A/N: I'm really glad that tells me when people put me on alert or anything ; I appreciate being watched of course, but reviews do well to encourage me to write faster! And you want that, right? Right? -Hopeful look- Warnings are obvious, violence, and non-con as well.

Chapter 2 - Endurance

Kakashi and Ibiki had been in the same small office for over an hour now, speaking quietly. It was a very sensitive matter that the silver-haired Jounin really would rather not leak, and Ibiki took his time to process this. The scarred head of interrogation sat in his chair behind his large desk, eyes steady on the lean male that stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"So, let me get this straight..." He said slowly, and Kakashi sighed, averting his dark eye.

"It's just as I told you."

"...What do you want me to do about this? I'm not your keeper, and I can't stop all of this."

"I don't expect you to, Ibiki. I just want to see if I can convince him to talk; that's it. If I can than I've saved you hours of useless torture." Kakashi explained, glancing back to the scarred man. Ibiki scoffed.

"Useless? It wasn't useless before you interrupted us. I would have had him squealing every secret in the world in under another hour." He said with a confident smirk. Kakashi shook his head.

"Whether or not I agree with you in not important. Just let me try."

"Kakashi..."

"Ibiki. Please." His voice was so sincere that the torture master almost winced. They stared at one another for a silent moment that seemed to stretch on, before Ibiki gave a heavy sigh.

"...Meet me in room seventeen, in two hours." He said, and Kakashi gave a nod of his head. He couldn't ask for any more, of course. This was no ordinary prisoner, and no ordinary situation here. Sitting back in his chair as Kakashi stood up from the wall to leave, Ibiki devised how to use this new information to his advantage...

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Now, some people might think that being able to sleep in such a situation as he was in was completely insane, but Kabuto knew better. He knew first hand that fatigue and exhaustion led to weakness, and weakness led to two things: talking, or the type of insanity that could only be brought on by force of will and the desire to escape. Now, the medic wanted neither of these things for himself, and so, he slept. It wasn't particularly fitful rest, of course. The ground was solid, cold stone and the air was no less chilly on his naked flesh–but he was healed for the most part, and that made things easier. Dark eyes snapped open as he heard the footsteps stop in front of his room, sitting up and leaning against the wall. He winced, nearly closing his eyes as the door opened, shedding the room in light.

"...I knew you'd miss me sooner or later. Any luck with Jaetou-kun?" The medic asked, his voice a tired drawl. Ibiki gave a darkly humored smile.

"Would you believe me if I said yes?" He asked, and Kabuto returned his dark smile silently. The men came forward, lifting him by his arms. Kabuto contemplated walking on his own, but he feared that would give his tormentors too much insight as to how healthy he currently was, and so he allowed them to half-drag him down the hallway. Untying his hands, they none to gently tossed him onto the bare floor of the new room. Hands out to catch himself, be didn't get a change to move before Ibiki's heavy boot heel came down on his right hand, earning a shocked grunt of pain from the medic as he winced. "...A medic's tools of trade are his hands, like any ninja..." The torture master said gruffly, grinding his heel down, hard.

"Agh...nnn!" Kabuto closed his eyes, stubbornly. His free hand curled into the floor, refusing to move it. It would be futile, with likely painful results if he tried to stop Ibiki now. Even untied, two men stood outside the door, and there were two others in the room besides Ibiki and his self. Futile. His hair covered his face as he hung his head, having lifted to his hands and knees. One of the other men, Kabuto believed he remembered the scrawny man as being called Gakyu, kicked him in the stomach, and her nearly folded up, coughing. Arms shaking, he stayed up as the man grabbed a handful of hair at the base of his neck, lifting his head.

"Don't try going somewhere inside that mind of yours, bitch. We need you to stay right here with us." He hissed. The passive expression that Kabuto gave him in return seemed to infuriate him, and he backhanded the medic, still gripping his hair so that his face could not turn. Blood slipped from the corner of the silver-haired ninja's lip, and he smiled as he licked it.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Did you do something?" Kabuto asked, and Gakyu nearly shuddered with rage, face red. He whipped a knife from his holster, pressing the blade to Kabuto's cheek. The sharp tip dug in just below his cheekbone.

"I'll cut that cock-sucking face of yours right off, you arrogant–!"

"Gakyu. Enough." Ibiki said calmly, and the smaller man clenched his jaw. Slowly, very slowly, he put the knife away. The cut on his cheek stung, but it wasn't too bad, and the medic was able to keep his expression placid. "Give it to him." The scarred man nodded to one of the other men in the room. Kabuto tried to turn his head, but Gakyu made sure that it was impossible. He snickered.

