My Beloved Pet

AN: *hides* I don’t know what’s wrong with me. ‘Twas just a mood I was in and... yeah. What the hell? I hope someone out there enjoys this. Oh yeah, and this is AU. A whole, freaking lot of AU. Possibly out of character-ness as well. This was meant to be a one shot, but I sort of like how it's going.

Since I’ve neglected to finish writing A Day in the Life of Sasori, this is in part a tribute to Veilchen. All the SasoDei is for you, baby. And the Orgymaru reference was picked up from Veily as well.

Feel free to email me, if I’ve gotten anything wrong in your eyes. (I’m not exactly a BDSM whore, but I know my way mostly around the scene. XD)

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.


My Beloved Pet


Most of the memorable nights in his life were stained with the stale smell of cigarettes, latex, leather, and sex. Not a bad combination, but a complete change from where he thought his life was going. Liquor was rarely used anymore; now he preferred to remember, and experience these things sober.

This was all Itachi’s fault. He had been a somewhat normal, if not dark, young adult. Sasuke went to his college classes, avoided his fan club, and stuck to his few good friends. Naruto may have been loud, but it was something he came to expect, and oddly enough relaxed him after a stressful day of clenching his teeth while kissing his professors’ collective asses. Most of which, in his opinion, didn’t deserve any sort of compliment. Sometimes Sakura would drag them out to a bar, or on his worst nights, to a karoke bar. Seeing drunk frat boys sing YMC was amusing only after the first few times. Of course Naruto would have to sing something, always off key, and very loudly.

Nothing in his past made him think that he would ever have been led down this road. Yet, here he was in a dark club with people wearing more latex than condom factories put out yearly. The industrial music played over the many speakers in most of the rooms, even piped into the bathrooms. If one wanted to dance on a toilet seat, they would have music to do it to. Each room had several tv sets, each with a different video playing.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes and stole a glance to his brother. He didn’t know that one time had been taped. Oh, when they were home and equals once again, he would most certainly take that up with Itachi. All he needed was his face in porn. In porn with his brother. Doing things that would make most normal people blush.

Anyway, the tv usually played fetish videos, mostly of an unsavory nature in his opinion. The first time he come here, he saw the weirdest thing he had ever seen in his whole life. Of course with that blue pill, older men could get it up, but wow... Sasuke sighed and shook his head. Scarred him for life, he’ll never forget that now. Like seeing boobs and coming to the realization that he was gay. Very, very gay. They didn’t bother him, per say, but they didn’t have the same effect as they did on those around him. Of course it was a friend of his, who was too drunk after dragging them to karoke. Not that they weren’t nice... but he was letting his mind wander.

All around him were friends of Itachi. Their room was reserved for the group, and probably always would be. Come to find out, Itachi was rather popular on the fetish scene. That came as quite a shock, the first time he had stumbled upon it...



He hated math with all his being, but if he didn’t get this stupid assignment done, he would flunk for sure. There was no way he would repeat this class, as it was the last math credit he had to get out of the way. Itachi, being the early graduate and general suck up that he was, would probably know. Oh yeah, perfect Itachi, genius of the family. Never mind that his own grades were always good, and that he excelled in most of what he put his mind to. Minus math. His family never saw that, they only saw the perfect brother, and the one who didn’t do quite as well. Sasuke graduated with top honors, Itachi graduated early and with top honors. He earned a scholarship that covered most of his expenses, Itachi had several offers from top schools to attend with full scholarships.

It made him sick. Not only that, but now, he had to go ask his perfect brother for help. Life was just not fair sometimes. They shared a space, with Sasuke’s room on the ground floor, Itachi’s room on the top. Climbing the stairs to Itachi’s loft, he paused, hearing a rather evil chuckle come from his brother’s room. He raised his brow, and proceeded quietly.

“A little higher... that’s good. Now bring it down.”

What the hell was he doing? Sasuke crept to his brother’s room, peeking through the crack in the door. A loud slap followed his instructions.

“Thank you, master,” said a low voice, one that was slightly garbled by the computer’s speakers.

Master? Sasuke smirked and pulled the door slowly open, trying to see just what his brother was watching. Some sort of porn, by the sound of it, with bondage. Now that would make his perfect brother not so perfect in his family’s eyes.

“Mm,” Itachi purred, “you’re getting the hang of it. Remember to do it often, and you’ll have him trained in no time.”

