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Blue Diamond	By : Darkprism Category: Naruto Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2224 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Be still, my Wanderer, for but an instant," Nagato said, sliding his touch from flank, over high collar, and to Soubi's jaw. He kept his grip firm but careful, not intending to hurt but to steady. "Think of winter in a field, little one. Think of the sun lost behind clouds. You are alone, lying naked among the dead grass. When the wind blows..." Nagato blew softly against Soubi's cheek, and the boy gradually relaxed in the image made for him by his Master. "The grass, it caresses you." Nagato didn't have to instruct Haku; Itachi's lovely boy stroked Soubi's legs, pelvis, waist, and down again. "It comforts you, as does your back pressed to the chilled ground. You have no need of your eyes, for you know of the sky. It is steady, it is gray, it is not your concern. You have no need of your tongue, for the ways of a mortal voice is not the language this world knows."

Kimimaro showed Nagato three metal bars, and Nagato selected the one with a purple sheen. Kimimaro began prepping the needle and the jewelry. That task completed, Kimimaro withdrew a clamp from his kit.

"This world speaks in pleasure..." Nagato nodded to Haku, who wrapped a loose fist around Soubi's cock, stroking slowly. Soubi gasped through his nose and arched in a beautiful attempt to gain more of Haku's care.

"This world speaks in pain..." Nagato nodded to Kimimaro, who had Soubi's nipple clamped and the needle primed in a blink. Soubi panted around the gag. Nagato wiped Soubi's chin, put more pressure on Soubi's jaw, and took the briefest of seconds to savor his own heightened arousal.

"And with every breath..." Nagato spoke, and Soubi sucked a sharp, deep inhale. "This world teaches unto you what it has known since time began." Soubi whimpered, exhaled, and Nagato's cutting look to Kimimaro was all it took for Kimimaro to stab Soubi's flesh and press the needle through.

Soubi screamed, but Nagato's grip, Haku's pressure, the rope, and the chains held him motionless in the wake of the pain. Kimimaro never faltered. He finished the task, filling the hole with the jewelry and wiping away the trickle of blood with a pad. Soubi's screech trailed off, fracturing into broken whines that ratcheted faster and higher when Haku didn't stop jerking off Soubi.

"The lesson is done," Nagato said, and he repeated himself until Soubi tilted toward Nagato, indicating that perhaps Nagato's sweetling had heard him.

"Haku, no more," Nagato ordered, and Haku slowed to a stop. He backed away and bowed, forehead briefly touching the floor. When he rose, he crawled into Itachi's welcoming arms.

Kimimaro cleaned Soubi up with one last swipe and stepped away, kneeling and cleaning his bloodied tools. Nagato shushed the shivering, bound boy pinned to the wall by Nagato's will and leather irons.

"Do you wish for me to do the other side, Your Grace?" Kimimaro asked. His voice was low and raspy, and though his gaze was direct, his pupils were wide.

"No." Nagato stroked the feverish strip of skin between Soubi's blindfold and the bit gag. Soubi was pink all over like the most delicate wild rose. "I wish to drown my little one in pleasure." Soubi's chin tipped, as though he could see Nagato through the blind. Nagato imagined water-filled blue eyes and rubbed Soubi's arm.

"Thank you, Your Grace." Kimimaro closed the lid on his case and stood, adjusting himself so his erection pointed upward instead of straight out.

"My Martyr?" Nagato asked, musing.

"Yes?" Itachi replied.

Nagato hummed, eying Kimimaro until the boy squirmed, frozen beneath Nagato's inspection. "Perhaps you wish to stay and indulge yourself in a deeper drink of sweat and flesh?" Nagato swung his gaze to Itachi. "The whines of supplicating boys are so much more filling than anything mortals might bottle."

"Ah, but it is true," Itachi agreed. Kimimaro gave up standing and crawled to Itachi, clinging to one of Itachi's knees while Haku clung to the other. "What say you, my sweet and my lovely?" Itachi asked the men trying to huddle in his lap.

"He has such beautiful cane marks, My Lord," Haku answered, cheek on Itachi's thigh and big, dark eyes on Soubi and the padded wall.

"Mm, and you love the cane," Itachi murmured.

"Oh yes, My Lord. And it has been too long since I've heard it sing upon your command."

Nagato chuckled. "A flattering little blackbird."

"He is." Itachi petted Haku's hair. "And you, my sweet boy?"

Kimimaro's thick swallow was audible from where Nagato stood teasingly stroking Soubi's side. "I... I wish to hurt, here and now, Master, if you'd will it so. I long... I want..." Another swallow and a whisper: "I wish to be lost like he is lost, but to your service."

"Poetry, my sweet," Itachi praised, bending to kiss Kimimaro. He smiled, petted Kimimaro's cheek, and looked to Nagato. "The game, then. What say you?"

Nagato didn't need to consider what had been unfurling in his mind since Itachi and the Martyr's beauties entered the dungeon. "Pain in Pleasure's Wake?" Nagato suggested.

Itachi pursed his lips. "Could your Wayfarer stand it?"

Nagato gave Itachi the slow, deliberate smile with teeth and a swipe of moist tongue to wet his lips. Itachi's shoulders rocked in a shiver, but Itachi held Nagato's stare. "Oh yes. You know of my way with bodies and souls." Nagato wrapped a mean, snug fist around Soubi's dick. Soubi stiffened and stopped breathing with a gasp. "The mysteries of my little one have been revealed unto me over weeks of inventive, intensive study. He will last, though your lash, my Martyr, must strike swift."

"I see." Itachi mulled it over with a soft sigh. He hugged Kimimaro and Haku. "If my loves want pain, then pain they shall have, first and foremost."

"Good." Nagato nodded. "And afterward, I would love to remember how you fuck, my Beloved."

Haku moaned, and Itachi rose. He swept a lingering glance over Nagato's body, from shoes to hair. "I am sure you would."

Nagato's laughter scratched his throat, so ill-used was the surprised mirth, but oh, it was wonderful, Itachi's subtle sass. Itachi's expression was momentarily playful, but then he bent and his mouth found Kimimaro's and then Haku's.

