough, Itachi just took it. More blood filled Kakashi's mouth as Itachi explored and tasted whatever he could. But as soon as it had started, it stopped again, as Itachi lazily pulled back.
"You taste so good." His captor complemented him. Kakashi didn't want to hear it. That same black blanked was starting to cover his mind again. He hardly realised Itachi was wrapping him in the clean bandages. He didn't notice he removed the ropes that held him to that spot. He groaned when his enemy removed his vest and shirt, running his icy hands over his body a few times. Itachi had lifted him up and took him to another room.
And he failed to notice everything.
Others grow silent like ghosts before their time.
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Ok this was a little longer then the chapters before and this is going where I want it to. Yay.
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