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Chapter 5
Naruto and Sasuke's bedroom scene continues with disasterous if typical results, and the second confrontation with Sasuke goes even worse than the first. Hinata hoists the flags of battle!
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The Slave of Sound
Chapter 5
Impassive as ever, Naruto reached up and quickly and efficiently stripped Sasuke of his clothes, leaving his own on, as he’d not been commanded to do otherwise. When Sasuke demanded to be pleasured, that is what he expected. If his master wanted him naked, he would let him know.
And Sasuke did. “Take off your clothes.” The irritability in his master’s voice was easy to hear. Naruto rose to his knees and gracefully removed his garments, his every move and action a lesson in seduction. A faint smile graced his pale lips, and he shook out his unruly blonde hair as soon as the sheer dress was pulled from his head by graceful hands. “Yes, Master,” he whispered in a husky voice.
His slave’s easy willingness and apparent eagerness to please assuaged Sasuke’s abraded nerves, and he settled more deeply into the bed, his own small smile gracing his well shaped mouth. He smiled more fully when he felt Naruto slinking slowly up his body, maintaining as much of full body contact as possible. When Naruto’s petal soft lips found the sensitive hollow below his right ear, Sasuke sighed softly, tilting his head to the left and back, exposing more of his neck.
It was a slow, dreamy series of soft kisses, moist licks, and gentle nips following the curve of his throat to the crook of his neck, where the blonde lingered, sucking gently. He would leave a very faint mark, one that would fade within minutes. Naruto was not allowed to mark his master in any way. Sasuke was the one that did the marking, from livid purplish hickies, sluggishly bleeding bite imprints to an actual brand of the Uchiha fan on Naruto’s left shoulder blade.
One smooth, hairless thigh, made so by harsh chemical treatments early on in his captivity, inserted itself between Sasuke’s masculine thighs gently, a silken knee rubbing the underside of his balls ever so lightly, while one velvety soft hand trailed slowly down a quickening chest to gently tease a bronzed nipple. A hand that was followed wetly by a skilled mouth, that settled not on the nipple softly tweaked, but the other, neglected one. Sasuke groaned softly as his slave lightly worried that hardening nub between the gentlest of teeth.
Sasuke began to make a soft noise in the back of his throat as Naruto’s hand abandoned the nipple to move downwards once again, his mouth sliding moistly across a well developed if slender chest to anoint the first nipple with his breath and tongue.
“Naruto…” Sasuke breathed erratically, heart beginning to race, pulse pounding, “look at me.”
At his master’s command, Naruto ceased his ministrations and looked up into Sasuke’s eyes, those blue ones still cool and remote.
Sasuke’s arousal vanished like smoke on the breeze. His damn slave felt nothing out of this. Nothing! Rage changed the flush on his pale cheeks from excitement to fury, and he didn’t even begin to consider that he had started this sexual relationship with the younger man in violence and rape, and that to this date, he’d never even considered whether or not Naruto gained anything from their ‘encounters’. All he could see, at this moment in time, that once again, Naruto had completely broken, completely bent to Sasuke’s will; utterly, completely, and entirely. Until just recently, this had pleased Sasuke no end. Naruto was his.
But as of late, a vague feeling of dissatisfaction had begun to plague him, every time he even so much as looked at his blonde slave. And now, having seen Naruto’s complete lack of any reaction whatsoever towards his long lost kinsmen, Sasuke knew that what he had with his dobe was no longer enough.
How dare Naruto feel nothing when they made love! How dare his blonde be unmoved by his favors, his passion? HOW DARE HE!
Lost in a sudden vortex of rage and hurt and betrayal, not even caring that this was all of his own making, Sasuke viciously grabbed the blonde silken hair and yanked the younger man’s head back.
“So this is how you want it?” Sasuke snarled, his voice sheathed in silk, yet exuding menace. To his intense satisfaction, he saw Naruto’s eyes widen in fear. At least now, that damn slut was reacting to him. “So be it….”
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It was over three hours later before the Otokage left his chambers, making him twenty minutes late for the opening talks betwixt Sound and the Konoha/Suna coalition. He hadn’t bothered to shower or change after his little interlude with his slave, just wiped away the traces of blood, and smirked as he took his seat before his stony faced ex kinsmen. He knew he reeked of musk and a hint of copper, and for the first time, regretted that he’d never allowed Naruto to mark him during sex. Sporting a love bite or two would surely fuel the fire of their rage and pain.
And he was not disappointed. Though Konohamaru and Sakura were not in evidence, as Sakura was their medic, and not needed for these talks, and both Neji and Kakashi had agreed before hand that the boy had better remain with his countrywoman rather than be tempted to more acts of impetuous violence. They did not doubt for one second that if Konohamaru lost his head again, Sasuke would put him to death, and there would be nothing they could do about it. Those remaining were hard pressed themselves, with all the innuendos and provocative comments about their erstwhile missing kinsman to not follow Konohamaru’s earlier lead.
