The Submissive Dominant

Summary: Sasuke is a lifelong Dom until he meets Naruto. How can two Doms find a peaceful coexistence? Someone is going to have to break.

The Submissive Dominant

Warnings for fic as a whole: M/M, BDSM, D/s, cursing, dirty talk, sexual situations, toys, etc…

Part One

Sasuke Uchiha, five star chef and owner of three of the most successful restaurants in San Francisco, glared at his brother who sat calmly staring at him while sipping on a cup of coffee. The two sat in the office located above of the club Itachi owned. The longer and harder he glared at the man, the more amused his brother became. The glare wasn’t truly directed at Itachi but only used as an outlet for his mounting frustrations.

Recent events had him becoming more and more frustrated with his personal life. His long time partner and submissive had recently become involved with another. Neji’s relationship with Shikamaru was of the vanilla variety but apparently he loved the man more than he loved the scene. That wasn’t to say Sasuke had been in love with Neji. Their relationship had been one of mutual satisfaction but not love. Neji didn’t like doing scenes with strangers. Sasuke liked how Neji was comfortable. He knew exactly which buttons to push and they fit well together physically. He was tempted to strike a deal with his now former submissive, but just couldn’t bring himself to bother. It really wasn’t worth the drama.

“Sasuke, just go into the club. Find someone you like. It’s not that hard.” Itachi was seriously fighting not to laugh, Sasuke could tell. His bastard of a brother was like that. He took the greatest pleasure in torturing Sasuke, nearly to the point of insanity.

“I don’t like doing it with strangers.” Again, he knew he sounded like a pouting brat, but he had standards and not just any submissive would do. That’s what he kept telling himself at least.

“Sasuke, you know the club subs. You’ve met them on more than one occasion and helped train several of them. Go out and find you someone, do a scene, and stop whining like a little bitch.” Itachi popped the cigarette from his mouth and blew a waft of smoke in Sasuke’s face.

Yet another reason Itachi was a bastard.

“Fine, be an asshole.” Sasuke shot to his feet, the small chains on his tight leather pants jingled with the motion. He wasn’t planning on finding a temporary fix with one of the club subs. He wanted to get drunk and forget the hurting disappointment caused by Neji leaving. He might not have loved him, but it still hurt for a master to lose a long time sub.

He moved throughout the club, taking in the various aspects. It was divided into three floors. The first floor was the entranceway and lead into a normal club called Purgatory. Music, dancing, and alcohol were the nightly pleasures. That part in itself was popular enough to have Itachi rolling in the money. The second level was named Heaven. It was a milder sort and by guest list only. Celebrities and the wealthy frequented this area, and it provided the same pleasures as Purgatory. The final floor and the most exclusive was Hell.

Unlike the two floors below, Hell did not allow alcohol and it was at the discretion of the bouncers whether to allow a person in, regardless of their name being listed. Hell was an exclusive BDSM club–by invitation only. If Sasuke wanted to drink, he wouldn’t be allowed into Hell even if he was Itachi’s brother.

It was a hard decision. He liked watching. He could always go home later and drink.

Taking the elevator, he bypassed the bouncers and made his way into the club. Several servers walked around. Every type of virgin drink possible was offered. It was amusing because of Itachi’s sense of humor when creating the names. Hell only served virgin drinks. Go figure.

Sasuke ignored the men and women who perked up at his arrival. None deserved even a second glance. Most didn’t even deserve a first. He refused to allow himself to sink to levels below his personal standards. He would watch the dancers and maybe go view a few of the scenes being played out in one of the three viewable dungeons. It was doubtful he would need to bother with a private room.

Settling back into a push chair on a balconied area, he watched the dancers. Some submissives danced for their masters, some danced with each other, and some danced with their masters. Contrary to the beliefs of many outside the lifestyle, being the master didn’t mean you had to give up fun and sit looking all dominant. The thought made him scowl because his natural personality made him seem almost a stereotypical dominant.

