The Demon Prince

A/N: Hey y'all, I'm sorry this update took a few days! Here you are, though. I'd like to take the time to thank everyone for your reviews and votes! You guys are the greatest :D @AlienX, I'd love to answer you review without spoiling too much of the story. My email is in my bio if you would contact me? I loved your review and greatly appreciated the thought you put into it! I hope everyone is still enjoying the story. Don't worry, there is a plot in there somewhere. It's just shy at the moment :P It will become clear soon enough. Please enjoy!



Sasuke woke, content and happy. He stretched lazily, refusing to open his eyes for a few more moments. He wanted to drink in the late morning comfort until the last possible moment, before he would have to get back to his princely duties. Being royalty wasn't all fun and games. At least he had a pretty blonde pet to give him that, though...

He reached out lazily toward Naruto, only to find the other side of the bed empty. Sasuke flew upright, confused and immediately annoyed. A quick check told him that the slave hadn't fallen to the floor, or curled up on his other side. With a low growl of annoyance, Sasuke sent out his hearing. The damn slave wasn't in his room...

“Bad move, little Naruto,” Sasuke muttered under his breath as he tugged on a robe and sandals. He barely paused to tie back his silky black hair into something resembling a pony tail before he swept furiously from the room.

“Your highness, you are scaring the help.”

Sasuke swung around. There was only one person who would dare talk to him like that when he was in such a mood.

“Shizune, where is he?” he demanded instantly. A quick glance around showed that Naruto wasn't there, and that the other palace servants were indeed cringing into shadowed corners. Sasuke barely kept from snorting his derision. Did the fools really believe that by hiding like that they'd be able to escape from him? He was tempted to kill them all for underestimating his wrath like that.

Shizune lifted a single eyebrow at the question. Shizune had grown up with Sasuke, as his personal maid. She was probably his one friend, even though she had gone on to become the overseer of the servants and barely saw him any more. The girl's looks matched her personality. Her hair was cut efficiently short, and an uninteresting black colour. Her slanted eyes were dark and sharp, displaying quiet intelligence. She had always been the perfect servant. Quiet, discreet, efficient and blessed with a dry humour that Sasuke found surprisingly endearing.

“You know who I'm talking about. Where. Is. My. Slave?” Sasuke spit the words angrily. Shizune looked unruffled, but a spark of mischief lighted her dark eyes.

“Did your hearing go bad with old age, your highness? I was sure you'd be able to track him down yourself...”

Sasuke inhaled deeply. *Don't kill your old friend. Don't kill your old friend. Don't kill your old...*

“I can't hear him if he isn't speaking to anyone,” Sasuke growled accusingly. Shizune's mouth twitched, but otherwise her face remained impassive.

“Yes, he's a quiet little thing, isn't he?” She remarked calmly. “He barely asked questions when I put him to work. He seems very subservient...”

Sasuke worked not to let out a strangled groan – it didn't help. “Why did you put him to work?”

“He asked me. The boy came here before dawn and asked to be put to work. You hadn't left orders, so I treated him like any castle slave.”

“Then let me make it perfectly clear. Naruto is my pet. He is not a servant, he is not a slave. If he come asking for work, you kick him out on his ass and inform me immediately.”

Shizune nodded, unruffled by the fury in Sasuke's voice.

“I did notice that he seemed kind of stiff. I didn't want to damage your property, so I set him to work in the kitchen, peeling potatoes.” The laughter in Shizune's voice had suspicion arising in Sasuke. “He didn't seem pleased with having to sit on his butt all day... I thought it was better not to ask.”

With an understanding grin, Sasuke nodded his approval to the girl before setting off to find Naruto. The poor slave would still be stiff from the previous evening. Spending all day on a hard chair would be a fine punishment for sneaking out while Sasuke was asleep.

“Keep an eye on him for me, Shizune. I have work to do,” Sasuke growled over his shoulder. Naruto would feel what it was like to be a palace servant today. He wanted to know so badly, after all...



Naruto was tired and grimy from spending all day in the kitchen. His body throbbed from sitting on the painfully hard chair for so long, and his head was pounding. The kitchen servants ignored him completely. There was only one girl who spoke to him, and her attention eased his apprehension somewhat.

