Not-so-Itsy Spider

Author's Note: The pairing is Kidoumaru/Shino, but I must apologize if either character seems OOC. Well, especially Kidoumaru, since I have never seen him in action. But, I did my best and hope it's not too terrible!

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His favorite past time.

A new species of butterfly had made itself known and Shino was sure that he'd be the first to find one. It had shown itself for only a brief moment on the way back from a routine mission with team 8, leaving Shino desperate to see it again. Hinata had suggested that the three stick together and return back to Konoha soon. She had heard horrible rumors about the part of the forest they were in, but Shino had to ignore her request. It was a rare day for the Aburame to discover a new insect, and nothing would deter his pursuit.

Which is why he found himself under a tree, alone, tired and clearly frustrated; even his characteristic stoic expression couldn't hide his rage. As far as he knew, it had been two days since he parted ways with his team and gone in search of the elusive butterfly. So far, all he had seen were average plants, ordinary ants and a strange pair of pants (he saw those roughly a day ago by a river). The butterfly had disappeared, or died, he assumed, until he saw the familiar shimmering gold pair of wings fluttering by a tree about a hundred feet away. His luck was turning.

Cautiously, he crept amongst the deep green foliage, ever closer to the delicate beauty. Its wings were larger than he anticipated, roughly ten inches if he eyed it correctly; the average butterfly had a wing span of about five inches. As he proceeded, he also noted that this was no insect, but an arachnid; it had eight thin, carbon black legs, gripping the bark of the tree. If he wasn't dead-set on getting close to this butterfly already, he definitely was now. It took all he had to not just run over to the tree and catch the little winged stranger. This was the only thing that could make him smile, the only thing that could make him show any form of glee on his otherwise void exterior. Bug watching was his past time, his hobby, his art, and nothing in this world could keep him from it. In his younger days, a bee could make this boy lose all concentration, fascinated with its ability to carry its weight on feeble wings. Maybe it was the family’s influence, or the kikaichu in his own belly, but bugs made him squirm in the best way possible, and this butterfly was no exception.

However, the sight of two extra legs troubled him; he hated what eight legs meant. Spiders: his nightmare, crawling in sticky webs of what he believed to be anal secretions, trapping helpless victims in their lairs and slowly devouring them from the inside, melting the body tissue within. It was a revolting thought that plagued his mind ever since the day he saw one catch and murder one little kikaichu that had crawled outside of his body, into Hell. He was only a baby at the time, toddler if people want to stretch, but he cried in fear of watching the little bug fight for its life, only to slowly be put to sleep with a venomous bite to the head. He himself didn’t sleep for days after that, and refused to allow his kikaichu to leave his body, giving him a terribly upset stomach. But, he knew that the spider was still out there, waiting for him to mess up and fall into the web, so he could be eaten in the same way as his little insect. He vowed that he would stray far away from all arachnids, all webs and even a few nets, just so he didn’t land in that fate.

If only he had listened to himself today…

Before he could reach out and grace the golden wings beating for him, his left foot stuck to the ground beneath him. He struggled hard, making the mistake of planting the other in the same sticky substance. He was now trapped in place, confused, and desperate to get to the butterfly, which was now preparing itself to fly off. He reached out an eager hand, barely missing the saving wing, but falling onto the lush, emerald grass. When he positioned himself to push up off the ground, he could not, realizing the depths of his predicament. He was not stuck on a wandering root; he did not get his foot caught around the wickedly growing plant life around him. Hell, he didn’t even get caught in a bear trap.

He was caught in a web, a strategically placed one at that.

Panic pummeled him as he fought in rage and desperation to free himself, terrified memories of his little kikaichu blaring in his head. He struggled so much and in such a fury that he did not realize that he was no longer on the forest floor, but in the jungle air, swinging back and forth, dangling from a rather large strand of spider web. He didn’t know that spiders grew so larger out here, but he didn’t want to learn, so he thrashed about harder, clearly missing the chuckling of his captor. His mind had long sense gone blank, losing every bit of the order to remain calm and composed at all times. Now, he simply followed the ‘Fight or Flight’ method of survival, and, seeing as he hated spiders with every bug in his body, he chose to try and escape with everything in his power. But, this came to no avail, as he slowly reached the lair of his captor and was forced to look into the eyes of presumed death.

“Well… And I thought I’d never make the catch. Seems that old butterfly trick did its job…”

So it was not the gargantuan, radioactive, sixteen-legged spider that he had thought it to be. Instead, it was a man of average height, with six arms… Six arms… For a moment, he thought he was safe, until realizing that legs also came into play when counting limbs. He had two legs, so eight limbs…

Shino offered no response but a horrible, muted shriek of terror, once again trying to flee from his sticky captivity, still in vain. The arachnid laughed in his face, ordering his threads of spider silk to bring the bug boy closer for inspection. There wasn’t much to see; average black shinobi sandals, average black pants, an unusually large jacket that went up far enough to cover his neck and mouth, and a pair of round shades covering his rarely seen eyes. Most would be deterred with such a find, but this only made the spider happier with his catch. Not only did he finally catch the bug boy he had been watching for the last few days, but now he had the chance to actually see what was under that huge coat. He grinned at the struggling insect with little pity in his eyes.