“Sir.” A pretty young girl in tight black pants and an equally tight shirt settled a glass of chilled mineral water by his chair and disappeared as quickly as she’d come. Itachi’s employees were exceptional. If he could get half the quality in his restaurants, he could easily double his gross earnings.

Sipping the water casually, his eyes jumped from dancer to dancer until he reached a particular stunning man moving through the crowd, his body bumping and grinding along the way. What drew Sasuke’s eyes wasn’t the color of his hair or the tan of his skin. It was the exacting way he moved. He didn’t touch anyone unless it was on pure accident. It was respectful almost to the point of dominance. A Dom knew better than to touch any claimed submissive–even if he or she was alone. A submissive who showed that level of respectfulness could only be an employee of the club.

The man had to be a submissive or a switch at the very most. Sasuke had never been attracted to Doms. It was something about them that rubbed him the wrong way. Two Doms could never have a satisfying relationship. Someone would have to break and Sasuke knew it would never be him.

“See anything you like?” Itachi’s voice purred in his ear, but he refused to give him the satisfaction of a surprised response.

“Maybe,” Sasuke grated out.

Itachi smirked and leaned over the edge of the balcony to gaze on his empire. “Who?”

There was no way in hell he was telling Itachi who he was admiring. The man would find some way to foil any attempt he made. More so if it was someone Sasuke was unfamiliar with.

Itachi shrugged and flicked some ashes into a tray. “Suit yourself. Did I tell you I hired a new Dom.? He’s quite good–amusing, but serious when he needs to be. I can introduce you if you like.”

“Asshole. What do I need a Dom for? I don’t care who you hire. That’s your business.” Sasuke tossed back the remainder of his drink and left Itachi who looked as if he was a cat who’d swallowed the canary.

“I know more about you than you know about yourself, little brother.” Itachi smirked and sat back to watch the unfolding of a very interesting show.

Sasuke took the steps two at a time, making his way quickly to the dance floor where he saw the blond man speaking quietly with one of the house subs. The music was too loud and they were speaking too low for him to hear but from the happy look on the woman’s face, he’d obviously offered some pertinent advice.

The woman went silent as he approached, her eyes immediately dropping and a blush spreading heavily over her face. He could tell she wanted to move away, probably feeling uncomfortable in his presence with the knowledge he wouldn’t need her services but being unable to do so until he dismissed her. Itachi’s employees were too well trained to make rookie mistakes around him or Itachi.

“You can leave.” He didn’t want to deal with her presence or the doe eyes she was making at what he already considered his without even speaking too him. “You stay. I‘m Sasuke Uchiha”

A smile creased the corners of the man’s mouth, obviously not put off by his demeanor and not fully trained enough to know his place in Sasuke’s presence. Sasuke would take care of that soon enough. If they worked out, he would have to quit his job with Itachi or maybe be moved to another position. Sasuke didn‘t share. “What are you smiling about?”

“You. You hide it well. Itachi told me about you.”

The thought of being discussed by Itachi and a stranger irked him more than he let on. “Did he?”

“Yeah. He said you had commitment issues, amongst other things.” The smile never left the blonds’ face and his eyes maintained contact with Sasuke. Strangely enough, he felt the urge to drop his gaze–a response he forced himself to fight against. Never in his life had another person, Dom or sub, made him feel such a need.

“My brother talks too much, apparently.” Sasuke tried to be angry at Itachi. The feeling wouldn’t come. His brother was his brother and his quirks were something one became used to.

“Not so much. He’s a good employer though.”

Sasuke fought to roll his eyes. The guy was preaching to the choir. Itachi was the one who‘d introduced him to the scene and coached him in how to be a good Dom. His brother had long given up public exhibitions. His wife didn’t like them. There were times when he wondered just who was the dominant and who was the submissive in their relationship.

He considered the blond for a moment. “What’s your name? I haven‘t seen you here before.”

