Welcome to the Island of Beautiful Men

Chapter Warnings: Shikamaru x Neji: Oral, anal; Itachi x Naruto x Kiba: anal, spanking, light bondage

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“So…that’s where all our money’s been going.”

The mastermind behind the kidnappings turned to look at his accomplice with a quizzical expression on his face. “What do you mean?”

“All those villages we raided and the money we stole, I made sure that we had enough in our budget for this secret volcano lair, the vats of chemicals, the food and other various ‘supplies’ you requested but when I noticed our surplus of funds dwindling I had no idea you were using it to have costumes made too.”

“It was a last minute decision,” he admitted, slightly guilt-ridden. “Is that a problem?”

“No, not really,” the other replied with a shrug. “I just figured the beach shorts would have been enough.”

“But the costumes are better, don’t you think?”

“I suppose I have to agree,” the younger man sighed in agitation. “But what am I supposed to do with the rest of the shorts you’re no longer using?”

“Phoo! Do whatever you want.”

A naughty grin split his apprentice’s face and he approached his superior to wrap his arms around his neck from behind and caress his clothed chest. “How about I put on a fashion show for you then?” he whispered huskily into the other man’s ear and punctuated his suggestion with a flick of his warm tongue against a very sensitive lobe.

He shivered slightly at the erotic contact but still did not respond the way the young man had expected.

“I can’t watch your fashion show now,” he protested, his glittering eyes transfixed to the monitor with a very annoyed Shikamaru and an overbearing Neji inside. “If I watch it now, I’ll miss what happens next…”



Chapter 4 – Sit Down and Shut Up

Shikamaru sighed heavily and looked up at the sky as he cursed himself for ever stopping to help the Hyuuga in the first place. He’d only done it to help a friend but he’d never considered Neji a friend, in the least, they were acquaintances and at best, citizens of Konohagakure but they weren’t friends.

“Hey! Have you even heard a word I said?”

It was impossible not to hear him, his voice was loud enough to drown out the crashing of the waves but Shikamaru wasn’t listening to him and his words were nothing more than a dull clamoring in his ears. The cosplaying sailor stifled another sigh and was forced to look away from the clouds that brought him so much comfort so he could give the exasperating boy in his arms his full attention and his breath hitched in his throat when his eyes locked with the pale pair that glared almost hatefully up at him.

That usually stoic face was set in deep scowl and the glinting, mauve eyes along with those pursed lips only added to his appeal. The Hyuuga ‘hmphed’ and turned his head away when Shikamaru said nothing, but Shikamaru couldn’t say anything, even if he tried.

He was breathtaking!

The water droplets that still clung to his pale skin, ebony hair and somewhat delicate features glittered under the sun, giving him an ethereal visage and making him appear more like the mythological creature he was supposed to represent.

Neji removed one hand from around his carrier’s neck so he could brush away a few strands of long hair that the wind had teased against his face and the bracelet of tiny seashells that adorned his wrist clattered softly subconsciously dragging Shikamaru’s eyes towards them and when his gaze fell upon Neji’s equally pink lips that had now turned into a pout and Shikamaru’s hold upon his slightly damp form tightened significantly.

Nothing repulsed the Nara more than a nagging woman and that rule should apply double towards a man, right? So then, why the bothersome Hyuuga turning him on?

“Dammit, Nara!” the merman raged when a large leaf smacked him against the side of his head. “Watch where you’re going! Shit! You’re always daydreaming, can’t you keep your head out of the clouds for five minutes while you’re carrying me?”

Something inside Shikamaru snapped and he stopped, dead in his tracks. Of course Neji was not pleased with the delay and demanded that he keep moving but his order turned into a surprised shriek when Shikamaru released him and he fell, with little grace, on his ass.

“What is your fucking problem, Nara?” Neji screamed and gingerly rubbed the back of his spine with both hands.

“You,” was his cool reply but the murderous glare that peeked at him from behind a veil of black locks made him suddenly uneasy, not to mention, suddenly aroused.

Why was an irate Neji turning him on like this?

“Pick me up!”

Shikamaru shook his head. “No! Not until you promise you won’t say another word for the rest of the journey.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” the other brunette retorted.

“And you’re in no position to do the same,” Shikamaru shot back, indicating to his handicapped situation with a wave of one hand.

“PICK ME UP!” he ordered again but the other boy defiantly shoved his hands into his pockets, to which Neji ‘hmphed’ again and crossed his arms over his chest. They remained in their stalemate for what seemed like an hour, neither boy conceding to the other’s demands until Shikamaru had enough and stepped over him to continue along the path alone.

“You wouldn’t dare leave me behind.” It was more of a statement than a threat and the Hyuuga was right. Shikamaru had barely taken three steps before he was overcome with so much guilt he couldn't move even if he wanted to…and boy, did he want to. He sighed and allowed his traitorous body to walk back over to Neji but the smug, lop-sided smile on his face washed away any pity the Nara had for him just a few seconds ago.

He squatted next to the other boy before reiterating his demand. “Shut up!”

“Fuck you!”

Shikamaru sighed, he should have known the other boy was too stubborn to have any other way but his own. “No Hyuuga,” he replied and opened his fly with one hand while firmly gripping the back of Neji’s head with the other. “Fuck you!”

