"Good morning, Reimei!"
"Huh?" Reimei rubbed his eyes. "Oh, mornin', 'tachi." Reimei's half-asleep brain could barely form the words, so it came out mostly incomprehensible.
"My little brother's coming to visit everyone today!" You can meet him— it'd be so cute if you guys hooked up! My little brother with my boyfriend's little brother—"
"Uh… Yeah, sure… I'll meet him."
"Good, he'll be here in an hour. Go get ready, okay?" Before Reimei could mumble a reply, Itachi left, the door shutting without a sound.
Reimei rolled out of bed, the blanket falling to the floor with him. Reimei stepped to, legs somehow managing to support him, and grabbed his Akatsuki cloak that had mysteriously appeared in the middle of the night— along with a note that read, "If I catch you again, you're both dead." Obviously from his brother… He put it aside and headed off to breakfast in the cafeteria, something Pein had briefed on him the day before. It was just a few doors down, out the double doors, and to the right. He found Hidan sitting in the far corner and his brother in the table next to him with Itachi, the three facing each other in an awkward triangle. Reimei decided to make it an awkward square and sat next to Hidan, very closely, brushing up against him. Every now and then, he'd look up to make sure his brother was looking. He was. He kept grabbing Itachi, too, almost competitively. Reimei started groping Hidan under the table.
"Oh, stop it. If you really wanna piss him off…" Hidan cleared off the table, sending their empty plates to the floor, where they shattered and exploded. Deidara acted as if he wasn't doing anything besides staring intently at Itachi, and he obviously didn't try to attack Hidan. Note to self: Don't piss Deidara off… Too badly. Reimei thought to himself, slightly fearful.
Hidan stripped himself and Reimei, then laid Reimei down on the table directly in front of his brother, on his back. Reimei squirmed slightly from the uncomfortable surface of the table.
"Reimei! When did you get a tattoo?"
"Heh… 'bout a month ago. Were you checking to see if what Hidan said was a lie?"
"N—no!" the flush on Deidara's face told his brother that he was lying.
"It's not." Hidan said, before deciding he wanted he wanted to blow Reimei again. You know, if he keeps this up, he's going to want more from me… But for the time being, I'm not complaining, the semi-rational part of his brain—the part that could still think— told him. His body ignored him; what Hidan was doing made it impossible to say anything other than a moan. He wondered how he got so good with his tongue… He was obviously dirtier than he let show.
"Reimei, that in INAPPROPRI— Oh, Itachi, if you did that…"
"I will, later, but now, I have to… Um… Get my brother's room ready!" Itachi gave himself an excuse to not watch Hidan—who was a close friend and former lover, before he met Deidara— and Reimei on the table.
"No, what you should do…" Deidara continued the sentence by whispering in Itachi's ear so nobody else could hear anything than a few random words. "…handcuffs…naked…bed…scream…"
"No way, that's— Amazing, I love the way your mind works!"
"Thanks, baby… Now, let's go, while they're…" Deidara shuddered, unable to believe that his innocent little brother was now having sex with his… Coworker. Weren't there rules against that? He also didn't like that Hidan was telling the truth… But he's not that much bigger… And you're far more experienced. He reassured himself. They ran away to go get everything they needed for their plan.
Once Hidan—well…Reimei— finished (on the table; Hidan didn't want to be known by everyone for swallowing) they went back to their separate rooms, Reimei still naked. Hey, everyone had already seen him; no point dressing again. Besides, this was far more comfortable. He did use his cloak to cover himself, though. When Reimei arrived at his room, he plopped down on his bed, ass-first, without looking.
And he felt a sharp pain in his ass.
He screamed loudly, high-pitched for a man, embarrassing him further. That was, nothing however, compared to the embarrassment he felt when he realized what the pain was.
There was a man, lying face up on his bed, completely naked, chained to the posts like Reimei was— and aroused. "Hey, baby… You wanna be the one in these chains so I can take a turn at you?"
"Um… Am I in the wrong room?" Reimei asked, though he knew he wasn't, and held back another scream.
"Nope, Rei, right?"
"Yeah…"
"C'mon… Let's have some fun."
"No!" Reimei sprinted out of the room as fast as possible, putting his cloak back on, cursing at himself for not doing it earlier. "DEIDARA! WHO JUST RAPED ME?" Reimei screamed, at the top of his lungs, down the hall.
