Warnings: Language,
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the characters of Naruto…
The Slave of His Life
Sure, he'd kissed me before, but that last kiss was… It wasn't like the other kisses. It was… Tender, almost… Was I over thinking this?
After Sasuke left, moments later, Kakashi came in with a platter of food for breakfast, also leaving a basket of cleaning supplies besides the desk. He left as soon as he gave me the things and his departing words were,' keep up the great work, Naru-chan!' Which lead with a trash bin being thrown after him out of my embarrassment. Of course, I regretted my action when I realized that the trash was now all over the floor once again. I groaned in frustration, then glanced towards the desk and eyed the platter of food Kakashi had brought for me. My stomach promptly growled quite obnoxiously at the sight of such a feast and my mouth subconsciously salivated when the intoxicating aromas of the foods reached my nose.
'…I'll clean the room after I eat…' I thought, slowly and shakily getting up to my feet. Then I paused and looked down. And my face flamed. I looked back at the door to the Study and my face only got hotter. 'K-Kakashi saw me… Like this…' I was still basically in the nude with only the huge, white shirt on my shoulders and there was cum smeared across my chest. Did I look like some cheap whore in that silver-haired man's mind now?
With a dejected sigh and a shake of my head, I slowly grabbed the edge of the shirt and wiped myself off. I then proceeded to take the article off, bunch it up, and I threw it at the closed door, jaw clenched and face scrunched up. 'Stupid Sasuke! It's all his fault!' I thought in a sudden fury, glaring around at the room. 'I hate him! Freakin' asshole! I hope he falls into a ditch and dies!'
Despite my inner anger and Sasuke-bashing, I walked towards the door to the side where I left the pile of clothing. At that moment, I didn't care if I found something dirty to wear, so long as it covered up my body as well as my embarrassment. If only it was that easy… But, either way, I found a pair of jeans – my jeans. When-how did they even get in this room? When had I picked them up and why hadn't I noticed them? I stared at them for a long minute, then shrugged and swiftly pulled them on. There was no telling on how they got in here. There were many possibilities. One of them could be that Sasuke stashed them in here for an occasion such as now, for which I was grateful for.
Once the jeans were on, I turned to the side and eyed the fallen trash before the door. I had a ton to do just for this one room, so I might as well get it started. So, in doing so, I attacked the pile of trash, and got it all back into the waste basket. This time, I did the smart thing and tied off the top and pulled the bag out of the basket, finding a second bag at the bottom of the container, folded all nicely. I placed the bulging sack besides the pile of clothes, pulled out the second sack, and readied the basket before replacing it in its rightful spot next to the desk.
Then I turned a calculating gaze to the rest of the room. My eyes landed on the food and my stomach growled. Okay, I cleaned up the trash. That was enough cleaning for now, right? I mean, the room looked the teeniest bit better than it had before, so that was a definite plus. I nodded to myself and marched right over to the desk and fell into the huge, comfortable and expensive chair behind Sasuke's desk. I glanced over the room, then quickly dove down into my food, relishing in the exquisite tastes. If anything, this sure as hell beat the food the French camp would have served. You know, the place I was supposed to be at. The place my parents believed I was at. But, with the fantastic tastes on my tongue, I figured this wasn't such a bad thing, being here. Again, while chewing on a piece of bacon, I glanced around the room, this time with a look of innocent wonder. Hm…
Between cleaning the windows, picking up things from the ground and placing them onto Sasuke's desk to be put away later, and wiping down all the furniture, I was nearly done until Kakashi decided to come back in with a vacuum cleaner. He also grabbed the pile of clothes and the trash, just to help a little. He grinned at me, and then disappeared quickly, not bothering on any departing words. I watched his retreating back in silence till the door was closed behind him, then I eyed the vacuum. I sighed in resignation to my fate and walked over to it and got to cleaning the carpet. I was done in ten minutes. I wrapped the cord back around the machine and left the vacuum by the door, then I turned towards Sasuke's desk and eyed it warily. Cleaning that was all I had left to do.
I was left standing there for a long minute, wondering if I really had to. Then I gathered up the courage needed and marched over to the desk. It wasn't that the desk was scary, nor was it horribly dirty. It was just… A bit intimidating. Or, well, the objects on top and possibly within was what had me feeling a bit threatened. Things that I found on the floor earlier had been picked up and tossed onto the desk without much thought. That also included the things I found under the couch. And, surely, one can remember what had fallen beneath it, right?