"Strip and go to the wall. Face it. Wait for me." Itachi's orders were delivered in a low drone and met by eager compliance. Soon Itachi's boys were without everyday armor. Both men were hard and hardening, and they stood with their noses to the padded wall and their arms crossed behind their backs.

"My little one, it would please me that you witness this sight." Nagato began to undo Soubi's blind, and Soubi's head rolled limply forward. Nagato dropped the head harness to the floor, and the enraptured, blurry pale eyes of his little one brought unshed tears to Nagato's own. "Without aid, I know what you see is muddy, but I trust you will comprehend the slaps and the striving dicks of your comrades."

Soubi gave a tiny little grunt, turning his head and blinking to clear his vision. Meanwhile, Itachi went to a chest where Nagato stored cuffs and chains. Itachi returned to Kimimaro and Haku with provisions and, one by one, cuffed his boys' wrists.

"Arms over your heads," Itachi ordered, and so did his boys obey. Kimimaro and Haku both breathed in quick, shallow pants, and their want was rich like fine perfume. Itachi clasped Kimimaro and Haku's hands to d-rings high on the wall so they stood on their toes, feet spread for balance.

"Beautiful," Nagato and Itachi sighed together, and Itachi shot Nagato a small smile. Nagato shifted, and a pain dug deeply into his hip and sliced down along the outside of his leg.

"Vaughn," Nagato called, and without further explanation, Vaughn dragged a chair behind Nagato, and Nagato collapsed into it. Nagato took deep breaths until the spasm subsided, and he hissed to Vaughn, "Take off your pants, Fool."

Dutifully, Vaughn took off his pants, exposing dusky skin, a furry ass, and bobbing cock. Such pleasing things, those. Every man in the room watched and waited, and Nagato waved a hand. "Unimportant," he said, clasping Soubi's ass in a distracting squeeze. "Here I have better access..." Nagato gripped Soubi's tied balls at their base, tracing the hairless sac with his thumb. "To that which I hold most dear. Best you explain the game, Martyr. I wish to hear your voice shape the rules."

Itachi inclined his head. "Very well." He stepped forward and touched Kimimaro and Haku directly above the clefts of their asses. "The game is simple. His Grace will pleasure his boy. I will entice my men with strikes of the cane. It will continue for so long as Soubi can withstand orgasm. When he gets off, your suffering will end." Itachi rubbed his cheek against Kimimaro's bare shoulder, and he kissed Haku's. "And suffer... You both will, my loves."

"Yes, please, Master," Kimimaro said on a sigh tinged with a groan.

"As quick and as much as you see fit, My Lord, please do." Haku was a stunning creature when hanging in the balance of anticipation.

Itachi kissed both of his boys' necks, pivoted, and strode to another wall. From a series of display racks, Itachi chose an oak cane with an inlay of ash shaped into narrow vines. Once upon a time, it had been Itachi's favorite cane when he longed to be painted into a black and blue portrait with rippling red horizon lines.

Nagato rested his head against Soubi's flat belly, tracing patterns on Soubi's shaky thigh. Itachi's walk back to the boys was slower, and Nagato held his wicked thrill in check. Kimimaro and Haku practically vibrated with each footfall, though neither boy lifted his eyes to seek out their Lord and Master. Pride swelled within Nagato's breast, and truly, there was something to the concept of finding pleasure in the evidence of a pupil's well-learned lesson.

"Very good, lovely boy," Itachi said when Haku's ass inched backward, seeking what most would shun. "Your legs must be wider, sweet boy," Itachi intoned, kindly, and Kimimaro did as asked, groaning when Itachi used the cane to nudge his hips backward, mimicking Haku's stance. "Such a display." Itachi sighed. "The treasures life bestows upon us are beyond compare."

"Yes," Nagato agreed, simply. He let the silence hang, let the men's breathing escalate, the tension mount, and the erections wane. His patience for such delays was endless, particularly with so many bodies in the balance. The pause was so pregnant it began to labor, and Vaughn crept closer, checking, Nagato knew, to make sure Nagato was sound of body. Nagato paid his Fool no attention, for he was enraptured by Itachi's ever-present trust. Itachi showed no sign of stress or anxiety, standing true with cane at the ready. His chest's rise and fall was easy, his shoulders were loose, and Nagato could have let the delay carry on all day, but his want to hear Soubi groan, Kimimaro beg, and Haku moan was more righteous than his urge to watch his one-time Martyr. Itachi had earned and had kept his title well.

With a suddenness that startled his manservant and made his little one jump, Nagato grasped Soubi's cock in a long stroke and barked, "Now."

Chaos erupted, and Nagato's heart soared and blood boiled. His first few fistfuls of Soubi were vicious, meant to edge, and pearls of satisfaction oozed from Soubi's slit. Soubi's hoarse cries were muffled music to Nagato's ears, and Itachi was sadistic inspiration. Itachi's arm fell in a steady, cutting blur, hitting his boys on the ass and thighs. At first, it was Kimimaro then Haku in turn, but as the seconds ticked, Itachi's order became deliberately random. Itachi's force was not in full, as he chose to work up and down his canvas and land blows over blows. Lines swelled, pale skin burst into shocks of red, and Nagato slowed his fists' ambitions so as to keep Soubi's orgasm beyond reach.

"Christ, Master, God! " Kimimaro called out, but Haku was stubbornly quiet, grunting with the impacts.

Itachi did not take such recalcitrance for long. He snatched a handful of curling black hair, yanked back Haku's head, and focused a flurry of swats across both of Haku's ass cheeks. "Beg, my lovely," Itachi bellowed, and Haku's wail screeched out of his lungs as though he'd been punched in the diaphragm.

"Yes." Itachi's praise flowed forth in Beautifuls, and in titles, and in calls for Louder and for More.

Above Nagato, Soubi tried to twist and thrust into sensation, but his motion was limited by the rope around his nuts and by Nagato's incessant attentions. Nagato grasped the chair's arm, dragged it around to Soubi's front, and drew closer. Soubi couldn't seem to figure out where to look, at the crying harmony to his left or at his Master between his legs. His chin and chest were wet with saliva, and his cockhead was maroon with pent need. Nagato used pre-cum to slick his fingers, wringing Soubi's length like he would a sopping towel. Soubi's head tossed and thumped against the wall, and he tried to climb up it when Nagato plunged a finger into Soubi's toy-hollowed ass.