“If you carve them any smaller, we could make a crumb tart with them...” Ino laughed over his shoulder. Naruto smiled up at her. Her giggle was infectious.

“I'm sorry, I'm bad with cooking,” he said, disgruntled. Ino shook her head mock sternly at him.

“It's not your job to complain, it is your job to serve the royal family,” she recited, wagging a finger at him. Naruto had seen several of the servants do that impression through the day, but he didn't know who they were mocking. It seemed everyone understood it automatically.

“Don't worry, I'm not much better. My magic lies in gardening. I make all of the herbs and vegetables for the kitchen. That's the only reason I know how to peel a potato.”

“You make all of it yourself? That's amazing! You must be really good at it,” Naruto tried hard not to sound wistful. He often wished he had some kind of a skill that made him a worthy servant, but he was useless. He had never learned anything important. He was an untrained slave, after all.

“Oh heavens, no” Ino laughed. “I have a lot of help. There are too many mouths to feed for me to work alone. But I am very good at it.” She winked at Naruto. “I'm way better than that stupid Sakura and her healing! My herbs could heal anything just as well as that dumb demon could!”

The sudden fire in Ino's voice made Naruto cringe. The girl was downright scary when she yelled. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were misleading – she was vicious.

“I-i kind of like S-sakura...”

“Sakura isn't sleeping with Prince Sasuke, is he?” Ino asked suddenly, suspiciously. Naruto coughed to hide his surprise. Sakura and Sasuke? Was that even possible?

“Not as far as I know,” Naruto replied. Ino's blue eyes turned dreamy.

“Prince Sasuke is the coolest! I wish he would let me be his personal maid! I'd be so much better at pleasing him than stupid Sakura.”

“P-prince Sasuke... doesn't have a lover, then?” Naruto asked shyly. Ino laughed and shook her head.

“Don't you go pining after him too! Sasuke doesn't sleep with the help. Come to think of it, Sasuke has never had anything more than a brief fling. He doesn't really care about anyone he drags into bed, he just satisfies himself and kicks them out.”

Naruto turned back to his potatoes to digest the information. Sasuke didn't take lovers? The knowledge stung uncomfortably. *Of course he wouldn't want you as a lover, stupid. He could have anyone. Your just a slave. A fuck toy. Worthless.*

Ino pranced away to flirt with a muscled chef near the fryer. Naruto sliced unhappily at the potatoes in his hand. When he picked up a small, slightly deformed one, he couldn't help but feel sorry for it.

“No one wants a potato like you. You're ugly and stupid. Look at you. You're hardly a mouthful.”

The potato had a small deformed hole – it looked a lot like a crying eye. Without thinking further, Naruto carved it another crying eye and a trembling mouth. The little potato looked so sad his heart ached for it.

“Poor potato,” he sighed to himself.



*



Sasuke slipped silently into the kitchen. He was tired, and wanted his slave. The servants were silenced with a single look. They turned back to their work, ignoring his presence studiously. Sasuke studied his slave's hunched-over back. The poor thing seemed tired and depressed. *Nothing less than he deserves, of course.* But the logic didn't ease the tight feel in Sasuke's chest. The blonde looked lonely in his corner, peeling potatoes. Sasuke smirked. Why was he peeling potatoes? Had he been doing that all day? When the blonde spoke, Sasuke nearly thought he had noticed him. But Naruto was focussed on something in his hand.

“No one wants a potato like you. You're ugly and stupid. Look at you. You're hardly a mouthful.”

Sasuke snuck closer to see a small, pitifully malformed potato in the slave's hand. Naruto was glaring angrily at it, but suddenly the blue eyes softened and he gently ran a finger over a small hole in the potato's skin. The blue eyes suddenly sharpened, and Sasuke watched as his slave carved a crying face into the small potato. He was torn between laughing and crying. It was such a childish thing for his slave to do, but the pain in Naruto's expression tugged at him.

“Poor potato,” Naruto sighed.

