Merry Christmas everybody! I'm really, really sorry for taking so long to update but I just moved to Tombstone, Arizona and I was still getting everything situated and finding a new job so that's what took so long. Haha, I've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off lately so I hope you guys appreciate the new chapter. It's a little graphic but it's not really that bad. If you don't like blood though you might want to skip it.
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Chapter 6:
That night Kiba lay close to Itachi, tucked against his side, his brown eyes focused on a long strand of black hair just in front of his face. Anxiety chewed at him a little and he bit at his lower lip as he tried to come up with some way to start his gruesome tale. He'd never told the full story to anyone but Tsunade and he wasn't sure what words to use in such an intimate setting. Kiba didn't want Itachi to think less of him. If Itachi regretted starting something with him Kiba knew it would break what little hope there was left in him.
"When were you captured?" Itachi asked after several silent moments, his chest moving a little underneath Kiba's cheek.
A little relieved at the opening Itachi gave him Kiba took a deep breath and started his tale, his gaze becoming glazed as his mind returned to those weeks years ago. "It was a simple c ranked retrieval mission to Iwa four years ago….."
"Go! Kurenai-sensei the mission has to be completed and this is the only way!" Kiba urged, throwing a glace over his shoulder. He could sense the enemy getting closer, at least six of above chuunin level nin.
"But Kiba-" Hinata protested, her lavender eyes worried as she too watched the enemy. She was the only one besides Kiba who could sense how many ninja were truly after them.
"Go, dammit!" Kiba shouted this, his face turning just the slightest bit animalistic. "Akamaru will carry Kurenai-sensei and I'll distract them long enough for you to get safe." He ignored the low growl from Akamaru, who carried the unconscious Kurenai.
"Kiba." This was from Shino, who met Kiba's eyes seriously, his glasses long since lost. Understanding passed between the two boys and Shino pulled his injured arm closer and turned to Hinata. "It's the only choice left, Hinata."
Hinata looked at her brunette team mate for another seconds before nodding firming and turning to disappear into the trees. Kiba had seen the tears in her eyes and understood. Akamaru gave his owner one mournful look before bounding after the girl.
Shino paused and Kiba touched his shoulder lightly. "Tell everyone I love them and not to waste time being sad." Kiba told him seriously with a sharp grin. Shino nodded just as seriously before following behind Kiba's dog.
Kiba watched Shino disappear with a heavy heart, knowing he wasn't ever going to be seeing his team mates again. His chances of survival were slim to none and Kiba wasn't too hopeful. With a little shake Kiba turned and faced his enemies with a feral grin. The least he could do was make his death hard on them.
Kiba closed his eyes with a little sigh. "Six chuunin rank against one genin. I didn't stand a fucking chance and I knew it. It never even occurred to me that they would keep me alive." He stopped, his heart beating a mile a minute. His throat felt clogged and his voice was a little hoarse.
"What happened next?" Itachi urged gently, his voice low and soft, almost a whisper. His arm tightened around Kiba and one hand stroked down Kiba's muscled back soothingly.
"They dragged me back to their camp." Kiba said his tone dead and listless. "A prize for their leader, they said. That's when I met her."
Kiba hit the carpeted floor with a low groan, gritting his teeth tightly in pain. With his hands tied behind his back and his body one big ache it took him several seconds to shift himself upright, his head spinning dizzily. With a grunt he sat back on his butt, blinking a little blearily at the beautiful woman sitting primly in a chair dressed in a formal kimono. If he were straight he definitely would have liked the view, his brain thought fuzzily.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked bluntly, his mind hazy and aching from a concussion, his thoughts scattered and just a tad confused.
"My, what a mouth you have, shinobi-san, and on one so young." The woman commented, amused as her moss green eyes scanned his almost bare body. If he'd been in his right mind he would have seen the perverted gleam in those eyes. Or the almost pitying looks the two ninja behind him were giving him. "My name is Sumigasa Kyoko."
"Like the merchants?" Kiba slurred, his glazed eyes drifting over the luxurious room surrounding him. His mind, shinobi trained, made the name connection although he wasn't completely aware of what that meant.
"Exactly like the merchants." She told him with a calculating look. "I'd like to know what was on the scroll from Iwagakure." Her tone was pleasant and her movements were graceful as she poured herself a cup of tea. The tea set was expensive, of the finest quality.
Despite his mind being disoriented Kiba's shinobi training kicked in and his animal like eyes focused on her face sharply. There was no way in hell he was going to give her any information on his mission. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He said even though he knew that she would know he was lying.
