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The Submissive Dominant	By : Daydreamer79 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 11740 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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I don’t own Naruto nor do I make money from it.

Warnings: See part one though nothing really bad in this chapter.

The Submissive Dominant

Part Four

There were no words to describe the feelings running amok through him, ripping and shredding all he thought was himself and replacing it with someone who couldn’t rally even the slights control. Sasuke felt some part of him was being ripped in two. He was lost on a sea of uncertainty and felt more alone than he ever had in his entire life.   He was no longer himself but someone else entirely–someone he wasn’t sure he liked.

Throughout nearly his entire life, he’d always held the strongest control over every aspect of his existence from his professional to his personal. He’d always been in control and now through a series of unforeseeable events, he felt that desperately clung to control float away as if he’d never possessed it all along.

Now he felt like a coward for avoiding the club and Naruto like the plague. Naruto wouldn’t approach him any more. The ball was in his court as the saying went. It was not a Dom’s way to chase after a submissive to the point of his actions being dictated by the sub.

His case was presented and that was the end of things. It was up to Sasuke to make the next move.

He was at a loss for what to do. He could leave things as they were and try to salvage his reputation. There were other clubs where he was unknown.

The problem came that something inside of him was forever changed. It frightened him for the simple reason that he wasn’t sure if Naruto changed him or if he was already in the process and meeting the other only served to expedite the process.

He knew practically nothing about the man other than he seemed well liked and obviously in Itachi’s confidence. Scenes aside, was he a good man or did he ignore his submissives until he wanted something? Would he take his partner on dates and trips or would he lock them away in an overbearing since of dominance?

There was so much to take into account that Sasuke couldn’t decipher him. It only added another level to his frustration. What would he do? Could he truly take the coward’s way out of his current situation? Itachi wouldn’t let him completely fade from their intimate community. He was his brother first and foremost, making him unavoidable for long stretches of time.

Sasuke’s eyes stared blindly forward, not seeing the blinking screen before him or hearing the door open. All he could seem to focus on was the fact he was hiding away to avoid being forced into a life altering decision.

“Sasuke.” Karin poked him in his arm, jarring him from his thoughts and into reality.

“What?” he snapped.

Judging from the shocked look on her face, perhaps he was a bit too harsh with his tone. It was only another sign of his hard earned control falling through his fingers like water. His temper was short and his patience even shorter. Those closest to him were the ones to suffer.

His personal disputes weren’t the only thing creating turmoil in his life. He was short handed in the kitchen and the new servers he’d hired were mucking up the orders like a backwaters diner. If things kept going at this rate he would be not only at a loss in his private life but professionally screwed as well.

He forced his face into a neutral mask though he was quite certain she knew he wasn‘t completely there. “What is it, Karin?”

“I thought you might like to address the servers before we open for dinner since…” she trailed off.

“Since lunch was a complete disaster?” Sasuke slammed his laptop closed with a loud snap. “Is that what you were going to say?”

She winced but nodded anxiously. “Sasuke…is there something wrong? I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Like what?” he snapped.

“Like this. You’ve always been so calm and collected. You always know what needs to be done and make sure everything runs smoothly. For the last few days, you’ve been like a different person completely.” She reached out to pat his shoulder only to receive a glare.

“Maybe if you were doing your job as my front of house, I wouldn’t have to address the staff,” he growled in response.

Her eyes went wide before she slapped him across his cheek. “I’ve been with you since before this place was even a glimmer of what it is today. During a time, I might add, when I wasn’t sure if my paycheck would bounce that week or not. Don’t you ever assume I’m not pulling my weight! The only person I can see who’s fucking up and being a dick wad is you.”

With that, she turned on her heel and stomped towards the door. Her hand grabbed the handle and swung it open with such a force, it slammed against the wall causing a bang loud enough to be heard throughout the entire establishment. She didn’t seem the least apologetic that she might have dented the wall…or the door.

“You…” She paused upon exit but seemed to think better on whatever thought roamed through her mind and continued from the office.

