Torture Comes in Many Forms

Chapter 4: Sai’s New Roommate

Sai wasn’t the type to get nervous at anything. Under Danzou, he’d taken out almost an entire bingo book of Konoha’s enemies. He really had never been afraid of anyone. When he fought someone good enough to kill him, he usually felt more alive and full of respect for his opponent, not fear. But the reactions of Sakura, Naruto, and Yamato to the news he was moving in with Ibiki and was going to work under him in ANBU had been annoying and a bit worrisome. When he had been sitting with Sakura and Naruto eating lunch just a few hours ago, Naruto had done his best to convince Sai to change his mind.

“He probably won’t let you have any friends over. You know normal people have parties when they move into a new place. We need to have a leaving-the-team party, but really this is nothing to celebrate.”

“Shut up, Naruto, of course it is,” said Sakura. “It’s not like Ibiki is going to torture Sai.”

“But why move in with him, Sai?” whined Naruto, “You have a perfectly good apartment.”

“I’m exploring bonds, Naruto,” said Sai, something he knew would shut up both Sakura and Naruto. “Ibiki has no problem with me having people over or with a party,” added Sai recklessly, just wanting that troubled look off Naruto’s face.

Well, the troubled look had left Naruto’s face at that point, but unfortunately somehow, the end result was that now, as Sai headed over to Ibiki’s apartment at five o’clock, he had to tell his new roommate that at 5:30 Sakura was going to arrive with food and some friends to “set up,” and then at 6, everybody that Naruto and Sakura could get on such short notice was coming to Ibiki’s for a party. Sai had to get Ibiki to agree to the party somehow in the short amount of time he would have before Sakura showed up—or maybe he should just let Sakura show up and hope Ibiki would act civilized?

Sai had seen Ibiki around ANBU headquarters at times, but not very often. He was an assassination expert, which meant there was nothing left for interrogation or torture. That had been another reason used to persuade Tsunade to give him the new job—the I.A.T. as the ANBU folks usually referred to The Department of Interrogation and Torture— kept folks alive. Sai had claimed he needed a break from killing. If any of I.A.T.'s "guests" needed killing, it was done by another division. At any rate all Sai could remember about Ibiki was that he was tall, scarred, and wore a uniform all the time.

Well, Sai was here, his new home. He rang the doorbell. When it opened, Sai checked the man at the door with his memories—tall, yes; scarred, yes; in a uniform, partially—those grey pants were definitely uniform pants, but the jacket was missing and the man just wore a basic black-buttoned shirt. But somehow the memory and the reality seemed light years apart. The man at the door was, well, interesting, very interesting. `No wonder Danzou liked Ibiki,' thought Sai, `the man is all angles and hardness, masculinity and power. He looks emotionless, ruthless, and, and, well, lonely, needy. What?'

“Come in, brat,” said Ibiki. “Sit down and let’s go over the rules.”

`No hello and right into the rules,' thought Sai. `Yeah, Danzou would love this guy.' But all Sai did was practice his smile and say, “As you wish.”

The door opened into a rectangular living room about 4 meters by 6 meters. There were windows along the right side and two open doorways with no doors on the left. The near one went into a hall and the other into the kitchen/eating area. Ibiki gestured for Sai to sit in a small carved wooden chair with no arms. It wasn’t comfortable, but Sai didn’t care—only wusses cared about comfort. Ibiki sat across from him on a long sofa under the windows. The length of the sofa and the way the light surrounded Ibiki but didn’t light up his face made him seem isolated

Sai waited for his host to speak calmly. At last Ibiki said, “Listen up, I’m not going to repeat this. Rule number one, these quarters remain inviolate. Rule number two, my room is off limits. Rule number three, your guests follow these rules."

“My guests?” asked Sai, rather surprised—did Ibiki already know about the party? Had Naruto and Sakura talked to him?

Ibiki frowned, “Friends, dates, service personnel.”

Ok, so Ibiki was ok with people coming over, but why the frown? “Clarify dates and service personnel,” said Sai, trying to figure out what was making Ibiki frown so much.

