Body Over Mind

Goddammit, why did "Naruto" category split up into type??? That's going to mess up ones with a mixture of the different subcategories, won't it? ANYWAY...

Title: Body Over Mind

Pairings: Kisame/Itachi and later Itachi/Sasuke

Warnings: M/M, lemon, N/C, S/M, BDSM, tort, hum, anal etc. ^____^ Nothing makes me feel more accomplished than listing warnings!

Disclaimer: Even after tying him up, violating, beating, and humiliating him, Kishimoto Masashi still refuses to give me Sasuke, Itachi, Kisame, Naruto, or even Rock Lee's hair.

Author's Note: Thanks so much to Dead Uchiha for commenting on this, and especially for reminding me that this will be much better if I keep Itachi in-character... which I'm trying to do, honest! Now that I've posted something, I feel like I have the right to go and punch Dead Uchiha for not posting anything. Keep your eye on her page for story updates to "If it Went This Way!"

Now I pulled this out of my fanny several months ago, and have been sitting on it since, and I still feel like it isn't as good as it could be. Definitely some parts that could be better, especially some of the dialogue. Suggestions welcomed, Flames basked in, really I'll take any attention at all! ~~~~~~love me~~~~~~~


Body Over Mind

Night illuminated the dim cusp of trees Itachi and Kisame had chosen to sleep. Or rather, Itachi had chosen it, not trusting Kisame's simple mind to choose a strategically safe place. He stared at the misty stars to distract himself from the ugly brute shedding his clothes. They had gotten into one of their usual arguments earlier that day, mainly consisting of Itachi using logic, insults, and shrouded threats to try to convince Kisame to eat like a civilized being in a public restaurant and Kisame stubbornly gouging ramen into his mouth with his claws as savagely as he could.

The unpleasant image had been irritating Itachi all day.

They were sleeping in shifts tonight, taking the cautious route in this dangerous area. Itachi would have liked to take the first watch so he could study the stars, but Kisame had the animal quality of waking at the first crack of dawn, so insisted on taking watch during the early morning hours when he couldn't sleep.

Itachi avoided looking at the brute as he prepared his sleeping mat. He folded his Akatsuki cloak neatly and couldn't help glancing at Kisame in disdain when the brute tossed his cloak on the ground in a crumpled heap. He sighed and made it a point to say, "Oyasumi, Kisame," like a civilized person when he lay down to sleep.

The monster grunted in reply and settled with his sword against a tree to keep watch. Itachi's closed eyes didn't see Kisame's beady ones staring at his fragile frame.

Huge hands grabbed Itachi's shoulders and spun him onto his stomach. A startled shout leapt from his mouth.

He had never put trust in Kisame, but nonetheless was caught completely by surprise when he found himself crushed into the ground with the his companion's full weight on top of his back and legs.

Itachi immediately tried to spring out of the big monster's grasp and found himself to be too powerfully pinned. A broad chest replaced the hands' place pinning his shoulders; Kisame's hands clenched around his relatively thin, slender, and above all fragile wrists. Itachi could feel his wristbones straining under the monster's crushing grip. With his face pressed into the dirt, Itachi couldn't catch Kisame's eyes to deliver a deadly jutsu with his sharingan.

"Kisame..." he hissed threateningly.

The monster laughed. "I'm sorry, Itachi. Am I being too rude?" He ground his hips into Itachi's ass.

Itachi tried to throw him, tried with all his strength and skill but it wasn't enough. He heard Kisame's mammoth sword chewing and realized it was consuming his chakra. He cursed and tried again to free himself with the same useless technique.

Hot, dry breath whispered into his ear: "Next time, think before you decide who's better."

The words were followed by a chill and then teeth ripping into his ear, tearing it halfway off.

"You keep calling me a brute and unrefined like it's a flaw," growled Kisame, transferring both wrists to one hand that easily engulfed them both, leaving his other hand free to punch and tear.

"You think it means something to be 'cultured,'" he continued as he scratched claws through fabric and skin. "Being able to read a book or eat fine cuisine with chopsticks is a useless skill. In the moment of life-and-death battle, all that matters is brute strength. Strategy and grace have no place when a fist is flying at your head." He lifted a leg and drove it back hard into Itachi's thigh. Itachi almost threw him with a skillful twist, but again, he just didn't have the strength and leverage.

