Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Bound genius ❯ Cuffed Release ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: anime-luney 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.13.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 857 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.13.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 857 | Status: Work In Progress
Shikamaru lay on the bed, wondering how in the hell he'd ended up where he was. He understood why he was in the akatsuki lair; he understood why it was him, even if he'd complained the exact opposite when he left Konoha. What he didn't understand, was why he was alive.
Also, why he was currently tied up on the Uchiha Itachi's metal framed bed. Or more accurately tied to the bed, but it was still a fact. He was wondering why he'd also happened to have lost his virginity and not something else, like, say, his life? It was normally the outcome for those left in his care. Well, that and being tortured till he had only the goal of revenge to keep his life going…but that only happened once.
He had never heard of someone being in his predicament. Well, not entirely true. He'd just never heard it outside of perverts' fantasies, and they usually didn't have a male holding the end of the leash.
Shikamaru's eyes snapped back into focus, remembering that Itachi was still sitting on the edge of the bed, thin black leather leash in his hand. The thin leather went back to the same buckle collar he'd noticed he was wearing when he was first taken by this…man? Teen? He didn't know what to call him. He was only 19 after all, if he remembered the age difference right…
At least he wasn't gagged and blindfolded anymore, and he was comfortable. He may have been tied, but the bonds were loose enough that he could stretch his arms out and roll over, to a point. It was really so he didn't leave the vicinity of the bed, than keep him in one spot. His legs weren't even tied.
Though the Uchiha on the end of his leash kept him from even attempting to so much as shift weight from one shoulder to another. He did have his hands behind his head though, eyeing the Uchiha from his position. He'd crossed his legs as well, even though he had boxers on. Only boxers, but it beat other one article things he could be wearing.
Once Itachi had taken his innocence…or whatever…he'd unhooked all the chains, catching the tired out Nara as he sagged. While doing so, he'd subtly clicked the leash on the collar and brought him to his room. After the embarrassing ordeal of getting washed up, he'd been shoved into the pair of plane boxers, had his hands bound in the tight cloth and hadn't moved since. Aside from his hands pillowing his head.
Shikamaru had truly lost track of time by then. He'd tried just staring Itachi down, but had failed. The older teen didn't even flinch when Shikamaru began talking about rape and stolen virginity. He didn't blink when Shikamaru began complaining about how much of a drag he was and he didn't twitch when a barrage of questions was launched at him. So Shikamaru had settled in, eyes going unfocused in thought, until this point.
“So….this leash….why bother? It's not like I got chakra to make a great escape, and I'm a little lacking on actual physical strength so I'm pretty sure I can't just flex my arms and break these bonds. I'm not Rock lee or Naruto.” He said, trying to fill the air. He normally wouldn't have cared, but Itachi was just staring at him. He briefly entertained the thought of the number of times Itachi had blinked, and realized he'd never seen it happen.
“Creepy….This is such a drag….” He rolled his eyes away, taking in the room. A bed, a closet, and a door. “Wow, you sure are a pack rat Itachi. Such a slob to. I think I see a dust bunny in that space you could put your personality to.” Not even a gleam in the eye. Shikamaru would never play poker with him, even if winning meant freedom. He'd lose.
Suddenly, Itachi was hovering over him, sharingan activated. Shikamaru had time to make a small noise, which would probably have been a surprised `Wah?!' if Itachi hadn't sealed it away with a kiss. The warm body was gone just as Shikamaru felt his leg muscle flex to kick. Itachi had known what he was going to do before he did…Scary, as well as creepy.
“What's your problem? Why are you keeping me alive? If it's for sex, I know you could find a more willing and more attractive person.” Shikamaru said hastily, flushing as memories came to him. He was damn glad for that gag, or Itachi could make a pretty good comeback at that last….
“The others aren't intelligent.” Itachi said simply. It was true, the whores he could keep or gather if he wished were mostly mindless things, simply using whatever intelligence they possessed in memorizing how to move the right way, which muscles to flex and relax. He watched as Shikamaru mouthed curse words, before closing his eyes.
“Man, what a drag…And they always told me it was a good thing.” He mumbled. His hands began to fiddle, his mind working on trying one of his strategies. He would fidget with his hands, pretending to be nervous and really test the bonds. Here's hoping he had enough chakra for a shadow attack “So you're keeping me for sex…funny, I thought I wouldn't have been pegged the bondage sex toy type.” He said caustically.
Itachi, ignoring him, lifted the hand not holding the leash, and brushed fingers over Shikamaru's cheek, making the Nara flinch. He leaned over slowly, moving his legs to straddle the younger boy. Shikamaru's eyes were wide and he moved his hands to push the Uchiha away only to have the collar on his neck jerk, pulling his face to meet the red eyed teen. His jaw dropped in surprise as a warm tongue wriggled through his lips and he nearly forgot to bite down.
Until he looked into the red eyes, and saw that Itachi was willing to do much worse then a kiss if he tried it. He also saw the assurance that his teeth wouldn't even close on the muscle, just like how his knee hadn't connected with flesh.
So, he sat back and allowed it. He didn't respond, but he didn't retaliate. Itachi only spoke once he'd pulled back, licking his lips slowly.