"Master, please! " Kimimaro begged and tried in vain to escape Itachi's strikes. Itachi was going easier, now, gentler, as the cane took its purple toll.

"Aaahn-oh-fuck-yeah... Ita--Lord..." Haku had devolved into whimpered mumblings, but he, too, thrashed and struggled.

Nagato teased Soubi's ass and frenulum, allowing the painful circus to continue until Itachi was visibly hard and sweating with exertion. Just within Nagato's peripheral vision, Vaughn gave in and started hastily jerking off, and delirious, self-righteous ownership shoved Nagato into the next phase of their game.

Nagato sucked Soubi's dick into his mouth and swallowed Soubi to the root. His boy was sweet on the tongue and rich in the throat. Itachi gasped, Kimimaro sobbed, and Haku yelled, but Soubi was utterly silent as he thrust and succumbed, his length throbbing against the roof of Nagato's mouth and his groin slapping against Nagato's lips. Nagato dug fingers into Soubi's leg, holding Soubi at the deepest point. Soubi finally uttered a helpless trill, and Nagato drew upward on Soubi's dick. He licked and sucked sharply at the head out of pure cruelty, and was rewarded with a broken sob and one more gush of Soubi's cum. Nagato drank it with vocal relish, continuing to milk and coax tremors out of his boy.

It wasn't until Nagato let Soubi's softening cock slip from between his lips that he registered Vaughn slumped in front of one of the chairs and Itachi kneeling between the tumbled-down twins, Kimimaro and Haku. So lost had Nagato been in Soubi's release that he had missed Kimimaro and Haku's unchaining. The two marked boys sat with their Master, who petted and soothed them. Itachi's eyes were at half mast, and he stared at Soubi's spent cock with unchecked hunger. When his eyes ticked to meet Nagato's, Itachi flushed, the red creeping up his neck and coloring his cheeks.

Nagato smiled.

Beckoning to Vaughn, Nagato painfully got out of the chair. Vaughn crouched to undo rope and cuffs, and Nagato undid the bit gag. "Yes, little one... oh, that feels better." Nagato dropped the gag and massaged Soubi's sore jaw. Soubi's eyes wouldn't stay open, and Vaughn had to catch the boy when the wrist cuffs came unclasped from the wall.

"Set him here." Nagato returned to his seated position, and his bones creaked in pained relief. Nagato put the aches away, high up on a shelf. Eventually they would pile too high and topple down upon Nagato's head, but that was later.

For now, Vaughn lowered Soubi to the floor, and Soubi's upper half sprawled across Nagato's lap. "Pillow," Nagato barked, and Vaughn staggered in haste to the supply cart to return a moment later with something soft to put under Soubi's knees.

"That rug," Nagato dictated, pointing to a rolled carpet in the corner. "Lay it out just here."

Vaughn fetched the thick rug and spread it out in front of them, so the edge touched the tips of Nagato's shoes. When finished, Vaughn returned to his post next to the wall. Nagato didn't fail to note a spent organ and damp thighs. Vaguely he contemplated what he would do to Vaughn if the servant orgasmed twice this night, but there would be ample time to conjure agonies for the Trusted Fool. A task most erotic it would be.

"This way, my loves, this way..." Itachi said, and the three men piled onto the carpet. Kimimaro lay face-down, still gasping and covered in lash marks, and, with a whispered command from Itachi, Haku took up position between Kimimaro's knees.

"Lift yourself to him," Itachi said, and Kimimaro chewed on his lip stud. His spine bent in abjectly fascinating ways, and Kimimaro curled in on himself. He drew his legs up and under him, though with his knees kept wide, and he bowed his back so his asshole pointed north, his balls hung south, his cock curved toward his belly, and his chest and cheek rested on the carpet.

"Lovely boy..." Itachi said in permission.

"Yes, My Lord." Haku smacked Kimimaro's welts with an open palm.

"Nngh-God, yes!" Kimimaro cried, and Haku giggled, striking until Kimimaro's words devolved into meaningless grunts. He bent to Kimimaro's ass, licking the inviting entrance with unbridled enthusiasm.

"Mmph!" Kimimaro whimpered, burying his mouth into the nap of the rug. "Yes... God... ungh... yes..."

"Silence, sweet boy," Itachi ordered, mildly. Kimimaro made two fists but complied, not even breathing, else the sweet boy disobey, and Haku redoubled his efforts.

"Spread him and spit into his asshole, lovely boy," Itachi said, and he got up to pace around the boys on display so he could stand near Nagato.

"Yes, My Lord." Haku wrenched Kimimaro's cheeks even further apart, nails deliberately digging, and he spat into Kimimaro, making the sweet boy jump.

"Coat him well," Itachi droned.

Haku worked up saliva and pursed his lips, letting the clear liquid run in a thin line into Kimimaro's hole. "May I finger fuck him, My Lord?" Haku asked on a heated breath that blew on Kimimaro's shining, flexing ring.

"As ever, my lovely boy read my mind." Itachi chuckled. "Fuck him, strike him, claw him... clamp his nuts and draw them down until we both know he wishes to scream... but do not stroke him, lovely boy. Let His Grace see what our sweet boy can take without crying for our mercy."

The performance was delightful, as ever the tango of two submissive, obedient men was, but Nagato's attention was upon his former Martyr. Despite Itachi's sure-spoken words and deft mastery, Itachi chose to kneel in front of Nagato, facing away to watch the boys roll and play and obey. Itachi sat on his heels, spine rigid and hands fisted on his thighs. Nagato had seen Itachi presented as thus a thousand times, and Nagato soundly did not care if it was intentional, accidental, or mere habit. Such a choice chance could only be claimed.

Nagato's palm smacked the chair arm. He crept forward, and he drew Soubi around until the little one was buried face-first in Nagato's groin. Soubi's arms looped around Nagato's middle, and Nagato's Gentle One knew better than to act without permission. He stayed precisely where Nagato put him, and Nagato placed a hand on Itachi's shapely shoulder. Itachi leaned backward, completely and beautifully trusting, and wedged himself between the outside of Nagato's leg and the side of the chair. Nagato brushed a kiss to Itachi's hair, and the hand he had on Itachi's shoulder crept across Itachi's chest, holding Itachi.

