Nine Paths | By : kayura_sanada Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11703 -:- 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. |
Warning: Obviously I'm ignoring the whole 'need sequential bijuu' to get to this. Takes place before the two-and-a-half year time skip is complete.
Note: Rape is rape, people. This is merely a story. In real life, we would all be horrified if this happened – unless we were sick, psychopathic sadists. Which I hope none of us are.
Chapter One: Gate One – DeidaraNaruto blinked his eyes open. His gut felt as if someone had punched a hole in it, and he gasped at the sensation as he took in his surroundings. Dark. Open, something he wasn't expecting. Very dark. And silent.He tried to sit up and found his hands wrenched behind him, held in place by what felt like iron clamps, his hands touching his opposite elbows. It took some serious shuffling to get himself up, and when he reached for his chakra, he found nothing but the cold touch of his shackles.
He remembered getting attacked. Jiraiya had been out on his usual round of sightseeing, leaving Naruto alone to figure out how to channel the Kyuubi's chakra. Jiraiya was still recovering from the last horrible encounter with the Kyuubi's power, and Naruto had hoped to get it under control before the old man returned.
The attack had happened quickly. At first it had only been Itachi and his partner, the shark guy. But as soon as Naruto started fighting them, two more showed up. And then two more. And as he'd fought off two, then four, then six, then twelve, he'd finally fallen to sheer numbers, the Kyuubi snarling under his skin. He remembered something curling tight into his abdomen, so tight it was as if a clamp was twisting his organs into knots. He remembered feeling pain – a lot of it – as something clicked around his throat. He thought he could still feel that something even now, though he couldn't raise his arms to check. Then he remembered darkness.
That would be when he woke up here.
Lights flashed on, and he flinched as his vision popped red. He squinted his eyes and looked around... then up. Statues like hands held in supplication rose on either side of him, and as he peered upward, he thought he could see the forms of people. The Akatsuki members. He looked around again, this time searching for an exit, and saw behind him a monument of some monster's head. He cleared his throat and tried to peer past the figure, but the light didn't extend that far. He tugged on his chakra, but to no avail. It was like reaching for an illusion; the feel of his power slipped through his fingers like dust. “Where am I?” he shouted, glaring up once more at the figures above him. “What are you planning to do with me? Huh?! I'm not going to make it easy for you!”
“Holy fucking shit, does this brat ever shut up?” one of them said. He glared toward where the sound originated, but the lighting wasn't good enough for him to be able to tell just who said it. Each man stood on an individual finger, still as statues themselves, save for one pinky finger – there, no one stood.
“The ritual's begun,” someone else said, this time from another part of the room, and Naruto turned his head in that direction. He still couldn't tell who spoke. “Whoever wants to go first, go. We have little time before the Sennin discovers this location.”
“I'll go, un.”
One of them moved then. Another, the first who'd spoken, made an aborted, almost annoyed sound. He was ignored. The moving one hopped down from the right index finger to the palm, then to the floor. Naruto struggled to get his feet beneath him to stand.
The man was definitely Akatsuki, and he wore the cloak to prove it. Naruto managed to stand and hunched down, prepared to fight. The blond before him laughed. He stuck his hand in a pouch on his belt, and Naruto could swear he heard the sound of something being gnawed on. Was there a creature in there? He tensed. The man chuckled again. Did he ever lose that smirk of his? “Nice to meet you, un. Shall we get started?”
Naruto hardly waited for the man to finish speaking before launching himself at him. He raised one leg to kick the man and called once more for his chakra. This time when he felt it slip through his fingers, he thought something might be pulling it away. Was it the clamps around his hands, the thing around his neck, or the thing on his stomach?
The blond barely bothered to respond. Naruto felt slower than a slug as he moved, and the Akatsuki member needed only to whip out his hand not in the pouch to grab Naruto's ankle.
Only then did Naruto realize that his shoes were missing. Had he lost them in the fight? And then he realized that the hand holding him felt wrong. Even as he struggled in that grip, there was something off. He realized the palm was a bit wet. Was the man sweating? Scared? He should be!
Then he was flipped over, his leg pulled from beneath him, and he landed hard on his back. His arms dug into his back, and he gasped as the metal cut through his shirt and into his skin.