Sasuke’s smirk faded a little. Dog training, then? Finally able to stick his head in and view the screen, he felt his jaw drop. Through a pixel laden web cam, Sasuke could make out two figures. One wore tight, shinny pants and twirled a riding crop between his fingers. The other was on his hands and knees, rear pointed toward the standing man. His only piece of clothing were two straps of leather crossing his chest, joined in the middle by a large metal ring.

“You’re so kind, to instruct me on how to keep my own pet, master.” The man bowed and then smiled, getting closer to the cam. “Will you be at the club Friday?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss Sasori’s first show.” Itachi leaned back in his computer chair, equally as shirtless as the other man. Since he never went without a shirt around his family, even Sasuke, his little brother was surprised to see scars and tattoos on his upper body. What a polo shirt could hide.

“See you there, then. Hopefully he’ll be trained by then.”

“I don’t doubt that he will be.”

The man winked then the screen went black, alert popping up that the connection had been broken. Sasuke should have taken the time to retreat, and pretend he hadn’t seen a thing. Sometimes, doing the right thing wasn’t fun.

“Well well well,” Sasuke opened the door further, leaning against the doorframe. “I never would have guessed...”

Itachi twitched, looking up at Sasuke with narrowed eyes. “Eavesdropping? I thought you were above that, Sasuke.” The chair creaked loudly as he rose gracefully.

“I really don’t think you’re in the position to talk down to me. And probably won’t be, ever again. I wonder what our family would think...” The smug grin left his face as he was jerked inside then pushed against the wall, light switch digging into his shoulder blades.

“If you tell them, I will make your life a living hell.”

Sasuke regained some of his smirk, “I’m sure you’re quite practiced in that art, brother.”

“More than you’d ever have the joy in experiencing.”

Something of Itachi’s statement made him wince, and drop his gaze for a moment. A little attention from his brother would have been nice, especially while he grew up. The few times he had, were always bittersweet. Itachi was the only part of his family that told him that he had done good in school, and praised him. He was also the only part of his family that never had time for him. “Something would be better than nothing.”

“Oh?” He smirked, leaning closer. “I never knew you swung that way.”

“I don’t. I mean, I do... Which swing do you mean?”

Itachi shook his head, “never mind. You’re welcome to come with me, if you’d like.”

Sasuke hesitated, debating his options. Spending time with Itachi would be nice, even if he bitterly called him the perfect brother. He was jealous, and he knew that, but wouldn’t ever admit it out loud. Going some where, together with Itachi, even if it was some weird BDSM sort of thing... Ah well, who cared? As if he would see anyone there he knew. If he did, then he was sure they would equally keep their secrets. “...Sure.”



Of course he never knew it would grow into this. Although if he were to actually think back on things, bonding with his brother at a fetish club wasn’t exactly normal to begin with. That should have been his first red flag. If he knew then, what he knew now... He would probably do it again. His time with Itachi here meant more to him than anything. Never before did he have something to look forward to. Now not only did he have that, but he had something to look forward to with his brother.

Itachi lounged in the red chair, fingers toying with the velvet armrests. A cigarette dangled from his other hand, one of those special ones that smelt sweet and herb heavy. Cloves; he recalled the name from the many empty packages in the backseat of Itachi’s car. Djarums, they smelt better than any cigarette he had before, and left a sweet taste on Itachi’s lips. Something about the filter having flavor, that his damp lips would activate. It lingered, and gave his brother a taste that made him weak in the knees. That could also be because generally while tasting his brother, it was in one of a few different types of kisses that always left him needing more. Either hot and rough, teeth bumping against each other, tongues warring until he finally submitted. Or the slow, barely there kiss, that covered his body in fire and left him whimpering. Much to his annoyance, later on. There was nothing worse than admitting to yourself that you did, indeed, just whimper, and you didn’t care if the other heard. It had an amusing effect on Itachi, that made whimpering not all that bad.

Shaking his head, Itachi scratched at his knee through his vinyl pants. Those pants made Sasuke scowl. They were evil, and he knew this for a fact. He just couldn’t prove it. The pants held some sort of spell over them that made people stop, stare and comment. Try as he did, Sasuke was jealous. Not that Itachi was once more getting more attention, but that others got to stare. In their oh so twisted relationship, Sasuke had grown to care more for Itachi, than he was sure his brother felt for him. To Itachi, he was just a pet. One that he happened to live with, and sleep with even while not in master and slave mode.

“I’m telling you, we need to have our own porn production team. We’d make money, unn,” Deidara smiled around his drink, then put it back on the table, ice hitting the glass with an audible clank. “Not all of us have scholarships and good jobs. Starving artists need money.”