“Relax, Kid, you’re not going anywhere for a while… Why don’t you introduce yourself to me, we can get to know each other for fun…”

Shino glared behind black shades, horrified at the thought of getting to know a man that looked like a spider. He didn’t want to give his name, and couldn’t, because fear had frozen his vocal cords. Silence spread for an uncomfortable minute as Shino remained upside down, being more than looked over by the hideous creature.

“Fine, you’ll speak soon enough, because we’re going to play a game, and it revolves around you.”

With words said, the spider commanded his silky string to lift the prisoner to an enormous web, positioned vertically between to trees, hidden behind forest foliage. It was painfully apparent for Shino that he would not be escaping as his confinement turned him right-side up and placed him on the web. Through concealing darkness, he glared again at his captor, thinking of a few choice names he could call him at the moment. But what good would it make? He would just die a slower, more excruciating death at the six hands of this bastard. Then again, with the looks he was getting…

“So… Let’s start things off now. What’s behind those glasses and that stupid collar?” The spider received silence for an answer, making him smirk. “Well, I’ll find out on my own…” What Shino considered the third hand (second pair of arms, left hand) reached up to the reluctant ones face, grasping the cheek in a gentle embrace. He shunned the hand, turning away so that he couldn’t be touched. But, this was a bad move as he was slapped hard for his actions, the sound reverberating through the canopy. He hung his head with a burning cheek and silently whimpered from the caressing touch that followed. He knew he shouldn’t whimper, make noise, or even an expression. All Aburame were trained to endure the worst treatment unimagined and face with gusto; that’s why it was the Aburame who were the most frequent holders of No-Return missions. In those missions, one ninja would be a scapegoat and would practically allow themselves to be captured. During this time, the teammates would escape unharmed. The Aburame were most likely tortured to spill information about Konoha, but with such resistance, would never say a word. But, no Aburame, no person was without their weakness, and if asked to, Shino would sing like a canary if it would get him away from this human spider. He could feel his skin crawling with more than just agitated insects, but they wouldn’t leave his belly, because he was too afraid.

Meanwhile, the arachnid enjoyed his torment of the defenseless bug, smacking and touching his face simultaneously. He could tell that the boy was afraid of him, that he wanted to scream in terror, and he liked that. He wanted the mangled cry in the pit of his stomach to be ripped from him, and he would take his sweet, sweet time in doing it. But first, he had to go on a psychological warfare.

“What’s wrong, little buggy?” he whispered in Shino’s ear, “Are you afraid of the big, bad spider? Are you afraid that I’m going to hurt you? Afraid I’m going to eat you? Do you see yourself as a helpless little insect, trapped in a spider’s web? You should…”

He licked the fearful earlobe of the innocent little victim, tasting sweet terror. He grinned wickedly as he continued, licking just under the ear, nibbling on the earlobe, leaving poisonous kisses all over. Shino freaked at the touches, frozen from the new touch. He didn’t understand the spider now, knowing with all his heart that he was going to die just a few minutes ago. This was in a complete contrast to his thoughts and now was left bewildered. What’s more, the touch registered as a sensation, a pleasant, charming sensation… From a spider…

While the third hand was busy pulling down the collar and caressing the hidden neck, the first pair of hands held on to the web on either sides of Shino’s waist. The fourth hand (second pair of arms, right hand), slowly reached around to cup Shino’s cheek, dragging the thumbnail through the flesh. A wince was heard in response, enlarging the arachnid’s grin.

"If you behave, at the end of our game, I’ll let you go. But, you won’t leave without markings, I promise…”

This was a promise Shino was sure the creature was bound to keep when the third hand pierced his neck’s skin, just enough to bleed, not enough for severe damage. He wanted to cry as the spider returned to his work on right ear, but he squirmed from the weird attention instead. He had never been touched in such an area; in fact, he had never been touched, so any physical contact was brutal and loud in his mind. The onslaught of pain and… unknown feelings… was no exception. His head was still racing about, alarmed with his situation; but he could still feel things, meaning the weird licks and nibbles around his ear and the pinpoint pressure on his neck registered quite fast. All he needed to do now was figure out what to do, where to turn and how to get out. He decided it was the best time, if any, to try and negotiate his way out of this. His clan wasn’t known best for talk, but he could at least try.