"Your treasures gleam with the honed edges of sapient lessons well-learned," Nagato said to Itachi. Before them, Haku was wringing Kimimaro's balls, tongue and two fingers spearing Kimimaro with rough efficiency. Kimimaro was pink going red with efforts to hold in his responses.

"Thank you," Itachi said simply, and when no titles or epithets followed, Nagato slowly lifted his hand to Itachi's chin. Nagato dug the knuckle of his thumb into the soft point behind Itachi's lower jaw, and he pressed until Itachi's head tilted upward, and Itachi's eyelashes fluttered. Beneath his pants, Itachi was erect, and oh, but Nagato longed to see that proud, thick cock once again. He longed to stroke it, taste it, cut it, cane it... covet it. But he'd settle for seeing it straining with need.

"What tricks will you have them perform for me next, my Martyr?" Nagato said in Itachi's ear. Nagato did not kiss or lick the shell, but he kept his mouth pressed to the coiling shapes. With his free hand, he twisted a grip in Soubi's hair and pressed the Gentle Soul nearer to Nagato's trapped dick. Soubi softly moaned and hugged Nagato tighter.

"Swap," Itachi said, still steady, by all the gods of old, and while the boys on the rug traded places, Nagato wallowed in ferocious pride.

"Lovely boy?" Itachi asked, pausing to swallow.

"Yes... My... My Lord?" Haku rocked backward into Kimimaro's mouth.

"Tell us at length how it feels. Sweet boy? Keep your quiet."

"Nnnnoh... his mouth is warm and wet against and inside me, My Lord," Haku said in a tremulous tone. His eyes were closed, arms flung toward Kimimaro so his hands could hang on to Kimimaro's knees. His hair spilled in a wide, ebony circle, like rippling black blood, and Itachi's breathing was beginning to lose its rhythmic sync.

"He's got my ass spread so far, it feels like I'll split in two." Haku breathed. "Like I'll tear, break... Like I'll love it when I do." Kimimaro spat, and Haku gasped. "Oh... I can feel his spit spilling out of me, into me, slicking me... It starts off warm... but it's cool so soon... Makes me feel so dirty, My Lord. N-needy!" Haku's voice rose with the slide of a finger within him. "Oooh... full, but not full enough. Kimi? Mmmph... Kimi?" As Kimimaro could not answer, he bit Haku's cheek, instead.

"Oooh yes..." Haku smiled. "More, Kimi... I want to burn by your hand for our Master and His Grace."

With one finger still inside Haku, Kimimaro began to spank Haku over the cane welts, earning gasps, cries, and, all too quickly, real calls of tortured bliss. Haku hissed encouragement, and Nagato laughed darkly in Itachi's ear.

"They play one another so well," Nagato said. He decided to forgo his hold on Itachi's chin in favor of undoing Itachi's shirt buttons. "You did that... You uncaged them, and thus showed them how to unlock your greed. But tell me, my Beloved Martyr..." Nagato dropped his voice to a whisper, and his fingers pushed aside fabric and found and grasped Itachi's nipple. "Do you wish it was you?" Itachi's brow furrowed, and Nagato pinched Itachi's flesh. "On that rug, spread and presented to pleasure?" Another pinch. "Naked and willing..." A sharp tug. "Submitting unto someone to whom you would... do anything... to please?"

Itachi's mouth parted in a sound that escaped with the barest of harsher breaths. Itachi arched into Nagato's touch, presenting more for Nagato to do with as he pleased.

"Oh," Nagato intoned, drawing out the breathy note. "I think... my Martyr... that youdo."

"Please!" Haku wailed. "Stings... everywhere... inside... need you insi-oooohfuckyes." Kimimaro was tongue-deep in Haku, hands sliding everywhere they could on Haku's body. "Hot... oh so... Fuuuck..." Haku croaked, and Itachi's soft groan was likely only audible to Nagato.

"I want your cock, My Lord," Haku said in a lovely rush. "I want... oh I want to fuck. To be fucked. Please... please..." Haku impaled himself on Kimimaro in time to his pleas for more, and Kimimaro forced Haku to hold still by getting a fierce grasp on Haku's ballsac. Itachi shuddered.

"Aaahn!" Haku yelled. He punched the carpet and his teeth found and pulled on a wrinkled bit of it. "More!" he managed to say around his mouthful. "Aaah-ha... more!"

"Take control of your boys, and then rise higher on your knees, my Martyr," Nagato instructed.

Itachi licked his lips, and Nagato was entranced by Itachi regaining focus. "Enough," Itachi growled, and Kimimaro and Haku froze in place like a pornographic oil painting. "Do you still keep spare toys in that chest, Your Grace?" Itachi asked.

"I do," Nagato said, very pleased by Itachi's question and faculty to ask it. "And the cart bears implements meant for nicely lubricated insertion."

A quake racked Itachi's form, and Nagato splayed his fingers on Itachi's chest to hold Itachi steady. "Haku, go to that trunk," Itachi said. "The black oak one with the gold edges -- and fetch two plugs and two cock rings. Get what else you need off the cart.Go."

Haku crawled to the specified storage bin, threw open the lid, and dug for the items needed. While Haku was gone, Kimimaro fell to his side. He rolled onto his back, knees bent, and he hung on to the rug, thrusting a wagging, pierced cock uselessly into the air.

"Such bareness does have need of decoration," Nagato mused. "Aesthetic and purposeful, my Martyr. Well done."

Itachi's jaw flexed as he gritted his teeth. Haku finished fetching the lube, condoms, and towels off the cart, and he landed on the rug next to Kimimaro, dropping the assorted items into a pile. "Ring and plug one another," Itachi ordered. "Haku, no commentary but the natural is required. Silence still, my sweet boy. And when both your tasks are done, kneel."

"Yes, My Lord," Haku said with a sharp nod that sent his balance reeling. Kimimaro helped Haku recover it, and tenderness pierced Nagato's heart.

