By Any Means Necessary

The next morning, when Kisame entered Pein’s room, the first thing he saw was that it was empty. The large man groaned and then heard shuffling from under the bed. He quickly took a few steps and crouched, looking under it to see Pein slowly crawling out, eyes still heavy with sleep.



“You slept in there.” Kisame stated, deadpan.



The red-head looked at him guiltily.

“It didn’t seem right for me to lie down on it.” He whispered.



“But it seemed right to make your pajama all dirty?” Kisame asked with a small smile.



Pein looked down at himself and all colour drained from his face. Kisame hurried to calm him down.



“It’s okay. You’ll just wash them later. There’s another change in the wardrobe. The fact that the other man kneeled and kissed his hand in gratitude made Kisame feel sick with disgust. Not at the red-head, of course, but at the people who had reduced a human being to this. He grabbed the thin shoulders and pushed him to sit on the bed, then sat down next to him and turned Pein to look at him.



“Listen. No one here will ever beat you, or torture you. I swear that to you. The worst thing that Itachi might do if he’s displeased with you is make you do the chores no one else wants to do, like cleaning the toilets. But no one will hurt you.”



Pein still seemed disbelieving, but Kisame figured that experience would reassure him.



“Now. I need to ask you – can you read?”



“Read…?” Pein began to look panicked again, well-aware that it was illegal for slaves to be literate.



“I need to know so I can decide what kind of job I can assign to you.” Kisame quickly explained, then smiled amiably. “You need to earn your keep around here, you know.”



Finally, Pein answered.



“I can. I think. I did learn back when I was a child. Maybe I still remember.”



“I am sure you will. It’s like riding a bicycle, you never forget how to do it, even if you’re a little slow at first. Library it is then.” Kisame told him with a smile and led him out of the room.



Pein spent the next week helping a lazy, mopey teenager called Shikamaru put the books in the extensive library in order.



“This part of the house burned down last year.” Shikamaru had said while lounged on one of the couches and watched Pein shuffle through piles of books. “We never got around to putting the place back in order after rebuilding it.”



Lying down and giving orders seemed to be the best kind of work that he did, it seemed. The red-head didn’t mind, really. Reading and writing did come back to him, if slowly, and even if the work was new and strange and easily tired him out, he realized that he loved every second of it. It made him feel useful, less like an object. He liked the feel of the heavy leather-bound tomes in his hands. He liked the scent of them as well, some smelling fresh, as if they had just come out of the printing press, others, the ones with corners and covers were singed, they smelled like soot and wood sap. He was just as interested in their contents, but he would’ve never dared to open one, feeling content just to be allowed to hold such precious items.



Shikamaru, however, did notice his interest.



“Do you want to read some? You can take them to your room, if you want.” He pointed out and Pein stared at him with wide, horrified eyes.



“I would never disrespect my Master in such a way!”



“Disrespect him? Dude, Itachi wouldn’t mind if you read the whole library.” The boy had said, but at Pein’s continued frightened expression he had backed off and let the matter rest. Or so the red-head thought.



A few days later, Kisame appeared in his room, carrying one of the smaller volumes and handed it to Pein.



“Shikamaru told me you liked the cover of this one a lot.” He said. Pein looked at the picture of a raft with a boy and a man on it and the title at the top “Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”, then back at Kisame.



“I didn’t... I didn’t mean to…” and tried to return the book.



“Keep it. Read it. Itachi won’t mind. He told me so.”



And because the red-head looked ready to start kissing his hands again, he took a step back.



“You can thank Itachi-san later, if you wish. Soon he’d be calling you to his room.” And he left.



Pein spent the next several nights by the window, reading until very late under the bright moonlight, not daring turning on the lamp and wasting resources.



The result was that when next time he and Shikamaru went to continue working on the library, he fell asleep before the boy did.



Another week later he began to wonder if he had been forgotten by Kisame and the Master of the house, because he saw neither for quite a while. When Pein asked Shikamaru, the boy had simply shrugged and said that Itachi sometimes took extensive personal trips and took Kisame with him. No one was really sure what they did during their absences, but rumour was, the youth had said in hushed tones, that they were searching for Itachi-sama’s younger brother.