"You call that rape? C'mere, kid…" Orochimaru, the man Reimei had been hoping to never run into again—Reimei added a new man to that list— said, arms forward as if expecting Reimei to rush into them. As if, pervert.
"Aah!" Reimei screamed, then ran off in the other direction— which just so happened to be where Itachi's room was. Deidara was, of course, there as well.
"Well, I doubt you'll ever see him again." Itachi said after Reimei told his story, barely holding back his anger and shame. Itachi was currently—and horribly— trying to suppress a giggle.
"Good, that guy's such a creep! He's worse than Orochim—"
"Orochimaru…" a male voice rasped, "Where is he?"
"WHAT? YOU AGAIN? Who the fuck is this, Itachi?" Reimei yelled when he saw the man in the doorway, who was the same man from his room. He had somehow managed to get out of the chains, and was, disgustingly, still naked.
"Someone…" Itachi giggled.
Reimei growled, an animalistic sound that Hidan would have loved to hear. "That's it, I'm gonna kill you!"
"Fine by me, I'm emo anyway." The man put his hands behind his back and pulled out two knives—Reimei wondered from where— and charged towards Reimei, a sick smile on his face.
"Holy shit, even I don't wanna see that! Put some damn clothes on!" Reimei yelled, fumbling to get some explosive clay.
"Watch your mouth! Literally." Deidara added the last part as the man jumped over Reimei's five-foot-seven body, then landed on him, forcing him to the floor.
Facedown, unfortunately.
"Now you're my bitch… Sharingan!" he yelled as he pounced on top of Reimei, way too close to Reimei's ass.
"What the hell? Where am I?" Reimei yelled, sitting up, realizing he was laying on the ground. Reimei looked around, seeing a rocky terrain at sunset, then at himself, realizing he was naked. God damn it, just great…
"Welcome to Hell…" his captor giggled, standing in front of Reimei in a skimpy bath robe. Of all the things to wear… At least he had something on.
"You're going to be my little bitch… I'm not quite as experienced at this as my brother, so it won't be quite 72 hours… In fact… I can't really… Do it longer than five minutes, even in my fantasy…" He moved closer to Reimei, removing his robe, looking down into Reimei's eyes, a small smirk appearing on Reimei's face. "I'm in control here."
"Ugh—Ugh! Cover up!" Reimei closed his eyes, groaning.
"It'll only take a minute, as I said." He pushed Reimei to his back, so he was laying on the rocky ground, rocks digging into his skin. He could control the landscape right? Why the hell would he choose this shithole? The man pounced on Reimei after flipping him over—Reimei did his best to not have his dick cut on a rock— and he screamed.
"N—no! Get OFF OF ME!" Reimei thrashed, trying his best to fling the man off of him.
"Stay still!" he demanded forcefully, getting impatient. He could only wait so long… He was so close now…
He repositioned himself a little lower…
"Get OFF!" Reimei turned himself over in a wonderful display of power, kicking the pervert in the chest and sending him flying. He landed hard, in a seemingly painful position, on top of a pointy rock, which gave Reimei a satisfying grin. Too bad it didn't go through his heart…
The man struggled to get to his feet, but by the time he managed it, Reimei was already there, standing in front of him, ready to fight.
"Not this time…" Reimei growled again, clenching his teeth and digging his perfectly-manicured fingernails into his palm, drawing a slight amount of blood.
Reimei began to attack, throwing punches—he had no explosive clay here. Thank God Derrik wanted to "toughen him up" and taught him how to fight. Unofficially, of course. It was dirty fighting, but he didn't care. The man dodged his first punch, but that was expected. The man was fast, but all those nights with Derrik made even faster. With a quick blow to the head, Reimei knocked the man out cold, his head narrowly missing a rock. Damn. Just an inch or two away would have killed him.
A small red puddle oozed slowly out of the man's head from its impact with the ground, and the illusion began to fade, the world started spinning.
Hehe, so, I decided not to kill him off… Even though I couldn't, since it's only an illusion. But anyway, I decided here was a good place to end it. Next chapter? Hm… It only gets better. Reimei gets an explanation, and a surprise visitor... ;) Should be up within a few days, maybe a week, since I'm busy?