Dirty Little Secret

WARNING: This chapter contains graphic non-consensual sex scene. DX



CHAPTER 28



Things were eerily calm in Naruto’s house for almost a month. After getting Pein in the house, the blonde had withdrawn in himself, mostly ignoring the outside world unless he was working and he barely reacted to Kakashi – he even appeared to be angry at him much less often than he used to. The older man wasn’t sure what had precipitated that change, but it felt much like the calm before the big storm and it deeply unnerved him.



If Naruto barely noticed Kakashi’s presence, he had completely ignored Pein’s existence, letting the former jounin to look after his prisoner. That too left him with mixed feelings – Pein had done so many terrible things, had harmed so many people – he wanted to hate him. He didn’t want to bring him food two times a day, he didn’t want to let him out on potty breaks, he didn’t want to see him at all. Most of all, he didn’t want to pity him, which was exactly what happened eventually, despite his best efforts.



He had always had a bleeding heart – at least always after Obito’s death. And seeing someone that helpless touched that sensitive chord in him, as much as he didn’t want to. It made him stop gripping Pein’s thin wrist so hard when he led him out and took him back in, stopped him from shoving him around when he was moving too slow, made him put the bowl of rice or whatever had been left of breakfast and dinner right in his hands rather than on the ground before him.



The red-head himself had gradually stopped flinching so much in Kakashi’s presence. The behaviour never completely disappeared, but he acted a bit less like a frightened cat and more like a frightened puppy. He still barely said a word, other than thanking him for the food or for the water or for letting him out of the closet for a few minutes, to either visit the toilet or to bathe, something Kakashi let him do every evening – he rationalized to himself that there was no point to deny the man hygiene because then he’d be the one who’d have to brave the stench when he cared for him.



Then, almost two months after Naruto had taken Pein in the house, the storm Kakashi had awaited finally struck.



He was awoken in the middle of the night by what could only be described as crying and begging, muffled sounds coming from behind the bedroom’s closed door.



Gingerly, Kakashi stood up and looked at Naruto’s bed – it was rumpled, but the blonde wasn’t in it. Quietly, he opened the door and walked into the darkened corridor. Pein’s door was open, the illumination of the automatic light inside seeping in the otherwise dark room. The sounds were coming from there.



Slowly, employing all that he knew about stealth, he sneaked and peeked behind the open door. The scene inside made bile rise in his throat.



Pein was on the blood-soaked mattress, lying on his back, his arms tied up above his head. His entire body was covered in fresh bruises and lacerations, a discarded and bloodied kunai lying forgotten on the cement floor next to the mattress. Naruto was between the red-head’s splayed thighs, thrusting roughly and growling, clutching at the narrow hips, fingers leaving new bruises and nails crescent moon bloodied marks.



Pein was crying softly, a sound that intensified when Naruto ran his hand over his cut chest and stomach.



“Please… please, Master, stop…” he begged brokenly, but Naruto didn’t stop. He ignored him completely. “Please, it hurts…”



“Yeah?” the blonde hissed. “Good.”



Kakashi stared at the scene in shock and revulsion, mind unable to comprehend the sight before him.



As an ANBU member, and later a regular jounin, Kakashi had participated into numerous torture sessions. For a high-ranking ninja forcing enemies to talk was an essential skill – that was something he had learned very early on. While interrogations of captured enemies inside Konoha itself were carried out by Morino Ibiki’s team and the man itself, during a mission that was done by the members of the squad dispatched to do the job, more often than not conducted by the captain himself.



It was part of the job for Kakashi, even if it was something he had never liked. Over the years, he had gotten used to the thought. However, torture for information was something that had a purpose that didn’t involve the interrogators deriving pleasure from their brutality. Kakashi had never enjoyed it, even if he accepted its necessity in some cases. That, and there were things where he drew the line at doing to make people talk – rape being one of them. He knew that it was an effective torture, but he could not condone it, not for any excuse or cause. He never used it in his interrogations and he never allowed his subordinates to do so.



There had been a time when he had been a subordinate to another captain, a captain who had not suffered from such qualms. After witnessing such interrogation he had ran among the trees and thrown up. The revulsion and horror haunted him to this day.



Witnessing Naruto doing this was something he had not expected. He had known that the blonde was very much capable of brutality, he had known that Pein had been abused prior to being brought to the house – but he had never imagined that Naruto personally took part in it or what the nature of the abuse had been.



He tried to remind himself that this was Pein, of all people – that he shouldn’t pity him. But as he looked at the red-head, all he could see a victim - a helpless, defenseless victim, begging for the agony to stop. This wasn’t an interrogation, it served no other purpose but to give pleasure to Naruto.



“Come on, pet!” the blonde suddenly hissed. “What happened with “Hurt me, Master?” Didn’t you want to be punished for your crimes? Hmm?”



Pein stopped begging. He stopped trying to struggle. He just lay there, crying softly as Naruto hurt him. Finally, with a growl, the blonde finished and withdrew, leaving the broken body on the mattress as he stood up. Looking at the door, he said:



“Kakashi.”



The man startled, then swallowed.



“Come in, quit hiding there.” The voice couldn’t get any more commanding than that.



His feet felt like they were glued to the floor from the shock of what he had just seen and heard.



“Kakashi!” there was a warning in that voice and he finally moved, feeling as if he was wading through one of Itachi’s nightmarish illusions.



Naruto looked at him, then looked down at Pein, who had stopped crying and was lying quietly on the soiled mattress, shivering and shaking.



“Clean it and throw out the mattress. I am going to bed.



And with that he left, his shoulder brushing Kakashi’s roughly as he passed by him.



It took Kakashi a few moments to gather his wits as he stared down at the red-head. He hadn’t moved at all, other than to make a feeble attempt to close his legs in some resemblance of decency. His face was bruised and wet with tears, vibrant hair matted with sweat and stuck to his cheeks and forehead.



When Kakashi kneeled and reached to touch him the man flinched violently and whimpered in fear.



“Shhh.” Kakashi said softly. “I won’t hurt you. It’s me, Kakashi. I won’t hurt you.”



Pein once again quieted down and offered no resistance when Kakashi slid his arms under his back and his knees and lifted him off the bloodied mattress. Despite the weakness in his leg the man was so light that it was no difficulty to move him from the closet to the bathroom and then carefully deposit him in the bathtub. Taking off his own blood-dirtied clothes, Kakashi climbed in with him, grateful that the tub was large enough for the both of them to fit comfortably. Turning on the warm water, he began to wash the man as carefully as he could. The red-head said nothing, just lay there quietly as Kakashi gently washed off all the blood, moving the showerhead on the length of his body.



As Kakashi watched the reddish water swirl under them, going down the drain, Pein suddenly said:



“Why?”



“Why what?” Kakashi answered with a quietly.



“Why are you so kind?” the red-head clarified.



Kakashi paused.



“I am just doing what I think is the right thing to do, Pein.” He offered.



“It’s Nagato.”



“Huh?”



“My name. It’s Nagato.” The red-head clarified and winced when Kakashi carefully aimed the water-jet at his behind to was away the blood and semen leaking between his thighs.



“I thought you preferred to name yourself Pein.”



“Pein is gone.” Was all that the red-head said.