“His brother?” Pein said, looking up from the filing the catalogue cabinets. Shikamaru nodded.



“Yup. Well, half-brother. Itachi-san is Fugaku-san’s legitimate son by his lawful wife, who died at his birth.” The boy’s features twisted in disgust when he said Fugaku’s name. Apparently, he didn’t like Itachi’s father. “Sasuke was born to a slave girl named Mikoto. As far as I know, the old man beat her to death in a drunken rage a few years ago, then sold the boy.”



Pein looked down at the folder in his hands, sadness washing over him. If the boy looked anything like his older brother, his fate wouldn’t have been very different than Pein’s own.



Shikamaru continued after a short, pregnant pause.

“Itachi-san has been looking for him ever since he became completely free of his father’s control financially. He runs Uchiha Corp’s biggest rival, you know – the Akatsuki.”



“I thought he was Uchiha Corp’s only living heir.” Pein said, surprised.



“He is. That doesn’t stop him from wanting to take over the company by force now, just to spite the old man.”



“Oh.”



“Yeah. The whole thing is very fucked up. Talk about a dysfunctional family.”



Finally, he got up from his beloved couch and walked up to Pein and his folders.



“I think we’re done for today. Let’s go down to have dinner. I think Choji’s making a chocolate cake tonight.”



Pein goggled at him.



“They’ll let me eat chocolate?”



“Of course. Chop chop, move now.”



And there he was now, tentatively sitting at the edge of his pristine bed, his mouth still full of the rich taste of chocolate. Part of Pein thought that it was all a wonderful dream, one he would be woken up from with a lash on his back, but so far that hadn’t happened. For the first time in his life, he felt safe, warm, fed. He actually had his own bed. Pein giggled giddily at that thought and ran his hand over the thick woolen blanket. Not that he had ever used it. Sometimes, when he felt very brave, he lied down on top of the bed for a few minutes, luxuriating in the incredible feel of the soft mattress underneath.



Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car engine approaching the front door and Pein quickly got up and moved to his window to see who it was.



A familiar black limo pulled up by the curb and Kisame got out from the driver’s seat and opened the back door, letting Itachi-sama out. Even in the not so bright artificial light Pein could see that the young man looked both tired and excited. He sincerely hoped that perhaps his Master had found the information he was looking for. He had been so kind, so good to him, all Pein wanted was for him to be happy.



The young man and his large companion entered the house quietly and one of the servants got into the driver’s seat to get the limo back to the garage at the back of the house. Pein returned to the bed and curled on top of the blankets, sleep claiming him before he could think to move under it.



“I am glad to see that you’re making progress.” Kisame’s voice woke him up with a start and he jumped off the bed, wide-eyed and terrified.



“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”



“Hey, hey, it’s okay!” the large man quickly reassured him. “I meant it. I can only hope that sooner or later you’d cover yourself with the blankets too, you know.” And he reached to caress Pein’s pale cheek. A month ago, he would’ve flinched away from the touch, or at least would have wanted to, but now he accepted it readily, eagerly, even. He discovered that he liked being touched like that and felt almost greedy for it. Kisame smiled gently, but the smile did not rich his eyes – they remained sad and guarded.



“Itachi-san wants to see you. I’ll wait outside, you wash yourself and I’ll lead you to his quarters.”



The suddenness of the order surprised and frightened the red-head, but he complied without a word, then joined Kisame at the end of the corridor, an apprehensive lump forming in his throat. As the large man led him through the maze of corridors of the large manor house, his heart began to hammer in his chest and echo in his ears in fear. What if Itachi had decided that he had no use of a too-old and jaded pleasure slave? What if he decided to sell him? Now that he had had a small taste of what normal life felt like, he was ready to do anything to convince Itachi to keep him. Absolutely anything.



