Rustic Servitude

Rustic Servitude - Chapter Six

Notes: SasuNaru first three quarters (mild sexual frustration), ItaKisa last quarter.

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Sasuke’s thoughts revolved around the two whom he had come to own in the past twenty-four hours. He knew when he first saw the two slaves that they were not completely if at all American or even European for that matter. Hearing their names only further proved his convictions that they were of the same decent as he, Itachi, and the rest of the Uchiha clan even if their features were not typical of the norm.

Naruto, tagged number twenty, sat on his heels sulking at his Master’s feet as Sakura busied herself with stashing leftovers in the refrigerator and washing any remaining dishes. A few morsels of food lay untouched on their Master’s plate, and as Sakura moved to take it away for washing, her Master pushed her hands away. She looked at him perplexed before she noticed he was ignoring her while taking the plate in his left hand to present it to Naruto. She smiled softly, maybe he isn’t such a bastard after all, she thought to herself turning away from the scene before her.

Scrambled eggs and a butter soaked piece of toast were all that remained on Sasuke’s plate, but once the food was smelt before eyes even caught a glance Naruto knew his Master had pitied him after he had ranted and whined for food.

Few moments passed and the male slave did not move, nor speak. Sasuke’s eyes narrowed as he turned his body in his seat fully to face his slave. As he moved, he set his plate back to where it was originally and in his right hand took the lone piece of toast to offer the food once again.

“If you’re hungry, eat.”

“I’m not going to eat like some dog begging for table scraps!” Naruto’s outburst had caused all movement to still in the spacious kitchen, and Sakura to peek over her shoulder at him where she stood at the sink washing dishes.

“I’ll tell you I’m not very experienced when it comes to owning a slave, but when I compromise I expect you to understand that it’s not going to get any better than this.”

“What?!”

“I may not have offered you an ounce of food at my whim, but I reconsidered. If you want to eat at all, you’ll eat from my hand.” Naruto opened his mouth at this, but his Master moved to touch one dry corner of the toast to his blonde slave’s lips before he could utter a single word.

The slave glared up at his Master as he complied biting off a considerably large piece of the cold toast.

Composed coal eyes rivaled glowering blue as Naruto chewed slowly taking bite after bite until only one bite remained pinched between his Master’s thumb and index finger. He paused after swallowing unsure how he should approach such a situation, but somehow his mind conjured something akin to payback. He leant forward with his mouth open for the last bit, closing his lips around the two appendages that sandwiched the scrap of toasted bread. With his tongue he quickly swiped the morsel from his owner’s fingers, then suckled them to rid the grooved pads of any butter that had clung to the sensitive flesh.

Smirking, Naruto sat back on his heels and chewed, finishing off the slice of toast only to be offered a clump of lightly salted and peppered scrambled egg. The greasy yellow mass also tasted of butter, Naruto noticed as his Master pressed the egg to his lips to slip the matter inside. On cue his mouth moved the same way as it had before, taking the morsel from his Master’s pinched fingers by swiping his tongue along the two digits to gain the full bite, then sucked any remaining flavor off. He then let the moist fingers slide from his mouth as he sat back on his haunches and ate the heavenly well prepared food.

Naruto had no idea that the Sakura-chan he knew on and off again when they were returned to the slave auction was also a skilled cook. He wondered what else he didn’t know about his friend when it came to other things girly, but he just couldn’t imagine her sitting thoughtfully propped up against a wall snuggled in her bed under a reading lamp admiring how her embroidery was coming along.

Another portion of egg passed through parted lips once pressed to them. Sasuke noticing his slave was daydreaming made him wonder what had distracted the blonde. Was he simply enjoying his breakfast, or was he thinking of what was to come? The latter had been on his mind as well, and coming to terms with his lack of knowledge about owning slaves and how to treat them was becoming quite clear if not only to himself, but also the two whom he now owned. This could cause disobedience and a lack of respect, which would cause even more headaches than the one blonde gave him in the past sixteen hours.

This woman, and this largely defiant man kneeling and sucking on his fingers, for them he would research this subject.

All too soon and much to Naruto’s distaste, all food had been eradicated from his Master’s plate. He licked his lips, but got no reaction from his owner. “That it?” He queried as if he didn’t already know the answer, but Sakura approached their Master before Sasuke could reply with Naruto’s folded clothes in her arms.

“Set them aside and help him to stand,” Master ordered nodding his head to the island counter.

She set the pile of clothing aside as she had been instructed, then bent down to help Naruto to stand with a firm grip on his left elbow. One leg shifted out from under number twenty to steady himself as he rose to his full height, which was still a hair shorter than his Master.

Sasuke dismissed Sakura by handing her the only unclean plate left over from breakfast, leaving the blonde to stare into seemingly cold and unfeeling black eyes, “Come here.” During the standing-up process Naruto had taken a step back to put some distance between he and the dark headed man in front of him, though the attempt had been futile as his owner had noticed.

