This story contains violence, gore and rape.
If you do not wish to read that I suggest finding another piece of fiction.
I do not own Naruto or any characters mentioned in this work.

Itachi woke with a jolt. The room was silent and dark. For a moment he couldn't recall why he was lying on the cold floor, but then he remembered Sai occupying his bed. Out of chivalry he had let the boy have the bed alone and had made due here, using his cloak as a pillow. His muscles groaned as he moved and he made a face at the darkness. From the low angle his room seemed quite different. Shadows within the shadows caused every form to warp into undistinguished forms. His room was also undoubtedly, empty.

Itachi hissed and got up, glaring at the bed for its betrayal and then he was out the door, wondering how Sai had managed to get out without his senses picking up on his movements. He was better than Itachi has thought. Quickly he assessed the situation, choosing to walk to the left, deciding it was the most probable way Sai had taken. A low but steady hill upwards suggested a way out. He searched for fifteen minutes before coming to terms with that he was wrong. Frustration coursed through him and he slammed his fist into the wall. That the shinobi had escaped his abilities was a blow to his pride but what almost felt like it choked him was the overwhelming feeling of loss that left him dizzy. How dared Sai leave him!

He spun around and stalked back to his point of origin, this time with his sharingan activated, seeing the faint trail of chakra going the other way. How had he not thought of this before? He followed it, thinking of how he was going to punish the other shinobi for his side-step when he caught him. Letting him escape was not an option. Itachi was furious and he would even kill Leader-sama if the man tried to stop him.

Soon he could see red blood on the floor and he knew the wounds had opened up again. Good, he thought, kicking a door open and revealing Sai covering in a cupboard. His chakra sparked as he knew he was caught and Itachi stalked over, prying the door open as he glared at the boy, his eyes blazing.

Sai looked even worse than before; his skin had taken a sickly grey colour and his hair laid plastered against his forehead. His eyes looked dulled. Itachi grabbed his arm and jerked him up – his skin was feverously hot. His wounds bleed heavily though the bandage.

"What are you thinking?" he snarled. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Sai shrugged away from his shout, blinking frightened at him. Then a shot of defiance crossed his face and he pressed his other arm to his chest, as it protecting it from him. Itachi looked down and narrowed his eyes. There against Sai's chest the black headband from the dungeon was pressed against him. The konoha-symbol facing his heart.

Itachi let go of him as if he was burnt, then he slapped him as hard as he could over the face. Sai was knocked to the floor by the punch and Itachi kicked him in the abdomen, right against the wounds. Sai cried out and tried crawling away but Itachi forced him to his back and sat down over him, slapping him until he stopped moving. Sai's breathing was loud, strained and the boy blinked, by some miracle still awake and Itachi straddled his thighs instead, tearing the bandage away to see the damage.

The wound was opened again and Itachi stuck his finger into it, probing to find what was inside. His fingers grew slick from the blood, Sai whimpered painfully. Meeting no real resistance he pulled his finger back and met Sai's eyes. He untied his pants and those orbs widened with fear. Itachi stroked himself hard, feeling how the blood coaxed his manhood into becoming sticky. He liked how it felt. Not breaking eye contact he shifted to lie over him. Sai whimpered but had yet to get the idea.

Then, Itachi pushed into the wound and Sai howled trashing around before growing very still. Itachi slapped his cheek, waking him up again as he thrust harshly, not sure what to think about this new sensation. Sai cried and seemed to grow paler by the second and Itachi pulled out, not wanting his pet to die. Blood gushed out and his own pale shin was red by the manhood. Itachi watched it fascinated before going up and pushing it into Sai's mouth, forcing him to taste his excitement as well as his own blood. Sai gagged and Itachi came, shooting his seed deep into his throat.

Sai coughed and quivered before passing out, the massive blood loss becoming too much. Itachi redressed calmly and hoisted his naked pet up bridal-style again, carrying him with purpose to the infirmary. Sai's punishment had just started.

Sai woke to a throbbing pain. He cracked his eyes open faintly at the ceiling. It looked like the seal of his tomb. His body felt slow, as he had to force his way through thick mud and it took him an hours trying just to move a finger. Then he fell asleep again.

Itachi was annoyed. He stalked the path up and down from Sai's hospital bed to the door, then back, every now and then glaring at his pet taking all the time in the world to rest. An iv-drop hang from a railing, by it hanged several bags of blood just waiting for their turn to go into the boy.

Itachi didn't like the medical men of the lair, but he knew they must be very talented since they got picked out by Leader-sama himself. That didn't mean he had to trust them. He has witnessed them giving Sai a couple of syringes and how he was starting to suspect that they were keeping the boy asleep on purpose. Perhaps some visions from his sharingan could put them in another mood.

"Itachi-san." Itachi spun around, glaring passionately at Leader-sama came in. Speak of the Devil, he thought. "How is the patient?"

"Recovering." Itachi turned back to stare at Sai, growing more passive as he spoke.

"Good." Leader said, coming up to stand by his side. Itachi's gut flipped at having Leader so close to his Sai. "I have plans for this one, Itachi-san." Leader glanced dangerously his way. "You killing it is not suitable." Itachi grit his teeth.

"What kind of plans?" he hissed, trying to contain some of that anger from reaching the other Akatsuki's ears.

"Plans that doesn't require your knowledge." Leader looked back to Sai. "You are simply it's keeper for the time being." A stab went through his heart and settled by his stomach.

"I see." he answered, staring at Sai. "I understand now."

"Good," Leader nodded and turned, leaving as silently as he came. Itachi stared at Sai as he slowly crossed his arms.

"I understand now that I must kill you, Leader-sama." When the time came, he would be sure to have a plan. No one was going to take Sai away. At that moment, Sai finally woke.

"Naruto..?" He mumbled, fuelling Itachi's anger to flames again.

"No," he said dangerously and stepped up to the edge of the bed. "Itachi." Sai couldn't contain his whimper before he opened passive eyes to watch him.

"Where's my headband?" Itachi crocked his head and watched him, keeping his arms neatly folded over his chest.

"I threw it into the stove. I'm sure you will be pleased to hear that your headband is now helping us to keep temperature this far below ground." Sai stared at him, didn't react.

"You're a horrible liar." he just said and turned his face away from him. Itachi knew for a fact that he was an excellent liar. He grabbed the other's chin and made him look at him.

"You will do what I tell you to do, exactly when I say it, do you understand me?" Sai seemed to consider spitting in his face. Itachi squeezed tightly. "I'll be everything you think about, the only one who matters. You belong to me now." He let go. "It will do you good to realize that." Sai swallowed thickly and shifted ever so slightly away from him.

"I belong to Konoha." Itachi stared at him passively.

"Not anymore."

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