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Itachi felt his robes billow. There was no mistaking the chakra. Pein, Sasori, and Deidara were nearing the walls of the Village Hidden in the Leaf. Gaara nodded at Itachi, taking a deep breath, the epitome of calm. Sasori would accept nothing less. Looking to his right, Itachi saw his baby bother and all his future happiness in a fidgeting bundle of nerves. “Naruto. It’s only Pein, you have taken him before. This is nothing compared to proving you were ready to leave the school.” His words seemed to calm Naruto enough that he was on mildly fidgeting when the three Akatsuki exited the cart.
As Deidara exited the coach that they’d taken to make the trip, Itachi’s grip on Naruto tightened and then he turned back. “Master Pein, in light of my brother’s temporary collaring of your jinjuriki, the Uchiha have had a private cottage set aside for you which connects to our main house. We would be most honored if you would stay with us.” Pein looked over Itachi and then to Naruto. His eyes softened before he spoke.
“It would be lovely to stay with you Itachi. I’m sure the Uchiha are most welcoming.” Both dominants pretended not to hear Deidara’s snort.
The blond grew more and more agitated as he was ignored by the raven haired dominant. His dominant. Deidara had claimed Itachi back when he was just a youth. Itachi, Sasori and Kisame had all come to collect the blond artist for training but Itachi had been the one to subdue him into agreeing. Deidara had promised not to settle for anyone other than Itachi. However, fear had gripped him tightly when the time had come. After training with each of the different Master’s of the Akatsuki, the beautiful blond had been offered a position teaching at the pleasure house. He’d taken it and the Akatsuki collar because it had kept him close to Itachi more than out of a desire to stay. The day Itachi had left to return to the fold of his clan, Deidara had watched in shock as he was left behind in the bedroom they shared, now half empty.
For a while, the submissive had gone slightly mad. Hurt, angry and lashing out at anyone who came near him. Pein had ordered everyone to leave him until Deidara came out of it on his own but Sasori never really listened to their Leader and he invaded the sanctuary that was the artist’s studio. He’d taken the younger man in hand and refused to let him go, even when Itachi had come for what he’d left behind. Had Deidara not intervened and told the Uchiha heir that he would not wear an Uchiha collar, the two dominants would have come to bloody blows over him.
Just saying those words had broken pieces of Deidara he hadn’t known were left to break. Now, he hadn’t been in Sasori’s bed for months and he had removed his Akatsuki collar when Pein offered to bring him to Konoha with the two dominants. Itachi had swallowed his pride and come back for him. The brash submissive looked away from his Dominant and locked eyes with Naruto. He felt bolstered when Naruto nodded encouragingly.
Swallowing, the long haired blond moved away from the safety behind Pein and Sasori to stand before Itachi. Licking his suddenly dry lips, a trembling hand reached up for Itachi’s cold face. He hissed when the firm smack of flesh hitting flesh cracked and Itachi gripped his wrist in a tight fist. Hard, furious eyes glared down into wide blue. “Who gave you permission to touch, Boy?”
Deidara scowled and yanked his hand back. He fucking hated being called ‘boy’.”I am NOT a dog Itachi, do not call me boy. I’ve come to collect something of mine you have.”
The beautiful planes of the pale Uchiha countenance were impassive except for a single raised brow. “What could I possibly have of yours?” Itachi waited for some ridiculous drivel, imagining Deidara, the ever dramatic man he was, to gush ‘my heart’ or something equaling disturbing.
“You have my collar you asshole.” Deidara crossed his arms, a petulant pout on his face. Both Naruto and Gaara turned to eye their sensei in complete shock. Surely he didn’t think he could demand a collar from Itachi Uchiha in the center of a street. “I want it now.” Looking up through the thickness of his bangs Deidara whispered, “Please Master Itachi, don’t make me beg.”
The two young submissives felt their jaws drop as one of the most severe Dominants in their pleasure house pulled the demanding submissive sensei into his arms for a fevered kiss. Only because of Naruto’s heightened hearing did he hear Itachi’s words, “I’m going to collar you and then I am going to make you bleed for the pain you’ve caused me.” All three submissives shuddered at the tone.
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Naruto looked over at Sasuke before asking for the twelfth time within the same minute. “You sure you’re ready?”
