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Chapter 04

Fifteen years ago

The weather was perfect for the, to Neji, sad day.

Colourful leaves lay spread across the ground, a cold wind blew through the air, cooling his small body and it was raining mildly. The drops crawled down his pale skin, dampened his long hair and if he stood much longer in front of the grave even the clothes he wore underneath his jacket would be wet.

But the six-year-old couldn't care less about the weather or his health tomorrow. Because today was the anniversary of his parents' death and he was allowed this time alone which was almost a miracle.

Coming from a Yakuza clan meant that he wasn't allowed to leave the compound on his own aside from going to school. He was only six thus unable to defend himself. And with the Hyuuga-white-eyes all family-members had he stood out in a crowd, easily recognized as being a child of a Yakuza clan.

That meant he was an easy target, it would almost be effortless to either kidnap or kill him. Both disastrous for the clan thus everything was done to protect the children. Because even though they were allowed to lead a happy few first years, attending public school, it never truly was freedom a normal child had.

Because a normal child wasn't used to having a bodyguard walk him home, a normal child didn't look out for suspicious persons that might want to harm him.

But being able to attend public school, be around those normal children and even at their young age pretend for a while was a joy to the children of the Hyuuga clan. Although not all needed to pretend, only the smart ones understood what was going on and why they were different.

Neji was one of those children, at the age of six already having a very clear view of what the world was and what his future would be. Of course, the reality of murder and such was not known to the child but that it was not allowed he knew.

His father had never spoken with him about the family-business, as some liked to call it. He knew Hizashi had never spoken about his pride and joy, because that was what the family was to almost all of them, because his mother had forbidden it.

She was a gentle woman that had always labelled herself unlucky for falling for such a dangerous man. She wanted Neji to know nothing about the horrors of blackmailing before the age of twelve, preserving his innocence as long as possible.

They had been amazing, his entire world, his parents.

Until the day the police made a grave mistake they paid for with many losses.

It was already highly uncommon the police raided a Yakuza family, but apparently the last victim had taped everything and the police saw ground enough to loudly break down the door of the compound in the middle of the night.

What had made this raid into the massacre it is spoken of today was the fact Neji and his mother were taken since they would not give up Hizashi's hiding spot. It was quite easy. Hizashi would be killed when found, a woman and child were merely locked up. And with them being Yakuza, free before the night was over.

It was the sacrifice women of the clan made for their husbands, for it was one of the few things they could do.

Before they were taken away, shoved into a police-van and driven off into the dark night, the police-officer in charge thought he could show the Yakuza who was boss.

Reaching out to hit Neji's mother, the child had defiantly stood in front of her with his arms wide and his expression angry.

The officer had smirked, hit Neji instead and he had fallen to the ground because of the force of the blow.

A shot rang through the compound and a head-shot killed the man that had dared to hit Neji, a Yakuza-child.

His mother had then begged for him to stay down, he had closed his eyes tightly and pressed his small hands against his ears because he had been told to do so when and if this situation would ever occur.

When he was roughly pulled off of the ground again he screamed and kicked until the calm voice of his uncle told him to calm down, it was over.

That was now a year ago and in the beginning the death of his parents had been hard on Neji, as it would be for every child.

And even now, after months of crying and coming home to disappointment after disappointment he could not help but feel slightly betrayed. Because his parents had promised to be there for him, to love him forever.

Yet here he stood, alone in front of the big grave with his uncle waiting at the gates of the cemetery.

"They are never truly gone."

A voice, meant to be comforting but sounding almost dauntingly cold to Neji, drifted to him and Neji turned his head.

A boy, taller than him but by no means an adult, with skin paler than his own and long, silky raven-coloured hair was watching him through almond-shaped dark eyes. He stood straight, with his hands pushed into the pockets of his pants and Neji frowned.

"Who are you?" He questioned, slightly offended someone dared to interrupt him while he was mourning his parents death.

The other boy watched silently for a few seconds before slowly walking to Neji, who was watching him suspiciously.

When the black-haired youth stood in front of the grave he turned and bowed his head respectfully. "I am Itachi Uchiha." The boy said and he looked at Neji compassionately. "I lost my mother when I was your age."

Neji blinked. He knew who the Uchiha's were, they were Yakuza too and his uncle worked together with them sometimes. He cocked his head to the side and watched Itachi with childish curiosity. Would he be working with Itachi when he grew up?

