Subservient || Naruto & Sasuke

Such a wild flower;
Such a wild animal,
awaiting to be tamed in my own hands.
If I were to inhale your exotic, beautiful scent, would I be lost inside the wilderness; would I burn inside the dancing blue flames of your eyes? If I were to brush your dirty; messied yellow locks that fell upon your forehead, away from your eyes, would you eat me; devour me like a delicious; bloody meat? As the bittersweet dark eyes watched the beautiful; fiece and wild azure jewels, I found myself lost in a jungle; lost in a forest that wants no human presence inside the kingdom of emerald green and blue, blue sky that could never be enslaved by our human hand.
I could my own god say;
‘Go on. Take him. Make him yours.
He could be your greatest salvation or greatest mistake.’
Such an ecstasy of a criminal; of an animal;
Such an irresistabe desire to take a sip from
the prestine water he held so dear to his heart,
behind the blue flames of his eyes,
behind the laments and curses he spat with his naughty tongue.
Before I knew,
I fell in a cruel love,
Those blue eyes.
Never did I see such a feverish rebellion,
Never will I see in my life again.
“What a disappointment. My words are for you guardian.
Not only did you let me see this slave in such an unpleasent fashion,
But also you are hurting him.
Shouldn’t it be your job to make him look appealing to my eyes?
I want something beautiful to look at!”
My eyes do not wish to look away. I could not turn away, I just want to gaze into the beautiful blue eyes of yours, my dear, Naruto. But I did growl, I did show my fangs. I could feel the guard trembling, resembling an autumn leaf, trrembling in fear. Apologies did came, one after another.
“… Clean him up and send him to the House of Uchiha,
I will buy him after a closer inspection.
I want no scars on his body, am I clear?”
Head tilted to side in slight, an unspoken order, as the guard placed my cloak around my shoulders once more. Plush; rose petaled lips shaped into a grin as a milky palm rested itself on the unforgiven coldness of the stone wall and my lips leaned towards the ear of my beautiful slave, so, so close, close enough to be seen as a sweet, tender kiss of a lover.
“Ne, I think you and I going to have a great relationship, Naruto.
I will see you in my chambers later this evening again.
For now… goodbye, f o x.”
His threats. A white le or a violet truth? You are so powerful, you know this beautiful and cruel world better than I do. Yet… the way those eyes challenge me, the way your lips open and close, open and close to speak to me… it’s turnnig me on… I want to tame you, I want to punish you, I want to praise you…
I want—
A chuckle as I began to leave his cage and I already began to miss those jewel eyes I found myself drawn to.

「 ℕ 」— Was that defense? Someone standing up for the slave when all had dragged him through the dirt and demanded he work without pity? For a split second the blond thought that his might be his savior, that the raven could actually take him from this wretched world and deliver him to freedom. But then he continued and all illusions shattered. How foolish was he to believe that the other would care. He was merely a slave and nothing more, a toy, an object to stare at, use and abuse.

Why apologize to such scum. All idolizing thoughts quickly left his head, as this was merely another man more interested in claiming the title of slave master then he was in the person he was controlling. Like all the others before him. Still, Naruto not once looked away for he would not give in. Until the very last second he was defiant, keeping eye contact no matter how much those dark eyes now pissed him off. It struck to his very core, the hatred that was suddenly developed.

Then he became too close and the blond froze. That hypnotic voice whispered in his ear, words he chose not to hear until his name was purred out. He truly was a beast in the process of being tamed, lured in by such promise only to find that no haven lay on the other side. There was only further torture and hell. There was only.. only.. Fox.

His mind suddenly snapped into alertness, his head quickly moving to the others in order to cause some sort of damage only to find he was no longer there. Seconds earlier and he might have smashed such chiseled features into the wall and dashed that porcelain skin with blood. Oh how it would have made him smile, to see the look of fear upon his master’s face as the demented youth lavished in his destruction. But such a thing never happened, and he cursed himself each time he heard the footsteps of the man leaving until he heard no more.

It didn’t take long after for Naruto to be removed from his bindings, tossed into the back of a wagon and transported elsewhere. His mouth, eyes and legs were soon bound, arms locked behind his back to ensure no fuss could be given until finally it was time for him to be ‘prettied’ up like the Uchiha had requested. The entire time the blond cursed his name, muttering all sorts of profanities into the cloth gag until it became drenched in saliva and turned his stomach. It was removed last, the slave bending over and gasping for air as if it would actually have gained him any sort of remorse. Servants only waited until he had finished before getting to work, ensuring that not a spot on him had been left unclean.

The end result was nothing like Naruto had ever seen before. His skin shone, powdered down with some form of make up to hide all markings from previous owners. Even the markings on his face had been forcibly hidden, his hand smacked away each time he tried to rub the substance off. “You must look well for the young master!” One scolded, applying more to his face until only faint lines could be seen. Even then one would have to stand rather close to notice.

Before being 'placed’ inside of a chamber he knew not off, the blond was dressed in a white toga that hung from one shoulder and draped across his chest, hiding the gladiator’s insignia that was burned into his left side. Only that he was glad of, the mark bringing back far too many unwanted memories that he’d rather discard. Now unaware of who’s skin this was, his tanned composure now dyed a chalky pale colour, he sat on the edge of the bed and directed his attention out the window, rubbing at his cheeks in an attempt to remove at least some of the dust that had too quickly set in and clung to his skin.

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