“I’m Naruto. I’m one of the new house Doms. I was just heading over to check and see if I’m assigned to anyone. I’ll catch you around, Sasuke.” Naruto waved and moved towards the assignment desk where men and women could reserve Doms or subs.

To say he was disappointed was an understatement. Once he’d spoken with him, he’d known of Naruto’s place in the scene. It was possible he was a switch, though unlikely judging from their short conversation. Most switches Sasuke had met tended to take on the role their partner needed. Naruto never dropped his eyes or shifted under Sasuke’s gaze–not for a single instant. Of course the man moved with control and determination, a sure sign of someone comfortable in his skin and usually a sign of a Dom.

He could offer a chance for vanilla sex. It would mind blowing, he was certain. The problem was, D/s was an ingrained part of him. Vanilla would be like eating bread and water instead of the gourmet meal prepared, and doing so willingly. It wasn’t something he wanted. Once in a while was amazing but he was certain one night with Naruto and he wouldn’t want anyone else.

“Fuck!”

“What was that, little brother?” Itachi always had the strangest ability to appear out of nowhere.

“I met your new Dom.” Sasuke forced himself to remain civil. The day had gone from annoying to just plan shitty.

“Ah, Naruto. He’s become very popular, very quickly.” Itachi sipped at his mineral water with a smirk. “It really is a shame for you. I saw you speaking with him.”

Sasuke glared at his brother, putting as much force into the action as he could with the futile hope of seeing Itachi catch fire and burn to death from the look alone. Of course, one mustn’t forget that Itachi was the devil and as such, immune to all forms of burning. “Must you rub it in?”

He knew the answer. It was the same it had been since they were children.

Itachi’s lips turned upward and the gleam in his eye quadrupled in intensity. “Yes, I must.”

“Figures.” Sasuke turned to leave when Itachi’s hand shot out to grab his bicep.

“Why don’t you give in to what you really want?” The amusement had left Itachi’s eyes, leaving them deathly serious.

“What are you talking about?” Not only was Itachi a bastard, he spoke in riddles as well.

“Neji didn’t leave only because he met someone new. You and I both know two like things don’t always mix well,” purred Itachi.

Sasuke barked a laugh. “Neji and I were as different as oil and water.”

Itachi’s gaze never left him. “I wonder if that’s true.”

“It is,” insisted Sasuke. “Now, unless you need me for anything, I’m going home.”

Sasuke turned once more and strode towards the exit. “Sasuke!”

He turned to see Itachi leaning against the wall. “Think about our conversation. You might be ready for a change.”

Sasuke snorted and left the club. Change? He hated change. The slightest change in his routine disrupted his entire momentum. Take Neji for instance, his leaving completely knocked him off his game so much so, he couldn’t spot a natural Dom when he saw one.

As he passed through Purgatory, he was tempted to drown his frustrations in the bottle. Then again, he didn’t want to deal with the hangover he would have to deal with the next morning. He had too much to do and a hangover would only make it all the more torturous.

oOo

Sasuke’s mind wandered during his morning shower. He couldn’t resist the image of Naruto walking through the small dance floor with a slight rhythm in his step. He wanted him, badly. Not having him irked him to his core.

His body ignored his attempts to send his thoughts elsewhere–stirring to potent life. His hands fumbled and he killed the warm water, sending his body into shivers as a rush of icy water dowsed his arousal. That he didn’t jerk off added an additional sense of annoyance to his day. For some reason, he felt like a submissive not being allowed to cum. “Son of a bitch.”

Flipping off the water, he grabbed a towel just as the phone began to ring. It was Itachi. His brother was the only man brave enough to call early. Bastard. “What?”

“Is that anyway to speak to your older and wiser brother?”

Sasuke gritted his teeth and counted to ten before replying. “What do you want, Itachi?”

“Well, I just called to let you know I will be coming to the restaurant for lunch. I wanted to make sure you save me a table for two,” purred Itachi.