Deidara; what to say about the definitely weird blonde boy? As Sasuke was the submissive to Itachi, Deidara was to Sasori. He and the red head had been dating off and on, the very definition of off and on had their picture underneath it, for years. Bored with their relationship, Itachi had introduced them to this club. The night he first came, was Sasori’s first time on stage... Yes, they have a stage. At first he had thought it was for bands to play on, but no. If this was a circus, it was the main ring. Sasori’s... show was entertaining, much to Sasuke’s horror. The furthest he had traveled into male on male...ness, was admitting that he liked boys. To see two good looking men put on a show, a submissive and dominant show no less, was very eye opening. Not only was he really sure he liked men, but he was mildly confused as to if he liked this scene that Itachi had opened up to him.

The elder brother flicked the butt of his clove, ashes falling off into the glass tray. An amusing glass tray, with people doing things that weren’t normal with their bodies. Well, normal for people who weren’t contortionists. “I heard you two had a gallery opening soon.” Again, something that fell under Itachi’s influence. Sasuke was amused to see people from all walks of life attend the club. Some of those were gallery owners.

“We do, but that doesn’t mean we’re rolling in money.” Sasori’s eyes were on his nails as he used a tooth pick to clean them. Sasuke could relate; he never realize that even idly scratching at someone’s back would gather things under his nails that made him wonder why he hadn’t drawn blood. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to live in some sort of comfort.”

“Something to fall back onto, unnn...”

“I have a friend who owes me some favors.” Kisame added, smiling toothily at the group. The owner of the club, and most definitely one of the weirdest, yet nicest people Sasuke had ever met. He gave Sasuke free drinks, and knew fully of the youngest brother’s feelings toward his sibling. In knowing that, he tried his best to steer or scare away anyone who hit on Itachi in front of him. Nothing that would make Itachi unhappy, as he knew his friend’s limits better than even his own brother. “Some camera equipment, sound stuff too. If you’re interested.”

Deidara clapped, smiling, “yay, thank you! Now who gets to be the first star, unnn?”

“Itachi should, since he’s so well known.”

“Good point, Sasori,” Kisame turned to his friend, “want to star in real porn?”

Itachi shook his head again. “If anyone found out that Sasuke was my brother...”
“Who said it would have to be with Sasuke, unn?” Sasuke glared at Deidara, resisting the urge to throw his drink at the blonde. “I wouldn’t mind, you know... we did do swinging at one point.” Deidara shifted in Sasori’s lap, snuggling closer, if that were possible. “Can we, baby?”

The first night he spent here, had been a year ago. By now he knew better than to out right tell Itachi no. The word no couldn’t be in his vocabulary here, unless Itachi asked him a direct question. Scowling and glaring at the floor, he leaned his cheek against Itachi’s knee. His place on the floor at first made him mad, but now the little cushion was nicer than most the chairs, cleaner in his opinion. He was sure Kisame had everything cleaned weekly, if not more, but still. It was his cushion alone, that he tossed down where ever Itachi was sitting. To be at one’s feet was hard to get used to, especially when coupled with his issues with superiority, and Itachi being better than him. Those had worked out, eventually. The only reason he had stuck around to be Itachi’s pet, was because he was the only one who got those loving caresses. No one else saw Itachi as he got to see him. It was no longer about being better, but about being better at what they were each good at.

“Sure, Sasuke looks like fun,” Sasori smirked, dark rimmed eyes shifting to the younger Uchiha.

“No.” Itachi twitched, taking the small chained leash in his free hand and idly playing with it, as if reaffirming that Sasuke was indeed his. Sasuke liked that. “No one touches Sasuke... I’ll think about the movie, Deidara.” He yawned, glancing up at the clock before returning his gaze to his friend. “Oi, Kisame?”

“Yeah?”

“That friend of yours wouldn’t happen to be Orochimaru, would it?”

“Oh yeah.”

Itachi snickered, the long drag he had taken from his clove coming out in puffs from his nose and mouth. “Shit, that would be amusing. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him around here. Busy with making his own porn, isn’t he?”

“Something like that.”

“Orgymaru, I remember him. Didn’t he used to throw some of the biggest swinger parties in the scene? Ones that were almost as infamous as Grego’s parties?” Sasori questioned his lover, tossing the toothpick to the table.

“Oh yeah, unn! He’s a little... spooky. But fun, nonetheless.”

