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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Deidara/Sasori, Hidan/Kakuzu
  Character:
      Deidara, Sasori_(Naruto), Kakuzu, Hidan, Hoshigaki_Kisame, Uchiha_Itachi,
      Pein, Konan, Akatsuki_(Naruto)
  Additional Tags:
      Slavery, Sexual_Slavery, Sexual_Content, Rape, multi-chapter
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-05 Updated: 2013-07-06 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4431
****** LATB ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     LATB (Lords and Their Bitches) is a piece about Deidara's life in
     sexual slavery, along with his friend Hidan, who were both bought by
     Sasori and Kakuzu. Sasori takes his aggression out on his pet, but
     when he starts to have stirrings for him, will he fight his feelings
     or will he give in and finally appreciate what he has?
Notes
     LATB, Lords and Their Bitches, is a fan-written work. I do not own
     the characters or Naruto, the series. This is simply made for
     entertainment purposes only. Lots of swearing, rape, sex, and general
     mature content. Viewer discretion is advised.
***** The Beginning *****
"They've got to be joking," Hidan spat, running a hand over his slicked back
hair. "There's no way I'm going to be someone's bitch."
Deidara nodded absentmindedly, his mind elsewhere. The blonde fringe in front
of his face was flicked by Hidan, who had gotten annoyed with being ignored,
"Hello, blondie, I'm talking to you!"
Deidara turned slightly, visible eye refocusing as he gave a small smile, "I'm
listening," he lied, "So what's the plan?"
"Plan?" Hidan asked, pulling back to give him a confused look.
"If we're going to get out of here we need a plan," Deidara reiterated, looking
around at their surroundings before his azure eyes rested on a fire
extinguisher by the curtain of the stage. "And I think I might have one."
***
Very little has changed about the world. People carry on at their mundane jobs,
day in and day out. The rich are living in luxury, the poor in shambles. People
are the same as they always were.
Well, aside from the fact that they are the main course at nearly every dinner
party.
In the not-so-distant future, there was an outbreak of a virus. This virus
caused people to crave, more than anything else, blood. The irises turned a
dark crimson when well-fed, and only when they hadn't eaten in a few days did
their true eye colour come out.
The virus also caused their metabolisms to speed up; anyone that had gotten it
was either well-built or sickly skinny.
The virus could only be spread through the most disturbing of ways: The
infected had to bite and drain the blood from the victim.
When patient zero got the virus from a bad combination of chemicals in a lab in
Quantico, Virginia, there was no stopping it. Patient zero quickly lost
control, his bloodlust taking the reins and causing about thirty people to be
turned.
From there, it was wildfire.
Now, here we sit, hundreds of years later, where vampires run nearly
everything, and the few humans that remain live soley for the purpose of being
walking appetizers.
Government is run by vampires, they own all the major corporations, they have
their iron fist shoved deep down the throats of humans, who have no choice but
to comply. And complying meant trying to go about your daily life while the
threat of the police breaking into your home, stealing your children or spouse
and auctioning them off as slaves or dinner hung above you like an angry cloud.

But what can you do?
So the vampires didn't bother to change things and the humans stayed quiet.
Even now, a particular vampire was getting ready for a life changing decision.
He was going to be attending a slave auction with his friend, in hopes of
attaining a walking sack of blood, ready to be turned or even better, fed from.
***
Sasori stared the crowd down with a look of distaste.
"Are you sure this is the place, Kakuzu? It looks rather... raunchy," he said,
scrunching up his features as he did.
The man at his side grunted in response, walking forward and away from Sasori.
Rolling his eyes, Sasori put on his most annoyed face before following after
the muscular man. His own scrawny form couldn't compare to Kakuzu's, who was a
strong built fellow, tan all over with stitches covering his body from several
bad fights.
Sasori, on the other hand, was pale and frail. A delicate branch swaying in the
wind that threatened to snap. His eyes matched his fiery hair, both a bright
red that caught people's attention from far away.
