Sasuke sat against the door of the bathroom, sweating slightly with his hand wrapped around his member, his head tilted back against the door and his eyes tightly closed. It had only been maybe three minutes since he'd fled to the bathroom, but already he was so close. His mind kept replaying over and over the slave's brazen actions; the warm tongue against his ear, the teeth gingerly grazing against his neck...

Sasuke shivered, his skin flushed and sweaty as he strained, his hand moving slightly faster and faster, his breath hitching as he could feel the curling feeling in the pit of his stomach, his lips parted as his body stiffened, tensing and readying itself for the well needed explosion. His toes curled in on themselves and just as he felt himself on the edge, ready to spill over, he was startled away from the door by a sudden knocking on his bedroom door.

He gasped, his hand flying away from his member and to the floor to catch himself from face planting the tile, his entire body twitching and spasming, his penis straining and pre-cum dripping tauntingly down the head even as he took a large breath and tried to control the trembling in his body.

"Coming!" he shouted, doing his best to disguise the quiver in his voice, even as his mind found the dark humor in the situation.

Coming; yeah, he really wished he was, right now. Taking a few more deep breaths, he tried to will his painful erection away with no success, and ended up throwing on one of his bath robes over his clothes to hide it. Growling at the interruption, he burst out of the bathroom and stomped toward his bedroom door, unlocking it and yanking it open to reveal one of his father's older slaves. She seemed severely startled by his obvious anger, and he could easily hear the trembling in her voice as she stuttered out,

"L-Lord Uchiha wants to s-see you and your n-new slave when he gets home i-in an hour. He said to wait i-in the lounge."

Of course. Leave it to his father to want to take up his only day off from school.

"Alright," he sighed.

He wanted to give a more scathing response, but it wasn't the slave's fault, and he had already scared her enough. He usually tried to be nice to them when his father wasn't around, but she had just caught him at a... bad time. She gave him a shaky bow and took off, probably still frightened at his earlier actions, which only made him feel guiltier. He would have to find a way to apologize out of his father's watchful eye later. Until then, he was left with other matters to deal with.

Running a frustrated hand through his hair, Sasuke closed the door, and turned to lean his back against it. His earlier frustrations having long since subsided, he thought about what to do now. His father would expect that Sasuke had already given the boy his title, which would designate exactly what the boy meant to him. To be a slave would mean minimal meaning, to which he would be assumed to let anyone do as they pleased to the boy. To be a servant would tie him down to only Sasuke, except in the eyes of his father. To be a sex toy would mean the boy would be free game to any friends his father brought around the house, and all three of those options would still get the boy abused in many ways.

He already had more than enough scars on his body; he had only just started feeding the boy, and if he chose any of those options, he was basically putting the boy up for auction again. As much as he hated the idea, that left only for him to become Sasuke's pet. A cherished companion that belonged wholly to its owner and no one else; to even lay hands on someone else's pet without permission was a punishable crime. However... he had promised himself three years ago he would never take another pet again. Not after...

Scowling and pushing himself away from the door, he decided he still had roughly an hour to think it over. Heading toward his dresser, he fished out his phone from the drawer, remembering he still had yet to call Hinata and thank her for her assistance last night. So what if he was putting off interacting with that boy for now?

"Psychic Hotline; you have the wrong number."

He paused for a moment, caught off guard by the strange greeting.

"Hinata?"

"Oh, hey Sasuke. What's up?"

"Okay, you need to stop answering the phone like that. It's getting harder and harder to tell if you're joking or not."

He heard a chuckle from the other end of the line before she replied,

"Good! Then it's working. It's my fail safe, you know; for people I really don't want to talk to. I get a lot of spam calls and all."

"Right... anyway. I just wanted to thank you for last night. I owe you one."

"Oh yeah, that's right; how's the little fella' doing?"

Chancing a glance toward the walk-in closet, Sasuke ran his free hand through his hair. The door was still closed and locked, and there had been no sounds coming from in there. Honestly, as far as he knew, the boy might have hung himself by now. Of course, he really didn't think the boy would do anything like that, but he did have to admit, now that he'd thought about it, he was a little more eager to find out if he was okay.

"Um... he's fine, I guess. A pain in the neck." Or a nibble to the neck.

A sudden flash of the events from earlier swept through his brain, and suddenly Sasuke was trying to breathe through the sudden desire that flooded to his crotch and heated his face.

"That's good to hear. I really hope he starts talking to you soon, I think -"

She was cut off mid-sentence, and Sasuke could hear faint sounds in the background that sounded like a door opening and an indistinct voice. He couldn't make out what was said, but when Hinata started speaking again, it was with a hurried and hushed tone.