“Was there something else?” he snapped at her retreating back.

She froze, turning to level a glare break down the strongest man. “Yeah, Sasuke. Stop being a bastard and get your fucking act together. I don’t know what has happened to put you in this type of funk but get over it. Find someone to talk to if you need to but stop taking your personal frustrations out on us or you‘ll be out a lot more than a head chef and a few servers.”

“Is that a threat?” he snarled.

“It’s a fucking promise,” she hissed before storming out of the office and into the main portion of the restaurant.

Sasuke sat fuming. It would be so tempting to follow her out of the office and fire her on the spot. She wasn’t irreplaceable…or at least he liked to think she wasn’t. If he didn’t force himself to remain where he was, he probably would fire her. So he remained where he was in an attempt to garner some sort of control.

He sat quietly for several moments until the small spark of sanity washed over him, keeping him from following in a fit of anger. It wasn’t Karin he was angry at, nor was it the servers or the cooks. It wasn’t even Naruto, though he wished it was that easy to place blame on him.

Clenching his jaw, he grabbed his chef’s coat from where he’d thrown it across a chair and walked calmly towards the group of seven servers who stood nearly quaking in their shoes in the dining area. There was no doubt they’d heard the argument between him and Karin and feared they would be next on the chopping block.

Sasuke eyed their attire, gauging it for the standard required by all his employees before speaking. “Karin says you need encouragement from me. I think you’re looking to the wrong person. You shouldn’t need me to give you praise or critique. You should turn to the people who’ve been at this restaurant since the beginning. Karin, Kiba, and Ino. Those are the people you should look to for guidance. I cook. My focus should be on the food while yours should be on the diners. So stop looking to me and start taking advice. Those of you who aren’t fucking up, keep doing what you’re doing. Those of you who are…be aware that Karin is my eyes on the floor. Just because I don’t see you fuck up, doesn’t mean I can’t still fire you on her word.”

With those words, he stalked from the dining area and towards the kitchen. He needed to return to his areas of comfort–a kitchen being one of them. He could deal with anything said to him better when in this part of his restaurant.

Karin followed Sasuke as he made his way into the kitchen, her lips pulling down into a frown. “Was that your attempt at an apology? Because if it is, it sucks.”

Sasuke didn‘t even grace her with a look. “No.”

He pulled his knives from their place and began looking them over before turning to the simmering broth soon to be converted into a savory soup. When Karin didn’t leave, he turned his gaze to her. When she got like this, she was like a dog with a bone.

“What is it now? Do you actually want me to fire you?” he asked with annoyance.

She frowned but shook her head no. “I’ll make sure the floor runs smoothly.”

“Just don’t let it be like it was at lunch.” Sasuke lifted a hand to rub his throbbing temple.

She nodded and turned to leave. “What about the servers?”

“Just fire anyone who doesn’t measure up. I’ll back up your decision,” he said after tasting the broth.

“That’s the Sasuke I know and love.”

He snorted and returned to his preparations, accepting the prepared ingredients from his sous chef. At least in the kitchen he received some measure of relaxation. He’d always found cooking to be somewhat therapeutic. He could mediate on what he knew and felt without the emotions drowning him.

It allowed him to consider what Karin said. Not that he would ever admit to it her but she was right in some aspects of what she said. If he continued in his current direction, it would only lead into self-destruction.

He knew the root of his problem. He was torn between what he thought he was and what he was being pulled into.

He needed someone to talk to who would understand what he was going through, or at least be able to offer a listening ear and maybe some advice. The problem arising was due to his generally prickly personality, which wasn’t conductive for making lasting friendships. He didn’t have many he could call on for assistance–not for the type of advice he required.

Suigetsu was the closest friend but talking to him about his personal kinks wasn’t something he ever wanted to experience. If the other ever stopped laughing, the mood for discussing troubles revolving around his lifestyle would be lost.