Neji stared with wide eyes at the semi-hard cock that sprang into view just inches from his face and he would have scooted away if his legs weren’t already cramped from being constricted so tightly and if Shikamaru didn’t have such a tight hold in his hair.

“What the hell do you think you’re do-Mmmph!” he gasped in shock when the other boy brought it closer but he pursed his lips tightly together and clamped his eyes shut as it prodded against the thin line of his mouth.

“Well that shut you up,” Shikamaru drawled but Neji was never one to let the other person have the last say and he opened his mouth to make a nasty rejoinder but it was forced back into his throat when Shikamaru shoved his cock roughly between his lips.

The young Chuunin hissed loudly and his shoulders shook when his dick entered that warm, unwilling mouth and Neji’s startled cry only heightened the stimulation when his moist tongue accidentally brushed against its throbbing underside.

Neji was too predictable and Shikamaru knew he wouldn’t be able to resist having the last word, but no amount of strategizing could prepare him for how good it felt to have his cock rammed far inside that irritating mouth.

The older boy gagged slightly when the erect penis was shoved deeper inside and he coughed when he felt the first drop of precum land against the back of his tongue. He would have bitten that impetuous member clean off then shove it up Shikamaru’s nose but the heady scent of the other boy’s arousal coupled with the fact that this was turning him on as well made him reneg on that spiteful objective and he folded his lips over his teeth and stroked its underbelly with his tongue, but this time with purpose.

Shikamaru groaned loudly and gripped the base of his hard-on with his thumb and forefinger while allowing his remaining fingers to cradle his testicles. His plan entailed him pulling out at this point because he’d predicted Neji would have tried to shove him away or at least try to bite him but he’d never have predicted this and the impromptu change in plan dictated that he slip his retreating cock back into that inviting heat.

The hands that he’d been using to help support his body he brought up to rest on the Nara’s hard thighs and his soft fingers kneaded and massaged at the firm muscles there causing the other boy to wince and his dick to react in a similar manner. Neji’s hands began an exploration of his lower body, tugging his pants to his knees and splaying his fingers over the smooth, tanned skin, stroking the backs of his thighs and advancing upwards to cup and knead his round ass.

Shikamaru clenched his teeth when Neji’s fingers sank into his smooth flesh and he involuntarily bucked into that mouth that was already doing unimaginable things to his dripping erection. Neji swallowed each glob of liquid that escaped then wiped away any excess with the tip of his tongue, allowing it to roll along the surface of the pink muscle and fall with the rest down his throat.

He’d never experienced anything like this before, in fact, Shikamaru had never even received head before and if he had known that it was this good he’d have done it sooner. Neji was obviously experienced, he could tell by the way he’d bring him close with quick, short sucks then cause him to abate by slowing his ministrations into long, calculated bobs of his head and Shikamaru wondered who, and how many, he’d done this to before.

Neji groaned loudly in agitation and the vibrations reverberated around Shikamaru’s sensitive head. One of his pale hands abandoned a tight mound of flesh while the other made its way towards a flat stomach and long fingers threaded their way through soft pubic hair. His free hand he brought to his neglected erection that was trapped beneath the constricting fins and a large bulge formed by his groin as it strained against the material.

It wasn’t enough. The cloth, although soft, was still too thick to appreciate any form of contact and even though he relished in the pleasure the friction brought, the pain of his erection, begging to be freed, was too much and the sticky residue of his need that dripped between his legs made him uncomfortable.

A damp spot grew where his fingers pressed the fabric against the tip of his imprisoned manhood and Shikamaru barely saw it through the haze of his lust-filled eyes and when he did, he released his penis so he could reach out to fondle Neji's. Neji moaned out loud at the touch and his mouth opened wide to let his tongue hang out but Shikamaru continued to rub his hard-on against it.

Neji grabbed him tightly by his wrist with both hands and ground his hips wantonly into that large palm and his ministrations on the delicious cock stopped completely so he could pant heavily and mewl with need.

The Nara didn’t mind, that hot breath caressing his thick length was just as erotic and his hips continued their automatic thrusts and the grip he had on Neji’s head slackened significantly.

The merman groaned again and turned his head away so he could free his mouth but Shikamaru’s hips continued to piston against him and Neji snuggled against it with his cheek. “Shika,” he gasped and pushed the other boy’s palm harder against his groin even though he knew it wouldn’t help matters any more. “It hurts.”

Those two words dampened his desire enough to stop what he was doing and he took a shaky breath to help garner his self-control. Shikamaru flipped him over onto his stomach and Neji rose up on his elbows and looked over his shoulder when the other boy disappeared behind him.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he asked in a breath shaky with desire even as he began grinding his hips into the sand. Shikamaru stilled his movements with a heavy hand on the small of his back and fished out the standard-issue, MKIII Navy knife that had come with his outfit.

“Don’t move,” he warned and he took another deep breath to help steady his hand as he cut a thin, vertical line between Neji’s ass.

“Shika?”

“Shh,” he hissed loudly and a bead of perspiration ran down the side of his temple as he tried to slice through the thick fabric without cutting Neji’s skin. He needed the silence to concentrate, because Neji’s titillating voice only made his body shake with raw desire.

