Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Bound genius ❯ Suspended Pleasure ( Chapter 1 )

Shikamaru cringed. He didn't know how. He could hardly remember when. But he'd been captured by the akatsuki. He knew the mission was practically suicidal, and so had everyone else. They'd calculated it, made the gamble.

The group had valuable information. Konoha needed it, any means necessary. Instead of blindly sending in a team or teams, they needed to send in one special operative. If they had sent a team, then they all would have been killed, and the information wasn't so hard to acquire. It was just staying alive once you get it.

Solution? Send one ninja. Said ninja gets it, records it, and uses a special jutsu to teleport the copy directly to Tsunade. Said ninja then is left to try to get out, but all hope is virtually gone by this time. So why him? Wasn't he a promising prodigy? A blossoming young ninja, hardly going into prim mode? Well, just because he didn't know whatever other random ninja Tsunade could have sent, doesn't mean he or she wasn't a budding ninja as well, or in their prime. Everyone has a life after all.

He was chosen because no one except the Hokage herself would have a chance of fighting out of the Akatsuki hideout single handed. Well, maybe Naruto, but the Akatsuki was trying to capture him, so it defeated the purpose to send him into their lair.

It had taken even more sacrificial/suicidal missions and informants to get to this stage.

Well, at least he'd accomplished the mission. He was pretty sure he was about to either A) be tortured or B) be raped, or a crude mixture of the two. Or rape was considered torture by some people…Off that subject. He needed to be thinking of a way out, not the ethics of whether rape was torture or just an extremely unpleasant act.

The reasoning for the two conclusions was drawn because he was still alive, and chained up in the middle of a room. His legs had more free room then his arms, but only enough so he could kick around a bit, if he didn't mind the about-to-pull-your-arms-out-of-their-sockets feeling of being suspended at the wrist.

It felt like a leather cord had been tied at his ankles, whereas he felt more of a leather buckle on his wrists, along with the sound of clinking. It wasn't the ominous sound of giant links, like in horror stories. It was actually a somewhat pleasant little chinking, indicating small links. He still had on all his clothes, whatever bits getting in the way of the bonds cut away. He could feel the frayed edges against his body.

He didn't know where his head band had gone. The comforting feel of it on his arm was gone. He felt strange without it on. He could feel a warm, softness at his neck. More leather he guessed. It felt more like a collar, actually. His mind was leaning more toward rape now, but torture was still a high possibility.

His eyes shot to the door, watching as a dark haired figure came in. The torchlight flickered around him, illuminating the lines that ran from what looked like his tear ducts in a diagonal. Charcoal eyes gleamed at him, not really holding much emotion, or at least not showing any. He looked like an older, more serious, more deadly Sasuke. A version of Sasuke that Shikamaru almost immediately feared.

His apparent fear made the other smirk, slightly. He stepped up, surveying him, eyes taking in every detail. One hand stretched out, grasping a wrist, and tugging experimentally. Shikamaru winced sufficiently, telling to the fact that the bonds were pulling his arms in the right angle. It was comfortable in that angle, until he tried to move out of it. The pulling chains forced his arms to move into unnatural angles if he tried it.

The elder Uchiha frowned, thinking. Shikamaru stayed quiet, wondering if he could find a way to get out after all. The Uchiha was an indiscriminate killer, but he was also twisted enough to let one person live. He left Kakashi and the others alone when it got in the way to fight them. If he could only find a way to make Itachi think it was in his best interest to let him out….It was a very, very long shot.

He jumped when he felt his arms being moved by the chains. He didn't have time to look around for who the hell was doing it, because the movement was pushing his arms wrong, twisting his limbs out of there sockets, forcing him to close his eyes and concentrate on not crying out.

He exhaled a sigh when the angle abruptly changed, so that he had to stand on the balls of his feet, his arms stretched above his head. When he opened his eyes, he was met with an Uchiha, with a slightly bigger smirk. He expected some sound, an affirmative that that was how Itachi wanted him, but all he got was the smirk. He decided to try his ploy of reasoning, since it was obvious Itachi would never start a conversation on his own.

