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The Price of Love I	By : JaydenNara Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What I Couldn't Do For You

The enemy circled, ready to strike at any moment.

Without the slightest hint as to what their abilities were, Shikamaru started forming a plan, already thirty possible outcomes played out, and three quarters of them didn't end well for the trio.

Four Sound nin charged.

Shikamaru managed to bind two in his jutsu, while two others headed for Kiba, completely disregarding Akamaru. The fifth member of their team, curiously enough, hung back.

One of the men heading for the dog nin had a large claw, the other drew a katana. Both were easily avoided, and Kiba jumped to his nin-ken's side.

"Jujin Bushin!" Akamaru disappeared in a puff of smoke, an exact replica of Kiba appearing in his place. "Have a plan yet?" the brunet called to his teammate. He could see the shadow nin shake his head, as well as the two men caught in the Nara's kekkei genkai. "Gatsuga!" Kiba only managed to land a hit on one of the enemy, while the other dodged the transformed canine, and jumped clear of the attack, narrowly missing the Kiba clone with his sword.

"Shikamaru!"

Kiba's voice snapped the raven back to reality, alerting him to the present danger. The sound nin hanging back and circling the clearing was heading straight for the preoccupied shadow nin.

Managing to roll out of the line of fire thanks to Kiba's warning, Shikamaru was forced to break his seal and lost the shadows hold. Hand to hand wasn't his strong suit, but he was holding up against his two opponents, the third attacker having drawn back again.

Suddenly, a loud piercing note echoed through the woods causing both leaf nin's vision to blur. Thanks to his other senses, Kiba managed to stay on his feet and hold off the attacks that doubled in effort against him. Across the clearing, the raven wasn't so lucky.

Shikamaru lost focus at the sound of the attack blurring his sight. Slipping in the mud now covering the forest floor due to the heavy rain, a solid kick was landed to his ribs. He went down, sinking into the soft ground.

"Shikamaru!" yelled Kiba, as he watched in horror a kunai plunge into his friends' stomach, a small amount of blood trickled from the shadow nin's lips as he choked. The dog nin ducked the oncoming claw, screaming again for his fallen comrade to get up. His two enemies laughed and redoubled their efforts, their attacks relentless. He continued to dodge the sword and claw that followed his every move, and blocked his every escape as he tried to aid his teammate.

Shikamaru's arms and legs were pinned by two heavy bodies while the one who had felled him with the sound attack calmly walked over and kneeled on top of him. Surprisingly, the third nin was female, and like her companions, was grinning ear to ear.

"How about some fun?" she asked, the tip of a kunai slid down his cheek,. His blood trickled down, staining his pale face. "We were so bored, and then you came along. I think it's only fair that you entertain us, after all, you're on our turf uninvited." She leaned in close, eyes dancing with amusement. "Plus," she whispered breathily. "I like it when they scream."

A hand ran up his abs before ripping away the shirt and exposing the shadow nin's toned torso. Shikamaru fought the scream building as his captor pushed against the deep kunai wound on his lower gut. He struggled against the three holding him down, but his struggles only served to sink him further into the mud.

"He's so pretty," the nin kneeling over him sighed. "It would be a shame to waste him. Do you think I would be allowed to keep him?" The other two chuckled at her eagerness as she leaned in and bite into one of the dusty pink nipples, drawing blood.

The kunai blade sliced down his stomach in rapid succession, forcing a piercing scream from the chunin's lips. The blade continued making gashes in his ivory skin, his blood flowing freely, running off his body in rivulets, and mixing with the soaked earth below him.

"Mmm... I want him," the female moaned, rubbing her body against his. Leaning forward, she lapped at the blood pooling on the pale skin, her tongue rough against his open wounds. "It's not often prey walk willing into our territory, but when they do, Orochimaru-sama says we can play."

"Ahhh!" Shikamaru's body twisted in agony as his attackers tongue forcing its way into one of the many slashes on his chest. He almost sighed with relief when she sat back, his blood dripping from her mouth, but soon the blade ran along his stomach tearing deeply into the sensitive skin, slowly tracing just above his boxers elastic waist.