Sasori moved quickly through the crowd of vampires dancing before bumping into
Kakuzu's back, making him growl with frustration, "Hurry up old man, I'm not
going to stand here idly while you gawk at some stupid..." he trailed off, eyes
following his friend's gaze to see a line of people at the foot of the stage,
trying to make themselves small. "Humans," Sasori finished.
Kakuzu nodded, smirking to himself, "Humans," he repeated, moving forward again
to grab a table in the corner. He pulled a chair out for himself, motioning the
redhead to sit down as he did himself.
Sasori sat, eyes never once leaving the humans down on the dance floor.
The club itself was a giant circle, the entrance near the back, so the space
opened up before them as they walked through it. It was a split level, the top
being composed of mostly tables and people mingling around while the bottom
half was a dance floor and a large stage near the front.
Alongside the right of the stage, was a line of humans, swaying gently to the
thumping beat while they looked nervously around them. Two particular humans
stuck out; the two were talking to each other in voices that couldn't be heard
over the rhythmic beat. One, a blonde with long hair, pointed to the fire
extinguisher beside the stage's curtain before turning to the silver-haired boy
and smacking him in the shoulder.
Sasori stood from his seat, eyes narrowing as the two humans snuck backstage.
Something was amiss. "I'll be back, order me something to drink," he mumbled to
Kakuzu, who was busy looking over the menu a human waitress had dropped off at
the table.
Descending the stairs that led to the dance floor, Sasori quickly shoved his
way through the crowd before he was at the base of the stage. Upon closer
inspection, there was a thin mesh fence seperating the humans from the
vampires.
He should have known. No slave trader was dumb enough to let humans wander
without some sort of protection, especially in vampire territory. But there was
no fence around the stage, which allowed Sasori to sneak backstage, and see
where the two humans had hopped the fence.
Sasori was a bit confused now that he had gotten through step one of his plan:
get backstage, which was surprisingly easy. Moving onto step two: find the
brats and find out what they're doing.
He weaved between stage hands, people moving stands and a man talking on his
cell phone. He passed several rooms backstage, loud noises coming from one of
them.
He peered through the crack of the door, seeing beige walls, a sofa, and two
idiots holding a lighter up to a fire detector.
"Hold it closer, numbnuts, or the thing won't go off!" The silver-haired male
cried, the blonde on his shoulders teetering as Hidan stumbled around.
"Well maybe if you could stand still there wouldn't be a problem, un!" The
blonde shouted back.
"Is there something I could help you dumbasses with?" Sasori asked, leaning
casually against the doorframe.
Deidara yelped, flinging his arms back, throwing Hidan off balance and sending
them both crashing to the ground.
"Tch," Sasori snorted, moving from his place against the door to saunter over
to the two morons. "What a brilliant plan that was, care to enlighten me on why
you're trying to set off a fire alarm?" Sasori said, crossing his arms over his
chest.
Deidara got up from the ground, brushing himself off before helping Hidan up,
"Well, clearly we were trying to--" he trailed off, eyes looking up to stare
into Sasori's own before he jumped back a bit, "Shit, un! It's one of them!" he
said to Hidan, who had moved protectivley in front of Deidara.
Sasori rolled his eyes, stepping forward, "I suggest you humans get back to
your little pen before your masters find out where you've gone and decide to
take out their aggression." He inspected his fingernails, letting the corner of
his mouth twitch into a smug smile.
"And what if we don't want to, yeah?" The blonde asked, stepping from behind
Hidan to get in Sasori's face. "What if we decide to run off? What is one
measly vampire going to do?" He ended his question by standing a fraction of an
inch away from Sasori, towering over him.
Sasori let his smug smile grow into a full grin before flicking some hair out
of his eyes. "Listen brat," he began, reaching out and grabbing Deidara by the
throat and pulling him close, "There's a lot one vampire can do," he whispered
into his ear, before releasing his grip.
"'Ey the fuck you think you're doing?" Hidan spoke up, grabbing Deidara's arm
and pulling him back. The blonde's hand flew to his throat, where Sasori's was
moments before.