That's right. The ring.
And the lube, let's not forget that little sucker. I'd thrown that onto the desk after I had used it earlier… I was glad for its use, but… Shit…
And now I had to touch them again to clean the desk. Man… I was such a pussy. I would gladly shout that to the world if it meant getting out of having to move them. Except, beggars can't be choosers, so I went about to finishing up. Procrastinating wouldn't do me any good anyways. So, I moved to stand between the desk and the grand chair and started to open the side drawers, tossing tidbits of things into them that looked like were their rightful spots. Paper clips, pens and pencils, rubber bands, some documents that looked pretty important – those went into the top drawer where there was easier access. All of that was easily put away with almost no effort whatsoever. But it was done a little too quick for my tastes and then there was only the… sex instruments left.
With a look of loathing on my face, I reached down and opened the bottom left drawer, cringing slightly at the sight of the tin black box I found in there. Stupid box… Stupid, dirty box holding a bunch of dirty, bad sex objects… I looked back up to the desk top and snatched up the ring and bottle up lube quickly tossing them into the drawer before slamming it shut. Then I fell back into the huge chair and leaned back, sighing in relief. I was finally done! Whoo-hoo! I grinned up at the popcorn ceiling, sighing one more time. My gaze slowly slid down till they reached the door that left the room and I eyed it contemplatively, humming in thought. Thinking of "dirty sex toys" made me feel kind of gross, especially after remembering I had used those nasty toys on myself in the past twenty-four hours. It'd probably do me real good if I were to take a shower…
'Know what?!' I hopped off the chair and started to trot towards the door, going around the desk without taking my eyes off of my route. 'That sounds like a splendid idea! I want a shower! I probably need to clean off anyways – I probably stink…' Without further ado, I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, glancing from side to side wonderingly. 'Now… Which way is to the nearest bathroom?'
"Looking for something?"
"WAH!" Spooked, I jumped towards the left as my head flashed towards the right, my eyes huge from the fright at the sudden voice of Kakashi. "What the fuck, man!? Why'd you sneak up on me like that?! How'd you even do that, anyways? I just looked away for a SECOND and –POOF- there you are! How'd you do that? Can you teach me? What-MF!" A hand was slapped over my mouth to stop the ceaseless babbling while an amused, though partly annoyed look, appeared in the man's eyes. He looked ready to smack me upside the head.
"Someone seems hyper today." Kakashi smiled. "Sleep must have done you some good, huh, Naru-chan?"
I glared heatedly at him and quickly smacked his hand away from my mouth. "Shut up." My earlier eagerness at his ninja-ness had evaporated into nothing. What a shame. "Can you show me the way to the bathroom? Please?"
"Now, why would I do a thing like that?" And out came a little orange book that the silver-haired man whipped from one of his back pockets. I stared at it for a moment, then made a face in revulsion. Maybe the guy only had manners when his boss was here? I mean, seriously? Who read porn in front of a minor? And a crappy one at that? I mean, seriously? Icha Icha Paradise? Who read that shitty series? If you were going to read porn, at least try and find the good stuff. Jiraiya's novels sucked—WHOOOA. Hold the boat. Kakashi was reading one of Jiraiya's books? A dark grin slid onto my face. Perfect.
"Why wouldn't you, Kakashi?" My grin quickly changed into a pout and I crossed my arms against my bare chest. "I really need a shower. And some new clothes. Like, really bad."
A silver eye brow was raised, but the man's bicolored eyes were glued to the pages of his porn book. "Is that so?" He wondered, though was clearly not interested.
"Yeah." I tilted my head some, watching him closely. "I'd really appreciate it if you helped me out."
"I bet you would," hummed Kakashi as he flipped a page, his eyes scanning over the page he was now on.
Now was my chance. He was paying attention, but not enough. I grinned. "Uncle Jiraiya would not be pleased if you didn't help me out, Kakashi…"
"He wouldn't, would he—wait." Black and red eyes were torn from the page of porn and stared right into my gaze with a little mixture of intrigue and confusion, and doubt. "What did you just say..?"