"Executed as none but one of mine could manage," Nagato said. He sighed and stroked Soubi's hair. "My little one... I crave you above all else. Feast upon my cock without undoing any of the barriers. I wish to savor all sensations for so long as I might last."

Soubi moaned at volume, and he lunged to the task, mouthing and nuzzling Nagato's prick beneath the pants. Nagato took a few precious seconds to indulge himself, and Itachi chose that moment to lift higher and inch closer so more of Itachi was within Nagato's reach.

Nagato cupped Itachi's dick, squeezing, and Itachi startled all in the room with his snarling, incomprehensible curse. "Mmm... how hard are you, my Martyr?" Nagato asked.

"I hurt... I... I long for touch... your... Your Grace." Itachi flailed blindly behind him and caught himself on the chair leg, his damp palm squeaking until it found purchase.

"Ooh," Nagato crooned. He let go of Itachi's front and pressed between Itachi's cheeks, shifting slacks and the shorts Itachi usually and likely wore. Itachi's mouth fell open.

"And what of this?" Nagato pushed and dragged cotton. "Does it long for attention, too?"

Itachi groaned, and Nagato spared a glance at Itachi's boys. Cocks and balls ringed at their bases with flexible black bands, Kimimaro finished seating a plug in Haku's ass. Both men were looking to their Lord, however, hypnotized to see their Master coming so beautifully undone.

"Well?" Nagato asked Itachi with a thread of false impatience. He watched Haku and Kimimaro draw closer before kneeling, and Nagato fell in love with their expressions of concerned desperation. That combined with Soubi's nibble around the head of his cock elicited a moan from Nagato's own mouth.

"Yes," Itachi said, dreamily, and Nagato scowled. He snapped his grip from Itachi's rear to Itachi's front, unforgiving and cold. Itachi doubled over and caught himself on one stiff arm. Kimimaro flinched forward, as though to help, but stopped at the last instant with Haku's preventive warning hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, Your Grace," Itachi gasped, correcting himself, but Nagato only tightened his fist.

"Hnngh! It longs... I long for the attention, Your Grace!"

"Of what sort?" Nagato asked dully, ignoring the way Itachi shook in agony and the boys in the room held their collective breaths as Itachi struggled to form words. Let them fret. Nagato knew precisely what his Martyr could take; knew what his Martyr enjoyed taking.

Itachi panted, ragged and damply. "Of the fucking sort, Your Grace."

Nagato hummed and eased his vise-like hold on Itachi's nuts. Itachi went limp with relief, and Nagato took the opportunity to undo Itachi's hair from its band. In Nagato's lap, Soubi was shivering, and Nagato petted his boy. "Do your treasures know of your addiction to being filled, my Beloved Martyr?" Nagato asked mildly.

"I believe they do, Your Excellency," Itachi replied, both palms on the floor and hair hanging to obscure his face. With a grunt, Itachi drew himself upright, pale and drawn with determination.

"Permission, then, to direct your treasures to tasks suited for my--" Nagato began, though he did not get to finish, for the lion in tumbling curls squared shoulders and growled.

"With all respect due unto you, your house, your reputation, and your rules, Your Grace, but we take commands from none save our Lord and Master." Haku spoke while, it would seem, still preventing Kimimaro from comforting Itachi. Haku's voice was as hard as his jutting cock: marble ribbed with veins of red granite. "We serve only him."

Soubi jerked to look at Haku over his shoulder, squinting. If Nagato was adept at reading expressions, then his Gentle One's spelled out commentary on Haku's sanity and on Soubi's possessiveness of His Grace.

Nagato tsked at his boy, directing Soubi to Nagato's lap once again. He looped an arm around Itachi and kissed Itachi's shoulder. "Fearless is the cub who protects the leader of his den," Nagato said.

Itachi chuckled. "He... is mine."

"You speak true. And it is love they use when they evoke your name, and they would protect you with their dying wish." Nagato sighed. "It is beautiful, my Beloved. It moves me. So I would say unto you and them..." Nagato met Haku's steely eyes. "I would force your Lord's head beneath the unending, caressing waters of pleasure, sweet and lovely treasures." Nagato worked to hide his smile. "And I would, in deference to my desire and to your adoration of my Martyr, phrase my commands in forms of question, so as not to arouse conflict among us. I have no need for that form of bloodshed." Nagato considered. "Ah, not tonight, at least. Not from you."

Haku bowed his head. "Our thanks for your benevolent understanding, Your Excellency. We would find further purpose in sheer existence by assisting you to that end."

"In supplication may you find meaning," Nagato answered. He tucked Itachi's hair behind Itachi's ear. "Turn, my Martyr."

Itachi faced Nagato, his eyes wet with pain, and Nagato cupped Itachi's chin, thumb pressing against the cheek between the upper and lower rows of teeth until Itachi's lips parted. "Itachi..." Nagato took time to enunciate each syllable of the name. "Have you ever taken both of your boys within you at once?"

Kimimaro's breath stuttered, and Haku put a hand over Kimimaro's mouth. Itachi's eyelids lowered, and Nagato was transfixed on the movement of Itachi's tongue as he shaped his answer: "No, Your Grace."

"I see." Nagato slid his thumb to Itachi's bottom lip, and he traced the inside of it. "Then now is the time to correct this. If your boys would come closer?"

Itachi gestured for Kimimaro and Haku. They crawled forward and put all four of their combined hands on their Master. Haku kissed Itachi's shoulder, Kimimaro rubbed Itachi's stomach, and Nagato slipped his thumb into Itachi's mouth. Itachi greeted it with suction, and Nagato hooked it behind Itachi's lower teeth. With his other hand, Nagato lifted Soubi away from his lap by the hair.

"Does the dark lion lovely have issue with my Gentle One aiding our efforts?" Nagato asked, and he crooned at his little one, so deeply in Nagato's sway that he hung limply from Nagato's clutches.

"I do not," Haku answered.

Nagato smiled at the brilliant boy. "Then my Gentle One, see to my Martyr's clothing. Undo his fly, remove his cock and balls from confines, and should the Lovely or the Sweet have need of assistance taking down their Master's garments to his knees, then provide such help."