“You called my name.” Four small words. That's it. But these simple everyday words being meshed in that order had an immediate affect on him. His cheeks flushed an embarrassing dusting of dark red; the boxers tightening slightly as the sensory memory of it all came crashing back to him. He'd thought the gag had saved him this ridicule!
Rather than reply, he tensed his legs, ready to try and buck the Uchiha off, or knee him from behind. He was greeted with a tiny, satisfied curving of lips that weren't all that bad to kiss…
“Damn it!” He cursed in vexation. Itachi was already off as he jerked his legs, like he'd known he would be. What he hadn't expected was for him to be holding his wrists as he got them free, about to spring the shadow bind on him.
Or for the handcuffs to be clicked on, attaching each hand to a different metal bar. He'd not calculated that, but his mind was quickly correcting his error. He looked up, watching as Itachi clicked it tighter one metal clink at a time, making sure he didn't get it too tight the first time. He was nothing if not efficient.
Shikamaru moved his wrists in the adjustable metal loops, finding it didn't bite into his wrists but he wasn't able to flip them either. He watched as Itachi went over to the closet. He came back holding long black silk in his hands.
Shikamaru cringed, wondering if it would be stuffed further down his throat in some crude way to help him not gag for later torture, or if it was the new blindfold? So many things silk could be used for and it didn't break as easy as some people thought. Or at least Shikamaru had. He'd always thought it would snap when strained. But then, this was Itachi…he could have stolen it from someone who had it tampered with for more durability.
He was mildly shocked when it was tied to one ankle and then pulled down to the side, being tied to something he couldn't see. The same was done on the other side. He had enough room to bend his legs or straighten them, or kick up about a foot with an outstretched leg. Which left him pretty vulnerable, since he was too weak for a kick like that to be effective on Itachi.
“Do you want me to call you master Itachi now?” He said scathingly. He wasn't sure how he would get out of this one. He had no chakra at all, as he discovered was a nice little add on to the cuffs. His muscle mass wasn't much of a help and as far as he knew Itachi was beyond the reasonings of normal shinobi.
Itachi ignored him, didn't acknowledge him, or just didn't care. Either way, he simply moved to be above him again, spreading his legs so he was straddling the Nara. He stretched out, relaxing his legs back so his hips pressed at the Shikamaru's, allowing the younger to feel the bulge in the crook of his legs. His arms kept him up, eyes dark red.
“You're still a virgin…” Itachi whispered, leaning down to take another kiss from the Nara. He moved his waist, moving against the teen gently while a hand snuck down the line of their bodies.
Shikamaru was becoming frantic, trying not to do anything that would get him killed. A kiss wasn't bad, it wasn't worth dying over, and although he would regret it for the rest of his life, it wasn't so horrible to be fondled by the Uchiha. If he could duck his head and take it, then he'd live another day to try to escape. When Itachi pulled back, watching, he spoke out.
“I-I thought I had. You know, oral penetration and all that.” He said a little shakily. The hand was stroking the delicate skin at the top of the waistband, thumbing around where skin meets cloth. Shikamaru jerked, his eyes snapping shut from the almost tender touch.
Itachi bowed his neck, taking another kiss. At Shikamaru's reaction, he curved his lips against the boy in that incredibly vexing, incredibly alluring way that he did. It only served to forewarn something Itachi was going to do to him.
As the bound brunette finished this feeling, Itachi's hand slipped under, his lips slipping down to attack his neck. Shikamaru squirmed, trying to press his groin back into the mattress and away from the too skilled hand. He bit at his lip, keeping in any sounds that even thought of coming out.
He was stopped from trying to think disgusting, un-arousing thoughts when a calloused hand gently caressed his cheek. His eyes flew open, astonished that a killer could ever touch someone so…tenderly.
Which was the whole point. Now he was looking into deep, deep pools of freshly spilled blood, caught up in the net of swirling black comma. He wasn't transfixed, per se, but he was suddenly calm. It wasn't mind control really, just that, where as he was bordering on open panic, or worse hysteria, now he was simply nervous. The knots of twisting and churning pandemonium melted into a pleasant rolling wave of need.
The palm on his abruptly wet and ready shaft was a very nice thing now, and instead of away, he pushed forward. His hands weren't trying to break free for pain, they wanted pleasure. His fingers didn't search for the cool metal of a weapon; they searched for the hot warmth of another body.
His eyes, roaming over the hidden body pressed into him, drinking in the face, seemed to skip over the small, pleased lilt on the darker haired one's lips. He could only concentrate on the memories of those soft lips on his, the hands, and how the other wasn't nude before him.
He briefly wondered if this was how cats felt, when that spot on the back of their neck was bitten. That spot that releases the hormones, and relaxes them.
Then Itachi was off him, slipping out of his clothes. Shikamaru surveyed the contours of the elder boy, watching the indent of muscle, the trace of firmness, just the overall perfect profile. He suddenly felt a little less secure in his own body, a lot less attractive. Like the adorable mutt next to a beautiful pedigree. His wild need dampened at the thought, his legs bending to cover up. He turned from the sight, blushing in embarrassment and shame, not feeling worthy to even be touched by him now.
When he'd made the jumps from not wanting to be touched, wanting it badly, and to feeling to low for it he wasn't sure. That sharingan of his was involved with the first leap of attitude, but the second was his own insecurity.
Who knew he even had any?