But suddenly the words the other had spoken registered and Neji's face fell into a sad pout, murmuring: "I'm sorry for your loss."

Itachi blinked and then the tiniest of smiles graced his lips. "Thanks, Neji." He said.

The Hyuuga blinked. "You know me?" He asked curiously.

"Yes," Itachi nodded and extended his own small hand for Neji to take. "Your uncle wants us to be friends."

Owlishly the Hyuuga watched the hand before trailing his eyes upwards again until he met with Itachi's black ones. He then looked at the grave and turned back to the Uchiha again. "Mother always said I should make friends." He muttered to himself.

Then a small yet hesitant smile appeared on his lips and with cheeks slightly flushed from both cold and excitement took Itachi's hand in his even smaller one. "You're my first friend." He said proudly.


Five years ago

He took a drag of his cigarette, watching as the smoke twirled in the air.

He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable but failing miserably. He knew he couldn't get comfortable until he had told Itachi what was bothering him.

He took a breath and watched the man that sat next to him, on the other side of the couch.

He already knew Itachi wouldn't mind, but he was still nervous nonetheless. They had been friends for ten years now and this was the first real time he was going to openly and voluntary tell Itachi something about himself.

Normally they found out things about each other through their families, their work and because of rumours that tended to go around.

And it was fine that way, because neither man was the kind of person to enjoy talking about feelings.

But this, Neji had decided, was something he needed to tell his friend in person. Because, even though he had rather seen things differently, Itachi was part of the thing that was bothering him.

"Neji, put out that fucking cigarette and tell me what the fuck is eating at your nerves." Itachi said suddenly, glaring at his friend and adding: "You're annoying me."

The Hyuuga blinked and slowly turned away from Itachi, taking another drag of his cigarette before obediently putting it out in the ashtray that stood on the glass coffee-table in front of him.

He licked his lips, a nervous-tic, and he turned on the couch so he was now facing Itachi. Because he wanted to see the man's reaction, read the expression on that pale face when he asked the question he'd been dying to ask.

With half-lidded eyes he watched as Itachi turned his head to face him as well. Taking a breath Neji cocked his head to the side and trying to sound casual, inquired: "What's it like to have sex with a man?"

Itachi raised an elegant eyebrow, his entire expression showing nothing more than his usual blankness. He did turn his head to the side a bit and calmly asked: "Why?"

Neji watched, gauged his friend's reaction and caught the smallest glimmer that flashes through the black orbs. Itachi was at least interested in his reasons for asking and to Neji at that moment, was good enough.

He raised his gaze until he locked his opalescent eyes with Itachi's and he allowed a smirk to play on his lips. "Because I want to have sex with a man." He admitted, his voice just the littlest bit lower than normal.

Itachi was gay, Neji had known that ever since he was twelve and because Itachi was his friend, he had always been interested in that. But nowadays he found himself attracted to men, Itachi atop of his list.

The reason was simple, Itachi was gorgeous and even someone who hated the man with a passion would admit that the Uchiha was a vision to behold.

So, Neji had decided that if he were to ever sleep with a man, loose his virginity, Itachi would be the one with that honour if he wanted to. Because Neji trusted no-one in the world more than he did Itachi, because they had known each other for ten years and most of all, because Neji was attracted to Itachi.

He wasn't in love with the man, probably never would be because there were so many things about Itachi that annoyed him. But he was sixteen, he wanted sex and he wanted it now with Itachi and his fist true love could be screwed.

"You experience having sex, Neji." Itachi told the young man, the smallest of smirks on his lips. "I'd have to show you."

Neji licked his lips, watching his friend for a few seconds. This was an invitation if he'd ever seen one and without a doubt was he going to accept it.

To some that might seem a bit strange, seeing that they were friends. But they were also Yakuza and teenagers and so far, nothing about their friendship had been normal. No reason to start now.

So with a sensual smirk set on his lips and with his gaze locked on Itachi's he crawled to the sexy man on the other side of the couch.

Itachi watched him with a raised eyebrow, the littlest hints of lust swirling through his black orbs, and that same, all-knowing smirk.

