Retrieval

Retrieval ch.1

“We have a new prisoner, taken from your old village.”

The Sound shinobi remained silent as his master continued. “He was found traveling too close to our borders. I expect you to take care of him once Kabuto’s done.” Orochimaru smiled with glee as he saw a glint in the one exposed eye of his most vicious minion. “I understand you might be upset that you did not receive first rights to this prisoner, but you were… busy at the time. Kabuto has taken over the breaking of him, but does not seem to be as efficient at it as you.” Slim fingers ran across a darkly masked cheek. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen a prisoner show this much defiance and I look forward to seeing your work on him. It’s been too long since I’ve heard you make a man scream for mercy.”

The Sound shinobi closed his one eye and nodded. His master’s words were sometimes hard to interpret, but the glint in those slit-pupiled eyes was unmistakable. Orochimaru knew that Kabuto was not the man to break a strong willed ninja. That was Ryouken’s job, and it would now be harder to take over from the young surgeon’s efforts. The tall Sound shinobi would now be forced to take that last step he rarely required, but enjoyed so much. He nodded, “He’ll scream loudly, just make sure you don’t watch.”

The leader of Sound Village was almost giggling in anticipation. It had been a pleasure to watch Kabuto cut into the man, scar him and burn him. The muffled groans and screams from around the gag had sent shivers down his torso. It was always Ryouken’s work, though, that left the powerful sannin trembling with unfulfilled lust, but this time Kabuto would be with him as punishment for his failure with the new prisoner.

It was only after a small meal and a bath that Ryouken stepped into his holding room already arrayed with the tools of his trade. Weapons were carefully arranged on the wall in circular patterns, very eye catching for those who needed to be distracted. Long lengths of rope that were innocuously laid about in various corners seemed more like unusual furniture when draped over with clean cloths. And of course there were the chains, several sets were attached to the walls and ceiling, with long lengths of the heavy steel just lying around in sickly exposed coils on the floor. Only one of these sets was occupied.

He took his time observing the prisoner before speaking. The male ninja was young, but definitely passed his twentieth year. The man was kneeling; naked and ready, his ankles attached to bolts in the floor causing his legs to be spread wide in an uncomfortable position. His arms were attached to one of the long ceiling chains, shackled at the wrists with rusty cuffs then wrapped with the heavy links and stretched above his head of dark hair.

A quick glance over the well muscled body found numerous old scars which were now crisscrossed with new ones from Kabuto. A familiar series of thin lines drawn painstakingly close together in the skin of his stomach was still sluggishly bleeding, Ryouken recognized the thin yellow paste around the area, a non-coagulant preferred for poisoned wounds. Kabuto had used it to keep the area active instead of allowing it to scab. He decided to speak to the young man about stealing his techniques after he was done with this prisoner.

Ryouken knew his prisoner was aware of him, a slight telltale stiffening of his muscles as the captor had entered the room and now after a few minutes of quiet observation there came a telltale shiver that caused the chains to sing out about his consciousness. The head remained down, a smart move to avoid anticipation, but Ryouken knew that was where the fun was. For this captured man the anticipation didn’t really need visuals. Any smart ninja knew what the next step in breaking a ninja was after painful torture. All he needed to do was listen to the sound of cloth as Ryouken removed his heavy outer vest revealing soft material in a much washed shade of black. The sound of various items being removed and brought over to a small table that was laboriously and loudly dragged near the chained man was sure to be the reason those occasional muscle jumps. A grin was hidden behind Ryouken’s mask as he wondered what the man would think about the next sound and then the smell. Water was poured into a basin along with a soft dollop of soap. A rag dropped into the steaming bowl with a ‘plop’.

A slow hiss emerged from the man’s mouth as Ryouken ran the wet cloth down a dirty thigh washing away grime and blood. The cloth was rewet and then run down the other thigh without any sounds emerging that time. Ryouken crouched there in front of the man and calmly began wiping the weeping wounds still open on his stomach. He watched the tanned skin tense and bulge as overly sensitive muscles reacted to the pain. “I’ll wash away this cream he put on you, that will allow the cuts to begin healing. All of the others have already scabbed over.”