“Naruto, enough. Do you trust me? Then stop the incessant questioning. I can handle myself with your Pleasure Master.” Sasuke finally snapped, hand moving up to squeeze the back of Naruto’s neck for effect. “I’ll leash you if you don’t calm the fuck down.” Sasuke glared around the guest house sitting room. They’d been waiting for almost ten minutes and this was quickly devolving from power game to rudeness. Sasuke hated when people were rude.
When the doors slid open and the tall pierced man came through them from the back of the house, Sasuke raised a brow at his dress. There was no way those robes could be comfortable in the stifling summer heat. The orange haired man didn’t acknowledge Sasuke but instead moved to Naruto. His hand stilled only a hairs breath from Naruto’s beautifully shocked face, the ring of a deadly katana blade leaving its sheath still ringing in the air. A single drop of blood hit the sharp edge, running down its glinting steel.
“In my Pleasure House, touching another man’s submissive is grounds for losing your head. But I’m happy to take your hand out of respect for Naruto’s feelings.” Sasuke’s voice was low and his tone as deadly as the blade in his hands. The two dominant’s eyes locked in a battle of wills but Pein’s hand fell away and he stepped back. Sasuke lowered his katana but did not put it away. “I’ll be long dead before another Dominant lays a hand on him.” The youngest Uchiha told the older man.
“I thought your contract was for a year.” Pein raised a pierced brow in question. Naruto scowled, he was kneeling on a pillow being talked around by Dominants. He hated this part of submission. It was so fucking stupid. He hated any Dominant who held the opinion that subs should be seen and not heard, he wasn’t a child. Shifting in an attempt to gain attention, he scowled because the action simply had Sasuke’s hand back at the nape of his collared neck, but gained him no other attention from either of the men.
“For now it is a year.” Sasuke didn’t dare look at Naruto. He could feel the irritation radiating off of him but he could not show weakness in front of this man. He hoped his wild submissive would understand. “But I’ll fight to keep him for the rest of my life. Naruto is mine.” He felt the blond still and stiffen. Sasuke allowed a fleeting moment of self doubt to grip him before he stomped it out.
“I see. You’re marked very interestingly.” Pein nodded toward the snake winding its way up Sasuke’s arm. “He’s marked you his heir. The House of Sound is not exactly respected.”
“I earned the markings I bare but that doesn’t mean I’m going to accept the offer. I’m an Uchiha, this is where I belong,” Sasuke snapped. His relationship with that sick fuck he’d gone off to train with was not something he even spoke about with his own father. “That is not an open topic for discussion.”
“It wouldn’t be. If I find out you’ve hurt him in any way, I’ll bring the full fury of Akatsuki down on your overly pretty head, Boy.” Pein growled the warning, finally meeting Naruto’s eyes. “I would speak to Naruto in private. Please, Master Uchiha.”
Sasuke flinched at being called Boy then blinked at the respectful tone. He was pretty sure the leader of the Akatsuki Pleasure House had split personalities and possibly some serious anger issues. Looking at Naruto, Sasuke asked, “Do you want to be alone with him?”
“Please, it’s ok. I promise.” Naruto whispered, finally standing now that he’d been acknowledged. He was totally bitching them both out for that little Dominant pissing contest. Stepping back, Sasuke gave a deep bow then left the teacher and student alone.
Opening his arms, Pein relaxed and sighed. “Come here. I haven’t seen you since you were just a child.” Naruto flew into his arms, hugging Pein tightly. “You’ve grown into a beautiful man. My collar would be much prettier I promise.”
Naruto had tears in his eyes and laughed. “You’d never let me be a ninja and I couldn’t satisfy your needs. Only he can do that.” Stepping back Naruto gave a watery smile.
“Tell me you love him and didn’t take this collar so you could remain a ninja.” Pein asked, leading Naruto to a set of chairs.
Shaking his head Naruto sighed, “I can’t tell you that. But I wanted him before he offered me his collar. I think I’d have taken it at some point with or without the law. The law just moved up the time table. He pleases me in a way I didn’t know existed.”
Chuckling, Pein shook his head. “Uchiha mate for life. You should be very careful, that one has a short fuse. He’s nothing like his brother.”
“No shit.” Naruto snorted, smiling when his response made his Pleasure Master laugh.