Only, he chose the wrong time…

As soon as he parted his lips to speak, a foreign body was shoved in, which began to wriggle and squirm all around the cave which was Shino’s mouth. He gagged slightly, but stared wide-eyed for the most part to the understanding that the spider was kissing him, which made him want to vomit for eternity. However, once again, his mind registered this as the unknown feeling that he found interesting. This made no difference though, for it was still a spider’s tongue tickling and caressing his. The alien invader licked the back of his teeth, the sides of his mouth, under his tongue, everywhere it could roam. He became vaguely aware that he was losing oxygen, causing him to struggle again. This was, again, a bad idea, as a vicious hand held his face tight and still. Panic started to set in as his tongue tried to push the other out. But, the spider liked that, continuing his movements in a presumed willing dance with his victim. Soon, the kiss was broken, leaving both panting for air. Shino never thought his first kiss would be so horrible. The agony didn’t stop though, as the arachnid leaned into to bite his lips, drawing blood and tasting iron. He sucked on the wounds like a baby to a nipple, just to make more blood flow. When he was satisfied, he moved back, happy with his bloody artwork.

The hand holding his face moved to the right ear, where the spider had previously been, and dragged a fine-pointed nail over the sore area. Another wince was brought out from this, along with another grin. It wasn’t hard to tell that the boy was getting tired, meaning he could move on to better places soon. He continued to scratch the sensitive area, as he spoke again.

“Now, my little bug, what’s behind those glasses?”

No reply. A river of crimson liquid began to flow from behind Shino’s ear as the hand that caused such damage moved to the round shades that successfully, until now, hid the world from Shino’s eyes. The hand slowly pulled the rims away, revealing light, hazel orbs staring back into the spider’s soulless ones. For a second, the spider was confused, as he expected some strange deformity, but this turned to admiration.

“You have pretty eyes. Why don’t you show them?”

No answer.

“You’re not behaving well if you don’t respond.”

“My eyes are sensitive to light.” came the reluctant, strangled reply. The arachnid nodded in understanding.

“What’s under your jacket?”

Nothing.

“Then I’ll have to find out for myself…” Two hands, Shino couldn’t tell which, began to massage his stomach through the jacket, as two others fiddled with the buttons. He grimaced at the sensation, cursing himself for the momentary enjoyment. He cursed harder at the fact that he was still recognizing it as a sensation after he remembered that this was a spider. He didn’t want to know what he would be thinking after the hands actually touched his bare skin, but he had no choice in finding out.

The hands on his stomach were eager to grope inside the concealing, thick, smoky grey jacket that he always wore. Even though it was normally terribly hot inside, it was a nice coat for an otherwise rowdy group of insects, who tended to crawl outside of his body for no reason, without his command. A thin jacket, like the vest Neji wears, would reveal too much scampering and movement. So, even if he possibly suffers heat strokes, for the safety of the faint-hearted and those who think he is creepy, namely everyone, he had to wear such a large, rather troublesome coat; it was just another wall between him and the outside world. But, now even this wall crumbled as his eyes took in the appalling sight taking place before him. His stomach and chest were being invaded by spider hands. Much worse, the hands were creeping across his skin, mimicking the creature they belonged to. His body twitched at the open air, the hungry stares and the crawling fingers that molested him. And, to his horrified realization, he was feeling a certain unneeded arousal in his lower regions… From a spider’s touch…

“What’s wrong, Little Bug? Do you not like it? I like it… In fact, I like it so much that I think I need a favor from you…” One hand slowly waltzed to Shino’s nipple, stroking, rubbing and tightly pinching, enough to draw more blood, in a random assortment of ways. Another hand (Shino guessed this to be at least a right hand, for it made contact with his left armpit) probed near the soft flesh of his underarm, holding his side while using the thumb to tickle him delicately. Then a third hand, God knows from where, played with his bare belly button, teasing skin and massaging deeply. Shino’s head spun rapid, unsure of how to react. He was, though disturbed with himself, enjoying these touches, even the painstaking pinches, but he was still holding back tears from his nightmarish end. He wanted to die at the very moment, or die the moment he saw the false butterfly, so that he didn’t have to die like this, but as much as he prayed, though incoherent from racing mind, he continued to open his eyes and see this spider, who was now nibbling on the left side of his neck, adding to the torment.

Half-lidded, his eyes tried desperately to focus on anything but the spider’s back as he tried to talk down his growing arousal and retain some composure. He argued with himself, reminding him of what was going to happen at the end of this so-called ‘game’. He tried to picture the arachnid’s fangs in his jugular, spewing jet after jet of poisonous liquid into his bloodstream, which would halt his heartbeat, paralyze his muscles and slowly digest his body tissue. In response, his mind showed him his entire penis engulfed in the monster’s mouth, one hand fondling his balls, another probing his puckered hole, a fourth squeezing his ass, all while he himself was screaming at the top of his lungs, unable to do anything else. The response didn’t help his situation at all, as he only felt himself grow harder. He wanted to cry even more.

