Chapter 2

You're my bitch

Kankuro and Gaara approached the strippers club at about 9pm. The building was large, but not very tall with many windows. There was loud techno music booming out and it could possibly have been heard at least three streets away. The large double chestnut doors were wide open and there were flashing discolights casting their brilliant rays onto the multi-coloured tiled floor. Gaara also noticed a wooden sign stuck into the grassy floor outside the club. It read in big blue letters:

Icha Icha Paradise:

The Club!

Nobody under the age of 18 is to enter this club, sorry for any inconvenience.

He looked at his brother accusingly. Great. How was he going to get in now?

Kankuro held up a fake ID card to the bouncer. He was let in straight away. The puppet master was only seventeen. Gaara was about to walk in when the bouncer pushed him back. "Aren't you a little young to come in here?"

He cursed under his breath. "No. Move. Now." He demanded, trying desperately to get past.

"Can I see some ID?"

"No. I said move!"

"Or what kid?"

"I'll kill you."

"That's illegal. I could have you locked up for that small-fry!" The bouncer poked him hard in the chest. The teenager stumbled a little and summoned his sand. Gaara put the man in a sand cocoon. "Do you really hate your life so much as to touch me?!" He stated rather than asked in the deadliest tone he could manage without sounding like Darth Vader. "Fine. Go ahead." Said the bouncer, a petrified look on his chubby face.
"Thank-you." Gaara let his sand drop and calmly walked inside. He was greeted by Kankuro who had already got two vodka's in his hands. "How did you get in?"

"I have my ways." He replied, sitting down at a table. Kankuro followed.

"Wow. It's so hot in here." Said the red-head, fanning himself with his hand.

"And the chicks are even hotter!"

"When will they be on?"

"Any time now. Sit back and enjoy the show."

"I certainly will."

Kankuro smirked. "That's my bro."

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Itachi awoke to somebody roughly shaking him awake. "What?" He mumbled irritably, still half-asleep.
"Don't you dare give me that attitude Itachi!"
The raven-haired opened his tortured grey eyes, bleary with sleep and found himself staring into the menacing face face of his father, Fugaku.

"Father?" Itachi's eyes filled with tears and he hugged him.

"Get off of me you worthless pile of shit!"

"B-but father! I-"

"Shut your mouth and tell me all you know about Suna."

"Why? Are you planning some attack?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. We are going to kidnap the Jinchuuriki that lives there and we will extract his demon then cut out his heart."

"What?! That's vile! You disgusting twisted bastards!"

"That's no way to talk to your father now is it?" Asked Fugaku mockingly, pressing the blade of a Kunai on his son's neck.

"You're no father! You don't even love me! You never have done!"

"I don't, but Kisame loves you. You're his little toy."

"I don't belong to anybody but myself!"

"We'll see about that my son."

"Fuck you."

"Now, I hear that the Jinchuuriki is the son of the Fourth Kazekage. Am I correct?"
"Yes." Replied Itachi weakly, tears filling his eyes.

"Tell me all about him."

Itachi took a shuddering breath. "H-His name is Gaara. He is thirteen and lives with his brother and sister after they were orphaned last year. He is the youngest of the trio." He paused, feeling sick that he was betraying the only people who he actually bonded with. "I can't take this."

"That's okay. It's all I needed to know really."

"Father, I won't let you go anywhere near them. I will kill you if I have to."

"Such bravery. Don't worry son. Kisame will be here soon, he can ease all your guilt."

Itachi shuddered upon hearing that dreaded name.

"Sweet dreams." Fugaku stood and walked out, closing the door and engulfing the cage in nothingness once again.

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By eleven pm everybody was drunk. Kankuro was already throwing up and Gaara could barely stand. He was sitting down at the table and atop it was an empty beer glass. He picked it up. "So, you come here often?" He asked it. No reply. "Damn, you're hot. Wanna get married?"

Kankuro glanced at his younger brother. "Let's get back, Temari might make us some waffles." He slurred, pulling on Gaara's arm.

"Hmm... What are waffles?" Asked the red-head.

"Fuck knows but hey!"

"I bet she's fucking the toaster right now."

"No fair! I wanna fuck a toaster!"
"You can fuck Karasu. I'll fuck my gourd."

"Good plan Batman."

"Kankuro! To the Batmobile! Awaaaaaaay"

They both stumbled out the door, barely able to walk.

"Do you like waffles? Yeah we like waffles! Do you like pancakes? Yeah we like pancakes! Do you like frenchtoast? Yeah we like frenchtoast!" Sang Kankuro.

"America! FUCK YEAH!" Yelled Gaara.

"Shut up!" Screamed an angry woman from her bedroom window. "I'm trying to make love here!"
"Ah shut your half-wit piehole you old hag!" Shouted Kankuro, throwing an empty beer can at her head. He turned to his brother, who had passed out on the floor. "Gaara? You dead?" He asked, poking him. "Yeah he's dead. Bye bye bro." He said, stumbling off into the night. "And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy." He sang, leaving his brother on the floor.

