Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Accidents Happen ❯ The Pain of Man ( Chapter 5 )

Accidents Happen

 

Summery: The Wolf's howl, the Flower's petals, the Beast's whine and the Raven's descent.

 

Warning: This chapter contains rape and incest. You will not be informed of when the acts will occur or when they have ended.

 

Chapter 5

The Pain of Man

 

Kiba rested his right hand on his friend's shoulder to try and calm his nerves, whether or not it was working would remain unclear as the cell's door was unlocked and in stepped two black clad ninja. Kiba found that both were wearing cloth over their nose and mouth and one was holding a large key ring with twelve or more keys attached while the other was holding a torch.
The slightly taller of the two came up to Kiba and stared down at him. Kiba stared defiantly back up. The ninja let out a rough laugh and reached down to grab the dog nin's jaw but nearly had his hand bitten doing so.

“Feisty one, aren't you?” The man's voice was as rough as his laugh. Kiba continued to stare up at him and let out a low growl. “Oh, yes.” The man continued. “I can't wait to torture you,” At this the other nin came in and closed the door behind him, holding the torch above his head to filter light through the small room.
Kiba resisted at first when the man in front of him grabbed him by the collar but stopped when threatened with his friends increase in torture. He was then dragged over to the wall facing his friend's side, and chained there by his wrists.
The man holding the torch placed it in a specially made ring that jetted out of the wall by the door, spreading the light. He then walked over to Kiba's side while the other walked over to Shino's. He ran a hand down the Aburame's side and rested it on the teen's rear end, giving it a slight squeeze.
Kiba growled loudly and dangerously. The man beside him only spared him a quick glace before going back to watching his partner size up the other boy. Kiba wanted to rip the other man's hand from his wrist.
Shino stayed silent, not moving or showing any signs of discomfort or other wise. Just hung his head low and hid his emotions, while the man behind him carefully slid his hand round to the front of the bug user's waist and deliberately undid Shino's pants slowly…

Kiba was torn between watching and looking away. Disgusted yet enthralled at once. His eyes skimmed up to Shino's head only to meet the other's eyes. The brunette knew what the pleading look in those chocolate brown eyes meant, and Kiba nodded his understanding.

The ninja next to the dog nin watched the exchange with careful understanding. He now knew this will have to be rough for the bug user in particular. The man looked pointedly to the Inuzuka.

“Agree to work for Orochimaru sama and your friend will be spared of the pain,” His voice was low and almost bored sounding, strangely reminding Kiba of Nara Shikamaru.

“Go fuck yourself,” The Inuzuka growled back, defiance blazing in his brown eyes.

“Or,” The man continued. “We could just watch your comrade be fucked by mine,” It was more of a statement then a question.

The man above Shino acknowledged the affirmative nod from his partner and the sound of a zipper being undone quickly followed.

Kiba growled though was unsure of just who he was growling at but let his head down.

The sound of cloth hitting the stone floor was quickly followed by the soft sound of skin rubbing on bare skin and the undetectable hitch of Shino's breath and the snake like hiss of the elder man's breath. All these were magnified by the dog user's heightened senses and resulted in making him squirm in rage and his blood boil. The desire to rip both men's throats out became clear and solid in his mind, only to be broken by a single and yet so simple word…

“Kiba…”

 

 

Sakura placed the manila folder carefully into her pack. Zipping up all the other pockets, she started to leave her small quarters, only to backtrack. There, on her pillow, lay the most personal belonging that she had left in Konoha…

The picture of Team 7 gazed silently up to her.

Silent tears traveled slowly down her cheeks. But how…?

“I thought you might need it,” Sakura quickly turned around to see an all too familiar figure standing in the shadows. The man who lead her to Orochimaru, who took her away from Konoha… Kabuto.

She smiled softly to the medic nin.

“Thank you,” The pink haired kunoichi turned round and delicately picked up the picture and placed it in her breast pocket, right over her heart.

 

 

“I wonder where Kiba kun is?” Rock Lee murmured to no one in particular. The little puppy sitting in front of Lee's legs gave a small bark. “Yeah, he is probably coming back up right now,” Akamaru tilted his head to the left.

The sound footsteps slowly crept up the hallway out side of the bar cell. Slowly growing in volume as the owner got ever closer.

There is only one set of steps, and I doubt they would allow Kiba to walk back by himself… Lee let his head hang down, disappointed at his discovery. I'm getting to be really lonely in here, The footsteps stop out side Lee's bar cell and a growl emits from Akamaru. The ringing sound of keys and the creaking sound of the cell door opening announced that the Green Beast of Konoha was no longer alone.

