Behind These Eyes: Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Don't own, just borrowing!

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter. I'm really pleased that people seem to like this story so I'll definitely continue with it. I'm really shy you see and I thought I'd get nothing but flames so I was getting ready to scrap it after a few chapters lol (but I won't!).

I've been practicing really hard writing yaoi sex scenes and believe me when I say my cheeks were glowing bright red the whole way through, but I hope its good enough and all my practice payed off! I should also give credit to Microsoft Office Word spelling checker because without it, this story would be full of so many mistakes you wouldn't be able to read it!

Enjoy :D

……………………………………………………………………………………

(Kakashi's Point of View)

It's not everyday you find one this striking. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on, even in his sorry state. I imagine him filled out, his ribs no longer visible, his wounds healed and his scars faded. I imagine his beautiful dark eyes shining with health and even a smile on his face. Right now if he smiled, his face would probably crack, but you can't really blame him; he has nothing to smile about. It probably wouldn't even take that long to bring him back to health, maybe just a few weeks or so with a bit of looking after and three regular meals a day and he'd be unrecognisable.

I direct him into the living room of my house, well one of the living rooms anyway and let him sit down on my white, leather sofa. I don't usually allow any slaves near this part of my home, especially letting them sit on my expensive furniture, and why I've taken him here I've really no idea. I guess it's probably because the fire is lit in this room and I suppose I want to let him get warmed up a bit before I use him for what he was brought here for… why? Again I don't know. I seem to have lost control of my actions. There's a part of me deep down inside that wants to take care of this boy but I really can't understand why. He's no different than any of the other ones I've brought back here, used, and then dumped back with their masters without a second thought. Why am I making so many exceptions for him? Why the hell do I care so much? It just doesn't make any sense.

He's taken aback by his surroundings and I can't help smiling to myself. This grand house must be so far away from what he's used too and it's causing him to stare in awe. The room is huge after all and filled with expensive and antique furniture. Everything is sitting neatly and the fire is situated inside a huge fireplace right in the middle of the room.

He's half starved so I better allow him something to eat before I do anything with him. I don't want him passing out on me from hunger or anything like that… well, that's the excuse I tell myself, I really want to look after him, a thought which still surprises me because I have to keep reminding myself he's only a slave. He means nothing.

"Are you hungry?" I ask him. Stupid question, of course he's hungry. He doesn't hear me because he's too engrossed in his surroundings to notice.

"Sasuke!" I shout to get his attention. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

He quickly spins around to face me but he seems unsure about what to do or say. I doubt he's ever been asked if he wants something or not. He quickly shakes his head and backs away from me, not wanting to be any trouble, his emotionless eyes filling with fear. Considering how his master treats him, I guess he's been well warned, probably with a bit of violence involved, not to be any trouble at all for clients.

For fuck sake! He's clearly starving and I doubt he's been fed today at all, but I guess it must be strange for him to suddenly be given a choice when his whole life has been dictated to him. For him it must be easier to just shy away and to try and avoid any sort of attention.

"Come with me to the kitchen and I'll get you something to eat," I try to say as calmly as possible. This poor boy gets freaked out if you just ask him a question. What the hell has his master done to him?

He follows me obediently, his eyes focused on the floor, even though he's not quite sure what to expect. I sit him down at the table before I begin to make him a few rounds of toast. He sits in complete silence, not moving at all, so much so that after a while you'd probably forget he was there. He's not here for conversational purposes I suppose so there's no point in even trying to talk to him; he'd probably take a panic attack or something if I even tried so it's best to just leave him in his own little world; he seems happier there anyway.

He finished the toast almost as soon as he was given it and he looks like he's fighting the urge to lick the plate.

Who knows how many people he's been with today, in all honesty I don't want to know, but all I do want to know is that he's been cleaned up before I use him.

"Go upstairs and take a shower Sasuke," I tell him.

For the first time I almost see him hint a smile.

……………………………………………………………………………..