"I'm sending a message," the redhead said casually, "that vampires, no matter
the number, are always dangerous."
A loud clattering came from outside the room, before a man shouted, "Shit!
Where are those two?"
Sasori turned to see people rushing about outside, clearly in search of
something, or someone. "I do believe your presence, or lack thereof, has been
noticed," he stated.
Deidara and Hidan exchanged worried glances before looking back to Sasori.
Hidan let out a long sigh, "Don't make us go back there, fucker."
Sasori gave Hidan a look that said he wasn't going to cover for them before
Deidara stepped in, "Please, un. We need your help," he said with clenched
teeth. It was clear from his expression that the words pained him, but he had
no choice.
Waving them towards him, Sasori started towards the door, "Alright, come on."
He made his way out of the room, getting a grand total of twenty steps before
someone called out, "There they are!"
A small, greasy man in a tweed suit jogged up to them, "Where the hell were
you? We've been looking all over for you; you're going to pay for this!" He
raised a hand to Deidara, who flinched back but Sasori sidestepped inbetween
them.
"I'm afraid that there's been a misunderstanding. It seems that the gate was
not properly locked and these two had wandered off. I was only returning them
just now when you saw us."
The man scoffed, "Not properly locked? Who the hell are you to tell me that?"
"That man is Lord Sasori Akasuna of the Red Sand. If I were you, I'd watch my
tone," a voice came from behind them. Kakuzu came walking up, setting a hand on
Sasori's shoulder, "My friend, you'd been gone for quite some time, I was
beginning to get worried." He shot Sasori a look that said they would talk
about this later, but said nothing about it.
Kakuzu extended his hand towards the slave trader, who was now cowering in the
presence of such a high vampire lord, "The name is Kakuzu. Lord Kakuzu of the
city of Waterfall."
The slave trader was aghast, "I'm so sorry, sir. I had no idea that you were
here tonight. My greatest apologies," he said.
Sasori rolled his eyes, taking pleasure in the attention he was getting, "Oh
for fuck's sake, don't grovel. It's pathetic." He looked off to the side,
seeing Deidara standing beside him. "And would someone have the decency to lock
these humans up? I don't want to be bothered with their antics any longer."
The slave trader nodded quickly, "Of course, sir!" Deidara opened his mouth to
protest but was quickly silenced by a backhand. "Shut up, human, or I'll make
sure to sell you to a particularly nasty master," the slave trader threatened.
Walking off with a hand on both Deidara's and Hidan's shoulders, the slave
trader steered them back to their pen.
Kakuzu let out a breath of air, "What the bloody hell was that, Sasori? You
trying to get us kicked out? Thank God I pulled the Lord card, or we'd have
gotten our butts handed to us," he reprimanded.
Sasori shrugged casually, "A story for another time, my friend. Let's go back
to our seats, I'm sure the auction is just about to start."
***
"Well our plan failed horribly; that stupid bastard sold us out!" Hidan whined,
kicking his bare foot against the mesh fence, a futile attempt.
"Watch your mouth, slave, or you'll be punished!" called the slave trader, who
held a taser in his left hand, moving it close to Hidan's side, threatening
him.
Tugging on his arm, Deidara spoke in a hushed tone, "Hidan calm down, yeah?
We'll figure something out," he mumbled, hoping they could.
"Ladies and gentleman! Vampires alike! We gather here today to witness one of
the largest auctions to happen in these past months; a human auction!" screamed
the slave trader, who's suit was pulling up to reveal a pale stomach as he
raised his arms above his head. Vampires pounded on their tables, screaming and
shouting back at him, eager.
"So let us begin, alright?" He unlocked the gate, having one of his many
assistants hold back the rest of the humans while one girl was plucked from the
crowd. "Let's begin the bidding at 100,000 dollars! Any takers? You, in the
back! Do I hear 150? 150, anyone? Yes, you, sir!"
Deidara looked nervously at the crowd, his eyes scanning the crowd for the
redhead. He shifted on his feet, shuffling back and forth as the fringe in
front of his face swayed gently.
