Rubber Duckie Time.
Who: Kabuto & Itachi
When: Post-Auction, Thursday Evening
What: Kabuto wants to groom his new "pet".
Why: He's kind of fucking weird, okay?
Where: Sasuke's apartment/bathroom.
Status: ONGOING.
( Nothing to see here, just bathing my pet. )
When: Post-Auction, Thursday Evening
What: Kabuto wants to groom his new "pet".
Why: He's kind of fucking weird, okay?
Where: Sasuke's apartment/bathroom.
Status: ONGOING.
( Nothing to see here, just bathing my pet. )
Kabuto had bought him as a slave.
That sly fox had bought him as a slave
He had bought him as a slave.
With that thought swirling in his mind ever since he got the results of the auction, he wasn’t even able to get a decent amount of sleep. Itachi would have bought himself so that he wouldn’t be subjected to such forms of, degradation if given a choice. But his assistant had called from Japan seeking his advice over certain decisions and that allowed Kabuto, Yakushi Kabuto, to purchase him for a week.
His sovereignty violated for a week.
As if his life wasn’t confined enough by certain things he had to do.
It was weird in a sense. Itachi had met the richest persons and the cruelest persons and was never deterred by them. But his Kabuto was making him jittery somewhat because he had no aim, no motive, just whims. Whims that could not be explained by logic. Unlike all the logical people that Itachi was used to dealing with. And yet that man was deadly smart - proven by their prior encounter.
Deadly smart and deadly whimsical.
What a combination.
And he was totally in the mercy to whatever psychotic nonsense Kabuto wanted him to do.
The way the door was being tapped - the whimsical rhythm would only signify one person. That one person.
Grudgingly, he turned the knob of the door to answer the door (Sasuke, his own slave, was out for chores and therefore unavailable for door opening duty), determined not to show his anxiety to the cheeky looking Kabuto.
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He understood quite well that Itachi didn't like this and wouldn't like this-- this offense to his dignity and autonomy-- and as a result, Kabuto was a little curious as to how far he could actually take things before he felt resistance.
He was also aware that any "submission" he received was actually just an expression of pride.
Kabuto didn't mind. He'd take what he could get.
And try not to pick at Itachi as much as he picked at Sasuke. Pushing the younger was a game. Pushing the elder could be dangerous.
"If Sasuke's home, then you might want to send him out for the evening." Kabuto pushed his way into the apartment, one hand on the door as he stepped into Itachi's personal space. My, that felt familiar, and the physical reminder, the memory, suddenly reminded him exactly why he'd dropped fifty-five thousand dollars for this privilege. "For his own benefit, that is."
He kicked off his sandals before he was even properly inside and gawked appreciatively at the place. So much nicer and larger than his apartment...
And for the moment, it was his. Excellent.
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He dropped the prefix.
Not a good sign.
Itachi narrowed his eyes slightly at how Kabuto kicked his sandals messily across and decided that he would keep that neat streak in check today - not that complaining would do anything to the situation to his new “master”, goodness even the sound of the word made Itachi nauseous.
“Sasuke is doing some chores for me outside,” he answered offhandedly.
Seriously, what on earth did Kabuto want to do with him? Did he want some form of revenge from the other time? Did he want more things for him? Or was he going to play the Uchiha like some toy he purchased from the shop.
Uncertainty is unsettling.
“What do you want to do?” He said, keeping his face straight while trying hard not to show his somewhat jitteriness.
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And probably driving Itachi crazy.
Quietly crazy, of course.
Kabuto ran his fingers across the spotless kitchen counters and then started absently opening and closing cupboards. He wasn't really looking for anything at first; he was just fidgeting and being invasive. Then he brightened as a new idea hit.
"Hey, Itachi? You should pour us some wine if you've got any." He paused, then added, "The good stuff, please. Don't hold out on me. If you don't have wine, then anything with a percentage will be fine. Scotch, or something."
Kabuto grinned and laced his fingers together for a long stretch, sighing contentedly as his back popped. He shifted the duffel on his shoulder back into place. "Two glasses," he specified. "One for you, too. And let's take them elsewhere... Hm. Like the bathroom."
That was just a alarmingly weird request no matter what the circumstances. If Itachi wasn't rattled before, Kabuto expected he would be by that.
"And that was..." He started peeking around doorways again. Nope, that was Sasuke's room. Heh! "Over here?" Second time's the charm. "Perfect."