"Oh, nothing," I smiled sweetly at him, then quickly turned away and started wondering down the hall, unable to contain the evil smirk that formed on my face when I heard his light footsteps following behind me.
"No… Come one, Naru-chan... What did you say?" Kakashi persisted in such a curious tone, making me cackle hysterically inwardly. Damn, that was much too easy. The man must have been a crazy fanboy of my perverted Uncle to have caught and latched onto the name so quickly even though he'd clearly been "ignoring" me. It was incredibly… odd, yet refreshing in a way because I finally had an advantage over someone else for a change. And, man did it feel good!
"Sorry, Kakashi. I would repeat myself, but I'm kinda looking for some clothes and the bathroom. Maybe I'll remember it after my search," I furtively said, trying my best not to start snickering out loud.
However, before my devious plan of getting what I wanted was able to be completed, the girl from dinner last night popped up right between us out of thin air, giving me a mischievous look of her own. Ayame, if I remember her name to be correctly, had her hair tied back into a complicated bun this morning and was wearing another French maid dress, except this one was blue and had even more frills than the last one.
"Looking for clothes, you say?" She asked, a glint appearing in her eyes. "Why, Naruto-kun, I think we may be able to help each other…"
My eyes slowly widened and I gulped nervously. Something was about to go down. Why does it feel as if my plans had all backfired on me?
By the time I finally had some clothing on me, I was solely surprised Ayame had let me take a shower first. She was so very demanding and bossy – something I would not have guessed at first glance. She looked to be the type that was shy and quiet. Sort of like Hinata, but not as bad. And, yet, Ayame was anything but. No, it was worse. Much worse.
"Turn to the side an inch, Naru-chan. Small steps. Don't mess up the stitching."
I gulped and did as I was told, trying my damnest to keep my shoulders straight as I moved my feet the way she wanted.
"Quit sucking your belly in, Naru-chan. It will mess up the measurements I put so much work into making."
At the chastising, I let out the breath I hadn't consciously known I'd been holding. "Sorry," I muttered.
"That's quite alright." Ayame's brows were furrowed in concentration as she fiddled with the hem of the clothing, the tip of her pink tongue sticking out at the corner of her mouth. Her brown locks were sticking out in odd angles, some sticking to her forehead while most of her hair was tied back in a clumsy pony tail. If I hadn't been in the forced situation I was in, I probably would have thought the girl as cute. But what with her demanding personality, I kind of backed off the 'cute' thoughts, too scared to think further on that.
"A-Ayame… Are you nearly done?" I asked quietly, yet was unable to hide the whiney-ness from my tone. The question sent a pointed stare up my way and I winced at the deadpan look the girl was giving me.
"If you ask on more time, Naru-chan, I'll be sure to let Sasuke-Sama see my latest addition to your new wardrobe. While you're wearing it." The girl threatened, making me in turn grow a shade paler. Like hell I was going to let Sasuke see me wearing this-this-this absurdity!
"I'-I'm sorry." I apologized through clenched teeth, feeling like a whipped puppy; ears pressed down and my tail between my legs. Why did I let this crazy girl dress me up like this for? Shit! I looked like a damn girl!
Ayame had forced me into a short, white kimono. The hem was so low, it was only an inch or two longer than the French maid dress I'd worn the day before. The sleeves were long and loose and the silky white fabric was decorated with pink sakura petals. Ayame was perfecting it's shape so that it fit my body better, but I figured she just wanted to play dress up with her new favorite doll – Me.
"That's a good boy." She smiled sweetly at me, then she took a step back and gave the kimono a critical look, humming and rubbing her chin contemplatively. "I think I'm finished… How does it feel on you?"
"U-uhm… Fine? I guess…" I mumbled, teeth still clenched as my cheeks grew very warm in embarrassment. If she was done, did that mean I could finally get out of this damn thing?
"Ah! No, not done just yet, Naru-chan!"
My shoulders sagged. Dammit.
"You stand right there, alright? Don't move a muscle till I get back." The girl scolded me, scowling at me as if I had already moved out of line.
