Hello Yawls! I want to personally thank each and every one of my reviewers:
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You guys are the only reason I was able to write a second chapter. I love you all! In a totally not-creepy way. Thank you!
Hey, as a side note, did you guys know that this was originally a one-shot? Well I guess you would't, seeing as I forgot to put it in the first chapter... stupid me. But you liked it, so here is more :) I'm going to aim for about seven-ten chapters, hopefully with a lemon either every chapter or every other at the least. There was never supposed to be any plot, but due to my over-planning tendencies, I have a plot emerging.
Anyways, enough of my ramblings.
Warnings: Yaoi lemon, graphic, slave-master relationship, Uchihacest (somewhat, because they don't know it...) and all that. Don't like don't read, simple.
Enjoy!
Sasuke leaned against Itachi's leg, humming contentedly as the older Uchiha's hand stroked his hair. They had just finished dinner, and although Master Itachi had told Sasuke that he was allowed to sit at the table now, Sasuke still found it a little overwhelming, so he stuck to sitting on the floor.
It had been exactly three days since Sasuke had made the transition from Itachi's slave to Itachi's lover. Although he still flinched at any sudden movements, and his instinctive fear of Itachi was hard to forget, he was beginning to get used to it. And he definitely liked it much, much better than where he'd lived before.
From the seat at the table, Itachi looked fondly down at the slim raven kneeling by his feet. Sasuke was technically free now, but he still acted as if he belonged to Itachi – which, relationally speaking, he does, Itachi thought with a possessive surge of affection. In truth, both members liked it better that way; Sasuke was submissive by nature as well as by training, and Itachi was domineering yet gruffly caring enough so that the two fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. Master and slave in the bedroom, by both member's preference, and seme and uke outside.
Neither of them had ever been happier.
"Oi, Sasuke?" Sasuke's eyes snapped to Itachi at the first sound, like a pet whose master has called it.
"Yes, Master Itachi?"
Itachi sighed inwardly at the whole 'Master Itachi' thing, but he didn't comment on it. He had told the boy many times that just Itachi was fine, but Sasuke just couldn't seem to unlearn his habit of referring to him as 'master'. So the two had come to the compromise of either 'Master Itachi' or 'Itachi-sama', both of which were far too formal for Itachi's taste, and far too familiar for Sasuke. For the first day or so, Sasuke had been extremely nervous about addressing his owner so familiarly, as if he were his equal instead of his servant.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like some more food?" Itachi was a little worried; the boy hadn't eaten more than two pieces of breads worth of breakfast in the three days he'd been free, and little more during the day. The young raven had gained at least a bit of weight since Itachi had bought him, but he was still unhealthily skinny.
"Y-yes, Master Itachi," Sasuke said, laying his head in Itachi's lap. Itachi smiled slightly and ran his fingers through Sasuke's spikes, gently caressing the silky black strands. Sasuke practically purred; Itachi could almost see the kitty ears and tail. Kitty ears and a tail…
Urg, now Itachi was having dirty thoughts.
"Ne, Sasuke?" Itachi said in an attempt to distract himself from the image of a naked, moaning cat Sasuke wearing a black collar...
"Yes, Master?" Sasuke said sleepily, lost in the feeling of fingers running through his hair.
"Itachi," Itachi reminded gently.
"Master Itachi," Sasuke corrected with an apologetic glance.
"What do you want to do today?"
Sasuke tensed slightly, as he always did when Itachi asked him for a personal opinion. "Ah – Whatever you want to do, Master Itachi." He was obviously nervous, unsure what the correct response would be.
"It's okay, Sasuke," Itachi told him softly for what felt like the thousandth time in the past seventy-eight hours. He moved his hand to cup Sasuke's cheek with his hand and rubbed soothing circles with his thumb, ignoring Sasuke's habitual cringe. "You aren't my slave anymore, you are my lover. If there's anything in particular you'd like to do, you can tell me." Sasuke's eyes slid shut, and he leaned into Itachi's touch.
"Hmm."
Itachi scooted his chair back slightly and then motioned to Sasuke; the younger Uchiha obeyed and climbed onto his lap and settled into his arms. Sasuke had been hesitant about close contact for the first two days – probably because the only close contact he'd ever had before was during beatings – but he was slowly loosening up. Itachi wrapped his arms around Sasuke's little waist and held him, and Sasuke leaned his head against Itachi's shoulder with a small sigh.
