Torture Comes in Many Forms

Chapter 14: After Sunset

Twelve hours later in Tsunade's office, everyone’s stomachs started to make noises. It was close to six, the sun was almost completely down, and none of the ANBU or Sai had eaten for at least fifteen hours. They could have of course held their bodies’ noises back, but no one felt any need to. They hadn’t talked either—aloud that is. But ninjas, ANBU ninjas in particular, don’t need to make noises to talk. Sai had felt himself surprisingly close to being provoked a few times today. He didn’t care if he himself was teased, but when the “talk” went to Ibiki, he felt himself a little out of control. Visions of slaughtering everyone in the room kept popping into his head, but clearly that would only make even more trouble for Ibiki.

The ANBU guards for Teddy weren’t fools and sensed when Sai seemed on the verge of violence. He didn’t have a mask on which made it even easier to see the little twitches, the clenching of the jaw, and the increased number of times his eyes blinked. Fascinatingly, over the long twelve hours, it became clear that Sai was both protective and possessive of Ibiki. “Piggy” in the boar mask had really been joking when he signed that he was going to jerk off to his memory of Ibiki’s cock, but the arrested jerk of Sai’s hand towards his sword had made him refrain from any more such jokes. Sai’s hand had flown up heading for the handle of the sword slung across his back—his first movement in hours—but then had instead patted his hair.

That pat almost had “Wolf” laughing aloud, but then he remembered the rumors about Sai’s bingo book and that mission to Orochimaru’s. Sure, the guy wasn’t going to draw that sword in here, but he supposedly had infiltrated the legendary snake-summoning Sannin’s stronghold with ease and could have killed the famous last of the Uchihas as he slept. If that story was true—and all evidence suggested it was--he could likely move freely in the ANBU barracks undetected. Wolf had been subjected to enough practical jokes from his ANBU colleagues over the years to feel that laughing at Sai wasn’t prudent. Wolf instead had signed an agreement that Ibiki was indeed hot, fucking sexy. The signs of Sai relaxing made him add what he honestly believed was true—Ibiki’s going to be getting more invitations in the next month than he’s probably had in his whole life.

The knuckles of Sai’s hand whitened a bit at that comment, and Wolf switched to a signed discussion of when they might get to eat and what. Piggy, who was definitely a thrill junky and had already forgot that movement of Sai's for his sword, signaled he wanted an Ibiki tube steak, which almost had Stag laughing aloud. But as the hours wore on, the little gestures and signs had grown more and more infrequent, finally stopping. As the last bit of the sun slid below the horizon, finally the Hokage arrived with her assistants. Teddy and his guards, to their surprise, where quickly sent back to the new ANBU building. Tsunade let nothing slip about the bear-masked nin’s fate, but being sent back to ANBU suggested that likely he would simply be kicked out of ANBU and demoted. Likely months of tedious C and D missions awaited him unless Konoha’s needs for skilled shinobi outweighed the desire to punish him.

Left alone with Tsunade and her minions, Sai relaxed a little—until Tsunade walked over to the VCR and said, “Give me the best tape of the beheading.” Sai handed her what she asked for and stood there feeling like he wanted to punch something. God—so this was what having bonds meant—it was like you were constantly in battle, in a fight. Before Ibiki, Sai had only felt this disturbed, this much emotion, when he was in the sort of fight were he wasn’t sure he would win. The tape played. When Ibiki and Sai burst into the frame, the noise was shocking. Of course, no one in the room had ANBU training. Hell—Kotetsu and Izumo were only chuunin. But that Tsunade, Tsunade, threw back her head and howled, yes, howled with laughter, filled Sai with visions of slaughting everyone in this room one more time. Fuck! She paused and rewound the tape. Sai began reciting in his mind every jutsu he’d ever learned, tuning out everything.

“Sai! Sai!” Oh—the tape wasn’t playing anymore, and Tsunade was demanding his attention. He turned and focused his attention on her, now cold and frozen, in control. He wasn’t aware how deadly he seemed to the others in the room. “Go to your apartment. You are on vacation until I notify you otherwise. Do not leave Konoha, even to train, and make sure you contact Ibiki every hour, so he know where you are at all times. You are dismissed.”

Sai bowed and walked out of the office. There was a ring of waiting faces in the hall—he identified Gai, Kakashi, Iruka, Sakura, Naruto, and Yamato before he could stand it no more. He transported to the new apartment without saying a word. He arrived in the entryway and immediately knew that Ibiki was there—there in the kitchen, cooking. He could smell the food, sense Ibiki’s chakra.

“Hey, wash up and come eat,” yelled Ibiki as if nothing unusual had happened lately, as if the last week had never occurred. Sai headed to his bedroom and disarmed. He used the bathroom and headed to the kitchen, unsure of what he would find. In the doorway of the kitchen, he paused. Ibiki’s eyes met his, and Sai’s mouth opened a bit and his dick hardened. Although the slim youth didn’t seem shaken by any normal standards, Ibiki knew he was, and it made him smile. The head of IAT was wearing nothing but a pair of black gym shorts—after all, Sai had seen everything. A weight seemed to drop off Ibiki’s shoulders, and he turned around and poured Sai some tea. He felt Sai come up behind him, close, but not touching--closer, however, than was socially accepted. Ibiki placed the filled teacup on the counter to the side and resumed his attention to the food still on the stove. He wasn’t going to turn his back on the food and let himself look at Sai, touch Sai—he had more control.