"Sold! To the man in the black! Next up, this lovely blonde!!" He screamed into
his mic, reaching in and grabbing Deidara by the arm and yanking him viciously
onto the stage.
"Get your hands off of me you slimy shit," Deidara cried, struggling in his
grip.
The slave trader stuck the taser into his side, turning it up and zapping
Deidara, who cried out before collapsing to the ground in a pile of pain.
"Do I hear 300,00 for this spunky blonde? Hm? You sir! Do I hear 500,000? Yes,
you! Alright anyone care to bid higher?" The bidding continued, reaching 1
million before the bids slowed from a river to a trickle.
Sasori began to sweat. This was his only chance at gaining a slave; and he had
seen something in the blonde. Maybe it was his charisma, or his defiant look,
but regardless, he needed him. He stood from his spot, descending down the
stairs halfway to call out, "I bid 5 million."
Collective gasps flew from around the crowd, all eyes on the mysterious red
head that calmly walked down the stairs, fingers ghosting along the banister.
"F-five million? Do I hear any higher bids?" called the slave trader, looking
around eagerly. "Fine, sold! To the redhead in black. Congratulations, young
man," he whispered to Deidara, grinning wickedly. "Lord Akasuna is supposedly
one of the most cruel vampires to rule this land. I'm glad you got such a
lovely master."
Deidara gulped, being ushered backstage to be fitted for his collar before they
turned him over to Sasori. He could hear the bidding for Hidan, and a familiar
voice called out his bid, winning Hidan as well.
Sasori stepped up from behind the curtain, walking cooly to Deidara and the
woman that was sizing his collar. "Make sure it's blue," Sasori spoke, "I'd
like for it to match his eyes." He offered Deidara a small smile, before he
jammed his hands in his pockets, looking expectantly at the curtain from where
he had come.
Soon enough, another man, the man from earlier, came sauntering over. "Looks
like you've convinced me into getting my own human, Sasori. Though this one
looks like quite a bit of trouble," he murmured, watching as Hidan was shoved
backstage as well, who stalked over, cursing loudly.
"Fucking assholes, I'll show them who's the bitch, ya bastards," he said, eyes
looking up to see Kakuzu, frowning before his sights jumped to his blonde
friend, who was sitting patiently in a chair.
"Man, I'm telling you this blows," Hidan whined, taking a seat next to Deidara,
who nodded encouragingly. "I feel you, un."
Another woman began fussing over Hidan's collar, holding up the black one
before choosing the pink. Hidan growled in response, "Pink? Hell no! Choose a
different one, slut." Kakuzu decided to intervene with a smirk on his face,
"No, I think the pink one suits him. Brings out his inner bitch." Sasori let
out a long laugh at that, holding his stomach.
Deidara scoffed, "That's rich, coming from you, yeah. I can already feel the
amount of pussy radiating off of you two." Sasori's smile fell at that, as he
walked over.
He motioned for the woman to hand him the blue collar before reaching behind
the blonde as he began to fasten it, pulling it excrutiatingly tight before
loosening it and looping his finger underneath it, bringing Deidara close, "You
better watch your tone, brat. You're in for a world of hurt." He smirked,
pulling away from his slave.
Walking away, Sasori waved a goodbye to Kakuzu, his final words to the woman at
the desk, "Oh, and engrave his name on the collar, just to personalize it." He
said, disappearing out the door, most likely waiting outside for his friend and
the humans.
The woman undid Deidara's collar carefully, setting it in the machine to be
engraved, "What's your name sweetie?"
"Deidara."
She offered him a smile, eyes never leaving the machine as she spoke, "I feel
bad for you, Deidara."
"Why's that, un?"
Her smile never wavered as she spoke calmly, "That man is going to destroy
you."
***** A Punishment is in Order *****
Between being shoved, tripped, whistled at, and stripped of all dignity-- it's
been an emotionally exhausting day for both Deidara and Hidan.