Itachi echoed the contented sigh with one of his own, feeling Sasuke's soft form pressed up against his. Oh shiz… There was only one problem with this position, Itachi reflected as Sasuke shifted against him. It always turned him on.
His little raven was just so attractive…. "Sasuke?" Itachi said again.
"Master?"
"You up for another round?"
Sasuke glanced up at Itachi's face quickly and immediately discerned the problem. A little jolt of fear ran through him, before he forced himself to remember that this was Itachi-sama, and Itachi-sama was a good master and wouldn't hurt him. "Um, if that's what you want Master." Itachi sighed – as much as he wanted to fuck his little kitty, he didn't want to do it when Sasuke didn't.
"'s up to you," Itachi said distractedly as Sasuke shifted again, unintentionally wriggling his ass against Itachi's crotch. "If you don't want to right now I can wait." Damn, that was going to be hard though…
"Um… no, now is good… I mean, if you wish it, Master."
Itachi smirked inwardly at the answer but frowned at the subservient attitude; he'd really need to help Sasuke express his opinion more.
At his master's small frown Sasuke's eyes widened slightly, memories of when other people frowned at him rushing back in a collaboration of flashbacks. The younger Uchiha's body moved before he'd even realised; he slid off Itachi's lap and slid to the floor, then to his knees, shaking.
"Sasuke?" Itachi said worriedly. Sasuke cringed and whimpered as a host of nightmarish memories assaulted him, his skinny form curving into a defensive position. Itachi stood and moved forward to comfort him, but stopped when Sasuke yelped and skittered backwards, his entire body radiating pure fear and his eyes wide. "Hey," Itachi breathed softly, sinking down so he was at eye level with Sasuke. "It's okay, Sasuke, I'm not going to hurt you." Sasuke refused to look at him, instead fixing his eyes on the floor and crouching lower, little tremors still running through his frame.
Itachi sat down on the floor and crossed his legs, patiently waiting for Sasuke to calm down. That kind of thing had happened a few times in the past couple days – Sasuke was still accustomed to being a slave who got beaten, abused and starved every day. Itachi was trying to put him at ease, but the poor boy was so jumpy, even the slightest move on Itachi's part would frighten him.
Itachi knew it would take a while for Sasuke to trust him, but, he thought as he observed Sasuke's cowering form, he would wait. Even if it took forever, Itachi would wait for Sasuke to start trusting him, to start loving him back.
"Sasuke…?" Itachi whispered, trying not to startle him again. Sasuke glanced up quickly, and when he found Itachi staring at him, looked down again with a small gasp, cringing lower. A thin line appeared between Itachi's eyes, but he didn't frown again. "Sasuke, did your previous master beat you when you looked at him?" Itachi had wondered before, but the way Sasuke had just reacted made him want to ask.
Sasuke whimpered again and nodded hesitantly, shrinking against the floor as if trying to disappear. Itachi moved forward and pulled the boy into a warm embrace, momentarily ignoring Sasuke's startled squeak and ensuing weak struggles, and gently cupped the boy's chin. Sasuke's coal-grey eyes were wet with unshed tears and wide with terror, and he still did his best not to make eye contact with Itachi. "It's okay," Itachi said again. Sasuke still didn't look at him, but he stopped trying to get away, going limp in Itachi's grasp. "I wasn't mad at you, I was just thinking how you should express yourself more," Itachi whispered soothingly as he held Sasuke, and the younger's trembling eventually started to lesson. Soon Sasuke hesitantly returned the embrace, curling up in Itachi's arms and gripping his sleeve in a vice-grip. Somewhere along the line his body language changed from being afraid of Itachi to being comforted by Itachi, and the elder didn't question the little fingers wound onto the sleeve of his jacket. Sasuke started to calm down, and his shaking stopped completely.
"S-sorry," Sasuke apologized quietly a minute later, as he always did when he had an episode. Itachi smiled slightly.
"It's okay. I understand that you're jumpy."
Sasuke shifted slightly, turning around on Itachi's lap so that they faced each other and Sasuke's legs were on either side of Itachi's waist. Sasuke wound his arms timidly around Itachi's neck and leaned against the larger male, burying his face in his shoulder.
"Thank you."
