Chapter 1

Slave

The afternoon sun gleamed mercilessly down on Suna, the hottest village in Japan from it's tranquil home in the sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight. How much hotter could this damn summer get? Gaara of the Sand growled and closed his dark blue curtains. He hated the sun. It was too bright and hot. Not a good combination with a boy who bared Shukaku, the one-tailed beast of the sand. His bedroom door opened and in walked his slave, Itachi Uchiha who was carrying a glass of vodka.

"About fucking time you got here. I could've died you know!" He said, taking the glass.

"I'm sorry Master. It will not happen again."
"For your sake I hope you're fucking right."

Itachi said nothing but he stared at the floor. He felt something cold being poured on him and jumped up as ice slipped down the back of his red T-shirt.

"I said no ice! Are you trying to fucking kill me?" Gaara had tipped the vodka on the raven's head in an act of annoyance.

"N-no Master!" Itachi took the glass back.

"Good. Now I'm going out in a minute with Daichi. When I get back, I expect this place to be spotless. If it isn't, I will lock you in the basement for three days with no food and no water."
"I won't let you down Master!"

"Good. Now get fucking on with it."

"Hai!"

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Itachi stood back and admired his hard work. He had just finished cleaning Gaara's room and it was so messy it had taken the whole night for him to do it. Midnight and Gaara still wasn't back yet. He stared out of the window and into the blackness of the night sky. Oh, how he wished to be free, to be permanently away from this terrible place of torture, how he wished to be loved. His tortured grey eyes closed in longing. Suddenly, the peace was interrupted as the door crashed open and Gaara stumbled in. Itachi helped him to his bed, knowing immediately that something was very wrong with him."Master, are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Who the fuck are you?" he slurred, obviously drunk. His aqua orbs showed no recognition whatsoever.

"I am Itachi Uchiha! Your slave!"

"Do me a favour and get the hell out of my house, you sick perv!"

"What?" Was his master setting him free?

"I said get out! I never want to see you dragging that lazy ass around this place ever again!"

"B-but-!"

"Out! Or I'll kill you!"

Itachi found his senses and stood. "Arigato for everything Master!" he ran out of the dreaded room, heart racing with happiness. He was free! Now he could live the life of a normal eighteen year-old. He ran out of the house and collapsed on the grass a few streets away. He lay there, a small smile playing on his chapped lips and stared at the self-inflicted cuts snaking their way up his thin arms. All those years of pain and torture gone forever. Now, the biggest question had to be answered. Was Sasuke still alive? He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to find himself staring into the evil eyes of Kisame Hoshigaki.

"I found you, Itachi Uchiha." He said, bringing his weapon down on the teenager.

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Gaara opened his aqua orbs. His sister was sat on the end of his bed. He felt so ill with a headache worse than when Shukaku was arguing with him and extreme nausea that he wondered if he was dying. "I feel sick." He groaned, clutching his stomach.

Temari leant over and ruffled his crimson hair. "That's why you shouldn't be getting pissed at your age. You're only thirteen and your body can't handle it."

"Whatever, I'm staying in bed all day."

"No you're not! You're going to get up and find Itachi! Now where is he?!"

Gaara rolled onto his stomach, only succeeding in making the nausea worse. He went back to his original position. "I dunno, he probably went to walk the dog."

"We don't have a freakin' dog!"

"Yes we do!"

"Where?!"

Gaara held up one of his stuffed animals.

"Whatever. Go take a shower, you stink of alcohol." She left the room.

"Temari!" He whined.

She came back in. "What?!"
"I feel really sick!"

"Well, I'm not helping you into the bathroom. Get yourself there." She went back out.

"Fuck you." He said, sitting up carefully so he wouldn't make his nausea worse. He staggered into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. "Man, I look rough." He said to himself, splashing water on his face.

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Itachi awoke, he was laying on a hard stony floor and he hurt all over. "Where am I?" He asked out loud, knowing that he would find out the answer sooner or later. A door in front of him opened, letting some yellowing light shaft gently in. A tall figure walked towards him and dragged him to his feet. "Hello my little friend." Said a spine chilling voice. Itachi shivered as he felt a finger stroke his tear-stained porcelain face. "Leave me alone!" He whimpered, more tears falling from his eyes.

"Why would I do that? You're too pretty to leave alone. Man, I can't keep my hands off you."

Itachi tried to push away his attacker. "Who are you?!"

"Kisame Hoshigaki at your service."

"Go away! Please! I'm so scared!"

Kisame chuckled as he licked up his neck. "You taste too good, I want more!" He ripped off Itachi's shirt and threw it to the side.

"Please! Stop!" Wailed the helpless teen as his captor began licking up his body and unbuttoning his black combats.

"You can't say that you're not enjoying this Itachi Uchiha." He slipped off the teenagers undergarments. "In a minute, you will be screaming my name!"

"No, please no." He shuddered as his body began to tingle as if there was a fire underneath his skin. Kisame forced Itachi's lips open with his tongue and began exploring every nook and cranny of his mouth. "Mm, you taste so good."