"Hmm, I'm sure lies aren't necessary." Her voice was still pleasant and a smile curved her lips as she waved the two guards forward. "Give him 50 lashes and throw him in the hole for three days with no food or water." She instructed them, her smile turning just the littlest bit dark.
"Yes, Sumigasa-sama." The two guards droned dutifully, stepping forward to grab Kiba by either arm.
"They used a cat of nine tales with metal barbs at the end." Kiba shut his eyes, his memory vivid. "I still remember the blood spraying across the wall." A shudder went down his spine. "Then they threw me into a 3x3 hole in the ground."
Itachi rubbed Kiba's back soothingly, feeling angry and sad on Kiba's behalf. If he could he would find every single one of Kiba's torturers and kill them himself. As it was he had a feeling that Kiba hadn't even begun his horror story.
"By the time they got me out my animal side was nearly insane. I couldn't think straight, my senses going crazy. I could barely walk straight, even after they fully healed my back." Kiba paused and took a deep breath. "I thought that was the worse they could do to me, the naïve little idiot that I was. It didn't get worse until a few days later, after they'd whipped me several times and then had me healed and then whipped again. That was when they brought me back to Kyoko."
Kiba's eyes swept the room he'd woken in for the third time, still horror stricken. Wide brown eyes scanned the walls, terrified and sickened. Every single inch of the walls were covered with torture devises and sexual toys. Everything from wooden paddles, dildos and nipple clamps to barbed whips, collars and cock rings littered the walls, hung precisely on hooks. Feeling sick he tugged on the chains tying him tightly to the large bed and again couldn't feel any give in the ties.
Before Kiba's vivid imagination could come up with too many horrifying scenarios the door opened and Kyoko strolled in, wearing a barely there lingerie set, complete with corset, fish net stockings, crotch less panties and six inch heels, all in a flashy emerald that set off her eyes. Feeling not the least bit attracted Kiba stared for a moment, gape mouthed, as she strolled into the room carrying a syringe filled with yellow fluid.
"Did you enjoy your stay so far, ninja-san?" Kyoko asked as though speaking of the weather instead of torture as she circled the bed to his right side and took a seat on the bed. Her eyes swept over his naked form casually, lust darkening her eyes.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Kiba burst, honestly thinking the woman insane. Was she going to rape him? Torture him? Whatever she did he was sure it couldn't be worse than the hole. He wouldn't find out how wrong he was until later.
"Oh, I assure you there's nothing wrong with my mental health." She told him cheerfully, the smile curving her red lips out of place and sickening to Kiba. "Now, tell me your name." It was a demand, the syringe tapping rhythmically against her thigh.
"Fuck you." He growled, unwilling to tell her shit. If she hadn't broken him by now she never would, was his naïve thought.
She laughed a little, her eyes lighting up. "Patience, we'll come to that later. Right now I just want your name."
"You're insane if you think I'll screw you." Kiba protested, shaking his head sharply. He tried to edge away from her hand as she reached out to touch his chest marking but was unable to move more than a few inches. Her touch felt wrong and sickening against his skin, her hand icy on his warm chest.
"Do you see this?" She asked him as she held up the syringe. The yellow liquid gleamed ominously as she lowered the needle to his restrained arm. He jerked a little, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop her. "This is a highly efficient aphrodisiac. It will make this-" Her other hand gripped his flaccid member suddenly making him jerk again and his eyes widen in horror. "Harder than a rock and there will be nothing you can do about it." With those terrifying words she pressed the needle into his skin and injected the yellow liquid into him.
"What the fuck? Are you so pathetic you have to rape teenagers to get your kicks?" He demanded harshly, pulling futilely at the thick ties holding him. His muscles strained and he tried to pull his hips away from her invading hand but again to no results. Despair and desperation with a good dose of fear was beginning to cloud his mind as he realized that she was indeed going to get away with raping him.
"Ah, but you see…." She paused as his member began, to his sick horror, to harden in her hand and heat started enveloping his senses. "All the fun is watching them squirm in pain and humiliation, forced to feel the pleasure I give them no matter what they want."
"You're fucking insane." He panted, feeling the heat begin to spiral deep in his stomach. He gritted his teeth, trying to will his rebellious arousal down but failing miserably. Shame rolled in his chest but he tried to ignore it. This wasn't his fucking fault.
She only smiled, leaning over him to press her stained red lips against his. Her other hand dropped the syringe and gripped his chin, keeping him from turning away. Clenching his eyes shut Kiba tried not to think about his first kiss being taken by this bitch and waited. He waited until he felt her tongue touch his lips, then snapped his sharp canine teeth down on her tongue. She groaned in pain and he let her go, blood coating his mouth and dripped down his chin.