"Nervous? You should be. This is going to have you crying like a baby before we even touch you." He said smugly, and Kabuto tried to wrap his mind around this. He understood just before the needle entered his thigh, and he merely twitched his lip, jaw clenched. Drugs. All hands left him, and Ibiki stepped off of his hand.

"Chain him."He ordered, and the men lifted him again. They brought him to the back wall of the room, lifting his arms above his head and securing them in the cold iron shackles waiting there. Kabuto shivered as he heard them close shut, and the chains rattled as he stood on his own, just barely. What was...? "You look good like that, Yakushi." Ibiki commented, running a calloused hand down from Kabuto's shoulder blade, to his ass. The medic was shocked at the surprisingly approving touch, and he squirmed a bit in revulsion. What in the world? His breathing increased just a little, and he found himself feeling rather anxious all of the sudden–and it was not in a good way. "You're a little cold... I think we should warm you up before we get started." He said, holding out his hand. One of the men placed a long, thick leather strap in his hands, and Gakyu took up the other one. Kabuto caught sight of them from a glance over his shoulder and he shuddered again. What was he feeling so afraid of? He had gone through much worse than those...

The first lash hit the backs of his thighs, and he gripped the chains holding him up for support as he tensed, gritting his teeth. Unlike a whip or canes, the straps created a dull thwack that felt a lot like blunt force, but carried with them all of the sting of a whip-lash. The second lash fell just a second afterwards, striking across the middle of his ass. He jerked in response but the next had already fallen, at the most sensitive area, the tops of his thighs and lowest past of his ass. He gave a startled yelp, but again another fell. Gritting his teeth tightly, he closed his eyes and tried to calm down. They'd only just begun, and his heart was racing wildly. The medic felt not unlike a trapped animal when face-to-face with a fearsome predator–panicked and irrational. The drugs. They seemed to have produced an akathesiac effect on him. The pain–any pain, he wanted it to stop–now! But he bit his lower lip, drawing blood as he fought not to let the sounds of pain leave his throat. He only allowed the simplest grunts or groans free, and even those he was not happy with.

If he screamed now, he just might never stop. He just might give in to the pain, the fatigue, and the general panic that was setting in, if he slipped now. This was what he had been trying to avoid! And here he was, in near top condition, about to give in from a simple lashing!? Disgusted with himself, Kabuto tried to let anger take over. "Mm!" He grunted, when another well-placed lash struck his upper thighs. "Ss..! Ah! N-na...!" He couldn't control his body properly, wanting to stay still and untense as possible, but all it wanted to do was escape the punishing blows, writhing under them helplessly, only pressing into the cold stone wall in effect. Somehow, he managed to keep from begging them until the lashing stopped. He whimpered, panting heavily, eyes filled with tears that he refused to let fall.

The world had gone away from him until all that was left was this burning, stinging pain, and this cold, unforgiving wall in front of him. The cut on his face felt like it was on fire, stinging from the sweat that had begun to slide down his face. Ibiki dropped the lash that he held, stepping up to touch one cherry-red cheek. Kabuto winced, giving a slight whimper as he grasped it, trying to move his hips to escape the hand. "Nice and hot... This is much better..." He let go, and before Kabuto could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt something much worse. Two thick fingers entered his unprepared body swiftly, and he cried out in shock, trying to arch his body away from them unsuccessfully.

Ibiki's fingers were calloused and rough, and they probed him none-to-gently as the older man grunted. "Looks like it's going to be a tight fit..." He said, drawing snickers from Gakyu and the others. Kabuto could swear that he felt his heart stop, dread settling into the pit of his stomach as a wave of paralyzing fear swept over him. Oh gods, he meant to...!

"Don't you...!" Kabuto's voice froze in his throat, closing up, eyes wide. Had he just...? Oh gods, he had just done the one thing not to do... He let them know that he was afraid of something. Of course, with this drug in his veins right now, he was probably afraid of everything under the sun. Ibiki chuckled again, and removed his fingers. He could hear the tall man loosening his pants, and he closed his eyes tightly, resisting the urge to glance over his shoulder. He did not want to see what was about to be shoved into him, or he might really panic. Ibiki reached up to gather Kabuto's long silver hair tightly into his fist, tilting his head to the side and leaning down to speak directly into his ear.

"Kakashi told me how much you like this..." He hissed, and the medic felt the last of his walls breaking. Kakashi... Kakashi had told this man what? Kabuto gave a low whine, feeling his tears welling back up, from utter loss. Loss of everything.