The task was successfully completed and he tossed the knife aside before straddling the Hyuuga’s hips and putting two fingers in his mouth to wet them. He could have cut the entire thing off and he was sorry that Neji’s arousal was still trapped inside but the thought of fucking a mermaid was just too damn kinky to pass up.

A loud scream tore itself from Neji’s chest and disturbed the peace of the indigenous fauna that framed the quiet pathway when Shikamaru impatiently shoved both fingers inside his snug hole, made even tauter by the fact that his legs were drawn so close together.

It was going to be a tight fit.

After the initial pain ebbed Neji began to rock his hips in a circular motion, trying to drive those fingers deeper while digging his rock hard erection into the ground. The digits were removed just as roughly as they’d entered and the older boy cried out at the loss as they left him with a faint ‘pop’.

Shikamaru abundantly glazed his hand with saliva so he could lubricate his stiff rod and his hips thrust into the palm of his hand against his will, almost bringing him to the edge. It was difficult, near impossible, to get himself to stop jerking off, especially since he had a tight ass ready and willing before him so he forcefully occupied his hands with another task and he took a firm grip on Neji’s ass cheeks and slipped both thumbs between the thin crack so he could spread the hole wide open. The other boy moaned and his muscles clenched and unclenched making it appear as if that puckered hole was blowing kisses up at him.

He placed his thick head at the entrance that was just as pale as the rest of his skin and for a second, as he probed against it and Neji cried out in pain, he believed that it wasn’t going to fit but just as he was about to give up and get the knife to remove the fins completely so Neji could spread his legs it slipped in and the entire head of his cock was engulfed with such an unbearably searing heat that Shikamaru thought it would burn off.

“FUCK!” Neji screamed and tears just as hot as the Nara’s cock stung at the corners of his eyes. ‘Oh God! He’s so big!’ he thought on a shuddering breath and he ground his teeth together and clawed his fingers in the sand as the other boy drove deeper inside him.

“Neji, you’re so tight,” he managed on a long exhale and he watched in awe as his thick, dark cock slipped between that pale ring of muscle.

Neji almost choked on his saliva when he opened his mouth to reply and his eyes flew open wide when he realized that Shikamaru was still forcing himself inside. He didn’t think the Nara was this big from when he’d given him head earlier but it had been a very long time since he’d last done this so he’d probably closed up again since then.

His shaft was now completely swallowed up by Neji’s ravenous cavern and as much as he wanted to just enjoy the feel of him hot and close around him, tradition demanded that he begin a rhythmic thrusting and he pulled himself out until the base of his mushroom-shaped head hooked just behind Neji’s entrance before shoving back in.

It wasn’t long before the Hyuuga was overcome with pleasure and the only pain he suffered now was the aching in his cock to stand fully erect and the restraint was driving him insane but not as crazy as Shikamaru’s maddeningly slow thrusts were.

He sobbed loudly when the other boy started to pull out again and he dropped his head into the sand and rubbed his forehead against it. The humidity of the enclosed patch with the heat of the sun and their copulation caused them to sweat profusely and the tiny saline droplets that fell from his nose and onto Neji’s back made the Hyuuga shiver every time but his body almost fell apart when Shikamaru’s head touched the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside him and he arched his back and thrust himself hard against the other boy.

The Nara grunted when Neji slammed into his groin and he had to admit that it was quite a turn on. He’d meant to be gentle since, under the circumstances, Neji probably wouldn’t be able to cope with being roughly manhandled but he really wanted to just let himself go and if Neji really wanted it, that is, if he didn’t mind then Shikamaru would be more than happy to oblige. He released the grip he had on Neji’s behind so he could place them on either side of the boy’s head and lean over to ask him if it was alright for him to go faster and when Neji bucked against him again he took it as a ‘Yes!’.

He let himself go, slamming into him without restraint, rending loud sobs and ecstatic cries of encouragement from his lungs as the sailor fucked his mermaid into the sandy path and his soft grunts were completely drowned out by the boy beneath him.

Neji screamed in exasperation and tossed his head to one side and his hair whipped around in a flurry of inky, black locks as Shikamaru drove into him, rocking his body quickly back and forth.

‘It hurts,’ he whimpered silently as his groin burned from the constant friction against the fins, his sacs ached at his approaching release and the streams of fluid leaked against his legs. ‘But it feels so good,’ especially in contrast to the fulfilling sensation of Shikamaru’s thick rod spreading his ass wide open and the occasional contact against his prostate was making his head spin.

The other boy was close too and he picked up in speed and he bit his lip when a vicious shudder ravaged him as his dick quivered and released its milky white load. Neji came soon after and pushed himself desperately against the man above and an agonizing scream was heard when his ejaculate splashed against his legs and stained their wrappings.

With what little energy he had, the Nara collapsed to one side instead of falling on Neji and pulled his exhausted, little mermaid into his arms so they lay chest to back.

Shikamaru was spent and the oceanic ambiance with the mingling of their deep breathing soon lulled him to sleep but he was awakened, just as he was dozing off, by a fully recovered and very irate Neji.