Sitting up again she grinned in delight and he realized with disgust that she'd enjoyed the pain. Trying to ignore the hand circling his cock he spit a mouthful of blood, hitting her square in the chest. Her grin only widened.
"I'm going to love hearing you beg." She promised him, releasing his chin to run her hand down his chest.
Kiba clenched his eyes shut, realizing any reaction he gave her would only encourage her. So he would lay here and take it all silently. Despite his cock being almost painfully hard under her hand he gritted his teeth and tried to ignore it all. To think he could ignore her was one of his last hopelessly naïve thoughts.
Kiba breathed out roughly, tears running down his face. "By the end of that night I was begging like some kind of bitch in heat. I told her my name, my rank, hell even my clan name. I was humiliated and disgusted with myself."
"Kiba, she was no doubt extremely experienced doing what she did. I'm sure most people would have broken under such pressure." Itachi told him, understanding and maybe a little bit of experience in his voice. Itachi himself had teased his partners before and knew that any aphrodisiac as powerful as the one she used would have made anyone easy prey for even the inexperienced.
Kiba looked up at Itachi; his despairing face making Itachi's hardened heart clench. "She marked me." He told Itachi blankly, one of his hands going to the back of his neck where a scar was prominent. "She told me I was her puppy and that she owned me."
"You're such a good puppy, Kiba." Kyoko crooned softly, nipping softly at his pectoral muscle with blunt teeth. Her eyes were dark and teasing as she watched Kiba's face.
"Please, please, no more." Kiba begged, his whole body trembling with pain. Blood stained the white sheets around him but none of his wounds were open anymore. Tears streamed down his face, his thirteen year old mentality long gone, replaced by something desperately terrified. "Please, please."
Kyoko pouted prettily, straddling his upper thighs as she bent over his chest. She tapped a finger to her lip as though in real thought even though the look in her eyes was already decided. "I think you need some more brands, Kiba, perhaps one here…" She touched a finger to his shoulder where it met his neck. He flinched violently, the ties around his wrists tightening. "And then maybe some here." She drew a finger from his hip all the way up to his nipple and then up around his shoulder and down his arm.
"No, no, no…" He shook his head again weakly, feeling faint with pain and his eyes welled. His painfully hard arousal throbbed, only adding to his trembling and humiliation, as it rubbed up against her stomach. "Please, Kyoko, please, no."
"What did you just call me, Kiba-chan?" Kyoko asked, her eyes suddenly menacing as they snapped up to his. Her finger walk crawled up his chest as she waited for his terrified answer.
Kiba nearly froze, fear lancing up his spine. When she got that look in her eyes it was never good for him. "Mistress! Please, I didn't mean to, please! Mistress!" He stumbled, humiliation sticking in his throat but his terror stronger, forcing the words out.
"No, no, that just won't do, Kiba-chan." Kyoko tutted playfully, wagging a finger at him. She bent closer to his chest, grinning with all her teeth. "Who do you belong to?" She asked, scraping his chest with her teeth lightly. Her bare nipples rasped across his lower abs.
Kiba stared up at her, in pain and beyond humiliated. He knew if he gave in now he would be lost forever, spiraling into her sick web exactly the way she wanted him to. His body ached, numerous healed wounds stinging with newly made scar tissue, his eyes stung with tears, his muscles felt strained and weak, his cock was hardened to agony, and his pride hung in tatters. Could he really give away the rest of himself to this woman? The answer was easy; he turned his head away from her, tightly clenching his eyes shut.
"Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, you can be so stubborn." Kyoko purred sounding not at all disappointed. In fact she seemed pleased by his decision. "I'll just have to show you exactly who you belong to."
With those words in warning she sank her blunt teeth into his chest, breaking the skin easily and ripping into his muscle. Kiba clenched his jaw as pain rippled through him and made not a sound, knowing this wouldn't be the worst. No, she wasn't nearly finished yet. He could feel blood pour from the wound, staining the sheets further, but kept his eyes closed and his face turned away.
Her tongue came out and she licked at the streams of blood, red staining her chin, a wicked gleam in her green eyes. With a little sigh he'd come to recognize she raised herself up, grasping his stiffened erection and sank down on him. He couldn't control his flinch then, hating the wet heat that surrounded him, and sickened by the entire rape of his person. With a little moan she reached down and laid on chakra laden hand over the bite she'd just made.
This time he screamed, bucking his hips as searing agony ripped through him, the wound burning as it pulled together. Scar tissue slowly formed in the wound, leaving his skin perfectly smooth but still visibly scarred. Eyes glazed with pain he watched as Kyoko laughed at his pain, her hips rising and falling as she took her pleasure from him. He couldn't do anything but writhe there in agony, feeling sickened and dirty, her wet heat seemingly spreading to his soul and horrifying him.