He was so preoccupied by his fears that he didn’t even think to look around and take in the rich interior of Itachi’s personal apartments and finally looked up when they entered the luxurious bedroom. Itachi was propped up on the double-poster covered in indigo satin bed, dressed only in a pair of cream-coloured pajama pants, feet and chest bare, long raven hair loose around his beautiful face.



Pein bowed low.



“Itachi-sama.” He said softly.



Itachi was looking at him with an unreadable look, as if he was debating something regarding Pein in himself. Finally, he sighed and beckoned the red-head to come closer. When he did, Itachi grabbed his hand and pulled him on the bed, making him sit next to him.



“Pein.” He began, voice oddly neutral.



“Master?” he said, the word spilling out because of the old habit, but Itachi didn’t correct him.



“I need to ask you something.” The young man said. “To do something for me. Know that if you do not wish to, I will not pressure you into it. I will not order you to do it. But if you agree, I expect your full cooperation.”



“Anything, anything, Master.” He said, urgently, eagerly.



“Has anyone told you of my brother yet?”



Pein flushed guiltily.



“Shikamaru mentioned…”



Itachi nodded. The rumour mill had done its job.



“How much did he tell you?”



Pein recounted what the boy had told him and Itachi nodded.



“Pretty much everything then. Pein. I discovered who has my brother. And I need to get close to that man.” Pein nodded, unsure where his place in that equation was.



“He frequents… sex clubs. Places where people go to show off their pleasure slaves, often making them perform for their pleasure.” Pein nodded again, having been dragged to quite a few of those in his life.



“These clubs are the only place where I can get anywhere close to him, and to do so, I need…” he gestured helplessly with his hand.



“A slave, Master?” Pein supplied helpfully.



“Yes.” Itachi finished guiltily. “And Kisame looks too intimidating to be able to fill that role. The kind of people who frequent those particular clubs only prefer to have physically weaker people as slaves with them. Smaller. More feminine.”



“People like me.” Pein finished and looked down at his hands.



Itachi nodded and took Pein’s hand in his own.



“I wanted to ask you if you’re willing to help me. That would mean that you would go to back to some of your old life as a sex slave. Do you understand that?”



The red-head only smiled gently then and slid off the bed to kneel at Itachi’s feet, then kissed his hands reverently.



“I would do anything for you.” He kissed his hands again. “Anything.”



Oddly enough, Itachi looked guilty, but he reached to pet Pein’s soft ginger hair and the slave leaned into the touch.



“Go and wash yourself again then” and he pointed to the bathroom door at the other end of the room. His tone told Pein just what kind of washing he meant.



When Kisame and Itachi remained alone in the bedroom and the sound of a shower came through the closed door, the large man looked at his young master.



“I never realized what an excellent manipulator you were.” He said with a frown.



“I had to. I need a slave who would be helping me out of his own free will and not because he’s too afraid of his master not to follow his orders. What we will be doing is dangerous, Kisame. I need to trust him. You know that if Orochimaru figures out we’re trying to steal Sasuke away from him, he’d overreact. And you know what happens when that man overreacts.”



Kisame nodded solemnly.



“I know, Itachi-san.”



Ten minutes later Pein left the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind himself so as not to allow the steam of his shower to waft into the room. When he looked up, he saw that Itachi hadn’t moved from his place where he was reclining on the bed, however, Kisame had sat down on one of the plush loveseats at the other end of the room, as naked as the day he was born. The man was absolutely magnificent, body perfectly proportioned to his height, thick, corded muscle hidden underneath smooth skin, here and there blemished by the occasional scar. Pein’s grey eyes slid down to his groin and widened – while he wasn’t too large for his own frame, his organ was much larger than any other he had seen before in his life, excluding some toys. And he wasn’t even hard yet. Pein swallowed apprehensively – that would hurt. Then again, physical suffering was something he was accustomed to. He looked back at Itachi questioningly. The young man was watching them intently.