The other Akatsuki members just watched from their perches. Even better; as long as they fought him one on one, he had a chance. He struggled to once again get his feet underneath himself, hampered by the crippling sensation of not having chakra. It was like a limb was cut off. He called for the Kyuubi and realized he couldn't feel its presence. The gut-twisting sensation had to be to blame for that one. That left the cuffs or the choker to be what cut him off from his chakra. Unless that was also caused by the stomach thing?
The blond stepped on Naruto, halting his progress up, and just pushed down with his chakra. With nothing to protect him, the feeling was like being crushed beneath a thousand weights. The breath nearly stole from his body. “Sit still, un. We haven't even started yet.”
Started? On the ritual? Right, because Akatsuki wanted the Kyuubi. Well, he wouldn't give it to them. They would have to pry the bijuu from his cold, dead body. And like hell he was going to die before he became the Hokage.
“Get off me and fight,” Naruto growled.
The blond just kept sneering. “We aren't fighting. I've got the opportunity for a new kind of art, un. And I'm gonna be make you a masterpiece, un.”
“Remember, Deidara,” someone said from above. “Don't kill him.”
Deidara waved an arm in the general vicinity of the voice high above them. “I know already. Geez.” Then Deidara focused fully on Naruto once more. “This is where things get fun, un.” And he grabbed Naruto's hair and yanked his head up. The hand that was in the odd pouch came out, and Naruto jerked as it turned toward him. That hand had a mouth in its palm. He watched with wide eyes as that mouth chewed on something, then started... started vomiting. It was a brownish-gray liquid, and Naruto's stomach churned. Was that mouth going to throw up on him? What the hell for?!
He twisted beneath the foot, managing only to pull a few strands of hair free of Deidara's grasp. The man just shook his head. He felt the choker far more strongly then as his neck contorted back and forth. The choker didn't so much as budge. If anything, it dug further into his skin. Tight. It was tight. “Hold still, un.” He opened his mouth to shout down the man's throat, but that vomit was turning into something. It was taking a shape. “Do you know what this is?” Naruto blinked at it; the vomit was coalescing into something a few fingers thick and about a hand long. He had no idea what it was. “It's my art, un. A bomb.” He waved it a bit. “You don't have any chakra right now. Do you know what a bomb would do to you?” Naruto had a good idea.
Someone above them made a displeased noise, but someone else laughed. And he found that, while someone was at least advocating his life, it was still up in the air. A small part of him started noticing just how vulnerable he was. It made something push wildly against his chest.
“Be good, and I won't make that face of yours explode. Okay, un?”
Naruto snarled before he could think. “Can't you talk like a normal person?”
That grin never wavered. “First,” the man said, “these need to go.” He pulled out a kunai, and Naruto thought to steal it before he found his head shoved back against the stone floor. He gasped, and that kunai slipped underneath his shirt. He hitched a breath as the sharp point touched his chest, then slid down. A small flash of pain told him the blade was cutting a red line in his skin, but the sound of cloth ripping was what stole his breath. Just beside the zipper, the shirt ripped in two, exposing his chest. He saw the small beads of blood rise to the surface. Someone above them chuckled.
Deidara looked him over as if looking over wares. He played that bomb of his over Naruto's chest, toying with the space between his pecs before lowering it down over the wound. It closed very slowly, much slower than usual – so the Kyuubi's innate ability to heal him remained, but it was weakened.
Another slice, finally, then another, and his shirt fell away. He twisted beneath Deidara's grip as the man situated himself more comfortably overtop Naruto. He played that bomb over Naruto's skin, his eyes slightly glazed, as if his thoughts were miles away. If ever there was a chance, this was it.
Naruto jerked beneath Deidara's hold and bucked up, trying to get him off. Deidara chuckled and shoved him back down. “You have no power right now, un. You might as well lie down and enjoy the experience.”
Experience? What exactly were they planning to do?
It only hit him as that kunai came back, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. He yelped as the cloth ripped beneath the blade and struggled madly as Deidara traced a line down to his ankle. His shoes – his shoes hadn't been lost in the battle. They'd been taken off in anticipation of... of this. He wrenched madly for freedom.
“Do I need to hold him for you, Deidara?” someone called, and Deidara turned and snapped.
“Stay out of this, Sasori!”
Naruto pulled his leg back for a quick kick, but once again it was caught. This time he recognized the wetness for what it was and shuddered as something – a tongue – licked against his anklebone. That kunai returned, this time cutting a bit deeper, the beads of blood trickling down his thigh and calf as the last strip of clothing was torn from him.