Less than an hour into their talks, the Otokage paused to summon Kabuto, three chairs down, to his side.
“These talks will last longer than anticipated,” Sasuke began, implying it was the emissaries’ fault instead of his own. “Go to my chambers and see to my dobe. I used him rather hard earlier. It’s not like he has the resources to heal himself anymore.”
Deathly silence greeted his words, even as Kabuto hurried away to obey, smirking all the while. The Konohans radiated barely repressed fury, and Gaara’s face was almost as red as his hair in his wrath.
Hinata had received every one of Sasuke’s little Naruto related digs and implications with a barely perceptible shrinking, and one would have thought this last, blatant remark would reduce her to trembling, stuttering tears, but that woman suddenly sat up straighter, and did not glance once at Neji, the leader of the talks, or Kakashi, his second.
“Exactly why are we here, Otokage-san?” She asked in a steely voice, the honorific bursting with tones of disdain.
Sasuke smirked, eyes gleaming at this unexpected interruption from the least likely candidate. “Why, to discuss negotiations with Konoha and Suna, of course.”
“As crafty and convincing as you may wish to be,” she resumed, eyes unwinking and rather unearthly in their hardness, “I beg to differ. In fact, I will go so far as to call you a liar, Uchiha Sasuke.”
The others looked at her so quickly they almost experienced whiplash, and though for a moment, Neji looked as if to interrupt, Gaara shook his head, watching his diminutive wife with eyes that were filled with confidence.
One of Sasuke’s aristocratic brows quirked, and he smiled coldly. “Liar? You go too far, Hyuuga.”
“I am a Sabaku now, Uchiha,” Hinata said stiffening slightly, “though no less proud of my Hyuuga heritage. And I was born, and will ever be a Konohan in my soul, though my heart now lies in the desert sands of Suna. A liar I call you, and a liar you are. You sicken me with your digs and slurs and games of depravity and candy coated hostility. Is it war you seek with us? For that is what you will find, if you continue on as you have begun.”
Sasuke sat back in his chair, steepling his fingers and smirked even wider if possible. “Surely you jest. Why would I seek war with the strongest nation in the land? One allied with another, almost equally powerful one, might I add?”
“Enough,” Hinata met his smirk with one of her own, impossible as that seemed. “You flaunt what you have done and continue to do with one of our own, seeking to goad us into some sort of retaliation. You are a traitor of the rankest sort, and have finally shown your true colors. Hide behind your fancy walls, and opulent lifestyles if you like, but you are a petty tyrant and no better than a slaver. I am sure your deceased family are rolling over in their graves with mortification at your so honorable actions.”
Fury flashed across Sasuke’s face and he almost leapt to his feet. Hinata, the sweet, gentle and shy Hinata had just insulted him, his honor, and indirectly, his family. Hinata!
Hinata stood slowly, looking down at him in derision. “You claim you want to begin a glorious new age, but all you have done is flaunt how you have degraded one of the finest men I have ever known. Naruto is one of us! Give him back. Or stop your lies and declare the war you so obviously covet.”
In the blink of an eye, Sasuke’s fury winked out, and a slow smirk graced his pale lips. His coal black eyes pierced Hinata’s aplomb, and it was all that woman could do to remain steadfast, and not fall into floundering and stuttering as she still was prone to do.
“So it’s to be you,” Sasuke said in almost a whisper, still unblinking. “Though, it’s surely not so surprising. But I would have thought…” He trailed away, and though his eyes never left Hinata, it was plain to see he was oblivious to them all.
“What the hell do you mean by that, Uchiha?” Gaara snarled, leaping up and placing one protective arm about his wife.
Gaara’s reaction finally snapped Neji out of his Hinata induced surprise. It was high time he took back control of this meeting. But deep down, he was bursting with pride.
Sasuke flicked his fingers dismissively. “Nothing of importance… Just that out of all you here, who is it that finally challenges me? Was it you, Kakashi? Filled with righteous indignation for what I’ve done to your ex student? No.”
He turned to Neji, to Shikamaru, to Kiba, cutting each of those men with his chilly gaze. “Was it any of you, with your proclamations of friendship and salvation… did any of you raise a voice to me?” Then Gaara caught the Uchiha’s cold eyes. “And you… who profess to love Naruto so much. Who pretends to love him so much you call out his name when you fuck your wife. What have you said and done during all this?”
Sasuke looked away. “Not a goddamned thing.”
Suddenly he stood up, and leveled all of them with his arctic glare. “Nothing… from any of you. And you call yourselves men. You leave it all up to a child to raise his hand against me. To a woman, the most timid of you all, to speak up against me. You sicken me. If this is all Konoha has to offer, perhaps Hinata is right. Perhaps it is war I will seek.”
