[Talking in Norse]
[Talking regular]
Chapter Rating: PG
There it went again that unmistakable look of hatred.
The youth was used to seeing such a look back at his own village that was before it was scorched to a crisp. Somehow, he knew that all those faces would be permanently scarred in his memory.
He tried not to make any eye contact as he gained his composure. Anxiety had always been a cruel bitch and yet it was hard to be pinned underneath that intense gaze as both he and the Viking king stood on polar opposite ends of the room just like predator and prey would.
He dared not come any closer the effects from the last time he got close were still freshly painted in his memory.
Too late to run now, he thought as he gazed longingly at the exit.
Maybe, he should have let his cousin stay after all! At least then he would have felt less awkward with Gaara by his side. Plus, Gaara was least likely to be intimidated by the Scandinavian King, standing adjacent to him.
"Come. " The somber-haired king's doleful voice had echoed throughout the still lounge.
Naruto felt his throat grow dry at the command. He was amazed that his limbs were actually functional. He had crossed the distance between them until he was equal to arm's reach.
The olive-skinned youth made sure not to give off any defiant demeanor he sometimes gave off when he was intimidated. "You are hereby prohibited from leaving your bed chambers, without my permission." Naruto could have sworn the man looked smug about it.
There had been two times in Naruto's life where his mouth had gotten him into serious trouble and today this would be the third.
"No," even though he had muttered the word, it still felt like he had rather belched it out instead. Next thing he knew he was being grasped by the nape of his hair and jerked painfully close.
He had placed both palms flat on the King's chest to sturdy himself while this was all taking place.
"If you're going to kill me then just do it! I'm getting tired of these games, but I won't stay locked away like some prisoner!" He growled.
"Oh but, you are."
By now his chin was tilted outwards and through all the pain and confusion Naruto never would have expected what came next, clenching his eyes shut as he felt something caress his cheek.
Involuntary a shiver had crept down his spine as he laid eyes on that admirable surface. There had been something there that was not entirely hated, but a whole other emotion that really wasn't meant for him to identify, and the thing he felt stroking his cheek was, in fact, the Viking's thumb.
He had cupped his left cheek as his polished ivory thumb was smoothing over Naruto's birthmarks, making the blonde heave in a breath.
The pain in the back of his head had subsided as the hand that was gripping his mane had now made its way down to his prominent collar bone, then his right shoulder while casually making its way down to Naruto's bent elbow. It could have been the fact that Naruto resembled the late Queen or that the King was probably getting off on the display of dominance.
In the spur of the moment, Naruto comprehends just how close the man's face was getting it reminded him of the way the sun would descend towards the horizon.
By now Naruto had a faint tent to the bridge of his nose, unsure of what to do once the tip of their nose met and their lips faintly grazed; though the contact was minimal it was enough to cause Naruto to recollection that nightfall he met the King for the first time, closing his eyes he intuitively rolled his head to the side and out of the attended kiss.
Now with his face fully aflame, and with all that blood traveling to his head the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat rushing to his ears.
This was the first time he had ever been intimate with somebody before.
Plus the Viking King's mood swings were unsettling enough one minute he hated him, and the next he is like this. Perchance it could have something to do with the fact that Naruto resembled his deceased wife which could have been disarming to him but still, Naruto was a damn human being. He deserved respect.
No matter how insufficient it may seem there had been a connection.
The proximity between them was intoxicating and for a fleeting moment, Naruto found himself wanting both the King and his world to meet. Naruto felt his temperature soaring never before had this sensitivity transpire to a certain degree that he had instantly felt guilty for it.
What would anybody else do in this situation? If Naruto was in his healthy state of mind he'd probably cover up his foreign feelings with wit.
"I see your actions speak louder than your words. Am I nothing more than a vile insect to you?"
Damn it! Why does everything have to be so complicated with this individual?
Sasuke was back to being the psychopathic sadist.
"I never said that!"
"You didn't have to."
He may have imagined it but Naruto was convinced he saw a twinge of hurt in those murky depths, but he could have just easily imagined it. Obviously, he did not take rejection all that well.
I guess being given everything you ever wanted in life could have that effect on people.
The next thing he knew he was being dragged across the floor, and even when Naruto fought like his life depended on it, alas this was in vain. The Viking monarch's size and weight played a huge factor in this.
"I won't go through this again!" Naruto finally snapped his struggle growing more desperate now.
For a moment, the Viking had ceased in his action but swiftly had continued to drag the flaxen-aired youth down the hallway by the back of his tunic.
The Gods must find this amusing.
He could feel his approaching predestination as he was dragged further down the long stretch of the hallway until they reached a dim-looking room where he was forced onto the bedding right on his stomach. Okay, now his warning bells were practically blaring at him.
And then something very strange had happened the hem of his tunic was lifted. Naruto jumped but then was forced face down again by a hand pressing down between his shoulder blades.
And then the unexpected happened he cringed at the spark of pain that traveled up his spine as an assault to his backside was taking place. Sasuke had been impulsive normally, he wouldn't have spanked another individual.
He never did that before. However, it was the only thing to come to mind. He delivered another smack to the boy's backside, causing the youth's backside to turn a bright red.
He delivered another smack then another and another.
The captive had released a muffled groan from the bedding, abruptly the blonde's entire body went ridged.
Naruto gnawed harshly on his lower lip to stifle any more noises his backside was starting to sting. He began to struggle with the monarch. Naruto had coyly peered over his shoulder at his assaulter with a face fully ablaze. This would be the first time ever in his life that he had been spanked.
He would have picked sudden death over this humiliation. He was not a child to be flogged.
He was seventeen for crying out loud.
"Next time shut that loud trap of yours." There was a look of holier-than-thou expression on Sasuke's face.