"You know what I'm going to do to you?" She pulled his pants down to mid thigh, boxers following. "I'm going to have you right here, then my friends will have their own fun." She cackled and grabbed his limp member, stroking him hard. She leaned forward and breathed into his ear. "I'll tell you a secret," she mockingly whispered. "I'm the gentlest, so come on pretty boy, get hard for me and I'll be nicer."

Her lips met his with bruising force and Shikamaru tried to shake her off, but fighting was useless. The Nara's lip split as she bit into it, tugging at hard in reprimand, and the coppery taste of his own blood filled him mouth.

While her one hand was busy with the pointless exercise of stroking the captured teen to hardness, her free hand came up, the kunai blade raking down his abs repeatedly.

Muffled screams echoed through the trees. Shikamaru felt her tongue cleaning his blood off his body as she moved down, the roughness of her tongue ripping into the open wounds. Trying to hold in his screams, he clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding, but a whimper still escaped. It wouldn't be long before he broke. He could see what would happen, every possible scenerio played on a loop in his mind like some sort of sick, twisted horror movie.

The deranged Sound nin took Shikamaru into her mouth, sucking hard, but he stayed soft. Pain was not a turn on for the Nara, and he didn't even have to expel any effort to stay soft under her misguided attempts.

Frustrated with his lack of response to her molestation, she stabbed her kunai into his gut again. "I will have you, you little bastard," she shrieked, her voice dying in the wind. She twisted the kunai buried in her prey leaving it in while she watched him writhe in agony, his cries music to her ears. A sickening grin spread over her face as a wicked idea formed.

The mud caked pants were roughly pulled down further, and the raven struggled harder, immediately knowing what she was planning. His body felt like it was burning, so much so that the freezing rain was warm against his skin. Three fingers of his tormentor thrust into his tight hole with no preparation or lubricant. He could feel himself tearing, and his throat grew raw as his cries of agony grew louder, and he knew the worst was still to come when the men holding him would take their turns. In his mind, he knew there was blood, and there would be much more, but he couldn't tell the difference between his own bodily fluids and the rain.

Roughly prodding her captive's prostrate, the sound nin cackled madly at her latest plan, her companions laughing gleefully along with her. They could almost taste success as the once limp cock twitched, and she reached out to stroke it.

Kiba couldn't focus, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't see. With every scream of anguish, his vision turned a darker shade of red and his blood pounded in his ears. The agonized howls of his best friend echoed through the woods, the sound almost making his heart stop. Every turn was blocked and he couldn't reach his tortured companion.

"Kiba!" Shikamaru screamed in desperation, every possible outcome of this horrid experience running though his mind, each more horrific than the last, driving the genius Nara insane. His body couldn't take the overload anymore. Every nerve was screaming in pain, his chest and stomach ripped to shreds, and he felt the shame of his body finally giving in to her demands. Unable to stand the guilt of failing himself and his teammate, he gave in to the darkness creeping into his mind, and gratefully sunk into oblivion knowing he wouldn't wake. The last thing he heard was an enormous growl erupt, Kiba's cry of absolute fury echoing through the woods. "Kiba..." he whispered sadly, a tear mixing with the water falling from the sky. "I'm sorry."

Shikamaru's terrified voice echoed in Kiba's mind, but the genius nin had long fallen silent, and the Inuzuka feared the worst. Fury coursed through his veins, and anger took over his every action.

"Akamaru, now!" yelled the brunet, his canine companion running to his side. "Jinju Konbi Henge, Sotoro!" A two headed white wolf stood in the middle of the forest, an earth shattering growl erupted from its mouths, causing every person within the clearing to shake in terror.