Sasuke had to put an end to the slave's misery, somehow. That pitiful expression was going to haunt him. Where was the little rebel who had been ready to die without begging for his life?

“I don't know much about cooking, pet, but I don't believe that that is how one peels a potato.”

Naruto jumped, spun around and crashed from his low chair onto the kitchen floor. Wide blue eyes stared up at him. The slave hid the crying potato behind his back even as he gaped at Sasuke.

“M-master, I...”

“Naruto, did I give you permission to leave my room this morning?” Sasuke sighed inwardly when Naruto flinched. He didn't want to punish the slave, but Naruto was proving really bad at listening to his master.

“N-no, Master. I just thought...”

Sasuke raised an inquiring eyebrow at Naruto and folded his arms.

“You just thought?” he prompted. A faint blush crept into Naruto's cheeks. The slave was damned cute, sitting on the floor, blushing. Sasuke remained impassive.

“Slaves are supposed to work... I didn't think you would be mad. Slaves don't sleep in late. We work from dawn until our work is finished, otherwise we aren't allowed to eat or stay inside.”

With an effort, Naruto seemed to manage to stop speaking. Sasuke studied him quietly. Did the slave really think he would be locked outside without food or water if he didn't work all day?

The thought made Sasuke smirk. If it were any other servant, they would get an earful from Shizune. But no one was made to go hungry in the castle.

Some of them are just killed by Sasuke when he's in a bad mood.

The thought made the demon prince freeze. Why would that be a problem? He is the prince after all. He's allowed to get rid of scum. But the thought of killing Naruto on a whim... It didn't sit right with him.

“Master?” Naruto asked. He had gotten to his feet, and was shuffling them uncomfortably under Sasuke's gaze.

“Naruto, who do you belong to?”

“You, master,” Naruto answered immediately.

“Do you belong to the palace?” Sasuke questioned. Confusion swirled into the baby blue gaze.

“No,” Naruto responded uncertainly.

“No, you don't. You belong to me, and only me. You work for me alone, Naruto. Everything you do, say or think is only for me. Understand?”

Some of the confusion cleared from the man's gaze. He nodded slowly, musing over the words.

“I understand,” the blonde answered quietly. The husky sound of the boy's voice made Sasuke's cock twitch. Damn the slave was cute. Those blue eyes would look so good with those soft pink lips wrapped around his member...

“Have someone else finish this,” Sasuke said to the nearest servant, gesturing to the potatoes. He didn't bother to tell Naruto to follow. The blonde seemed to understand unspoken requests well. He would follow his Master without being told.



*



Naruto trailed quietly after Sasuke. It wasn't until they were halfway to the prince's room that Naruto remembered he still held the crying potato in his hand. He cringed at the thought of explaining it to Sasuke, but he wasn't sure what to do with it now. *Idiot, why did you bring it with you? Are you stupid?* He snarled angrily at himself.

Sasuke stopped so quickly that Naruto bumped into him.

“A heads up would be nice,” Naruto grumbled, too preoccupied to remember who he was speaking to. The raven-haired demon turned to glance him over.

“What is in your hand?” Sasuke asked. His lip twitched slightly, but otherwise the man showed no expression. Naruto winced and hid his hand behind his back.

“Nothing,” he said, holding out his other empty palm. This time there was definitely a flash of a smile on those cruel lips.

“The other hand, pet,” Sasuke murmured, shooting forward to twist Naruto's hand from behind his back. Naruto yelped and let go, dropping the little potato into Sasuke's waiting palm. It had taken all of four seconds for Sasuke get the potato. Naruto glared at the floor, not wanting to see the amusement lurking in Sasuke's dark eyes.

“What is this?”

“A potato.”

“I know that. Why is the potato crying?”

A bubble of laughter filled Naruto's ears. With surprise, he noted that it was his own. He glanced up cautiously, only to find his surprise mirrored in Sasuke's eyes.

“You should ask him. I don't speak potato, your highness.”

Sasuke's eyes narrowed dangerously. Naruto gulped, but refused to lower his gaze. After a moment, Sasuke's lip twitched again. Naruto was starting to recognize the gesture as unwilling amusement.