Sasuke ignored them, instead he was suddenly happily distracted with Itachi’s hand in his hair, stroking it gently, fingers playing with a few strands here and there. His hands could wreak havoc on Sasuke’s body, or bring to it peace. Just how they managed to get this close was sadly a foggy memory, as incredibly drunk he was the first few times he went to the club with Itachi. It was after the third time...

“Orgymaru, that does fit him.” Kisame chuckled, sipping his beer. “You know, he almost collects pretty young boys around him. Not illegal boys, but still...”

“Hence the creepy, unn.”

“I like Kimimaru,” Itachi added to the conversation, blowing out a stream of smoke. “He is a perfect sub. Kabuto, on the other hand...” Sasuke twitched, making a mental note to meet this Kimimaru, and find some sort of way to out do him. Perfect submissive partner, bah.

“Kabuto is amusing. The one is always thinking, plotting things I’m sure. He’s too smart for his own good.” The red head pressed his cheek against Deidara’s hair, closing his eyes.

It was getting late, and the club was winding down. Thankfully he had no Saturday classes, or life would be hell. At first, Saturdays were the time he would spend with a heavy hang over, wondering just what the hell he did the previous night. One such occurrence was particularly surprising; waking up in Itachi’s arms. Then, he didn’t know if he should have run in horror, been sick, or curled closer to his brother’s warmth. The sick that followed was entirely the amount of liquor he had the night before, not the result of sleeping with Itachi.

Now Saturdays consisted of him gleefully, well as gleeful as Sasuke could be, spending time with Itachi. Most of the week, while they both had classes, their life went back to as it had been. Sasuke did his own thing, and Itachi did the same. Even though he’d given up the weekends to spend else where, Naruto made sure Sasuke felt his wrath by taking him out on school nights. Sakura tagged along, or went her own way with some of the female friends he had recognized earlier from his ‘fan club’. When ever they had stopped pursuing him with such one minded-ness, he couldn’t pin down, or if they still did it... he never paid attention anymore. Petty things like girls giving him that ‘I’m going to eat your soul’ look they used to give him melted from the details in life he took for the norm, from early middle school on through college.

He was obsessed with his brother, on a whole new level. A part of him wanted to share, even a little bit, of why his mood had some what improved. While he doubted Naruto had a judgmental bone in his body, it still scared him to think he might lose the one friend that had kept him sane through life. The realization that Naruto was that important to him, shook him to the core. No one was important to him, before.

Maybe this weird fetish scene wasn’t just about sexual gratification, or living a secret life style, but finding oneself through a weird series of events. He felt more free to be himself when not in the club, as if he cared what anyone thought before, and happy to be around these people Itachi surrounded himself with. Yes, he was happy, for the most part. It felt like a hallmark moment, for people into fetishes. He would pay to see that. A card that would say ‘sorry to hear you lost a submissive partner, my best wishes toward finding you a new ass to spank’.

The only thing that would complete life, was to find a way to stem Itachi’s need to play master to other people. Sure, he simply instructed most of the time, but a few months ago, he had his first taste of what it was like to not have a say in a relationship he thought had been forming.




Pulling down the short-shorts that Itachi had given him for what felt like the millionth time, he retreated from the bathroom, leaving the loud moans behind. Who could screw in a man’s bathroom? It smelt like a urinal... which it was... and there stains on the walls. On the walls. Why did some drunk men think that the wall was a urinal? Despite that there was a man, at least he thought that was a man, being heartily screwed by another man. Sasuke never thought peeing around people was a problem, but peeing around people who were having sex, that was just too weird.

Making his way through the packed dance floor, he moved toward the room Itachi always took up with the others. He was going to pause for a drink, but decided that he didn’t need something that would most likely make him need to use the bathroom again that evening, and the porno urinal wasn’t a place he wanted to revisit. Someone caught the back of his collar and tugged, making him stumble. “What the hell?!”

“Are you supposed to talk to me like that, bitch?” A man sneered, elbowing his friend. Sasuke sighed, eyes flickering around for signs of Kisame. Sometimes a few curious drunk men would wander into the scene, mostly to gawk or tease those in attendance. Those people were roughly shoved out of the club like the rubbish they were. He didn’t go to sports bars and question the intelligence of those there, or complain about how sports were lame/stupid. Why other people felt the need to do something so similar, he never knew.

