Feral Descent

"Mm-Ah. Wait." Kakashi gasped for air as he shook his head free from the cradle of Bear's large hands, "Wait."

He tried to take a step backwards, only to succeed in pressing himself closer to the sinuous length of the girl smirking directly behind him. Bear's lips followed him, plundering into his own with bruising forcefulness. Kakashi shivered as the girl ran the flat of her tongue over the small, hairless patch of skin just behind his ear. The drag of her long, richly colored fingernails raked invisible, electric eddies over his skin as she wrapped her arms around him and curled her hands around the dark blue hem of his shirt low over his belly.

"What," he tried to speak but a sharp yank to his hair had him wincing as his neck was craned back roughly. Kakashi swallowed loudly, watching nervously through one wide, grey eye as the fascinated gleam in both their eyes traced the minuscule movement of his adam's apple.

"Um..."

The rest of what he'd been about to say dissolved on his tongue as the top of his undies and the bottom of his t-shirt began to slide apart from each other at the same time. 

"Nngh-" he whined, and twisted reflexively, " Hey! What're you-"

The silver-haired teenager's lithe body started to fold forwards as his lanky arms shot down to his hips to catch his rapidly falling underwear. The girl squeezed tight up against him and let out a hot little puff of air against the nape of his neck. She gave his half-covered rump a hearty pinch that quickly devolved into a blatant, self-indulgent fondling.

"What's wrong, Kakashi?"

Bear's gruff voice dripped with mockery over him. The older boy lazily balled the front of the Copy-Ninja's shirt up under his chin in a tight, menacing wad in his fist. Kakashi's lips slipped open breathlessly as the tangle of his shirt, and the sharp angle it was being yanked at started to cut off his air supply. The slender boy, caught squirming and shivering between the two older adolescents, began to feel a little ill.

"I-"

 The air inside the cramped, dark closet they'd found themselves in was cold, icy against the bare skin of his heaving belly and chest. His hands flew up to clutch at Bear's blunt fists where they were crumpling the fabric of his shirt in a claustrophobic knot around his neck.

Immediately he felt a powerful volt of keen embarrassment and bizarrely terrified arousal at the same moment a rush of that cool, ticklish air blustered over his body, hips, and legs. Kakashi gasped audibly around the choking tug of his shirt, and his entire body jolted. Nerves humming with stinging disbelief and a burning sort of shame, the silver-haired boy looked down out of the corner of his uncovered eye.

The soft, comforting warmth of his grey boxer-briefs flashed palely up at him from amongst the collapsed pile of his navy blue pants. Puddled around the narrow length of his skinny, bandage-wrapped ankles. And, Kakashi's breath shook in his chest, as his vision jerked a nervous skate up the completely bare length of his body, taking in his ravaged appearance.

"Oh. My God..." The girl's voice nasaled darkly against the exposed dip of his spine, as she stepped back from him. Confusion and a horrified sort of alarm began to ring through Kakashi when he realized, with a stiff sort of understanding, that she was trying to get a better view. His bare hips twisted without him meaning them too, his body instinctively craving her departing warmth as his mind staggered to come to terms with the fact that he was practically, for all intents and purposes the only one naked in this tiny closet.

"Is that the son of the White Fang? Holy shit, that's so hot..."

Kakashi's eyes widened and a feeling like fizzing ice dropped heavily over his uncovered skin. The gasp he let out was almost half a whimper, he was so stunned. What was going on? How was this a game?

Bear pinched the tight, uncovered flesh of one of the Copy-Ninja' buttocks. Rubbed a devastatingly slow half-circle over the silky skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in it's wake. Flicked the defined curve of the teenager's rump once with a stinging snap of his pointer-finger and thumb. Kakashi recoiled, and the jerk of his hips had him profoundly aware of the all too visible wobble of every part of him that wasn't taut, lean muscle or hard, jutting bone. The feeling was simultaneously degrading and elating.