When he reached his friend, Neji moved himself until he sat on Itachi's lap, his arms moving to broad shoulders and he allowed his fingers to weave through silky, long hair. "Oh, really now?" He murmured and looked at the Uchiha with hooded eyes.

Itachi hummed, a low and sensual sound that send shivers down Neji's body, and placed his hands against Neji's hips, pulling the Hyuuga closer to him. "Really," he said and then with a serious expression added: "But don't expect things you won't get."

A small smile appeared on Neji's lips. Itachi was one of the few persons that got to see him smile as he also knew that he himself was one of the few persons Itachi didn't just use. Hence why he was reminded this was just sex, nothing more and nothing less.

"Hmm, I just want my friend to show me what good sex between men is like." He whispered, his breath ghosting across Itachi's thin lips and he simply couldn't help himself.

He hungrily pressed his lips down onto Itachi's, his tongue impatiently and greedily breaching past the Uchiha's lips and exploring the hot, wet cavern. His chest moves against Itachi's strong abs and he pushed his pelvis against Itachi's groin wantonly.

He knew he didn't really have reasons for not telling Itachi about his attraction, but doubt can be a strange thing. Especially to the teenage mind. But now he deemed himself ridiculously shy and stupid for having walked around particularly lusting after his best friend for the past half year.

So now that he finally was allowed to touch the Uchiha as he wished, he took full pleasure in that and wanted to get fucked as soon as possible.

After a second or two Itachi returned the lust-filled, almost desperate, kiss and stroked Neji's tongue with his own, claiming dominance over the younger male. One of his hands trailed down the Hyuuga's back, teasingly stroking Neji's spine and his other hand disappeared underneath a dark-blue shirt.

With a muffled moan Neji leaned into the touch of Itachi's strong, warm hand and he shivered when that same hand quickly and deftly found its way to a dusk nipple.

Itachi smirked into the kiss, delighted he is succeeding this rapidly in taking control of Neji. Of course, the youngsters inexperience and teenage-hormones are partially to blame for that but that didn't stop the rush of sweet desire that courses through the Uchiha's body.

Hot fingers, burning Neji's skin, dip into the back of his pants and with a slightly shocked gasp Neji pulled away from the kiss, his head falling down onto Itachi's broad shoulder.

He turned his head, his hair falling down Itachi's chest, and nipped and licked the pale skin of the Uchiha's neck. When a soft sigh escaped Itachi Neji nipped the skin again, his tongue teasing the red mark he left afterwards.

And then Itachi's hand slipped completely inside his pants, caressing the skin he came across and Neji bucked his hips with a breath escaping him. This entire experience was the most arousing thing he'd ever gone through in his entire life and the prospect of Itachi lying him down on the couch and ravishing him has Neji groan.

"Itachi," he muttered huskily, his hands stroking down Itachi's chest and slipping underneath the shirt the man was wearing. The skin felt soft and supple under his touch and as his hands moved upwards, so did Itachi's shirt revealing unmarred pale skin to Neji's eyes.

When one of Itachi's fingers found its way to Neji's entrance and stroked across it quickly before pulling away again Neji released a shuddering breath before pushing his hips forward in a begging gesture. He moaned loudly when his already hard, clothed cock brushed against Itachi's aroused member.

With a smirk Itachi leaned forward, effectively pushing his own groin a bit closer against Neji's and he breathed heavily into Neji's ear. "So aroused and hungry already, Neji." He murmured, licking the shell of the teen's ear.

"Hmm, yes." Neji moaned. "Wanted you for so long. Take me, Itachi." He breathed, his hands both stroking and clawing at Itachi's skin as the man's tongue teased his ear while both his hands stimulated his chest and ass.

Itachi's dark, sensual chuckle sent shivers coursing through Neji's body and he cried out in surprise and delight when Itachi pulled his hands away only to place them on Neji's sides and turning him so he lay flat on his back on the couch.

He stared up at Itachi with burning eyes and a greedy expression. He reached up his hands to bury them in Itachi's long locks and forcefully dragged the Uchiha down to place a rough, demanding kiss onto those luscious lips.

His tongue lapped at Itachi's lips but he was denied entrance for Itachi pulled away and Neji's arm were pinned above his head by one of Itachi's strong hands.

Meanwhile, Itachi's free hand pushed up Neji's shirt and with an almost evil smirk tied his wrists together, forcing Neji's hands to stay pinned above his head and Neji gasped and licked his lips with smouldering eyes.

