Title: For the love of Fashion
Pairing: ItaNeji
Commissioned by: Annieme
Request:Bitch!Neji
A/N: Hehehehehe. Let the games begin XD. Warnings for Neji being a bitch- but hey the lady asked for that and the lady gets what she wants.
Length: Roughly 4500 words or so ( 1500 words over the 3000 mark we'd agreed on)- a margin of a couple dozen either way. Yes, my mind ran away with me. XD
When Neji had made that deal with Sasuke the Hyuuga would never have believed that he'd end up in such a fucked up position. The littlest Uchiha was a puissant yes, but he was a pretty puissant whose brother was the lead designer of Akatsuki's latest fashion line- and Neji (who was nothing if not a fashion slut) wanted in.
When pale eyed beauty had approached his (ex, ex, ex, ex, ex) best friend, Sasuke had just stared at him from those black eyes for a moment before throwing back his head and laughing like a psycho.
"You want in on Itachi's summer line?"
The Hyuuga narrowed his eyes. "Didn't I just say that you peasant? And must you be so loud, we're still at school you know; or perhaps that blond behemoth of yours has been rubbing off on you."
Sasuke's eyes glimmered fiercely, "Oh he's been rubbing off all right- right unto my fa-"
Neji glared.
"Fine Hyuuga; Buddha, don't get your panties into such a twist. I can probably get you in on Itachi's line….but you know the only people who get first samples are his models right? Ita-nii is a hard ass like that, so if you want it you're going to have to work for it."
Neji's fists clenched. "And what do you want from this?"
Sasuke smirked before dipping an elegant hand into his Armani slacks and retrieving a slim cell phone- "Nothing but front row seats Hyuuga, nothing but front row seats."
In retrospect, Neji really should have utilized all his formidable genius to know that Sasuke was about to screw him over but, in his defense, glimmers of sleek cuts and silky things from the hottest new line in Asia had left the Hyuuga heir temporarily insensate to nearly everything else in the world.
He floated off to his next literature class in a cloud of satisfaction.
"I'm here to see Uchiha Itachi" Neji pronounced imperiously to the lazily doodling receptionist at Akatuski's headquarters in downtown Konoha.
"Uh huh." She replied, not even sparing him a glance. A stack of papers an inch thick was suddenly slammed down in front of him. "Fill these out in triplicate and take a number. All of them are here to see Itachi-san too." She jabbed her acrid pink nails to the lobby full of eager eyed young hopefuls.
Disdainfully the Hyuuga nudged the stack until it collapsed on her bowed head. "Hey! What-"
"-part of Hyuuga Neji is here to see Uchiha Itachi is your tiny mind not comprehending?"
She bristled. "Sir, I must declare that I don't appreciate your tone."
Neji cocked a brow. "And your ridiculous pink hair is an affront to my senses too, so what's your point?"
"Hey, hey- no need to get vicious." A new voice cut into the standoff. "Sakura, I'll take it from here."
Neji spun on his hand crafted Italians to see a man, very slight and far more effeminate than his deep voice would have predicted, wrapped in skinny jeans and sporting a blond fringe that covered half his face.
"Yes, Deidara-san." The woman- Sakura (bitch)- replied, simpering.
"You're the…friend… Sasuke sent for Itachi. Neji, right?"
The way the man stated the situation sounded…odd- but the Hyuuga merely shrugged it off and tucked a strand of glimmering chocolate hair back into place in the cascade down his back. "Yes."
"I'm Deidara but most just call me Dei, follow me."
Deidara led Neji past the gathered throng of now murderous looking model hopefuls and into a chrome elevator at the back of the lobby. The blond began jabbering about everything the second they were inside but Neji was too busy trying to look slender and imperious to really pay attention.