There was no way he would go to Neji. He might not hold any ill feelings towards Shikamaru or Neji, but that didn‘t mean he wanted to air any newly developed tendencies with either of them present. It would be like getting slapped with an ‘I told you so’ to his face.

Growling to himself, he grabbed an onion from the pile and began chopping. It was really the job of his sous chef, but he needed some activity to keep his hands busy for his mind was spinning wildly. Keeping his kitchen running smoothly was troubling enough without thoughts of his personal life forcing their way into his thoughts.

And then the mental image of Naruto jumped to the forefront.

His chopping became more frantic and violent. He wanted to blame everything on Naruto. He’d turned his world upside down. Regardless of the outcome, nothing in Sasuke’s life would ever be the same. He was doomed, all because his eyes were blinded by brilliant blond hair and promising blue eyes. He’d allowed himself to become hypnotized by Naruto before ever speaking a word to him.

For Sasuke, it wasn’t just that Naruto was a complete Dom. It was that he completely overwhelmed him to a degree he‘d never felt. He couldn’t think or move or escape when caught in Naruto’s gaze. The man didn’t even have to touch him before he was practically spreading his legs like a two dollar whore–breaking for everyone to see.

The entire experience of Naruto felt like a force driving him away from all the things he was comfortable with and into a realm of complete insecurity. He couldn’t breathe under such a whirlwind force. It frightened him more than anything in his life. He couldn’t ground himself in Naruto’s presence.

Pain shot up his hand, but he ignored it under the assault of thoughts nonconductive of a healthy mindset. He was ruined. He was broken beyond repair and left on the ground like a used up toy.

“Oh my god, Chef!”

Sasuke blinked, turning his gaze to the chef working to his right. The man’s gaze was locked on Sasuke’s cutting board with concern.

Frowning, Sasuke dropped his gaze to see a deep slash across the underside of his index finger. Blood was dripping thickly onto the white onion, coloring it and the cutting board in a macabre sort of obscure pattern. In some circles it might even be considered art.

The pain was finally registering, forcing him to clench his jaw to keep from crying out. It hurt like a bitch.

Stupid.

He couldn’t believe he’d made such an amateurish mistake like not focusing on his work. It had been years since he’d cut himself to such a degree. He’d allowed his distracted thoughts to wander too far,

“Fuck.”

“That looks almost to the bone,” commented one of his chefs.

The man took a first aid kit from a closet and began to wrap gauze around the injured digit. “You should go to the emergency room. You’ll definitely need stitches.”

Sasuke shook his head. “I can’t. We open for dinner in twenty minutes.”

“We can handle this place. Even without Suigetsu and you, we can hold down the fort. These guys have been working in this kitchen for a while. We know what to do,” said Karin from the doorway to the dining area.

“I’m not going,” he argued petulantly, only to be ignored by the entire kitchen staff and Karin.

“Hey…you, new guy. Get in here,” she called to one of the newly hired servers before turning to Sasuke. “You’re going to get yourself stitched up and that’s that.”

“This is my kitchen, damn it!” snarled Sasuke to no avail.

Karin released a snort and gestured for the server to follow her as she led Sasuke towards the backdoor. “Just let Lee take you to the doctor. The sooner you get that patched up, the sooner you can get back to being your broody self. Don’t worry. He’s one of the shitty ones.”

“I’m so comforted,” muttered Sasuke.

The server named Lee trotted quickly up to Karin and Sasuke. “Yes ma’am?”

Sasuke eyed the young man. He was probably the ugliest man he’d ever seen with his bowl cut black hair, thick brows, and round face. If looks were a determinant of success as a server in his restaurant, this man wouldn’t have even made it past the application.

“You’re to drive Sasuke to the emergency room. He cut his finger. Don’t worry; you’re still on the clock.” She smiled at the young man. “Just take care of him for us.”

“I will!” Lee grabbed Sasuke’s arm as if to brace him.

“My finger is injured, not my legs,” snapped Sasuke.

