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Nine Paths	By : kayura_sanada Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11704 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Naruto Shippuuden, or any of the characters. Which is probably for the best. Obviously, I am making no money off this story.

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From the left middle finger came Naruto’s next… opponent. The man was hardly visible beneath his clothing. Naruto sat up, not bothering to try to fight or defend. Not yet. This man was expecting a battle. Naruto had tried every time when these guys had come down, and none of those efforts had ever worked. It was time to plan out some different strategy. So he watched the man, watched the other shadows looming over him – he knew who half those guys were now. He knew their abilities. He also knew they wouldn’t leave those spots. One at a time seemed to be their limit.
This one was going to be as strong as them. Naruto thought he could feel it. He hadn’t been hurt by Itachi, so the Kyuubi hadn’t needed to heal him. If he could somehow keep from getting injured – if, if, if – then maybe…
The man walked slowly toward him. Waiting for him to respond? Or was he that slow normally? “He’s disgusting,” the man said, and wrinkled his nose. With the wrapping over his head and the mask over the lower half of his face, it and his strange eyes were the only things Naruto could even see.
Then he saw more. The man pulled off his cloak to reveal a sleeveless shirt that wrinkled and bulged in odd places, his long arms bound together by lines of thick stitches. Something from that back slithered out, black and formless but coalesced. A white mask flowed with it. Kakuzu formed three short symbols and pulled down the cloth over his lips. Naruto barely saw stitches on either side of those lips before water spewed out in a burst. He yelped as it hit his sensitized skin.
The force of the water shoved him back to the floor. It sprayed over his chest, his neck, his stomach and sides, ran in thick rivers down his legs. It felt like something was punching repeatedly into his flesh. He turned on his side just so he could breathe. The jet moved. It took several moments for him to hear the quiet footfalls that said the reason for the movement was because the man was moving. He curled into himself a bit tighter, not wanting to feel that horrible pressure on his lungs again. But the water just moved to his backside, sprayed hard and heavy between his shoulder blades and against his bound arms, before slowly dipping down to his crack. He jumped as the water beat against one cheek, then the other, before spraying inside.
A part of him was horrified to be hosed down like a dog. The other part leaned forward slightly, trying to give greater access. A few short footsteps later, and a hand pushed his shoulder, forced him around so his face pointed toward the stone floor, and shoved him down until he assumed a position similar to that which Sasori had made him take when he’d been punished. This time, it was only water that hit his ass. It spilled inside him. He shivered. This would probably be a good chance to run, but he felt so dirty and – as this man had said himself – disgusting that he couldn’t make himself move. As gross as it was to have an enemy do this, it was so much better than feeling the spunk of countless others inside him.
Not that he thought he would ever be clean again. Not really.
The water came for so long he wondered how the man was still breathing. The water trickled out of his ass, dripped to the floor. He leaned his forehead against the stone floor and let it continue until he finally, finally felt like all of the come was out of him. He considered running then, but as soon as he thought it, something thin wrapped around either arm and held him still. He sighed. No. No point. Not yet. He felt disgusting, but he had a plan now. Several. And if he managed to hold on to the chakra he could barely feel spilling from the Kyuubi, then he would be able to break free. He would return to the village, get reinforcements, and storm this place.
The things holding his arms eventually lifted him, and the water finally stopped. Despite being relieved to have that gunk, the dried blood and spunk and fingerprints off of him, he still felt battered and bruised, his skin pink and red from the abuse. He sagged in the odd hold, knowing where this was going to go.
Think of after, think of after, think of after…
He heard something moving. Pure curiosity, like some sort of morbid need to know what it was he was about to face, made him look. The masked blob took on some sort of shape as it ambled toward him. He froze.
“Don’t lose your temper, Kakuzu,” someone above said. “Even if he fights back.”
“I can handle it,” the man said. Naruto eyed the creature as it stepped in front of him. It was big. Huge. It towered over him, easily seven feet high, its body little more than a black, roiling mass of… of black tendrils. He thought of Sasori’s strings and blanched.
The thing leaned in close, loomed over him. He watched with wide eyes, his stomach churning as he wondered what would come.
Something else moved, slithered, the same viscous sound as when this thing before him had been born. More tiny tendrils snaked over his arms, around his legs. Unlike Sasori’s strings, however, they did not coerce but instead forced, yanking his legs apart and lifting him into the air. He sucked in a breath as the strings forced him face-to-face with the creature. The eyes of the mask held no life within them, yet they stared straight into his own. It nearly made him jump when, instead of the creature moving, hands gripped his shoulders up to his neck. Fingertips tickled over his Adam’s apple. “There’s nothing really in this for me,” Kakuzu said, his voice suddenly too close. Naruto felt the man’s breath on his back, just between his shoulders. “But an order’s an order.”