The top levels of the building were really just large industrial style lofts outfitted with some of the most expensive photo equipment Neji had ever seen. There were folding chairs, make-up stations and – oh holy hallelujah- racks upon racks upon utter racks of clothes. Beautiful people drifted to and fro amongst them while stylists ran around desperately trying to get everything ready for the shoots. Neji even glimpsed the silver head of Hatake Kakashi, an award winning photographer that was a porn reading recluse for seventy percent of his time. The fact that Itachi had somehow gotten the semi-hermit here was proof enough of the new line's sheer amazingness.
The bitch in Neji breathed deeply, satisfied.
"- glad you've got such beautiful hair." Deidara was saying. "It'll carry off the look nicely. Itachi was furious when Sai just upped and ran away to Tahiti with Lee just before the shoot was scheduled to begin. We couldn't find anyone else who fit Tachi-kun's specifications but when Sasuke called- we just knew you were it."
"Uh huh" Neji replied, a bit more occupied in making sure that he could clearly see his reflection in a nearby vanity mirror. Yes, he was preening- so the fuck what?
"So you'll be over at Sai's place- all the pre-chosen dresses and skirts are on the rack there. You'll be wearing the black vinyl skirt and lace peasant blouse first-""
Something in Neji's mind slapped him. Wait…..what?
"Excuse me?" He spluttered. "What the hell are you talking about- what dresses and skirts? And why are they in a sentence in relation to me?"
Deidara tilted his head and looked like a confused puppy for a moment before an evil smile crossed his face. "Sasuke didn't tell you- did he." It wasn't even a question.
"Tell me what?"
Dei shrugged elegantly. "The only reason you got in was because one of our models, Sai, ran off for the week and we couldn't find anyone else who was, well, pretty enough to pull the cross-dresser's section off. And then Susu- darling suggested you. Sasori-danna hacked your Facebook and that was it- you were pretty enough."
Neji was very, very still. "You mean to tell me that…but I'm not- I've never…I can't-"
Dei shrugged, "We're not forcing you- but you don't get first pick at the limited editions otherwise. It's really all up to you."
Neji's throat constricted as he measured up his pride versus his lust for clothes.
God- fucking-damnit. The things he did for fashion.
"Sasuke," he swore, vision red. "I'm going to kill you."
"You can stop laughing now. Anytime. Really." Neji was pissed. Pissed and humiliated. Pissimilated.
Sasuke- who had conveniently decided to drop into the studio just as Deidara was forcing Neji into a five inch something that couldn't possibly cover his ass cheeks- had lost his entire Uchiha cool and was currently laughing like a maniac.
Neji glared poisonously at the slender fuck while tugging down the leather mini and not daring to move for fear that his unmentionables might suddenly become both mentionable and immortalized on film.
"Er…yaknow…I never took you for a trannie Nej."
"Play in traffic Naruto. Blindfolded." Sasuke's golden boy boyfriend was standing just to the left of the hysteric Uchiha. Neji really had forgotten that the blond moonlighted as a model whenever the fancy struck him and his puissant boyfriend wanted to show off those miles of golden muscles to the world.
"He has a point Hyuuga. With those legs you could make this a permanent look for you." Sasuke smirked.
Neji opened his mouth to utterly destroy the Uchiha when a voice smooth and dark as oil slid into the conversation.
"Now now, play nice foolish little brother. Or have you forgotten that I still have the negatives from the last time you modeled for me?"
Sasuke threw a poisonous glare to the speaker behind Neji's back. "You asshole! You said you destroyed those."
Neji didn't dare twitch in case the speaker was who he suspected it was. A dark haired figure glided to a stop beside Neji, the elegant cut of suit encasing a lean, tall body to perfection.
Itachi Uchiha smirked. "I lied. Now stop being a nuisance before I decide that the world would benefit from seeing you in a playboy bunny suit."
Sasuke lips went bloodless. "I will get you back Itachi. Come on Naruto- I'm sure we have anywhere else to be."
Frozen to the spot Neji watched the two walk off before marshaling all his courage and turning to the left. He swallowed. Sweet Buddha it should have been a crime for someone to look that good. Itachi- the twenty three year old mind behind the magnificence- stood casually, one elegant hand slipped into a pant pocket and his long hair restrained in a loose ponytail. Ink black bangs framed a strong oval face with piercing black eyes and lashes that had no right being on a man.