“First of all, dumb ass, if you call me bitch again, I’ll castrate you.” Sasuke leaned closer, “I’m a medical student, I know just how to do it.” Smiling at the shocked expressions on their faces, he jerked away from the now limp grasp on his collar. “Second of all, you don’t get to touch me, I’m not yours. Go back to the titty bar.” Leaving the two men slack jawed, he turned and hurried back to the room. Kisame came into view, talking to Sasori and Deidara, who were eyeing the chair he had left Itachi in. “Oi, Kisame. There’s some id..iots...” As Sasuke moved closer, he saw why the others were staring. In Itachi’s lap was a woman, arm around his shoulders, and heartily attempting to swallow his face. Sasuke clenched his fists, trying his best not to yank the woman away. It wasn’t his place, but still...

“Ah, what idiots, Sasuke?” Kisame winced and pulled Sasuke away, so his back faced the two.

“...These two... obviously not here to enjoy things, they were pretty rough with me.”

“Want me to kick ‘em out?”

“Naw, I think they’ll leave pretty soon,” he said quietly, face flushed.

“Wow, look at them go, unn...” Deidara, peeped over Kisame’s shoulder, watching Itachi and the other. “But... ew... het.”

“Not everyone likes boys, Deidara.” Kisame playfully pushed Deidara back, Sasori catching his sub. “Besides, Itachi... has always been an equal opportunity type of person.” He put an arm around Sasuke’s shoulders comfortingly.

“And I say again, ew, unnn.”

“If everyone thought it was gross, people wouldn’t be born.”

“If more people were gay, or admitted to themselves they were, the world would be less crowded,” Sasori fired back, playing with the fringe on the whip Itachi had given to him earlier.

“World peace too, unn.”

“World peace is boring.”

Sasuke pulled away from Kisame’s arm and drifted back into the crowd. Before then, he hadn’t put a name to the relationship that he had with Itachi, nor felt the need to. They were together, in his eyes. He wouldn’t have slept with someone he felt of as just a casual relationship. Though now it was painfully clear that they didn’t really have any boundaries. Those sorts of things he thought were implied but then, maybe that was only in stories.




Later that same night, the fellow dominatrix girl left with her pet, who seemed equally as miffed as Sasuke was. Small consolation, but it was some. Of course in his mind, he told her that it made him sad/uncomfortable/angry/jealous, and that’s why they never came back. Maybe there was some part of him that was quietly a romantic. Even if it was a strange romantic. Itachi acted like nothing wrong had gone on, and ignored Sasuke’s probably not so subtle ways of expressing his annoyance. When they got home, that was another matter...







“Did that bother you?”

Sasuke blinked, looking up, “what?”

“Did kissing that girl bother you?”

He wanted to say... screw that, he would say it, “of course it did, stupid.”

“Sasuke... this won’t work, if you have a problem with me and other people being together. I’m not ready to settle down, at all. If you want that from me, I suggest we end this now, before it goes any further.”

Any further? Any further from what? They’d had sex, publicly too, done things that Sasuke never dreamed he could do with a straight face, and all for or because of Itachi. His devotion was already there, there was no further it could go. This life style Itachi pulled him into, he had grown accustomed to it. “No, it’s fine. I’m sorry.” He never thought he would do any of this, hell he used to think hand cuffs were the kinkiest thing he’d ever thought of, getting used to Itachi sleeping around was just one more thing he had to adjust to.

“Mm,” Itachi touched his cheek, in one of the rare loving gestures Sasuke adored. “I’m willing to limit myself, a little. Men only, then?”

Hey, he’d take what he could. “Sure, men only. No boobies.”

Itachi snickered, pulling him closer. “No boobies, got it,” he mumbled before kissing him passionately, driving any and all thought from Sasuke’s mind.




“Are you tired?” So lost in thought, Sasuke didn’t notice that Itachi had leaned forward, until his lips were brushing over his ear.

“I am. But not terribly.”

“We’ll go home.” A pink tongue slipped out and teased the outer edge of Sasuke’s ear, making him shiver. Pulling away, Itachi raised his voice so the others could hear. “We’re going home for the night. See you next week?”

“Yeah, unn!”

Kisame nodded, waving with his beer bottle. “I’ll call Orochimaru and ask about prices, and probably get a freebie out of him, the first shoot.”

Deidara bounced in Sasori’s lap, who shook his head. “Only you would be excited by porn.”

Tired, and quite ready to either go to bed, or stay awake as Itachi’s happy little distraction, Sasuke stood. He brushed his rear off out of habit, chain almost taunt between his neck and Itachi’s hand. His brother rose to his feet as well, arm circling Sasuke’s waist.

“Goodnight.”