“You had a fucking knife this whole time and didn’t tell me?” he fumed, his chest heaving with each ragged breath he took. Apparently he hadn’t completely recovered yet.

Shikamaru stifled an annoyed groan and sat up so he could return his pants to their proper position. He should have known that the solitude wouldn’t last.

“Well?” the Hyuuga reiterated with a huff.

“Well, what?” the Nara snapped back. “I was trying to tell you that from the beginning but you wouldn’t shut up long enough to let me get two words in.”

Neji blushed at that and turned his head away almost shamefully and Shikamaru knew that was the closest thing to an apology he’d ever get from the stubborn Hyuuga. He sighed as he got to his knees and retrieved his combat knife before indicating for Neji to turn over on his stomach again. The other boy did as he was told, albeit, a little reluctantly and he tried to peer over his shoulder as Shikamaru began cutting against the fabric again.

“What are you doing?” he asked when he realized that the cuts were coming horizontally instead of vertically and when Shikamaru ordered him to turn over on his back he realized that the other boy was making a skirt out of the fins. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he screamed in a rage at the mini-skirt that was just a little higher than mid-thigh.

“In case you haven’t noticed,” Shikamaru started with an agitated vein pounding at his temple. “You’re not wearing any underwear and unless you wanted to walk the rest of the way buck naked, which is fine by me, this was the only alternative I could think of.”

Neji kept perfectly still which was difficult since every fibre of his being screamed ‘Kill the Nara’ but when he finished and put the knife away then tugged off the lower half of the fins Neji’s legs would have erected a shrine to the other boy if they could when they felt the refreshing sea breeze against their clammy skin and Neji couldn’t help but bask in the contentment and sense of freedom it brought him.

“Shit!” Shikamaru cursed after wiping away the sticky mess on Neji’s thighs with the now useless cloth before balling it up and tossing it aside and expecting his handiwork. “I cut it too short.”

Neji didn’t care, in fact, it wasn’t short enough in his opinion and the thought of walking back naked was actually kind of appealing now that his legs could breathe again. “Ya think,” he replied curtly and accepted the hand the Nara had offered him to help pull him to his feet.

It was completely out of chivalry that Shikamaru started to brush the sand off Neji’s behind but the Hyuuga quickly slapped them away. The genius Nara sighed and began to remove his shirt and Neji balked while staring at the not-too-muscular, yet well-defined chest and equally chiseled abs and he wondered if he wanted him again so soon. “Here,” he said and handed the shirt to Neji but when he went to put it on over his head the younger boy shook his head. “No, wear it around your waist. The tear’s still in the back and…well…you get the idea.”

A deep blush spread across the Hyuuga’s nose and touched his ears and as he wrapped the shirt’s sleeves around his waist and fastened it with a knot he tried not to imagine how he must look from behind.

“I feel like a prostitiute,” he muttered as he roughly tugged against the shirt and Shikamaru who had his arms locked behind his head peered at the other boy from one sleepy eye and took in his trampy appearance. He really did look like a hooker with those star shaped pasties over his nipples and the mini-skirt with the shirt wrapped around him that didn’t do much to cover his creamy thighs and legs that seemed to go on forever.

“And I feel like I’m on shore leave,” Shikamaru joked but the other boy didn’t find it funny and punched him hard against the arm. “Shit, don’t you have a sense of humor Hyuuga?” he groused and rubbed at the dull ache in his bicep.

A languid smile spread across Neji’s soft lips. “Hm, by humor do you mean the fact that you, a sailor, just had sex with a mermaid and are now in the company of a hooker? Yeah, then I guess that’s pretty funny.”

“Glad you think so,” he muttered and led the way towards the village he’d mentioned earlier with his prostitute in tow.

***

“It’s damaged,” the young, anonymous man pointed out after looking over his master’s shoulder to see Shikamaru toss the remains of the expensive material to one side.

“Yeah, but you couldn’t expect it to stay on forever,” the other man sighed almost regretfully.

He scoffed. “What a waste of money.”

“Ku ku ku, but it was worth it.”

“I think I’d make a better mermaid, don’t you?” he purred and wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck again. “Why don’t I fill the tub and we can have our own ‘Little Mermaid’ fantasy?”

“That’s a brilliant idea,” he concurred and just before his sex-deprived accomplice could leave he dashed his hopes again when he added. “But we can’t do that now,” he said with a broad smile as he watched, on another screen, Itachi forcing Kiba into a sitting position.

“…Kiba’s training is about to begin.”

***

“Sit!”

His voice retained its usual calm and soft timber even though the command was firm and reinforced with a long, pale finger pointing towards the ground, but even if he was yelling and screaming Kiba would still remain disobedient and brazenly met his eyes with a rebellious glare.

Itachi put his hands on the boy’s shoulders and, without even having to summon most of his strength, pressed him into the sand. Kiba’s legs buckled beneath the weight and he plopped to his knees before the taller man but the second Itachi released him he jumped to his feet again.

‘Shit!’ Kiba swore inwardly and his fingers curled into tight fists at his sides as he met that bored expression with a livid one. ‘He’s stronger than I thought.’