The elder Uchiha cocked an eyebrow at Neji's blatant staring.
The Hyuuga felt a blush rising up but mercilessly stamped it down. "So that's how you handle the little bastard. My compliments- it was masterfully done."
Itachi's lips twitched in what might have been considered amusement. Instead of replying the elder allowed his eyes to trail like hot molasses over the Hyuuga's body- all ripped blouse, five inch skirt, miles of skin and fuck me boots of it. Neji's belly tightened under the gaze. When the fathomless black eyes finally came back to his the pale eyed youth stubbornly squared his chin and prepared himself to face the mogul's judgment.
And interminable moment passed when all Itachi did was to stare unceasingly at him. Prepared for conflict Neji swallowed but was completely floored when the elder took a step forward and a swift hand reached up and around to slip the tie out of Neji's hair. They were centimeters apart and Itachi had completely destroyed Neji's personal space bubble. The Hyuuga stood, stunned as Itachi artfully arranged the thick tresses over his shoulders.
The opal eyed youth watched silently as a slender finger reached up and tugged a lock of cinnamon hair down over his left eye. Itachi then left his hand there, soft fingertips occasionally brushing Neji's smooth face as he played with the silken strand. Black eyes roamed his face and Neji felt himself sinking into fog. Somehow though the teen managed to find his voice.
"You shouldn't do this."
Itachi cocked a brow. "Do what?"
"…dazzle people."
The elder man smirked and stepped even closer into Neji's space. A tilt of the head later and Neji's heart stopped as a patrician mouth brushed over his eyebrow and skimmed down to his ear.
"I just like seeing you in my clothes."
Neji's vision swam and an extrasensory part of him became horribly aware of the millions of stunned eyes boring into his body.
"Does that apply to your personal wardrobe as well?" Fuck, was that too bold?
Neji nearly fainted when Itachi honest to god smiled.
"We'll see little Hyuuga. Now run along, Deidara needs your endless legs on the set."
Flustered and feeling damn pleased with himself Neji spun on his stilettoes and walked carefully- very carefully mind you- over to a smirking blond and his sadistic looking redhead photographer all the while very aware of the molten eyes that burned into him.
"Are you prepared Neji-kun?"
Neji smirked, empowered. "Bring it. I can do anything you throw at me."
"I CANNOT do this!" Neji screamed.
Deidara smiled evilly. "But Neji-kun, we've been doing so well! There's just this simple little thing and you can have first pick of-"
"I don't give a shit! I can't! This- this is a-"
"Well yes- but Sai always does it. If you have a problem then you should take it up with Ita-"
"I intend to!"
Turning around Neji ignored the smirks of the other models and clomped his way- yes clomped, god damn these traditional geisha shoes- through the mass of photography equipment and piles of clothes. Hiking up his modified kimono Neji glared fire at every sorry bastard who crossed him. Enough! This was freaking enough. He'd suffer a lot of indignity for his fashion lust, today was proof of that. He'd been poked, prodded, tweezered and forced into tiny minidresses the size of his fist all the while suffering the snickers and eyes, but this- this new monstrosity was absolutely not fucking cutting it.
He reached the solid oak door at the back of the room and banged harshly on the surface. His anger only grew worse with every slam of the fist and he was furiously contemplating throwing his silly shoes through the tinted windows when the door slid open.
Itachi merely cocked a brow.
"I REFUSE to wear a THONG! YOU HEAR ME! REFUSE I SAY!"
Snickers broke out behind him in torrents. Neji ignored them. If they wanted to dress him up like a bitch then he'd be a bitch. Reaching up he stretched the offending garment between two hands.
"This is fucking pink Uchiha. Neon fucking pink with glitter- There are no words for how mortally insulted I am."
Itachi's head titled to the side and a cascade of black hair flowed over a dark eye obscuring half his face. His lips twitched.
"Mortally insulted hm?"
Neji bristled like a tiger at the amused nonchalance in Itachi's voice.