And with that deadly comment, Sasuke swept regally from the room.
Chapter 5
Impassive as ever, Naruto reached up and quickly and efficiently stripped Sasuke of his clothes, leaving his own on, as he’d not been commanded to do otherwise. When Sasuke demanded to be pleasured, that is what he expected. If his master wanted him naked, he would let him know.
And Sasuke did. “Take off your clothes.” The irritability in his master’s voice was easy to hear. Naruto rose to his knees and gracefully removed his garments, his every move and action a lesson in seduction. A faint smile graced his pale lips, and he shook out his unruly blonde hair as soon as the sheer dress was pulled from his head by graceful hands. “Yes, Master,” he whispered in a husky voice.
His slave’s easy willingness and apparent eagerness to please assuaged Sasuke’s abraded nerves, and he settled more deeply into the bed, his own small smile gracing his well shaped mouth. He smiled more fully when he felt Naruto slinking slowly up his body, maintaining as much of full body contact as possible. When Naruto’s petal soft lips found the sensitive hollow below his right ear, Sasuke sighed softly, tilting his head to the left and back, exposing more of his neck.
It was a slow, dreamy series of soft kisses, moist licks, and gentle nips following the curve of his throat to the crook of his neck, where the blonde lingered, sucking gently. He would leave a very faint mark, one that would fade within minutes. Naruto was not allowed to mark his master in any way. Sasuke was the one that did the marking, from livid purplish hickies, sluggishly bleeding bite imprints to an actual brand of the Uchiha fan on Naruto’s left shoulder blade.
One smooth, hairless thigh, made so by harsh chemical treatments early on in his captivity, inserted itself between Sasuke’s masculine thighs gently, a silken knee rubbing the underside of his balls ever so lightly, while one velvety soft hand trailed slowly down a quickening chest to gently tease a bronzed nipple. A hand that was followed wetly by a skilled mouth, that settled not on the nipple softly tweaked, but the other, neglected one. Sasuke groaned softly as his slave lightly worried that hardening nub between the gentlest of teeth.
Sasuke began to make a soft noise in the back of his throat as Naruto’s hand abandoned the nipple to move downwards once again, his mouth sliding moistly across a well developed if slender chest to anoint the first nipple with his breath and tongue.
“Naruto…” Sasuke breathed erratically, heart beginning to race, pulse pounding, “look at me.”
At his master’s command, Naruto ceased his ministrations and looked up into Sasuke’s eyes, those blue ones still cool and remote.
Sasuke’s arousal vanished like smoke on the breeze. His damn slave felt nothing out of this. Nothing! Rage changed the flush on his pale cheeks from excitement to fury, and he didn’t even begin to consider that he had started this sexual relationship with the younger man in violence and rape, and that to this date, he’d never even considered whether or not Naruto gained anything from their ‘encounters’. All he could see, at this moment in time, that once again, Naruto had completely broken, completely bent to Sasuke’s will; utterly, completely, and entirely. Until just recently, this had pleased Sasuke no end. Naruto was his.
But as of late, a vague feeling of dissatisfaction had begun to plague him, every time he even so much as looked at his blonde slave. And now, having seen Naruto’s complete lack of any reaction whatsoever towards his long lost kinsmen, Sasuke knew that what he had with his dobe was no longer enough.
How dare Naruto feel nothing when they made love! How dare his blonde be unmoved by his favors, his passion? HOW DARE HE!
Lost in a sudden vortex of rage and hurt and betrayal, not even caring that this was all of his own making, Sasuke viciously grabbed the blonde silken hair and yanked the younger man’s head back.
“So this is how you want it?” Sasuke snarled, his voice sheathed in silk, yet exuding menace. To his intense satisfaction, he saw Naruto’s eyes widen in fear. At least now, that damn slut was reacting to him. “So be it….”
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It was over three hours later before the Otokage left his chambers, making him twenty minutes late for the opening talks betwixt Sound and the Konoha/Suna coalition. He hadn’t bothered to shower or change after his little interlude with his slave, just wiped away the traces of blood, and smirked as he took his seat before his stony faced ex kinsmen. He knew he reeked of musk and a hint of copper, and for the first time, regretted that he’d never allowed Naruto to mark him during sex. Sporting a love bite or two would surely fuel the fire of their rage and pain.
And he was not disappointed. Though Konohamaru and Sakura were not in evidence, as Sakura was their medic, and not needed for these talks, and both Neji and Kakashi had agreed before hand that the boy had better remain with his countrywoman rather than be tempted to more acts of impetuous violence. They did not doubt for one second that if Konohamaru lost his head again, Sasuke would put him to death, and there would be nothing they could do about it. Those remaining were hard pressed themselves, with all the innuendos and provocative comments about their erstwhile missing kinsman to not follow Konohamaru’s earlier lead.
