• Stockholm Syndrome Gone Really, Really Wrong!
The president's son has been captured by a notorious criminal who has the power to make his victims fall in love with him except that this boy has turned the tables on them.
Chapter 1
Shukaku Sand sat in the oval office of the white house lazily skimming through papers he needed to sign to either pass a bill or nullify an agreement. He glanced to the side and spotted his busy bodied secretary moving his hands rapidly trying to sort through a whole load of confidential papers that he knew his eyes should not even mistakenly glance. He pushed his sandy blonde, brown and red streaked hair from his face to sigh loudly enough to get the attention of the redhead.
Either he hadn't heard the throat clearing act or he just decided to ignore his superior and continue sticking his nose where it really didn't belong.
"Kyuubi." he said loudly. That was more than he normally said to the redhead at any given time. They'd been working together for so long that they no longer needed to communicate by words. Grunts and hmmps and constant shoving of papers or sticky notes worked well enough. They seemed to get the point that needed to be said.
The redhead slowly lowered the pile of paper that his eyes had been greedily reading to turn and grin sheepishly and his president. Shukaku could only sigh and shake his head. If Kyuubi had been older he was positive that he'd have taken Shukaku's place a long, long time ago. The man loved politics as how he loved the drama. The man practically breathed of the drama that occurred in, around and about the oval office. It was a pretty scandalous place even though it held so much authority.
Kyuubi sneaked over to him and sat before him in one of the chairs facing the desk to which the somewhat newly appointed president sat. "About that new bill concerning Medicare Mr. Sand, you wanna know what I think?" he whispered leaning forward and glancing left and right suspiciously as if he expected someone to be eavesdropping on their conversation. In truth, the president, or anyone that stepped foot into this office had no privacy. There were cameras and microphones hidden all over the room curtseys of the secret service.
They had even taken it up on themselves to heighten their already tight security because of the nasty letters that members of parliament have been sending to the president. Those nasty letters were threats that the president should resign or they would tell the public of his gender preferences.
They had it so wrong.
Shukaku was confused about his sexual preferences at the moment. Occasionally spotting a cute male and having some odd thoughts about him just as any other man but it could be considered normal seeing as to which day and age they lived but it was his son that he was worried about.
He turned his attention back to Kyuubi to notice that he was standing on his feet and bouncing enthusiastically as he described a massive car crash.
"- then the car went whoosh!" he exclaimed flinging his arms into the air his jacket rising with the act to reveal the blue shirt that was tucked tightly into his pants for just such occasion. "They couldn't even believe it! And the high cost of Medicare must have sent them into a hissy fit! I'm positive that Medicare can't cover all those but if we cancel the Aburame claim and nullify the old bill we could construct a completely new and completely better bill. Everyone will love it!" the redhead said nodding enthusiastically as well. Shukaku really didn't have the patience to listen to his babbling secretary anymore. He had a massive headache brewing plus he had a tabloid to read.
"I'm sure that that's a great idea but I need some alone time. I have a lot on my mind that I need to sort through. Especially concerning my son." he said as he exhaled through his nose. Kyuubi's spirit died down and he sat back down with a pout but sobered up a little afterwards.
"Is it about Gaara being gay?"
"It is about Gaara being everything." the president sighed and tiredly pushed himself from his table and over to the wall with a picture frame of him and his son when the boy had turned 16. They were standing in front of a water land amusement park in nothing but swim trunks as they smiled broadly into the camera.
He missed that Gaara. The Gaara that could do more than smirk and stare blankly at him when he tried to scold him. He missed the splitting image of himself. The same broad smile and sandy blonde hair with brown and red streaks.
After he had been elected president not eleven months ago he noticed that his boy started to change. He became withdrawn and distant. Not to mention cold. To everyone.
Then he met the ever enthusiastic Kyuubi who unconsciously encouraged him to fully dye his hair red. That was eight months ago when he was fully moving into the white house. After that Gaara got a tattoo and decided to proudly present it when he not only came late but also stood not more than three feet away on stage to his right at his inauguration. The camera was more directed at him than the new president being sworn in.
Gaara had the audacity to put a Japanese kanji on the part of his face where his newly cut hair was parted. It was there for the world to see. The kanji said 'Love'. Shukaku had started to wonder if his boy was thinking that he no longer loved him so he made it his duty to visit him in his room every night and kiss the tattoo that he detested and told him that he loved him. The first time he had done it his son's teal eyes had widened very much and his jaw had hung open. Shukaku felt offended by the gesture but ignored it as he left. After a week Gaara started replying. Telling his father that he loved him back. It made Shukaku's heart swell.
"I'm going into the lounge." he pulled the picture frame open and closed the space between his eye and the eye scanner emitted a green beam that scanned his golden eyes then beeped rapidly five times before several licks were heard clicking and the supposed wall with the oval seal hanging on it simply swung forward.
