Warnings: This is aimed to be an erotic story graced with angst and yaoi lemons, so if you do not enjoy reading about homosexual relationships/sex or expect to find character's fucking each other senseless and wanting to be raped in every paragraph, this is not your story.

I have no damn idea where this came out of, but it suddenly popped in my head this afternoon and I just had to write it, so here it is. Hope you like it :)

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Uchiha Sasuke only had one thing in his life worth lingering to. Born in misery, raised by a bunch of scrimpy thieves, stripped of his dignity in countless occasions and always sold to the highest bidder, the only thing which he could still hang onto was something as trivial as his name. It was his sole possession. He had heard stories. Stories about the exploits, wealth and power the Uchiha clan disposed of or at least, had disposed of once in history. That was, until a twist of fate decided to siege the clan. No, not fate; one of its own kinsmen. Murder. Genocide, slaughter, reckoning, vengeance, justice… the outcome had been called by many names. Yet no one could sentence the truth, thus that's what tales are for; granting a sort of freedom of speculation. Not that Sasuke cared anyway. The only thing that mattered was that luckily, what else if not, his life had been spared. It made sense. Whoever had been responsible for the death of Sasuke's relatives, would most probably have no knowledge of the existence of an Uchiha running loose in the world, begging for a piece of bread in the streets or to his masters when he happened to be under one's wing. There was no time for shame to be held, nor time for tears to be shed. Not if Sasuke wanted to survive. The first time he had been picked up from a filthy corner and delivered to a committee integrated by low ranked nobles; he had been sold to a retired shinobi. The man was tired after walking down the self-sacrifice road; serving his country by breaking bones, chopping down heads and bleeding for a so called 'nation stability'.

Therefore he seemed to have no remorse in beating up Sasuke whenever he erred in completing his chores or demands as efficiently as expected or simply refused to perform them from the start. That was, of course, until the ninja whipped, strangled or injured him in any possible form; then Sasuke would comply. He was around eight then and if that was supposed to be childhood for a street wanderer, then he might as well prefer not to recall having any infancy.

Next thing he knew, he was on his own again and it wasn't until he turned fourteen that he was sold once again. This time to a grumpy old nobleman who spend his time between either unwelcomed paperwork or young women's legs. Sometimes even men's. Exactly because of his master's indifference regarding his sexual preferences, was how Sasuke discovered what sex was and not precisely its theory. He was rude, gruff, insensitive and luckily; fast. After all, he could claim Sasuke any time. Sasuke was pretty sure he had never been much of a crier, at least as far as he could remember; which most likely was from seven. But that day he cried. He crawled up onto the bed and under the sheets – it was nice to be able to collapse in a mattress after so long - twining his shaking frame into a ball, still feeling his master's sticky manhood dripping between his legs as he wept for what seemed like hours until sleep finally hit him.

Sasuke's next master was by far the worst of them all. He was sixteen and therefore no longer sold at child's price, although the fact that he had already been sexually tainted did lower his fee. With his first master, basic needs as meals, water and sleep seemed to be something unnecessary for survival to the ninja – at least regarding Sasuke – but he was free from sexual harassment. With his second, Sasuke was granted the liberty to wander around the various luxury chambers, was treated to meals and offered as much sleep as required, as long as Sasuke would later on indulge his master's whims, which obviously involved a huge amount of sex. Compared to his third, the other two previous one's almost seemed merciful. Almost.

The irony was that although his third master had been the executor of the most deep and indelible scars that Sasuke still pondered nowadays, he had in a sense also been the most absent. He locked up Sasuke in a room; depriving him of food, water, interaction and even light for most of the time. His master would usually enter Sasuke's cell once a day, sometimes twice if he had great need or hadn't been enough satisfied yet. At first, Sasuke was glad – as glad as anyone could be in his situation – that his master didn't give him any chores to carry out – besides pleasuring him, if that can be considered an actual occupation – but after what Sasuke thought as of months – not like he could keep an exact track of time – he actually would've not even minded to beg to be forced to take care of any job. Any. By that time, even scraping floors and washing clothes seemed an enjoyable task. Anything before just sitting around; chained up in a dark room, counting the seconds to be toyed with by his master and beaten to unconsciousness. Though, Sasuke knew he had to accept sometimes he even wished for his master to walk in, no matter what the consequences were. It was a twisted and unconceivable crave, but he guessed it was what was called 'need for human contact'.