His master had probably given up on him, Kakashi, whom the medic had not been relying on had done more than not help him, he had helped them to find a way to hurt him, and lastly, Ibiki was not going to relent any time soon. Kabuto was alone, and more helpless than ever before in his life. And he was terrified of this, and angry for his mind traveling this dark path because of the drug... Ibiki chuckled.

"That's right... Don't even try to deny it..." His broad, wet tongue slipped out to lick the side of Kabuto's neck, who gave a sound of disgust. His hands clenched the chains so tightly that they hurt, and he tried to keep from shuddering in revulsion. He did not want this, he didn't want to be touched in this way at all by this man! He could feel the scarred man fumbling with himself behind him, and that feeling in the pit of his gut rose to his throat. He felt he was going to be sick, but he didn't have anything to get rid of in his stomach to do it. The torture master kicked his legs apart with his boot, nearly causing the medic to lose his footing. "Get ready, slut." Ibiki grunted, before he shoved the length of him inside of the tense and resistant body. Kabuto's mouth fell open in a scream, one that was shrill and pain-filled as he felt the generously sized member enter his dry and unprepared passage.

He knew that he should have relaxed. He knew that he should have accepted the shame, and forced his body to remain passive, and it would not hurt as much. But the drugs made it impossible for him to do so, forcing him to constantly squirm and writhe to escape, shuddering in fear. Ibiki grunted, his hot breath falling over Kabuto's face and neck. "Ohh... you're deliciously tight..." Another dark chuckle. "Kakashi was right..." He pulled back, thrusting in again, without mercy. Tears spilled over tightly closed eyes, racing down his dirty cheeks to create clean paths as he sobbed.

This was hell. His own private hell of pain and humiliation. And damn them for drugging him! He couldn't stop his tears, or his own building sense of dread and fear, and he certainly couldn't silence his own desperate screams of pain as the torture master ripped away the last shreds of pride he had with each and every thrust. He felt the blood on his thighs, and it made him sick. With every bit of resolve he had left, he clenched his jaws tightly together, so that now he could only groan miserably instead of scream. It was the least that he could do. That, and endure this disgraceful torture until Ibiki was through with him. Unfortunately for him, the scarred man had rather good stamina. Ibiki leaned down again, amidst his own short, almost animalistic grunts of pleasure.

"Tell me... how Kakashi fucks you... and I'll stop." He ground out, and Kabuto opened his eyes. He turned his head to give the man a defiant glare, even as his tears continued to slip down his flushed cheeks. Ibiki gave a few particularly hard thrusts, and the medic lost his composure, crying out once more before he caught himself again.

"Don't forget his master." Gakyu chimed in from the side, giving a dark laugh. Kabuto wished that pure force of will could kill someone, right now.

"Ahh, that's right...!" Ibiki groaned, holding on to Kabuto's hip so that he could go deeper, pressing his chest against the younger ninja's back so that the rough wall scraped at his chest with every short jerking motion that he made. "Tell me, how they fuck you... and I'll stop." He let go of his hip, brining his hand back to smack Kabuto's ass, square on one red, sore cheek. The medic's face grimaced in pain again, and he whimpered. "That's right..." The torture master chuckled, breathlessly.

"T-they..." Kabuto closed his eyes, hating himself for a moment. He found his spark of resolve, somehow. When he opened his eyes, they were narrowed in a spiteful way, as he grinned, though the motion hurt his split lips and cut cheek. "They're... better than you... could ever be!" He growled, and Ibiki smirked. He was much to good to lose his head over petty insults.

"Hah!" He cried, letting go of Kabuto's hair to jerk back on his hips with both hands. The medic's hands were torn from his grip on the chains, and the metal of the cuffs bit into the tender skin of his wrists as they were pulled on. Uncut cheek pressed to the wall, Kabuto's forearms kept it from being smashed against it with every thrust, being given with a renewed vigor. Blood flowed, hot and sticky, down Kabuto's pale white thighs again. He allowed himself to cry out again, satisfied that he had snapped back. Just as Ibiki groaned loudly and the medic felt his large body shudder in release, the door opened–though the medic didn't notice at first. When Ibiki pulled back, Kabuto gave another high groan of pain, reaching back up to grab the chains, helping his trembling legs support him.

"Ah, Kakashi." Ibiki said, taking the rag offered to him by one of his men. Kabuto's uneven breath stopped, and his whole body froze.