Itachi turned, taking in the change in the teen tied on his bed. He could nearly taste the feeling of being worthless on the air. He smirked, stalking toward the bed, moving to straddle the boy again. He let his erection press into his closed knees, using his hands to spread them and press a freed length into a caged one.
He ate up the sound this produced, hands grasping Shikamaru's and thumbing the pads. Once he was done teasing the bound boy, he moved his hands back down to the waistband, dipping below enough to feel the temperature change.
“D-don't!” Shikamaru winced, gripping harder on the skin under his fingers, nails scratching at his own palms. Itachi glanced up, before sliding the one sole piece of clothing left in the mix of warm skin and heavy breathing down, intending to throw it away from them.
Shikamaru cried out, struggling, trying to gasp out something coherent while his mind was assaulted by the hot sensation that burned up his stomach. It was a quick flash of pleasure, but when he realized it, he was already unclothed and bobbing in the cool air. Along with his shivering came a blush and he tried his best to cover up, moving his legs.
Itachi placed a hand on the upright shaft, tracing nails over the heated red skin. The squeeze of rapture this put on Shikamaru's guts made his legs involuntarily open up, despite the chagrin brought on by the sight of the near omnipotent Uchiha.
Said godly being glanced up, eyeing something. Shikamaru wasn't sure what, but it wasn't his lips or eyes. It was something above him, but all he could remember was his cuffed hands. He quickly tried to make a mental list of what he could want, but he wasn't exactly a genius in the art of sex, so it was escaping him.
Itachi moved up his body, putting his hands over the skin lavishly, with slow twists of his nails and fingertips. He stopped with his body pressed flush against the Nara, hands holding the back of his head and kissing him deeply.
Shikamaru was confused as to what was going on, until the point where his hair fell from its tight bond. His eyes opened wide, watching the calm eyes. It disturbed him a little at how much Itachi was covering up, since he could tell from feel he was enjoying himself. His eyes told nothing at all, totally empty.
If eyes are the windows to the soul, did that mean Itachi had none?
“W-what are you…?” He asked, hoping it wouldn't be anything painful. A small spark deep behind the guard of commas, in the center of the red. A glimmer of being pleased, maybe? Or was he so desperate for something to work with he was imagining it?
He was cut from his musing dilemma when a hand touched him with the breath of a ghost, skimming his hypersensitive shaft. His poor lip felt like it would split under his teeth. If only he had a shirt still on…
“Ah!” his back arched off the bed, toes curling into the mattress. Itachi had just slipped the hair tie over him, the tight elastic thing squeezing as it went down, restricting the flow and blocking his release. He even twisted it into a figure eight design, stretching it over his balls. “Bastard…”
Not a word. Not even a grunt. Just more tantalizing, torturous caresses, focusing on his now tied member. He twisted and writhed below the feelings, his stomach knotting horribly, until he thought he'd rather puke up the pure ecstasy then let it keep morphing his guts into rapture dipped origami. No wonder Itachi had kept him from releasing, at this rate he would have gone at least three times…
His throat unleashed a scream, an actual scream of pleasure, when petal soft lips swallowed him to the back of the throat. How is it even possible to do that? Wasn't there a gag reflex? His thoughts cut off as his head was thrown back in a spine bowing moan.
He could feel the hot burn of tears, the strain as sounds were ripped from his throat, and through it all his cock throbbing so hard it was a forefront in his mind. He swore that every pulse made him rub into the wet walls of the Uchiha's throat more, making the feeling so infinitely tight.
By the time Itachi pulled back, leaving his shaft slippery in a mixture of pre-cum and saliva, he was writhing around as much as he could. He couldn't feel it, but he guessed his cuffed hands would be bruised when this was over, along with his ankles. How the virgins do fall….
He didn't have time to think over this as the older teen moved up, straddling his hips between his knees. The cold eyed boy sat there, letting the two erections touch briefly with every small movement, sliding down till he was supported above Shikamaru. He slid a hand down the sweat soaked stomach, palming the bobbing member, before moving between the thighs. His fingers traced the inviting star of an entrance, red eyes watching Shikamaru's face for reactions.
“I-Itachi, don't! I, no, just…” Shikamaru opened his eyes, imploring with his dark slanted eyes. Itachi circled closer, the tip of his painted nail scaling the clean skin. He smirked, enjoying the feel of the unblemished, and so far pure, spot. He'd had the Nara cleaned by the servants before hand while he was unconscious.
He savored, deep behind his many layered mask and blood tinted eyes, the way the Nara cringed in pain as he moved up, lifting his wrists up. The pain wasn't what made him like the look, it was the small, almost equally hidden enjoyment. The way that even as his lips formed the words `no' and `stop' it came out as little yelps and gasps of pleasure.
As his finger sank into the suffocating softness, he licked up the salty flavor of his goal. Shikamaru hadn't noticed, but his wrists were more then bruised. They were bleeding, dripping crimson onto his bed, sliding down his arms in delicious looking rivulets and flecking on his chest as he thrashed around in held back release.
The sounds from Shikamaru was a mess of small whimpering and muscle spasms, jerking around with the hot tongue tracing his blood and the cool finger skewering his virginity. He couldn't believe it would feel so good to get a wound, but here he was holding back from asking for more. He would have problems eating, he was biting his tongue so hard to keep himself from begging the Uchiha.
He could taste a trace of the liquid in his mouth to, and the sharp pain helped him ground his senses.
