Bought

The sun had just come up over the horizon, illuminating the snow falling from the Christmas morning sky. The light trickled onto a home, a palace, of brick that was three stories tall and oozed of eloquence and money.

This home had a family waking inside, wondering what Santa might have brought for them.

His eyes flutter a little, those black lashes of his looking incredibly thick for a boy. A yawn, a sigh.

The Uchiha rolls out of bed dutifully, gets up, pisses, and brushes his teeth to a sheen. A shake of his head is all that is need to style his jet black hair.

Sasuke sits in the executive chair before the desk in his room and checks to see which idiots sent him mail over the night.

"Over. two. hundred." He rolls his eyes, they're nearly all wishing him a merry Christmas.

Why do these idiots continue to pester me. He sighs.

Sasuke cracks his neck and stands up from the chair, then looks around at his room. The bed with crimson sheets, the mahogany chest of draws to it's right, the lounge chairs in front surrounding a cedar coffee table, and the large seamless window with black curtains pulled to the side.

Now, that's style.

He turns about and opens his door out into a long hallway with portraits of dead twits on the walls. The obsession with dead family was such medieval a concept to the boy.

The hallway's center is a grand staircase leading down into the entry way, with the parlour and dining room set to either side.

He turns and goes through the parlour, which smells of rich tabacco and is covered in rare woods. There is actually a Christmas tree in the corner, which smells of fresh pine. The kitchen is through another door, and he steps through, awaited by the rest of the family. Lovely.

"Good morning, dear brother," a man with an apron on grins wickedly as he tosses eggs through the air, "and how are you on this fine Christmas morn?"

Sasuke ignores his brother and sits at the table, next to a woman with equally pitch hair. "Mother, why are you letting Itachi do that," he motions over the stove where his brother is cooking, "shouldn't the chef be?"

The woman smiles and nods her head, "Itachi felt like giving the old man the day off, so, your father's made him prepare breakfast."

"I'm not eating that." Sasuke states coldly, his dark eyes turning to ice.

"Well, then I guess you should hurry and take your shower, then, boy. And be on your way." A man in a red bathrobe steps through from the parlour. "I'll take it later," Sasuke grumbles.

"Muttering under your breath is not something an Uchiha should do. You should remember that, son." the man says firmly.

But, he grins a little bit, "hurry up, you're supposed to be visiting your grandparents in a few hours, anyway. They'll be missing you."

Sasuke stands at the table, clenching his teeth, he's never liked being told what to do.

"Yes, father."

Back up the stairs and at the end of the hall is the bathroom. But, Sasuke can hear the water running.

Mother and father are downstairs with Itachi... no one should be in there. Some stupid servant taking a bath in my place? I'll kill them.

He breathes out through his nose like a bull, then shoves the door open.

The steam is thick enough to be cut with a knife. The huge jacuzzi-style bathtub is running. And... there's someone in it. Sasuke walks over, arms across his chest, looking as fierce as he can, ready to destroy the low life servant that would bathe here.

But, it's a young boy sitting in the hot water. His face is red and his blonde hair is wet. There's a gag in his mouth, a bow and collar around his neck, and leather ties to keep his hands and feet together. There's even a dog tag attactched to the collar.

Sasuke grins like a madman as the blonde gives him a death stare. The Uchiha leans over the tub and grabs the tag roughly, jerking the blonde forward by the neck, getting a muffled cry from under the black cloth that covers the boy's mouth.

"Merry Christmas, Sasuke. From Your Loving Family."

"Heheheh," Sasuke chuckles a little and keeps smiling that sick grin. He bites his bottom lip and sucks in a little air. This is the kind of time he really appreciates his parents.

He'd never received a present quite like this. He couldn't believe his mother would approve, but, then again... she did marry his father. Another chuckle. "What to do, what to do. I guess you're mine, hm?" One eyebrow arches.

"I know exactly what to do with a cute new pet like you~."

The Uchiha grabs the boy by his collar and pulls him up to a stand, soaking wet and nude in the steaming water. The blonde would tip over if not for Sasuke holding his collar, what, with his feet tied tightly together.

Sasuke just licks his lips and stares for a moment as the blonde glares daggers at him. The boy's skin is red from the heat, and he's breathing heavily through the gag. Gorgeous, really. The Uchiha runs his hand along the blonde's chest and down his stomach.

The best present ever.

He grabs a handful of blonde hair, just to keep him from moving, then gently places kisses along the blonde's jaw, needing less and less force to keep the boy's head still as he progresses down to that tan neck and shoulder.

And, finally, when he lets completely go of the blonde's hair, he bites, hard, near the back of the boy's neck. Blood seeps up and the blonde screams curses from behind the gag.

Sasuke hums a little... "Merry Christmas to me, indeed." He pulls the blonde's face right up to his own, "I'm going to have so~ much fun with you." He winks at the blonde and grins. The boy turns his head and shivers, like he's about to cry.

How could he even imagine what was about to happen?


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A/N: Wow, thanks for the reviews, everyone. Sorry it started off so slow! This one was kinda slow, too, though... ^^'

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