The words were so quiet, Itachi almost missed them. But he didn't, and he smiled softly and wrapped his arms around the younger Uchiha's small form again. "You're welcome." I would do anything for you, Sasuke.
The two of them sat like that for at least five minutes, just listening to Sasuke's heartbeat slow. Itachi started stroking Sasuke's hair, and Sasuke sighed contentedly and snuggled closer, surrendering himself to the sensation.
"M-master Itachi?"
Itachi looked down in surprise. Sasuke hadn't yet initiated a conversation with him, probably because of his prior training to only speak when spoken to. Sasuke looked a little nervous to be talking without permission, and he cast a careful look at Itachi to gauge his reaction.
"Yes, Sasuke?" Itachi said with a warm smile. Encouraged, Sasuke said,
"Um, I was wondering if you still wanted to, you know…" he trailed off, and a light blush dusted his cheeks. Itachi smirked in amusement; even though they'd fucked multiple times since the first time, Sasuke was still shy about it.
"You are so cute," Itachi whispered to him. Sasuke shivered when Itachi's breath tickled his exposed neck. The older Uchiha tipped Sasuke's head back and kissed him softly, hand sliding to cup the back of his neck. Sasuke kissed back slowly, then with more force as he grew impatient. Itachi chuckled against his mouth. "Someone's impatient today."
Sasuke didn't respond to that, instead pulling back and gazing at Itachi with a lustful, pleading look that clearly said fuck me. The expression was just so submissive and beautiful, and Sasuke was just so adorable, Itachi didn't even bother back.
In a single moment the larger male had grabbed Sasuke and twisted the two of them so that Sasuke landed on his back on the kitchen floor, and Itachi over top of him, a predatorily growl making its way between his teeth. Sasuke didn't have time to gasp or even think about being frightened; Itachi swooped down and kissed him roughly, dominatingly, demanding submission and obedience.
Sasuke opened his mouth when Itachi's tongue prodded at his lips, and the two of them kissed like they'd never kissed before – their tongues danced and fought, hot, wet muscles rubbing against each other and tasting one another. Sasuke went limp and let Itachi have his way, loving the way his seme's tongue mapped out the cavern of his mouth, the way the older raven completely took over. One of them moaned – or maybe both, Itachi wasn't sure – and the sound was lost amidst the shallow pants and intermingling tongues.
"Aahn…" Sasuke moaned through the kiss. Itachi's hands started wandering, sliding down the younger's neck and body till they found the hem of Sasuke's pants and began to fiddle with them. Sasuke groaned as one of Itachi's fingers slipped under the hem, sliding sensually across the smooth, pale flesh, teasing the flesh that was so close to the place where he really wanted to be touched. "Master…" Itachi's other hand came up to grip Sasuke's hair, tilting his head back for Itachi to lick and nip gently. Sasuke shuddered underneath him, mewling quietly at Itachi's touches. The older Uchiha ran his tongue over Sasuke's throat once more, causing yet another quivering gasp, before his other hand dipped lower, taking a hold of Sasuke's member.
"Aah – Gah!" Sasuke yelled out, his entire body arching into Itachi's hand. Itachi rubbed his finger over the head, toying with the slit, and Sasuke's entire body quaked as he screamed again. "Ooh, aahh! Master!" He continued to cry out and moan wantonly as Itachi took a hold of his dick fully and began pumping him, sliding his dark fingernails gently over the sensitive organ and squeezing lightly.
Itachi paused briefly and ordered, "Pants. Off."
Sasuke didn't hesitate this time, in fact he seemed almost eager as he shimmied out of his pants and boxers and let them drop to the floor. For good measure he slipped out of his shirt as well, noting that Itachi-sama hummed in approval at the complete removal of clothing.
The smaller raven squeaked in surprise when Itachi pounced on him and scooped him up in his arms. Then, after a blink of ninja speed, Sasuke was being lowered onto the bed in Itachi's room and said ninja was climbing over him, eyeing him hungrily.
The bed creaked as Itachis shifted lower and, ignoring Sasuke's questioning glance, took the boy's member in his mouth. Sasuke tensed and gasped, spine curving upwards and hips bucking towards the hot friction. Itachi smirked and ran his tongue over the slit, enjoying the cry of pleasure it drew from Sasuke.