Only to have them scattered by the sensation of not one, but two new fingers being slipped inside his opening. He could feel the edge of pain, the unpleasant sensation arching to a peek when Itachi began to pump in and out. He was doing it all well, Shikamaru supposed, since the only places he was bleeding were where he'd hurt himself.
“If you keep struggling, Shikamaru-kun, you'll hurt yourself more.” Itachi whispered, sucking at the ball of his wrist, nibbling the lips of the cut there. Shikamaru wriggled, unable not to move, resorting to something that he had been hoping not to go to.
“Please, Itachi, please! Just, just, let me go, something, anything!” He begged in a wanton fashion, the pleasure swirling through his once impervious brain clouding most of his senses and thoughts. It was just to much for a virgin, wise or naïve, young or old. His mind felt feverish with the thoughts rushing through it, the wants, his body beginning to move on it's own to seek the release that had been denied it.
Itachi moved back, pausing his hand. The sight alone would have brought him up if he'd allowed, if he wasn't already there. Shikamaru had tears streaming from his eyes, a look of deep want in his eyes, hands cuffed above his head. His erection was a dusky exclamation point on his stomach, the dark strip of the elastic showing up nicely, with blood dripping tantalizingly from his wrists.
The boy bucked down, whining, closing his eyes. Whatever part of him that cared about getting out, that would feel horrible when this was over, was inundated by the ebb and flow of pain and pleasure. He just wanted this twisting ecstasy to spill out, needed it.
Itachi moved Shikamaru's legs apart enough for him to fit in-between the muscled thighs. He positioned himself, efficiently using the blood he had slicked on his palm from Shikamaru's wrists to lubricate himself. He held the still writhing, exited boy by the hipbone, guiding in slowly.
“Ngh, Itachi….”Shikamaru groaned, slowing down his wild movements, only clenching the ring of muscles at his entrance. He tried relaxing, but it was hard, and with every bit of the hot organ that slipped in he tightened up a bit more. It continued like this until Itachi was fighting for the last inch or so, finally coming to a stop at the hilt.
Shikamaru scrabbled at his bonds. If his hands were free, he would be attacking his own chest and arms, clawing at Itachi's back. The feeling of being filled, to filled, full and overflowing with the hard on was driving him crazy. He wanted it out, wanted it in, it all confused and exited the poor boy.
Itachi held him still, beginning a rhythm. It started slow, catching speed, becoming a crescendo of skin on skin contact and masculine grunting and moaning. Shikamaru twisted as much as possible, the endorphins allowing himself to go beyond what his pain limiters would allow. Itachi held one leg up, leaning over and thrusting at a different angle, deeper.
This made Shikamaru scream again, managing to nearly break the metal loops holding his hands back from the sudden and powerful jerk his body did. Itachi kept up this pace, his head nuzzling and sliding on the bundle of nerves that kept sending Shikamaru wild with ecstasy.
When he felt his release close, he was able to get a hand down and finally unhook the Nara from his own hair tie, grasping him and giving a few loose strokes.
This proved enough for the sexually distraught boy, as he came violently, streamers of white exploding onto his and Itachi's stomach and chest. He collapsed back, not realizing that Itachi had come sometime within his own eruption of white stars and cotton fuzz. His tired, spent and relieved body heaved for air, a sense of such calm and completion Shikamaru had never known.
It was like relaxing under the clouds for a million years without a care in the world or any annoying people interrupting about missions and the daily annoyances of life. That million years being condensed down into the high of afterglow, making him have a happy smile on his face, even with his hair in a knotted mess, covered in blood and cum and still bound to the bed.
Itachi got off, heading over to the closet and pulling out some towels. Shikamaru watched him with a lazy outlook, his usual self still lost, but quickly recovering. The gently increasing ache was helping.
“Clean.” He said, moving out the room into an obscure door. When he came back moments later, the towel was wet. He came back, un-cuffing one hand on the Nara. He placed the towel into the hand, before walking over to get one for himself.
“You're efficient…” Shikamaru said, rubbing sloppily at his wet chest. Itachi came back with a loose pair of boxers on, standing near the bed.
“You're no longer a virgin.” Shikamaru dropped the towel, turning a shallow crimson. He may have been coming back, but his body still felt like to much weight was added onto his skeleton. He floundered for an answer, turning his heavy head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he dabbed at himself without looking. He managed to get most of his stomach before slipping off the mark and hitting the bed.
“How am I going to sleep like this?” Shikamaru asked when he was done, pulling lightly on the one cuff. Itachi raised an eyebrow, as if it were obvious.
“I'll sleep with you, Shikamaru-kun. Or you sleep on the floor.” He said simply. Shikamaru felt his eyes bulge, before trying to come up with something.
Although his mind was to slow to make all the connections, it was pretty basic enough. Itachi had one bed, and he wasn't all that nice. Shikamaru wasn't really a threat, and something told him the minute his brain even clenched around an idea Itachi would restrain him again.
“To troublesome…” He said, turning again and offering his other wrist in defeat, flinching slightly at the pain. Itachi undid it and the other binds, testing the strength of the boy's muscles before moving onto the plane bed. Shikamaru tried to roll away, but a constricting arm snaked over his waist, and he was pinned to an open, still slightly damp from the towel, chest. A towel was placed under his still bleeding wrists, and he felt Itachi relax. Or, relax more then before. He was still tense, as if he thought Shikamaru was stupid enough to try a sneak attack in this situation.