“Alas, I have many talents, but speaking to vegetables isn't among them. The potato will have to cheer itself up.” Without further ado, Sasuke tossed the potato into the shadows of the hall. Someone would pick that up. The reproach in Naruto's gaze made him smother a laugh.

“Is there something you would like to say, pet?” Sasuke challenged softly. To his surprise, Naruto hesitated before shaking his head.

“Good boy,” Sasuke smirked.

“I worked hard on that potato, you know,” Naruto growled sullenly when Sasuke started walking again.

“Pet, if I hear one more word about that insipid vegetable you won't be sitting for the next week,” Sasuke threatened. A cough from Naruto made him smother another laugh. Just being around the blonde slave had cheered him up immensely. Naruto's unexpected laughter had sounded low and tantalizing in his ears. The slave even had a seductive laugh.

“Yes sir, your great highness. Should we get the potatoes banned from the kingdom for-”

Naruto yelped when Sasuke's heavy hand suddenly stung his ass. Before he knew it, Sasuke had him pinned against the wall and was spanking him over and over.

Naruto winced at the soreness of his bottom, but the heat of Sasuke's stinging slaps and the sweet smell that always lingered around his master quickly turned the burn of the spanking into an erotic pain. Naruto panted heavily as he writhed in Sasuke's grasp. It hurt, damn it. But every slap sent heat pooling into his loins and made it harder to keep from begging for Sasuke.

When his master stopped, Naruto couldn't keep from mewling in protest.

“I bet your ass is a pretty crimson by now, pet. I just love seeing you squirm beneath my hand,” Sasuke growled huskily into Naruto's ear. The blonde whimpered.

“Sadist,” he ground out. Sasuke's low laugh made him shiver. That laugh promised both pain and pleasure...

“Oh I am a sadist bet, and I enjoy it,” Sasuke responded. He stepped away, completely unruffled. Naruto was flustered, his robes dishevelled and his lip nicely swollen from biting it to keep from screaming. Sasuke ran his hands into the silky blonde hair and pulled the slave's head back firmly, delighting in plunging his tongue into the slave's mouth. He nipped at Naruto's lip. The slave allowed him to dominate the kiss, though he teased back.

“Only I am allowed to bite this lip, Naruto,” Sasuke growled and watched the slave's pupils dilate in arousal.

“It's my lip,” Naruto told him. Sasuke grinned coldly at him.

“Now it's mine,” was his only response. He tugged Naruto's hair once, painfully, then let him go and resumed walking. The blonde would cause him to do things in public that were unseemly... And he didn't give a damn.

*



/A small, blonde-haired boy whimpered loudly. He was curled into a small ball, hidden behind the bed. It was dark and cold, and the boy was naked. He was trembling, his scrawny body full of black and purple bruises. Somewhere in the house, heavy footsteps made their way leisurely upstairs.

“Stupid slut! Do you think I won't find you? You're mine, you bitch, do you hear me?”

The gruff shout makes Naruto curl up tighter and cry softly to himself. The was no escape from the pain. He knew that. But he still tried – he needed to try. He needed to believe that someday he would have a master that didn't hurt him for the fun of it.

“Found you.”

The man lunged at him, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and backhanded him. Naruto reeled from the hit. He struggled and cried, but only earned a few punches. The man threw him down and kicked him in the stomach.

“Did you think you could escape? You stupid whore. There is no escape. You will never get away from me.”

Naruto tried to scamper away, but a heavy hand yanked him back. He was tossed against the bed, his ass in the air.

“No! Please, not again! I won't hide ever again. I promise. Please, plea-”

A painful punch cut him off. The sound of a zipper made the boy cry even harder. He trembled, but didn't move. The man grabbed him and plunged deeply into him. Naruto's scream drowned his master's groan of pleasure.

“Shut the fuck up, dog!” he roared, yanking Naruto's hair back. He grabbed the boy's hips and drove himself deeply in and out. Naruto screamed and pleaded and cried, but he was ignored. His ass burned and stretched. He could feel blood coating his master's dick, but the man did not stop. As his master roared his release, dark spots blanked Naruto's vision. When the man pulled out and grinned cruelly at Naruto, the boy barely managed to stay conscious.