"You know what Uchiha, you can take your thong," Neji shoved it at him, "and take your fucking shoves," he kicked the wooden geta off, "and take your goddamn condescension and shove them so far up your ass that they come bubbling out through your-"
"Neji."
The tone was soft and the rampaging Hyuuga heir stopped cold. Neji blinked.
"Come with me." Itachi's cold hand slipped softly around to press at the small of his back and to guide the Hyuuga into his office. Meekly the pale eyed youth followed.
Itachi's office was spartan but utterly elegant. There was a huge mahogany desk scattered with photos, a deep leather chair and a matching L shaped sofa surrounding it. The entire west wall was windows facing the city and the sheer elegance of the room made Neji's hackles die a bit- just a bit though - beauty couldn't heal everything.
Itachi led him to the desk and the young heir tilted his head in confusion when the Uchiha pulled him around to his side. Seating himself in the chair Itachi tugged the brunette closer to himself and then motioned with an elegant twist of his head to the scattered pictures on the surface.
"Look."
Curious Neji extended a hand from the brunt sienna kimono sleeve and picked up a glossy ten by eight.
"T-that's me!"
Sasuke's brother smirked. Neji flipped over another picture. "That's also me!"
Utterly enthralled with the high res photos of himself Neji pulled them all closer. "They're all me! Hey, I just took these!" Stunned the teen stared at the picture of himself standing regally and looking fucking smug in the five inch leather skirt that had nearly shown all his privates to the world. He – he looked-
"Fuck, I'm beautiful." Neji whispered.
Itachi actually laughed and the low, sinuous sound twisted things inside the Hyuuga's belly.
"And I thought Sasuke was conceited."
"He is." Neji replied absently, still mesmerized by how the light shone of his hair in the photos. "This…this is all me right- no modifications, no photoshop?"
The mogul twisted in his chair and the motion brought Neji between his spread knees. Itachi still hadn't released his waist and the Hyuuga gulped when that hand softly pressed him closer.
"No. No modifications. I told you little Hyuuga, I like seeing you in my clothes."
The man's voice had dropped to something that should have been illegal outside of a bedroom. Hot fire spiked up Neji's spine- God Itachi was beautiful. When Sasuke had transferred to KonU five months ago the brunette had thought him beautiful-but when on a trip to the Uchiha mansion Neji had gotten glimpse of Itachi, hot and sweaty from martial arts practice in the family dojo, the Hyuuga heir had been struck with a lust so fierce that it threatened to swallow him whole.
"What- what are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" Itachi replied mildly as he trailed his hand down over the swell of Neji's ass and thighs. "Getting a closer look, of course."
The strong fingers hooked into the crook of Neji's knee and gently pulled up. Neji half collapsed unto Itachi's lap and then, between his soft gasp and Itachi's answering 'hn'- things happened fast.
A hot mouth was lodged unto his neck and the fierce sucking was causing his vision to blur.
"W-wait, Jesus Itachi; what about seduction first?"
"Complete. You've been seducing me since I saw you tanning naked by our pool two months ago."
Neji felt like killing himself. He'd only done that because Sasuke had gone upstairs to screw Naruto and had assured Neji that no one else was in the house.
"Fuck."
"We're getting there, trust me."
And then Neji found his back pressed into hard wood with the burning body of his soon to be lover pressing him down into the surface. Deft hands pressed up and under the edges of the kimono and shoved up until the silk was bunched high around his slender waist.
"Nothing underneath Neji? For shame."
"Shut up and get back to screwing me Uchiha."
Strong fingers dug into the flesh of Neji's ass and the brunette let out a deep moan. The desk was hard beneath him but Neji couldn't care as he flung back his head and reveled in the sensations being wreaked on his body. Itachi's mouth travelled down nuzzling the collar aside and latching, molten hot, unto a pebbled nipple.
Neji's body bucked and his legs flew up to wrap themselves around Itachi's waist. The move pressed them together even harder and the young Hyuuga almost bit clean through his lip when he felt Itachi's erection pressing into his inner thigh. Desperate to feel skin Neji began yanking at the buttons on Itachi's shirt.