Naked. He was naked on the floor of the Akatsuki hideout and they couldn't possibly be planning what he thought they were planning. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” he asked, relieved to find his voice once more as the scraps of his clothing were thrown to the side. “Are you crazy? Let me the hell go or I swear I'll–”
“Yes, yes, whatever, un.” And one of those hands covered his mouth. He prepared to keep shouting, anyway, when a tongue slipped into his mouth. He jerked.
The tongue swept in and licked deep, taking advantage of his shock to go deeper still, then start pounding in and out, like... like... Naruto shuddered and bit the offensive thing. Deidara hardly hissed, but at least the thing retreated back into the palm.
“Time to teach you some manners, un,” Deidara said, that sneer curling a bit. The thing in his hand – the bomb – went to the floor as the man grabbed one of Naruto's thighs in each hand. He struggled, kicked, and shouted in triumph as he managed to get one leg free. He rolled roughly to his feet and made to escape.
One hand grabbed his arms, still trapped behind his back, and yanked him backward. He stumbled over something – that damn bomb – and yelped as that hand clapped over his mouth again. The one on his arm let go and slid along one thigh to his front, along the edge of his pelvis until – oh, god. He squeezed his eyes shut as that wet palm curled around his limp member.
Something squirmed by his foot, and he felt it like a worm inch its way up his leg. He tried to shake it off, but all Deidara had to do was squeeze hard, harder, until he whimpered and stilled. The instant he tried to cry out, that tongue was back in his mouth. He tried to bite it again, but it slid back before his teeth could catch it. This time it bit him, digging painfully into his lip. And again, when he yelped, it slid in. He shivered. It was impossible to defeat.
As if the thought was spoken aloud, Deidara took his new complaisance to mean he could start licking Naruto's dick. He jumped at the sensation of fingers around his cock and a tongue following the trail of a vein. Another cry, and that tongue inserted itself back into his mouth. He shuddered as the thing on his leg finally reached his waist. And thank everything, but the mouth-hand on his dick moved. He nearly cried in relief and tried again to bite the one in his mouth. Another tactical retreat.
Those fingers trailed once more along the edge of his hip and finally curled over the thing on him. He couldn't look down, not with Deidara's hand forcing his neck back slightly. He could only stare out into the darkness, out to the statue and the shadows around its edges, as the blond man rubbed the thing – oh, he recognized the feel of it now; it was the bomb again – and finally played it along his backside. He stiffened. Deidara chuckled. “Get used to it, un,” he whispered, his breath hot on Naruto's ear, and then the man wedged it between the cheeks of Naruto's ass. He jerked again. Tried to yell at the man – felt that damn tongue swerve in.
Distracted, he only focused back on the bomb when the man pushed it slightly in. He nearly screamed at the pain of it. He tried to pull away, but the hand over his mouth stopped him. Elegance in fighting was lost as he tried to squirm free. The thing was shoved a bit further in. Even through the tongue in his mouth, he heard his scream. Someone above them made an obscene noise.
“Hush, un. If you relax, it won't hurt as much. It's coated, un. Relax.”
How the hell could he relax with an Akatsuki member shoving a bomb in his ass?! He pulled and twisted and tugged as hard as he could; stomped on the man's toes and tried to wrap a leg around the man's to trip him. And still that thing was slowly wedged, bit by bit, inside him, and it hurt. It was like he was being ripped in half, and finally he found himself falling to the pain and just screaming and choking on the tongue and arcing his back as if to escape the agony. It felt like more than a hand's length; instead as if a mile-long spear was being shoved into him. Tears sprang to his eyes as the push continued. He felt filled to the brim, as if there was no room inside him anymore, yet it kept going and going. The tongue kept stabbing, in and out, in and out, sometimes taking a moment or two to explore, curving over gums and teeth and a few times wrapping like a snake around his own tongue. The pain was so complete he couldn't think to fight against the feeling. And still it came, more, more, through his ass and up and up. A tear slid down his cheek.
Finally it was finished, and he breathed hotly into the mouth against his own as the pain, like a fire burning from his ass to the rest of his body, spasmed and shot through him. He was bent slightly at the waist, his entire body perspiring from the torture of it. His ass clenched spasmodically against the pain, doing nothing but making it worse. He winced at it again and again. Deidara was almost patient as Naruto suffered through it, until finally Naruto thought he could breathe again. He hated how his body was starting to adjust to the feel of the thing inside him.