Karin pointed to the door. “Just get him out of here before dinner starts. We’ll never get him stitched up if that happens.”

“You can count on me!” yelled the man as he led Sasuke towards the ugliest green car he’d ever seen.

oOo

His temper, which was already on a short fuse from his personal issues, was put to the test over the next several hours. There was the over exuberance of his server. Then, the wait in the emergency room made him glad he hadn‘t cut off the finger. Apparently even if there were only two people in the waiting room, the standard wait was still three hours.

Finally after surviving the four stitches and warnings on how to keep the injury clean, he was free to leave with his patience nearly at its end. It was all he could do not to fire the man on the spot to just to satisfy at least some of the need to kill something.

“Should I take you back to the restaurant? Or I could take you home?”

Sasuke rubbed his eyes. He didn’t want to go home but he didn’t think he could deal with the various personalities in the restaurant.

“Chef?”

Sasuke rubbed his temple with his uninjured hand. “2805 East Marshal Street.

“Right!” acknowledged Lee as he maneuvered the horrendous green vehicle through the lanes of traffic.

Karin said he needed to talk to someone. Who better than his brother’s wife? Granted, he wasn’t quite certain of the ins and outs of their relationship but she had to at least be somewhat open to certain things. He knew she was aware of his brother’s kinks and had made it known, however passively, that public exhibitions by Itachi were finished. Putting her foot down in such a way didn’t really allocate if she and Itachi dabbled in the arena of bondage. His brother wouldn’t marry a woman only to have a vanilla relationship with her…would he?

“We’re here. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Wide, anxious to please eyes stared at Sasuke with an almost hero worship gaze.

“Why are you working at my restaurant, Lee?” he blurted out.

Lee blinked innocently at him. “I’m in culinary school. I want to learn from the best.”

Sasuke heaved a sigh. “The way to learn from the best isn’t serving.”

He felt guilty for firing the man after he’d been so patiently assisting him this evening.   Even through all his personal turmoil, he wouldn’t let a good deed go unpunished.

“I’m firing you, Lee. But I’m going to call a friend of mine who is looking for a line cook in his kitchen. I’m sure you and Gai will hit it off great. I would offer you a place in my kitchen, but once Suigetsu comes back, we’ll be full.” Sasuke saw the other’s eyes water, making him feel even guiltier. “Don’t cry. You just aren’t suited for serving.”

“I’m…honored that you would see to my future employment even after leaving yours,” sobbed Lee.

“Just go to the Green Turtle tomorrow. Tell Gai I sent you as a culinary student with potential.” Not that he would need the reference.   Gai would probably take one look at the boy and hire him on the spot.

“Thank you , Chef.”

Sasuke grunted and exited the car. The cool air sent a chill through him. All he had to do was take a few steps to enter the building.

That was the problem. Those steps seemed more akin to climbing a mountain than walking a path.

“Sasuke?”

Talk about coincidences. Sasuke turned to see Itachi’s wife, Hinata standing several feet from him. That was one way to do it, he supposed.

“Itachi’s at the club.”

Sasuke nodded. “I know.”

Her eyes dropped to his bandaged hand. “You’re hurt.”

“Just a cut from work. I’m fine. I was wondering if I could speak with you.”

He internally winced at himself. He sounded like a little lost boy looking for his mother.

Hinata blinked a few times before gesturing to the door. “Do you want to come upstairs?”

Sasuke nodded and followed her silently to the waiting elevator. He didn’t speak and she didn’t pry…at least not yet. He was sure she would soon have more than enough to say but was wise to keep silent until they reached the apartment.

After their coats were settled on the rack and a pot of tea set between them, she laid a hand on her round stomach with a sigh. “I was craving Chinese food but I hate take out. With Itachi at the club, I couldn’t very well send him out to bring me what I wanted. I think this little guy is going to have a wide palette when he comes into the world.”

Sasuke grunted, sipping his tea and fighting the urge to flee as quickly as he could. He couldn’t do it. He thought he might be able to confide in her but he couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t know where to start.