“Sit!” he commanded again but when Kiba made no movement to do so Itachi’s chest heaved on what could have been an annoyed sigh, yet his expression did not change nor was the sudden exhalation of breath audible. He reached out to place his hands on Kiba’s shoulders again and the wild child’s lips curled back to reveal his pointy canines and a feral snarl could be heard bubbling behind his throat. Itachi was not the least bit intimidated but he really should have heeded Kiba’s animalistic warning because when his hand drew closer still the spiky-haired brunette snapped around his head and sank his teeth into Itachi’s hand.

Naruto gaped in shock, wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open but what amazed him the most wasn’t that Kiba had the guts to bite Itachi it was that Itachi didn’t seem to realize that he’d been bitten. He just stood there and continued to watch his unwilling pet with a flat gaze, not a sound escaped his mouth, he didn’t even wince and it was only when Kiba released the ‘lock-jaw’ he had around his hand did he raise a thin, black eyebrow when he saw the tiny indentations in his alabaster flesh.

“Puppy bit me,” he muttered lethargically, as if it was some irrelevant, ‘by-the-by’ annotation.

Kiba was now just as disturbed as his blonde friend but his alarm became fear when Itachi slowly brought his black eyes, made even darker by the stormy expression on his face, back to Kiba. The Inuzuka boy took a cautious step backwards but he couldn’t get very far since the Uchiha maintained that possessive grip on his leash and with a sharp tug he closed the gap between them, bringing Kiba’s sensitive nose just inches from his chest.

He could smell the ocean on his skin, the cool salty aroma mixed heavily with the warm saline of his own perspiration and from this close distance, even without the use of his Chakra, Kiba could smell the epinephrine secreted in reaction to the bite and the spurring of his anger. There was also something else, something obscured by his increasing ire, something that was there before but was fading as fast as his anger grew and before it vanished completely, Kiba got a whiff of it and it made his head spin.

He smelled sex!

Why did he have that scent, of all things, on him? The sea-spry was obvious since they were standing on a beach, his perspiration too since a thin sheen of sweat also coated Kiba’s skin under the intensity of the sun, even his anger was understandable because who wouldn’t be pissed after being bitten by another human being, but sex?

He wasn’t warranted enough time to ponder whether this desire was a by-product of the older boy having a Master / Pet fetish or if it was an arousal that clung to him from before because Itachi was now sitting on the ground and pulling Kiba towards him to lay him on his stomach, over his crossed legs.

“Naughty puppy,” Itachi murmured, to no one in particular as he brushed the fake tail to one side and raised one hand high in the air.

Kiba knew what was coming next and he prepared himself for the impact but God, if he’d known that the Uchiha could hit that hard he would have tried to find some sort of padding to put into his shorts, like how he used to do with his mother, because his mother’s lashes hurt like a bitch, but they paled in comparison to these spankings and if he’d been reprimanded like this when he was younger then he probably would have grown up to be a perfect, little momma’s boy.

He shuddered violently when that hand came down on his ass again and the leather micro shorts didn’t absorb much of the blow or cover enough of his skin since it was cut, much too short, and the underswell of his behind was exposed now that he was bent over slightly.

Kiba tried to stifle his screams, he didn’t want to give the other boy the satisfaction in knowing that they hurt terribly and he tried to keep his tears inside but they stung the corners of his eyes and he bit his lower lip, sinking his fangs deep into the soft flesh to keep his pitiable cries at bay.

But just how long did this guy intend on disciplining him anyway? Kiba wondered when that hand came down for a seventh time forcing him to emit something between a strangled groan and a choked sob. He couldn’t take much more of this and he dug his claws into the sand and his toes curled when he was hit for an eight time but on the ninth his head snapped back and his back arched on a harsh cry.

“Akamaru,” he sobbed, the tears flowing freely now and hating himself for it, as he turned to look at the blurred image of his canine companion. “Don’t just sit there and watch, do something!”

The dog-nin replied in his native tongue, a language understandable only to the Inuzuka, and Naruto, in his inquisitiveness, wondered what the pup was saying and why he wasn’t rushing to his master’s aide but he got a pretty good idea when Kiba made his outraged reply.

“What do you mean you won’t help me and I deserve it?” he yelled incredulously.

Akamaru yipped his reply and Kiba growled in disagreement. “Bitten my Master?” he scoffed. “This guy is not my Master, Akamaru.”

{Then why is he commanding your leash?} the tiny pup asked while tilting his head to one side.

“It’s not the same with humans as it is with animals, Akamaru,” Kiba explained. “Just because I’m wearing a collar doesn’t mean I’m somebody’s pet and just because he’s holding my leash doesn’t mean he’s my Master.”

{That’s not true,} he barked loudly to establish his point. {I’ve seen humans with collars behave as pets to other humans that commanded their leashes.}

“Oh yeah? Where have you seen that?” Kiba asked, a little more out of curiosity than sarcasm.

{Your sister!}

“WHAT?”

The pup nodded his head and swished his tail from one side to the next and Naruto desperately wanted to know what he’d said to get that kind of reaction from Kiba.

{Yep! Whenever her boyfriend comes over she commands his leash and he’s always obedient to her and he never bites her…well…unless she asks him to-}

“AKAMARU, SHUT UP!” he screamed desperately while covering his ears with his hands. “I don’t need to hear that.”