Kakashi whimpered. 

Bear was giving the girl a show. Never relinquishing his crushing hold on the tangle of Kakashi's shirt over the jumping pulse of his neck, Bear began to brush and dip his fingers along the intimate contours of the younger ANBU's helplessly exposed, finely tuned body. Making him twist and squirm, dangling before her like some sort of pathetic, wanton creature. Trapped for her amusement.

The humiliation and unexpectedness of it all had his ears burning so hotly it hurt.

The air began to race in Kakashi's chest. His hands shook where they scrabbled over Bear's clenched fist, and his body responded to every minuscule brush of his pale, hyper-sensitive skin. Somehow, it all began to feel so very far out of his control. Sure, he was a deadly assassin trained since birth on the numerous ways to incapacitate and kill a man... But right now he felt more helpless than he'd ever felt.

"Get him naked." The girl murmured a step behind him, her breath ghosting over the wispy hairs along the back of his neck, "All the way."

Bear grinned, his dark eyes searching Kakashi's gasping, uncovered face. Waiting till he saw the comprehension blooming in his solitary grey eye.

"Wait-Bear-" Kakashi made a sound that was half grunt, half whine and there was a terrible moment where his hands skated frantically over his own body as he tried to brush Bear's searching hand away from the softest parts of him whilst simultaneously keeping a cautionary grip on the hand that was choking him. 

"Do it." The girl husked, and her lips dragged in a smear over the jumping, bare skin of his shoulder, "I want him naked as the day he was born."

'No.' he wanted to say, 'Please'. But the words were lost in the sudden, dismantling sensation of his last truly protective article of clothing being shook from him, ripped from his neck and shoulders in a rough tug over his head that had the blood rushing in his ears and his stomach flipping in his belly. Kakashi cried out, and started to try and step away from Bear's towering figure, but his feet were caught in his discarded clothes. He tripped and spun away from the older boy, a harsh dry sob tumbling out of his tight chest, every inch of his skin singing where it connected with the icy, thin air.

"God, it's fucking sexy how bad he wants it." The girl was rifling through her purse. Looking for something.

He would have fallen if, at the very next moment, Bear's thick palm hadn't wrapped it's way back around Kakashi's slender neck from behind him. Bear jerked him roughly, cutting off the younger boy's air supply again with a cruel snap of his wrist. Kakashi's bare knees knocked together, and he flinched bodily when a wicked slap was whipped across the smooth, firm flesh of his bottom from behind him.

Kakashi blinked hard, horrified at the moisture beading along the tightly closed seam of Obito's Sharingan, hidden behind the slant of his hitae-ate.

His skin turned to ice at Bear's next words.

"You hear that, Kakashi?" and the older boy's voice was like acid, corroding his insides in an icy hot plume of sickening mortification and shame, "Even she can tell how much of a little slut you are."

There was nowhere to hide. No cool, unaffected attitude he could slip into, no mask to cover the tiny little variances of his facial expressions that he feared were too revealing. Their eyes crawled over his skin in a sort of lustful appraisal that burned with a sadistic gleam that had his skin dampening with fear-sweat, his entire body shaking. He felt sick. He wanted to go home.

He didn't want to be here. Naked and trapped, toyed with for two strangers amusement. Kakashi bit down another sob, before it broke free. Bear's hands were more forceful now, dragging the helpless reactions from his exposed body with a rushed sort of hunger that made Kakashi feel like he wasn't even in control of his own body anymore. 

When... When had he become this? This wasn't him, it-

"Remember the other week?" Bear's breath was so hot it burned ticklishly against his ear, "When we ran into each other in the jounin lounge?"

Kakashi tried to shake his head, but the boy pressed up against his spine caught his chin with one meaty grip of his hand, thick fingers digging into the babysoft skin of his face. Kakashi's breath hitched.