After being fitted for their collars, Kakuzu led them both to the car out
front. They were more than shocked to learn that they'd be riding in a
limousine. Sasori was, of course, waiting for them inside with the engine
running and the chauffeur ready to go.
"Woah," Deidara mumbled, eyes taking in the sight of such a car.
Hidan scoffed, "It's not that great. I've seen better looking dicks in my
time." Deidara gave him a gentle shove, "Knock it off, yeah."
Kakuzu, a rough hand shoving Hidan's back, "C'mon, get in." Opening the door
for them both, he let them climb in before doing so himself, slamming the door
shut.
Sasori was positioned on one side of the seats, legs crossed and looking
distastefully at the two slaves before motioning Deidara over, "Come over here,
brat."
Huffing silently, he obeyed, climbing over to sit next to his new master, "What
do you want, un?" He asked crudely, noticing Sasori staring at him. Sasori
simply shrugged, answering with a, "Shut your mouth." He knocked on the glass
that separated them from the driver, indicating for him to start moving.
Kakuzu cleared his throat awkwardly, crossing and uncrossing his legs before he
glanced over at Hidan, slapping his hands down onto his thighs, "Alright well I
believe introductions are in order," he said, giving a look to Sasori, "I'm
Kakuzu. Don't be mistaken, I'm not any cuddlier than my friend, I just hide it
better."
Sasori rolled his eyes dramatically before speaking, "I'm Sasori. Fuck with me
and I will stab you." Hidan whistled under his breath, "Keepin' it classy, I
see." Kakuzu smacked him upside the head before looking expectantly at Deidara,
nodding at him to speak.
"Uhm, well, I'm Deidara." Hidan spoke up next, voice confident, "I'm Hidan,
fuckers." Which earned him another smack on the head from Kakuzu.
Sasori turned to the blonde, shifting his body to face him and scrunching up
his features, "Why do you talk like that?"
"Like what, un?"
"Like that. With the 'un's and 'yeah's," he clarified.
Deidara flushed, opening his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Hidan, who
held his hand out, waving it in a gesture, "It's like a speech impediment; like
a lisp but with words instead of sounds. He's always had it."
Sasori nodded, taking in the information before shifting back to his former
position, glancing in Hidan's direction, "Speak when spoken to; learn some
manners," he scolded. Hidan bit back a retort.
There was an awkward silence for the next few minutes, where Deidara looked out
the window and Hidan scowled at the ground. Sasori then spoke up conversation,
"So, Kakuzu, how are your stocks doing?"
The men then spiraled into a long conversation about something Deidara didn't
understand.
The blonde looked out at the landscape that flew by. He could see them passing
through town, seeing the same sights he did when he was driven in on a truck to
the auction. Then, it was cramped and sweaty and everyone was complaining. But
now, he was in a plush car next to two posh bastards and his best friend.
He couldn't believe it.
Even if it meant being a slave to this douche Sasori, Deidara thought he could
take it, considering he'd be in the lap of luxury. Maybe Sasori wasn't as bad
as he seemed. He might be a sweet, caring person that takes care of Deidara.
Treats him well. God knows he deserved it after these past few years.
"Hello, brat, I'm talking to you." Sasori snapped his fingers in front of
Deidara's face, waking him from his reverie.
"Sorry, what?" he asked, snapping out of his daydream.
"I said we're here. Time to get out. Go," he snapped, gesturing for him to exit
the car. Stumbling out, Deidara looked up at the massive castle before him.
"Holy shit," Hidan said, staring down the Victorian home. Between the dentils,
columns, many bay windows and portico, Deidara didn't know where to look first.
"This is where you live?"
Sasori climbed out of the car, brushing off his suit jacket before putting his
hand in his jacket pocket, "Well, not just me. We've got a pretty big family,
if you can call us that," he chuckled.
Kakuzu nodded, "Yeah, we're an odd bunch, to say the least."
Deidara stepped forward, scratching absentmindedly at his thick collar. "This
is we're going to be living, un?" he asked, turning to face Sasori and Kakuzu.
