Torture Comes in Many Forms

Chapter 8: A Time of Firsts

Sai pulled off his jacket and used the sleeve to stop his nosebleed. The sight of Ibiki ripping off his shirt had his cock fully hard and his nose gushing blood. His jacket was already a bloody mess, so a little more wouldn’t matter. He stripped off his clothes and dumped them in the wall slot that ran down to the ANBU laundry room. Looking at the bed, he pulled off the cover and dumped that down the laundry chute as well. The door to the bathroom was locked, but it wasn’t a high security lock, so for a ninja it was no obstacle. Locking the door like that was just a symbolic way to indicate you didn’t want to be disturbed.

Sai didn’t hesitate at the door, but immediately went to work on the lock. Ibiki was in pain on the other side of the door, and Sai had seen too much pain today. He wanted, no, he needed to try to take that pain away—and he hoped that Ibiki would take some of his own pain away too. The door opened, showing Sai Ibiki hugging the far wall of the shower still half clothed. He hadn’t bothered to take his pants off or to pull the shower curtain across behind him. The water hit his mutilated back and head—there were puckered scars on top of scars, pitted holes, and permanent discolorations from burns. Sai stepped under the warm spray and pressed his body against Ibiki’s. As Ibiki clung to the tiles, Sai clung to Ibiki, his arms hugging his body tight, his head down, face pressed into the bumpy, rough skin of Ibiki’s back.

When Ibiki at last turned around to lean his back against the tiles, Sai didn’t let go, didn’t look up. But when Ibiki’s arms wrapped around him, Sai hugged Ibiki tighter and turned his head so his cheek pressed against that scarred rough chest on which no hair would ever grow again. Sai’s erection was trapped between their bodies. It was a bit humiliating to be aroused while Ibiki so clearly was not, to have forced himself on Ibiki when he wanted to be alone, but the feeling of Ibiki’s arms around him was worth it. When Ibiki gently peeled Sai off him and stepped out of the shower, it was Sai’s turn to lean into the cold tile wall. His erection was gone, and the pain that was swamping Sai felt unendurable. The sobs just welled up in him. Sobs, not tears—Sai had never cried like this before. The water was warm on his body, but Sai was shivering, his arms wrapped around himself. He couldn’t stand and just slid down to the floor of the shower.

The water abruptly shut off, and Sai felt Ibiki begin to dry his back with a towel. Sai uncurled his body and threw his arms around Ibiki’s neck and clung. Ibiki covered Sai’s back with the towel, and his arms slide around Sai and held him close. One arm stroked up and down Sai’s back over the towel. Ibiki whispered no comforting words, but he held Sai like a parent or a friend. Sai’s sobs had stopped when he had put his arms around Ibiki, and he let the feeling of being held put him in a state of peace. This felt good. He hadn’t been held like this since his brother had died—and only rarely before then. When the last mission had been very bad or when the night was cold, sometimes they had clung to each other and slept holding each other. But that younger Sai hadn’t quite known the full depths of loneliness—yes, he’d experienced loneliness before he’d grown close to his brother, but it had been nothing like that he’d experienced after his brother’s death. Now, older and wiser, Sai knew how tenuous, how ephemeral, lives and bonds were.

“We’ll both sleep better if we sleep like this,” said Sai at last, having figured out in his mind the most neutral and least embarrassing way he could ask for a little of what he wanted.

“Wet on the floor of the shower?” asked Ibiki in tone that like Sai’s was carefully neutral.

“Well, if you would take your pants off, we could both get clean and dry,” said Sai trying to avoid having to clarify exactly how he wanted to spend the night.

“Well, that’s what I was getting out of the shower to do before you seemed to require a little assistance,” replied Ibiki, please at how he had both explained he wasn’t abandoning Sai and underplaying Sai’s emotional breakdown.

“Well, I’m sorry to have delayed you,” said Sai abruptly pulling out of Ibiki’s arms and standing up. Ibiki just stayed on the floor watching Sai. The black-haired ninja reached over Ibiki and hung up the towel. He pushed Ibiki out of the shower and jerked the shower curtain shut and turned the water back on.

Ibiki sat on the floor where Sai had pushed him for a few minutes breathing deeply, trying to decide what to do. Sai poked his head out of the shower and asked, “Do you need assistance or are you going to get that sexy body of yours in here?” in that bland, taunting voice of his.

`Sexy body? What the fuck?’ thought Ibiki.

“Are your eyes fucked up?” asked Ibiki angrily, not sure exactly what Sai meant.

“Are your ears fucked up? Is your brain fucked up?” said Sai pulling open the shower curtain and staring down at Ibiki. But Ibiki’s eyes had fixed on what was at eye level of Sai’s body—that cock he hadn’t seen since the first day Sai showed up at his old apartment—that long, fully aroused cock of skin so white that the veins of blue seemed startlingly dark as they twisted up the sides to the pinker tip. Then the vision was gone, and Ibiki was just staring at a white shower curtain. “Fuck,” he heard Sai say, “Everything’s fucked up but what I want fucked. I’m going to have to take Kiba or Genma up on their offers.”

It was at this point that Ibiki broke—he’d wanted to have sex with someone he desired for a long time—he just hadn’t desired anybody. He’d wanted to have sex with Sai since he first saw him at his door. He was good at resisting things, but why was he resisting? Sai wanted him. He wanted Sai. Sai with Kiba? Sai with Genma? Those two whores fucked anything—male or female, and in the case of Kiba, animals as well. Ibiki pulled off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower to claim what was his.