“Take off your robe and go to Kisame.” he ordered quietly. Pein complied and kneeled naked at Kisame’s feet, knees sinking in the soft satiny carpet. A large hand came to rest on his head, fingers threading through his hair, pushing his head back, forcing him to look up into the man’s eyes. He was staring down at him with surprisingly soft and tender expression, almost regretful even. Then, seemingly making a decision, his other hand cupped Pein’s cheek and his callused thumb rubbed against his full lips. Readily, the red-head sucked the digit in, running his tongue over the sensitive pad of his finger. Kisame’s breath hitched and the massive organ resting against his thigh began to harden. Tentatively, Pein reached to caress his inner thighs, feeling the steel of the muscles underneath his palms and sighing around the invading digit. Soon, the other man removed his hand from his mouth and pushed Pein’s face forward.



The red-head nuzzled the heavy cock, then licked a hot, wet trail from root to tip, feeling it harden completely against his tongue, then gently mouthed one of his balls. Kisame sharply sucked in his breath, hand tightening in Pein’s hair for a moment before being forced to relax so as not to hurt him.



“He’s good, isn’t he?” Itachi’s voice came from behind the kneeling slave. Kisame nodded faintly. ‘So that’s why you bought him.’ The large man thought. ‘You knew that someone like him would know exactly what to do, how to be the perfect pet.” He looked down.



“Stop, pet.” Confusedly, Pein pulled away and looked up at Kisame.



The man grabbed him underneath his armpits and pulled him up to sit astride his lap, one of his large hands splaying over his ass and squeezing a taut asscheek. His erection was pressed heavy and hot between their bellies and Pein began to slowly rock against it, stimulating his partner as best as he could in the pose he was in. Kisame sighed and wrapped a large, gentle hand around him as he did so, urging and steadying his rocking at the same time, mouth finding his neck and beginning to suckle on it. A thick, callused finger began to circle Pein’s entrance and the red-head spread his legs wider to accommodate him. He could hear Itachi moving behind him, handing something to Kisame, but he was too engrossed in what he was doing at the moment to realize what it was. The finger withdrew and Pein keened disappointedly. He liked being treated so gently. For the first time in his life, he participated in this act without there being in any sort of pain, at least until that moment.



When the finger returned, cold and slick with something he was so surprised at the sensation that he stopped moving and looked up at Kisame with wide, confused eyes.



“To ease the entry.” The large man explained.



“But I don’t need any…”



“Itachi-san’s the one who decides what is it that you need or not.” The tone brooked no arguments so Pein relaxed back onto Kisame’s lap and felt the probing finger begin to slide inside of him. It was really not necessary – after all these years, he had learned to relax so as to minimize the damage. Still, the slippery sensation inside of him did feel nice. Suddenly, the questing finger rubbed against that spot inside of him that always made him see stars and made his own organ harden when stimulated. Pein whimpered again and suppressed the jolt of unwanted pleasure. The last thing he wanted right now was to be punished. The finger rubbed against that spot again and another joined and the red-head keened helplessly, his organ twitching despite his best efforts to stay calm. Finally, Kisame stopped and looked at the man in his arms.



“Why are you doing this?” he asked sharply.



“Doing what, Kisame-san?”



“Forcing your own desire down. I know that when I touch you in here feels good.” And his finger pressed against the small bud again. Tears sprang in Pein’s eyes.



“Please.” He whimpered. “Please, I don’t want to be punished.”



“Punished for what, pet?” Itachi asked behind him.



“For enjoying…” he whispered. Kisame’s golden eyes narrowed furiously. “They took even that from you?”



Pein looked away.



A third finger, smaller, thinner, slid into him and Itachi whispered in his ear.



”I am your master now. And I order you to stop controlling yourself. That is how you will please me.” Pein looked over his shoulder with wide eyes. “Obey me, pet.” Said Itachi firmly. All three fingers pressed against his prostate again, rubbed and circled over it and he was lost, control snapping, his organ hardening against Kisame’s flat muscular stomach in only a few agonized seconds. The red-head wailed and shuddered as they kept teasing him mercilessly, rocking desperately against them. Itachi chuckled above his head.