Soubi's elbows hit the rug, and he scrambled to unbutton and unzip Itachi's slacks. Kimimaro and Haku whispered servile nothings to their moaning Lord, and Nagato took the few seconds the actions allowed him to adjust on the chair. Another dart of unpleasant heat spiked from Nagato's hip to knee, and he packaged it up and put it on the shelf with the rest of his discomforts. The affliction softened his prick, but his arousal was only intensified when Itachi's pants and shorts were pooled around Itachi's knees.

"My Martyr has such a perfect cock, yes?" Nagato asked the gentlemen in the room.

"My Lord is perfection in all ways," Haku replied.

Kimimaro nodded, and Nagato narrowed his eyes at the man. "My Martyr, perhaps it is time to undo your sweet boy's silence? Nod if you agree."

Teeth scraped Nagato's thumb, and Nagato allowed Itachi enough slack to give his permission. "Good," Nagato intoned.

A vocal sigh burst forth from Kimimaro's lungs, and he pressed lips to Itachi's throat. "Master... oooh, Master... Thank you." Kimimaro babbled.

"Very good," Nagato repeated, pleased with the turn of circumstance. He forced Itachi's head backward and chin to lift higher, and they all listened to Itachi pant through elegant nostrils. "Upon my word, my Wanderer, suck my Martyr's balls. Lovely and Sweet? Perhaps take up the lube and begin fucking your Lord with your fingers? One from each of you should suffice for now. He will need to be worked up to more, I think, to take you both, but he will burn for it before we give him what he craves, yes?"

"Oooh, yes," Haku said in a lusty growl. Kimimaro whimpered and reached for the bottle of slick from the pile on the floor.

Nagato sighed in contentment. "My Soubi... begin."

Soubi ducked to Itachi's nuts, noisily lavishing them with attention, and Itachi grabbed hold of Soubi's shoulder for support. Kimimaro coated three fingers of his right hand and gave Haku the bottle, who slicked up the same three digits but on the left hand. As a unit, Haku and Kimimaro hugged Itachi, and Itachi's eyes rolled under their half-masted lids.

"Breach him at the same time," Nagato said, and then, remembering his promise: "Yes?"

"Yes." Haku watched Itachi, Kimimaro kissed and petted his Master, and Soubi opened wide and suckled both Itachi's nuts. Itachi's body undulated with sensation, and he called out around Nagato's mouth grip.

"Very good," Nagato purred, savoring the momentary tautness followed by the tremble that went through Itachi when Haku and Kimimaro pushed fingers into Itachi's asshole. "Feel them, my Martyr, and take whatever they give you..."

Itachi moaned and husked a higher call when Soubi pulled upon Itachi's balls. The telling slippery sounds of penetration came from behind Itachi, and Nagato envisioned fingers disappearing into Itachi's ring. "Oooh, but do you not love them both, inside you... moving... seeking your darkest, most secret places?" Nagato hummed, and he leaned to lick a thin line of drool that was snaking its way down Itachi's face. "Is he tight, boys?"

"Yes, Your Grace," Kimimaro answered, dazedly.

"Always, Your Excellency," Haku said.

"But does he give before you? Yield to your insistence?"

"If it pleases him to do so, then we take care with him and live to serve his needs, Your Grace." Haku's voice had a fantastic grit to its tone.

"Maybe another of your fingers, Lovely?" Nagato asked, scanning every inch of Itachi's upturned face.

"I think so, Your Grace." Haku pressed closer to Itachi, tucking his cock against Itachi's hip. He glanced in Nagato's direction, dramatically pausing so Nagato would know when more pressure was added to Itachi's warm insides.

"Nnnnoohah..." Itachi groaned, chest expanding and entire form elongating. He reached without apparent aim with his free hand, and Kimimaro caught and held it to Itachi's chest, their fingers entwined.

"Gentle One," Nagato said. "Grip the head of my Martyr's dick and twist your touch around it. I wish to hear the sound he makes..." Nagato scraped teeth on Itachi's chin. "...when it is too good and too much..."

Itachi gasped and lifted impossibly higher on his knees where he crouched. It took Soubi a moment to get balance and angles to work, and in that perfect second, Nagato gave in to the pulsing thrill singing through his veins.

"Sweet One... Another finger. Now, if you please."

"Fuck," Kimimaro commented. "Y-yes... Yes Your..." Kimimaro didn't quite have the wherewithal to finish, and Nagato forgave it, as Kimimaro's attention was on timing. He pressed into Itachi at the exact moment that Soubi started to wring the sensitive crown of Itachi's dick.

For Nagato, time slowed, and he was granted the gift of heightened awareness. Itachi's cry rang shrill in Nagato's ears, and Nagato had to work to keep his grip on his Martyr. Itachi tried to flinch away from Soubi, but Soubi kept suction on Itachi's nuts. Itachi's next yell was pained, helpless, and questioning, as though Itachi wondered why and how and if this was real and happening to him, and he was imploring the gods for explanation. Haku's soothing sounds were at odds with the flex of his arm, which told Nagato everything about the force Haku used to thrust into Itachi's body. Said speed was matched by Haku's brother in submission, and Kimimaro got a further grip on Itachi by planting a wide bite on Itachi's straining, sweating, flexing throat. With multiple fingers splitting him, a mouth trapping him, a hand and thumb holding him, arms around him, tender words reaching him, and exactly no means of escape or reprieve, Itachi, at beautiful long last, surrendered. His shoulders slackened, his forehead smoothed, his lashes went damp, his thighs gave out, and he sank to his heels, lolling by Nagato's clasp and giving himself over to it.

Nagato gasped and murmured affection in Russian until he realized he was using the wrong tongue. "Yes, yes... my Martyr..." Nagato said in English. "No resistance remains, no need for struggle... Your treasures have you. My Gentle One caters to you. And my arms have width to embrace you all..." Gently, Nagato slipped his thumb from between Itachi's lips, and Nagato kissed the corner of Itachi's mouth. "And so it is basking in your beauty that we continue. Boys?" Nagato released Itachi, and petted Soubi's raised ass. "Attend your Master."