When he heard Sai sit, he finally shut off the stove and began serving the food. The tea, the soup, the meat dishes, the rice, the dumplings, the vegetables—all were carefully set down. Ibiki sighed and sat down at last.

“Long day?” said Sai, and then they both started laughing. They laughed until Sai felt his stomach cramping and tears were coming out of Ibiki’s eyes. Then, calmly, they ate. When there really was nothing left to eat, Sai stood and starting doing the dishes. When Ibiki got up and began drying them and putting them up, Sai said quietly, “I expected more people to be bothering us.”

“I put a cross on the door with the beef blood,” said Ibiki. “I also sealed all the doors and windows.”

“Oh,” said Sai. A blood cross—that was a sign to back off, a sign of danger that every ninja recognized. “Exploding tag seals?” he asked.

“With a little extra something too,” said Ibiki.

“Hmmm. Good move,” said Sai as he focused carefully on cleaning every bit of grease off the pot in his hand.

Ibiki watched Sai’s hands move over the pot and felt his cock begin to stiffen. When Sai at last rinsed the pot and turned to hand it to Ibiki, he threw it on the floor and jerked Sai into his arms and pressed his lips down on that mouth he’d come to believe was the most sensual of any on this earth. Sai’s mouth opened under his, and Ibiki pushed his tongue into that pink wetness. Sai tasted of their meal together, different from the way his mouth had tasted the last time they kissed. Ibiki realized he’d never kissed anyone who’d recently eaten. He sucked on Sai’s tongue, liking way the taste of Sai was faintly spiced by the food he’d cooked. He finally broke the kiss to share the ideas that had rushed into his head. “You taste of dinner, Sai. I want to feed you all sorts of things to see how your mouth tastes after each one.”

Sai smiled, a smile that was genuine and seductive. “Let me have some dessert, and you can tell me how I taste.” He sunk to his knees in front of Ibiki, pulling down Ibiki’s shorts to his ankles. Ibiki watched as Sai’s mouth closed around his cock for the first time. He’d been fantasizing about that mouth around his cock since Tsunade had shown him Sai’s picture. No one had ever willingly sucked his cock before—sure he’d had a few of his “clients” blow him, but that was work. He’d been trying to make it bad for the mouth around him, to make it hurt. Sai’s mouth looked stretched, full, and he was hardly taking in more than the tip. But his hands were moving beneath on Ibiki's shaft and balls. Sai pulled his mouth off Ibiki, and pain seemed to fill up the torture expert—Sai didn’t like it, didn’t—oh. He was licking up the sides of his dick like it was candy. Oh, god, that feel good, and it looked even better. When Sai went back to sucking the head of his cock, Ibiki moaned. His hands trembled. He could see in his mind himself gripping that dark hair, thrusting in deep, but he didn’t want hurt Sai, didn’t want to force him—oh, god, Sai was trying to lower his head farther. The black-haired head pulled back, gagging.

Ibiki’s hand slid down, and he stroked Sai’s cheek, knowing he should say something about Sai stopping, but not quite feeling kind or selfless enough to speak. To his shock Sai’s head twisted and he bit Ibiki’s hand. When Ibiki pulled his hand away, Sai leaned forward and captured the tip of his cock in his mouth again. He didn’t try to take Ibiki in his throat again, but he used his tongue more and experimented with different pressures. Sai’s hands stroked and squeezed as he attempted his first blow job. His virgin fumblings made it even more erotic for Ibiki, and when Sai began to experiment with the edges of his teeth, Ibiki gasped out, “Fuck, Sai, so fucking good, oh yeah. Next to your ass, this is the best sheath my cock’s ever had.”

Sai’s head tilted up at Ibiki’s words, and Ibiki found himself looking down into Sai’s eyes, Sai’s face—the area around his mouth distorted, stretched with the top inches of Ibiki’s cock. He was kneeling down, submissively, and Ibiki felt himself close to cumming. The desire to fill that mouth, that throat with his cum was intense and overwhelming, making him forget about not wanting to hurt Sai. Ibiki reached down and pushed Sai’s hand off his cock and grasped the back of Sai’s head. He stroked himself and rocked forward and back, moving his penis in and out of Sai’s mouth. It didn’t take long for his orgasm to hit: the look of shock and panic on Sai’s face triggered that dark part of him, sending him into orgasm.

He didn’t let Sai’s head go, and the cum filled his mouth, distorting his cheeks more, until some of the white fluid was leaking out between Sai’s lips and his cock. When Sai started choking, he abruptly let go and stepped back, suddenly swamped with guilt.

“I’m sorry, I lost control there, Sai. Don’t swallow it, just spit it out,” said Ibiki, dropping to his knees.