Naruto knew better than to try to beg or cajole. Still, his mouth opened. “Sounds like you’re whipped to me.”
Those fingers tightened for an instant. He sucked in a noisy breath as those hands squeezed. The creature leaned over him, black tendrils sliding from inside the mouth of the mask. He jerked, tried to lean back. The fingers gripped him as if he weighed nothing. Those black tendrils pried open his mouth and slid inside.
He made some sort of grunt as the tendrils slipped past his teeth. He tried to bite down, but all it did was make his jaw ache. Despite the things moving like worms, they were hard as stone. He nearly choked on one as it slid down to the edge of his throat. His feet, dangling in the air, tried to find some sort of purchase. They didn’t move.
He felt like he was falling, even with things all over him holding him up. The creature’s unnatural tongue snaked like a living thing along his tongue and back to his tonsil. One slipped down his throat, so far he really did choke. It kept going, anyway, until he could feel it all the way inside his chest. His body heaved.
One hand left his neck. The other held him up as if the other had never been there, as if he weighed little more than a kunai. That other hand wrapped around his pelvis and pulls his hips back. He felt the touch of heat behind him, then cloth, and finally a bulge. If that thing hadn’t been worming its way to his stomach, he would have grunted at the contact.
By now, he understood what cocks felt like. The one was still clothed, but the heat was undeniable. This man might say he didn’t have anything to gain, but he was ready to go, anyway. He wriggled as best he could, but that hand, even more than the things twined around him, held him in place. His chest heaved as he struggled to find air around the thing in his throat. If he opened the passageway enough, he found just enough space to suck in the littlest amount of oxygen. It was almost worse to get it; suddenly the muscles in his arms and legs bunched as he tried to force in more air. The things in his mouth twisted around one another until they formed one long, thick – he knew what this was supposed to emulate. He choked out a grunt and tried again to rear his head back. Nothing. He couldn’t move away from that hand.
The dick against his ass, still clothed, began to move.
He clenched his eyes shut. He knew what was coming next. That body kept moving, thrusting up as if to take him, only for the clothing to keep Naruto safe from penetration. The thing felt hugely thick, even with it sheathed in cloth. His fingers curled into fists as he tried again to heave in a breath. His need for air trumped any idea to struggle, even as his body instinctively tried to pull away. Even if he told himself to try to remain calm this time, his back arched as that cock slid back and forth, up and down. He whimpered again, this time little more than a breath of air as he worked around that long, heavy cord inside him. The others stretched his mouth wide as they formed together, nearly pulsing as they solidified into one.
Something else slithered along the floor, and he remembered that he’d heard a second one of these things being formed. His eyes snapped open as the sound stopped in front of him and grabbed his legs. The second one pushed his legs open, spreading him wide as the cords holding him accepted the unspoken order to move the bindings. He flushed at the new position; his cock, still limp for now, hung on display before the people watching from above. His ass, too, spread, his cheeks pulled apart enough that the slide of cloth behind him dug against his hole every time. He coughed up another breath of air as the hand on his hip tightened and those hips jerked faster. It was coming. And that meant he’d be forced to get hard. In front of everyone.
The thing in his mouth finally slid away, and he nearly convulsed where he hung suspended, his lungs sucking greedily at the available air as that long cord linked with the others in his mouth. His jaw stretched wide. By now, he was a bit more used to it. He shuddered at that knowledge. The thing between his legs leaned in and – that cold hardness had to be the mask – nuzzled the inside of his thigh. He struggled to look down, his mind returning to Deidara, to how he’d been unable to see anything happening below him. But he could see two bulbous black bodies before him, each shuffling around one another into some unknown position.
The mask nuzzling him pulled away just as the hips behind him did the same. He blanched. When both returned, on came with a suctioning pull, the other with a long, familiar kind of heat. He tried again to move away, his body moving without his mind. The hands were like stone. That heat nestled between his parted cheeks and slid inside. He flinched, only for an instant. But his body was used to this, horribly used to this, and that long, heavy cock pushed past the barrier of his anus with little trouble. He hissed in a breath. The thing around his cock leaned forward, opened its maw, and sucked him inside the mask. He grunted.
Every one of them moved.
He jerked out a muffled protest as the thing in his mouth plunged deep, just as the hand on his hip yanked his ass back enough to sheathe that pulsing flesh in to the hilt. The creature in front of him just stepped forward, close enough to keep his own limp dick in its own mouth. He couldn’t help himself. He struggled.