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Dust.
Itachi was having a hard time trying to keep his neat freak genes in check. The way Kabuto was prodding everything with that oh-so-fake gawking expression was driving Itachi mad. Who on earth came out with the slave auction thing anyway? He would have to detoxify the whole house when Kabuto left which was… a long long time later.
He is trying to piss you off.
He wants to see you out of control.
His mind spun to try to calm himself as he went to get one of his vintages. Though his rationality was trying to knock some sense into him, the annoyance still remained. Not to mention a very bad feeling about what he thought Kabuto as going to do. Bathtub and wine as a combination didn’t have too many other uses. He was reduced to thinking how Sasuke was going to react to Kabuto’s poking around. Probably be very annoyed and very vocal about that. That face of his actually did put a slight smile on his face. It was amazing how the thought of his brother actually calmed him down. Holding the wine from the mini bar with his left hand and two wine glasses on his right with his fingers, he returned to Kabuto - who was still intentionally being an irritant.
“Are vintages good enough for your taste?”
He didn’t even bother to hide his tone under his usual façade of emotionless.
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He's handling this well. Not that that was surprising. It would take more than a little irritation to push Itachi to the wall.
Kabuto dropped his bag on the floor in order to ruffle through stacks of towels; he pulled out a few to pile by the bathtub, then started picking up bottles of product to examine the labels. He'd brought some of his own choices with him, based on an arcane selection process that took into consideration everything from price to scent to contents, but using familiar things would probably make Itachi more comfortable-- that, and he did have excellent taste. It was hard to find anything better than some of the stuff he already used.
He unscrewed the top of one bottle-- aftershave, he noted-- and sniffed it like it was fine brandy. Patchouli, vetiver, red civet musk, overtones of citrus... Very nice.
He glanced up at Itachi with a wicked little smile, then slowly screwed the cap back on the bottle without dropping his eyes. "Could you start a bath running, please?" he asked. He hopped up to sit on the edge of the vanity. "Fill it up. Nice and hot."
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Upon entering the bathroom, in which Kabuto was poking around (seriously, what was that interesting about that sink), he set the wine and wine glasses to a side corner but approaching Kabuto again. Better to keep close to that sly fox in case he tried something funny was Itachi’s desperate strategy. He totally didn’t like this keep-itachi-guessing game that Kabuto was trying to play. But it was slave week, which meant that he had no choice but to play along. He could literally see Kabuto’s grin getting wider and wider by the minute as he trampled around Itachi’s private space.
Now he was opening the all the bottles that was available.
Just opening them and sniffing them.
Then closing them back.
His toiletries were not samples at malls for sniffing samples, Itachi wanted to say as a sarcastic remark but again swallowed his words because it was slave week. This intrusion of private space was, despite all appearances, making him even more jittery than ever.
Then he ordered Itachi to get the water running. He almost wanted to say that he preferred the water to be ice cold - both as preference and to somehow show his bit of defiance. But he decided that any comment was inappropriate as of that moment despite that tone that Kabuto was using. It was only Uchiha discipline that kept from losing his somewhat poker face and low voice. In any case, he just kept his comment to himself and began to literally slave for that Kabuto.
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He wasn't smiling anymore when he put the glass down.
"Itachi." The timbre of Kabuto's voice shifted-- deepening into something close to a purr. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the counter, eyes narrowing with pleasure as he took in the sight of a (for the moment) oh-so obedient Uchiha heir.
Itachi was not going to like this next command. If he was going to rebel, it would start now.
"Please get undressed."
Kabuto paused, then one hand lifted in a surprisingly elegant gesture to his lips as he reconsidered this request and what Itachi would make of it.
"Here," he clarified. "In front of me."
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What on earth was Kabuto thinking?
First he went around poking his head at everything, then he wanted wine and now he wanted him to undress? Well if he wanted to rape Itachi he could have just said so from the onset. That aside, what truly boogled Itachi was that he didn’t think that the younger man would want to rape him at all. It seemed to him that Kabuto was more interested in playing mind games with him at his own pleasure above all else. Probably add a tinge of revenge to that.
Slave week was a just a bad idea.
Even taking into account the fact that it was Kabuto and not someone else buying him, this was still going a bit too far into Itachi’s personal comfort zone. He got a nagging feeling that Kabuto was waiting for him to rebel, complain and lose control to heighten his own pleasure in playing with him, the new toy.