“Sasuke, did you come here for a reason?” she asked.

He looked her over. She didn’t look like someone who might be found dressed in leather at Hell. He’d never seen her there or been given any reason to assume she was anything but an average woman. He joked about her being Itachi’s Dom, but now he seriously needed to know.

“Sasuke?”

“You and Itachi…how?” God, it was harder than he’d thought.

“Yes?”

Sasuke swallowed his tea before speaking. “What is your relationship with my brother?”

She blinked several times before peals of laughter erupted from her. “Doesn’t my condition explain my relationship with Itachi?”

He was making a muck out of this. Any moment Itachi was going to walk through the front door and laugh hysterically at his predicament. It was a nightmare.

Her laughter died when she saw his face. “Sasuke, what’s wrong?”

“I know I shouldn’t ask this but you have to know about Itachi. He owns one of the most elite bondage clubs in the city.”

“Ah…I see. You want to know if I play submissive to his dominant,” she inferred calmly. “Might I ask why you want to know?”

He opened his mouth, only to have his throat close up behind him. He took a few breaths and a sip of tea in hopes he could utter at least some of his situation to her.

Seeing his difficulty, she eased up from the sofa and pulled a chair to his side. “Sasuke, tell me what’s happened.”

“I met a Dom.”

Those four words held an entire story in them. He didn’t have to say anything more. The understanding flashing across her face gave him pause to wonder just how much she knew about his lifestyle.

“You know, you’re a lot like Itachi. You put up a good front but in the end you want to be dominated.” She sat back and reached for her cup. “I’ve never been one for public displays. I’ve always felt bedroom games should be confined to the privacy of one’s home. In my eyes, it makes them carry more meaning. When I met Itachi, I knew right away that I wanted him.”

“You…” Sasuke’s eyes went wide. “No way.”

“Itachi took some wearing down.” She patted her stomach fondly. “I don’t go to the club because he has an image to uphold.   I don’t play publicly with my subs, anyway. I never have. Neji introduced me to Itachi in hopes he would present me with some submissives who would want a private relationship.”

Sasuke was floored. Hinata…sweet little Hinata was Dom to Itachi’s sub? Was such a thing possible?

“Don’t be so shocked. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. I must say Itachi had a quite spectacular fall.”

Hinata’s eyes took on a particularly intense glaze, sending shivers down Sasuke’s spine. The one look made him believe every word coming from her lips. He’d always thought the way Itachi jumped to do her bidding was simply because he doted on her. With this new information, Itachi’s actions took on an entirely new meaning.

“Why don’t you tell me about your Dom?” she asked.

“He’s not mine.” Sasuke gritted his teeth to keep from snapping. “He’s overbearing and unrepentant. He doesn’t seem to realize that I’m…”

“Are you?” she interrupted.

Sasuke paused, uncertainly. “What?”

She smiled neutrally. “Are you so sure you’re a dominant? I mean, you could be a switch and simply never allowed yourself to even consider that part of your personality. That’s why you’re fighting it so hard. That’s why you’re upset. Itachi told me how your father was. Any visible sign of weakness was something to be beaten out of you. To some people, submission is taking on the weaker role but I would have thought you would know better.”

“I don’t like being forced into something…” he trailed off.

“Sometimes it’s the only way. You’ve had partners who needed that little extra push to fully fall into subspace…every Dom has. Your Dom might look at you that way. He might see you as on the edge, simply needing that little nudge. Like I said, you are like Itachi. Have you ever considered letting go and falling?”

“I can’t…”

There was no way…she couldn’t understand what he was feeling. Now knowing her relationship with Itachi, it made him extremely nervous. He could feel her dominant energy. It surprised him because he’d never realized it before.

Hinata sighed and patted his shoulder. “Yes, you can. Perhaps you’ve finally met the one person who can dominate you. He can give you what you’ve wanted and needed since you were a boy. If it is affecting you this badly, then it’s obviously what you want but you don’t want to want it. Let go, Sasuke. At the very least talk to the man.”