“Service personnel are those that you hire or interact with to provide basic services—laundry, food, clothing, mail, medical or financial business. Dates are people you socially interact with for the purpose of intimacy,” said Ibiki, his frown getting even worse.

Sai’s thought immediately fixated on that last work, `Intimacy—oh, sex? He thinks I have a lover? I barely have friends—I’ve never kissed anyone, let alone had sex with them.’ Just thinking of sex made Sai’s eyes drop to Ibiki’s crotch. `Oh, my god, he’s got a hard-on that you could hang a hat on—wow, that really is a big one. Hmmm, I heard he hasn’t had a date or sex in years. Maybe sex is the key to getting him to agree to the party.’

“I heard you had balls,” said Sai, “but now I see you have a cock to match them. I’ve been on a team with a girl and a guy with such a small penis I thought he was a woman.” He watched Ibiki carefully to see his reaction. He didn’t react at all, but his cock was still rock hard. His eyes were actually rather sexy, Sai noted, especially when he tilted his head forwards.

Ibiki’s voice when he finally spoke didn’t match the intensity of his eyes or the solidity of his erection. He lightly said, “Naruto? If his dick is tiny, his huge balls sure make up for it. That kid passed my chuunin exam with a blank paper.”

Thinking of Naruto made Sai feel good, and he smiled as he said, “I thought him weak and an prick with no balls when I first met him, but he is strong, fearless, and powerful. But he still has a weenie cock.” Just to tease Ibiki, like he had teased his brother and Naruto, Sai added, “Judging from that tent in your pants, you might have a cock close to my size, but I need to see it clearly to be sure. Why don’t you pull it out and show me and prove you’ve got both a cock and balls at once?”

Ibiki stood and up, walking over to Sai, impressing him. He’d joked like this with his brother and Naruto, but they never called him on it like Ibiki seemed intent on doing. For the first time since he had agreed to take this job with Ibiki, Sai felt maybe he had done the right thing. Ibiki was a man to respect—and god, wow, what a cock! For the first time ever, Sai was looking at a cock that might just be longer than his—it was certainly thicker. Sai felt a flutter in himself of something--was this an emotion?--a something he couldn’t name. No, this couldn’t be. He’d pull his out and prove his was bigger. Sai abruptly stood and dropped his pants. Damn it, he was clearly smaller, but of course he wasn’t hard. Well, he could try to fix that—maybe his cock would respond since Sai had that cock of Ibiki’s to look at—but probably not. Sai had never had an erection in the presence of another person. He reached down and began to tug on his cock, looking at Ibiki’s penis—he had wondered if other men’s cocks looked like his own when erect, but Ibiki’s looked better than his own—thicker, so much darker in color, the absolute essence of man. Sai’s penis hardened to its full length, almost touching Ibiki’s shirt. The two cocks were alike, yet so different. Sai wanted to touch Ibiki’s cock—hey, why not? Hell, this was probably the only chanced he’d ever get.

Sai moved so his cock would touch Ibiki’s—oh god, it was long enough to hit his public hair. He couldn’t stop himself—he reached out and slid his hand along the two cocks, feeling them both together. He leaned a little forward so the sensitive tip of his hit Ibiki’s balls. Oh god, oh god—if he didn’t stop soon, he wouldn't be able to. He felt like he was on the verge of swinging his sword in a killing blow--once he started the move, the path of the sword was inevitable, unstoppable. His hand made one more stroke along the two cocks as he thought how Ibiki's cock was clearly the better of the two—a thing of beauty. It deserved to be worshipped, to be caressed, to be sucked—god, maybe he had a death wish—this was Ibiki of the I.A.T.! It was time to sheath his sword.

“About the same,” said Sai, quickly pulling up his pants and hoping Ibiki wouldn’t challenge his claim.

But Ibiki just adjusted his clothing as if nothing had happened, saying in that casual voice, “Let me show you the bathroom and the kitchen.”

Sai, now definitely experiencing his first case of nerves, followed Ibiki into the kitchen. He hoped his hard-on went away before Sakura arrived.