And then the hand came around and wrapped around his once again limp cock, and that tongue flicked out. He jerked, and the pain in his ass rose to a crescendo. He cried out against the mouth, and the tongue ate the sound. He could only whimper as those tongues tormented him, playing against his lips in a facsimile of a kiss as that hand slowly pumped him, that tongue sliding up and down against the vein on the underside of his cock. The feel made his cock jump, which made him jump, which made the pain spring to life once more, and once again the tongue lapped up the soft sounds he made as he tried to adjust.
Gods. He didn't know how long it took, but finally that hand against him made something in him respond, and suddenly he was erect, almost straining, and Deidara was cooing at him. Encouraging him. His heart hammered in his chest. Oh, gods. No.
“Remember,” that person above them called, “both of you have to come. You pull his loyalty to us and away from the bond at the same time, or it won't be enough.”
Deidara just grunted, yet the words sang in Naruto's ears. What? Both of them? He was... he was... he groaned as that hand around him went a little bit faster. He was almost used to the feeling of something stuffing him up, and it didn't hurt anymore. He didn't know if that was from adjusting to it or from the Kyuubi's power, but he found his hips jerking into that damnable hand without pain spreading out from his ass. He was kept straight by the hand still wrapped tight over his mouth, the tongue playing uninterrupted now, his thoughts whirring around the sensations of his cock and his mouth and his ass, his body confused, his mind garbled in shock and horror. He was responding to it. To this man's touch. And he couldn't find it in him to stop it. Gods help him, he felt sick, but he was close. Even with the thing in his ass, even as he felt himself clenching around it as if his body didn't know what to do with it, even still, he felt himself near climax. Gods help him, he was going to come to this man's touch. What the hell did that make him?
Then suddenly that hand around his cock left, and gods help him, but he whimpered at the loss. Escape, something in him said, but just as he tried to gather himself together to do just that, the bomb in his ass was wrenched away. It hurt, and his mind shook as he tried to recover. Something behind him shifted.
Free. Safe. Now he could fight back without having to fear the thing exploding in his ass. But then something else wiggled between his cheeks, and he screamed at the hot sensation of skin. No. No!
And with one swift push, Deidara slammed his cock into Naruto's ass.
Naruto screamed again. It was the same length and width as the bomb, and suddenly he knew exactly why it had been shaped that way – to prepare him. Deidara bit hard into his neck as he settled himself inside. Before Naruto could react, that hand was back on his dick, stroking, licking, and the tongue hung deep in his mouth, licking the back of his gums, his tongue. And then it retreated as Deidara did. A small burn centered from his ass, then faded, almost inconsequential as that hand played around him again, up and down, the teeth barely grazing the bottom of his dick. It stopped at the head of his cock for a moment and licked the tip. He sobbed into the tongue as it – and Deidara's cock – both slid slowly back into him. He shook at the twin sensations as Deidara gnawed fiercely on his neck, a hot trail to his shoulder and back up.
Deidara slowly picked up the pace, pounding harder in and out as the tongue echoed each movement. The man's fingers trailed over Naruto's dick, the thumb rubbing against the tip – the wet tip, gods help him – and spreading the wetness along his length until he was slick with it. He sobbed again as his hips jerked into the touch with no conscious order from his brain, and while it nipped around itself, demanding to know what he was doing, what the hell was going on, gods, he felt so close. Why? Why? How?
And Deidara's cock hardly left him at all, instead seeming to grind deeper and deeper, the man's hips snapping into him over and over, that tongue ravaging his mouth as the other nearly wrapped itself around Naruto's cock, and Deidara bit his pulse point and said, “art... is... an explosion,” and just like that, Naruto shouted and came, his seed spurting over the stone floor. Deidara shouted, too, one fierce roar, as Naruto's body spasmed in the aftershocks, and the man's seed spilled warm inside of Naruto's ass. He froze as he felt the man's spend inside of him.
What... the hell had just happened?
Deidara pulled out and released Naruto, who sagged wearily to his knees. Deidara's seed shifted inside him. He felt some of it trickle down his thighs.
“Good job, Deidara,” the man above them said. “Sasori, you can go next.”
Naruto's eyes widened. Next?
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