Slavedream
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,184
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Slavedream
AN:
I prefer Nejiten, to be sure, but tried my hand at yaoi for a challenge posted on a Naruto smut-drabble meme.
***
He made an appealing picture as he laid there, chained - dark hair spread like a waterfall on his bare shoulders, pale skin over a muscular frame. His moon-eyes glared up at Itachi, almost glowing, and Itachi appreciated the pair - opposite and complement to his own Sharingan, progenitor and prototype - for their beauty as well as for the fact that Neji had forgotten; had given him the chance he needed. He saw the too-late realization on the Hyuuga's face, the minute twitch of facial muscles as he tried to look away ...
The Sharingan flashed.
***
He had no name, nothing but "slave." Because that was what he was, what he had been born to be. A slave...
(...to the Branch. To Fate. To duty...the words flitter across his mind and are gone quickly.)
...a slave for Lord Uchiha, his entire life dedicated to his master's whim. And it was his master's whim that he be tied to his master's bed, slender wrists crossed and tied to the headboard, his legs to the metal bar at the foot of the bed. The room was lit with candles; he lay on sheets of black satin, his limbs were tied with knotted white silk. There was not a stich of fabric on the slave save for his silken restraints.
He looked up as the door swung open, and Lord Itachi Uchiha glided into the room. He simply stood there, gazing at the slave on his bed, and licked his lips slowly. The slave ducked his head, feeling shy, nervous - and aroused. The deep, beautiful eyes of his master were as good as caresses on his heated skin, and laying there awaiting his master's pleasure...he shivered involuntarily, and Lord Uchiha's lips twitched in a small smile.
"Does the sight of me so please you, slave?" he asked, and the slave could only nod dumbly. The Lord chuckled and walked closer to the bed, sitting on the edge. The slave could feel his body roll slightly towards his master's.
"I can see that," he said, and skimmed his hand over the slave's hardening cock. The slave bit his lip and tried not to make a sound, but couldn't help wriggling and shifting as his master's hand gently, inexorably, rubbed him to full hardness. When he was as hard as a rock and gasping for air, his master wrapped his fist around his weeping length and squeezed gently - the slave made his first sound, a mewling cry.
"You DO like that," the master said, laughing, and let go. The slave mewled again, a pathetic, begging sound, and writhed ineffectually against the sheets. The way he was tied, there was no way he could touch himself, and his hips, thrusting best they could with tied legs, only met insubstantial air. Then the master was bending over him, tying something around his eyes - a strip of black satin, the same as the bedsheets now sliding against his bare back, shutting out all sight. The slave let out a confused but hopeful whimper.
There was a grinding sound, and the bars his ankles were bound to began to move - moving his legs with it, spreading his legs wide open and lifting them in the bargain. He could hear the soft sound of clothes being shed, and curses his blindfold - he wanted to see the master's naked body. And then the master's hand was on him again, squeezing in a gentle, slow rhythm, and he sobbed in relief, his hips arching off the bed....but all too soon the master's hand left again.
He felt his master crawling over him, naked skin brushing his, and began to breathe heavily as his master straddled his face. He could feel his master's erection against his chin, smell that intoxicating scent of his exitement. Eagerly, he licked at it.
"Oh, little slave," he heard his master growl. "You've learned well. Yes, do that - bring me pleasure with your hot little mouth." Eager more than obedient, he set to work, suckling at the very tip of his master's cock. He felt his wrists being freed, but did nothing but use his new freedom of movement to take more of his master into his mouth.
He felt something cool and slick being spread on his hand. "Slave," his master commanded in a husky voice, "do not stop what you are doing, but use this hand to prepare yourself for me."
I prefer Nejiten, to be sure, but tried my hand at yaoi for a challenge posted on a Naruto smut-drabble meme.
***
He made an appealing picture as he laid there, chained - dark hair spread like a waterfall on his bare shoulders, pale skin over a muscular frame. His moon-eyes glared up at Itachi, almost glowing, and Itachi appreciated the pair - opposite and complement to his own Sharingan, progenitor and prototype - for their beauty as well as for the fact that Neji had forgotten; had given him the chance he needed. He saw the too-late realization on the Hyuuga's face, the minute twitch of facial muscles as he tried to look away ...
The Sharingan flashed.
***
He had no name, nothing but "slave." Because that was what he was, what he had been born to be. A slave...
(...to the Branch. To Fate. To duty...the words flitter across his mind and are gone quickly.)
...a slave for Lord Uchiha, his entire life dedicated to his master's whim. And it was his master's whim that he be tied to his master's bed, slender wrists crossed and tied to the headboard, his legs to the metal bar at the foot of the bed. The room was lit with candles; he lay on sheets of black satin, his limbs were tied with knotted white silk. There was not a stich of fabric on the slave save for his silken restraints.
He looked up as the door swung open, and Lord Itachi Uchiha glided into the room. He simply stood there, gazing at the slave on his bed, and licked his lips slowly. The slave ducked his head, feeling shy, nervous - and aroused. The deep, beautiful eyes of his master were as good as caresses on his heated skin, and laying there awaiting his master's pleasure...he shivered involuntarily, and Lord Uchiha's lips twitched in a small smile.
"Does the sight of me so please you, slave?" he asked, and the slave could only nod dumbly. The Lord chuckled and walked closer to the bed, sitting on the edge. The slave could feel his body roll slightly towards his master's.
"I can see that," he said, and skimmed his hand over the slave's hardening cock. The slave bit his lip and tried not to make a sound, but couldn't help wriggling and shifting as his master's hand gently, inexorably, rubbed him to full hardness. When he was as hard as a rock and gasping for air, his master wrapped his fist around his weeping length and squeezed gently - the slave made his first sound, a mewling cry.
"You DO like that," the master said, laughing, and let go. The slave mewled again, a pathetic, begging sound, and writhed ineffectually against the sheets. The way he was tied, there was no way he could touch himself, and his hips, thrusting best they could with tied legs, only met insubstantial air. Then the master was bending over him, tying something around his eyes - a strip of black satin, the same as the bedsheets now sliding against his bare back, shutting out all sight. The slave let out a confused but hopeful whimper.
There was a grinding sound, and the bars his ankles were bound to began to move - moving his legs with it, spreading his legs wide open and lifting them in the bargain. He could hear the soft sound of clothes being shed, and curses his blindfold - he wanted to see the master's naked body. And then the master's hand was on him again, squeezing in a gentle, slow rhythm, and he sobbed in relief, his hips arching off the bed....but all too soon the master's hand left again.
He felt his master crawling over him, naked skin brushing his, and began to breathe heavily as his master straddled his face. He could feel his master's erection against his chin, smell that intoxicating scent of his exitement. Eagerly, he licked at it.
"Oh, little slave," he heard his master growl. "You've learned well. Yes, do that - bring me pleasure with your hot little mouth." Eager more than obedient, he set to work, suckling at the very tip of his master's cock. He felt his wrists being freed, but did nothing but use his new freedom of movement to take more of his master into his mouth.
He felt something cool and slick being spread on his hand. "Slave," his master commanded in a husky voice, "do not stop what you are doing, but use this hand to prepare yourself for me."