Sasuke's stay under his third master's ownership must've lasted a year. He could tell by the temperature shifts that draped the room, which meant his seventeenth birthday was approaching or had already flown by. But that fact was far from his main concern at the moment, thus he had just happened to awake in an unknown chamber. There was a couch, a set of carpets gathered around the room, a big wooden table next to a kitchen counter in one side and a shelf filled with books and unfamiliar items, among other things. Sasuke was laying on the couch and quickly sat up, inspecting his surroundings thoroughly. That's when he realized he was wearing a dark blue yukata tied on neatly. Now he was sure he no longer was in his master's residence and was probably not even under his care anymore, thus he'd never educe Sasuke from his cell and much less dress him into that. Unless it was some kind of wicked joke. He was about to stand up and make his way through the place when the only door in sight suddenly opened.

"You're so dead, man. That was a nobleman back there."

"So?"

"So Pain's gonna beat your sorry ass when he figures out you ditched a feudal lord's offer. Lot of money there."

"I guess my ass is not as cheap as yours, then."

"Say what?"

Sasuke stared blankly at the two subjects that had just intruded and seemed totally unaware of his presence. One was a redhead, who walked confidently towards the kitchen counter, opening one of the cabinets, while the other man, a long haired blonde, stood in the middle of the room, near the couch.

"I'm not even discussing this with you, Deidara. It is not worth the time."

"But you are aware of the shit load you've put yourself on top?"

Sasuke moved to gain a better view of both men and the shift of his body weight on the couch finally alerted Sasori and Deidara.

"Wohoa! Newbie's up!"

Sasori only gave Sasuke a brief glance before continuing to pour water in a glass.

"Slept well princess?" Deidara moved closer to Sasuke.

No response.

"Aaah, you're a quite one. Although I was expecting that", he leaned over the edge of the couch, his face now only a few inches from Sasuke's before he purred sensually next to his earlobe, "don't worry, we'll have time to fix that."

"Quit the crap, Deidara, it's his first day", Sasori spat from the other side of the room. Deidara hissed and retreated, walking towards the door he had entered through.

"Whatever. I'm going to go call Pain; he must be eager to personally meet his new purchase."

And with that, Deidara left both Sasuke and Sasori behind in silence. None of them made any attempt of conversation; one because of his lack of interest and the other because of his still fazed shock and years of knowledge that had shown him to never speak if not asked to. It wasn't long until Deidara returned, accompanied by a tall orange haired man who wore several piercings along his face and had a pair of purple disturbing eyes. Once the man walked towards the couch, Sasuke noticed there seemed to be somebody else standing near the entrance, but the angle didn't allow him to discern if his assumptions were correct. Deidara made himself comfortable in a seat, while Sasori left the room without further words. Pain stood in front of Sasuke, fully scanning the boy.

"Is your name Sasuke?" Pain asked bluntly. Sasuke still remained silent, slightly curving his back in a defensive position.

"Answer."

Now that made things much more clear.

"Yes." Sasuke's voice sounded unfamiliar to himself, he couldn't recall when he had last spoken and he sensed the dryness and quiver that had risen in his throat.

"Do you know where you are? And I expect you to answer every further question without me having to carve it in your forehead."

Pain's tone was defiant and there was no emotion to be read in his features.

"No." There was absolutely no way he was still at his master's hideout and the inflow of so many people in such a short time was making Sasuke quite uneasy.

"You are in Akatsuki. I have purchased you under the condition of slave, which I am aware you are familiar with. You are expected to operate under our brothel's rules and comply any order given by your superiors, whom you'll be introduced to later on. Have I made myself clear?"

There was a heavy silence. One of those ones you do not want to be put through under any circumstances. Brothel? He did say a brother, right? Isn't that a whorehouse? I've been bought as a sex slave? Sasuke's mind was spinning, trying to process the incoming information that had struck him numb. No. Fucking. Way.

"Pain sure doesn't like to repeat himself, little princess. I'd answer fast if you wanna keep your head in place", Deidara's voice rang playfully, making Sasuke snap out of his commotion.