Itachi had been kind enough to cease his corporal punishment while the two were engaged in their conversation but after Kiba put an impromptu end to their private discussion he resumed and Kiba was actually glad because the slaps were drowning out his little friend’s incessant yipping who suddenly wanted to know what ‘Cock and Ball Torture’ and ‘E-stim’ meant but the stinging pain was once again too much and Kiba made one last bid for help in the form of the Uzumaki brat who was now trying to get Akamaru to write out what he just said in the sand.

“Naruto,” he gasped when that large hand smacked him against a particularly raw spot. “This guy…make him stop!” but Naruto ignored him, too caught up in whatever it was the white dog was doodling in the sand with his paw. “Uzumaki, get your fucking ass over here,” he raged and the other boy rolled exasperated blue eyes before crawling over to the two.

He was going to ask, very nicely, for Itachi to stop but he really didn’t know what good that would do since the Uchihas were notorious for always having their own way but as he watched that hand come down with such speed and with so much force that it actually made Kiba’s taut ass, that was now a deep cherry red, jiggle, Naruto was so mesmerized by it that he no longer had any intentions of getting the other man to stop, and listening to Kiba’s anguished cries and the loud smacking of skin against leather and skin he couldn’t help but become aroused by it.

“Hey Itachi,” Naruto asked, practically drooling by now. “Can I try too?”

The only person that objected was Kiba, not even Akamaru found it strange that another person was disciplining someone else’s pet, especially since Itachi didn’t oppose the idea. Kiba struggled in the Uchiha boy’s lap and Akamaru shook his head and his last thought, before his attention was drawn to a white crab hobbling across the sand, was {When will my Master learn to be a good pet to his Master, like I am?}

Itachi grabbed both of Kiba’s arms and dragged them to the small of his back before cuffing him by the wrists with one hand and pressing against the center of his shoulders to keep him in place. The wild boy cursed at Naruto, promising him a beating a hundred times worse than whatever he gave him if he so much as laid a hand on him but Naruto was oblivious to his verbal threats once the blood started pounding in his ears.

He raised the hem of the pants a little higher, bringing more of the soft mounds into view and he chuckled when he saw how red it had become especially over such tanned flesh. Naruto’s hand wasn’t as heavy as Itachi’s but he was already so raw and the skin was so tender that it still hurt like hell and Naruto was getting so into it that Kiba wasn’t sure he was going to stop either.

“G-Guys,” he pleaded as he squirmed in Itachi’s lap, hating the way his voice sounded, ironically, like a whipped puppy. “Enough, just stop already…please.”

Naruto frowned, and stared at the abused ass almost despondently before a wicked, fox-like grin split his handsome face. Just because they couldn’t hit Kiba anymore didn’t mean the fun had to stop too. He leaned closer and whispered something in Itachi’s ear and Kiba barely heard it over the loud panting he did to catch his breath and the thick swallows he took to ease the scratchiness in his throat.

Whatever it was that the mischievous prankster suggested, Itachi was all for it and with a firm tug he popped the tail off the costume and used it to firmly secure Kiba’s wrists behind his back.

His throat was still too sore to add sound to his words so he just allowed them to manipulate him to his feet and make him stand before them, one with a lax expression and the other, very smug with himself.

“Sit!” came Itachi’s order and Kiba glared nastily at him as he got down, slowly on one knee, then the other before, gingerly, setting his behind onto the warm sand.

“Lay down!”

Kiba stretched out his long frame and his arms in his back made him somewhat uncomfortable but he still refused to break eye contact.

“Roll over!”

That snickered command came from Naruto and Kiba didn’t obey, he just kept his angry gaze glued to the other boy, who was not the least bit intimidated by it.

“Do it!” his unofficial Master reinforced and Kiba rolled over onto his stomach.

He heard Naruto giggling like an idiot and he wanted, so badly, for his ‘Master’ to give him an ‘Attack’ command but that was wishful thinking on his part. He rolled over onto his back again and Naruto applauded loudly and offered him acclamation in the form of a ‘good boy!’.

“Now kneel!”

Kiba stifled a groan and wondered how long they were going to keep this up as he dragged his legs up and used his powerful thigh muscles to lift his upper body.

“Speak!”

‘He’s not fucking serious?’ The Inuzuka thought with a twitch of an eye.

“Hmm…that’s more of a growl than a bark…don’t you think so, Itachi?” Naruto snickered when he heard the deep rumbling within Kiba’s chest and he turned to the taller boy beside him. He agreed with him and ordered Kiba to speak again and he did, but his voice was so low that it was lost on the wind.

“Louder,” Itachi commanded and Kiba barked at the top of his lungs and Akamaru, who had followed the crab a few meters away, wondered if his Master was being rude again.

“Good boy,” Naruto cooed and leaned forward so he could ruffle the messy patch of brown hair at the top of his head. “Now, kiss me!”

Kiba balked at that command and stared at the tanned boy in front of him, grinning from ear to ear and pointing at one tattooed cheek. He fought back the anxiety that lurched in his stomach after convincing himself it was caused by disgust and not excitement at having to kiss the gorgeous boy before him and he puckered his lips and rested them lightly upon the intended spot.