The rag was run up the ribs and over the chest, around the neck and then dampened again. Ryuouken stood and washed those strong looking arms being careful to dribble just a bit of water on the raw wrists underneath the cuffs. Another dip into the bowl and he went behind the man to wash his back. The scar he found there received both the loving attention of the wash rag and the fingers of the captor. “Such a large mark,” he whispered. “You must have loved someone very much to take this for them. The angle and area gives it away, you know.” What started as a cursory swipe over the buttocks turned into another touch with bare fingers. “It’s unusual to see a man from Konoha with such a full body tan.” Ryouken dropped the rag and ran both hands over and around the smooth body from their starting point at that smooth butt, up the back and around to the front of the chest then down the ribs to splay on the spread thighs. The position had Ryouken’s nose pressed into the man’s neck, his breath playing with the loose hair that just brushed the collarbone. His groin muscles jumped as the man’s scent entered his nostrils, a deep smell but clean like water and almost briney. He gave the warm skin a cloth covered lick.

The prisoner shivered as he continued his slow seduction and pressed his entire body up against him from behind. “You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you?” Ryouken stood and came around to the front. He placed fingers under the man’s chin, amused when he felt no resistance. The face that emerged from behind the curtain of hair was surprising to the Sound shinobi. Older than he originally thought, the man was still youthful with a softer edge to his features. This was truly a handsome specimen of a human, and the idea that the man was from Konoha caused a tremble in the fingers holding his head up. The beauty he saw was offset by a scar running across the prisoner’s nose, a pale line that drew the attention of his free hand to run fingers across it, but Ryouken’s eye was pulled upwards to a more recent scar, a burned in mark given to him by Kabuto.

The eyes remained closed, untouched by the earlier torture. The lids trembled as Ryouken ran his fingers through brown hair pushing it away from the exposed burn and traced a circle around the brand that now marked the ninja’s forehead. “It’s his symbol, did you know? You’re marked as one of us now, permanently. Just that simple note right here and you won’t ever be leaving, will you?” Anger swept across the tanned face causing wrinkles around the mouth as his chapped lips pressed together in an effort to keep from speaking out. Nostrils flared as Ryouken’s face moved close enough to let his breath hit his prisoner’s cheek. “No, you won’t be leaving. You’re far too good looking for us to let you go so easily, but maybe something will happen; something unexpected.”

Ryouken wanted to tremble again as he prepared his next phrase, just a few simple words but ones that made all the prisoners tingle with the idea of possible freedom. Those words actually meant more to him than to the prisoners he tortured, though. The tall shinobi kept himself still while continuing to softly massage the irritated skin around the brand. “This scar, maybe your medics will be able to remove it for you when you get home.” He sucked in a breath as his captive gasped at his words and opened his eyes. Pools of brown, bright and sharp stared into Ryouken’s one exposed eye. The man took another deep breath, his eyes now showing the pain as he gathered himself to speak. That one dark eye widened as the heavy chin was lifted from his hand supported by the prisoner’s own muscles, and then he spoke.

“I’ll keep it,” the words emerged in a husky voice, sore from earlier screams. “As a reminder, for remembrance; I’ll keep that mark on me when I get home.”

Ryouken forced himself to release the breath he was holding in as he watched those eyes search his mostly covered face. As a favor to his new found ally he reached up and removed the mask that covered half of it. The newly exposed mouth smiled at the man. “It’s not something I would want to keep,” he said with a laugh watching those eyes soften at the final words.

“So he can’t hear us,” the man whispered.

Ryouken nodded. “He won’t hear us until I release the sound barrier. This room is normally warded into silence. I’m allowed this seclusion to live and work in unless there’s a special request. What’s your name?”

“Umino,” his captive answered quickly and without fear. “Umino Iruka. The other half of your retrieval team is still out there waiting for us. He’s probably getting a bit anxious by now.”

“Well, Iruka, you know what we have to do to get out of here, don’t you?”

The chained man grunted and then somehow smiled. “They had to use the strongest sound barrier around me when testing my screams before we were sent to you. Tsunade-sama wanted to make sure they would be realistic.”

Ryouken grabbed a handful of that dark hair and pulled eliciting a small gasp from Iruka. “Sometimes deceit is best hidden in reality.” He bent down and ran his tongue over the thin scar on the tanned ninja’s face, his wet kiss running from cheek to cheek. The knowledge that this man was an ally was causing his blood to pool in low places. Freedom was so close, easily within reach after touching this beautiful man. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered before kneeling to touch a fingertip to a hardened nipple.