"Hn." The elder muttered pulling his hands away only to pin them to the table beneath. "No time."
Neji bucked up hard and ground his now aching cock against the firm leg pressed between his own. The fierce grip around his wrists was wringing a pleasure out of him that he hadn't know he'd feel.
"F-fuck Itachi- please-"
A shake of the elder's head and free black locks cascaded around them like a waterfall. Itachi's eyes glimmered. "Already so responsive." He murmured almost to himself. "What will you do when I tie you to my bed and torment your body for hours?"
Holy-
"Ah!" Ivory eyes slammed shut with pleasure as Itachi began a slow tight circle of his hips, each rotation driving throbbing, pulsing needs tighter and tighter together.
"I wonder, will you scream when I bury a vibrator inside you or will you whimper and hide your face like a virgin."
Neji panted and forced his eyes open. Itachi loomed over him like a dark god black eyes burning lust and desire, the curtain of his inky hair shielding the both of them from reality.
"I'm no virgin." Neji managed, his voice breathy with lust.
Itachi's lips tightened. "I know- and believe me Inuzuka Kiba will rue the day he stole what was mine."
Neji cocked a brow. "I was fifteen- I didn't even know you. Possessive much Uchiha?"
Itachi's jaw clenched and a swift move found both Neji's hands clasped unforgivingly above his head into one of the raven's. Itachi's other hand ripped the obi off his body before dipping down to his neck. "You have no idea." He hissed before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh there.
And Neji came- screaming.
Pleasure washed over his senses like a tsunami while pure astonishment sent him reeling. Itachi hadn't even touched him and yet he had exploded like a thirteen year old. The tremors gripping his body abated and the Hyuuga didn't even have the strength to keep feeling ashamed. Weakly he leaned back and panted. Itachi's black eyes were devouring him whole and Neji couldn't resist taunting the already tightly strung man.
"I-Is that all? You'll h-have to forgive me Uchiha-san…I was expecting more."
Itachi didn't even pause. His hands released Neji's neck to grab both the Hyuugas legs and. Bending them at the knees, spread them wide apart. The position was wanton, exposed and humiliating- Neji had never felt so desired in his life.
"Are you sure you can handle more little Hyuuga?"
Neji arched. "Are you sure you can give it?"
A resounding slap to his ass sent new life into his spent cock and, desperate to get back to an orgasmic high, the brunette reached down to pump himself into fullness. Still sensitive after orgasm Neji closed his eyes to focus on the acute sensations of a tight hand massaging his wet dick. He didn't see Itachi's smirk or even hear the soft click of the lube bottle.
He did however feel the long finger that ruthlessly sank into his body.
"Ah! Itachi- you fuck! Warn a man, would you?"
"Next time." The Uchiha replied mildly while his finger wreaked havoc inside Neji's body. One digit became two and together they launched a fierce attack on the pale eyed youth's prostate. Shamelessly the young brunette mewled.
"Enough. Damnit 'Tachi enough- get on with it."
The nickname earned him another slap to the ass but Neji couldn't care because Itachi was now unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants pass his hips to reveal a dripping, rigid penis.
Wordlessly Neji slipped off the table, unto his knees and without preamble swallowed half of it in one go. Immediately Itachi's strong hands sunk into Neji's thick mane of hair and gripped tight. Brown lashes fluttered over pale eyes in pleasure as the fierce stinging along his scalp shot a direct electric pathway to his cock. Bondage, biting and now hair pulling? What kind of deviant freak was he turning into?
The thick head of the cock lodged inside his mouth brushed up against his throat and taking a deep breath Neji titled his head and swallowed.
"Fuck." Itachi actually hissed. "I'd ask where you learned that but I'm afraid I'd end up killing someone."
Neji chuckled and eased the pressure off of the uncut cock. Keeping his mouth obscenely open Neji reveled in the narrowing of Itachi's eyes as he took in the strings of precum attaching the plundering organ to its wet orifice. The Hyuuga licked his lips and broke the strands.