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"What do you mean you don't know?!" Screeched Temari, smacking Kankuro on the head with her fan. It was 10am on a rainy Saturday morning and Temari was pissed off. Very pissed off.

"Ow! That hurt!" Yelped Kankuro, massaging his head.

"Good! You fucking asshole! I can't even trust you to look after a thirteen year-old!"

"I wasn't my fault! He got all hormonal and ran out!"

"Why didn't yo- Wait, Gaara has hormones?!"

"No shit, he's a fucking teenager."

"I know, but still. Does he ever show his emotions?"
Kankuro shrugged.

"What upset him?"

"I told him to turn the TV down whilst I was reading."

"Wait, you never read!"

"Yeah I know, but my friend wanted me to read a story he wrote for college."

"This had better not be a lie Kankuro."

"It's not!"

"I'll ban you from your phone if I find out it is."

"No fair!" He pouted, folding his arms.
"Screw this, I'm going out to look for our sibling that you lost." She said, picking up her fan and opening the front door. "Stay here in case he comes back."

"Whatever." Said Kankuro. He pulled out his phone and began watching pervy videos.

Temari stepped out onto the dusty street and began desperately searching for Gaara. There were way too many people about, he could be anywhere. "Shikamaru, where are you when I need you?" She asked herself under her breath. Her phone buzzed loudly in her pocket. "Hello?" She said, answering the call.

"Temari, it's Baki."
"What's up?"

"Gaara is here. I found him passed out on the street."
"What?! Is he okay?" Her heart sank. How could Kankuro leave his mentally unstable brother to wander off into the night? Especially on a full moon.

"He's fine, just a bit confused and high temperature."

"I'll be right over." She ended the call and raced to Baki's house.

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Itachi whimpered in absolute terror as the rusty iron door opened and Kisame stepped into the cage. Fear gripped his body. Please don't rape me... I'm not ready... please Kisame... He pleaded in his thoughts. He backed into a corner, eyes wide and frightful. "Come, my little weasel, don't be afraid." Said Kisame gently. He took the raven's hand gently and pulled him through the doorframe.

"Where are we going Kisame?" He asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"My bedroom. I thought it'd be more comfortable if I fucked you in the bed this time, not on the cold floor. I must say, that was cruel of me."

Itachi felt tears come to his eyes. Why did Kisame want him so badly?

"What's the matter? Are you scared of me?"

"N-No." He lied, the tears spilling over. As they walked further down the corridor, his heart was thudding so fast, he thought it would break out of his chest. His feet dragged him on reluctantly, he didn't have the strength to fight back, or do anything for that matter. He didn't want sex, he wanted to go home, to be free. But no. His life was pointless and stupid now he was locked in this hell hole.

Kisame looked down at his young lover and wiped the tears from his porcelain face, gently stroking his cheek. "Don't cry. You're too pretty to feel pain." He opened the door and entered his bedroom. It was massive, with a king-sized four poster bed and plasma TV. DVD's were piled high on many shelves, most of them titled: Icha Icha Paradise. Wow, this guy's obsessed. Thought Itachi with a smirk. Kisame pushed him onto the bed and began kissing tenderly up his neck, each kiss sending shivers up his spine. Suddenly, he wanted more and moaned. His lips were suddenly caressing those of Kisame's, his tongue slipping in and out of the older male's mouth. Kisame began unbuttoning the torn remains of Itachi's shirt before stripping himself down to his boxers. "Do you want more?" He breathed seductively.

"Hell yeah." panted Itachi, his hands sliding down his lover's underwear and squeezing his member. Kisame moaned "You're making this difficult aren't you?"

"You bet." He answered, letting the older male strip him of his remaining clothes. Kisame began sucking on Itachi's dick, hands roaming all over his delicate body. The teenager moaned as his erection grew hard, the tingling fire beneath his skin almost unbearable. He moaned louder as Kisame licked slowly up his body and lay on top of him, their eyes full of passion. He bound the eighteen year-old's wrists together with chains and fucked him hard against the wall, getting a satisfying moan or gasp with every strong thrust. "Kisame... s-stop... it h-hurts!" Wailed Itachi through gasps. The chains cut into his wrists and blood poured freely down his arms and body. Soon, he would pass out from blood loss, his wrists stung like crazy and the cuts were getting deeper and deeper. It only gave Kisame more satisfaction, the smell of blood making him want so much more from the helpless teenager. He didn't listen. "I'll do it harder then!" He thrust so hard that Itachi nearly started sobbing from the pain. He began to feel dizzy and lightheaded, as if he wasn't really there, like it was all a terrible nightmare that he would soon wake from. If only it was. He screamed loudly in fear as Kisame released inside him and it wasn't a little bit, it was a lot. The next thing he remembered was Kisame untying him and then he collapsed unconscious to the floor. At least the pain was over.