“Don’t let anyone change you Naruto.” Reaching out he caressed the tattooed whiskers. “Remember, we will kill to protect you no matter who the threat is.”
The words caused Naruto’s heart to clench painfully in his chest. There were far too many people these days willing to die to protect him. “I can protect myself. I’m a capable ninja.”
“You’re a force of nature but you love so unreservedly it is very dangerous to your soul.” Pein sighed, still surprised by the blond Jinjuriki. “I approve of your Dominant. He can be quite scary and I believe he can protect you from whatever comes.”
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Sasori was enjoying himself quite a bit. He was seated on a stack of floor pillows holding court with Hiashi Hyuuga and being served tea by a pretty little geisha. Gaara knelt to his right and the Hyuuga heir sat beside his Uncle with fury in his eyes and a tick in his cheek. He was only holding himself together by sheer willpower. This was vastly amusing to Sasori. He returned his attention to the Lord Hyuuga. “Forgive me Lord Hyuuga, I missed that.”
“I said we are honored and pleased at Jinjuriki Gaara’s agreement to marry into our family.” Hiashi’s tone sharpened. He was not used to being ignored or to repeating himself.
“Yes, well we haven’t decided that he will be yet, have we?” A sly smile curved Sasori’s face even as his hand curled around Gaara’s neck, fingers splaying across the front of the collarless throat. Gaara would get his collar at the wedding ceremony later that night.
Stiffening in indignation, Hiashi felt Neji’s goodwill snapping. He’d had enough. “No Master Sasori, it HAS been decided. The papers have been signed by all parties, heads of families, and the Hokage’s of each Village. This is a formality. Do not misread this for anything other then what it is, respect for your position as Gaara’s Pleasure Master and your place in the House Akatsuki. Tonight at the moon’s rise, that young man will be Hyuuga Neji’s spouse and submissive.” Standing, Hiashi bowed. “Hinata, take Gaara to the baths in preparation for tonight. I believe the dominants need to have a discussion.”
“Hai.” Gracefully gliding to her feet, Hinata and Gaara turned as one but she stilled when Neji reached out and kissed Gaara’s knuckles.
“I will devote my life to worshipping him. I know you worry that this is a political match Master Sasori, but I assure you I have fallen very much in love with your disciple.” Neji looked directly into the black rimmed green eyes and relaxed as they filled with unshed tears. Perhaps the older redhead knew what he was doing after all. He’d forced Neji to both voice his feelings and seemingly reassure his submissive.
“Hn… go prepare for your collaring ceremony Gaara no Sabaku,” Sasori ordered, a wicked smile on his face. As the doors slid closed, Gaara groaned when he heard his Pleasure Master’s voice. “Let us talk Submissive Price. I assume you will be making an appropriate donation to his Pleasure House?”
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“I will honor and obey my Master. I will fulfill his desires. I will protect my life to ensure he never need worry for my safety. I will die before I allow another to touch me without his consent.” Green eyes looked up into loving lavender as Gaara’s voice carried his oath to his Dominant loud and clear. The moon was full and high. The entire clan watching as well as honored guests. “I will bear and raise our children to honor their father and family name. I beg of you to accept my submission and life.” Looking at the planks beneath them, Gaara knelt before Neji.
Gaara was completely bare. Not a stitch of clothing and Neji only wore white linen drawstring pants. He tipped the sweet face of his gentle submissive up to look at him. “I will protect you and your honor with my life. I will give you children to fill our home with laughter and love. I will honor your submission every day of my life. In this life and the next, I will keep only to you. I swear to you Gaara my fidelity.” He wrapped the jeweled collar around Gaara’s neck to a series of gasps. No Dominant publicly swore fidelity. These days more than not, Fidelity was at the discretion of the Dominant but these oaths were sworn and documented, added to the contracts and witnessed by the entire crowd. Should Neji break his oath, he would be put to death. “I am honored to accept your submission, My Gaara.” Rough fingers linked with the larger ones still touching the cold metal of the collar on his throat. Tears rolled down the cheeks of the jinjuriki as the Hokage presented them to the onlookers. Neji leaned down, kissing Gaara deeply and swept him into strong arms. Neither said a word. Neji carried him away from the cheering crowd and Gaara hid his blush in his husband’s neck.

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