The girl had pulled out a slim, metallic object from her purse. She was holding it in front of her now, leveling it with Kakashi's uncovered grey eye as a red light in the corner blipped on. The Copy-ninja's eyes widened and his entire body jolted as the horror of what was happening fully hit him.

A camera. 

"No..." he moaned, and tried to turn away, and then a blind sort of panic took him over, "No! D-Don't."

"Ohh yes." Bear laughed in a gruff exhale behind him hat had the longer hair's hanging over the back of Kakashi's neck slipping over his shoulder as the younger boy began to thrash.

"Ah-Huh-" The smallest of sounds broke apart somewhere deep in his chest, but still managed to spill out. The ferocity of his thrashing escalated as each of his frantic bids for freedom were caught, handled, and mocked by Bear's dominating hands. Kakashi's cheeks were cold with the wet of his tears, his stomach hot and twisting wildly inside him.

"There were people standing talking, right outside the door." Bear's voice was relentless, bruising, "And even that wasn't enough to stop him from getting naked for me."

Kakashi froze in Bear's grip as the words pierced his heart. He grew still, his entire body shaking, and let his heavy eyelids close. He breathed raggedly. Trapped.

No matter how hard he struggled he couldn't escape. The very knowledge that there was nothing he could do, no way to remove himself from the degradation- it crippled him.

A choked sob burst it's way through his quivering lips. Bear's hand swiped a hot, searing line down the unprotected skin of his belly and joslted his penis. Kakashi flinched, and three tears slipped down his soft cheek from beneath his hitae-ate. But he refused to open his eyes.

It was too much. If he could just close his eyes, he could almost pretend that it was just him and Bear. That every single tortured reaction that was being dragged from his weak and undeniably powerless body wasn't being videotaped.

"He likes it when you're rough with him." 

Bear's hand returned to that secret place between his hips. This time it closed over him with bruising roughness, rubbing Kakashi's skin raw and making it hum with hurt. 

"Such a hungry little whore." 

"Hungry little whore."

The girl's voice was parroting Bear's dark growl.

"He'd take it from anyone."

"Take it from anyone."

No...

""As long," and a loud, stinging smack to his backside punctuated the words, "as they tell him he's been a good boy." smack, "That he's been such a perfect," smack, "little," smack, "plaything..."

Kakashi started to cry softly, both eyes shut tight. He started to crumple forwards, his knees folding under him, but Bear caught him again around the neck and jerked him back to a stand.

No, no, no...

"He'll let anybody fuck him."

"Anybody." The girl hummed wickedly, the grin evident in her voice.

"Anywhere."

"Anywhere."

Kakashi was starting to drift outside of his body. He was dizzy with the brunt of emotion and sensation that was rocking him to and fro like the waves of a storm that was far out at sea. He felt lost. Disconnected. Unreal.

 The slow, dominating slide of one of Bear's jean-clad thighs pushed it's way roughly between his thighs from behind; prying his legs open wide and rubbing against the tender, overly-sensitive skin of him.

The shame of it all, the rapidity of it; the intrusive disregard for anything he was quite so obviously feeling - Uncertainty, unbridled fear, and a half-acknowledged understanding that somehow he was being punished; and that he deserved it - That this was as close to feeling loved as he was probably ever going to get - It struck him deeply.

 His chest seemed to be caught, snagged on something terrible and thorny that was buried deep inside of him that made it so he couldn't really breathe. The sound of someone hyperventilating fogged wetly against his ears, and, with a hushed cry, Kakashi was forcefully brought to the mortified realization that it was him.

How had everything happened so fast?

Bear moved his leg against him, and Kakashi's entire body jerked as the grainy roughness of the other boy's pants dragged against the most intimate, sensitive part of him. He cried out sharply, brow dipping helplessly, and bit his lip to keep it from wobbling. She was still recording everything.

He... He-

"Why do I gotta wear a mask, Tou-san?"

Memory resurfaced like a blow to the back of his skull, ringing.

...