The older Uchiha grabbed Sasuke's hips and held them down, concentrating on the task at hand. Itachi began to bob his head, sucking lightly and occasionally scraping his teeth over the boy's sensitive member; Sasuke was a whining, moaning mess in a matter of seconds. "Ah – Master, Master, Master – oh, Aah! Yeah!" Sasuke gasped and cried out, and Itachi smirked around his erection before deep-throating him. Sasuke screamed and came, and Itachi withdrew a split second before the boy's pale white essence exploded from the tip of his cock. The boy shook and trembled from the force of the pleasure, and Itachi almost came just looking at him – panting for breath, his eyes glazed over, a submissive expression on his delicate, beautiful face and his legs spread.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," Itachi whispered. He waited a moment for Sasuke to recover, and when the smaller raven was breathing regularly again, he caught his former slave's eye and jerked his head to the floor. Sasuke complied, sliding off the bed and to the floor, then to his knees. Itachi got off as well and stood before Sasuke. He went to undo his belt and pants but Sasuke beat him to it; the younger's nimble fingers quickly undid the clasp on his belt, brushing against Itachi's erection as he did so. Itachi strangled a moan and helped the boy yank his pants and underwear down.
Sasuke's eyes widened when Itachi's erection came into view. True, he had done this a few times before, but the size still managed to make him nervous.
Itachi kicked his pants away and leaned back on the bed with Sasuke settled between his legs on the floor. Sasuke nuzzled the pale thigh in front of him, waiting for his master to take control like he always did. He didn't have long to wait; almost immediately Itachi gripped the boy's hair and guided his mouth to his erection, and Sasuke leaned forward and licked the tip, then took the head into his mouth. Itachi moaned as Sasuke's pink, luscious lips opened to accommodate his girth, and then closed along his length, sucking. The little pink tongue flicked against his slit and swirled around the tip, and Itachi hissed in pleasure.
Sasuke moaned himself as he felt Itachi's member slide deeper into his mouth, and he did his best to hollow out his cheeks and suck. He bobbed his head, once, and the sensations that it caused made Itachi's control snap.
In a split second the older was off the bed and standing before Sasuke, without taking his dick out of Sasuke's mouth.
The elder Uchiha grabbed Sasuke's hair roughly with both hands and thrust into his throat, holding the younger boy onto his erection. Sasuke did his best not to gag and took his master in as far as he could, trying to override his body's gag reflex. Itachi didn't seem to mind though – he simply pulled out and thrust back in, ignoring it when Sasuke gaged on the length sliding past the back of his throat.
Instead of disliking this treatment, the rough handling made Sasuke's own cock twitch in arousal, and he hummed onto Itachi's erection because he knew his master liked it.
"Oh – God!" Itachi gasped as he pounded into Sasuke's mouth. "Your mouth feels so good, brat. You're such a little slut – Aah – my cock feels so good buried in your throat. Hhmm…"
Itachi jerked Sasuke's head forward further and thrust at the same time so that Sasuke's lips were pressed up against his stomach and his balls were against his lower lip. "Ah, Fuck." Itachi thrust faster, and Sasuke noted happily that he was managing to suppress his gaging quite well.
Itachi sped up in his thrusting, going in faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
Soon, with a few, final thrusts, Itachi shoved Sasuke's head far onto his cock and came, his essence shooting out of his dick and into Sasuke's throat, forcing Sasuke to swallow if he wanted to breath.
The uke gulped his seme's seed down quickly, sucking gently to get all of the substance. Itachi sagged against the bed but other than that didn't react much.
"You're – getting better," Itachi said through quiet pants.
Sasuke gave an honestly happy smile at the praise. "Thank you, Master." His old owner had never said anything directly to him besides insults and orders, so compliments were a new thing for Sasuke. He was very glad, though, to know that he was pleasing his master. After all, if he didn't do well enough, Master Itachi might not want to keep him anymore and get rid of him, and Sasuke wouldn't like that. Sasuke liked Itachi-sama.
Sasuke reached up hesitantly from his position at Itachi's feet and lightly touched his master's leg. He then moved closer and snuggled in, resting his shoulder against Itachi's calves and his head on his lap. Itachi was a little surprised, but that quickly gave way to being pleased; Sasuke was almost as afraid to initiate contact with him as he was to call him by his name, so this was progress. Itachi rubbed Sasuke's back gently, toying with his hair with the other, and Sasuke relaxed.