The room exploded with sighs, moans, and nearly inaudible curses. "My Lord... allow us... please..." Haku entreated, and Itachi met Haku for a searing kiss. Haku wrapped his arms around Itachi's neck, tugging and pulling until Haku was on his back and Itachi was looming over him. Haku bent his knees, spreading himself under Itachi, and Kimimaro took up the work behind the occupied Martyr.

"Itachi..." Kimimaro said softly, surprising Nagato, but Itachi groaned. Itachi ate of Haku's lips, and Kimimaro finished undressing Itachi, removing shoes, socks, pants, and shorts, before he began to work fingers and tongue into Itachi's ass. Haku reached between Itachi's legs, got a fist around Itachi's cock, and stroked, and Itachi buried a cry in Haku's chest.

"My Lord... we need you..." Haku panted, and his solicitation received a snarling rasp from Itachi, who smeared indecipherable words over Haku's nipple. Itachi bit his lovely boy and braced on an arm so as to get a grip on the plug inserted inside Haku.

"And I you," Itachi managed to say, pull-shoving the plug and stifling Haku's breathy, musical cries with more kisses.

"Gentle One, fetch that spare bottle of lube and bend over my lap," Nagato ordered Soubi, sensing that his Martyr was gone to the care of the kept boys, and envisioning the next move of their ongoing game. "Vaughn! In my sights."

Nagato's manservant slinked along the padded wall, and Nagato shivered in pure-grain greed to see Vaughn hardening again. "On your knees, Fool, hands behind your head."

Vaughn assumed the execution position, and Soubi scrambled to lay across Nagato's knees. Nagato guided the boy as much as his increasingly limited mobility would allow. The pain was flaring, rising, beginning to surge and tumble town from its pedestals like boulders down a mountainside, but Nagato would not allow it to overtake him until the scene before him was finished.

"Sweet One?" Nagato barked, and Kimimaro jerked his head in Nagato's direction without taking his eyes off Itachi's stuffed, slippery entrance. "I suggest you be on your back, holding your Master, and I suggest covering those rods in your delightful cock." Nagato accepted the lube from Soubi's hand with a mutter of thanks in Russian. "As I recall," Nagato said thoughtfully. "My Martyr enjoyed being fucked with metal and flesh, but it went smoother with latex to aid the glide."

"Yes, Your Grace," Kimimaro agreed.

When Kimimaro twisted to take up a condom, Itachi reared upright, his sights set upon Haku. "You wished to get fucked, my lovely boy?" Itachi rasped, dragging Haku across the rug and lifting Haku's lower half. "Is that what you begged of me, when you spoke so sweet?" Itachi plunged the toy over and over into Haku, sinking it to full depth every time.

"Yes!" Haku bellowed, a war cry of the victorious, and Nagato worried at Soubi's welts so the boy would squirm and add pressure to Nagato's dripping dick.

"And soon... to be... fucking..." Itachi sank the plug home, put Haku down on the rug, and began spanking Haku's inner thighs with solid whacks that caused Soubi to flinch. "Me," Itachi finished.

"Christ, Kimi, come on!" Haku wailed, impatience trumping his usual honey-nectar diction.

Kimimaro snapped the condom down over his cock, slathered himself until his length shone, and he hit the floor with a muffled whump. "Master?" he said. "Itachi, please, could you--"

Kimimaro's breath caught, and Itachi didn't let Kimimaro finish. Itachi slung his legs to straddle Kimimaro's hips, and Nagato froze the image, saving it for forever memory. Itachi: still in an undone shirt and nothing else, hair loose and damp, necklace gleaming in the dungeon light, chest and neck flushed pink, nipples hard, cock harder, and poising Kimimaro beneath himself with Kimimaro's assistance. Itachi took a breath and sank onto Kimimaro with a speed that spoke of eagerness and practice. Itachi's mouth dropped open, head back and hair trailing onto Kimimaro's chest, but he didn't make a sound until Haku pressed against Itachi and sucked Itachi's nipple.

"Ooooh by the saints and devils..." Itachi mumbled. "Yesss..." The word transformed into a hiss, and his boys guided Itachi backward, urging Itachi to lay atop Kimimaro. They had to pause at one point, as Itachi's whimper pierced the room.

"So full... want you... Ha-Haku... lovely... need... nnnghooh..." Itachi's spine arched, and Kimimaro nibbled Itachi's ear, keeping his arms loose until Itachi lowered the final few inches to be flush against Kimimaro. Then Kimimaro held Itachi tightly, arms draped across his Master's chest and waist. Itachi's head was practically upside down, hanging over Kimimaro's shoulder and resting on the carpet below them, and his thighs trembled, the muscles bunching beneath the milky skin.

"I shall ever do as you ask of me, My Lord," Haku said with hasty reverence. He helped Itachi spread wider and situate so Itachi's legs were hooked outside of Kimimaro's, and he gathered the lube to prepare himself.

"Master... so good, Master..." Kimimaro whispered, pinching and petting Itachi with shuddering abandon.

"Can you move within him, Kimimaro?" Nagato asked, and he sighed when Kimimaro carefully rocked a studded cock into the Martyr's ass. Itachi gasped and garbled choked sounds, and Nagato bit his own lip. "So beautiful, split by your boy and taking him... Oooh..." Nagato uncapped the lube bottle and began to play with the plug in Soubi's ass, Nagato's only aim at the moment to tease his little one. Soubi's breath caught, and Nagato busied himself with tracing every inch of presented skin. "And the sounds you shall make for all of us when Haku is in you..."

"Perfection," Haku commented, dreamily, and he took hold of himself to line up his tip to Kimimaro's bent cock. The angle would be enough to drive Kimimaro mad, dragging as Haku would along the underside of Kimimaro's length, and already Kimimaro cried out against Itachi's cheek.

Haku hissed, glorious face in a frown of concentration. He took hold of Itachi's thigh, he pressed with captivating viciousness both against Kimimaro and Itachi's ring, and for a delirious moment, it seemed as though Itachi's body would not allow admittance. Kimimaro's breathing was toned with continual cries, and Itachi was thrashing his head side to side, held still only by Kimimaro's strength. Haku kept the pressure, snatching up the lube and upending it where all three of them were trying to become one. He smeared the slick on Itachi with his thumb, massaging, and Itachi sucked a sharp breath.