Less than an hour into their talks, the Otokage paused to summon Kabuto, three chairs down, to his side.
“These talks will last longer than anticipated,” Sasuke began, implying it was the emissaries’ fault instead of his own. “Go to my chambers and see to my dobe. I used him rather hard earlier. It’s not like he has the resources to heal himself anymore.”
Deathly silence greeted his words, even as Kabuto hurried away to obey, smirking all the while. The Konohans radiated barely repressed fury, and Gaara’s face was almost as red as his hair in his wrath.
Hinata had received every one of Sasuke’s little Naruto related digs and implications with a barely perceptible shrinking, and one would have thought this last, blatant remark would reduce her to trembling, stuttering tears, but that woman suddenly sat up straighter, and did not glance once at Neji, the leader of the talks, or Kakashi, his second.
“Exactly why are we here, Otokage-san?” She asked in a steely voice, the honorific bursting with tones of disdain.
Sasuke smirked, eyes gleaming at this unexpected interruption from the least likely candidate. “Why, to discuss negotiations with Konoha and Suna, of course.”
“As crafty and convincing as you may wish to be,” she resumed, eyes unwinking and rather unearthly in their hardness, “I beg to differ. In fact, I will go so far as to call you a liar, Uchiha Sasuke.”
The others looked at her so quickly they almost experienced whiplash, and though for a moment, Neji looked as if to interrupt, Gaara shook his head, watching his diminutive wife with eyes that were filled with confidence.
One of Sasuke’s aristocratic brows quirked, and he smiled coldly. “Liar? You go too far, Hyuuga.”
“I am a Sabaku now, Uchiha,” Hinata said stiffening slightly, “though no less proud of my Hyuuga heritage. And I was born, and will ever be a Konohan in my soul, though my heart now lies in the desert sands of Suna. A liar I call you, and a liar you are. You sicken me with your digs and slurs and games of depravity and candy coated hostility. Is it war you seek with us? For that is what you will find, if you continue on as you have begun.”
Sasuke sat back in his chair, steepling his fingers and smirked even wider if possible. “Surely you jest. Why would I seek war with the strongest nation in the land? One allied with another, almost equally powerful one, might I add?”
“Enough,” Hinata met his smirk with one of her own, impossible as that seemed. “You flaunt what you have done and continue to do with one of our own, seeking to goad us into some sort of retaliation. You are a traitor of the rankest sort, and have finally shown your true colors. Hide behind your fancy walls, and opulent lifestyles if you like, but you are a petty tyrant and no better than a slaver. I am sure your deceased family are rolling over in their graves with mortification at your so honorable actions.”
Fury flashed across Sasuke’s face and he almost leapt to his feet. Hinata, the sweet, gentle and shy Hinata had just insulted him, his honor, and indirectly, his family. Hinata!
Hinata stood slowly, looking down at him in derision. “You claim you want to begin a glorious new age, but all you have done is flaunt how you have degraded one of the finest men I have ever known. Naruto is one of us! Give him back. Or stop your lies and declare the war you so obviously covet.”
In the blink of an eye, Sasuke’s fury winked out, and a slow smirk graced his pale lips. His coal black eyes pierced Hinata’s aplomb, and it was all that woman could do to remain steadfast, and not fall into floundering and stuttering as she still was prone to do.
“So it’s to be you,” Sasuke said in almost a whisper, still unblinking. “Though, it’s surely not so surprising. But I would have thought…” He trailed away, and though his eyes never left Hinata, it was plain to see he was oblivious to them all.
“What the hell do you mean by that, Uchiha?” Gaara snarled, leaping up and placing one protective arm about his wife.
Gaara’s reaction finally snapped Neji out of his Hinata induced surprise. It was high time he took back control of this meeting. But deep down, he was bursting with pride.
Sasuke flicked his fingers dismissively. “Nothing of importance… Just that out of all you here, who is it that finally challenges me? Was it you, Kakashi? Filled with righteous indignation for what I’ve done to your ex student? No.”
He turned to Neji, to Shikamaru, to Kiba, cutting each of those men with his chilly gaze. “Was it any of you, with your proclamations of friendship and salvation… did any of you raise a voice to me?” Then Gaara caught the Uchiha’s cold eyes. “And you… who profess to love Naruto so much. Who pretends to love him so much you call out his name when you fuck your wife. What have you said and done during all this?”
Sasuke looked away. “Not a goddamned thing.”
Suddenly he stood up, and leveled all of them with his arctic glare. “Nothing… from any of you. And you call yourselves men. You leave it all up to a child to raise his hand against me. To a woman, the most timid of you all, to speak up against me. You sicken me. If this is all Konoha has to offer, perhaps Hinata is right. Perhaps it is war I will seek.”
And with that deadly comment, Sasuke swept regally from the room.
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