“It’s ok,” Iruka murmured while leaning into the questing fingers. “The jutsu Tsunade-sama used before we left won’t wear off for a few days, and the drugs I took just before I was captured are making sure I’m alright with this.”

Ryouken nodded, appeased that the man was accepting everything that his mission entailed. Slim fingers ran down from their upper torso fun to play lower. Both hands began to massage the already stiffening organ that hung between those nicely splayed thighs. “Kabuto didn’t touch you like this,” he stated aloud as he watched Iruka lean his head back exposing his neck. Immediately his mouth was once more running over that warm skin, smelling the deep and salty scent of the man chained in front of him.

“No,” Iruka admitted. “But that would have been quite the surprise for him, wouldn’t it?” The brunette moaned loudly and painfully as Ryouken bit into the skin underneath his jaw while doing everything he could to lift himself higher on tired legs.

“This is going to be different,” the one eyed shinobi whispered against skin. “I don’t want to listen to you saying no because this body of yours is saying yes in a very nice way.” Ryouken sighed and stilled his hand movements. “It almost takes the fun away knowing that you’re drugged to like this.” He ran one palm around to caress the firm butt. “That you’re drugged to want this.” A curious finger delved between flesh and brushed Iruka’s tightly closed hole. The chained ninja let loose a short, tortured scream staying in character even as he pushed himself backwards slightly to feel more delicious pressure from that questing finger.

“I’m not drugged to like this,” the naked man gasped out in a low voice. “I’m drugged to want it ‘right now’ to help us get out of here as soon as possible. Your earlier reports informed us of Orochimaru’s weakness to these types of scenes. We’re to take advantage of the immediate time after this; you estimated a possible laxness of two hours.”

Ryouken moved back, removing both hands from Iruka’s body. “You agreed to go into this retrieval mission wanting to have sex with me?” The brown eyes blinked at him, the tanned face already flushed and Ryouken watched those dry lips smile and speak.

“I’m doing what I must to bring a fellow Konoha shinobi home where he belongs, it just so happens I get to enjoy myself a bit while staying within mission parameters. They gave me a choice, one several people had already turned down. I read the report and wanted to make sure you came home, this is just a perk and I plan to enjoy it.” Iruka paused and looked seriously at him. “You’re not thinking that I haven’t done this before, are you? I’ve been with men before, it was one of the reasons I was offered the mission. I really have no problem doing this with you regardless of the drugs, especially after seeing what you look like… though I wouldn’t say no to seeing more.”

Ryouken pinched at his shirt and grimaced. He was about to reach down to take it off when he heard the door to his chamber open.

“Ryouken,” the slithery voice of the leader of Sound came from behind him. He stood and turned to see Orochimaru standing with a heavy hand on Kabuto’s shoulder. “We have been patient with you and decided to see what we needed to do to hurry this along.”

The masked ninja made an unseen grimace as he pushed his mask back up before turning to face his master. “I’ve found some very interesting things out already,” he informed them. “He was able to drug himself before arriving here. There were some interesting reactions when I did this.” Ryouken lifted a leg and dug his heel into the prisoner’s crotch making him cry out with a perfect amount of pleasure and pain. He watched as Orochimaru’s eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

“I see then. I’ll expect your normal attention to detail.”

The pair left the room leaving only an oily sense of smugness behind. Ryouken took the few steps over to lock the door and leaned against it. “That should keep them satisfied for a while. The prospect of a drugged prisoner enjoying the pain can sometimes be even better for his libido. He likes dragging other people down to his level.” Before he could forget he ran his hand down the wall near the door interrupting a delicately inked seal. A finger over his covered lips informed his captive that the game had begun as the sound barrier had been dropped.

Iruka stayed quiet as he watched the tall man remove his mask again and finally his shirt while returning to his captor. He focused on not licking his lips while he watched pale skin shift over lean muscles. He knew the drugs were assisting him with liking what he was seeing, but a small voice in the back of his mind kept reminding him that he would have liked this man even without additional help. That small voice became cruder and cruder as the tall man stopped in front of him and leered down. “This is going to be fun,” he told his captive as he slipped two fingers between Iruka’s teeth obviously done with his earlier hesitation.

The prisoner could do nothing but start sucking on the digits while watching the free hand of his captor begin stroking the hardening length positioned right in front of his face. Slowly he was able to watch that hand move to the closure of the pants, opening the button and pulling down the zipper. He nibbled as he watched the man’s member spring free, already begging with a few gleaming droplets on the very tip.