Itachi tightened his hold on Kiba, feeling angry and murderous. In most situations Itachi tended to avoid violence but in this case he wouldn't hesitate to cut this Kyoko's throat. His eyes flickered red as he thought of the horrid women and he knew if she wasn't already dead she would be in the future.
"She damaged me and I'm never going to get better. When I got back I nearly broke my teammates ribs because she hugged me." Kiba clenched his eyes shut and pressed his nose into Itachi's chest. The telling of the story wasn't as bad as he'd thought but it still made the wounds seem fresh and painful. "Hinata is so sweet, she stutters for god's sake, yet I couldn't even let her get within a few feet of me for almost a year."
"Kiba, you were tortured, I'm sure Hinata understood. If she did not then that is no fault of yours." Itachi murmured soothingly, running a hand softly through Kiba's hair. His possessive instincts were warring for revenge yet he knew there was nothing he could do at the moment.
"I hope so." Kiba paused and one of his hands went to the long scars running down his chest. His eyes were dark with gruesome thoughts. "She gave me these when she thought I was completely broken, almost twelve weeks into my imprisonment. By then I hadn't said a word for weeks, I hadn't eaten for several days, I was weak and in pain and my only hope was death. I'd stayed chained to that same bed for weeks, getting raped, whipped, bitten, and cut and then healed so she could start all over again on a fresh canvas." His voice had dropped until he was whispering, Itachi straining to hear him as his fury grew.
Kiba followed the gleaming kunai as the wickedly sharp blade traced a path down him chest. The blade hadn't cut into his skin yet but he was sure it would at any moment. By now he knew Kyoko enjoyed giving him pain and wouldn't lose any opportunity to hurt him. With deadened eyes Kiba looked up into her pretty face.
When she'd begun her sick tortures on him Kiba had been a little horrified by her appearance. How could such an utterly beautiful woman come to this sick depravity? Now Kiba knew better. Her prettiness just hid what she really was. Now he understood Kakashi's famous quote 'underneath the underneath'. Kyoko hid the dark sick being that she was under her pretty face and expensive kimonos. There was nothing about her the was good or kind, only darkness and gruesome sadism.
"I think it's time, puppy." Kyoko laughed, her green eyes gleaming. She held the point of the kunai to his left knee, just above the joint. "You're broken! You have nothing more for me to take. You're nothing but a sniveling little puppy, to be thrown away when I'm done with you." A sneer had come to her pretty face. "You're not even good enough to keep. You broke just as easily as the animal you are."
With those words she began to cut, the kunai leaving a fiery path up his thigh and past his groin. Blood began to pour from the deep gash and he whimpered as her fingers, covered with chakra, followed the bleeding line. Her chakra healed the wound as she went but the healing burned like fire, ten times more painful than the wound itself. Kiba knew from past experience that the tainted healing would leave perfectly smooth scars behind.
By the time she'd reached his left nipple Kiba was shaking with agony, his sharp teeth clenched and a fine layer of sweat covering his naked body. His eyes, glazed and wide with pain, focused on the ceiling, his pupils elongating as his animal side took some of the pain. He tried to ignore her happy humming as she worked, long since dead to her enjoyment of his torture.
When she dug a little too deeply into his shoulder blade and nicked his bone, he whimpered, her sarcastic "Opps!" washing right over him and away. Although he still felt the pain, could still feel it scraping along every one of his nerves, he'd become quite good at ignoring it. Breathing deeply through his teeth he tried to avoid even looking down at her. He could vaguely feel the blood streaming down his chest, but tried to ignore that too. That's what his life had become since he'd been captured, one attempt at ignorance after another.
It took her nearly an hour to complete both sides of his new scars. From his knees all the way up over his nipples, angled to his shoulders then down his arms and stretching to his thumbs. His whole body felt on fire and his jaw ached from clenching his teeth. Tears streamed down his cheeks, staining the sheets beside the puddles of his blood. His vision wavered with blood loss and he felt faint and sick. Tremors shook his whole body and the chains holding his to the bed shook with him, rattling faintly. Although she'd done more degrading things to him in the past, nothing she'd ever done had been quite this agonizing.
"Aww, is my little puppy in pain?" Kyoko purred, pressing her curvy body against his. She didn't seem affected at all that she'd just tortured a thirteen year old mercilessly. Instead she pulled one of the now familiar yellow syringes from the bed side table. "Well, let me fix that for you."