Whenever Sasuke took a step like this – starting a conversation, or touching his master – he was always a little scared. Sure, Master Itachi had said that it was fine, but there was always the chance that Sasuke would overstep some boundary, or do something he wasn't supposed to, and then Itachi-sama wold finally get angry at him and beat him. Plus, life-long habits are extremely hard to unlearn. But so far, nothing like that had happened, so the boy kept making small, albeit hesitant, advances.
Soon Itachi and Sasuke had recovered enough from their fun to be ready for more.
Itachi motioned Sasuke up onto the bed, and the boy hopped up and climbed on top of Itachi when motioned to do so. Itachi lay on his back and moved his partner so that Sasuke was on his hands and knees, his legs spread on either side of Itachi's hips and his hands on the older man's chest. Itachi pulled Sasuke down for a kiss, whilst his fingers made their way down to the boy's tiny, exposed hole. Sasuke gasped and shivered when Itachi's fingers circled around his ass but didn't go in, playing with the tight ring of muscle.
"Master…" he whined, bucking his hips slightly. Itachi smirked and pulled his hands away. He then smacked Sasuke's butt, enjoying the squeak and following moan that Sasuke made and the look of his tight, round, pale ass glowing pink. Sasuke's dick twitched in pleasure and hardened at the slight abuse, and he moaned loudly as his master slapped him again.
Itachi stopped for a moment to grab the lube sitting on the dresser. He squirted some on his hand and rubbed in all over his fingers, feeling Sasuke's lustful gaze on him.
He sat up halfway, so that Sasuke was straddling his waist with his legs propped up against the top of the bed, half kneeling around Itachi's legs. Itachi didn't like how the position made it hard to see, so he gently pushed Sasuke to the side and then turned around so he was behind the smaller boy.
Itachi opened his mouth tell Sasuke to spread his legs, but Sasuke did it without being told. He got down on his elbows and knees and spread his thighs wide, giving Itachi a clear view of his little puckered ass hole and his dick. Itachi moved forward again and smirked as Sasuke cast him an anxious glance, perhaps apprehensive about taking the initiative like that. Itachi gently caressed his uke's fleshy cheek with the hand that wasn't lubed up as a reaffirmation, and Sasuke made a small sound of pleasure at the contact.
Itachi let go for a moment and just looked at Sasuke, spread out and flushed on the bed, just waiting for his dick in his ass. Sasuke was sweating slightly, and his skin glistened like pale snow in the dim lighting. His legs were spread wide, his ass high in the air, and his little pink hole was twitching in anticipation.
All in all, he looked totally fuckable. Briefly Itachi had the urge to get a vibrator and stick it up that lovely tiny ass – perhaps in coalition with his earlier idea of cat ears and a collar – but decided against it. Sasuke was still probably a bit new to sex to try that.
Itachi didn't wait any longer; he moved forward again and traced once lube-covered finger around Sasuke's hole – he shivered, and cried out when Itachi pushed it into him. Itachi slid his finger into Sasuke all the way, enjoying the way the boy's muscles tensed and contracted around him. He then began pumping, in and out, harder and faster, until Sasuke was moaning and clutching at the sheets. He added a second finger, and his member hardened at the scream Sasuke made. "Aah, Master! Oh, Master, please…"
He didn't bother with a third finger; he was feeling impatient, and judging by the way Sasuke rocked back on his lips and begged, he probably was to. He pulled out and shifted closer, then lubed up his cock.
Sasuke shifted his legs wider and Itachi settled between them. The older Uchiha grasped Sasuke's hips in a strong grip that Sasuke knew as impossible for him to break, and Sasuke almost moaned at just that small demonstration of domination. He was helpless and he knew it; beyond this point, everything was up to Itachi.
Itachi grinned at how his uke shuddered when he touched him. Then the older Uchiha positioned his cock at Sasuke's entrance and teased it by not quite entering, only rubbing against the surface. Sasuke whined and tried to buck back against his member, but Itachi's grip on his hips wouldn't let him move. "Nnng!" Sasuke moaned, clenching his ass and sliding his legs as wiode as they would go. "Please, Master!"
"Please what, slave?" Itachi said in a low, domineering tone. He tightened his grip on Sasuke's hips.
"Please – please enter me," Sasuke gasped, he didn't know how much longer he could take this! It was maddening, having Itachi-sama's cock positioned against his ass but not inside it. "Please fuck me, Master, please!"