Iruka felt his mouth still in want, hanging open to allow his captor to see those well lubricated fingers lying against his tongue. He waited until they were removed before licking his lips and leaning forward, but a hand in his hair stopped him. One deep blue eye met a pair of passion darkened brown, and they stared for a short moment. “Are you sure,” Ryouken whispered, a tremble in his voice.

“Just keep your part of this sham up, Ryouken.” The shinobi blinked at his Sound name coming from this Konoha ninja. “I’d hate for Orochimaru to realize that both of us are liking this much more than he thinks we are. I’m going to enjoy pulling this fast one over on him.”

Ryouken released his tight hold on Iruka’s and relaxed slightly. “Not too fast,” he said in a low voice while watching the brunette’s head move towards his twitching cock. “Not too fast at all.”

Iruka smiled around his sudden mouthful and went to work. He pulled back and paid attention to the deeply colored head, laving his tongue around in circles then nibbling on the edges and underside. He ran a wet trail down to the base and drew designs on an already stiffening sac. Looking up he met the one eye of the man above him and smiled as his tongue once more traveled up and around only to pull away completely. Iruka took a breath and plunged down on the length purposefully gagging himself loudly as he began to suck. Above him he heard Ryouken start talking, words that would have abused a true prisoner, but only egged Iruka on in his own personal quest for the man’s orgasm.

The two men worked off of each other, Ryouken telling him to suck like the whore he was and Iruka doing his best to take some skin off whenever he got the chance. Ryouken kept one hand back on Iruka’s head, sometimes pulling him away, always bringing him back, but the other was clenched around the chains now supporting both him and Iruka. An occasional shake of the thick metal loops added to the atmosphere of desperately trying to get away prisoner being choked as his mouth was filled with flesh instead of being emptied of words.

Iruka finally pulled away far enough for his partner to remember it was time for the next step. He leaned down and smiled apologetically as he began yelling about teeth and loudly smacked Iruka on his thigh. The marks from his palms glared bright red at him from the skin, but Iruka was able to moan wetly enough as if his jaw had been hit instead.

Ryouken stood and grabbed a small vial of oil from nearby and shook it in front of Iruka’s face as he heaped more abuse on his unwilling prisoner. “So you have some fight left in you. It seems your mouth isn’t as willing to suck my cock as I thought it was. Maybe your ass will do a better job.” He moved behind the brunette and wet his fingers down. As he started working the velvety liquid between Iruka’s cheeks he almost jumped as the man screeched and yelled as if he’d been penetrated without any liquid assistance at all. Ryouken found himself checking that he had just begun to stretch tight muscles just to make sure he wasn’t actually hurting him.

When Iruka screamed again even as he pushed himself back as much as he could, Ryouken could only grin in pleasure as he added another finger to the pair already playing. He licked at a tanned shoulder then bit down as he positioned himself behind his captive. It was only after a few more twists of his fingers and one last scream out of Iruka that he was able to remove and replace them with something much larger.

Iruka grunted but remained silent and still, breathing heavily. Ryouken was about to pinch him when the man finally released a low moan; a deep sound full of pleasure that only grew as the Sound shinobi began to move within him. Iruka had obviously decided that his prisoner character had given in to the pleasures hidden in what was supposed to be pain as he leaned his head back and cried out.

“More,” he demanded in a choked voice giving Ryouken a reason to give in to his own want. The two men were moving together, Iruka crying out unintelligible phrases as his captor yelled as many abusive phrases as he could concentrate on through the pleasure, but he meant the ‘hot’ and ‘tight’ unlike the ‘dirty slut’ he kept calling him.

The pace was raised one more notch, and Ryouken found himself nearing the end. Every quick thrust found lights building in front of his eyes until they exploded into a multitude of fiery sparks. He released into Iruka with a loud cry and held himself deep in that wet warmth for as long as the noises in the next room took to register in his brain.

Ryouken nibbled the skin of Iruka’s neck and slid himself out. Silently he stood and made his way to the door where he redrew the sound seal with some ink from a nearby bottle. “We have to leave,” he announced breathlessly.

“Two hours,” Iruka said to himself and shook the chains that encircled his wrist. “Have you got a key?”