“Are you taking Hinata to lunch?” Another annoyance. Though he adored his sister-in-law, her relation to Neji poured salt in the already raw wound.

“No, I’m afraid she’s still away at the conference.” Itachi didn’t offer any more on the subject and Sasuke didn’t pry. His brother wouldn’t cheat on his wife for a million dollars. It was most likely business and Sasuke wanted nothing to do with that. He had enough worries over his restaurants to get involved in Itachi’s business ventures.

“Fine. I’ll make sure your table is reserved.” Sasuke hung up without waiting for Itachi’s reply. He grabbed his chef’s coat and left the apartment.

He took his usual route to the restaurant. Though he rotated his schedule in each of his restaurants, Sharingan was where he called home. He’d worked with most of his employees since it opened its doors. With him at the helm, it was a well oiled machine.

“Good morning, Sasuke.” Karin smirked from where she was speaking to the servers before they set about preparing the tables for service.

He threw up his hand in greeting but offered nothing more. He’d learned early on not to give her too much hope in terms of snagging his affections. The woman was as relentless as a dog with a bone but there wasn’t a better hostess in the entire city.

“Sasuke! I need the week off.” Suigetsu jogged up to him the moment he entered the kitchen.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re my head chef.” Sasuke turned to the man who had the grace to blush. “You couldn’t give me a little warning?”

“It wasn’t intended. My boyfriend is like this close to dumping me if I don’t spend the week with him.” Suigetsu held up his thumb an index finger to show a miniscule opening.

Sasuke’s brow ticked but there wasn’t much he could do. Yet another added frustration to his rapidly growing list of troubles. “Fine. Your ass had better be in her on Monday morning or I’m firing you.”

“Fuck yeah!” Suigetsu grabbed his bag and raced from the kitchen before Sasuke could change his mind.

“Sasuke?” Karin stuck her head in the kitchen.

He glanced up from where he was instructing one of the sou chefs in how he should cut the vegetables for the house soup. “Yeah?”

“Two servers called in sick. Apparently they went out for sushi after work and ended up getting food poisoning.” She flinched at the thunderous look crossing his face. The entire kitchen staff went silent

“Fucking shit! Does anyone else want to leave before I turn homicidal?” Sasuke yelled into the kitchen. “God damn it.”

He felt the pressure building. First Neji, then Itachi’s wisecracking, followed by Naruto being a Dom, and now his restaurant was headed for hell in a hand basket. His day, entire week, couldn’t get any worse. It was statistically impossible for him to become any more frustrated.

“What should I do?”

Plastering a mask over his face, he began mixing spices into the large pot of soup. He needed to lose himself in his cooking. It was the only hope of relieving the horrible build up of stress.

“Sasuke.”

“Call in Kiba and Ino. Offer double time pay if they are here before we open. Christ, if Sharingan suffers because of this shit, I’m going to murder Suigetsu along with those two morons who probably ate sushi on some buffet line that had been sitting out for a day.” Sasuke turned to his sou chef. “What the fuck are you looking at? Start chopping.”

Time passes quickly when you are working. For Sasuke, it seemed double time as he was taking on both his job to manage the kitchen and Suigetsu’s as head chef. He was nearly tearing his hair out by the time orders began to come in.

He didn’t have the luxury of mindless cooking. His commanding personality required that he keep an eye on every little detail in the kitchen. Every tiny mistake frazzled him to the point, he was nearly about to fire the entire kitchen staff and half the servers. The feel in the room was similar to when he’d first opened the doors. He’d provided food for customers with half the staff and his food had made a name for his restaurant. He needed to remember that.

“Sasuke, your brother and his guest have arrived. Why don’t you take a break and go talk to them. You look like you need it,” said Karin as she took in his angry face.

It sounded like a good idea. Itachi might be the most frustrating man in the universe, but he would good at distractions. Sasuke quickly scanned the kitchen to make sure things were running smoothly before he pulled off his jacket and slid on his coat and tie. He might be frazzled in the kitchen, but he would never let it show in the front of the house.