Sasuke's begging went straight to Itachi's arousal, and in the next second, Itachi had thrust forward with his hips, forcing his large member into Sasuke's tiny ass. Sasuke screamed as his ass stretched, slowly swallowing Itachi's cock. Sasuke threw his head back and screamed again as Itachi entered him completely, fully encompassing his length inside the smaller, skinnier boy.
Itachi gasped at the tight heat surrounding his dick. "Sasuke, you feel so good," he mumbled as he pulled out and slammed back in again, drawing another screech from the small raven.
Itachi set a gruesome pace, going fast and hard. Neither of them felt like waiting; tonight was going to be fast and furious. Itachi thrust his dick into Sasuke's tight ass over and over, enjoying the way the spikey-haired raven looked all spread out and moaning, rocking back and forth with the force of his movements.
"Aah – Master! MASTER!" Sasuke cried out a moment later when Itachi's cock hit his sweet spot. "Aahhnn – AAH!" his cries became incoherent after that, just a jumble of 'aah's and 'master's.
Itachi grunted when he felt his orgasm coming on, but he pushed it back so as to longer fuck Sasuke.
The older Uchiha sped up, fucking Sasuke's hole faster and harder, and was rewarded with Sasuke arching his back and screaming, tossing his head back. "Aah, Master! Aaahhn, please, Master, harder! Please, harder! Faster! AAHHHN!" Sasuke shuddered and jerked on the bed, overloading with sensation, but Itachi held him still and kept pounding into his ass hole.
Submissive to the end, Itachi thought affectionately. Then all thought fled his mind as Sasuke's walls clamped down around his member and he came, seed spurting all over the sheets and his chest. Itachi groaned and threw his head back as he came to, shoving his entire cock into Sasuke, his balls pressed up against his ass and his entire length inside the younger raven. They came together for a long, pleasure-filled moment in which they both saw stars. Sasuke was screaming out Itachi's name, and Itachi's cock was pumping his seed deep into Sasuke's ass.
They slowly came down from their high, still shaken by the pleasure of mere moments before. Itachi pulled out, causing Sasuke to moan slightly at the movement in his abused ass. The older Uchiha lay down on the bed next to his uke, and Sasuke's knees buckled, collapsing. They lay like that for a moment, panting, just staring at each other. Then Sasuke realised that he was meeting Itachi-sama's gaze head-on, and he looked away immediately.
He shuddered slightly as he recalled the last time he'd looked his owner in the eye – it hadn't been intentional, nor had it been defiant in any way, but old master-sama had seen it as Sasuke overstepping his rights as slave. He had whipped him till he'd begged for mercy, and then kept whipping. Sasuke didn't even remember how he'd gotten out alive, he just remembered waking up in the basement where he slept with his back feeling like it was on fire.
He hadn't been able to walk for a week, and he couldn't work for a good month.
So Sasuke looked down quickly, breaking eye contact with Master Itachi. He knew it was stupid – Itachi-sama was a good master – but he still flinched with a yelp when Itachi reached out to him.
Itachi's face grew sad as he saw Sasuke cringing, sinking into the mattress as if he wished he could just disappear into it. "Hey. What's that for?" he asked gently, reached forward and wiping a tear off Sasuke's cheek. "You can trust me, Sasuke. And also, as long as you're here, you're allowed to look people in the eye. No one will hurt you."
Sasuke nodded, trembling slightly. "I – I know," he said with a hiccup. "It's just… hard to forget."
Itachi's eyes hardened slightly as his thoughts turned to Sasuke's previous master. If I ever find him, I'm going to tear his balls of and staple them to his forehead, he thought firmly. And then I'll rip his guts out and hang him with them. And probably some other stuff. Itachi wasn't usually one for violent thoughts or actions, but if he ever found Sasuke's last owner he'd make an exception or two. Or a thousand…
"Master?" Sasuke asked.
"Hmm?" Itachi said.
"Do you…" he trailed off, obviously a little nervous about what he wanted to ask. Old Master would kill me for asking something like this.
"Yes?" Itachi said, moving closer so that he could pull Sasuke against him.
"Do you… think you'll keep me? I mean, for a long time. Because old master-sama had me since I was a kid, but I know that most slaves only stay with one master for a matter of years, and…" Sasuke paused, and then forged ahead. "And I'm not that valuable. There are better slaves out there."
