Fish Food

Primary disclaimer: I do NOT own the Naruto-verse, its’ characters or clans, I merely utilize them for my own (and hopefully your) entertainment. I have precious little money to take, and I am making none on this endeavor anyways, so it’s not worth your time to sue me.

Secondary disclaimer: This story contains scenes of sexual situations, dark themes and was started primarily to tourture poor little Naruto. I seem to do that alot. You have been warned.


Fish Food

What…what happened…? Naruto thought to himself as he slowly woke. His mind felt like it was in a fog, he could barely move his limbs. How did he get here? The last he had remembered he was standing in the training grounds with Hinata, she was telling him something, what was it? Oh right, she had said she liked him. Well of course she liked him, he liked her too. She’d seemed so happy when he said that. He’d just smiled, it’s normal to like your friends isn’t it? She seemed sad then, what had he said? Then she started to cry. He asked her what was wrong and she yelled at him. She called him an insensitive jerk, what did he do? All he said was he liked her…what was wrong with that? She hit him and ran away, still crying and he had almost gone after her, but something stung his neck. He slapped at it and it came away in his palm. Was it a bee? No. The main part of it was striped, yellow and black, and there was a bit of white fluff coming off of it, but the tip dripped a mixture of blood and…he started. He had been poisoned! His mind had started to fog, Hinata! He tried to call for her, tried to reach out, but she was long gone and never saw him fall.
“He’s waking up.” Naruto glared around, who was that? All he could see were blurs. A wide swath of green to his right indicated a bush, strips of brown and black indicated trees reaching for a wide sky of green, brown and blue. He tried to sit up but he couldn’t. A smear of blue and black leaned over him closely followed by another, black and pale and red. “So it worked.” The second voice was quieter than the first, less deep and more composed. Where had he heard that voice before? “Yeah.” Said the first, “Stuff like that would kill any normal person, good thing he’s got it, eh?” got what Naruto wondered. What did he have? “We don’t know that yet. We have to test it.” The blurs were clearing slowly: they were people. He was sure he’d seen them before, but where? He felt lithe hands on his chest, stop it, he tried to say. The hands pulled his zipper down revealing a black and mesh shirt. Then his jacket was down around his elbows, pinning his arms behind him. “Hold him.” His vision was clearing. Red eyes in a pale, almost white face. Dark hair. He looked like…Recognition hit Naruto like a freight train. He looked like Sasuke! But he wasn’t Sasuke! “I…Ita..chi!” he mumbled through leaden lips. It was Itachi! Then the other must be Kisame. He rolled his head to the side and caught a glimpse of blue behind him where the shark like man was holding him. Damn, he’d been caught. What did they want? He felt Itachi’s fingers grab his shirt and jerk it up. Naruto tried to struggle but his body wouldn’t obey him. Those cold fingers traced a circle on his stomach and he felt a familiar burning as the fox woke in him. You idiot… he hissed at Naruto, his projected image glaring in his mind, I know…Naruto countered, I got us caught. The fox scoffed, that’s not what I meant, you brat. Oh. Then what…? Hinata. What? She wants you, you fool. And you let her get away. My first chance in fifteen years and you ruin it. Oh. OH! She LIKED him! He cursed to himself, of course he liked her back. There was barely a night that went by that he didn’t think of her. Sakura, he realized would never love him, and what he felt for her was more friendship than anything else. Sure she was pretty, but Hinata…he felt his cheeks flush just thinking of her, even now when he was captured. It had never even crossed his mind that she could like him back, how could she? No one else did, but she did. She liked him.


“What’s this?” Itachi’s voice was smooth, mocking. Naruto felt a familiar warmth flooding his body that had nothing to do with the Kyuubi. No. He thought, not here. “What?” the man behind him tightened his grip and leaned over to look at him, then he laughed. It was a short staccato bark of humor, “What do you know?” His low voice purred with mirth, “Someone likes to be held down.” “No…” Naruto gasped. Itachi raised an eyebrow, “No?” Itachi’s hand brushed against him through his pants and his breath caught in his throat, coming faster through the haze as Itachi brushed against him again. “I don’t think you mean it.” Naruto’s eyes flared wide as he felt Itachi’s lips on his own. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t fight it, he couldn’t even tap his chakra. Now that’s what I’m talking about. Help me! Psh. No. I thought you liked girls! Do something! Itachi’s hand was down his pants now, circling him as his tongue played across Naruto’s. Kyuubi smiled toothily in Naruto’s mind, I’ll take what I can get. Then the apparition faded and Naruto was left to deal with his impending rape on his own.
“Don’t.” Naruto gasped, but they just laughed. Itachi’s lips had moved down from his lips and were trailing slowly over his torso, pausing at strategic points as his hands moved up and down the length of him. Kisame had joined in now, his big hands sliding down Naruto’s narrow frame to settle on his hips. He felt the pressure of sharp teeth on his shoulder, denting the skin without breaking it. Kisame lifted him just enough to slide under him. Itachi undid the clasp on Naruto’s pants, sliding them down over his hips. The air was cold and sudden on him, but he didn’t have to endure it for long. Naruto gasped as Itachi’s mouth closed over him, enveloping him in a warm, wet embrace. He moaned as Itachi’s head bobbed on him, tongue massaging over the length of him. A warm trail of saliva trickled down between his legs. Naruto was hot and aching, his hips twitched, without him meaning to, to meet Itachi’s down-stroke, his head rolled weakly from side to side as he moaned, mouthing the word ‘no’ over and over. Kisame thrust against him, searching for an opening, any opening. Naruto tried to scream when he found it, tried to roll away, but it merely came out as a high-pitched whine. He was too tight, it hurt, the pain countered by the hot warmth of Itachi’s mouth on him. It was too much, the feel of the larger man inside him and the hot wet sensation of Itachi’s skilled tongue. He felt like his head was going to burst. The effect of the poison combined with the endorphin rush forcing his heart to breaking point, pounding, pounding, the blood rushing in his ears, his eyes, and lower. He felt something wet pouring down his face and he realized he was crying. He didn’t want this. He hadn’t even ever kissed a girl, now his first time was being taken from him. What would they do with him, he wondered absently as his body writhed in their grip, when they had had their fill? Would they discard him, like a Christmas tree, on the side of the road: loved intensely for one day and then cast aside? He squeaked as he came in Itachi’s mouth, because he hadn’t the strength to scream. He stayed unflinching as Kisame continued to thrust inside him and let his mouth be opened, passively, when Itachi put himself in it. He stayed, with his leaden limbs pinned behind his back and his drug muddled mind as they raped him and his spirit slowly broke. He closed his eyes and cried.

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