“Well….Now what?”
Also, why he was currently tied up on the Uchiha Itachi's metal framed bed. Or more accurately tied to the bed, but it was still a fact. He was wondering why he'd also happened to have lost his virginity and not something else, like, say, his life? It was normally the outcome for those left in his care. Well, that and being tortured till he had only the goal of revenge to keep his life going…but that only happened once.
He had never heard of someone being in his predicament. Well, not entirely true. He'd just never heard it outside of perverts' fantasies, and they usually didn't have a male holding the end of the leash.
Shikamaru's eyes snapped back into focus, remembering that Itachi was still sitting on the edge of the bed, thin black leather leash in his hand. The thin leather went back to the same buckle collar he'd noticed he was wearing when he was first taken by this…man? Teen? He didn't know what to call him. He was only 19 after all, if he remembered the age difference right…
At least he wasn't gagged and blindfolded anymore, and he was comfortable. He may have been tied, but the bonds were loose enough that he could stretch his arms out and roll over, to a point. It was really so he didn't leave the vicinity of the bed, than keep him in one spot. His legs weren't even tied.
Though the Uchiha on the end of his leash kept him from even attempting to so much as shift weight from one shoulder to another. He did have his hands behind his head though, eyeing the Uchiha from his position. He'd crossed his legs as well, even though he had boxers on. Only boxers, but it beat other one article things he could be wearing.
Once Itachi had taken his innocence…or whatever…he'd unhooked all the chains, catching the tired out Nara as he sagged. While doing so, he'd subtly clicked the leash on the collar and brought him to his room. After the embarrassing ordeal of getting washed up, he'd been shoved into the pair of plane boxers, had his hands bound in the tight cloth and hadn't moved since. Aside from his hands pillowing his head.
Shikamaru had truly lost track of time by then. He'd tried just staring Itachi down, but had failed. The older teen didn't even flinch when Shikamaru began talking about rape and stolen virginity. He didn't blink when Shikamaru began complaining about how much of a drag he was and he didn't twitch when a barrage of questions was launched at him. So Shikamaru had settled in, eyes going unfocused in thought, until this point.
“So….this leash….why bother? It's not like I got chakra to make a great escape, and I'm a little lacking on actual physical strength so I'm pretty sure I can't just flex my arms and break these bonds. I'm not Rock lee or Naruto.” He said, trying to fill the air. He normally wouldn't have cared, but Itachi was just staring at him. He briefly entertained the thought of the number of times Itachi had blinked, and realized he'd never seen it happen.
“Creepy….This is such a drag….” He rolled his eyes away, taking in the room. A bed, a closet, and a door. “Wow, you sure are a pack rat Itachi. Such a slob to. I think I see a dust bunny in that space you could put your personality to.” Not even a gleam in the eye. Shikamaru would never play poker with him, even if winning meant freedom. He'd lose.
Suddenly, Itachi was hovering over him, sharingan activated. Shikamaru had time to make a small noise, which would probably have been a surprised `Wah?!' if Itachi hadn't sealed it away with a kiss. The warm body was gone just as Shikamaru felt his leg muscle flex to kick. Itachi had known what he was going to do before he did…Scary, as well as creepy.
“What's your problem? Why are you keeping me alive? If it's for sex, I know you could find a more willing and more attractive person.” Shikamaru said hastily, flushing as memories came to him. He was damn glad for that gag, or Itachi could make a pretty good comeback at that last….
“The others aren't intelligent.” Itachi said simply. It was true, the whores he could keep or gather if he wished were mostly mindless things, simply using whatever intelligence they possessed in memorizing how to move the right way, which muscles to flex and relax. He watched as Shikamaru mouthed curse words, before closing his eyes.
“Man, what a drag…And they always told me it was a good thing.” He mumbled. His hands began to fiddle, his mind working on trying one of his strategies. He would fidget with his hands, pretending to be nervous and really test the bonds. Here's hoping he had enough chakra for a shadow attack “So you're keeping me for sex…funny, I thought I wouldn't have been pegged the bondage sex toy type.” He said caustically.
Itachi, ignoring him, lifted the hand not holding the leash, and brushed fingers over Shikamaru's cheek, making the Nara flinch. He leaned over slowly, moving his legs to straddle the younger boy. Shikamaru's eyes were wide and he moved his hands to push the Uchiha away only to have the collar on his neck jerk, pulling his face to meet the red eyed teen. His jaw dropped in surprise as a warm tongue wriggled through his lips and he nearly forgot to bite down.
Until he looked into the red eyes, and saw that Itachi was willing to do much worse then a kiss if he tried it. He also saw the assurance that his teeth wouldn't even close on the muscle, just like how his knee hadn't connected with flesh.
So, he sat back and allowed it. He didn't respond, but he didn't retaliate. Itachi only spoke once he'd pulled back, licking his lips slowly.
“You called my name.” Four small words. That's it. But these simple everyday words being meshed in that order had an immediate affect on him. His cheeks flushed an embarrassing dusting of dark red; the boxers tightening slightly as the sensory memory of it all came crashing back to him. He'd thought the gag had saved him this ridicule!
