A/N: Haha, even though I just posted my first fanfic not even a day ago, I couldn't help but write this one when the idea randomly came to me.

Warnings: Yaoi (boy on boy), lemons coming up, will become very explicit. I guess you can say there's some shota in here, too (tho Gaara's around nineteen in this fic).

Credits to Kishimoto Masashi for the characters. The story is mine.

Prologue

"Danzō-sama, we have captured the intruder."

The man who spoke stood a respectful distance away, eyes trained carefully on the plush carpeted floor of the spacious office rather than the figure before him. Seated behind the large mahogany desk was a man whose appearance belied his powerful presence. Despite his advanced age, his shaggy hair remained ebony, and the permanently downturned thin lips and deep creases on his face gave him severe appearance along with the cross-shaped scar on his chin. A black cloth wrapped around his head, covering his right eye in a makeshift eye patch. His one dark gray eye regarded the man standing in front of the desk with cold appraisal. Despite the modern design of his office, he wore a white kimono with black tabi socks and black sandals. A black kimono draped over his shoulders, and a sturdy wooden cane rested against the desk.

Danzō Shimura, a successful, wealthy businessman to the outside world, but a renowned crime lord in the underworld. Of course, no one in the outside world knew this. He covered his tracks carefully and efficiently took care of every little mouse that got in his way. But it seemed as if someone had leaked his well-guarded secrets, and now the few who suspected him doggedly pursued him in hopes of a slip up.

That would not happen, however. Danzō was far too shrewd to let himself be caught, and the recent infiltration of his mansion had not shaken his plans in the slightest. He could easily rid himself of these kinds of pests without any traces leading back to him.

"I assume he will be rid of," Danzō stated to the man – one of the many bodyguards stationed in the mansion.

"About that…" the bodyguard hesitated, bringing the crime lord's attention to him immediately.

"Is there a problem?" Danzō asked, his steely words indicating that he would not be pleased if there was.

The bodyguard dipped his head in apology, still keeping his eyes trained on the floor. "No, Danzō-sama, but I believe exterminating the intruder would not be wise."

"And why is that?"

"Because the intruder is Uchiha Sasuke, the son of Uchiha Fugaku."

Now this did surprise the crime lord, but it did not show on his face other than the slight widening of his single eye. He leaned back in his seat thoughtfully. The Uchihas had been a thorn in his side for a long time now. Uchiha Fugaku, the head chief of the military police force, had always been suspicious about him, but Uchiha Fugaku was no longer an issue – he had been killed several years ago, along with his wife, in a freak accident that had been Danzō's own doing. Unfortunately, Uchiha Fugaku's two sons had survived. The eldest, Uchiha Itachi, had taken over his father's place at a surprisingly young age, and the youngest, Uchiha Sasuke, closely followed his brother's footsteps. The two brothers were famous and their virtuous deeds were widespread, which made them practically untouchable. And to think one of them was now in his hands.

To have one of the well-known brothers go missing suddenly was unwise, though. For now, Danzō decided to keep the boy as a hostage until he figured out how much the younger Uchiha knew. It would work well in his favor to gain an advantage over Uchiha Itachi.

Once the bodyguard left, the crime lord rested in his cushioned chair and flipped through the various documents on his desk. The sound of the door creaking open brought his attention up, his stern features pulling into an appreciative leer at the individual who quietly slipped into the room.

Seafoam green eyes outlined in smoky black held his gaze unwaveringly as the young man – a boy in Danzō's eyes – padded around the desk and climbed onto the crime lord's lap. Danzō immediately brought his hands up, groping the supple round backside as the boy settled into a straddling position over him. The boy placed graceful hands on the older man's shoulders, eyes never shifting from the crime lord's, his face perfectly emotionless.

The boy wore a priceless deep maroon-colored kimono made of the finest silks over his small, slender form. It was loose on him, exposing more than it hid, but Danzō liked the color on the boy. It accentuated his naturally crimson hair and went well with his fine pale skin – skin that he now touched with reverence, pushing the kimono off slim white shoulders and stroking his callused hands possessively over the expanse of smooth, baby-soft flesh.

As usual, the boy stayed relaxed, making no move to stop him, his apathetic countenance not flickering even once. This was part of the reason Danzō was so taken with the boy. No matter what he did to him, the boy never changed his expression, remaining passive and mostly unresponsive, never indicating whether he enjoyed the attentions lathered on him or not. This pleased Danzō because he had no patience for disobedient pets. The rest of his appeal, of course, was the boy's slender, youthful body that he offered without resistance. Not since the first few times, at least. Danzō had trained him well.

"Would you like a reward, my pet?" the crime lord inquired, his thumb stroking the bright red tattoo that marred the boy's left temple.

As expected the boy did not answer nor indicate that he had heard. Danzō slipped a hand under the kimono, groping a handful of firm, warm flesh of the boy's cheeks, fingers grazing the puckered entrance and finally bringing a reaction. It was just a tiny twitch, but it was enough to make the older man pleased.

"How would you like to have Uchiha Sasuke as yours, my Gaara?" Danzō asked his favorite concubine, not bothering to wait for an answer before he pulled the redhead down for a kiss.

A/N: Please review! First chapter will be posted tomorrow for sure, and future chapters will definitely be longer than the prologue. There will be lemons in the next chapter. You have been warned.