“Yes, that’s right. Just the way I want it. Keep going, Kisame.” And he withdrew his hand, allowing the large man to slide his own third finger inside of the slave on his lap.



Pain felt as if he was under water, hot and soothing, sounds and sight blurry and diminished, only the heat pooling in his groin and his ass ever sharper and increasing. When Kisame withdrew his fingers, the world came crashing back down around him and he blinked owlishly up at the two men.

“Move him to the bed.” Itachi ordered softly and Kisame obeyed, lifting him as if he weighed nothing and then arranging him face down on the wide mattress, shoulders relaxed onto the bed and hips and ass raised high in offering to his Master, thighs spread wide and invitingly. His face was turned to one side and he could see that Itachi had lost his pajama bottoms. He wasn’t as muscled as Kisame, and not nearly as large, but he was still perfect – toned and fit body like that of a dancer, pale silken skin completely unblemished, his length curving up to his flat belly slightly to the right. He was beautiful.



Itachi crawled up on the bed until he was behind Pein. He gently took hold of his slender hips, pulling them closer to his groin, using one hand to guide his erection towards the relaxed ring of muscle. It slid in oh-so torturously slowly, feeling Pein stretch around him like a glove, hot, wet, tight and soft at the same time. The red-head’s breathing was fast and shallow, slim scarred body shivering and shuddering sweetly as he claimed him. Finally, he was inside and they both kneeled there panting, adjusting, before Itachi began to move. At first, his thrusts were very slow and shallow, his smooth hand petting Pein between his shoulder-blades, the other holding onto his hip and steadying him.



Pein wasn’t sure how to react to all the new and strange sensations – the complete lack of physical agony confused him and scared him a little, even, as did the fact that he was aroused and no one was punishing him for it, the delicious sensation in his erection almost overwhelming he rest of what he was feeling, but not even that could compare to the waves of heat that washed over his helpless body every time Itachi’s tip pressed against the sensitive spot inside of him. Despite the fact that he was taught to be silent while being used he could not help but begin moaning softly, sweetly with each forward motion – he knew how to keep quiet if he was hurt, controlling himself during such overwhelming pleasure was something entirely new.



Itachi watched at the pliant red-head underneath him as he thrust into the tight cavern, his balls slapping wetly against his balls and pierced perineum, his continuous soft moaning hardening him even further. With an effort he tore his eyes away from the alluring sight and looked sideways to Kisame who was reclining on the other loveseat, thighs wide apart as he slowly palmed his own erection while watching the two of them, muscled chest rising and falling rapidly, glistening from sweat, eyes narrowed into sleepy slits.



The sight proved too much for the aroused Uchiha and he decided speed things up, turning back to the red-head and grabbing him, pulling him upright and at the same time sitting back on his haunches, Pein sitting on his lap, impaled on his hard cock which slid even further inside in the new pose. The slave did scream then, a drawn out, half-pleasured, half-agonised wail of need, head falling back onto Itachi’s shoulder. The brunette grabbed a fistful of sweaty ginger locks and turned his face towards him, kissing him hungrily and drinking in his moans as his hips began to snap upwards at a much faster and harder pace. Still kissing and rocking as fast as he could, Itachi let go of his hair and his hands traveled down, one stopping at a pierced nipple, grabbing the small hoop and twisting and turning it, feeling it harden into an even tighter pebble than before, the other sliding even lower, finding the piercing going through Pein’s tip and beginning to play with it as well.



This new stimulation proved too much for the slave and he squealed and wailed, body suddenly convulsing with the orgasm that washed over him, his entrance tightening rhythmically around the invading length and milking Itachi’s own peak out of him.



Afterwards, Pein lay back on his front onto the bed, in a pose much similar to the one he had started with, body slick with sweat, breath fast and laboured, still shuddering from the aftershocks of the orgasm he just experienced – the most intense sensation of pleasure that he had ever felt in his life, like electricity running through all his nerves, bright light behind his eyes, heat consuming his entire form. It was beginning to fade, very slowly, leaving him sated and lethargic, with heated come slowly seeping out of his stretched hole and sliding down his flushed tights.