Rather than reply, he tensed his legs, ready to try and buck the Uchiha off, or knee him from behind. He was greeted with a tiny, satisfied curving of lips that weren't all that bad to kiss…
“Damn it!” He cursed in vexation. Itachi was already off as he jerked his legs, like he'd known he would be. What he hadn't expected was for him to be holding his wrists as he got them free, about to spring the shadow bind on him.
Or for the handcuffs to be clicked on, attaching each hand to a different metal bar. He'd not calculated that, but his mind was quickly correcting his error. He looked up, watching as Itachi clicked it tighter one metal clink at a time, making sure he didn't get it too tight the first time. He was nothing if not efficient.
Shikamaru moved his wrists in the adjustable metal loops, finding it didn't bite into his wrists but he wasn't able to flip them either. He watched as Itachi went over to the closet. He came back holding long black silk in his hands.
Shikamaru cringed, wondering if it would be stuffed further down his throat in some crude way to help him not gag for later torture, or if it was the new blindfold? So many things silk could be used for and it didn't break as easy as some people thought. Or at least Shikamaru had. He'd always thought it would snap when strained. But then, this was Itachi…he could have stolen it from someone who had it tampered with for more durability.
He was mildly shocked when it was tied to one ankle and then pulled down to the side, being tied to something he couldn't see. The same was done on the other side. He had enough room to bend his legs or straighten them, or kick up about a foot with an outstretched leg. Which left him pretty vulnerable, since he was too weak for a kick like that to be effective on Itachi.
“Do you want me to call you master Itachi now?” He said scathingly. He wasn't sure how he would get out of this one. He had no chakra at all, as he discovered was a nice little add on to the cuffs. His muscle mass wasn't much of a help and as far as he knew Itachi was beyond the reasonings of normal shinobi.
Itachi ignored him, didn't acknowledge him, or just didn't care. Either way, he simply moved to be above him again, spreading his legs so he was straddling the Nara. He stretched out, relaxing his legs back so his hips pressed at the Shikamaru's, allowing the younger to feel the bulge in the crook of his legs. His arms kept him up, eyes dark red.
“You're still a virgin…” Itachi whispered, leaning down to take another kiss from the Nara. He moved his waist, moving against the teen gently while a hand snuck down the line of their bodies.
Shikamaru was becoming frantic, trying not to do anything that would get him killed. A kiss wasn't bad, it wasn't worth dying over, and although he would regret it for the rest of his life, it wasn't so horrible to be fondled by the Uchiha. If he could duck his head and take it, then he'd live another day to try to escape. When Itachi pulled back, watching, he spoke out.
“I-I thought I had. You know, oral penetration and all that.” He said a little shakily. The hand was stroking the delicate skin at the top of the waistband, thumbing around where skin meets cloth. Shikamaru jerked, his eyes snapping shut from the almost tender touch.
Itachi bowed his neck, taking another kiss. At Shikamaru's reaction, he curved his lips against the boy in that incredibly vexing, incredibly alluring way that he did. It only served to forewarn something Itachi was going to do to him.
As the bound brunette finished this feeling, Itachi's hand slipped under, his lips slipping down to attack his neck. Shikamaru squirmed, trying to press his groin back into the mattress and away from the too skilled hand. He bit at his lip, keeping in any sounds that even thought of coming out.
He was stopped from trying to think disgusting, un-arousing thoughts when a calloused hand gently caressed his cheek. His eyes flew open, astonished that a killer could ever touch someone so…tenderly.
Which was the whole point. Now he was looking into deep, deep pools of freshly spilled blood, caught up in the net of swirling black comma. He wasn't transfixed, per se, but he was suddenly calm. It wasn't mind control really, just that, where as he was bordering on open panic, or worse hysteria, now he was simply nervous. The knots of twisting and churning pandemonium melted into a pleasant rolling wave of need.
The palm on his abruptly wet and ready shaft was a very nice thing now, and instead of away, he pushed forward. His hands weren't trying to break free for pain, they wanted pleasure. His fingers didn't search for the cool metal of a weapon; they searched for the hot warmth of another body.
His eyes, roaming over the hidden body pressed into him, drinking in the face, seemed to skip over the small, pleased lilt on the darker haired one's lips. He could only concentrate on the memories of those soft lips on his, the hands, and how the other wasn't nude before him.
He briefly wondered if this was how cats felt, when that spot on the back of their neck was bitten. That spot that releases the hormones, and relaxes them.
Then Itachi was off him, slipping out of his clothes. Shikamaru surveyed the contours of the elder boy, watching the indent of muscle, the trace of firmness, just the overall perfect profile. He suddenly felt a little less secure in his own body, a lot less attractive. Like the adorable mutt next to a beautiful pedigree. His wild need dampened at the thought, his legs bending to cover up. He turned from the sight, blushing in embarrassment and shame, not feeling worthy to even be touched by him now.
When he'd made the jumps from not wanting to be touched, wanting it badly, and to feeling to low for it he wasn't sure. That sharingan of his was involved with the first leap of attitude, but the second was his own insecurity.
Who knew he even had any?
Itachi turned, taking in the change in the teen tied on his bed. He could nearly taste the feeling of being worthless on the air. He smirked, stalking toward the bed, moving to straddle the boy again. He let his erection press into his closed knees, using his hands to spread them and press a freed length into a caged one.