"But-"
"We will speak later," he said dismissively and stepped into the room. He pressed a button on the wall and waited for the satisfying click of the locks of the door before he sighed heavily and collapsed on a soft velvet sofa face first. He sighed as he remembered the old days. The better days.
Things were going so well back then until Gaara popped up in his office with a rebellious looking taller and older blonde male and proclaimed that the man was his boyfriend. His Gaara had only been eighteen. The man looked like he was in his late twenties. In truth the man was only twenty-three and was very beautiful with his outstanding ocean blue eyes but he obviously was a bad influence. The biker appearance was enough to have Shukaku's blood boiling at the fact that Gaara could betray him like that!
He'd initially wanted to lock the redhead up and put him away for as long as it took for him to finally announce that he's straight once more. Even if it meant sending in various women to seduce him!
But he hadn't.
And even though his blood was boiling to the extent that his ears were turning red he had exhaled sharply and shook the boy's hand. His name was Narowto. Or something close to that. He hadn't cared to learn his name.
He did however have some of his bodyguards start to make themselves visibly noticeable when they went out on their 'dates'. The things that they did that the guard had reported to him and described to him physically made him sick to his stomach. He ordered them to keep them a reasonable distance apart after he realized that his boy was sexually active.
"Oh God!" the president moaned into the couch before slowly rolling and falling off. "He may have contracted something!" he wailed feeling very useless.
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Gaara smirked at the man under him before proceeding to grind away like there was no tomorrow. "Oh shit!" the man groaned loudly throwing his head back and gripping unto Gaara's hips as though they were his lifeline.
"You're moaning like a wanton bitch," Gaara commented lowly barely focusing on the man underneath him. This was a pathetic one. They were still clothed and doing only a little bumping and grinding and yet the loser had already come. Twice.
He looked up at him and growled lowly but Gaara crushed their erections together and had the man whimpering like a desperate puppy.
Gaara sighed. He was bored now. They'd been at this for a little over 20 minutes and he had to admit that his erection was upset with him. It didn't want to live with just the exotic look of the men that caught their interest. Truth be told, Gaara was still a virgin so any guy could do him but at this point in the teen's mind he wanted someone who kept on intriguing him. Made him continuously want more and more. He was tired of 'face sex' as he liked to call it because it was the man's face that would excite him but his aura would just kill Gaara's mood.
Just like this one was.
His name was Sasuke Uchiha. They were currently hiding away from the public at the Uchiha's family penthouse at the very top of a very well established building. This was the first time that they were being intimate and it was also their last.
Sasuke was gorgeous. Always had been. Always will be. Rich, smart, nasty sense of humor, perverted and most importantly rich. The ideal qualities that someone, not like Gaara, would chase.
The Uchiha was all bark and no bite. Here the famous and mighty Uchiha was, under him practically crying to be taken by the younger and smaller male. Gaara almost rolled his eyes.
'Besides…' Gaara thought stopping abruptly as he got fed up with the show. 'He's a bore now…' he really had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.
The Uchiha's head snapped up as he grabbed the thin waist of the president's son to force him to continue to sit on him. Sasuke had really thought that something interesting would be happening, any minute soon. So why was the sexy red head getting up?
"Release me," he said in a very bored tone as if he hadn't just been grinding their erections to mush. Sasuke fixed him with a cold glare to which he chuckled and brushed aside like a pouting child. He gently pried Sasuke's fingers from his waist and gracefully pulled away. "My father must be having a panic attack," he said monotonously. He grabbed his shoulder bag and sauntered his way to the bathroom all the while keeping the attention of a very stunned, very rejected Uchiha. "Hope you don't mind me using you're shower." he called before closing and locking the door. He didn't want anyone to get any naughty ideas. He almost chuckled at the thought.
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"Are you going to leave now?" Sasuke asked much more composed than he was half hour ago. Gaara was currently drying his red locks while making sure they stuck out just right. He liked the thought of a red halo. It seemed attractive to him. Perhaps it would one day attract his mystery man. His hidden prince charming.
"Didn't you hear when I said that my father must be worried sick? I swear. The man needs to lighten up. What does he think I'm doing?" Gaara scoffed. Sasuke raised an amused brow but kept his comments to himself.
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Kyuubi narrowed his eyes at the wall that the president had been wailing behind for the past hour.
"What's going on?" he heard a familiar voice ask from behind him. He spun around delightedly and immediately pulled the younger redhead into his arms. He let out a strangled gasp and the guard that was standing inconspicuously near the wall took several warning steps forward. Kyuubi smiled sheepishly before releasing Gaara and brushing down his hair, which spiked back into place, and dusting off his clean clothes.
"Oh no!" Shukaku wailed from the other side of the wall. Gaara raised a thin almost invisible brow and stared at the place where the sound came from. He blinked several times before walking over to the wall and pulling the picture frame open.