He juggled between actually complying and rebelling - not wanting to spoil the spirit of the “slave game” such that he got complains when he went back to office but yet still very uneasy about how things were turning.
Maybe he could do something about it.
“I’m sorry?”
He was actually surprised at how he managed to retain his somewhat calm façade. Perhaps when you were too used to a certain façade you would start maintaining it subconsciously
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One brow arched up, betraying the otherwise humorless expression on Kabuto's face. "Did I not speak clearly?" he asked. "I told you to get undressed now." He dropped the courtesy-- there was no please this time.
This was a heady rush, a real thrill, ordering around a man like Itachi, getting to impose his own desires on him. Everything about this-- the whole thing, from bidding on him to standing here expecting obedience-- was an indulgence, an emotional and psychological slice of decadent death-by-chocolate cake. It wasn't something Kabuto expected to get to do ever again.
So he intended to savor it while it lasted. In the end, he'd pay the price.
Kabuto stepped forward, uncrossing his arms in order to push off of the edge of the counter, and enjoyed the fact that Itachi was nearly the same height: he didn't have to look up in order to make direct eye contact.
Another step closed the distance between them.
"Itachi-san," he said softly, "I suggest you play along. If you will not do it, then I will have to take matters into my own hands."
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It felt like that their positions were reversed, that now Kabuto was forcing him to do what he didn’t want to and he was the one being forced to the corner. Was he waiting for him to scratch? Was he sadistic enough to actually like that pain? Was he having fun at observing him been robbed of his pride?
Then he would make sure he would not lose his composure.
He would not let him get what he wanted.
Slave week was supposed to be physical slaving - it didn’t say anything about mental slaving and if that was so, then perhaps…
“Like how?”
He stared into Kabuto’s eyes which were behind those glasses, making sure that he pronounce every word clearly.
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He lifted his hands to graze his fingertips against the hem of Itachi's shirt and playfully tweak at it.
Then Kabuto narrowed his eyes, pure vicious pleasure at the Uchiha's displeasure running hot through him. He wasn't embarrassed enough yet. "Or how should you strip for me? In that case, slowly. And don't act like you don't know how."
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[ooc: 's okay. I've had a lot of things that I needed to handle the last few days myself. Don't worry about it.]
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Although he was pretty good at hiding his irritation from his facial expression, Itachi could hear the impatience veiled underneath it. While it was true that Kabuto didn’t sound very irritated, but knowing how good the younger was in concealing his emotions led the Uchiha to conclude that Kabuto was very irritated. It did occur to him to ask whether it was part of the game or whether it was something genuine. But, after thinking for a while, he decided it didn’t matter anyway. Point was, if Kabuto was going to slave him physically, he was not going to let him have a good time mentally.
Because the Uchihas had this much pride.
“And what if I still refuse?”
He wondered if Kabuto realized that thought processes that had went through his mind for the past few minutes.
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The moment was perfectly visible. The exact moment when realization swept through Kabuto, changing his expression completely as his mind dryly pointed out to him that this was a complete waste of time and that there were better ways to accomplish the things he wished to enjoy.
He blinked a few times to clear the surprise from his face and then shifted his weight away from Itachi, thinking. Then he laughed and threw up his hands in mock-surrender.
"Then refuse. You actually haven't yet, you know. And then maybe we'll come to different conclusions." Kabuto thumbed open the button on his own collar, then added, "You're a very difficult man to treat nicely, Itachi-san. You don't accept anything."
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He replied, almost intuitively as though letting him into his own mind for a brief moment. He was pretty sure that he saw a flicker of change in Kabuto’s expression - something that told him that something had changed in his attitude. He wasn’t too sure what yet but he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be a good thing. Then the laughter, a laughter that definitely wasn’t from amusement but rather, an indication of something else.
Keeping his blank stare at Kabuto despite him widening the distance between them, he began,
“Then I will refuse, like how you are ordering me to,”
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"Nicely played," Kabuto complimented instead, thumbing open another button before reaching for his wine glass. He needed a moment to think. "What kind of game would you like to play? Ah...but you wouldn't. Not if I ordered, and not if I begged, I bet. I guess I'm just left with my own imagination, since I can't count on you to suggest anything worthwhile, even under orders."
His lips curved against the edge of the glass. "Unless you'd like to prove me wrong...?"
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