Subservient || Naruto & Sasuke

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The darkness kissed; heavily fluttered lashes almost touched the snow whiteness of my cheekbones when the porcelain and beautiful body dipped more and more inside the soothing intoxicating warm water of my family’s bath—Pastel palette, of the greatest artisans Rome gave birth to, touched the stone walls and floors of this bath. The flowers from the meadows far and beyond the golden; burning sands and frozen; arising mountains gave their beautiful; innocent scents in the golden vases they were placed in, on the four corners of this stone embellished bath. The silk curtains that came from the mystic; unknown lands of Far East fell from the ancient pillars like a beautiful; prestine cascade.
      Hot—
A soft sigh left the pinkish; puckered lips ; snow whiteness of my fingertips tangling themselves amongst the wet, silk midnight blue locks when I tilted my head to side in slight. Beside me, on her knees, a servant girl sat. Her shy thighs could hide no more as a white tulle clung to her hourglass figure; her dainty, small hips; only shadowing her genitelia. A pendant was hanging between her round; newly blossomed breasts. Our pendant. The house of Uchiha’s symbol and glory. A white and red fan. An onyx eye appeared beneath the thick; curved lashes when naughty fingertips reached to curl themselves around the pendant. A dire appreciation and ablazed honor shone inside the playful darkness of my eye.
“What is the meaning of this necklace around your throat?”
“That I belong to this house, that I am servant for this fan until I die.”
An insolent smirk curling itself upon the oval shaped; rosy lips. Narrowed; lean hips began to rise from the crystal water of diamonds and sapphires when I pulled her closer to me, closer, much closer… A shine of mischief in my eyes as my greedy lips almost touched her collarbone, licking, sucking, biting… almost there, almost—
“Here you are foolish otouto. I would hate to prevent you from your pleasures
But we need to visit the slave market. Meet me at the front gates, if you will.”
An annoyed huff. Just like him. Just like him. The older raven bemused underneath his breath and turned his back without another word, leaving no room for objection or discussion.
                        This was a hot day indeed—
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“How many times do I have to tell you, Sasuke? You are of age, you will have your own slave this day;
                            You will either bring glory to our name as a statesman or as a leader of our military prowess, our gladiators. Please, brother, leave your fantasies to another twilight, for the sake of the Uchiha House.”
His words reaching to my ears. The words I no longer wish to hear. The words that keeps wounding my heart; more and more; more and more blood… the bandaged heart… the pained heart. The unconditional love. The endless protection from the poisoned tongues that would burn me alive. The snow whiteness of my fingertips began to curl towards my milky palms when black, black inked lashes fell upon the dark gaze like a veil; like a shame. Our soundless steps echoing behind ouur cloaked figures as we walked through the bazaar and I thought—
O God. When will I be free of my own chains?
When will I be free of my bloodied name;
my untouched; unspoken past of dead roses?
“Itachi. You do know… how corr—“
“…”
His finger touched my lips. A taboo, I wished to speak. Behind our name laid murder; laid lust; laid greed. Enslaved to our red and white fan the citizens and slaves admire, only we knew the black, black flames our forefathers casted on to us; our grandfathers and the shadows of the Rome. The shadows of a this glorious city of wealth and glamour. The perils and the colorless flowers beneath the stones of civilization and perfection.
“I will leave you here, Sasuke.
Don’t forget,
I will always love you. Ja ne.”
His smile. His love. A silent promise between us. As we parted our ways, My head rose in my arrogance as the slave master led me through the dark corridors and chained slaves. My playful side began tor ise from the forbidden lands of my black, black heart…
Blue eyes.
Blue, blue eyes.
They were burning, burning;
So alive, so… alive… burn me up…
He was alive.
“What is your name, slave?”
Letting my cloak fell from my shoulders with a beautiful grace of falling, falling autumn leaves, I began to walk towards the boy. Dirty blond hair, scarred cheeks, tanned skin… a pity… for something so beautiful to fall into this cruel, cruel world… the world of Rome… the hands of Rome.

「 ℕ 」— Raise your head. Stare your master in the eye. Show the dominance, the defiance, that you will not bow. Such thoughts ran through the blond’s mind as the cellar door opened and a male entered. He was young, obviously new to the slave master regime, although not enough that he blanked Naruto entirely like many have done. It was the role of the other to show dominance now or forever be ruled by the slaves they’d bought. But the blond wouldn’t give in so easily. He would stand tall and defy no matter what.

However that didn’t mean he’d ignore the other entirely. After all, no one could have been as cruel as the one who marked him, who carved those horrid scars into his cheeks and branded him a fox without consent, not that it would have been acknowledged regardless. “Naruto.” He responded, head raised and eyes locking onto those dark orbs. Why did such a youth have to be dragged into this world of slavery and masters? He seemed so innocent, so new to the world with no prior knowledge as to how indecent it could be.

“Call me fox and I’m likely to kill you.” A simple phrase he repeated often, warning every master of this simple request in the presence of others so that if he did ever snap, the blame would not fall upon him. After all, some did consider slaves to be people too and would fight for their rights. It was rare, never to have happened in Naruto’s gaze, but he kept the hopes that someday it might. The guard became quickly flustered at the slave’s words, beating the bars and letting out growls of protests to which Naruto merely ignored, keeping all focus on the one he assumed to be his new master.

“If you can’t handle disobedience, then you’re better off getting someone else. I won’t yield to you, or anyone.” More warnings for he wanted no beatings if this fact was to be realized too late. Then, like always, he was punished for his words. The sheath of a blade came flying in through the bars, a large clatter informing the guard that he’d hit the target head on. With reddening cheek, Naruto lowered his head slightly, but kept his eyes staring at the raven, having not once looked away. A stare down of sorts, to prove he wasn’t just all talk like many others who fell pray to their master’s wishes after some.. convincing.

“Shut your mouth, fox!” The words were said to purposely anger him though he ignored them. For they were said in vengeance, to provoke and prove a point; Naruto would not be used in such a way.

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