A moment later, the spider’s face rose back into his view, licking saliva and a cherry-shaded liquid off of his lips. Shino hadn’t even noticed that he had been bleeding.

“Now, be a good boy and do me a favor. If you do it right, you’ll get extra points for good behavior…”

He was going to question this favor that he was requested to perform, but time answered his questions. The hands on either side of his waist and the legs, which had been placed on the outside of his spread legs, began to climb upwards for a moment, until the stopped in their tracks.

“What are those scars on your chest?” The spider was referring to the tiny, barely-in-inch cuts that Shino had all over his body. It went from his collar bone down to just bellow his belly button, all the way around to his back, where the spider presumed they were still there, as he hadn’t seen his back. More scars covered every bit of his shoulder and down his arms, dwindling out the closer they got to his wrists.

No response, not from anger, but from lack of coherent thought.

“Behavior…”

“…Excuse me, wha?” Shino’s words stumbled out of his mouth as he tried to remember what the man just said; his mind was still assaulting him with images of lust.

“What are those scars on your chest?”

“Where the bugs crawl out…”

“Oh… Why aren’t they trying to hurt me now?” A grin came along with the question; he knew the answer, but doubted that his bug boy knew.

A long pause. Slurred speech, something stemming off of he didn’t know.

The spider smiled wide and returned to climbing up. He only climbed with one set of arms and his legs, which left him arms to rip off his clothing. He didn’t care much about the uniform he wore, as he had many back at the village he resided in, so to lose one set for such a special occasion was well worth it. As the tattered clothes drifted to the ground, beside half of the shorts that got stuck in the web, one hand held a very aroused, very ready member in Shino’s face.

“Open your mouth, bug boy; I’m sure you can figure out what to do.” A panted grin stared down at the blushing Shino that eyed the cock shyly. He had seen a penis before, obviously because he had his own, but had never seen anyone else’s, and didn’t think he would ever see anyone else’s. There was no denying curiosity with sexuality, especially with a guy like Kiba on your team; he almost always had stories of female figures and male members, never forgetting to brag on his own. Shino had wanted to know what it was like, with a male or female, he wasn’t picky, but doubted that he’d ever be given the chance. But now, he was practically being demanded to perform a task he knew nothing about.

“Open your mouth!” The spider’s face had started to flush with impatience as he prodded Shino’s lips with his weeping member. Hoping to receive good behavior points, he opened his mouth, almost gagging at the force of the penis being shoved inside. His first thought was to bite down, hard, but knew that he had nothing else to go on but the spider’s promise; if he behaved good, he would be let go at the end, not dead, so had no reason not to try, even though it was a spider’s penis… In his mouth…

He flicked his inexperienced tongue around the underside of the hardened member, trying to get used to the intruding manhood. He gave another lick to the underside, and then a swirl going back towards the head; he was encouraged at the sound of a breathy moan from above him. Another swirl gave way to another lick, dragged out slowly from the head and back. Another lick turned into a humming song, vibrating along the shaft, back to the base. He pulled his head back as far as the web would allow, delving back in, to take the member in whole, trying to mimic the movements of what regular sex would be like. Mumbled praises turned to pants as he continued his maneuvers, tasting the head, swirling his tongue, tonguing the underside and swallowing whole. He had never been so happy for Kiba’s excruciatingly detailed stories than now. The spider couldn’t restrain his hips as he slowly arched forward, searching for the damp warmth of the mouth, begging for the sweet song that enveloped his member whole, burning with desire as he felt a strain in the pit of his stomach.

Pre-cum dribbled into Shino’s mouth, forcing him to taste the salty fluid, but it did not deter him. A fire was burning inside him now; he wanted to make this man release, though he didn’t know why. He hummed louder as the spider moaned longer, curled his tongue deeper as the spider pushed forward, sucked harder as the spider lost control, shoving himself in whole, searching for that sweet release. His body shook above Shino’s, pounding his hips into Shino’s face, which hungrily desired more from him, asked more of him, took more from him, until the spider gave in to sweet desire. He poured his fluids into the bug boy’s mouth, which opened wide, seemingly accepting the rain of semen. He collapsed against the web, all six hands holding on with what little strength they had, trying not to fall back to their doom. He was pleased; the bug boy had displayed exceptional good behavior.

Shino, on the other hand, was disgusted. He couldn’t imagine what had possessed him to the point of letting that creature fuck his mouth. He shut his eyes, trying not to look at the semi-hard penis that had fallen out of his mouth, covered in bodily fluids of both participants. He was angry, but one side congratulated him for his performance, especially with this being his first time. His mind went to war, leaving Shino dizzy and disoriented, until they came to an agreement: he behaved that way because it was a life or death situation, and all parts of him didn’t want to die.