"Oh!" Itachi yelled and then yelped, beleaguered and tortured, as the head of Haku's dick popped inside, and Haku sheathed himself within.

"FUCK!" Itachi bellowed, straining in Kimimaro's arms as though trying to thrust to meet Haku and also escape the penetration at the same time. Haku slapped palms on both of Itachi's legs, pulling Itachi to him, and with a tiny smile that spoke of a sadist's heart, Haku started to fuck his Lord and his Kimimaro with only the barest pause to let anyone adjust to accommodate him.

"Ooooh, yeah..." Haku moaned, gaze cast down at where he was repeatedly vanishing into Itachi's overflowing hole.

Itachi rattled a damp wheeze, something like a sob and a plea, and he blew out tension in a raspy wail. Nagato closed his eyes, knowing what the sound heralded and holding his breath in anticipatory glee.

"Oh... dear... fuck... God... yes!" Itachi called. "Yes... Yes...fuck yeah! Oooh, God yeah! Haku!Nnnghgod... harder, Haku..." Itachi trembled. "Fffuuuck!"

Haku began to pound into Itachi, and Kimimaro grunt-cussed with every stroke. Itachi's cries of a man beyond ability to cope with endorphin-inspired nirvana, however, drowned out everyone else, and even Vaughn wasn't immune to the effects of a blissed-out Martyr riding the high. Vaughn stroked himself, and Nagato kept an eye on his manservant and the other on Soubi's gaping hole. Nagato squeezed lube into it, let it pour, and Soubi's whimpers reached Nagato's ears in a counter-rhythm to Itachi's ever-present roars.

"My Gentle One..." Nagato said affectionately, twisting the plug. "We must not slight our guests." Nagato eased the toy out of Soubi with a wet pop. Soubi's entrance fluttered, attempting to close. Nagato swirled a finger around the clamping ring, massaging and enjoying the feel of overtaxed, ridged muscle. "My Martyr loves being filled, all ways, all ends, all kinds. Go tend to that need, and then do what you must to see him to his moment of rapture."

Soubi fell from Nagato's lap, and he crawled around the fucking men until he knelt at Kimimaro and Itachi's heads. With only the minimal nod to nicety, Soubi cupped a hand behind Itachi's bent neck. Soubi stroked himself, smeared the tip of his dick across Itachi's dry lower lip, and he fed himself into Itachi's mouth and throat. Itachi's muted gag sent a spasm of joy along Nagato's spine.

"Hold him tighter, methinks, Sweet One," Nagato directed when it appeared Kimimaro was debating on letting Itachi's arms go. Kimimaro obeyed Nagato, and so it was that Nagato's Martyr was caught in an organic web of pleasure. Soubi encircled Itachi's neck with both hands, thumbs on the Adam's Apple, and he fucked Itachi's face at the same pace Haku fucked Itachi's ass.

Nagato had a spare thought to long for a camera or perhaps an artist, as the second would require the men to hold the pose for far longer, but a gut-wrenching, nerve-frying dash of pain shot down both of Nagato's hips. He adjusted himself in the chair, gripping both the arms, and he must have appeared in dire straits, as Vaughn materialized at Nagato's elbow. Nagato tilted his head toward his house nurse, minutely shaking it in a negative, because only such pain that rendered Nagato unconscious would cause him to miss the approaching finale.

Kimimaro, the dear sweetling, was the first to crack. "Oooh God... Master... I... I'm--" Kimimaro's voice rose in shock and something like fear. "Coming! Fuck... fuck I'm--oooh-hoh, God!" Kimimaro gasped through the rest of his release, and began to whine when Haku did not relent.

"Soubi," Haku snarled, not quite command, but more to get Soubi's attention off Itachi's mouth.

It worked, and Soubi shook himself. He snatched up a condom, and, without pulling free of Itachi's lips, Soubi grasped Itachi's base. Itachi was mostly soft, but Soubi's insistent stroking with first his fist and then his mouth hardened Itachi in less than the full sixty ticks of a moment.

"Come, oh God, please, come... please... Itachi... Haku? Please...!" Kimimaro begged in an ode to overwrought exhaustion.

Haku barked a determined note. "Soubi, get on with it."

Soubi, ever obedient, ripped open the condom and snapped it over Itachi in a blink. He stood with grace that was impressive for one so lost, and he slung a leg across the striving pile of men. He faced Itachi and Kimimaro, sank his ass onto Itachi's awaiting cock, and immediately set himself to riding Itachi, using Itachi's chest as a hand brace and adding his weight to Kimimaro's constricting arms.

Itachi choked. Itachi gasped. Itachi shook. And then Itachi... screamed. The tensioned workings of ten men attempting to lift a tank ripped through Itachi's body, and still Soubi rode and Haku plunged. By the time Haku lost rhythm and shook in endgame spasms, joining his Lord in the moon's orbit around a distant earth, Itachi had howled himself hoarse. Kimimaro was kissing Itachi, over and over in between soft, meaningless sounds of comfort, and Soubi, without permission to touch himself or the energy to exert himself any further, lifted off Itachi and collapsed next to the other three men. Haku bent forward, and Kimimaro held Haku and his Master, both, and everyone tried to regain breath and the ability to mobilize limbs.

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...to be continued...
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SOME NOTES...
1. Story has three parts. More coming soon.
2. This is not the first story in this series. For all the stories in order, as well as references to them in other stories in my world, please go here: http://demented-dee.livejournal.com/49053.html
AFF gets third tier as far as posting order goes. Y gallery and LiveJournal have more and have more fun stuff.
3. This story has artwork! You can see it with a Y gallery account by going here: http://www.y-gallery.net/view/864550/
4. This story has an audio version, as do some of the other Nagato/Soubi pieces. You can find them here: http://www.4shared.com/folder/_NP_sSIc/Nagato_Soubi_and_Crew.html
5. Chapter Two is dedicated to WalkingD, who won the third round of Bingo at my last Read Along! Congrats!
Thank you! Much love and gasping, exhausted man piles,
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