She made a good point by encouraging him to talk with Naruto, but as with his earlier thoughts, fear held him back. What if he was unable to resist Naruto? What if he fell once again into Naruto’s dominating presence?

“You’re worrying yourself. Don’t you want to know for sure if you’re a switch? Contrary to your father’s belief, there is no shame in submitting.” She smirked at Sasuke. “I submit to Itachi from time to time. We understand each other has certain needs and rise to meet them.”

“What if I can’t?”

“It’s your fear that is holding you back. If you can’t, then tell him so and find someone who makes you happy. You’re my brother and I want you happy first and foremost.” Hinata wrapped her arms around Sasuke’s shoulders.

“I can’t believe Itachi’s your submissive,” said Sasuke after a pause.

Hinata smirked. “It’s a shame you’ll never see it. He makes a wonder sub. He has quite the masochistic nature.”

Sasuke snorted loudly. That he could believe. A sadist and a masochist all rolled up into one man. If it was possible, he could almost see Itachi dominating and submitting to himself.

“What are you going to do about your Dom?”

Sasuke frowned at the question. “He’s not my Dom and…I don’t know.”

“You’ll figure it out.” She smiled, standing as he did. “You should come over for dinner one night. I’m really anxious to have you cook for us again.”

Sasuke shook his head at the woman. “You only want me around to cook for you.”

“What good is having a chef in the family if he doesn’t cook for us on occasion?” she chuckled.

“Thank you for listening to me, Hinata.” He didn’t want to admit it, but it had helped to a degree. If anything, it gave him some perspective.

“Any time, Sasuke.”

oOo

The entire cab ride home, his thoughts swirled with what he should do. He might have several different perspectives to think on, but it didn’t make a decision any easier. If anything, it made things more complicated.

His past wasn’t the most conductive for submitting. Even now, some part of his nature balked at the thought while another thrilled at the mental image of Naruto truly putting him through his paces. His very being was at war with himself.

It needed to end. One way or another, this civil war of his mind needed to stop. It irked him because there was only one sure way to make sure it ended.

Heaving a sigh, he grabbed his cell and hit a number he’d programmed in long ago. He prayed he wasn’t making a mistake but something had to be done. Talking was fine and helped him sort through his insecurities but it didn’t accomplish anything.

“Hello?”

Sasuke swallowed upon hearing his brother’s voice. “Itachi…could you give a message to Naruto, for me?”

“Oh?” He could practically hear Itachi’s interest in his statement.

“Yeah…tell him to join me for dinner at my place tomorrow at six. I think he and I need to do some talking.”

His home would provide him with the security to say what he need to say…of which he wasn’t sure what it was yet.

“I’ll relay the message. Hinata called.”

Sasuke winced, hoping she hadn’t completely revealed the entirety of their conversation. He didn’t want to deal with his brother’s sadistic nature right now.

“She said you’re going to come over once your finger is healed and cook for us,” he purred into the phone.

There was so much hidden in those words, but Sasuke was simply thankful Itachi didn’t choose to extrapolate more on the known. He could only deal with one thing at a time.

“Just relay the message to Naruto.” Sasuke hung up before Itachi could speak more on the issue. “Fuck. What am I going to do?”

AN:I feel guilty about making you guys wait but I have stuff on a triage system and this chapter didn't really come up to the top of the list no matter how much I love it.

I apologize that even after the long wait you don't get any Naru/Sasu interaction. I do apologize but this was something that Sasuke needed to do first. Before there can be any real interaction between the two, Sasuke has to come to terms with himself. If Naruto kept at him, it would come off as almost an abusive or forced relationship with Sasuke not really wanting to be there but is forced to be so.

The next chapter is going to be almost completely NaruSasu interaction so I hope that will make up for this chapter. Thank you guys for all the support and even the occassional poke asking about this story.

Happy Valentine's Day.
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