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Kakashi's dark eye took in the situation all at once, and he felt something in his chest twinge. Kabuto had frozen the moment that he heard Ibiki call to him, but the Jounin could see clearly how his shoulders and legs shook. And the evidence was right there, running down the inside of his smooth, perfect thighs. Red, and a little white.

"...Ibiki–" Kakashi began to ask, his voice dark, wanting an explaination for this. The torture master cut him off, smirking,

"Which one of you is next?" He asked, eyes moving to the men now standing around. All eyes went to Kakashi, who was seething.

"What are you doing, Ibiki?" He asked, when no one stepped forward. Kabuto's harsh breathing returned, and he pulled himself to stand upright, his face to the wall. His body was trembling faintly, and Kakashi could tell it was the effects of drugs, instead of exhaustion. The torture master merely smiled.

"What does it look like, Kakashi? I'm torturing my prisoner. Normal torture doesn't work on this one so well, so I decided to try something new. Besides, I think you could learn something from this..."

"Don't you dare lecture me! I knew what I was doing!" The Jounin argued, fists clenched. Gakyu got tired of waiting for his superiors to finish arguing, and he moved towards Kabuto suddenly. Kakashi moved to step forward, but Ibiki held up his hand. Gakyu grabbed a fistful of hair as his captain had done, pressing Kabuto's face to the wall as he pulled his hips back with one hand. The medic tensed, but at the moment he seemed to out of it to do much more than give a groan of protest. Kakashi averted his gaze as Gakyu thrust in, swallowing hard when Kabuto gave a cry of anguish. Ibiki's face was placid as he stared at Kakashi, both of them listening to the sounds of the dark-haired ninja's grunts and groans, accompanied by Kabuto's forced ones now and then, as the chains that he was holding onto rattled. Did he even know that Kakashi was here anymore...?

He had known, and that was all that mattered. He had been sound of mind enough to acknowledge the Jounin's presence before he slipped into his private, drug induced hell. "You can't save him, Kakashi. This is what you get when you fuck the enemy... Nothing but disappointment and pain. He's loyal to that Sannin master of his."

"Stop..." The voice came from behind Ibiki, and he turned his head somewhat. Kabuto was crying again, he couldn't stop. "Go...Get out!" He snapped, and then cried out as Gakyu thrust harder into him, chuckling.

"I don't think... he likes you anymore... Hatake-san." He panted out. Kakashi winced, averting his eyes. Ibiki was right. There was nothing that he could do... He was loyal to his own village, Konoha... and Kabuto was an enemy of that village. All too soon, the dark-haired ninja gave a groan, emptying into the medic as he thrust hard into him, small groans of pleasure issuing from his throat. He smirked as he accepted the came towel that his captain had used, wiping himself off and adjusting his pants.

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Kabuto pulled with all of his strength on the chains, arms trembling with the effort, to stand upright. His legs continued to tremble faintly, and his face itched with drying tears and blood. Licked his lips slowly, thought his mouth was dry, and they tasted of nothing but blood and sweat. Kakashi was still here... He glanced over his shoulder. Kakashi that had betrayed him, and told their secret. "A-are you... satisfied?" He asked Ibiki directly. The torture master crossed his arms, curious. "You both...suck..." The medic whispered, almost a purr. Gakyu grabbed his hair again, slamming his face against the wall.

"What was that, you arrogant slut? You want it again?!" He growled. Kabuto closed his eyes for a moment, breath hitching. No, no, don't panic... you're doing so well... don't panic! Opened them again, searching out Kakashi.

"W-why don't you... show them... how it's done? Mmm...? Kak...Kakashi..."

"Tch! The bitch wants more..." Gakyu said in disgust, letting go. Kakashi couldn't look at him, and Kabuto laughed, though it was so very painful to.

"None of you... compare to him... none of you..." He said acidly, glaring at the silver-haired Jounin in particular.

"You'll die for him?" Kakashi asked, looking up at last. Kabuto lifted his head, as much as he could. "You'll suffer like this, in this hole... and die in the dark for a master who's already replaced you?"

"Mm, yess..." Kabuto hissed, his body giving a shudder that nearly stole his feet from under him. He didn't explain, and The Jounin didn't bother asking.

"No one's going to stop this. No one." He tried, and Kabuto nodded. Frustrated, Kakashi turned on his heel, heading for the door. Just as he set his hand on it, Kabuto's voice reached him.

"I don't regret it." He said, clearly enough. Kakashi stayed frozen for a long moment before he opened the door, and then he was gone. The medic's renewed screams followed him down the halls as he left, and he couldn't bear to think of what they were doing to him now.