“Why the chains? It's not like I got anything to hide. I'm just a chuunin; I don't know any big secrets. What's the point in killing me?” He said, looking at the other's eyes. Still black.

“What would be the point in keeping you alive, if you are so worthless to us, Shikamaru-kun?” He said in a monotone. Shikamaru's back shivered, and he nearly closed his eyes again. Not that it really mattered, he was already defenseless. His chakra was eaten up coming in and teleporting the information, so he was running on pure body, and that had never been his strong suit.

“There's no point to either. But wouldn't it just be a waste to kill me? Another body to dispose of, my friends feeling more hate to you and probably rushing in here blindly, destroying your base and undoubtedly killing more of your people, like Sasori.” Shikamaru explained, watching for any facial changes. A twitch at the lips, unnoticeable if he weren't watching for anything.

“We could abandon this base, and let your friends swarm it. We know jutsu that would wipe your precious friends away, and from the rubble we could collect the Kyuubi vessel.” Shikamaru felt like cursing. While his mind was racing, fingers had gently, so softly he hadn't noticed, threaded under the hemline of his pants and boxers. He didn't notice until the beginning of his privates had been exposed, and the cold had shocked him out of his calculating stupor.

“Hey! There's definitely no point to raping me!” He said, losing his composure somewhat as the hands didn't even so much as pause. He seriously thought about kicking him, with what little room the cords on his ankles allowed; when he kneeled down to remove them. He felt the cords slide off, and the clothes be pulled off, before the cords were back on. He looked down, and nearly cursed out loud. The cords were easy enough to slip off, if he had had his hands free. Itachi looked up, sharingan now activated.

“There's no point for you. There's a point for me.” He spoke lowly. Shikamaru flinched at the tone, the look, the entire situation. He'd heard of bondage before, but never thought he would participate, and especially not with another male. He hadn't thought anyone could think him attractive at all bound and nude, but there and again he was proven wrong.

“So you like that I'm going to be screaming in agony. You get off on the fact I'll struggle? I didn't think even you were that twisted.” He said. He couldn't believe it once he did. What happened to rationalizing his way out? He'd definitely lost his composure now. Was there a chance anymore?

“No. I am not that twisted, Shikamaru-kun. You simply won't be screaming in agony.” He stated, running a hand along his inner thigh. Shikamaru sucked in a breath. The little butterfly touch wasn't bad, it didn't drip acid down his legs, and he didn't feel like the filthiest thing in the world had touched him. He tried to keep his body from reacting, but he couldn't help it. It was his fist time being touched that way by someone else and the fact Itachi was beautiful once you got over the psychotic part didn't help his spreading legs or hardening member. Itachi smirked that small, near smile he used, before pulling out Shikamaru's headband.

“So innocent…” He said softly, fingers tracing the symbol that was still whole. Shikamaru watched him warily, a blush on his cheeks from his reaction. Itachi knelt down, pressing the headband into Shikamaru's half-hard state, the headband diagonal so a bit of it still showed around the blue cloth. He grabbed an edge of said cloth, pulling it behind the Nara, his other hand bringing the other side under, between his legs. He tied it tight, restricting Shikamaru's erection while the cloth gently cradled his sac.

When he stood back to survey it, he actually allowed his smirk to be cast as a small smile. He could see the fine trembling as the boy resisted squirming, the way he tried to close his legs but was stopped by the cool press of the metal. His red eyes took in the line on his inner thighs; the one that shows the person is fit, with muscle. The way Shikamaru was spread made it apparent that even though he was lazy, he somehow attained a slim build, having the many delicious creases a fit body has.

As the red eyes traveled up, he was distracted by the small jacket. The boy had come in with a proper chuunin vest, but Itachi had discarded it. The boy had piqued his interest, being intelligent rather then trying to inundate foes with power. It had been a while since anyone had measured up on that scale, most simply memorizing many jutsu and calling it genius. He stepped forward, circling, pulling out a kunai. He enjoyed watching the muscles tighten as Shikamaru heard the sound of ripping, felt the fingers pulling his jacket off his body, leaving him in his net shirt.