The two sound nins were unable to escape the fury of the beast. Torn to shreds within seconds, their bodies were scattered over the forest floor. The weight on Shikamaru disappeared as the three holding him scattered in a futile attempt to escape, but their fate had been sealed when Kiba heard the shadow nins first scream. No one would escape alive. Kiba hunted down, and ripped them to pieces, their innards decorating the trees in a gruesome manner.

Fighting off exhaustion, Kiba crawled to the still Nara, but Shikamaru wasn't conscious, his body far too still. "Shikamaru!" he yelled, his hand moving to check the younger teens pulse. It was there, but it was weak. "Shika! Wake up! Please! Shika!" His eyes wandered over the prone form of his friend in the mud, taking in every detail.

Long angry gashes adorned the pale body, the crimson blood still flowing freely. The black shirt was ripped open, his pants partially down and torn.

The distressed Inuzuka pulled the kunai from the body of his mutilated friend, before ripping his own jacket from his trembling body to stanch the bleeding. He fought the tears that stung his dark eyes, and choked back a sob, but the tears welled, and spilled over, mixing with the falling rain beading on his tattooed cheeks. "Akamaru, go get help!" he ordered, his voice cracking slightly. "Find the Hokage or Sakura. I don't care if you have to drag them here. Go!"

The giant dog barked, and ran into the woods. It was a two day trip home and he desperately hoped Shikamaru could hold out for the four day wait. "Please don't leave me," he begged the still form. "You promised I wouldn't lose you."

Searching the clearing, Kiba grabbed Shikamaru's mud soaked bag. His own had been shredded when he transformed. Heaving the limp body of the shadow nin in his arms, he ran for the caves they had previously been heading for. Lightning streaked across the sky, lighting up the woods around them, and the sky continued to weep.

The first cave they came to was dry, and the younger chunin deemed it good enough for the time being. Placing the body on the cold floor of the stone cavern, Kiba dumped the contents of the only surviving bag, scrolls rolling in all directions as he grabbed any medical supplies he could see. He had no remarkable talent when it came to first aid- it had always his sister's forte- and he silently cursed himself for not paying more attention to Iruka-sensei or his mother.

Stripping the unconscious form, he dressed as many of the ugly gashes that marred the beautiful skin as he could. The two three-inch-wide puncture wounds from the kunai on his lower gut were the worst, and it looked as though the second kunai had been twisted while still in the body for nothing more than to cause extra pain, and it made Kiba sick to his stomach. The internal damage was beyond anything that the tracker could handle, but nothing major hand been hit, and Shikamaru was a shinobi, these wounds were part of the job, his body knew how to cope with them to a certain degree.

After dealing with the vicious stab wounds, the tracker looked over the others. The bleeding from the minor abrasions had stopped, as well as the slice on his cheek, but he long ugly slashes still bled freely, the blood staining the rock floor beneath them. There was two more on his upper left thigh, both around four inches long, another ten inches long looked like it had run along the boxer line on his lower abdomen. Seven long scars ran over his torso, crisscrossing in several places, all between six to twelve inches. There was also one per arm running from shoulder to wrist, any deeper and the Nara would have bled out by now.

Tears stung the younger teen's eyes as he dressed the body of his fallen comrade. "I'm sorry Shika," he choked out, struggling to keep his grief at bay. "I'm so, so sorry." Tears blurred his vision further, but he refused to let them fall. "I should have gotten to you faster. This is my fault. You're the strategist, I'm the fighter. I should have sensed them earlier, I should have known they were there."

Still blaming himself, he grabbed the only blanket, and wrapped the freezing body of his friend in its warmth, swaddling him like a child. He leaned back against the cave wall, watching the shallow breathing of the unconscious Nara. His eyes started feeling heavy as he struggled to stay awake, but his chakra was too depleted from the massive amount he used in the final transformation, and darkness overtook him quickly.

Shikamaru was more than shocked to wake up the next morning. Not only that, but the found he couldn't move with his body still mummy wrapped in the blanket, arms pinned to his sides. The first thought through his mind was that they were captured, but he soon realized that wasn't the case. He was also acutely aware of the warm body pressed up against his left side, and the familiar and comforting woodsy scent of Kiba set his mind at ease.