But Sai tilted back his head, and when he leveled it again, his mouth was empty. “You lost control,” he said smugly.

Ibiki opened his mouth, closed it, and felt himself blushing.

“You’re blushing,” said Sai in a voice that almost purred with satisfaction.

Ibiki didn’t know where to look, what to say. Then Sai reached out and pulled his head over to his for a kiss. They’d kissed with the taste of Sai’s cum, but this was the first time with the tang of Ibiki’s cum in their mouths. When they broke apart, Ibiki said what he hadn’t thought he’d ever say, “Please put your tongue in my mouth, Sai.”

Their mouths met again, and this time Sai cautiously moved his tongue past Ibiki’s lips. Ibiki could remember the tongues and the cocks that had fucked his mouth when he was tortured, but it didn’t matter. He had already lost his control, and there wasn’t any point in trying to hold on it. Besides, this was Sai: gentle, cautious Sai, Sai tasting of Ibiki’s cum, tasting of his guilt—the memory of that look of pain, those choking sounds fresh in older nin’s memory. But then Sai’s tongue slipped back, and he chased it, then it moved back in, then retreated, and everything slipped away but this fluttering dance between their tongues.

It was Sai that finally stopped them, pulling back to urge, “Ibiki, touch me, love me, now, I need to feel you now.”

“Yes, whatever you want, Sai—you can have my hand, my mouth, my ass, just tell me, tell me what you want.”

“I want to cum in you again,” said Sai.

Ibiki’s hand pulled at Sai’s pants, lowering them a little. He pushed against Sai’s chest, saying, “Lay back, love, just lay there for a second.” He rose up and grabbed the cooking oil off the counter. He poured some over Sai’s cock, too much—his hand was shaking again. Then Ibiki straddled Sai, reached down under his legs, stretching his cheeks apart and pushing down on Sai’s cock. The head slid in past that tight ring, with a burst of pain. But the pain felt good to Ibiki—he needed to be punished, to hurt for what he had done to Sai. He pushed himself down. The fucking from last night meant he wouldn’t tear, wouldn’t bleed. But it was intense, sharp, shocking. He’d not felt anything like this in years. Yet it was arousing too—the sight of Sai beneath him, that feeling of being out of control, vulnerable, open, no not open, filled, full, stretched.

“Aaaahhh, Ibiki!” cried out Sai.

Sai, Sai, this beautiful thing was crying out for him, panting for him. Ibiki undid Sai’s zipper and let his hands find Sai’s nipples as he moved himself up and down. Those cries, that face, that expression of passion—Ibiki could feel himself hardening again. Sai’s hand reached for Ibiki’s cock, and Ibiki grabbed the wrist and pinned it over Sai’s head. Balancing on that hand, his other reached back and pulled the second one away too, bringing it up to join the first. Sai’s body arched up under his, and that pink mouth that had swallowed his seed panted, murmured, gasped.

Ibiki thrust himself down harder, forcing Sai deeper into him. Sai bucked his hips up, and Ibiki suddenly wanted to feel himself pounded, fucked, taken. He pulled himself off Sai and moved so he was on his hands and knees. He didn’t need to say anything. Sai rose up on his knees behind him, positioned himself, and thrust in.

“Harder! Deeper!” ordered Ibiki, and Sai, sensing his need, drove into him roughly. All Sai's possessiveness, his need to have Ibiki for himself came rushing back. His senses came alive with the sight of Ibiki’s mutilated back, the smell of his sweat, the sound of his grunts, the tightness around his cock, and the taste of Ibiki’s cum in his mouth. Sai felt himself get close, and the desire to see Ibiki’s face and the desire to just cum began to fight within him. He was going to stop, to turn Ibiki over, just one more thrust, one more plunge into the hot heat, then he would pull out, oh, god, no, too late, oh yes—

Sai came with an incoherent cry inside Ibiki, collapsing on him. Ibiki lowered himself to the floor, the tile cold against his cock, his chest, and the side of his face. But cold was good in a way: his love was tired, worn out, likely sore from losing his virginity last night. Moreover, coming off a week with barely a moment to sleep, they both needed a full night's rest. There was no need for more sex now, for Ibiki to penetrate Sai--there was plenty of time for that later. Yes, later, Ibiki told himself again. Sai finally rolled off Ibiki’s back, his head thudding down on the floor loudly.

He turned his head, looked at Ibiki, and grinned, “Nice way to start a vacation, eh?”

Ibiki snorted, then rolled on to his side to look at his lover.

“You are on vacation, too, aren’t you?” Sai asked.

Ibiki nodded. A look of joy and anticipation flashed over Sai’s face for just a minute. Then he sighed, his eyes slid shut, and his breathing deepened.

Ibiki sat there on the cold floor and watched his lover sleep. It wasn’t until he sensed a few strong chakras outside examining the seals on the door and window, that he got up and carried Sai into his bedroom. The feel of cum dribbling down his legs was weird. It was strange, but good. As he turned the shower on, Ibiki was smiling, planning his vacation.