A quick trip to the bathroom to clean his face and adjust his hair preceded him striding confidently through the dining room. Itachi liked the same table. No matter when he came, he would wait until he received that particular table. It was located in a secluded corner but allowed him to see everything going on in the dining room. Sasuke never asked, just gave him what he wanted to keep from dealing with the hassle of not giving in.

Today, Itachi’s guest was none other than Naruto from the club. Patience was a virtue Sasuke didn’t possess, and after today, it was likely not going to miraculously appear. All he could do was play the polite host in hopes of Itachi for once being a decent brother. A pipe dream for sure, but one could hope.

“Itachi. Naruto,” Sasuke gritted out through clenched teeth. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

Naruto sipped on a glass of water, not missing the tense way Sasuke stood before them. “It’s a lovely restaurant.”

“Thank you.” Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“I noticed your servers seem a bit stressed? Did something happen?” Itachi smirked over the rim of his glass of house wine.

“Two servers called in sick…amongst other things.” Sasuke’s eyes narrowed on Itachi. His brother was many things–bastard, asshole, and devil. He was calculating and sometimes a bit intense but he would never be cruel enough to give people food poisoning…would he?

“A shame to hear that. Give my best to the two, would you?” Itachi’s lips twitched, making Sasuke rethink the first assumption. Yes, Itachi would do it if it furthered some goal he possessed.

“I’ll do that, now I need to head back to the kitchen.”

“Oh? Why is that? More trouble?” Itachi’s brow arched into his hairline with definite amusement.

The look tested Sasuke’s patience, what little there was after today’s hectic annoyance. “As a matter of fact, Suigetsu took the week off to…reconnect with his lover.”

“Did he now? That must have shorted you in the kitchen.”

Itachi is just being an asshole. Itachi is just being an asshole. The mantra repeated itself and he fought for what little control he could. “I’ll just head back to the kitchen. Enjoy your lunch.”

“Sasuke.”

Sasuke turned to his brother. “Yes?”

“I have to run. Would you keep Naruto company for lunch in my stead? You two could get to know each other. You look like you could use a few minutes to relax.” Itachi stood in a smooth motion and slid his arms into his coat. “The meal is on me.”

Itachi smirked at Sasuke and trotted out of the restaurant, only pausing to kiss Karin’s knuckles–an act which had her practically swooning at her podium. Sasuke turned with a barely with held sneer. Women fell even more quickly for his brother than they did for him. The man could probably charm the panties off the Queen of England if he so chose.

“So, how long have you had this place?” Naruto grinned; pulling him back into the reality of him now seated across from the current object of his desire–the dominant object of his desire. Itachi certainly knew how to twist the knife in deep.

“I opened it five years ago. I didn’t like working for other people. Itachi helped me on the loan and since then, I’ve paid it back with double the interest.” Sasuke was proud of his restaurants, of what he’d accomplished in so little time.

“It’s quite an accomplishment. And the food looks amazing.” Naruto unfolded his napkin as a server approached with the entrees.

Sasuke eyed the plates set before them by the server. They weren’t the precise plating he used, but it was acceptable for the dining area. “I only hire the best, though today has been stressful.”

“I heard. One of the pitfalls of owning your own business.”

Sasuke nodded and picked at his meal. He wasn’t really hungry. There wasn’t anything really wrong with it–the flavors burst across his tongue just as they should. With all the stress and built up tension, eating was the last thing on his mind.

“Eat.”

Sasuke’s eyes jerked up to see Naruto staring at him. “Excuse me?”

“Eat.”

“I don’t think…” he began to argue.

A hand shot across the table and latched onto his wrist. “I didn’t ask you what you thought, I told you to eat. You look like you could use the food. Don’t argue. Just eat.”