The slave stepped forward, but apparently it was not close enough, for strong hands gripped his bare hips to pull him between clothed parted thighs. Naruto nearly stumbled forward, but gained control over his body as he realized the proximity between he and the ‘enemy’.

Master’s right hand moved to catch the back of his slave’s neck to pull their faces close. The sound of rushing water fell on deaf ears as Naruto struggled just as his nose brushed his owner’s , but the hand that held his hip firmly managed to find his awakening arousal. The blonde gasped through slight parted lips, then nearly growled as his body betrayed him once again.

Sasuke leaned forward further, opened his mouth, then drug his tongue along the corner of the right side of Naruto’s mouth effectively removing a small speck of egg that had clung to the slave’s lips even after he thought he had licked his chops clean. Releasing the back of his defiant slave’s neck, it took him a full five seconds to realize that he was no longer being held captive so close, which caused him to jerk his head back. This movement only caused further problems as his cock slid back with his movements in his Master’s hand.

Master merely smirked at his slave’s awkward antics and released the erection he held.

Regaining his wits, the blonde only muttered a weak, “Bastard.”

“Turn around.”

“Oh, hell no! You’re not going to-!”

“If you do not want to freeze, it would be wise to dress. In order for you to dress, I have to untie you. Understand?”

The slave glared, but untying sounded good to Naruto, very good. He obeyed without further response by turning and taking a step back as he looked over his shoulder, then faced forward to await his untying.

There was no movement for a moment or two as Sasuke admired his slave’s assets, then slowly jerked with strong lithe fingers on the bindings he had tied. They loosened and fell away; the arms they bound moved to the slave’s front as fingers rubbed over the indentations the rope had left. The skin was imprinted and red causing Naruto to scowl and spin on his heel to deliver a well deserved punch to his ‘Master’s’ jaw.

Luckily Sasuke was ready for the inevitable backlash the young blonde had probably thought about since he had tied him, and caught the fist aimed for his face.

“Hitting me will only result in additional punishment.”

Master’s cool voice pricked his slave like a barb, but did not stop him from lashing out again, this time with his left fist as his right was crushed in Sasuke’s grip.

“I don’t care! I won’t give in! Not to you! Not to anyone!” Naruto roared.

That fist was caught as easily as the first.

Naruto growled and reared back as if he were going to head butt his Master. His blue eyes were wild with abandonment of thought as his body moved forward in attack. Then his eyes changed, transformed back to scornful anger held in check. A pale arm was wrapped around his neck, and a kind voice whispered in his ear to ‘please stop’. That’s all it took to calm Naruto down.

Sasuke did not bat an eye as Sakura let her arm fall from Naruto as his piercing eyes caught hers. She stepped away not knowing what else to do, as she had finished everything that her Master had instructed her to do.

Master released his slave’s fists and directed his next words to his pink headed slave, “Help him dress.”

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Beady eyes stared, and stared some more into the face of his sleeping Master. He awaited the awakening of his Master patiently. Very patiently he did wait while he watched.

Rays of sunlight peeked around dark heavy drapery and lit the room with a soft glow, just enough to watch someone sleep soundly.

The night before had been uneventful in the slave’s favor. He learned his actions had led to the consequence of sleeping on a cold hardwood floor without so much as a blanket chained to a wide round steel column of his Master’s headboard. Number twenty-one also learned that his Master turned down his thermostat at night so that the central heat would not be constantly running. In result the floor was beyond cold and was closer to icy, his whole body felt chilled to the bone, but he sat at his Master’s bedside looking into his calm face with strands of fine hair masking a pale cheek partially without so much as a tremble.

He knew his Master was on a hair-trigger, as a defense mechanism or possibly he acquired it with his personality over the years, the slave could only guess. Regardless of what he thought, he did not make any sudden movements. He didn’t want to wake his Master by being noisy, and he rather liked quietly watching the young man’s peaceful face without his cold calculating eyes staring back at him.

Beady eyes roamed over the expanse of flesh that was revealed to him, which was only a creamy white shoulder and half of his Master’s face, but he took in every detail. Under his intense squinted gaze he caught movement of a jaw muscle; he smirked. A shifting of his body and rustling sheets followed the small movement and eyes cracking open slowly. His Master didn’t seem surprised to lock eyes with his smirking slave whom was nude save for the black leather training collar with a single d-ring adorning the cow hide he had belted around that thick neck the night before.

“Good morning, Master.” That deep sultry voice caressed the very air it pierced despite the current temperature, causing Itachi to vaguely wonder how long he had been watched before he realized.

AN: Mm, It’s been a while. I hope to update more often in the future with longer chapters, but the writing fairy won’t visit…and WORK, and CAR and stuff…much sadness. Butter on everything I say!