 

 

“Kiba…”

The mentioned Inuzuka quickly looked up to meet Shino's eyes, only to see them closed in a painful way with his mouth open as he softly panted. The name went unheard by the older ninja and it would have been the same for the brunette as well if his senses were not more heightened then that of a normal human being.

“Oh… fuck, yeah, this kid is tight,” The man behind Shino moaned. The bug user's pants had fallen down around his ankles, his member erect in the enemy ninja's grip, his fingers dancing all over the silky skin, while his left hand held on obsessively to Shino's hip, holding himself deep in the Aburame's warmth.

Kiba dropped his head a closed his eyes as the sight before him sent shock waves to his crotch. He gritted his teeth in despair as Shino's panting and the rapist's moans rang clear in his head and his pants started to feel constricting…

Sister tonguing new boyfriend! Sister having sex with new boyfriend! Shit! It's not working. Kiba yelled in his head, trying, unsuccessfully, to will down his ever growing erection. Gai in a bikini! Gai in a pink bikini! Gai in a pink, frilly, bikini with a bow on his head…

 

…

 

…

 

FUCK!

 

Aburame Shino is not know for vocalizing his emotions or needs unless there was no other choice. However, the dull, constant, throbbing, nerve splintering pain was becoming too much to bear. Still, the man above him did not move and ever so slowly the pain started to ebb away…

Is he going to make me enjoy this? Shino dreaded this outcome. Being raped is one thing but having to enjoy it is another. They want Kiba to cooperate with them. Perhaps it has something to do with his clan ability?

“Are you done?” The speaker was the black clad ninja next to Kiba. “Surely he cannot take this long? We have other work to do, other then raping children,” He had a husky accent, deep and cut short at intervals.

“Let me check, ya?” Shino barely suppressed a moan as the man behind him moved himself, somehow, deeper into his body. “Oh, yes. You liked that didn't you?” He whispered into the Aburame's ear. His hand still held his now throbbing member and it was given a tight squeeze, forcing him to use all his will power not to moan though the gasp that managed to escape was audible to the rest.

“Shino!” The said male looked up to the Inuzuka. Kiba gave him a pleading look. “Shino, I… I can't take this,” He looked down to his left.

“N… No, Kiba…” Shino tried his best to keep his voice even and unrushed. Kiba could still hear his pain and slightly erratic breathing. “You p-promised… me” Kiba looked back up. Shino…

Shino could no longer feel any pain when the man held still and he too seemed to realize this. Pulling out till only the tip of his member was encased in Shino's portal, the man speared himself back into the younger male's depth. Shino gritted his teeth as a ragged breath escaped while his rapist released a long, deep, moan.

The cloth over the rapist's face blew in and out with his ragged breathing as he repeated his previous actions, gaining momentum as he went. Angling his thrusts, the man managed to slam himself into Shino's prostate. This time, Shino could do nothing but be over come by the sweet, unwanted, sensations running through his body and moaned as his neck and back arched into the elder's thrusts.

It was as if that single sound broke down a flood gate. His body betrayed him as it arched and meet with the man's thrusts and his mouth wanted to vocalize every sensation that ran like wild fire through his body.

Kiba…Shino tried to imagine that it was Kiba taking his virginity, that it was Kiba who was squeezing his member in a firm grip, Kiba who was placing butterfly kisses along his back and neck, Kiba who was giving him so much pleasure, making him moan, Kiba who would make him spill his seed first…

Shino gave one last, deep, near animal sounding moan, before releasing his seed. The rapist gave several more thrusts before spilling his own essence, coating his inner walls. The Aburame, not used to such a sensation of releasing his seed, was zigzagging back and forth on the line of unconsciousness.

He barely realized what was happening to him and his surroundings. He barely notes his wrists are hanging freely by his side and his body being gently lifted from the wooden bar beneath him only to be into a soft embodiment of warmth around him and an all too familiar smell reached his senses.

Kiba…

 

 

Silken sheets pressed against a smooth, pale, back. A boy's arms were tied behind his head, all of his body, bare to the world while his eyes were covered by black silk.

A cool hand, as pale as the young teen's skin, ran up and down Sasuke's side, letting his purple painted nails gently scratch the skin.

Itachi towered over the form laid before him, shivering, not from the cold breeze that brushed by his bare chest, but from the excitement that ran through him, though he showed not emotion in his face or body movements, but by the glint in his cold, black, eyes.