Slave AU || dxttebayo & sandy-pillows 

sandy-pillows:

A glance down at the boy and then over to his disbelieving father and Gaara have them a curt nod. Indeed his father was surprised that he wanted a male. Not that it was unusual to see a man desiring another man, but apparently it wasn’t what Gaara’s father thought to know about his son until now. However, the teenager smirked lightly as the old man paid for his new toy, knowing how much he confused him with this act and enjoying it. He wouldn’t lay a finger on the blond, at least not in this way, but make him understand a few important things soon.

It didn’t take long until all the arrangements were done and they took him home, a house that made most people jealous, even those who also got the privilege of being a citizen. But what was Gaara able to say? They had money, influence and a reputation. His family was important after all and they knew how to push things to their advantage. That his father not realized what he did at night and that he was like this because of the things he witnessed ever since he was an infant was something Gaara wasn’t able to understand.

As soon as they were back at home Gaara left for his room, wanting to take a nap. He knew they would bathe the blond and prepare him, make him “perfect” and finally bring him into his room, if Gaara was lucky they didn’t give him any drugs and let the boy still wear something. After all this was something planned by his father and Gaara knew to what extend the old man goes to make sure his son doesn’t leave the mansion anymore at night. Sighing he hid his head under a pillow in the huge canopy bed and fell slowly asleep. Maybe he was still able to push this whole thing to his interest.

「 ℕ」— The release of his head only proved that he was sold. No one would dare lay a hand on a bought slave and so for the moment, he gained a small freedom. Taking in the moment, he got back to his feet and moved along with the new master, soon transported away to remove all evidence of his previous work. He always hated this part the most. When other slaves cleaned him, removed every spec of dirt, covered his markings with makeup that only felt heavy on his skin. They tried so desperately each time to remove the whiskers, for they were proof of another owner, but not once did Naruto allow it to happen. They were a part of him, a horrid part, a reminder that this world could be so beautiful yet cruel. 

              Upon drying and being thrown into dark clothing that was far too tight for him, he was tossed aside and pointed in the direction of the room in which his new master lay sleeping. “Please him.” The or else was implied, a hand hovering over his shoulder before a light push was given. The blond, clearly uncomfortable in a house that screamed their wealth, he slowly made his way towards the room, picking at the clothing in an attempt to stretch it further. His shirt only reached the top of his stomach, and barely, showing off a swirl tattoo that had been drawn upon him in his younger years; a sign of his previous life. Only those with enough money dared tattoo themselves. They tried desperately to cover it, streaks of powder causing the black lines to lighten, but it was near impossible to hide. 

              Shaky hands were soon upon the door, pushing it in whilst he took in a deep breath. His attitude would play a big part in this, making the difference between a submissive slave, or a disobedient one. “What the fuck do you want with me?” Giving no regard to his sleeping master, Naruto leaned against the door frame and stared in, arms folded and eyes narrowed.