"Without your jutsus and your precious eyes, where will all your eloquent little skills get you?" Each hand took one of Itachi's wrists and gave a sharp twist and grinding squeeze. Itachi grunted out a tight scream, and Kisame released his broken wrists. His now unrestrained arms were ineffective in fighting free while Kisame occupied his own hands with tying a hunk of fabric around the Uchiha's eyes. Before Itachi had a chance to control his hands enough to form a jutsu, the monster's huge paw had engulfed them again.

"So much pride for such a little dog..."

The only things Itachi could think of to say in his defense were all the things Kisame had already heard, chewed up and spit back out.

"Kisame... I'll kill you..." he threatened chillingly. His voice cut off into a sob as Kisame squeezed.

"Go ahead." Itachi only struggled and Kisame laughed.

Kisame tore the material of Itachi's mesh shirt away from his back and released his wrists once again, to scratch the bloody scraps off his arms. Itachi tried to strike Kisame and wound up with his arms twisted behind his back and tied together. Clawed feet began tearing up his pants and legs. Meanwhile, the sword continued to gobble his chakra at an alarming rate.

Itachi realized at some point during his attempts to fight Kisame off that he was doing nothing but struggling helplessly under a larger creature that had complete control over him.

Kisame could snap his neck, tear off his arms, or do any of a dozen other deadly things to him in an instant. All that was keeping him alive was Kisame's whim.

The brute's teeth sank into his shoulder an inch from his jugular and he screamed.

Kisame shook his shoulder until his forehead dropped to the dirt and said, "Doesn't your mental control give you any tolerance to pain?" He dove at Itachi's shoulder again, this time biting at the tendons near his arm.

Itachi choked back his voice and bore down. He wasn't used to being injured. His strength had come to him easily and early, and had never had to suffer much in training or fighting off the weaker fools who challenged him. He could envision pain so clearly when it came to inflicting it on others... but now...

Itachi was wrenched out of his revierie by a scream that seemed to burst from his own throat. The powerful fist slammed into his ribs again, cracking.

"You are so weak," growled Kisame. "Being a genius doesn't make you strong. Being strong because you are gifted means you are weak." He struck the side of Itachi's head and ripped his toeclaws deep into his calf.

"I haven't always been stronger than everyone. I had to suffer and work for it! My strength was born out of pain." He gripped Itachi's upper arms and thrust his hips more forcefully against his ass. "Raised and praised and placed immediately on the easy path to get strong like everyone was ready to cheer you for doing... You know what encouragement I got??"

Itachi wasn't coherent enough to give Kisame and answer or even wonder if he wanted one. A hand twisted in his hair and a rough voice rasped into his ear, "All my life I was beaten and tortured for being a monster. By the children, by their parents, not by my parents of course, they abandoned me when I ripped myself out of my mother's belly!

"I had to be strong to survive. And I became good at it. What the hell are you trying to do?" Kisame shoved Itachi's head into the ground in disgust, then began to move lower on his body. His hands pressed down on Itachi's ribcage and his hot breath dried the sweat on his lower back.

Tattered scraps of cloth clung to Itachi's lower legs; his thighs and ass were completely exposed to Kisame's violating face. "You always want everyone to kiss your ass, Itachi..." he bit hard. "How does it feel?"

A thick tongue invaded him, thrusting wetly in and out. Itachi struggled against the feeling and acheived only a tightening of Kisame's hands around his cracked ribs.

Itachi's ass was not thoroughly wet, but Kisame shoved himself in anyway. With no stretching and little lubrication, the huge shaft tore Itachi's ring immediately. Itachi screamed and tried futilely to hold back the subsequent whimpers and cries. His eyes were bulging so wide that the blindfold was drying them off. Red sharingan hurting and crinkling into the black, useless as the rest of his body.

Kisame's thrusts burned like a spiked rod jamming up and down his spine. "You know what the kids did to me when they could get enough of themselves together to fight me and tie me down?"

He wrapped an arm around Itachi's shoulders to force him up against his chest. "Do you have any idea how much I can endure, and still keep fighting until everyone is dead and I am alive?"

Itachi could barely keep his breath strangling in and out between his broken ribs. Staring blindly into darkness, his world was nothing but pain and Kisame's voice.