"Wise decision."
Itachi's grip in his hair tightened mercilessly. "Exactly how many men have you fucked little Hyuuga."
"Why?" Neji teased through the pain, "Afraid you won't measure up?"
And that was how Neji found himself face first unto the table, ass up and open, his body being deeply breached in one fierce thrust by the thickest cock he'd ever felt.
Again, Neji screamed.
Itachi leaned over him and hissed softly, "How's this for not measuring up?"
Neji's voice was shot to hell as the flared head of Itachi's dick breached places inside his body that he hadn't known existed. He was being split right down the middle and dear god he couldn't think of a better way to die.
"Again." Was all he could ask for and, in the eternity that followed, Itachi gave it to him. Over and over and fucking over Neji was drilled open by the unforgiving piston of Itachi's hips. The domed head of his lover's dick would brush his prostate ever so often and send a shockwave of colours and sound flaring up his spine and hammering into his brain.
"Fuck- faster- please- Tachi, I need-"
Had Neji been able to finish that sentence he'd have ended it with 'an orgasm or merciful death'. As it was the Hyuuga heir was clutching at the edges of the desk for dear life; the majority of the photos that had once scattered the dark surface now decorated the floor due to Neji's wild thrashing. In, out, in out, in- the cycle never ended and Neji's vision was fluttering in and out of darkness.
Rearing back he groaned when Itachi gave a hard yank of his hair and, desperate, Neji decided that it needed to end. Viciously he tightened his inner muscles around Itachi's plundering cock.
"Come, god Itachi- come please!"
The elder man reached around and palmed Neji's dick. Pleasure darted madly through Neji but he kept up the rhythmic squeeze of his muscles around the thick intrusion, desperate to force Itachi to orgasm.
"You- first." Itachi husked out and a final slam to Neji's tender prostate sent the young Hyuuga into oblivion.
"Oh Tachi, harder please-"
"Oh ha ha." Neji grated out. "Fuck you too Deidara."
The mischievous blond smirked and looked pointedly down at Neji's fatigued body stretched out on Neji's couch. "No sweetheart- fuck you. The windows are tinted babe but the walls are thin as paper."
Neji flushed an buried his face into the leather seating, deciding firmly that as soon as he got the energy he was going to throw himself out the window. Everyone in the building had heard him getting screwed senseless by their boss. God he'd never live it down.
"I always knew you were a screamer Hyuuga."
Neji's head snapped up and he stared incredulously at Sasuke.
"W-what the fuck are you still doing here?" he squeaked.
Sasuke smirked and leaned against the doorway. "I told you that in return for getting you in that I wanted front row seats."
"You- you knew that- that-" Christ he was starting to sound like his silly cousin Hinata.
Sasuke shrugged. "That Itachi wanted to bend you over from the first time you walked into our house a half year ago- of course I did."
Neji couldn't fucking believe this! The little shit had set him up.
"So I did what any loving brother would do- I took full advantage of his weakness. Serves the fucker right after he allowed all his damn friends to spy on me and Naruto last year."
A beat.
"If I could move Uchiha, I'd slit your fucking throat."
"Good thing you can't then." Sasuke added.
"He cant." A voice cut in mildly, "but I can."
Neji watched in fierce pleasure as all the blood drained out of the little bastard's face.
"Aniki- I…this isn't- you know that murder is illegal right?"
Itachi leaned forward and gave Sasuke his best death glare. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood baby brother- you have ten seconds to leave before I feed your insides to Hidan."
Sasuke left- fast.
Neji sighed and turned his face up towards his new lover. Itachi's hair was still loose, his suit was crumpled and he smelled heady with sex. Three short strides brought the older man closer to him.
"If he ever bothers you again tell him you now have access to those pictures of him in bunny ears."
Neji smirked and pulled Itachi down for a kiss. And to think of it- all this thanks to being a clothes slut.
God bless his love of fashion.