"Uhmm G- Gaara," Kyuubi stuttered hesitant to what he should be saying. Gaara stepped away from the retina scanner to look at his role model.
"What is it Kyuu?" he asked narrowing his eyes but they still held a bit of amusement in them.
He hesitantly looked towards the wall and wrung his wrist. "You're father's having a nervous breakdown," he blurted his golden eyes piercing into teal one. Gaara again raised a thin eyebrow. "He's really worried about you Gaara." Kyuubi said quietly pulling Gaara into a softer embrace. "I really think you should-"
"I'm a bad father! What man can't even keep track of his own kid much less a country?" Shukaku wailed.
Gaara shook his head in amusement but hid his smile. "I'll go talk to him," he said pulling away from Kyuubi and moving back to the retina scanner. His irises were accepted and the beeping and clicking of locks were heard.
•
Shukaku peeked up from his place on the floor to look at the intruder. He was pretty sure that it would be Kyuubi coming in to check on him. He had been shouting for quite a while now and perhaps he had a meeting soon. He would need to compose himself. But not yet. He wanted to cry some more.
"Father," he heard the monotonous voice of his son and was off the ground in a second. He blinked several times to make sure he wasn't dreaming but as he blinked he came face to face with all his problems.
"Gaara," he breathed clearing his throat and exhaling loudly. He slumped into the couch and buried his face in his hands. Gaara had to once again suppress the urge to roll his eyes.
'This is the man that's supposed to run this country?' he thought but he realized he couldn't really be upset. He was having a lot of pressure put on him and he really did love him. Gaara had to admit the fact that his father would give up his position for him in a heart beat. He sighed loudly and placed himself beside his father. He wasn't sure what to say about his behavior as of late so he decided to wait for one of his father's legendary scolding. However the man just sat there quietly. Seemingly statue like.
Gaara felt very awkward but he soon just decided to relax. This was still his father. The man who had been there for him since his mother had left so many years ago. He scooted closer to his father and slung his arm around his shoulder then laid his head down. At first he had expected his father to tense up and move away but he didn't even shift a muscle. "Father?" he questioned lifting his head but Shukaku pulled it back down and rested his hands in the red locks. He heard Shukaku exhale loudly before turning and hugging Gaara to his chest. He hadn't expected that but he relaxed into the loving touch. No man's touch could compare. "Father," he whispered softly.
"Where have you been? I've missed you so much? What have you been up to?" Shukaku finally released him and looked into his son's teal eyes.
Gaara broke it and looked to the ground. "I've been… occupied," he whispered. "I'm sorry for worrying you."
Shukaku relaxed into the couch and looked at his beloved son with warm but tired eyes. "I realize that I cannot stop you from going out there and doing what you want but please… be careful. I don't want you catching anything out there," Gaara stared at him with horrified eyes.
'What is he saying?' he thought a headache forming.
"I'm not concerned about the public views and opinions but about your health. They haven't got a cure for everything," he glanced at Gaara, "But I will be willing to-"
"Father!" Gaara exclaimed pushing up from the couch. Shukaku stared at him with confused eyes. "What are you trying to say?"
Shukaku closed his and sighed, "You're a very attractive young man, Gaara, and I'm aware of you're sexual preferences and most men out there are very-"
"Father!"
"I know this is very awkward for you but we really should discuss-"
"There's nothing to discuss-"
"Please don't interrupt-"
"You don't interrupt! I'm not sexually active father!" Gaara shouted. That was probably the loudest he had spoken in months. His father stared at him with bulging eyes for a few minutes in silence.
"But the blonde boy with the piercings…" his father spoke softly. Gaara sighed and rubbed his face before going back to sit on the couch beside his father. He stared at him with weary eyes.
"Naruto was just a thing. We didn't do anything uhm explicit," 'If that word could be used,' he mused.
"Oh," was all Shukaku said before slumping back in the couch and seeming much older than thirty-five.
"Father, I'll be more careful. I promise. You really shouldn't worry about me. You have bigger problems to worry about," he waved vaguely towards a map on the far side of the wall that faced them of their country. Shukaku raised a blonde brow and looked over to his son before chuckling darkly.
"You are my biggest problem," he chuckled lightly. Gaara glared playfully at him before getting from the couch.
"I'm going to my room. If you need me just call." he said before going before the retina scanner and identifying himself he was satisfied with the clicking of the many locks. "Do me a favor," he said before stepping out. "Please don't need me." Shukaku smiled at the couch before sighing and falling asleep.
Kyuubi timidly pushed his head in while quietly knocking on the frame of the door. "Mr. Sand?" he called but was answered with the light snoring of the president. He quietly slipped into the room and peeked over the couch at the president. He snickered lightly before pulling out his phone and snapping a couple pictures of the sleeping man. He snickered some more before creeping out.