As relaxed as he was, he could feel the bed dip behind him with the greater weight of someone heavier than Itachi-sama, then a hushed conversation. Then a pair of huge hands grabbed his hips carefully and he was breached all over again by something larger and thicker than his Master’s cock, only just as hard and hot as he had been. The new organ stretched him even further than before, pressed even more firmly against his oversensitised prostate and he mewled helplessly when the rocking began all over again, just as slow as before, only deeper, harder.



His body couldn’t help but react to the stimulation and he hardened again, but he had no strength left to begin to thrust back at Kisame. All he could do was lay there and take it, mewling sleepily with each jab against his spot. He wasn’t sure how long he took, being almost incoherent with the pleasure that washed over him every time the huge cock speared into him. Kisame did not rub his own erection this time, probably aware that he would be raw and too sensitive for that to feel good, slowly and patiently bringing him to a second orgasm only through stimulating him inside. The second peak was just as intense as the first, if not more, but he was slower and even more overwhelming and finally plunged him into a blissful unconsciousness.



Itachi looked at the man slumped on the bed and watched as he instinctively curled himself into a fetal position in his sleep as he slumbered on the stained sheets. Without a word, he got up and walked into the bathroom, taking a towel, wetting it with warm water and returning to clean him. Apparently they had exhausted him so much that he didn’t wake up when Itachi washed away all the sweat and come off him, then gently covered him with a blanket.



When he returned to the bathroom to dispose of the towel, Kisame followed him silently. Without a word, the man slid into the shower stall and turned the hot water on, then moved away so Itachi could join him under the soothing spray, facing away from the big man, letting his heated forehead press against the cool tiles as the water slid down his body and washed the evidence of their passion. Kisame gently kissed the back of his neck and began washing his back.



“What am I doing, Kisame?” he asked softly.



“You’re doing whatever is necessary to save your brother, Itachi-san.” The man offered, no hesitation, no pause before he answered.



“Then why do I feel like a monster? That creature in the bedroom is so broken already and I am about to use him in such a horrible way. I already manipulated him into believing that he wanted me to use him like that! I am worse than all the people who have owned him before me!” his voice broke in the end and he took a shuddering breath.



Kisame did pause then, choosing his words carefully.



“Itachi-san… as much as we like to believe it, as we want to believe it, the world isn’t black and white. There are only shades of grey, my squad commander used to say. And it is the end that is important, not the means.”



“That is a terrible way to look at the world, Kisame.” Itachi noted bitterly.



“Yes, it is.” The large man agreed, gently running the sponge between Itachi’s shoulder-blades. “But in the world we live in, it is the only way you can survive.” He finished with Itachi’s back and turned the young man around, making him face him.



“Look at it this way: You are kinder to that man than anyone else has been in his life ever since he was sold, which was decades ago. Yes, you are doing it for a selfish reason, but it does not change the end result.”



Itachi shook his head.



“What I am doing to him, what I did tonight, it goes against everything I believe in.”



“I know. Itachi… sometimes life forces us to make compromises with our principles. Think of Sasuke. Think of him in ten, fifteen years, if he’s still alive. Think of him in Pein’s place, as you found him in that auction – starved, scarred, broken, about to be killed because he’s no longer fresh enough and tight enough to please the spoiled bastards who buy other people to use as fucktoys.”



Itachi looked up sharply, dark eyes narrowing to slits at the unwanted mental image. Kisame met the stare head on, unflinching and unapologetic.



“You have to decide for yourself what is more important to you – your principles and the slave sleeping in your bed in the other room, or your brother’s sanity and welfare.” he said. “It is a terrible choice to make, but you have to make it and follow through with it.” His tone softened. “Just know that whatever you decide to do, I will support your decision.”



Itachi looked like he was ready to cry and Kisame hugged him.



“Hold me.” He whispered. ‘Because otherwise, I will fall apart.’