“You stupid whore,” the man smirked. He grabbed the hot poker in the fireplace and neared the small blonde boy.

Without a thought, Naruto screamed./



*



“Naruto! Wake up!”

Naruto started awake to the sound of Sasuke's alarmed voice. He was tangled with the prince's silky bed sheets, his body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Naruto's throat felt hoarse, as though he'd been screaming. Trembling, he shook away the remnants of his dream.

“Are you all right?” Sasuke asked. The prince stood next to the bed, his hair was tousled and his eyes were heavy with sleep. Naruto must have woken him up. Tears filled the blonde slave's eyes.

“Master, I woke you! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...”

“It's nothing, pet. What happened? Were you having a nightmare?”

Naruto nodded, still fighting to control his trembling. Sasuke had made him sleep in the master bed again. Naruto hadn't thought that his nightmares would turn so violent. He had hoped Sasuke wouldn't notice if he didn't sleep to well. Apparently there was no such luck.

Sasuke's eyes gentled slightly. He climbed gracefully back under the blankets and dragged Naruto into his lap.

“I'm sweaty,” Naruto protested. Sasuke's firm hands kept him from scrambling away.

“You're not going anywhere,” Sasuke growled into his ear. Naruto tried to twist away, but found that he was completely trapped. Escaping the demon prince wasn't possible for a half demon. He was too weak.

“I'm sorry I woke you. Please, master, at least let me go sleep on the floor. I'm messing up your sheets...” The furious growl in the back of Sasuke's throat silenced the slave. They sat silently, until Naruto finally relaxed against his master's chest. Sasuke rested his chin on the blonde head. The poor slave was shaking in his arms.

He had started awake at the sound of screaming and fully expected the palace to be under attack. He had jumped out of bed, ready for a fight, before he had realized that it was Naruto screaming in his sleep. Pain and terror had showed on Naruto's face. The slave had struggled, fought against the blankets, and screamed loudly. Sasuke breathed his pet's scent in, calming himself down. Naruto was safe, in his arms.

“You're safe, little pet. What were you dreaming about?”

Naruto stiffened again, but Sasuke waited patiently.

“N-nothing,” Naruto's voice was hoarse. Irrational anger shot through Sasuke. What had made his slave this fearful? Whose heart did he have to rip out to placate the blonde-haired pet in his bed?

“I think we've established that lying to me isn't an option,” Sasuke warned with a cool he didn't feel.

“I-i was dreaming about my first master,” Naruto admitted in a whisper. Sasuke tightened his hold on the pet, needing to assure himself that the slave wasn't going anywhere.

“Go on,” he said. Naruto shook his head, but continued in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I-it's nothing, really. I don't even know why I was dreaming about him. I just remembered how he used to... take me. He had bought me for a sex toy. I... He... I didn't mean to wake you up, master. I'm sorry, I should have warned you about my nightmares. I'll sleep on the floor, or somewhere else, if you don't want me to wake you up again. The nightmares don't really go away...”

Naruto stopped speaking, his voice was clogged with pain and loneliness. Sasuke's heart clenched painfully. When he spoke, he was surprised that his own voice was hoarse.

“He used you? How old were you?”

“I'm not sure,” Naruto frowned. “Maybe eight?” His tone was matter of fact. Sasuke growled darkly. Naruto twisted in his grasp to look at Sasuke.

“Master? Are you all right?”

Sasuke breathed deeply to keep the anger from flattening his poor slave.

“Slaves aren't allowed to be used for sex until the age of twelve,” he said coldly. Naruto winced and curled in on himself.

“I'm s-sorry, master... I should have told you. I'm nothing but a dirty-”

“Naruto, if you finish that sentence you will regret it,” Sasuke said coldly. Naruto's eyes widened, his gaze darting up to Sasuke.

“M-master?”

“Who was your first master, pet?”

Big blue eyes watched him silently. The blonde slowly shook his head.

“I don't remember. He never told me. He thought I wasn't worth talking to...”

Sasuke ran a tired hand over his eyes.