He could do nothing else but endure and wish it all to end.

His hands began running down his body, they stopped at the thighs and then moved to between the legs. Itachi's breath hitched in his throat. "W-what are y-you doing?!" He croaked, paralysed with terror.

"I'm having a little fun. I fucking need you Itachi, you are mine." He slowly rubbed the area. Itachi moaned.

"You like that?" He rubbed even more. "Let me fuck you long and hard." He turned Itachi onto his stomach and thrust himself into him. "Say my name."

"Kisa...me..." He panted.

"Louder."

"Kisame..."

"Louder!"

"Kisame!" He practically screamed, digging his nails into the floor.

"That's better Man, you feel good." He thrust in harder.

Itachi cried out.

"It will hurt if you don't relax."

"How... can... I... relax... when... I'm... being... raped?..."

"You'll learn to live with it." Kisame then began sucking on Itachi's dick. Itachi moaned and could swear he felt the back of Kisame's throat. It felt too great to be real. "Kisame...s-stop... I'm...gonna...cum!"

The older male only sucked harder.

Itachi threw his head back and released into Kisame's mouth. He swallowed it. Every last drop. Exhausted, Itachi lay panting on the stone floor, welcoming the coldness against his naked body. "That felt so amazing..." He whispered.

"I know." Said Kisame, twirling a lock of Itachi's raven hair between his fingers. He leant down and began kissing tenderly up the younger boy's neck. "Get your clothes on. I'll be back to fuck you even harder tomorrow." He whispered seductively in Itachi's ear and with that, he left, with out another word or a second glance. Itachi lay there for some time before finally coming to his senses and pulling on his clothes. He had never realised that being raped by a stranger had felt so good, so he lay there, on the floor and eventually fell into a dreamless slumber.

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Gaara walked downstairs groggily. He had just woken up from the worst night's sleep ever known to the world. Fucking demon, keeping me awake all night. Jeez. Even homicidal murderers need a bit of sleep at one point in their lives.

"Temari? Kankuro? You home yet?" He called.

No answer. Great! He had the whole house to himself now. No annoying siblings all day. He walked into the kitchen, searching for something to eat. The cupboards were empty and the fridge contained nothing that hadn't gone past it's sell-by date. That was just brilliant! No fucking food. Did Temari expect him to starve or something? He sighed and flopped down on the sofa. At least there might be something interesting on TV he could watch. Nothing again. Bored, he flipped through the channels. Stupid life. Stupid TV. Stupid Temari who's too lazy to even feed her brothers. Stupid stupid stupid. He gave up and turned off the TV. He decided to look for his missing slave, Itachi Uchiha. There was nothing else to do in his ancient boring house. The doobell rang. Sighing again in impatience, he walked over to the door and opened it. "What?"

Baki stood on the step. "Kankuro wants to meet you in town."

"Now? Why?"

"He wants to take you somewhere. Don't ask."

"Hang on I'll just get something decent to wear."

"OK. I'm off then. Bye Gaara."
"See ya." When he was ready, he headed out and began walking to town, his mind wandering and switching fro one thought to the other. Where could the lazy ass want to take him? Probably going to take him to a stupid magical fairy land labelled: Kankuro's Pretty Fantasy World. Or maybe take him to have picnic with the bunnies under a cherry blossom tree. Fuck life. Fuck it all up the ass long and hard.

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"A what?!" Asked Gaara.

"A strippers club." Replied Kankuro simply, grinning at the priceless expression on his younger brother's face.

"What's that?"

"It's where hot chicks take off their clothes and poledance all night."

"You sure it's chicks and not guys?"

Kankuro rolled his hazel eyes. "I've been hundreds of times it's only chicks who strip. I promise you that, baby brother." He ruffled Gaara's hair.

"Hey! I hate it when you fucking do that."

"I know. That's why I do it."

"Fuck you."

"Any time Gaara. Any time."

"Wait, won't Temari find out?"
"Nah, she's too busy having it off with Pineapple Head."

"I hate Shikamaru. It pisses me off how intelligent he thinks he is."

"He'd better keep his hands off our sister or I'll beat the shit outta him."

"And I'll help you."

"So you will Gaara, so you will."

"OK. So when we going?"

"How about now?"
"Am I too young to get in?"

"Yeah, but it's fine. You can kill the bouncer if you want."

"Cool. Do we get alcohol?"

"Yep."
"Let's go."

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A/N: End of first chapter. This is my first time at writing yaoi lemon and I wanna know if I did a good job with it. Lol. I'm only thirteen lol so yeah. I'm too young to be writing stuff like that and you can call me what you want cause I really don't give a fuck to be honest. I love all you people who review and like reading my fanfics. Hope you like it. This is actually based on a cosplay that I did with my friends. (Yes we cut out the lemon scenes cause that would be just gross if we acted it out.)

I'll shut up now.

TTFN