I merely nodded to appease her, then watched as she quickly walked out of the room. The moment she was gone, I let out a deep sigh and looked down at myself, grimacing at what I saw. Truthfully, I didn't look half bad. In fact, the colors went well with each other, complimenting me in the same equation. Sure, there was pink, but… Heck. So long as no one other than Ayame ever saw me in this, I could enjoy it. I didn't exactly hate it. Did that make me weird? I'm a boy, after all… Maybe Sasuke was doing something to mess up my wiring…
"Okay, Naru-chan. Put these on real quick, and then I'll get rid of the extra strings for you." Ayame had returned and I glanced up to see what it was she was holding out for me.
"Er, okay." I took them and stared down at what I held, only to grimace. Damn it all to hell. This woman, I swear. I looked back up at her and tried my hardest not to let my grimace show. "Ayame…"
"Yes, Naru-chan?" The brunette distractedly asked, looking through a bag for something.
"Why… Do you want me to wear this..?"
She finally looked up and glanced to the things she'd given me. "Well, why not?" She moved her gaze up to meet mine, a kind smile curving her lips. But I knew what it was. A mask to hide the evil smirk she had hidden. She was evil!
I looked back down and stared blankly at the white thigh-high socks. Those were okay. Those I could wear and not feel embarrassed by. But the other two accessories? Fuuuck no. What if someone saw me in them?
"Oh, come on, now, Naru-chan! Put them on!" Ayame straightened to and walked back over to me, smiling much too happily for my liking. She snatched what was on top and clipped the two things onto the sides of my head. Black cat ears. Then she grabbed the matching black tail that was extra long, but I stopped her there, knowing what came next.
"Whoa! Uh, I can do that, th-thanks." I grabbed the tail as she merely giggled at me. I waited till she turned around to continue searching through her bag before I hitched up the kimono some. Again, I was wearing another thong, this time white. It was on Ayame's demand and, obviously, I didn't dare say no to her. She was kinda scary. And the kimono was too shorts for boxers, so I couldn't wear those. I probably could have worn briefs, but… Ayame wasn't going to have any of that. So I did as I was told, mentally wondering why the fuck girls were so weird.
While her back was turned, I slipped the then belt around my waist that had the big, puffy black cat tail attached to the back of it. I shifted it around to make sure it looked alright in the back, and then clipped the belt nice and tight to my waist so that it didn't fall. Once it was on, I pushed the kimono down back over what I could hide and looked up and the girl, sighing heavily. What I wouldn't give for a normal day at this point…
"It's on," I muttered to her reluctantly, gripping the hem of the kimono in embarrassment.
Ayame looked up and, immediately, her eyes widened and her mouth formed a little 'o' in surprise.
Mortified, I stared back at her as my cheeks heated up. What did I look like? Why the heck wasn't there a mirror in here for me?
"Oh, dear Gods, Naruto!" Ayame smiled real big, still staring at me. "You are the most adorable thing I've ever seen! Gosh! Just look at you!" She gushed, slapping her cheeks, shaking her head. Her eyes looked me up and down like she couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing. Before I knew it, she was grabbing a camera from her bag and taking quick shots of me. I sputtered in confusion and shame, but she ignored me in favor for a few more shots. "Gosh!" She squealed, looking at what she'd caught. "So cute! I can't wait to show the girls!"
"Th-the girls?! Ay-Ayame, please don't show anyone!" I exclaimed. If I could blush any harder without exploding from the pressure, I did, and I gave the girl my best puppy face.
Somehow, it worked, if only a little bit. She faltered, probably taking pity on me, and then sighed heavily. "Oh, alright. I won't show them. I'll show Sasuke instead." She said brightly, putting her camera away for the time being as I, again, stammered uncontrollably. "Now, you hold still, alright? I need to get those lose strings off." The girl pulled something out from her pocket and walked back over to me, in my personal bubble once again.
I raised a brow at her questioningly while silently wishing for the blush to hurry up and go away. "Don't you need scissors, Ayame?" I asked her curiously. I didn't see any nearby. And what the heck was in her hand?
"What? Oh, nah. This'll make it look better." The girl showed what was in her hand and I nearly freaked out. I mean, it was only a damn lighter. But the moment she showed it, she lit it up and brought it way too damn close to me and the kimono's edges.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" I squeaked, trying to lean away as fast as I could. Yet, she grabbed me by the shoulder to keep me in place, her eyes on the flame.