He ate up the sound this produced, hands grasping Shikamaru's and thumbing the pads. Once he was done teasing the bound boy, he moved his hands back down to the waistband, dipping below enough to feel the temperature change.
“D-don't!” Shikamaru winced, gripping harder on the skin under his fingers, nails scratching at his own palms. Itachi glanced up, before sliding the one sole piece of clothing left in the mix of warm skin and heavy breathing down, intending to throw it away from them.
Shikamaru cried out, struggling, trying to gasp out something coherent while his mind was assaulted by the hot sensation that burned up his stomach. It was a quick flash of pleasure, but when he realized it, he was already unclothed and bobbing in the cool air. Along with his shivering came a blush and he tried his best to cover up, moving his legs.
Itachi placed a hand on the upright shaft, tracing nails over the heated red skin. The squeeze of rapture this put on Shikamaru's guts made his legs involuntarily open up, despite the chagrin brought on by the sight of the near omnipotent Uchiha.
Said godly being glanced up, eyeing something. Shikamaru wasn't sure what, but it wasn't his lips or eyes. It was something above him, but all he could remember was his cuffed hands. He quickly tried to make a mental list of what he could want, but he wasn't exactly a genius in the art of sex, so it was escaping him.
Itachi moved up his body, putting his hands over the skin lavishly, with slow twists of his nails and fingertips. He stopped with his body pressed flush against the Nara, hands holding the back of his head and kissing him deeply.
Shikamaru was confused as to what was going on, until the point where his hair fell from its tight bond. His eyes opened wide, watching the calm eyes. It disturbed him a little at how much Itachi was covering up, since he could tell from feel he was enjoying himself. His eyes told nothing at all, totally empty.
If eyes are the windows to the soul, did that mean Itachi had none?
“W-what are you…?” He asked, hoping it wouldn't be anything painful. A small spark deep behind the guard of commas, in the center of the red. A glimmer of being pleased, maybe? Or was he so desperate for something to work with he was imagining it?
He was cut from his musing dilemma when a hand touched him with the breath of a ghost, skimming his hypersensitive shaft. His poor lip felt like it would split under his teeth. If only he had a shirt still on…
“Ah!” his back arched off the bed, toes curling into the mattress. Itachi had just slipped the hair tie over him, the tight elastic thing squeezing as it went down, restricting the flow and blocking his release. He even twisted it into a figure eight design, stretching it over his balls. “Bastard…”
Not a word. Not even a grunt. Just more tantalizing, torturous caresses, focusing on his now tied member. He twisted and writhed below the feelings, his stomach knotting horribly, until he thought he'd rather puke up the pure ecstasy then let it keep morphing his guts into rapture dipped origami. No wonder Itachi had kept him from releasing, at this rate he would have gone at least three times…
His throat unleashed a scream, an actual scream of pleasure, when petal soft lips swallowed him to the back of the throat. How is it even possible to do that? Wasn't there a gag reflex? His thoughts cut off as his head was thrown back in a spine bowing moan.
He could feel the hot burn of tears, the strain as sounds were ripped from his throat, and through it all his cock throbbing so hard it was a forefront in his mind. He swore that every pulse made him rub into the wet walls of the Uchiha's throat more, making the feeling so infinitely tight.
By the time Itachi pulled back, leaving his shaft slippery in a mixture of pre-cum and saliva, he was writhing around as much as he could. He couldn't feel it, but he guessed his cuffed hands would be bruised when this was over, along with his ankles. How the virgins do fall….
He didn't have time to think over this as the older teen moved up, straddling his hips between his knees. The cold eyed boy sat there, letting the two erections touch briefly with every small movement, sliding down till he was supported above Shikamaru. He slid a hand down the sweat soaked stomach, palming the bobbing member, before moving between the thighs. His fingers traced the inviting star of an entrance, red eyes watching Shikamaru's face for reactions.
“I-Itachi, don't! I, no, just…” Shikamaru opened his eyes, imploring with his dark slanted eyes. Itachi circled closer, the tip of his painted nail scaling the clean skin. He smirked, enjoying the feel of the unblemished, and so far pure, spot. He'd had the Nara cleaned by the servants before hand while he was unconscious.
He savored, deep behind his many layered mask and blood tinted eyes, the way the Nara cringed in pain as he moved up, lifting his wrists up. The pain wasn't what made him like the look, it was the small, almost equally hidden enjoyment. The way that even as his lips formed the words `no' and `stop' it came out as little yelps and gasps of pleasure.
As his finger sank into the suffocating softness, he licked up the salty flavor of his goal. Shikamaru hadn't noticed, but his wrists were more then bruised. They were bleeding, dripping crimson onto his bed, sliding down his arms in delicious looking rivulets and flecking on his chest as he thrashed around in held back release.
The sounds from Shikamaru was a mess of small whimpering and muscle spasms, jerking around with the hot tongue tracing his blood and the cool finger skewering his virginity. He couldn't believe it would feel so good to get a wound, but here he was holding back from asking for more. He would have problems eating, he was biting his tongue so hard to keep himself from begging the Uchiha.
He could taste a trace of the liquid in his mouth to, and the sharp pain helped him ground his senses.
Only to have them scattered by the sensation of not one, but two new fingers being slipped inside his opening. He could feel the edge of pain, the unpleasant sensation arching to a peek when Itachi began to pump in and out. He was doing it all well, Shikamaru supposed, since the only places he was bleeding were where he'd hurt himself.