Itachi's hands stroked down the pale skin of Neji's chest, lingering only shortly at dusk nipples before finding their way to the top of dark pants.

"Gorgeous," Itachi complimented lustfully when he pulled down Neji's pants.

"Aah," Neji gasped and a small flush appeared on his cheeks at now being naked in front of a still fully dressed Itachi. "I want to see you too." He asked, his blush growing when Itachi raised an amused eyebrow.

A wicked grin then spread across the Uchiha's face and shaking his head he said: "Next time, Neji. Impatient boys don't get rewarded."

Neji blinked, disappointed and confused. But when Itachi grabbed his pants and took the small tube of lube out of one of the pockets he blushed scarlet. "That's –"

"And a naughty boy too." Itachi teased with a smirk, afterwards licking his lips and coating his fingers with the sticky substance while looking at Neji with a leering expression.

The Uchiha leaned forward, his breath ghosting across Neji's lips when he spoke. "No turning back after this. Are you sure?" Because Neji was, besides being a pleasure to the eye and very eager, his friend.

With a smirk Neji nodded. "I'm sure." He husked.

And then Itachi was kissing him, that sinful tongue plundering his mouth and a long finger slowly pushed into him.

And he already knew what if felt like to be stretched, but to have someone else's fingers inside of him was so much better than his own. He moaned when the finger inside him moved, writhed underneath the Uchiha's heavenly touch.

And when a second finger joined the first he gasped, thrusting his hips backwards to get those fingers to enter him more deeply, hoping for them to find his prostate.

And when, after a few more strokes, those fingers indeed found his prostate Neji threw his head back with a loud groan.

Itachi continued his teasing stroking for a few more minutes, pulling out when he was certain Neji was stretched enough.

Smirking when Neji's hungry, desire-crazed eyes watched him he opened his pants and kicked them, along with his underwear, off and to the ground.

He then coated his member with lube, shivering at the coldness of it against his hot arousal, and gently pushed Neji's legs to the sides so he could lie down in-between them, positioning himself at Neji's entrance.

"Itachi," Neji whined, looking up at the Uchiha with a sultry smile and cheeks flushed from arousal. "No gentleness, fuck me now."

Raw desire coursed through Itachi and he pushed into Neji quickly, the Hyuuga throwing his head back with a cry in both pain and pleasure.

It hurt slightly and being entered so quickly hurt but the pleasure of being filled completely won easily.

When Itachi saw the slight pained expression fade and be replaced with the beginnings of pleasure he started a slow rhythm, his hand stroking Neji's cheek, moving down to his chest and he gently pinched the pink nub he came across.

"Aah, Itachi." Neji moaned, appreciating the slow pace but wanting nothing more than to be taken roughly and quickly. He pushed back his hips, demanding: "Faster."

And Itachi did move faster, his pace quickly, animalistic even and pants and moans filled the air.

Pale skin slapped against pale skin, Itachi's hair brushed against Neji's chest teasingly and the Hyuuga reached out to stroke himself in rhythm with Itachi's thrusts.

"Nnh, Itachi." He groaned, arching his back and when Itachi hit his prostate he threw back his head, gasping for air. "Haaa,"

"So tight Neji, so gorgeous. I'm close." Itachi husked.

"M-me too." Neji replied through his moans.

And then, after a few more thrusts, Neji cried out his friend's name as he came, waves of pleasure taking hold of his body and rendering him completely speechless.

Neji's walls clamping down on him sent Itachi over the edge and with a groan he came, his seed filling Neji and he steadied himself with his hands as to not crush Neji.

Both men lay together on the couch, panting in their afterglow and Neji stared at the ceiling, gasps leaving his body and his chest heaving.

"That was..." He started and after taking a deep breath happily continued. "A wonderful first time."

And with a hum Itachi couldn't help but agree that it had indeed been great sex.

"Itachi?" Neji suddenly murmured, earning himself a hum in reply and a little irritated he asked: "Take that damned shirt off of my hands."

A week later Neji was send on his first mission as a Sokaiya. After that, even though he had been raised for the job and liked it, Itachi and himself regularly slept together.

Their excuse was to relieve tension and it was, in the most pleasurable of ways.

TBC.