At some point in the night, Kiba had shifted from leaning against the wall, to the lying on the ground beside the Nara. The heat of the other body drew him in, and his face was now buried in the older teens' neck, his body fleshed out against the taller boy, his arm flung over the wounded chest.

Shikamaru whimpered quietly as Kiba's arm moved further down his scarred chest, brushing over the fresh injuries of the night before. "Kiba?" the Nara called softly, trying hard not to startle the other chunin awake. "Wake up!" He tried to wiggle free, but pain lanced through his body forcing a sharp gasp from his cracked lips.

Kiba started awake at sharp inhalation of air, and propped his weight up on his elbow, raising himself off the immobile body beside him. "Shikamaru!" he cried, realizing he was unintentionally causing the injured genius pain. He brought a hand up, running the tips of two of his fingers gently down the side of the other boys face, praising whatever higher power he could that the other was awake. Realizing the intimacy of position he was in he immediately dropped his hand and rolled away for the genius. "Sorry."

Stunned by the sudden show of quiet affection, Shikamaru blinked slowly before remembering his current situation. "It's ok," he mumbled, struggling with his bindings again. "Ahhh... could you unwrap me?" the Nara heir asked after a moment, giving a sheepish smile. "I'm stuck."

"Oh, yeah, sure." The dog nin carefully unwrapped the wounded teen, and upon catching sight of what lay beneath the covers, immediately flushed bright red, almost matching his clan markings. "Ahhh... right..." he mumbled, scratching the back of his head, and willing himself to not look down.

It took only a moment for Shikamaru to realize he shouldn't be able to feel the cool breeze flowing through the cave so acutely. He glanced down at his body to find it completely bare other than the blood stained wrappings, and he blushed crimson to match the equally embarrassed Inuzuka. "Kiba?" the Nara asked quietly, trying not to stutter. "Where are my clothes?"

"Well you see, it's like this," the Inuzuka started, struggling to keep his gaze elsewhere. "Your shirt was ripped apart, and your pants and boxers were in the way, not to mention soaking wet and covered in mud, plus completely destroyed as well," he rambled, heart pounding at the sudden discovery that his best friend was more than just attractive. "Ikind of didn't even notice you were, uhh... you know, naked, till now. I was a little preoccupied with the bleeding and you nearly dying, and, yeah..."

As embarrassed as he was, Shikamaru laughed, but his body protested, pain shooting through his limbs. Tan hands fluttered uselessly over Shikamaru's body, unsure of what to do or how to help.

"Can I have my boxers at least?" the normally lazy nin asked as the dark slitted eyes continued to scan his body.

"Umm... in a minute," Kiba muttered, distracted by the amount of blood soaked into the bandages wrapping the thin body. "I need to redress your wounds."

"But..." Shikamaru tried to protest.

"No buts, it's not like it's something I haven't seen before," the brunet reprimanded, peeling off the bloodied bandages, and tossing them into the corner of the cavern.

"What on earth are you talking about?" the Nara said in annoyance. "You've never seen me naked before." He tried to raise his arms to cover himself, but ended up wincing, his arms falling uselessly back to the ground.

"That's not what I meant," Kiba said, rolling his eyes. Nimble fingers redressed the ugly slashes, working quickly and efficiently. "I've never seen you naked, but it's not like I haven't seen a guy's dick before. You forget I have one too," he added with a sly grin, still trying to convince himself he wasn't interested in Shikamaru's.

Shikamaru was quiet for a moment, letting his friend patch him up. "Kiba?"

"Hm?"

"What happened?" The Inuzuka was strangely silent, and it was somewhat worrying. Shikamaru decided to push forward. "I shouldn't have survived to encounter. Every scenario that played out ended with us dead or captured, and yet here we are, alive and... mostly well. So what did you do?"

Well? Better? I hope so. Still dark, but that's needed for later.
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