After finally coming back from his blissful high, the spider crawled back down to be at eye-level with his A+ performer, for his first time at least. But, he didn’t offer much of praise.

“Now… What’s under your pants?”

No response.

“Fair enough… I can learn on my own.”

The spider was indeed pleased with his little bug, so, even in a game, all things had to be fair.

But, in order to be fair, he had to get this boy in a better position, one for… better access. He leapt from his place on the web and onto a nearby tree branch, leaving behind a very confused bug. Shino had no idea what to think when the spider left from his sight into the green shadows that encased the two. He sat for a moment, without a thought entering his mind, until eventually he started to struggle again, trying to free at least his arms; it was the best time, if any, to get out of this situation and run for dear life now.

Tugging with all of the strength he could muster, he managed to free his hands, leaving thin layers of skin behind, which he’d worry about when he got home. With his jacket open, he could easily slip his arms free, praising his thick jacket for being there. He started to pull on his hair, which had managed to keep his head still since the slap to his face in the beginning of his ordeal. Tears welded in his eyes while tender strands of hair ripped out of his skull, sending a deafening headache to the boy. But, it was all worth it, as he held tight to the jacket that had covered him for so long. He hated losing such a nice coat, but he could always buy more or have his family make him one.

Just as he was about to focus on his feet and legs, Sense smacked him dead in the face. He looked down and nearly went to tears again. If he jumped from this height, he’d surely die on impact with the forest floor, leaving all of his efforts pointless and a body for a sensual spider to eat… Yes, he did say sensual… The scars on his chest were still shut, shivering with terrified bugs; they would hardly be of any use to him now. He knew, in the least, that he would have to make a move quick if he didn’t want to be spotted by the spider and have his actions deemed as ‘bad behavior’, but panic was working against him, as no bright ideas came to mind.

‘Think, damn it,” he scolded himself, “What are you going to do?” Precious moments ticked by until a bright, and simple, plan pounded into his head. Without delay, he begged his kikaichu to rise from his body. They assented, wishing only for their master to get out of this dire situation as much as he did. Opening again, the wounds gave way to hundreds, then thousands of insects, crawling against Shino’s flesh, their destination: the web itself. It was made of chakra, as Shino weakly recalled to himself, so if he could simply get his bugs to eat the chakra web, he could fall free, hopefully catching on to lower branch that he could safely jump from. It may not have been the smartest plan, but Shikamaru would be rivaled as a genius today.

The bugs went to work quickly, as if afraid of their own fate if the spider returned. Though it had been years ago, these kikaichu knew of their fallen brother and wished not to befall the same fate. Shino’s reaction hinted them to the danger, causing a sheer panic to wave over the colony, resulting in a mass shutdown of movement inside Shino’s body. But now, they shared an equal desire: freeing their master and running like hell. And the plan was working, as each wave of bugs devoured the chakra web that held Shino, even around the ever-loved jacket. The bug master’s body slowly slipped, falling a few inches with each tiny snap he heard, his heart racing with the promise of freedom.

Snip. Snip. Snap.

He fell, leaving his bugs to fly after their home. It was a sudden break, causing Shino to grasp at anything he could find. Reaching out, he took hold of a white, thick vine, which he swung from all the way down, crashing into the lush grass that provided no cushion. The bugs, when they caught up, immediately devoured the white vine, recognizing it as more chakra, saving Shino from a terrible realization. They crawled back on to Shino, waiting for another command, while some crawled back into the safety of his body.

Losing no time to though, he ran in the most memorable direction he could find, searching for a way out. A few bugs took flight, helping their master find the way home, while a few more flew back into the canopy. His body was weak from fear, exhausted from overreacting, but raced on at God-speed, giving little recognition to the burning limbs. He saw a river and tears streamed down his face as he recalled that this river was where he had been not too long ago; the strange pair of pants greeted him. He ran on the edge of the river the way he had come to this part of the forest, knowing that this river would take him to the safety of the village hidden in the leaves.

He had done it; he escaped certain death. Favor had smiled on him this day. And he made damn sure with himself that he would never go near anything with eight legs again, no matter how alluring.

But…

In the canopy, a not-so-itsy spider watched the little bug boy run. A grin rested on the sun-kissed skin as two left hands rested against a tree.

All was fair, even in a game, so he had to give him a running start.

The bug boy had been running for what seemed like centuries to his weary legs, causing him to take a break at the base of another large tree. In his fit of terror, he had outrun his kikaichu, so he was alone, excluding the bugs who had returned to his body before he took off. Breathing erratic, he collapsed to the earth, looking around nervously. He knew he couldn’t stay long; the spider would realize he had run off soon, if he hadn’t already. But, his body screamed in retaliation every time he tried to get back up, so he relaxed to the best of his abilities, adrenaline still coursing through his blood.