The thing kept its mouth – if that’s what it could even be called – around him, the hole taking him in filled with what felt like a thousand worms. Each pressed and pulled against him, a writhing mass that tugged his cock in every direction. He’d never felt anything like it before. Even as the cock in his ass retreated and plunged, hard and thick, inside of him again, even as the one in his mouth echoed its master’s movements, still the thing holding his legs wide undulated around his cock. It pressed up against the bottom vein, even as it loosened from above. Something slid back and forth over the head of his cock, slid around the underside, wrapped wholly around the base. The mouth contorted further, until there was no way it was normal, and wrapped his balls within the constantly-writhing confines, as well. The cock in his ass and mass in his mouth slid out, and in, out, and in, creating a rhythm by which his body moved, trapped in the air by the cords.
Of course his body reacted. As if it hadn’t been taught in these past hours how to respond the way these men wanted. As if he could ignore the way the things on his cock moved. As if he had any choice.
He clenched his eyes shut again as more crawling, slithering sounds came. He pulled at his bonds, though there was nothing he could do. The fingers around his neck moved, one by one, loosening for a moment before tightening again, and he realized the man was playing with his neck like it was an instrument. The pinky let up, ran across the sides of his throat. Tightened again. The first finger curled, then the second. The creature taking his mouth pushed deeper inside him. The fingers tightened again, and Kakuzu slammed hard into his ass, making him rock even in the tight hold of the man’s hands and black tendrils.
More things touched him. His muscles spasmed, unable to do anything else, as fingers wrapped over his nipples and tugged. Hands roamed down his sides, curled over his stomach. His abdomen trembled as its was touched, on either side. The man had even more. So many. His body became a thing for them to play with, to wrap their fingers over his neck and take over for the Akatsuki member so he could grab Naruto’s hips and ride him hard, forcing the ululations of the things around Naruto’s cock to slip and slide all over him. He choked out cries, gasps as those things slid hard and soft over the bottom of his cock, around his balls, slipping up and around as if placing pressure on every part of him, all at different moments. A tightening around the underside of his balls, against the tip of his dick, along the long upper wall of his cock’s flesh. Then, like balls of pressure, they solidified against he sides of his testes and the underside of his cock, and they stopped moving, until only Kakuzu’s thrusts forced the pressure to move along his length, and Naruto strained toward it. His cock was so heavy now if felt like it was leaking. The thing in his mouth licked deeper and deeper, taking the back of his throat with every thrust. He sucked in air through his nose when it retreated and otherwise held his breath.
Kakuzu grunted, the pace picking up impossibly faster. Naruto’s ass slammed into the man’s hips until it flapped like a flag in the wind. The slapping no9ise echoed in the empty chamber. Those fingers clenched so hard into his skin Naruto thought they pressed against bone. His short cries of pain never made it past the thing in his mouth, never stopped the rising rush he could now recognize inside of him. The pressure increased around him, pushing so hard his dick had to shove past it, so hard he thought it might force the come out of him before he even came. He coughed and choked on the thing in his mouth as Kakuzu stepped closer, close enough that Naruto felt the man’s body against him from neck to ass. The man rested his cheek on Naruto’s shoulder and moved his hands until they simply pressed Naruto back against the man’s hips, which rolled tight and fast against Naruto’s hole, doing little more than simulating movement. “I take it back,” the man whispered. Naruto shuddered at the feel of those lips, of that air, as they pressed against the length of his ear. “This is worth it. Maybe,” the man said, and his hips snapped up with a grunt, “I’ll do this again sometime.” Naruto blanched, even as the pressure around his cock rolled with those short, sudden jerks, until his back pulled taut as a bowstring and Kakuzu leaned in further, until Naruto was pressed both against him and against the unnatural bodies before and beside him. Trapped in place, pummeled on all ends, he choked on the thing in his mouth as shuddered, muscles trembling, as Kakuzu thrust one last time, pushing the pressure deep into the base of his cock. His choke turned into a startled, garbled cry as he came into the monster’s mouth, Kakuzu’s hot spill pumping inside him, dirtying him all over again. He barely got his breath back before the monsters pulled away, that pressure sliding up, milking him, as it left. Kakuzu held him still, even as those tentacles receded and the monsters pulled away. When finally Kakuzu had emptied himself, he dropped Naruto to the floor like a sack of wheat. He bounced on his hip and lay still, trying to catch his breath.
“Well done,” someone above them said. Naruto heard a rustle of clothing from behind him. Kakuzu, likely. Trying to get himself dressed properly, probably. “Your turn, Kisame.”
“Yeah, all right,” a familiar, scratchy voice said. But Naruto wasn’t listening.
He could feel it. Just enough. The Kyuubi’s chakra. Which meant he now had a fighting chance.
He was getting the hell out of there.
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