Sasuke opened his mouth to argue then shut it with an audible snap. He had never been one to take orders from anyone, another reason for owning his own restaurant. Yet with the tone just used on him, he found his hands moving and food gradually disappearing from his plate. He found himself surprisingly grateful for the choice of whether or not to eat taken from him and had followed through with the command. His willingness shocked and disturbed him on the level of only someone who’d spent as long as he had as in control of every aspect of his life could understand.

“Happy?” Sasuke displayed his nearly empty plate for Naruto’s perusal.

Dimples appeared in Naruto’s cheeks and he nodded in satisfaction. “Much better.”

Sasuke fought the urge to preen underneath the compliment. His face didn’t reveal it, but he was reeling. He was acting like a submissive who’d been praised by his master. Twice in one sitting he’d reverted to the submissive role. How was that possible?

He rose, afraid of what he’d done and how he felt while doing it. Sasuke was more than a little outside his comfort zone and he didn’t like it. The best thing was to get away from Naruto before he presented his ass and asked to be spanked. “The meal is covered. Have a nice day.”

He stood, when once again a hand was gripping his wrist. Just enough pressure was applied to force Sasuke to face him but the potential was there. The way his long fingers curled around his wrist gave Sasuke more the feeling of being bound than actually being so. How did he do it? How did he tear away his walls and force parts of his soul he’d never known existed to light?

“Come to the club tonight.”

Sasuke was one hundred percent certain the words were an order and not a request. If he submitted to the command, he was essentially proclaiming Naruto the dominant in their interactions. Already his body was beginning to quiver under the intense look in Naruto’s face. They weren’t peers. They weren’t equal. Naruto was his superior and Sasuke’s body was ready and willing to submit. It was too bad for Naruto that his mind wasn’t of the same conviction as his body.

He opened his mouth to refuse. He would never give up his dominance. No one would rule him. He refused to give up his control. He was a Dom. He would call the shots. He would cum when he wanted and deny his partners their release for as long as it pleased him to do so.

“Don’t speak.” The firmness in the tone once again rendered Sasuke speechless. Damn. Shit. Fucking Hell.

“Don’t refuse. It’s over if you do. You know that.” Naruto’s thumb ran across Sasuke’s wrist in a teasing motion. “Come to Hell tonight.”

Naruto gave Sasuke’s wrist a final stroke and pulled away. He didn’t look or acknowledge Sasuke after those words. It was like he’d already forgotten Sasuke’s presence the moment contact between them was ceased.

His coat was shrugged into and he was moving away. Just like that. Even Karin at her podium received more of an acknowledgement than Sasuke.

The pang in Sasuke’s chest was nearly a physical pain. Every bit of control was used to keep from reaching up to rub his chest. There had been no good bye–no shaking of hands or touching of his arm in farewell. He was left alone. He felt alone. Empty without the bright presence.

“Oh Christ.” Sasuke stumbled from the dining area and immediately locked himself in the staff restroom.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He shouldn’t feel this way. He shouldn’t be bothered by Naruto’s curt departure. Why the hell was it bothering him? Why was he still longing to race after him, fall to his knees and kiss the man’s feet in a furtive plea to be once again in his vision, not pushed to the side?

Tears blurred his vision. Under the weight of all he’d been forced to endure lately, Naruto’s departure seemed a final straw. He’d never been broken. Not even when exploring both sides of the proverbial BDSM coin. “Stop it!”

His palms lifted to his eyes and his body quaked. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. He felt shattered and undeserving. He felt crushed under the weight of everything. There were no whips or physical torture used to bring him to this point. A handful or words and body language had sent him careening over the edge of what could only be a massive cliff.

In those quiet moments where he sat despondent on the toilet in the bathroom, he knew. He would go tonight just as was commanded of him. Only a force of nature could keep him from going. He was getting in over his head, drowning in the haze of Naruto.

To be continued…

AN: This was written for IvvyMoon and SangoStar. I hope you enjoyed this first part. Leave a note and feed my inner perv.