His muscles stiffened as he rested against the tree trunk, slowly falling asleep. He knew he couldn’t rest though, he couldn’t sleep; the spider was out there… The spider…

Rustling sprung his weary body out of comatose and he sprinted in any direction from the sound. He was being hunted, him, of all people. He chased insects, but now he was being chased. His rationale was starting to fail him, jumping from one thought to the next as the forest sped beside him in one long, dizzying blur. His kikaichu had not returned, they hadn’t found the way to the village, the safe haven. He was starting to lose focus, starting to stumble. The forest was spinning, grabbing at him, trying to kidnap him from his destination. Mind racing, pace quickening, the bug boy was flying if he had taken a step. He couldn’t feel the ground under his feet anymore, couldn’t see the hunter greens and the sepia browns blending together to rattle his perceptions, he couldn’t smell the distinct scent of decaying moss and newborn leaflets. All he could sense was the air, breezing past him at alarming rates, blowing up his basic ninja pants and through his wild, unkempt hair. He felt relief in his chest until the bugs stung him from within, leading him to a sick sensation in the pit of his stomach.

The fool had run straight off a cliff and was falling to his death.

Nothing could save him now. He had won, but he had lost. Memories of his childhood, his adolescence, and his teen years all flashed before his quivering eyes in one fatal rush. And in this moment of pure weakness, pure failure, pure desperation, he prayed to whatever deity that would listen: save him.

The gods had a sense of humor.

His body immediately stopped falling and he thanked the heavens, if that’s where his savior resided. But, in mid-praising, he felt himself be pulled back up into the air, as if he had been caught by a lasso. He didn’t know what to think as the cool hues rushed from behind him, and it stayed this way even when he crashed into a tree branch, wide and painful. He didn’t even notice the situation he had gotten himself into, or back into, when the smile greeting him was so horribly familiar that he could have sworn he saw it only moments ago. He didn’t realize his predicament when the man who had just saved his life spoke in a haunting, heavy voice.

“Well, well, well… Looks like I’m just catching everything, aren’t I? I knew I had to give you a head start, but I didn’t know you’d run yourself right off the earth. Looks like you’re one hell of a naïve character, huh?”

Only when Shino counted the peculiar number of arms that this being had did he recognize the danger he had thrown himself into. He may have been thrown back into the air, but he had certainly fallen into Hell, again; the world truly must be upside down.

“So, now that I’ve saved your life, I practically own it. Which means…” he paused to keep himself from panting; running after prey was one of his greatest turn-ons, and this was no exception, “you still have things I need you to do for me. Now, you have a pretty high score in good behavior, but if you don’t cooperate now, I… Will… Kill… You…” There was no smile on his face when he spoke the last four words, as his body was in need of something only the bug could give him, and he would be damned if he didn’t get it now. His leader was already going to kill him for not returning when told, over three hours ago, so he thought he’d at least make the action worth his while.

Shino shivered in a familiar fear as he slowly nodded in a binding agreement. He hadn't won after all, and was now being threatened by death.

When he saw the trembles wave through the defenseless bug boy sitting before him, back against the tree, he sighed in frustration; the only way he would enjoy was if the bug enjoyed it. Figuring that this was considered rape, he knew it would be hard to get him to calm down if his other plan didn’t work.

“Look,” the spider whispered, “if you think of this as a mission, then it won’t bother you so bad. Hell, think of me as someone you like. Do you like anyone?”

The sound of rustling leaves and calling birds was his only response. Shino couldn’t bear to consider this monster as a substitute for Kiba… Not that he would think of Kiba in such a way.

“Shit… You still won’t talk? Well, think of this as a mission. If you just take what I’m going to give you without complaints, then I’ll give you some important scroll… Yeah, let’s role play that! Damn, I’m a genius!”

Shino listened as the spider went on to praise himself, trying to follow his advice. Though instinct told him to jump down that cliff again, he knew that he wouldn’t survive or he’d be caught again. So, in order to keep from screaming at the thought that this eight-limbed monstrosity was actually going to touch him, he repeatedly told himself that this was just a special part of the mission he had yet to return from.

In his repetition, the human cocoon was interrupted as he felt lips press against the scar under his ear. Freezing in place and shutting his exposed eyes tight, he could feel his arms being raised above his head, slowly, as a tongue darted out to taste the scar quickly, possibly looking for remains of blood. His mind began to fall incoherent again with the added touch of fingers gently gliding down the exposed inside of his arms. He shivered and squirmed away from the caresses, trying to focus on his mission; it wasn’t just one guy, it was two, two men trying to caress secrets of Konoha out of him. And he was an Aburame, meaning he could stand up against anything they through at him.