“D-do you really…Are you really…”Shikamaru asked lowly, his back arching forward as Itachi's finger slid down his spine. He hated it, but what else could he do? He'd never been to sexually active, he had nothing to base this off. His body was hungry for the touch it had never received, starved for to many years, and his mind wasn't faring to well either. He heard the soft chuckle, the faint amusement breathed out onto his neck as Itachi came up behind him, bending down, wrapping arms trapped in the heavy akatsuki cloak around Shikamaru's waist.

“Yes.” He said, before turning his head and biting into Shikamaru's nape, teeth on either side of the boy's spine. He heard the gasp, felt how the younger bowed under it, spine tingling. He slid his hands up, nails corkscrewing around the tightened nipple, revolutions getting tighter and tighter until his index rested at the top of each pert bud.

When he felt Shikamaru's narrow chest start to pant, tasted the heat coming from him, he drew back. His hands went back behind his head, undoing his own headband, not moving from behind the bound Nara.

“See no sin, Shikamaru-kun.” He said as he put it over his eyes. He felt the breath quicken between his lips, felt the increase of hot moisture on his wrist as he tied the symbol of betrayal over Shikamaru's eyes.

Shikamaru could feel the tracery heat over his eyes, and he wondered if it really was Itachi's very own headband that now had him blinded. He wished more then ever his arms were free, so that he could feel the leaf symbol, feel the scratch running through it. His head whipped to the side as he heard cloth rustling, dropping. His heart sped, images going through his head.

His throat convulsed as he felt the press of another body on his front. His net shirt was compressed into his skin, and he knew if he made it out he'd have red lines criss-crossing on his skin. He jumped as he felt a sudden soft wetness on his ear, a sound clawing at his larynx to escape. He crushed it, biting the inside of his teeth as the mouth moved to the skin under his ear, down his jaw. His own lips trembled as the killers hovered over, pressing onto his.

He opened his mouth, the sound unable to be contained. His face turned hot as he heard it, a low, sultry moan, and he almost snapped his mouth shut. He was stopped in his tracks as Itachi snuck his tongue in, eating up the sexual noise he'd inadvertently loosed. His mind was feverish, but before he could work up the courage and energy to bite down on Itachi, the older teen pulled free. His hands pinched Shikamaru's nipples as he did so. Although Shikamaru couldn't see it, Itachi had closed his bloodied eyes during the kiss, and opened them as he moved away.

He went to the pile of clothes he'd made, leaving him only in his plain pants. He'd even pulled off his net shirt, leaving his chest totally bare. He turned back, holding in his hand a black silk lump. He came back, stroking Shikamaru's cheek. He placed the black silk into Shikamaru's mouth, pulling it so that it worked like a gag. He drew the cloth taught, slipping the collapsible silk through the narrow hoops of his earrings, wrapping it twice before moving on, tying it to the tie of his ponytail.

Shikamaru's tongue couldn't help but keep running over the soft material in his mouth. He knew it was silk from the feel on his cheek, he knew he couldn't speak around it, and from the pull on his ears and hair it wouldn't be smart to try spitting it out. But he kept prodding it with his tongue, feeling saliva begin to trickle down from the corners of his mouth, feeling the sticky warmth go down, the right side even making it to his neck.

He felt warm hands grasp his chin, inside of the wet tracks, and a hot tongue was licking a long line up his neck. He shuddered, and found it harder to keep the sound at bay around the gag, the whimpering coming through anyway. A hand played with the gold hoops, and he knew Itachi could tell the whimpers weren't from any sort of negative feeling, unless you considered arousal just that.

“See, Shikamaru-kun? Not agony of the kind you spoke.” Itachi whispered into his ear, giving a small pull to the silk gag. It pulled on Shikamaru's earlobe like a bell. He bent down, taking the wrapped up jewelry between his teeth, grinding it lightly. Silk had such a different texture when wet.