Sasori nodded, taking his hand out of his pocket to fold his arms over his
chest again, "Yep, you'll be living in our rooms. We'd let you wander the house
like the others, but we have to gauge your behavior first."
"Others?" Hidan asked, mimicking Sasori and crossing his arms when he noticed
Kakuzu looking him up and down.
Sasori nodded, "Yeah, there's Kisame, Tobi and Konan, the other three slaves
and their masters: Itachi, Zetsu and Pein, respectively." Deidara nodded in
understanding, "So, will we get to meet them?"
"If you're good," replied Kakuzu with a smirk.
"Come on, I'm not going to wait here any longer," said Sasori as he began to
walk up the pathway to the house. As he passed Deidara, he grabbed his wrist,
tugging him along with him.
"Hey, get off me, yeah!" he said, trying to twist his arm out of the vampire's
grip. Sasori rolled his eyes before bringing him in close by grabbing his
collar, "Shut up, brat. Just follow me."
Deidara said no more, but glared at the back of Sasori's head.
Inside, the entryway showed checker pattern tile and two winding staircases
that led up to a second floor. Off to the right was some sort of dining room
that looked grand, while on the left was a parlor of sorts.
Deidara marveled at the sight, pausing momentarily to take it in before he felt
a rushed tug on his wrist. He rushed up the stairs with Sasori, looking back to
see Hidan give him a wave. As he was turning, he saw
Kakuzu slamming Hidan against the wall before Sasori made him face forward.
"Hurry up," said the vampire.
"I'm going, calm your nips," Deidara replied.
On the second floor, there was a long hallway with doors down the sides
accompanying light fixtures fixed into the walls and one grand chandelier at
the top of the staircase. Sasori took him to the right, going down three doors
before stopping at an onix-coloured one, with a red lamp next to it that glowed
an eerie orange-red colour.
Sasori fumbled in his pocket for a key, finally finding one and pushing it into
the lock. Deidara couldn't help but notice the scratch marks that were around
the lock; probably from nights spent smashed, he thought.
"Are you coming in?" Sasori called from inside the room. Deidara hadn't noticed
he'd opened the door. He scurried in, closing the door behind him and then
stopped to examine the room.
The room itself was well-lit, with a large crystal chandelier hanging over the
bed. The bed had ebony sheets red accenting pillows. Next to the bed was a
night table with many bottles and small trinkets draped over it.
Across the room, was a sofa with another red pillow on it, this pillow had a
white and black cloud embroidered onto it. Deidara wondered what it meant.
On the same wall as the sofa, there was a door leading to a bathroom, most
likely. And in the corner there was a work table with a few mannequins laying
on top along with a mesh bag that looked like it held something heavy.
Finally, the walls were painted a solid black, with pictures, designs and
blueprints taped up. Deidara's fingers danced lightly over a blueprint,
noticing the straight lines and the small, neat handwriting.
Deidara was knocked from noticing everything when Sasori walked over, shoving
his shoulder back into a wall with his hand.
Gasping, the blonde looked up at him with alarm, wondering just what he was
doing. "Listen, bitch. I'm your master; I own you, that means you do what I say
when I say it. And from now on, you address me as only 'master' or 'danna,'
understood?"
Deidara gaped. Sasori dug his nails into the blonde's shoulder, growling, "I
said: understood?"
"I understand," Deidara let out through clenched teeth. He put on his most
menacing face as he glowered down at his master. He may be a piece of property,
but that didn't mean he had to like it.
Releasing him, Sasori stepped back, "Good." He walked towards his desk, pulling
his suit jacket off as he did, rolling his shoulders.
"Bipolar bitch," Deidara mumbled, causing Sasori to freeze.
"What did you just call me, brat?" he asked quietly, not turning to face him.
Deidara didn't answer, he hadn't thought he would hear him. His brain was
disconnected from his mouth as he sat there with his maw flapping. "I-I..."
Sasori spun on his heel, walking quickly to shove his hand against Deidara's
throat, pinning him to the wall and leaning in to get in his face, "You're
going to pay for that, brat."
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