His mind fell short again, now telling him of the tongue slowly swirling a path down his neck, stopping to trace the new path in kisses and nibbles. The hand holding his wrists up started to wrap some sticky rope around them, binding them to the tree behind, while other hands continued their assault on his tantalized skin; a third set held onto his writhing hips, keeping him from running too far from the pleasure. Okay, so there were three men trying to break him now, but he wasn’t fazed; he was too strong to fall for such petty kisses, tickles and licks. He did have to stifle a moan or two, but that was no big deal... Until the hands binding his wrists finished the job, moving down to trail sharp, invigorating nails across his bare chest and stomach. A small gasp escaped his lips, joining the steady howl of the wind. He could feel the smirk in those violent kisses now, focusing on his collar bone, working their way into his flesh, sinking into his body and mildly dazed mind. Seering trails of blood trailed behind the nails, painting the Aburame with another shade of red. It was then that he started to tug at his wrists, failing to even budge them an inch. Hands massaged muscular, but sensitive, arms, teasing Shino’s flesh more and more with each motion. He writhed his hips against the strong hold, trying to escape the various touches. The guys trying to get information from him were better than Shino had previously thought; secluded in his warped imagination, he struggled with the ongoing, relentless pleasures and pains that attacked his body.

Once again, some small part of his mind fell back to the stories Kiba had told him, the ones dealing with him and a certain silver-haired jonin that he refused to mention, figuring that Shino wouldn’t catch on; in truth, the dog boy didn’t really have as much sex as he liked to let on, but Shino preferred to listen rather than talk so he let him brag all he wanted. He fell to these memories because of the recurring stories of how Kakashi would create clones of himself to torture the living hell out of him, much like the way Shino felt now. He could barely stand the touches, desperately struggling to maintain composure, though he feared that if the hands started to unbuckle his pants, he’d die from embarrassment ands ome strange feeling of desire.

Which is what happened.

The hands at his hips continued to steady the wiggling bug while kisses fell on various cuts on his chest. One hand, he couldn’t even tell if it were left or right, pinched his rock hard nipple, receiving a quiet shiver in response. The boy was breaking, and had given clear sign to what he wanted. The spider grasped and held the other nipple in between sharp teeth, giving his tongue the opportunity to flick and rub as he pleased in order to make the bug whimper. Shino gritted his teeth in resistance, trying not to make a sound, but the seemingly experienced tongue was too much for his feeble body to take, along with a hand pressing dangerously close to his lower stomach. He hissed as the hand increased the pressure, pushing further into his stomach, causing him to lose his breath. In one loud shudder, the hand lifted and the mouth released his chest, eyes scanning over a once silent stoic. The spider grinned, maneuvering the hands from his arms down to his belt buckle; he was tired of waiting.

Shino’s eyes shot open to look down at the hands on his belt, but his vision was obscured by the eyes that caught his. The spider… He was in a tree, being touched by a human spider… And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t trying to break his neck to get away from a spider… Maybe it was the calming look in his eyes that just whispered that he wouldn’t hurt him, too much… Maybe his body was slowyly succumbing to the advances... Hell, he knew what it was; that fucking spider probably drugged his ass when he kissed him earlier. Yeah… That’s what he did…

“What’s wrong? I said I wouldn’t hurt you… Oh yeah, you won’t reply… So, why waste my time talking to you when I can be playing with this?”

When he finished his question, the spider had found some insidious way to pull Shino’s pants off in one sweep, leaving him exposed and burning with embarrassment.

“You… Don’t wear anything under your pants…?”

He didn’t feel the need to explain himself to some spider freak.

“Easier to get into situations like this, Kid, but your decision, not mine…”

He grinned wide, resuming the task at hand: torturing the fuck out this bug and pleasing himself. He smiled at the long-waiting, aroused shaft, already weeping for attention; that drug of his worked better than he thought, he couldn’t see how Shino kept his arousal hidden for so long. He decided to test him, breathing along his length, receiving bucks and moans from an aggravated insect. Feeling the need to continue, he slipped his tongue under, slowly trailing his way back up to the slit, swirling his tongue, taking in the precum with lust. Hands held down shaking thighs and massaged a trembling belly as he licked the tortured member all around, taking special care to run a flat tongue from the base up, so he could suck the head before delving back down. A hand cupped his heavy sac, massaging and rubbing with the thumb, driving Shino out of his mind.

He was completely lost without his protective clothing. His glasses, his jacket, his pants, even his sandals had been discarded, leaving him vulnerable, like a beetle without its shell… He bit down on his lower lip, trying frantically to retain his composure as hands began touching him everywhere. At this point, he didn’t know if it was the same spider or the one with sixteen limbs, all he knew was that his body was beginning to burn with some strange lust, and he wanted more of anything that being was willing to give. He groaned loud when he felt a mouth engulf his still weeping member, humming, sending a vibration through his body that he’d never felt before. He started to buck his hips up, begging for more in a pleading moan, biting back a desperate whimper when the mouth let him go. He was given a kiss on the head of his cock as reassurance for something better, while hands spread his legs wider, giving access to his hidden entrance.