“If you keep struggling, Shikamaru-kun, you'll hurt yourself more.” Itachi whispered, sucking at the ball of his wrist, nibbling the lips of the cut there. Shikamaru wriggled, unable not to move, resorting to something that he had been hoping not to go to.
“Please, Itachi, please! Just, just, let me go, something, anything!” He begged in a wanton fashion, the pleasure swirling through his once impervious brain clouding most of his senses and thoughts. It was just to much for a virgin, wise or naïve, young or old. His mind felt feverish with the thoughts rushing through it, the wants, his body beginning to move on it's own to seek the release that had been denied it.
Itachi moved back, pausing his hand. The sight alone would have brought him up if he'd allowed, if he wasn't already there. Shikamaru had tears streaming from his eyes, a look of deep want in his eyes, hands cuffed above his head. His erection was a dusky exclamation point on his stomach, the dark strip of the elastic showing up nicely, with blood dripping tantalizingly from his wrists.
The boy bucked down, whining, closing his eyes. Whatever part of him that cared about getting out, that would feel horrible when this was over, was inundated by the ebb and flow of pain and pleasure. He just wanted this twisting ecstasy to spill out, needed it.
Itachi moved Shikamaru's legs apart enough for him to fit in-between the muscled thighs. He positioned himself, efficiently using the blood he had slicked on his palm from Shikamaru's wrists to lubricate himself. He held the still writhing, exited boy by the hipbone, guiding in slowly.
“Ngh, Itachi….”Shikamaru groaned, slowing down his wild movements, only clenching the ring of muscles at his entrance. He tried relaxing, but it was hard, and with every bit of the hot organ that slipped in he tightened up a bit more. It continued like this until Itachi was fighting for the last inch or so, finally coming to a stop at the hilt.
Shikamaru scrabbled at his bonds. If his hands were free, he would be attacking his own chest and arms, clawing at Itachi's back. The feeling of being filled, to filled, full and overflowing with the hard on was driving him crazy. He wanted it out, wanted it in, it all confused and exited the poor boy.
Itachi held him still, beginning a rhythm. It started slow, catching speed, becoming a crescendo of skin on skin contact and masculine grunting and moaning. Shikamaru twisted as much as possible, the endorphins allowing himself to go beyond what his pain limiters would allow. Itachi held one leg up, leaning over and thrusting at a different angle, deeper.
This made Shikamaru scream again, managing to nearly break the metal loops holding his hands back from the sudden and powerful jerk his body did. Itachi kept up this pace, his head nuzzling and sliding on the bundle of nerves that kept sending Shikamaru wild with ecstasy.
When he felt his release close, he was able to get a hand down and finally unhook the Nara from his own hair tie, grasping him and giving a few loose strokes.
This proved enough for the sexually distraught boy, as he came violently, streamers of white exploding onto his and Itachi's stomach and chest. He collapsed back, not realizing that Itachi had come sometime within his own eruption of white stars and cotton fuzz. His tired, spent and relieved body heaved for air, a sense of such calm and completion Shikamaru had never known.
It was like relaxing under the clouds for a million years without a care in the world or any annoying people interrupting about missions and the daily annoyances of life. That million years being condensed down into the high of afterglow, making him have a happy smile on his face, even with his hair in a knotted mess, covered in blood and cum and still bound to the bed.
Itachi got off, heading over to the closet and pulling out some towels. Shikamaru watched him with a lazy outlook, his usual self still lost, but quickly recovering. The gently increasing ache was helping.
“Clean.” He said, moving out the room into an obscure door. When he came back moments later, the towel was wet. He came back, un-cuffing one hand on the Nara. He placed the towel into the hand, before walking over to get one for himself.
“You're efficient…” Shikamaru said, rubbing sloppily at his wet chest. Itachi came back with a loose pair of boxers on, standing near the bed.
“You're no longer a virgin.” Shikamaru dropped the towel, turning a shallow crimson. He may have been coming back, but his body still felt like to much weight was added onto his skeleton. He floundered for an answer, turning his heavy head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he dabbed at himself without looking. He managed to get most of his stomach before slipping off the mark and hitting the bed.
“How am I going to sleep like this?” Shikamaru asked when he was done, pulling lightly on the one cuff. Itachi raised an eyebrow, as if it were obvious.
“I'll sleep with you, Shikamaru-kun. Or you sleep on the floor.” He said simply. Shikamaru felt his eyes bulge, before trying to come up with something.
Although his mind was to slow to make all the connections, it was pretty basic enough. Itachi had one bed, and he wasn't all that nice. Shikamaru wasn't really a threat, and something told him the minute his brain even clenched around an idea Itachi would restrain him again.
“To troublesome…” He said, turning again and offering his other wrist in defeat, flinching slightly at the pain. Itachi undid it and the other binds, testing the strength of the boy's muscles before moving onto the plane bed. Shikamaru tried to roll away, but a constricting arm snaked over his waist, and he was pinned to an open, still slightly damp from the towel, chest. A towel was placed under his still bleeding wrists, and he felt Itachi relax. Or, relax more then before. He was still tense, as if he thought Shikamaru was stupid enough to try a sneak attack in this situation.
“Well….Now what?”