Slaving for You

Author: Gaarasama

Email: angelayahoo888 at hotmail dot com

Summary: Sasuke is working at playboy magazine, and Naruto is working as his personal slave. What more can I say? (sasunaru) (yaoi)

Disclaimer: All characters are property of Masashi Kishimoto. The plot belongs to me.

Legend/Key (for stupid people who can't figure it out by themselves):

"talking"

'thoughts'

narration

flashback/dream

word(number) (there is a footnote at the end of the story)

Name's POV (point of view)

(A/N: author's notes)

song lyrics

OMG!!! IT'S ANOTHER RATED R STORY FROM MY PERVERTED MIND!!! EVERYBODY RUN!!! LOL :P hehe…well, hope you like it!

Chapter 1: Modeling

Sasuke's POV

Stupid Itachi, it's bad enough that he decided to take over playboy magazine, but did he have to make me work there? I mean, he didn't even give me a choice! He just squeezed me into a skimpy French maid outfit and threw me on stage to be photographed! It was so humiliating when Kiba came up to me waving the February playboy magazine with me on the cover saying that he masturbated to it yesterday. I was totally pissed off! But, at least it wasn't all for nothing. In order to make up for making me work at playboy magazine – he said that he'd rape me and put it on film if I didn't – he gave me a new slave! The reason I said "new" was because I already have Haku and Shikamaru.

The new boy's pretty cute, with his blond hair and innocent blue eyes. I smile. I'm going to have a lot of fun with him. This is all Itachi's fault; living with him for 10 years allowed his kinkiness and pervertedness to rub off on me. And it doesn't help either that he displayed pictures of naked men all over the mansion. Living in a house full of male nudes since you were six is not a nice environment to grow up in.

I hate being an orphan. I've never known my parents, and all I have is aniki(1), and I love him and all, but he's not really the best guardian.

Narrator's POV

Sasuke opened the door to Playboy and walked in.

"Checking in Sasuke-kun?" Asked Kabuto, the secretary of Playboy.

"Uh yeah. Tell Orochimaru-sama I'll right up."

"Hai(2)."

Sasuke went up the elevator and arrived at the top floor.

"Hello Sasu-kun." Orochimaru said, licking his lips, "Let's get started shall we?"

Orochimaru is Sasuke's photographer. He's a perverted old man who loves to look young. Today he was wearing a torn white shirt that doesn't really cover his torso, a black leather jacket, and ripped black leather pants.

Sasuke sighed, "Okay, let's get this over with…"

"Aww, Sasu-kun, what? No hello?"

"Hi. Now can we please just do this?"

Orochimaru smirked and tossed him an outfit. Sasuke unfolded it and stared at it.

"Well? Do you like it?"

"You just come up with kinkier and kinkier stuff everyday don't you?" Sasuke said with disgust, pointing to the extremely tight tank top and miniskirt

"You flatter me."

"I'm not wearing this!"

Orochimaru laughed, "Now, now, Sasu-kun, must we go through this every time? You don't have a choice."

Sasuke gritted his teeth, "Fine!"

Sasuke stared at Orochimaru and Orochimaru stared back. "Turn around so I can change!"

Orochimaru clutched his heart and pretended to be hurt, "Aww, you act like I'm a perverted old man!"

"You are a perverted old man!"

Orochimaru smirked, "I know."

Sasuke sighed, there's no getting past this. He stripped down to his boxers and began putting on the miniskirt when Orochimaru spoke up, "You know, you can't wear that."

"Thank god, finally you understand…"

Before Sasuke finished, Orochimaru cut in, "I don't mean the miniskirt Sasu-kun, I mean the boxers. You just can't wear boxers with a miniskirt!"

"Well then what do you want me to wear!?!?!" Sasuke screamed, genuinely annoyed.

"These." Orochimaru said, pulling out a thong.

Sasuke gagged and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, "No. Way."

"Yes way."

"Nuh-uh." Sasuke said, shaking his head.

"Do you want me to call Itachi?" Orochimaru threatened.

"No."

"Then put on the thong."

Sasuke gritted his teeth.

"Sasuke…" Orochimaru said threateningly.

"FINE!!! I'LL WEAR THE FUCKING THONG, YOU HAPPY???"

Someone cleared their throat.

Sasuke looked at the doorway and saw Naruto standing there.

"Umm…am I interrupting something?" Naruto asked. "I'm sorry, Itachi-sama just told me to come here, I didn't know…" His voice trailed off.

"Ah, Naru-chan, you're here, I was waiting for you." Orochimaru said.

'Oh oh' Sasuke thought, 'This is not good.'

"Y…you were?" Naruto asked.

"Why of course! Come on, I got an outfit for you too."

"Whoa! Hold on a minute. He's doing a photo shoot with me???" Sasuke asked.

"Photo shoot?" Naruto asked, confused, "Weren't I here to serve Sasuke?"

"Yes you are, but Ita-kun also said that you are to work for me." Orochimaru explained.

"How come I didn't know any of this?" Sasuke asked, outraged.

"You never know anything Sasu-kun. Anyways, here's you're outfit Naru-chan." Orochimaru held up a cute tee, a short sailor skirt, and a pair of pink panties.

Naruto blushed, "Th…that's it?"

Sasuke on the other hand, was furious, "WHY DOESN'T HE HAVE TO WEAR A THONG!?!?!?!?!?!"

"Because Naru-chan is innocent, and I'm trying to preserve that."

"And I'm not innocent???" Sasuke asked.

"Nope."

A vein popped on Sasuke's head.

Ten Minutes Later…

Sasuke and Naruto was in some very erotic poses, and Orochimaru was snapping away on his camera while screaming, "Yeah Naru-chan, that's it, shake it! Shake it!"(3)

Naruto was blushing very badly and Sasuke had a very noticeable hard on, which was captured perfectly in the photos.

TBC…

(1) aniki-older brother

(2) hai-yes sir

(3) some of my classmates were making this racism video, and they were trying to pour out the cereal, but it keeps getting stuck in the flaps, so our teacher was shouting, "Shake it! Shake it!" It was really funny because we were watching it afterwards, and all we see is the cereal box, with our teacher screaming in the background, "Shake it! Shake it! Yeah that's it! Ooooo, that's nice."

Hehe…I just wanted to write this ficcy. There will probably be a lemon in the next chapter. Hopefully.