"Y-yes, you have made yourself clear."

"Master. You shall address me and your superiors as master from now on."

That wasn't new.

"I understand, master."

"Then you shall be escorted to your room and wait for further orders." Pain ceased the staring and walked over the entrance, not without warning Deidara to keep his mouth shut from now on before he left. After some quiet cursing from the blonde, he also exited the chamber.

"I'll see you soon, princess", Deidara joked before disappearing down the aisle.

Wait. Wasn't he supposed to be escorted? God knows where the Hell Sasuke was right now and how many rooms and hallways this place had.

"So you're Sasuke". A smooth and calm voice echoed in the room and Sasuke almost jumped out of his seat at the unexpected tune. There was a man standing in front of the entrance now, glancing down at Sasuke. So there had been someone else there. He was slim and taller than Sasuke. Some dark hair fell straight along his face while the rest of it was tied in a loose ponytail. His eyes were as dark as his locks and two thin tear ducts lined clearly under his sockets. He stood still a few seconds, waiting for any possible reply from Sasuke and continued to speak as he received none.

"My name is Itachi. I'm guessing the first thing you'll be wondering about me is if I'm one of the ones you have to address as Master. Well, technically, I am. But you can ignore the title; I don't mind you calling me by my name."

Now that was new.

Sasuke had learned by heart, or rather by fist, some basic guidelines that no slave should forget in order to preserve his life or at least to avoid some harsh punishment. And addressing his owners in a respectful manner such as Master was on the list's top ten, as well as never speaking or locking gazes if not ordered to. Itachi wasn't surprised though by Sasuke's silence. He was after all used to dealing with slaves, regardless of their age, gender or past and most of them were to frightened and psychologically destroyed to even dare to rise their voice if they were not a hundred percent sure they wouldn't receive a reprimand in return.

"I mean it. You will not be punished if you don't call me Master. Although I guess it should be best if you did in front of others, but when left alone, there is no need for you to do so."

Sasuke's body was turned towards Itachi, but his gaze was hidden under his bangs as his chin was lowered, preventing Itachi from being able to see through him. This is not going to be easy. Not that he expect it to be; the information Itachi had received about Sasuke's whereabouts before landing in Akatsuki was surely not encouraging.

"Come, I'll show you around." Itachi anticipated something, anything, to come out of the boy's lips, but that was probably asking for too much. Sasuke's body tensed. He did not feel like being toured, did not feel like following anyone, did not feel like talking and definitely did not feel like being in a fucking whorehouse! How the heck had he ended up here? For how long was he going to be staying? Was he really going to be fucked by random people every day?

Oh I am so screwed.

"I know it's your first day, so you probably must be going through quite a few mental struggles, but you won't be required to work until tomorrow or even the day after…"

And that's supposed to make me feel better or something?!

"… so I could just take you straight to your room. You'll get to know the place sooner enough anyway."

Ah, yeah. He's trying to be nice… not falling for that one.

Itachi was still eyeing him. Was he stubborn, slow or just freaking scared? Either way, he had to get Sasuke moving some way or another.

"I'm not going to act as if I know how you feel, that would be naïve of me. But what I can assure you is you'll be better off coming with me now than staying here alone. You'd be a juicy appetizer for this bunch of horndogs."

There, now that's better.

Sasuke finally acknowledged Itachi's speech by slowly getting up of the couch. Itachi grinned satisfied, seeing the boy walk towards him, though Sasuke's gaze was still shallowly fixated on the ground.

"It's a big place, so stay close", Itachi warned, waiting for Sasuke to get nearer, "you'll probably still get lost the first times you wander alone."

Great. As if I didn't already have enough shit on me.

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Yup, sorry, no lemon in this one. Can't expect me to throw in graphic sex from the start if I wanna give this some damn consistency, but do not fear, cause there will be plenty of yaoi yumminess. I mean, we're talking about Uchihacest AND Akatsuki summed up in one; so something good has to come out of that, right?

REVIEWS would help knowing what you think of this start AND – now this is important, dear readers – I'd LOVE to know which pairs you'd like me to write for (oh and in case you still haven't noticed, ItaSasu is out of question) :D