The spider licked his lips, practically drooling at the sight. He tested the bug’s resolve again, flicking his tongue at the opening, a shrieking cry meeting his ears. Losing patience, he quickly shoved his tongue inside the warmth, making Shino jump back as far as he could from the strange, but definitely wondrous, intrusion. He hadn’t damned the web on his wrists more than now as his urge to push the spider’s head off of him was deterred from a lack of ability. But soon, he found himself wanting to push that head higher, craving something he didn’t know he could want. He needed more of that tongue inside him, to reach something he didn’t know was there, but the tongue couldn’t do that; it was too short. The saliva-coated muscle snaked around inside the hole, licking the inner walls of his bound bug, enjoying the agonizing groans he received in return for a good job. But, though it felt good, Shino started to whine quietly, asking for more without saying a word. The spider knew what he wanted, but it would have to wait a little longer as he stopped tonguing his entrance, but shifting to lick the fingers on one of his hands. A growl quickened his lubricating and he pushed Shino’s legs wider, getting him ever closer to what the drug made him want.

One finger made him arch his back, writhing against whatever thought he had in his mind; what had spurred him to want something pushed there, he thought, only to have his answer come crashing into him as a wave of pleasure hit him, hard. He remembered that Kiba had told him how he still had to force himself to relax when he was getting ready to be fucked, so he followed the advice of the dog, focusing on the pleasures and not the pain. He started yearning for more when the second finger was added, scissoring his opening, making him feel slightly sick and mostly hot with the action. A third finger entered, stretching him wider, increasing the pleasure that much more, but it still wasn’t enough. He needed something that the fingers just couldn’t reach. But, then he was empty, void of everything as he thrashed his legs in a whining manner. A massage to his bare stomach calmed him slightly as one hand prepared the spider, rubbing precum on his own shaft.

Shino screamed like there wasn’t anyone around to hear, out of pain and pleasure, as the spider gave one quick thrust into his waiting entrance. He stood still, fighting the urge to slip up and thrash again, trying to let the insect wielder relax to the intrusion. But, he couldn’t hold himself together long as he pulled out slow and entered again, slower but still quick. Shino tried to catch his breath, his mind doing nothing to explain what was going on, too blown from the mixture of pain, pleasure and the drug. He willed his body to relax again in due time as the shaft picked up its pace. Another thrust caused him to scream hard, inviting the spider to do it again. He moaned and rocked with the pace, slowly falling into the rhythm.

The spider grunted, trying to keep himself from losing his mind at the tightness of the bug; he knew he was a virgin but this was more than he had expected. He started to feel his release coming on, the familiar coiling in the pit of his stomach, but willed himself to slow his pace just a touch; he wanted to make sure that the bug came first. To do so, he leaned in closer to him, stroking his agonized cock with his chest, making the shrieks and wails that much louder as he picked up his pace again. Shino cried out, trying to hold on to any rational thought, but all he could think of was the blinding light that was starting to appear before him and the burning, tightening of his lower stomach. The spider grinned through his rough breathing, positioning each thrust in a new direction, searching for what Shino couldn’t imagine.

And he hit it.

An explosion escaped through Shino’s body as he screamed along with, giving up everything that he had to that one wave of pleasure. But it wasn’t just one; the waves kept coming with each forceful thrust after the other, getting stronger each time. His breathing went erratic as his body lost control; his seed shooting into the spider’s waiting hand and both chests. His mind went blank, too lost in the pleasure to notice that the spider had finished to and had collapsed onto his stomach, sticky with something other than spider silk.

All he could do was squirm his body, riding out the orgasm as best he could. When the pleasure finally slowed, he was aware of how heavy his body was, falling back into the branch. His uncovered eyes were equally heavy, shutting tight in a matter of moments. As far as he knew, he remained like that for a while, sleeping in the tree, bound to the bark, until he opened his eyes again.

All he could see was a faded, dull white for a long while, until he tilted his head to look around. There were chairs, a desk, a stupid painting of a flower… What?

“You’re awake… That’s good.”

He turned to the voice to find Kiba with a slightly worried, mostly relieved expression. He continued.

“We sent a search party out for you, since you hadn’t returned for two days… It took us a while to find you, but your kikaichu found us and led us to you eventually… You had been attacked by something; it stripped you of your clothes… You were at the base of some tree, bleeding pretty bad... You had a few broken ribs, both wrists were dislocated, a broken arm and your shin was pretty bad, too… Whatever it was fucked you up real bad…”

“…You don’t know the half of it…”

Kiba stared at his friend, wondering what he could possibly mean. He had an idea though… When he approached the unconscious Shino, the first to find him, he found some kind of strong silk on his wrists, and he smelled of sex… He thought it would be best to leave the bug boy be; he didn’t want to bring it up because, if he knew one thing about his friend, it was that he hated spiders.