“Eh? That’s not quite right,” the golden Adonis said. “That’s not how dogs kiss. You’re supposed to lick me.”

Kiba’s cheeks tingled and he was fortunate that his slightly tanned skin hid the faint blush that developed but it got worse when he slipped his tongue between his lips and his tastebuds gathered the salty flavor of Naruto’s skin.

“Tee hee! Good boy,” he gushed and patted his head again. “Don’t forget your Master too,” he added and indicated to the dark man behind him who had been immensely enjoying the show but when Kiba moved to rise to his feet Naruto shook his head and pushed him back to the ground. “Kiss his feet instead.”

What was more humiliating? Having to lick the sandy feet of a man who was forcing you to be his pet or actually liking the idea of having to lick the sandy feet of a man who was forcing you to be his pet?

Kiba wasn’t sure what the correct answer to that was but it had the latter because his cheeks flared hotter and his pants grew a little tighter as he crawled across the sand on his knees and bent over to lap at the cold, smooth feet in front of him to leave thin, wet marks upon white skin as he traced his tongue across faint, blue veins.

He could feel that opal-eyed gaze upon the top of his head, so intensely sinister that it made him shiver from head to toe.

Naruto crawled behind Kiba and watched his body move as he applied long, fervent strokes of his tongue against Itachi’s feet and he smirked, knowing that the Inuzuka was beginning to enjoy this as much as they were. The youngest teen hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the leather pants and felt Kiba stiffen and his adorations upon his Master came to a halt.

“Don’t stop, puppy,” Itachi commanded and Kiba’s breath hitched twice as Naruto began to slowly pull the micro shorts over his reddened behind and flushed thighs and his cheeks soon shared the same color when the cool air caressed his hot, semi-hard member.

“I think puppy likes his Master,” Naruto teased when he saw it after completely removing the pants and enjoying watching Kiba’s ass wiggle as he helped him out of them. He reached a tanned hand between the other boy’s slightly parted legs and when his fingers curled around the soft testicles dangling between them, Kiba hissed loudly and dropped his forehead against Itachi’s feet, too weak from the delightful shivers coursing through his body to keep his torso upright.

“He’s pretty hung,” Naruto mused out loud as he hefted the heavy sac as if to determine its weight.

Kiba’s toes curled and his teeth clamped together at the slight pain caused by Naruto juggling his balls and if he wasn’t so weak he would have reared back one leg to kick him in his face.

Long, tanned fingers ghosted over the underside of his hardening cock and Kiba winced at the laight touch that was much too faint to bring him pleasure but when they reached its tip and smeared the tiny pearl of precum over its shiny head, Kiba howled with lust.

“Ya like that, don’tcha, boy?” the blonde grinned and began to slowly stroke the turgid length with his hand while caressing the backs of his thighs, his ass and his lower back with the other.

“You’re…an ass,…Uzumaki,” Kiba panted between breaths.

His grip on that stiff rod tightened and his fingers explored him from base to tip, teasing his balls and spreading the precum along his heated flesh. Kiba rocked his body in rhythm to Naruto’s slow strokes and he mopped Itachi’s feet with his hair when he moved his head from side to side, lost in the pleasure of Naruto fondling his dick.

He picked up the pace, after he was sure the Inuzuka had suffered enough and Kiba actually mewled as he parted his legs and bucked wildly against that large palm. Naruto wrapped an arm around his chest and pulled him upright so he could lean against him and meet Itachi’s smoky eyes with his glazed pair.

“You’re a good boy, Kiba,” Naruto said softly against his ear, making sure his moist lips made contact with the sensitive skin. “Look how much you’ve pleased your Master.”

He found it hard to tear his half-lidded gaze away from the boy that was already ravishing him without laying a hand on him yet and as he brought his eyes over that gloriously naked chest and rippled abdomen, Kiba had to lick suddenly dry lips but when they landed on bulge within the confines of his beach shorts something inside Kiba’s stomach fluttered and his cock jerked within Natruto’s hand.

“Ohhh…fuuuuck,” he whimpered softly, his chest heaving and his hips grinding uncontrollably in Naruto’s lap.

“Yeah?” the blonde breathed into his ear, washing the soft lobe with his warm breath.

“Yeah!” he gasped loudly in reply and Naruto pumped him harder, faster and affixed his sharp, white teeth to Kiba’s ear while playing with his nipples with the fingers on his free hand.

“Na- aaaah- ruto, don’t…fucking…STOP!” he screamed and he arched his back, lifting his hips into the air as he shot his seed high.

“Holy shit!” Naruto stared, dumbfounded as he watched that long stream of cum fly and land on Itachi’s leg. The other boy raised a surprised eyebrow and Naruto couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Daaang! Kiba,” he exclaimed and lifted his hand to his lips so he could lap up the cum that stained his fingers. “I’d never imagine you were a squirter. You got off like a fire-hose.”

“F-Fuck…you,” the other boy panted after collapsing against Naruto’s broad chest and struggling to catch his breath.

“Heh, you should have seen the look on your face Itachi,” he goaded at the boy who was slowly removing his pants before getting to his knees before the other two. He completely ignored Naruto’s gibe and reached out to take his puppy from the blonde’s arms.