"You're dead, Itachi!" shouted Kisame, his voice distorted as he approached climax. "I could have killed you a hundred times over and it is only- because- I- choose- that- you're- still- alive."

He grunted his orgasm into Itachi's ass and then stayed inside him for several minutes, motionlessly watching the little human pant and shiver in his arms.

"Where's your refinement now?" whispered Kisame. His arms were holding Itachi's shaking body up on his knees. He let go and Itachi did nothing to try to hold himself up. Kisame looked in amusement at his body crumpled in a heap on the ground. "What if I just walk away and leave you here? Will your brain even be able to keep yourself from dying?"

Dirt panted in and out with Itachi's breath.

Kisame yanked Itachi's arms to his mouth, bit through the bindings and allowed him to fall back on his broken ribs. He rolled him over and Itachi's freed arms spread uselessly at the sides of his body. He couldn't bring himself to move, every shudder seemed to exacerbate the pain. The cool air slapped his wounds.

Though Itachi was finally allowed to slump untouched on the ground, the worst of it wasn't over. The worst of it was when Kisame gently lifted his shocked, trembling body and started treating his injuries. "We can't have you dying, now can we? How on earth could I explain to them what happened to the great Uchiha Itachi?" he asked coldly.

Itachi wanted to die rather than let Kisame treat his wounds-- he didn't think he'd be able to treat them himself-- but he didn't want to die this way. Not raped and broken by some lowbrow brute. He also didn't want to be saved by that lowbrow brute. He gritted his teeth at the tongue licking his shoulder.

After slowly lapping up the blood from the various parts of Itachi's body, Kisame surprised him by actually using the medical kit like a civilized... monster. He sterilized the wounds with Iodine and cotton swabs. He knew the proper way for bandaging Itachi's cracked ribs and splinting his broken wrists.

The other surprising, and disgusting, thing was how gently and gingerly he handled Itachi's unresisting body. And the way Itachi couldn't bring himself to struggle and protest. He had discovered too suddenly and violently how terrified of pain he was.

He finally registered that his body wasn't being moved and manipulated anymore. He was slumped limply in Kisame's lap, ribs tingling with the strong heart beat pulsing through Kisame's chest. He got the impression that Kisame was admiring his work.

He felt clawed fingers pressing into the cloth over his eyes and froze. All that would go through his mind was the way Kisame had ripped his flesh along with whatever cloth he clawed off his body.

"Itachi," sighed Kisame as he lazily ran claws over his eyelids, "If you try to use one of your techniques on me, I'll gouge out your eyes." He jerked Itachi and hissed, "And don't think for a second I won't be able to endure anything you try on me."

He slid the blindfold down around Itachi's neck, then laid him down on the sleeping mat. After elevating his feet and covering him with a blanket, Kisame allowed his smirking eyes to look directly into Itachi's for a split second.

"Oyasumi, Itachi," he sneered, and leaned back against the tree to watch.


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This is going to be maybe two or three chapters longer. I'm going to try to do that "development-without-hardcore-sex" method in fleshing out their relationship, which should make it that much more sick and disturbing. Any advice is welcome, since I don't read much Dominating fic and this is my first try writing it!

Now to go poke Dead Uchiha with a stick...

**edit a few days later**

Whee! I really wanted this to be more than just a solid-violence-pain-and-rape-fic, but that was mostly all the parts I had written down. But I let Itachi do something very in-character and I am very plased where it brought me, which was to more solid-violence-pain-and-rape, but also some twisted dialogue and delving into Itachi's psyche and his past with Sasuke. In some ways I feel like showing Itachi's thoughts and feelings in this kind of depth takes away from this story, but it does it in a way that makes it less like all the other claustrophobic fics I've written and more like the sort of thing I'd like to expand my skills to write. Which is something sick and twisted but able to do it with "nice" things that get perverted in a horrible way, rather than flat-out flesh-pounding violence.

Suggestions still completely and utterly welcome! Free puppy for the first ten!

*waves buh-bye for now*

Expect another two chappies up relatively soon! Please make sure to review, it gets me over those humps were stuff's almost done and I never bother getting around to finishing it! ^_____^

Oh Sasuke... Itachi's going to be so fucked up by the time he gets to you........