"Don't freak out, Naru-chan. I don't want to accidentally burn you." She scolded before she started to get to work burning off the extra strings. I stared transfixed on the flame, body stiff as a board. If she burned me, I swear she was going to be kicked in the face! I did not want to be burned, dammit!
What only made things worse were the words that came unexpectedly from the doorway.
"Now, what on earth is this, hm? Dressing him up for me, Miss Ayame?"
Okay. So, I freaked. Badly. I hadn't been expecting Sasuke to come home at such a time, so who could blame me? Well, what happened next was horrible. The poor girl had been right in front of my legs and, just as promised though she hadn't burned me, I kicked her right dab in the face. With an 'oof!', her face jerked up and her hands went flying, as did the lighter.
In slow mode, we all watched the little lit object fly high in the air, way too close to the ceiling. And, would you know it? There were sprinklers in here. Why would there be sprinklers inside a house? Hell if I know! But the little flame set them off, unfortunately, and water began to pour down from the system, immediately drenching the two occupants standing inside the room: Ayame and myself.
We stood there in shock, watching the lighter fall to the ground, the flame now completely out. Then Ayame squeaked and looked towards the doorway, eyes wide.
"I-I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed all the while rubbing her face where I'd accidentally hit her. "Y-You're home so early!"
I looked towards the doorway as well, mind blank though shock showing clearly on my face. Sasuke stood outside the room, watching as the room got wetter and wetter with every second that ticked by. Then his eyes lowered to meet mine and something flickered through his ebony stare. I couldn't make out what it was when he abruptly looked away when Kakashi appeared next to him, looking quiet amused by the sight he saw.
"I'll just go turn the system off now, ne?" The man cheerfully said before disappearing once again. Seconds passed, and then the waterworks were turned off, thankfully.
"Gosh, I'm so sorry, Uchiha! I'll get this cleaned right away! I'm -."
"Miss Ayame, if you will, please." Sasuke quietly cut the girl off, moving to the side of the doorway and holding a hand out in dismissal. "Do not worry about cleaning it up. I shall have someone do it for you. Thank you for today's hard work. You may have the rest of the day off." The man smiled kindly at her and I couldn't help but gape openly at him. He wasn't mad? That was weird. Something was clearly off. Why was he smiling and being kind?
Ayame didn't question his kindness. She merely picked up all of her belongings and made a mad-dash out of the room without a second glance back. I stared at her retreating back in longing, wishing I could be her and go back home. Damn lucky girl…
I was brought back to the moment when I noticed the man moving towards me, causing me to snap my eyes back to his. There it was again, that look. Now that I had a closer view of it, I realized what it was almost immediately: lust. I gulped nervously and tried to move back off of the platform. However, I didn't see the little puddle behind me and I slipped and started to fall. My eyes widened, I flailed out my arms, and – was caught just in time by Sasuke. His arms went around my waist and my face was buried into his chest.
His warmth was what my body registered first – I hadn't realized how cold it was in the room till just now – and then I felt him chuckling. My face went flaming again and I peered up at him from where I was at, scowling.
"Wh-what's so funny?" I stuttered.
"Oh, just that you're finally falling for me." He chuckled again as I gave him a blank look. Was this guy for real?
And that was when I heard another unexpected voice that made me tense up.
"Dude, Sasuke! How'd you trash your house this time? You've barely been here for five minutes and – Ohh! Who's Blondie?" I looked up towards the doorway once again just in time to see a pale man with purple eyes licking his lips in a seductive way, staring right into my eyes. I shivered at the gaze and felt the man around me tense at the action.
"Suigetsu, I told you to wait in the Study." Sasuke told the other in a disapproving tone. He was not pleased. His arms tightened around me and I moved my arms up to grip the front of his suit jacket, wondering who the fuck this new guy was and why he was here.
"And you think I'd follow your demands? Do I ever?" This guy, Suigetsu as Sasuke had called him, scoffed, rolling his eyes. He finally tore his gaze away from mine and gave the back of Sasuke's back a smirk, a devious glint in his eyes. "Is this your new boy toy, Sasuke? Mind sharing him with me for a night, maybe two…?"
I froze in the embrace and felt dread fill my stomach. 'New boy toy'? 'Share'? Oh, dear fuck. What was Sasuke going to get me into now?