"You're afraid I'm going to find someone I like more and get rid of you," Itachi finished.
Sasuke nodded, new tears forming in his eyes at the very thought.
"Sasuke," Itachi said seriously, sitting up and pulling the smaller male with him, "when I asked you to be my boyfriend I made you my equal. It's not about me 'keeping you' anymore. You're completely free, Sasuke. You could get up and walk out the door right now if you wanted. Although," and here Itachi's voice grew almost tight, "I'm hoping you don't want to do that." He took hold of Sasuke's shoulders and held him at arm's length to see him better, his tone growing thick. "I would never let you go, Sasuke. Even if for some reason you don't want me anymore, I will always want you. I will protect you and provide for you, and, if it's what you want, I will let you go. You're not a slave anymore, Sasuke. And I –" Itachi broke off his long speech with a gulp. He'd just been about to say it. "I really care about you. So don't be afraid, please. I'm not lying when I say I will never hurt you. You're free, Sasuke. Free. And if you want, you can be mine. But only if you want."
Tears were streaming down Sasuke's cheeks by that point, and when Itachi stopped he threw himself into the older raven's arms. Sobs wracked his body, and he wound his thin arms tightly around Itachi's waist and squeezed, as if he never intended to let go. "I – I want that," he said between sobs. "To be yours."
Itachi smiled and hugged him back, ever-so-gently tucking a strand of black hair behind his ear. "I love you." He whispered the words, but they were so plainly clear. Sasuke looked up at him, disbelieving, a shadow of doubt and fear still in those charcoal eyes. "All I ask," Itachi said, softly running a hand over the little raven's face, "is that you give me a chance to prove it."
"O- Okay," Sasuke said hesitantly. Itachi smiled again. They sat like that for a few minutes, Itachi just holding Sasuke, letting the little former slave boy cry and calm down.
"Um… Master Itachi?" Sasuke's soft voice asked after he'd stopped crying.
"Just Itachi," Itachi corrected. "I know you're not used to it, but we're equals. It'd be like me calling you Master Sasuke."
Sasuke paused at the title, his mind not clearly comprehending the honorific paired with his name. He shook his head as if to un-confuse it.
"That just sounds weird."
Itachi smirked. "Now you know how I feel."
"Alright then," Sasuke said. "Itachi?" He cast an apprehenvice glance at the older raven, but Itachi just smiled widely, an expression that he never wore in public.
"What was it you wanted to say?"
"Oh. Um…" Sasuke hesitated again, and went on at Itachi's encouraging nod. "I was just wondering… would you mind if I ate more?"
Itachi blanched, completely surprised by the sudden topic change. "Ah – not at all. Why?" His tone suddenly went a shade darker. "Was your old master starving you so you'd be skinny? He wasn't just underfeeding you?"
"He said no one liked a fat slave," Sasuke mumbled.
Itachi's world went dark for a split second with the force of his anger. "Well, I don't care how much you eat," he told Sasuke. "I wouldn't care if you were the size of an elephant."
The nervous look slid off Sasuke's face in favour of a small chuckle at the mental image. "Well, I wasn't thinking that much food…"
The two laughed together for a moment, before Sasuke untangled himself from Itachi's arms. "May I go wash up?"
"Of course," Itachi replied. "You live here to now, you don't have to ask."
Sasuke almost responded with a 'yes, master' but restrained himself. That was going to be a hard habit to unlearn.
Itachi watched lazily as Sasuke got off the bed and found his clothes, and then went into the room's bathroom.
Itachi knew that getting Sasuke to trust him was going to be hard. Hell, it might be the hardest thing he's ever done, and Sasuke would probably never become outgoing or chatty. But he was going to try.
The older raven was drawn from his thoughts by a loud knock on the front door. He looked up in surprise – it was only around ten-thirty in the morning, he didn't usually get visitors till the evening.
Itachi got off the bed and located his underwear and pants, which he quickly climbed into. He was still wearing his shirt, so he just smoothed it out and ran his fingers through his hair a few times as he left the room and headed for the entry-way.
It's no good, he thought as he passed a window and caught sight of his reflection. It's totally obvious what I've been doing. Shrugging it off, he decided to get the door anyway.
Itachi walked the last few paces to the door and unlocked it, but before he could open it, the door barreled open and a person stepped into the house.
Aaand, end chapter.
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