Ryouken grabbed a slim piece of metal off a table and walked over to Iruka noticing some unfinished business between the man’s legs. “We’ll take care of that later,” he mentioned as he unlocked and untwisted the heavy links. Iruka said nothing but leaned over to lick Ryouken’s exposed stomach that was so temptingly placed right in front of him. The man gasped and jumped back. “Focus, Umino.”

“Drugs, Hatake.” Iruka grinned at the shinobi’s reaction to his real name. “Think I didn’t know it,” he asked with a laugh. “I couldn’t yell out your real name in the middle of this, but maybe later you’ll let me.”

The chains finally released their captive with a dull sound causing Iruka to drop to the ground the same as Ryouken who began working on the bolts that locked his legs. As soon as they were free those slim fingered hands were running up and down Iruka’s bloodless arms. “Say it,” the silver haired shinobi demanded as he massaged the cramped muscles back into wakefulness. “Say my name then.”

Iruka began to tremble as he felt blood rush back into his limbs, the drugs were definitely still working. “Kakashi,” he whispered in a shaky voice. “You’re Hatake Kakashi, Copy-nin of Konoha and someone who has been too long away from home.”

Kakashi kissed him, this man who had called him by his real name for the first time in three years. Their lips were together for a soft moment even as hands still worked to push blood back into Iruka’s muscles. They stayed that way until Iruka pulled back.

“I think I may be able to move now. The pain blockers are still very active, but could you help me stand?”

It was only minutes afterwards that Iruka was able to balance on his own and take a few halting steps. “Clothes,” was his next request and easily filled from an extra set Kakashi had kept close just for this moment. “Ready?” The two men nodded together and then grinned as a particularly loud scream was heard from the room Orochimaru and Kabuto were currently occupying. They were on their way out of the room until Kakashi stopped and grabbed one more item.

He held out a headband with the Sound’s symbol on it. “If your pain blocks are working you should wear this in case we’re seen.” He watched as Iruka grimaced and unhappily tied it around his forehead to hide the burn mark of a prisoner. “Let’s go.

The two men entered the hallway and began calmly leaving the Sound stronghold. Kakashi ignored the glimpses given his way as he always did. He was known to be a favored Shinobi here and was relying on his reputation to have the both of them leave without a challenge.

They reached the south gates of the underground warren and stopped as the guard called out. “Ryouken, I wasn’t informed you were leaving.” The shinobi that now stood in front of him looked harshly at Iruka. “And who is this?”

Kakashi bluffed for all he was worth and coolly stared down the hulk in front of them. “My room smells like the prisoner Orochimaru is enjoying right now.” He grabbed Iruka’s butt eliciting an odd squeak from the man. “I was interrupted before a nice finish and decided some fresh air would do to initiate this man into the job.”

The guard glared as he eyed Iruka up and down. The Konoha ninja was somehow able to look empty eyed under the intense scrutiny. Kakashi stayed silent until the guard moved back. “ ‘Initiate’, huh… Looks like Kabuto might have done too good a job of emptying his head, but make sure to save some for me.” Iruka remained still as a thick finger played with the ends of his hair. “He’s a pretty one.”

Kakashi didn’t hesitate as he grabbed the man’s arm and twisted it behind his back while slamming him into the very door he guarded. “Mine,” he said ground out between clenched teeth and was awarded an actual whimper. “Remember that,” he spat as he pulled Iruka out the doorway and into the twilight beyond. He didn’t even look back to see the guard nod as he glared in jealousy.

Iruka remained silent and blank faced through the entire exchange; an exact replica of a recent convert into the Sound ninja corps. He only made a noise as they reached the tree line surrounding the mass of rock and stone that had been designated as the Sound village. Kakashi turned to face him as he started to chuckle.

“We can begin running as soon as we’re under cover,” he mentioned to the red faced man who began trying to hold in more laughter. “How far is your teammate?”

Iruka took a few breaths and regained control. “He’s probably already seen us. There’s an ANBU team waiting farther out, just outside of Sound’s territory. They have a medi-nin.”

Kakashi paused and looked up into the trees that now surrounded them. After a few seconds he turned to see Iruka watching him. He grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him into a tight hug that was readily returned. Iruka’s arms crept around his neck as their lips met briefly. “Home,” Kakashi whispered into the kiss. “Let’s go home.”

The two separated with matching grins and began running.

A/N: this has been sitting around on my HD for some time and I figured I needed to get it out. I admit it might not be the best, but I needed to get it out and allow people to assist me in finding my shortcomings in writing smut. Thank you