His hand moved down, and he followed it with his eyes, looking down the line of Shikamaru's body, watching as his creamy fingers contrasted with Shikamaru's olive toned skin. He could see the red, flushed bit of the Nara's anatomy, being held from standing fully erect by the first headband.

“You're doing a good job of not whining, Shikamaru-kun…It must be painfully uncomfortable by now…” He whispered again, dropping the earring from his lips. He moved down, kissing between the squares of skin that was viewable, enjoying the twitching jumps he got every time, the little gasps. He stopped to play with the indent on his stomach, delving a practiced tongue around the edges. The result was Shikamaru actually letting out a breathy groan, his stomach tightening in pleasure. Itachi remembered the reaction, moving on till he was tracing the v that leads into the crook between a person's legs, licking down the side that wasn't covered by blue cloth.

“N-nnmm!” Shikamaru managed, trying to tell him to stop. Itachi barley spared him a glance, before reaching back and loosening the tie. He could tell Shikamaru was hard and ready, and he saw the wet marks in the blue cloth, the whiteness dripping down his thighs.

“Such a sensitive virgin. Your body must be screaming at you to give in, Shikamaru-kun.” He said quietly. Since Shikamaru was the only other thing in the room making noise, he easily heard it, face going a deeper red then ever. Itachi undid the rest of it, letting it fall into his hands, eyes only for the now free erection. He tossed the headband over to the pile of his clothes, a subdued thump being heard.

Shikamaru moaned deep in his throat, breathing deeply threw his nose as Itachi began licking and sucking on his thighs, cleaning up the pre-cum. His tongue kept going higher and higher, before moving on to the other side, going so far as to take in Shikamaru's balls, sucking them clean, before he even breathed on the hypersensitive skin.

The Nara's breath caught in his throat, his whole body shuddering in pleasure as the wet appendage made quick, cat licks to his hard length, before the soft lips graced the wet, stretched skin. He didn't know when, but his wantonly moaning voice was trying to take on the syllables for Itachi's name as said man slipped him down his throat, the gag turning it into wordless sounds of pleasure.

He could feel a pressure in the pit of his stomach, a tightening tenseness. His vision, if he could see, would have been starting to go blurry from rapture, the world starting to become cotton edged. Itachi could feel it in the Nara's body, the way his breathing was hitching. He could tell it wouldn't be long before the salty-sweet fluid of his would be going down his throat.

After a few more moments of Itachi pulling back and going down on Shikamaru, the boy just couldn't hold it. Although his vocal cords tried, he couldn't scream out Itachi's name, his tongue not working in the first place, and the gag mutating all his words. Itachi drank down every drop, noting the sweeter side of the liquid before pulling back and licking his lips. Shikamaru sagged in his bonds, knees weak, panting around the gag.

Itachi came up, using his kunai and slicing threw the black silk, so it dangled still wrapped in the earrings and tied in the hair tie. He kissed him passionately, letting his tongue dance around inside his mouth. Practically drugged from his orgasm, Shikamaru blindly kissed back, picking up on the energy, tasting the foreign sweetness on the other tongue. When Itachi pulled back, he had as close to a satisfied look on his face as he allowed. He stepped close, leaning over and biting into Shikamaru's collar, sucking and nipping so it left a mark.

“I'm not going to kill you, Shikamaru-kun. I'm going to keep you.” He said as he pulled back, letting go. He went over to his clothes and got out a towel, coming back to clean him up, though it was only sweat. He reached back and undid the headband, carefully taking it off of Shikamaru's eyes.

“You're mine now, until your friends save you or I die.” Shikamaru's head was whirling, trying to understand. His? He was Itachi's? It was just hard, though if his mind was working he would guess there were worse akatsuki he could `belong' to. Itachi began to undo everything, planning on taking him somewhere where he could rest or wash up. A temporary room, until the accommodations where finished in Itachi's room. Shikamaru was still trying to wrap his intelligent mind around the happenings.

“I'm….Yours now…”