“I'm sorry you had to face something like that so young, pet.”



*



Naruto stared at Sasuke. Had his master just apologized to him? A surprised laugh escaped him.

“Master, it isn't your fault... I'm just a slave after all.”

Sasuke stilled, his dark eyes met Naruto's slowly.

“You think this is your fault?” he asked in disbelief.

“I...” Naruto remembered the pain of his master telling him that he's nothing but a slut. He recalled the hatred he had felt for the man, the self-loathing he had experienced.

“I'm not a slut,” he answered sullenly. Sasuke smiled at him in a way that made Naruto's heart race.

“Little pet, you are definitely not a slut,” Sasuke said. He tilted Naruto's chin up gently, and kissed the slave's pink lips. Gently.

Naruto froze, unable to respond. His master's kisses were feather light. Teasing, gently coaxing him into response. Naruto kissed back uncertainly. Sasuke's big hand at his neck was gentle, not dominating. He pushed Naruto down on his back and leaned over him to deepen the kiss softly. Naruto matched him easily. He nipped and licked, hoping to get his master to dominate the kiss again. Sasuke merely smirked and pinned Naruto's hands to the sides of his head. He straddled Naruto, still kissing his pet breathless. He kept the kiss gentle, soft. Before too long, Naruto was whimpering beneath him. He pulled away to watch the flustered slave beneath him. Naruto's cheeks were red, his blue eyes half lidded and lusty.

“Master Sasuke, please...”

A thrill ran through Sasuke at hearing Naruto pant his name. The slave squirmed beneath his hot gaze.

“What do you need, my pet?” Naruto whimpered in reply. He writhed unhappily, but refused to beg. That was just too humiliating.

Sasuke watched the resolve in the blue eyes with delight. He flashed Naruto a grin, his eyes turning a crimson red.

“Master?”

Naruto asked uncertainly. Sasuke's aura flared suddenly, pinning the slave to the bed. Naruto struggled viciously, but the demon's aura kept him immobile. He mewled in frustration when Sasuke leisurely studied his body.

“Pet, your body is delectable,” Sasuke murmured hotly. He trailed his fingers over Naruto's muscled stomach, basking in the sound of his pet's frustrated gasps. Naruto squirmed beneath his hot hands, but he couldn't move out of place. Sasuke took his time exploring the slave's body, trailing long, sharp claws over the slave's vulnerable skin.

He shifted his attention downwards, mischief entering his gaze.

“Well, what have we here?” he smirked at Naruto before he leaned down to lick torturously slowly over the length of Naruto's arousal. Naruto gasped painfully loudly. When Sasuke's hot mouth closed over him, Naruto screamed loudly.

Sasuke smirked and continued his slow perusal of Naruto's bulge.

“Master Sasuke, please... You don't have to do something like that. Please don't,” Naruto sounded panicky. Sasuke raised his head to watch the poor blonde with the unhappy blue eyes.

“Naruto, do you think I ever do anything I don't want to?” He asked coldly.

Naruto hesitated quietly.

“Yes, you do.”

Sasuke stilled. The answer was unexpected, to say the least.

“Why ever would you think that, little pet?”

“It's true, isn't it? You're the prince. You have to take responsibility for your kingdom.”

Sasuke's smile was scarily warm. Naruto blushed fiercely. Sasuke was irresistible when he smiled like that. His crimson eyes lighted up, his entire face lighted up, the worry disappeared.

“Naruto, this isn't something I dislike doing,” Sasuke said. He reflected on the sincerity of his words for a moment. It was true, he didn't mind. It was a shock to realize that he liked making Naruto squirm beneath him, no matter what.

“Yes master,” Naruto answered with a crimson blush. Sasuke returned to his game of making Naruto moan with pleasure. The blonde slave wouldn't escape him tonight. He would wipe away the last of Naruto's nightmares by replacing them with memories of Sasuke's own. The prince wouldn't have his little slave hurting.

After all, Naruto had to pay for waking the prince up. What better way than to see how many times the slave could release in one night?



A/N: I apologize for any mistakes, my proofreading isn't always the best!