"Crap, my cousin's here. Looks like I've got more political arguments coming my way again. I'm sorry, I've got to go; can we talk again later?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it. Take care of what you have to, and I'll see you around."

"Thanks a million, see you soon!"

Without another word the line went dead, and Sasuke was left to sigh, staring down at the phone. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence, after all. Neji Hyuuga, Hinata's cousin was one of the prominent figures in the higher Clans, and typically handled most of the situations that arose between Hinata and the people who opposed her way of life. It couldn't be helped. Pocketing the phone this time, he turned his attention back toward the closet, both wanting and dreading walking over and unlocking the heathen within. He wasn't afraid of the boy; he just wasn't looking forward to the confrontation at all.

Forcing himself to suck it up and remembering he was now on a time restraint, he schooled his expression into his usual bored look as he strode meaningfully toward the closet. With a single motion, he had unlocked the door and swung it open, only to be assaulted by a full frontal image of a very nude blonde, who was holding onto one of his shirts. The sweats he had been wearing previously had been discarded onto the floor, among a larger pile of otherwise clean clothes of Sasuke's that had been hanging up. The shirt draped over scarred knuckles was a deep black, but was inadvertently held just high enough that Sasuke's eyes dipped unconsciously lower, having full view of -

"It's about time. Did you cum?"

Startled out of his thoughts, his eyes flying back to meet those piercing blue eyes that were staring back at him, sparkling mischievously. Sasuke could feel heat rising to the tips of his ears, and struggled to remain stoic as he completely ignored the jab.

"Why are you naked?"

"Does it bother you?"

"Answer the question."

This time, the boy arched an eyebrow, the two staring each other down for a good minute before the boy finally looked back toward the rack of clothing he'd been going to, slipping the shirt in his hands over his head. The shirt fluttered over toned flesh, hiding the scars and various other injuries beneath it, falling just short of his hips and leaving his entire lower half exposed. Fighting to keep his eyes from roaming, Sasuke leaned against the door frame for support as he listened to the boy's reply.

"You left me in here with nothing to do. I got bored, so I started trying on your clothes. If I wasn't so skinny anymore, we'd be about the same size."

He reached for a pair of Sasuke's tighter pants, slipping them on and pulling at the waistband, showing a good distance between the hem and his stomach as if to make a point.

"And on that note," he continued, glancing back at Sasuke, "I'm still hungry. Got anything else to eat?"

The heat at the tip of Sasuke's ears had returned, but instead of embarrassment, this time it was out of anger. The nerve of this slave...! Never in his life had anyone ever treated him so... so... callously! Like he was beneath the boy in some way, shape or form. He couldn't understand it, let alone let it continue. If his father ever saw the boy act the way he was acting right now... there would be more screams and blood to worry about.

Sasuke let the heat of the moment drive him forward, off the door frame and toward the boy, his hand coming out to grasp the blonde by the collar of his newly 'borrowed' shirt. Just from his experience trying to lead the boy around by the chains he was bought in, Sasuke knew he didn't have the strength to lift him with only one arm, so instead he yanked the boy closer, inches away from his face.

"Do not think that just because I have shown you kindness," he growled. "That you have the right to treat me however you please. I am your Master. Remember. Your. Place."

Sasuke watched the boy's eyes widen slightly as a myriad of emotions flitted across his face, most of them too fast for Sasuke to make out exactly what was what. By the time he had barely pieced together a couple of the emotions: surprise, confusion, and defiance; the blonde sunk to his knees in front of Sasuke, effectively breaking the grasp he had on the collar of the shirt. For a second, he stood there, his own eyes wide as he gazed down at the shock of blonde hair suddenly level with his lower stomach, so when hands came around the waistband of his trousers, it startled him.

He jerked backward, unable to move the boy's hands before they dragged his pants and underwear down, where they caught on his thighs. The awkward position, the suddenness of the entire situation, and still being in the process of trying to back up while his pants were restricting his legs was what finally made Sasuke loose his balance. Gasping, he flailed out toward the door, unable to catch onto the frame before he toppled to the ground, landing on his bare ass before his head hit the floor. The impact instantly gave Sasuke a headache, a groan slipping past his lips as the entire situation momentarily disappeared.

It was only when he felt something deliciously warm and wet renew his sudden arousal for the second time today that his mind snapped back to the situation at hand. He tried to disguise a moan with a gasp as he tried to lift himself onto his elbows, only to regret the decision instantly. Just the sight of the boy so tenderly lowering his head down between Sasuke's legs made his entire body tremble with an intense lust.

Words refused to form on his tongue. His body refused his commands to shove the boy off. His eyes refused to look away from the erotic sight. Paralyzed by the pure, agonizing desire and the sharp, intense pleasure making his body shudder violently, he wondered hopelessly what situation he'd gotten himself into before all thought disappeared from his mind.