“Puppy made a mess,” he said and turned Kiba around so he was backing him. “Now I have to punish you with my rod.”

Naruto’s eyebrow twitched and Kiba blushed even as a large drop of sweat rolled along the side of his head. “Itachi do you always have to talk like that?” the blonde muttered as he watched Itachi lick two fingers to prepare Kiba before gripping him firmly by the hips and guide his enormous erection towards his stretched entrance.

“Sit!” he commanded and Kiba allowed him to drag him onto his turgid length while he forced himself to take it in.

‘Oh God! It’s so big,’ Kiba thought in a panic and he held in his thick groans behind clenched teeth and threw his head back against the taller boy’s shoulder. His legs became unsteady and shook as Itachi burrowed deeper but they soon gave out and he fell the remaining three inches, causing a guttural scream to escape his throat.

Itachi released the hold he had around the boy’s waist and hooked his arms beneath Kiba’s knees, lifting them and spreading them far apart while using his lower body strength to rock his hips upward.

“You’re slack,” the other boy pointed out in observation at the way his walls stretched to accommodate him easily.

“Really?” Naruto asked in surprise. “You mean, you’ve done this before Kiba?” and when the Inuzuka nodded, Naruto’s eyes grew wide as saucers. “Hey, hey, so who did you do it with?” the nosy boy inquired.

Kiba blushed again as the face of that boy appeared in his mind’s eye and he moaned loudly when, for one second, he imagined it was him fucking him right now. “Sh…Sh…”

Naruto edged closer to get the name of Kiba’s mystery lover but the boy snapped his head down and yelled, “Shut up! It’s none of your business,” before Itachi rammed his cock against his prostate causing him to cry out and fall back against his chest and Naruto plopped against the sand and crossed his arms in front of him and pouted almost childishly.

“Hn,” Itachi smiled faintly when Kiba rested against him again and his lips gently touched the white column of his neck to whisper his lover’s name against the pale skin. The wicked Uchiha boy reached out to grip Kiba’s member with one hand and stroke it slowly while he slightly increased the tempo of his thrusts.

“That’s it,” he whispered softly so Naruto couldn’t hear and he kept his eyes on the sulking boy as his hands prepared to execute the other part of his wicked plan. “Imagine I’m him…the one you want…the one your gaping hole aches for.”

Kiba couldn’t stand it. That deep, voice encouraging his fantasies and that face, his face before him in his mind; and that hot cock, searing so deep inside him while those deft fingers brought him closer and closer to ecstasy.

“D-don’t stop,” he panted, his chest heaving and his hips bucking between that penis and that hand. “Don’t…stop.”

Kiba screamed his second release just after Itachi reached his, filling his ravenous hole with thick cum and a second scream joined his when the naughty Uchiha aimed Kiba’s cock at the blonde’s head.

“Itachi you jerk,” Naruto sputtered and wiped at the sticky mess in his hair and on his face. “I hate you!”

The dark-haired boy chuckled and lifted Kiba gently off of him and he shuddered slightly when his juices slipped out of the boy and fell on his lap. He removed the tail that bound his wrists and let Kiba slump to the ground while he dressed and purposely ignored Naruto’s rant as he made his way to the water to wash his head in the sea while swearing that one day, he would get even.

Itachi sat, facing the horizon and watched, in amusement, as Naruto nearly drowned himself trying to wash the jizz from his hair while Kiba rested behind him. Akamaru bounded towards his Master, after losing sight of the crab and was not the least bit perturbed by the boy’s naked appearance. He’d seen his Master naked thousands of times so he didn’t think it suspicious, until he smelled the familiar scent of human sex clinging to his skin and he sat, brazenly, in front of his Master’s face while grinning knowingly from ear to ear.

Akamaru spoke to him in a few high-pitched barks and Kiba chuckled wryly then lifted a lethargic hand to pet his puppy on the head.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted with a contented smile on his tired face. “Having a Master’s not so bad.”

***

“Those kids are pretty destructive,” the young accomplice tsked in reference to the tail that had been savagely ripped off of the pants by one Uchiha Itachi.

“Boys will be boys,” the sinister man chuckled happily.

“Well, I sincerely hope they don’t go tearing up the island next.”

“Ku ku ku…don’t worry, I made sure to prepare plenty of ‘activities’ to keep energetic boys like them occupied.”

“Oh yeah…the ‘boxes’,” the youth said with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t know why you’re wasting such fabulous items on them when I could put them to better use,” he purred seductively and wrapped a lock of the other man’s hair around one lean finger.

“I know, I know,” he truthfully admitted with a nod of his head, unconsciously freeing his hair from the other boy’s grasp before standing and walking away from the console. “Come, let’s go.”

The young boy squealed in excitement but when he walked past the bed and headed towards the door his face drooped. “Where are we going?” he asked with a pout, while dejectedly eyeing the bed.

“Nothing interesting is happening now so I’m going to perform the next resurrection jutsu before the fun starts again,” he replied over his shoulder before leading his disappointed partner out of the room and just as the door closed the figure of a costumed Gaara appeared in the screen where Lee was resting in the lounge chair Kakashi and Iruka left him in.