(Sasuke's point of view)

As the warm water cleanses my body, I can feel the fingerprints and dirty essence of my previous clients wash away and disappear down the plug hole. I don't really get a chance to take a shower or bath back at the stall, so the only opportunities I get are at stranger's houses, who want to clean me up before they dirty me all over again. It's nice to have warm water for a change as most people never really bother with that little detail. I could quite happily spend all day in here, but he says if I'm not out in 15 minutes then he'll drag me out.

He also said that I could use all the soap and shampoo I want and I fully intend to make the most of it. The red coloured soap brings a smile to my face, my first one in quite a while. It smells nice so I inhale the scent as deeply as I can. Have 15 minutes passed already? I don't know. This guy has been a lot nicer to me than most people so I better not anger him by taking my time, he could turn on me and treat me the same way my master does at any moment.

I turn off the water and drain the excess from my wet hair before rubbing it quickly with the towel and moving on to dry of the rest of my body. I have to put on the same old, dirty trousers I had on before, which I guess kind of defeats the purpose of trying to get cleaned up in the first place. They're still a bit damp and quite uncomfortable to wear, but I put them on as fast as I can and leave the bathroom to do what I've been brought here for. I can't be any trouble for him, I really can't. If he complains about anything to my master then I'll end up with a few broken ribs. I take a deep breath and prepare myself for what I have to do.

He comes over to me and tells me to follow him, so I do. I know where he's taking me this time and I start to feel ill in the depth of my stomach. How long will this take? How many times will he want to do it? How badly will it hurt? I just want it over with as quickly as possible, but at least I won't have to put up with hunger pains to add on top.

The upstairs of his house is just as grand as the downstairs. Everything is much bigger than it needs to be and there is so much space. Everything from the high roof to the wide halls and deep colours of the décor play up this effect, but I don't get much time to look around and study my surroundings. He takes me to his bedroom and once again I'm taken back by how grand and large-scale everything is. The room is coloured red, black and white and he has one of the biggest beds I've ever seen, complete with a red duvet and black headrest.

I see a pair of handcuffs on the wooden dresser beside his bed and the feeling of dread in my stomach becomes worse. Please no! I hate being restrained when clients are using me; I'm helpless enough without being reminded of it any more! It also means that I can't change position if what they do hurts me, I just have to trust who I'm with, but how do you trust a stranger? And most of the time they do nothing to even attempt to try and win my trust in the first place. Please don't tie me up. My eyes start to water, but I blink back the tears.

I feel his breath on my neck as his lips make their way towards mine. My heart starts to race uncontrollably, slamming roughly against the inside of my chest, but not from lust or love, but because of dread. How badly is it going to hurt this time?

His lips press against mine and as his rented companion for the night, I'm obliged to kiss back or face the wrath of my master tomorrow if he complains. He kisses me softly on the lips a few times before sliding his tongue into my mouth. I accept the kiss and as soon our tongues are entwined, he wraps his arm around my waist and roughly pulls me closer to him. I feel his hand on my cheek as he brushes away a few strands of my hair which have fallen in the way, and then guides me back down on to the bed so that I'm eventually lying on my back. I'm not wearing much, so it doesn't take him long to undress me and its not long until I'm lying naked before him, ready to be subjected to whatever he wishes.

This is the bit I hate. He stares at me and my body. I hate having stranger's eyes looking me up and down, especially when I'm as vulnerable as this. I can feel him looking right through me and it's uncomfortable, but I have to pretend I'm not bothered by it, even though really I want to kick him in the teeth, push him away and run. I hate having people look at me when I can't look back.

Then I feel his hands start to touch me. He runs his hand from my face, right down past my chest and stomach. I feel myself tensing up but I know I have to relax because I can NOT let on that this bothers me as much as it does. I've been forced to do this for years but it doesn't get any easier. Even when you learn to block it out, the fact that deep down you know its happening and you can't stop them because you're powerless to prevent the violation, drains every bit of hope and energy you have left. It's the worst feeling in the world.