As she injected the aphrodisiac into him kiba shut his eyes, wishing he could just die and get it all over with. It was clear to him that he wasn't going to be rescued and as weak as he was there wasn't any possibility of escape. Would he live here until she killed him? Tortured and raped beyond his endurance? The thought was more horrifying than anything she'd ever done to him before.
"I wanted ta die, right then and there." Kiba said bluntly. "I would have killed myself at the first available moment. Sometimes I wake up after a nightmare and still feel the same way."
Itachi gritted his teeth, horrified and saddened by what had happened to Kiba. He pulled the brunette even closer, nearly draping the boy over his chest. "I'm glad you didn't." Then because he couldn't bear to hear any more about Kiba's torture he asked. "How did you escape?"
"She got lax." He told Itachi, resting his chin on Itachi's chest and just looking up at the older shinobi. His cheeks were still wet with tears. "She thought she'd beat everything out of me and that I was too weak to get away. I don't blame her, I thought I was too weak to escape but apparently I'm not an Inuzuka genius for nothing."
Kyoko laughed as she undid the chains binding him to the bed. "You're so pathetic, too weak to do anything, aren't you puppy?" She mocked as she stepped away from the bed, leaving him completely unchained. "You won't move, do you hear me, puppy? You'll stay right there or you won't ever be unchained again." She commanded, turning away with disdain. She obviously thought him so broken down that he really wouldn't move for fear of punishment.
Clearly she'd underestimated his animal side. With a brief flicker in his eyes the beast in him took over, his pupils elongating and his fangs sharpening. Silently he rolled off the bed, nearly stumbling on his weak legs but managing to keep himself upright through sheer force of will. A deep resonating rumble began in his chest, bursting from his mouth as a deafening growl. Kyoko whirled back around, startled, her green eyes widening at the sight of his beast half.
"Ooh, I knew you were a beast, I knew there was something else there." She murmured, sounding fascinated. Her lips began to turn up in a vicious grin, seemingly unafraid of the beast standing in front of her.
"I'm going to kill you." He hissed harshly, taking a step towards her. His beast was in total control now, his human side safely tucked away in his subconscious.
For the first time Kyoko seemed to realize that Kiba was in fact dangerous, no matter what she'd done to him to weaken him. With a little frown beginning to turn down her lips she opened her mouth to call for the guards always waiting just outside. Except it was already too late. By the time her mouth had opened Kiba was on her, the beast wanting revenge for all the things she'd done to him.
"I tore her throat out and left her there ta bleed ta death." Kiba said absently, thinking the sheer satisfaction he'd felt with her blood running down his hands. With a shudder he returned to the story. "Luckily for me there was an air vent that I could get through. The room she'd kept me in wasn't secure, the only thing that had kept me there was the chains on the bed. So I slipped out through the air vents. Imagine my surprise when I realized I was in the fire country, not all that far from Konoha. It took me barely five hours to get back."
Itachi breathed a light sigh, both of his arms wrapping tightly around Kiba. "I'm glad she was careless." He pressed his cheek to Kiba's, keeping them close together. "I don't know what I would do if you weren't here with me now." And although it sounded cheap and too soon, Itachi was being perfectly honest. He didn't know how he would have gotten over the pain and heartache of his return to Konoha without Kiba there to warmly greet him.
Kiba pulled away to look at Itachi's face, searching for the sincerity that he needed. When he found it he pressed closer, feeling exactly the same way. He was sure if it wasn't for Itachi he would be in his apartment right now, feeling sick and unworthy, waiting for his next Anbu assignment. Pressing his lips to Itachi's he let Itachi take control, feeling safe and wanted for the first time in a very long time.
Itachi accepted control gratefully, glad that Kiba knew he was speaking the absolute truth. Keeping the kiss soft, merely brushes of the lips, he savored the contact. Finally after several soft kisses Itachi pulled away and looked down into Kiba's eyes, seeing hundreds of things in Kiba's mocha brown gaze. Most importantly he saw a future between the two of them, a future where both of them could heal the damage the world had done to them in their lives as shinobi.
"I think I'm starting to love you." Kiba whispered, sounding uncertain and the vulnerable look in his eyes making Itachi's heart clench and warm at the same time.
"I know I already love you." Itachi told him, speaking honestly and with full sincerity. He hadn't felt this way in his entire life and for once in his life he wanted to embrace the feeling for himself, not for anyone else. He smiled at his soon to be lover as the uncertainty melted from Kiba's face.
There was a warm silence between the two of them as Kiba set his head down on Itachi's chest, curling around the older man. They both fell asleep not long after that, feeling secure and safe in their feelings for the first time in a long time.