Subservient || Naruto & Sasuke

Such a rare jewel;
Broken.
Crushed.
Wounded.
How many a time did they touch you? How many a time did they harm you? Just how did you learn to hide the crystal tears that would pool inside the fading; dying blue eyes each time you cursed your fate; each time you cried, silent… silent… tears, as the darkness sang a lullaby to your ear? How sweet it must have felt to find the power deep inside your mourning heart as it yearned for something so dear; something that could never be with you again… how bitter it must have felt to reach for the light, so blindly, so helplessly that keeps twisting and turning; keeps escaping from you each time your bleeding fingertips brushed its shell…
The merciless gods above chose not to hear your voice,
You could never forgive them, can you, Naruto?
If I could do something…
If I could just see you spread your wings and fly towards the blue, blue sky above us…
perhaps I too… would escape from the chains around my throat that kept me so still; that kept me so awake;
that made me drink from the river of blood flowing in my veins.
The first time I saw a gladiator; a slave to the arena fall on his knees,
The first time I felt the thrill of seeing his flesh torn apart inch by inch ruthlessly; devoured like a delicious, bloody meat; animalistic,
The first time my tiny hands hold the bloodied sword that murdered fallen warriors’s body and honor,
The first time I… I… laughed and asked for more; more; more death! More!…
I became a slave to this cruel world I was born into.
“Without knowing you granted what I desired, Naruto.
I was going to ask you to remove your make up and
strip. What a good slave you are.”
A physique that deserved to be a gladiator… moonlight dewed fingertips began to caress those hard muscles I admire with a hitch of my breath;
Those blue, blue eyes I became addicted to as I watched with my own black, black eyes deserved to be a part of the sky above us… a gloria of freedom;
Tanned skin that cannot live without the glow of the sun; without the outside world’s naked grace… Naruto… you… deserve to be free.
“Keep your sense.
I like how you defend yourself.
But… just what do you think of me?”
The softness of my melodies; the calmness inside my eyes. The snow whiteness of my fingertips began to tangle themselves amongst the sun blessed locks that were so soft; so, so beautiful before I pulled him down, down, down… until the ravenette locks traced his scarred cheeks; until blue and black could only see each other, nothing more, no… until the tip of our noses touched in a bittersweet embrace of dead lovers.
“This could be different, much more different.
You do know the best.
I—“
Perhaps… I should talk no more.
This house was the embodiment of three greatest sins; as we breath the demons live with us.
My father… the greed…
my brother… the wrath…
me… the lust. I desire to play games; lull the slaves and the gladiators to inside my bedroom and my garden; do anything… anything… that could maket hem say ‘I can’t live without you’, ‘be at my side’. I am just a peon… for this house. Yet… Naruto… you don’t want me, right?
“Don’t be foolish.
Do you really want to return
to that place?”
Lips became a thin line… as I gazed into those eyes… my duties and my emotions… damn… everything is such a mess. What shall I do, brother?

「 ℕ 」— He was tricked. In some way, form, he was tricked, and he refused to believe anything else. There was no way he had actually aided his ‘master’s’ desires, it was mere coincidence and nothing more. It wasn’t obedience. That was when the blond’s mind began to slowly slip apart. That demeanor he kept up constantly, the hardened gladiator that took nothing from no one was drifting away piece by piece. He was being broken open, and he hated it.

Those hands touched against his skin and he jumped, hands almost swatting the other’s away only to have a reminder of what happened last time. He denied a master and ended up with yet another mark to his already damaged skin. So, with hesitation, his arms dropped to his side and he remained still. It wasn’t Naruto giving in, not in the slightest. He just wasn’t giving the raven reason to lash out. He was far smarter then that.

Then Sasuke was in his hair, touching against his cheeks, fiddling with the parts of him that made him him. That blond hair that often stood out, the wounded cheeks that branded him a fox and gave him a reputation, but often saved him from the cruelest of beings too fearful to buy him. They saw him as a demon, his attacks appearing as if they came from nine places at once; like nine tails dashing the brains from his opponent.

So close. A small tilt of his head and their lips would touch. He would find if those pale lips felt as soft as they looked, if they tasted as good as he imagined. He wanted to return the favor, tangle his fingers between the locks of black, to make claim upon claim upon that porceline skin and ensure that he came out on top. But those thoughts only angered Naruto.

“What I think of you?” A growl, the lust clouding his eyes disappearing into a fit of rage. He rushed forward, knocking his so called master onto the bed and pinning him there by his wrists. Legs lay on either side of his hips, the remainder of the water dripping down. “I hate you. I’d kill you if given the choice, but I’d rather not dirty my hands. All who call themselves master are nothing but scum, they deserve to rot."

As he spoke something came to light. If his own family had not of turn into money issues, he would have been in this same situation. He would have been required to buy a slave of his own, to use him or her how he so desired. So who was he to fight back? When these were the rules.. Though troublemakers always broke the rules. The blond leaned down then, blowing his hot breath against Sasuke’s neck and dragging his teeth across the flesh. "The second I get the chance..” He began, whispering out the words. “I’ll tear our your neck."

Pushing himself off and shifting the toga’s shoulder back into place, Naruto ruffled his own hair to remove the access water, his body threatening to tremble from those actions; pride being the only thing ensuring stillness.

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