I slip a quick glimpse at my master for the night whilst he's busy examining my body with his hands rather than looking at me in the face. He's not particularly old like many of the people I have to service, nor is he overweight or ugly! He's also surprisingly gentle with me thus far. Usually they want to get it straight up me within the first 10 minutes. He has silver hair, which isn't short, but isn't particularly long either and it shines under the light above us. He has lovely muscle definition and even a hint of a six-pack that I saw when he removed his shirt and his arms are toned just like his stomach. He smells so good as well, just like the red coloured soap I used in his shower. That in itself makes a huge change from what I'm used too. Sometimes they smell so bad they could almost choke you. In all honesty, he's a very attractive man, but it still doesn't make me any more eager to have to sleep with him.

When he finally stops starring at my naked body, and he removes the remainder of his clothes, his lips return to my mouth. It's time to do what I'm here for, the sooner I start, the sooner I get it over with.

I break away from the kiss and slowly place small butterfly kisses on his neck and work my way down to his chest, licking and kissing the skin as I work my way down. As routine would dictate, I automatically block out all emotions and get on with the job. He lies down on his back, pulling me on top of him. He moans slightly as I run my fingers, followed by my tongue over one of his nipples. It's pretty obvious that I'm turning him on because he's starting to get an erection. He moans again as I work my way lower and lower.

He lets out an excited gasp as I take a long lick of his member, causing him to become quite restless as I lick and kiss the tip and then take him fully into my mouth. His chest rises up and down in gasps as we fall into a more steadied rhythm when he begins to thrust in and out of my mouth. I use my tongue to work all the areas he seems to like, I have to work it out quickly as some people have different preferences and I can't take the risk of getting any complaints.

He starts to get even more restless on the bed and he's breaking into a sweat. I know from experience to stop before he comes so that he can enter me and finish it off. They rarely ever tell me if they want me to suck them until they come or come off before they reach orgasm, I just have to guess. Usually they prefer it if I come off, but I've had more than a few hits to the face for stopping. I don't know what he wants, but my instincts tell me to stop.

He mutters something that sounds like 'holy fuck' and stares at me with a surprised look on his face. Shit! He probably wanted me to bring him the entire way! But before I can get a chance to make him back into my mouth again, he's pushed me back onto the bed and is kissing my neck. I'm in a world of my own, but I let out the occasional moan to make him think I'm paying full attention. That's another skill I've learned.

He's on top of me now and he slides a pillow under my back so that I'm angled in the position he wants. I can feel his fully erect penis pressing against me as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me as close to him as I can get.

It's time for the part I dread the most. I prepare to block everything out of my mind that's going to happen and open my legs for him. However, all I can think about is how much it's probably going to hurt. A bit of proper lubricant would be nice, but they rarely bother and when they do it's usually their own spit. They rarely bother to prepare me either and it hurts unbearably when they push inside me all in one go and pound into me roughly as if I were a lifeless doll who can't feel pain. I hope he's not like that.

I screw my eyes shut and get ready for it, trying in vain to drag my mind elsewhere, anywhere but here.

Nothing happens.

It feels like my eyes have been shut for ages, so I dare open one of them to try and work out why he isn't penetrating me. He's still on top of me and his arms are wrapped tightly around me, but he's not moving. What the fuck is going on?

Suddenly he lets go of me and backs away. My eyes open wide and I'm so stunned that for a split second I forget my place and stare right into his eyes. His eyes meet mine but he doesn't discipline like most would for breaking such an important rule.

"I can't do this to you," he whispers.

(End of Chapter 3)

……………………………………………………………………………………………..

Wow! That was a long one! Thank you for staying with me, and again thank you for reading!

There's nothing more annoying than when you get into a story and the writer stops updating. Since so many people seem to like this story, I promise I'll keep going until the end, but please keep reviewing to give me feedback and to let me know if you like where this is going! And don't forget, all suggestions are welcome:D

Laura xx