Ibiki hadn’t planned ahead what he’d do once he got in the shower, but it didn’t matter since Sai jumped him. Sai’s tongue was in his mouth, his arms around his neck, his legs wrapping around his waist and crossing behind him, his cock and balls pressed against Ibiki’s own erection. Ibiki hadn’t kissed anyone for a long time, but none of the people he’d kissed in his life had shoved their tongue in his mouth like Sai—although some of his torturers had. His hand came up, and he jerked Sai’s head back harshly—too harshly, he decided when Sai moaned. He let go of Sai’s hair and moved his head to Sai’s ear.

“I haven’t had anyone’s tongue in my mouth since when I was being tortured,” said Ibiki into Sai’s ear—“Don’t do that.”

“I’ve never had anyone’s tongue in my mouth,” said Sai turning his head to put his lips near Ibiki’s, “Do that.”

Ibiki licked his lips—he needed to feel more in charge, to be more careful—he’d already had Sai sobbing and had pulled the young ninja’s head back painfully. He was supposed to be giving his virgin good experiences, good memories.

“Sai—I want to make this good for you,” said Ibiki, trying to ignore the fact that Sai’s cock was rubbing against his own, “I don’t want to do this in a shower standing up worrying about the hot water running out without any—oh, fuck, can we just get clean and dry first?”

“No,” said Sai, “because you’ll just come up with some other dumbass reason for delay. If you do what I say, it will be good for me. We’re not leaving this shower until we both cum. Now, shut up and put your tongue in my mouth.” Sai’s arms tightened around Ibiki’s neck, and he moved his mouth in close to Ibiki’s with his lips parted just a little.

Ibiki spun around and pressed Sai’s back again the far wall of the shower, his hands reaching for Sai’s ass and clenching it as leaned into Sai and thrust his tongue into that rounded pink mouth that he had been thinking about way too much lately. Sai’s mouth tightened around Ibiki’s tongue, sucking on it, surrounding it. With his back against the wall, Sai could move his arms and hands. One slid to the back of Ibiki’s head as if Sai could push Ibiki deeper inside that warm wetness of between his lips. Sai’s other hand ran over Ibiki’s back and bicep.

The feel of Sai’s hands on his head, his neck, his arms, his back—Ibiki needed to see Sai’s body, needed to be able to lick and let his eyes linger on each part. Gripping Sai tightly, Ibiki just walked out of the shower, leaving it running, ignoring the way the shower curtain stuck to Sai’s back and pulled out of a few hooks before dropping behind them. Still kissing Sai, he stood at the foot of the bed and lowered their bodies to the sheets, then scooted them up farther on the mattress. They dripped on the bed, completely wet, but neither cared. When Ibiki had Sai below him on the bed, he broke the kiss to just stare at Sai’s mouth and the reddened skin around it. Then his mouth moved lower, licking and sucking on Sai’s nipple.

Sai didn’t moan like Ibiki wanted, but his breathing quickened, and Ibiki could feel that wet, white body quivering beneath him. Ibiki moved his head down to Sai’s erection, that long thin column of white, blue, and pink. It seemed to Sai that for one minute he saw the scarred head of his lover hovering just above his throbbing length, and then a second later Ibiki swallowed him whole, the sensitive tip of his cock deep in the older nin’s throat. Sai cried out and his body arched, pushing his penis just that last little bit into Ibiki. It seemed to the dark-haired nin like every nerve on his body was firing out the chemical sequence for pleasure. He fell back on the now damp bed with a loud moan. Ibiki’s hands slid up to Sai’s nipples and pinched them hard as he held his head down on Sai’s cock. Then, just as Sai was starting to feel like he might begin to sob again from how good it felt, Ibiki began to move his head up and down.

The sound that burst out of Sai was half moan, half scream, and shockingly loud. The virgin was close to cumming, overwhelmed by erotic sensations. And then Ibiki twisted Sai’s nipples roughly while lightly scrapping Sai’s cock with his teeth.

“Aaahhh,” cried out Sai, tossing his head back and forth on the bed, almost thrashing, his hands clenching the sheets so his knuckles whitened. Ibiki’s hands released Sai’s throbbing nipples and moved down to push his legs farther apart. As Sai moaned and twitched, Ibiki’s mouth moved up and down on Sai’s length, pushing him closer to a climax. When one of Ibiki’s hands moved to Sai’s balls and rubbed over the puckered hole of Sai’s anus, Sai began to cum, bucking up and releasing himself deep into Ibiki’s throat. “Aaaahh! Ahhh! Ibiki,” cried out Sai. He was shooting out more sperm than usual, and that intense shuddering feeling as the cum burst out of his slit seemed to go on and on. There was too much sperm, surely Ibiki would choke. But the expert swallowed it and even tightened his mouth around him, sucking, intensifying Sai’s pleasure.

When Sai could raise his head, he did. His eyes were half shut, his mouth open and panting, his nipples red and erect. He looked down to see Ibiki with his fingers in his own mouth. He withdrew them out slowly, and Sai could see they were covered with salvia and cum. He held them to his nose, drinking in the scent of Sai’s sperm. The sight was so erotic, Sai moaned again even as he lay there, completely drained from his orgasm. Those fingers slid back into Ibiki’s mouth and came out again, this time so wet that as he lowered them to Sai’s ass, a thin thread of salvia hung down from Ibiki’s mouth.

With another moan, Sai’s head fell back and he shut his eyes. It was clear to him now that the head of I.A.T. was just getting started.