((Hey all!! Sorry this took so long... I have waaaaay too much shit going on in my life... So as my fantabules BETA WordSlaveWriter said, it's getting boring. so i swear, the action will start in the next chapter, which will be out much sooner. cuz school is almost over, so i will have lots of time to write. YAY!))

As his new master lead around the side of the largest house Iruka had ever seen, he glanced side long at the man holding his leash. He was handsome, he decided, despite the strange mask that covered the lower half of his face and left eye. Instead of hiding the man's attractiveness, it seemed to add to it, giving the tall figure a sense of mystery. While the brown-eyed man studied the person walking next to him, Kakashi did the same. Yes, he thought, this man is a true beauty. His skin was several shades darker then his own, and his hair and eyes were both a rich, deep brown. Iruka's lips were pouted ever so slightly, and Kakashi noticed the way the deep pink color contrasted with his skin. The scar that ran across his nose and under each eye gave the man's face a sense of endurance and rugged charm. The silver haired man was pulled from his observations by the sudden sight of a door. He pressed his left thumb into the door handle, waiting for a moment before a soft 'click' was heard. Kakashi transferred the leash to his left hand before opening the door and stepping inside the small house.

It was technically a guesthouse, but the Uchiha brothers rarely had company, so Kakashi used it when he was done with his butler duties. And although it was smaller then the main house, it was still quite impressive. It had two stories and a basement, and was large enough for a family of five. Iruka silently took note of the grand staircase that wound it's way around the entire room, and of the large plush couches in various hues of blue that littered the room. The carpet was a beautiful pure white that would have been impossible to maintain if not for the amazingly expensive carpet cleaners that showed up once a month. Kakashi glanced at Iruka, trying to gauge his reaction. If his guess was right, he had never been in a house like this… or any house at all even. Kakashi began to wonder about Iruka's past. Had it been anything like his own?

Kakashi had been a slave all his life. He was born into slavery, and he had never really thought about being anything else. Kakashi's life had been normal for a slave. Before the age of six, he had woken up at 5am, eaten what he could get, or rather, what was left after the older unsold slaves had their fill. After his meager breakfast, he had lessons. He was taught how to clean, how to care for pets, how to cook, how to sew, basic math and reading, and erotic lessons. The last included how to walk, how to talk, how to act, how to moan, how to beg, how to fake an orgasm, and conditioning. Conditioning covered endurance, as well as having dildos inserted into his anus and mouth. As he got older, the dildos got larger. When he was six, he had been put up for auction for the first time. He was sold to an old man that had out bid the other customers by more than Kakashi had thought possible.

The old man had defiantly taken advantage of all of the training the boy had. After 11 years, the old man had FINALLY died and Kakashi had been sent back to market. Orochimaru had bought him for next to nothing, simply because no one dared to bid after the slimy man had. Itachi had found him soon thereafter. It was a long time before Kakashi had felt comfortable enough to really speak his mind to his new masters and relax. After he had, the Uchihas had set him free. So when he had seen Iruka in the same red robes he had worn, seen the same hopeless look in his eyes, Kakashi decided to do the same for this man.

The taller man gently took Iruka's arm, noting how he flinched at the touch, and guided him to a doorway that Iruka had overlooked.

It turned out to be a kitchen, complete with all the appliances and a breakfast bar. Kakashi released the slave and motioned for him to seat at the breakfast bar, so he would be facing the kitchen. Iruka did so hesitantly, as if making sure that was what Kakashi wanted. The silver-haired man walked into the kitchen, dragging one of the stools from the bar with him. He took a seat across from Iruka, who eyed him skittishly.

"Are you hungry? Or thirsty?" Kakashi asked, getting up from the stool he had just sat down in. Iruka's eyes widened.

"N-no Master. I am fine… would you like me to get you anything?" he asked in earnest, also vacating his seat in order to walk to the refrigerator, one hand resting on the handle. Kakashi raised his left eyebrow before placing his hands on Iruka's shoulders.

The brunette tensed, and his eyes shut. "Master?" he questioned in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

"You don't know where anything is. And you have had a long day. I can get food. Go sit." He said in a voice that did not invite argument. Iruka nodded slowly before slipping out from under Kakashi's hands and walking around the bar to sit in the stool he had recently abandoned. Kakashi smiled at him… or, rather, his left eye crinkled, it was hard to say if the man was actually smiling beneath the mask. "Now I ask again," the tall man said cheerfully, "Would you like something to eat or drink?"

"Um… water would be fine," Iruka answered, keeping his eyes downcast. "Nothing to eat?" Kakashi questioned. "I… um… alright. Anything is fine with me, Master."

Kakashi flashed him a smile… or, Iruka thought he had. It was hard to tell with that mask. The brunet slave offered a small smile of his own as he watched the taller man walk to the fridge and take out some Bri cheese and two bottles of water.

Kakashi reached over with his almost impossibly long arms and grabbed a plate out of the cabinet closet to Iruka, setting the cheese on it and snagging some crackers and a butter knife to complete the snack. As Kakashi sliced the cheese, Iruka thought that maybe his new home wouldn't be to bad.

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~Nemo-Hime