Subservient || Naruto & Sasuke

                            Between the fantasia of my oasis in the gardens of my house;
                           such a fake world; such a beautiful world I wanted to be part of,
                                       and the reality of spilling; spilling blood;
                         of golden sands that buried a many masques of chained gladiators
                                 just outside in the training fields of wood and sweat ,
                                     I chose to be a shadow beneath the fire of
                                  our glory; our greed for more wealth and power.
Smoking tobacco beneath a willow tree, the grace of exotic travelers, the dark eyes disappeared beneath the veil of my black, black lashes.With each inhale and exhale of the intoxicating poison between my lips, everytime I closed my eyes, I remembered the untouched; unstained blue eyes of my slave.Pink petaled; oval shaped lips became the shape of a perfect ‘oh’ when the smoke left my puckered lips as my fallen angel’s; as my beautiful slave’s blue eyes kept haunting me.An obsession, I say, an infection—
                                                                        “Naruto.”
His given name fell from my bottom lip; like a dripping; dripping water; dripping honey.If I could… If I would… a gentle sigh when my eyes rose beneath the fluttering lashes as a high pitched scream of a gladiator, like the horrors; the nightmares; the restless cries of the burning opera house disturbed the bright blue sky and the glow of the sunlight.Another has fallen; myfather was so strict; my brother showed no mercy on the prized warriors of our holy; sacred blood and honor.
                           I am just a prisoner of my own rustied chain and golden cage;
                               as Naruto is for this damned land of masters and slaves.
I began to rise to my height when I heard the wooden wheel of the expected carriage echoed on the ancient carvements of the stones… tap… tap… tap. Shaking my head in slight, the silk, midnight blue locks swaying from this side to another in a gentle tango, I began to walk towards my own chambers; the marble pillars of pastel and tulle I could see from the corner of my eyes, my barren steps were my only companions… close, so close, just a little more and I would find the boy whose jewel eyes played with me like a puppet on strings. Paled fingertips curling around the golden handle of my bedroom’s majestic door, resembling a playful feline, I slipped into the room with a gentle thud of a closing door.
There he was, like a mischievous boy, rubbing his cheeks to chase away the excessive white powder the masquerade dancers would use. Sea of white all I could see, until sun blessed locks that crowned his face and the maddening blue eyes colored my vision. An insolent chuckle once more. Such a beauty pleasing my senses…
                                         “So, they did clean you up, like I wanted.
                                                   Naruto.
                                                   My name is Sasuke, your new master.”

「 ℕ 」— The door opened without the blond’s knowledge. He only became aware of the presence upon closing and turned to glance over his shoulder, eyes narrowing at the sight before him. How dare he. Why did the rich have power over a human being, to entrap and toy with however they saw fit. It was clear to Naruto exactly the kind of work he’d be put to here, considering he was cleaned up so nicely. Of course he was having none of it. “Like you wanted, huh?” He sneered, turning his back to the raven and staring out the window once more. “You’re just Sasuke, nothing more, nothing less.” He growled out, folding arms across his chest so tightly that his muscles ached. An ultimate defense that was often forcibly shattered due to his disobedience.

But who could blame him? Who actually wanted to be a slave, not to mention in this world where death was just a common occurrence with little mourning or sorrow. It was a way of life, one of which Rome would be confused without. They bathed in the blood of their enemies on a regular occasion, watched as men fought to their death and fucked women until they were nothing but empty shells of their former selves. That was exactly how a regular roman would have lived. But those such as Sasuke lived without knowing the true cruelty of the world, and whilst Naruto had indeed saw him as someone worth protecting from those horrors, now he was just another man with money who he’d gladly bankrupt of the opportunity were to arise.

“You won’t use me, I’m not like any other slave.” How many had repeated those words, even before the blond before being savagely beaten and tossed in a corner to rot. Those masters only saw red, acted on their own violent impulses and broke their own property before realizing the money they’d spent, only to further destroy. Without another word, he stood, moving to the bedside table and hovering over a large bowl of water that was often used for refreshment. A glance to the raven, eyes burning with the utmost hatred before he picked up the porcelain bowl and poured it’s contents upon his head.

The makeup was removed, scars returning and tanned skin coming to light. He was still clean, but at least now it was in the skin he remembered, the skin that had kept him alive from so much. It wouldn’t be covered just because someone wished it to be. Ignoring the soaked floor, he tossed the shoulder down, the toga remaining snugly around his waist but at least now his chest was on display. “This is what you bought, I’m not something you can just change.” More growls, warnings, his eyes wandering down his own body and hand lingering on the burnt flesh that proved him to be a gladiator in training. Several slashes cut through it, some deeming him unfit for the role and had attempted to remove the mark entirely. But it held fast, the light scars being nothing compared to the darkened flesh.

“So go ahead. Send me back. I’m not the pretty thing you desire.”

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