Satin Shackles.

Prologue.

"Ugh… Why? Why must I come with you? You know I absolutely hate shopping, and you actually have me tag along shopping for accessories? I've decided: you hate me." Sasuke was walking extra slowly, making it known to his elder brother that he was moping. The man didn't really seem to care, however, he decided a different approach. "I'm supposed to be at school, you know, dad's going to be pissed at you for just randomly pulling me out of class." He wiped at his nose, never mind the fact that he hadn't actually been in class at the time… but was in the middle of being beat up pretty bad in the stairwell. Itachi looked back at his younger sibling in annoyance. "Mother asked me to take you here, you're fourteen now, it's about time you had some accessories of you own." He halted in his step. "We're here."

Sasuke looked up at the building in front of them. It looked like a perfectly ordinary shop, except the windows were covered by long burgundy curtains and there was no sign stating its purpose anywhere. Itachi opened the door and walked in, and Sasuke followed him. What had his mother meant by that? What kind of a thing were they going shopping for exactly? He secretly hoped it would be a firearm or other kind of weapon, if he had one of those his classmates wouldn't dare pick on him anymore. Of course he could just tell his father what was going on, but that would disgrace him more than the frequent beatings ever could. The salesman greeted his brother cheerfully, leading him to a door in the back of the tiny, what appeared to be, liquor store. "A new shipment just came in, there's sure to be something of interest for you! And this will be Sasuke's first, isn't that right?" Itachi answered him, since said youngster's voice had gotten stuck in his throat at seeing the true merchandise.

"It is, so please feast your eyes and choose whichever one you want, little brother." The store was filled with women. Women on display. Naked women on display. "Um… brother… what kind of store is this?" "A store for the rich and privileged to choose their preferred… playmate. You want one or not?" Sasuke didn't know what to do, he'd never been in a room with so many boobs before. The women differed greatly amongst them, some were beautiful, some were not. Some were cocky and confident, others were shy or scared, and seemed to hide behind the bustier ones. He understood and appreciated his brother's effort, but he'd already figured out that ladies weren't exactly for him. And having a fuckbuddy wouldn't do anything to help his trouble at school, unless…

"Do you only have women?" His brother quirked an eyebrow and the salesman plastered a winning smile on his face. "Of course not! We have plenty of fair young men in the other room, if you're interested, young sir?" "I don't care for fairness, or age. I want a strong one, can you offer me that?" He'd been hated for his privileged lineage and rich parents, and when he accidentally spilled to his 'friend' that he might not be so certain about his sexuality after endless internal struggles the entire school knew the next day, and the other children's hatred towards him ten folded. Needless to say, he hasn't had any friends since.

So to have a personal bodyguard to protect him and take care of him might be even better than owning a gun… and he wouldn't have to be so lonely anymore. "Oh yes! We have any kind you can think of, just follow me." While his brother was busy squeezing various breasts he followed the salesman into the next room, there was a door next to it with a triple lock securing it. Suddenly he was in a room filled with naked men, and for someone not entirely comfortable with his sexuality there were a few dozen too many… things dangling around. He could feel his face heating up at the inquisitive gazes aimed at him, but willed himself to focus. The store's trademark really did seem to be the nimble and fair-skinned kind, but that wasn't what he wanted.

"If you're looking for a dominant top these are the best I can offer." The salesman pushed him towards a few larger men, with suitingly larger dangly bits. Sasuke stood sputtering, "That's not what I meant! I meant someone who is strong as in he can fight, I'm looking for a bodyguard, not a… top." He felt awkward just saying it, if his brother had been there he'd surely made a joke about never being able to get laid if he can't even say the word. The salesman scratched the back of his head, "I'm not sure I've got what you're looking for then, I've got strong ones, but they're not really fighters or anything." Sasuke felt a little desperate, he'd already started getting used to the idea of having someone around to protect him, and now it was impossible? "You must have something?" The man sent a calculating look his way. "I do have one thing… but I'm not sure it's safe to release him into your custody, not safe for you I mean." "Let me see him."

They walked to the other door, and one by one the locks were undone. Itachi had made his choice in merchandise and decided to join them. Behind the door was a long, barren hallway with a thick iron door at the end. At the centre of the door was a window of thick iron bars, behind it was only darkness. "We've had this one in stock for many years, but every time he's been sold he… came back in our possession shortly after." "How come?" Itachi asked. "Well…" The salesman fidgeted with his keys. "The last time we got him back because… he bit his owner's face off." Really? Sasuke was more than a little interested now. "He's a real fighter alright, just impossible to control, do you want him?"

Sasuke leaned forward to stare into the small cell. In the corner sat a figure shrouded in darkness, there was no light behind the door. He was curled up in a ball, and let out a low growl at being watched. The figure looked up, and Sasuke was greeted with two deep red eyes, burning as if hell was aflame in them. He felt a chill shoot up his spine while those eyes stared straight into his soul, and looked away.

"I'll take him."