Gaara woke up feeling very comfortable and pressed to a hard body. He felt his heart sputter in his chest as he realized that he was indeed kidnapped, on the road with said napper, sleeping with the napper and that he had feelings for his napper. I fought viscously against the blush that was creeping its way up his neck and then realized that it wasn't only because he was so close to one Neji Hyuuga but also because he felt Neji's morning hood. The word alone sent his face crimson.
"Good morning," Neji murmured the arm already slinked over Gaara's waist tightening and pulling the redhead impossibly closer. Gaara had never been more thankful that his bladder was full and promptly removed himself from Neji's grasp all the while making sure the other could not see his. "You're still upset about yesterday?" the longhaired brunette questioned incredulously. Gaara chose to remain silent as the feelings of yesterday's assault started to rage war against his disobedient libido. He internally cursed it and begged it to behave. He just had a gut feeling that if Neji were to so much as touch him he'd give in.
So he ran away. Into the bathroom only a few short feet away but it was more feet so more distance between them until he could calm himself down. It was all the feet he'd need. As he heard Neji getting up from the bed, he hurried into the bathroom as casually as possible before closing it behind him.
Gaara breathed a sigh of relief when he twisted the lock on the bathroom door and it clicked with a satisfying ting. Moving away from the door he dropped his shorts and boxers and started to relieve himself. He rubbed the back of his hand over his face before he dropped down on the seat.
He didn't sleep well last night because he couldn't get his mind to settle down. Since his little revelation the previous night he couldn't stop wondering if what he was feeling was real. Afterall he didn't have anything to compare it to. He loved Kyuubi. He loved him a great deal but he didn't fantasize about Kyuubi holding him or get so easily turned on when the elder man looked at him. Kyuubi was more like the elder brother he wished he had which was why he'd dyed his hair to match his. He felt closer to him somehow when he did it.
That was a platonic kind of love. It didn't feel the same way it did when he thought about Neji. A small blushed creeped up his cheeks but this time he let it be. He wouldn't downright declare that he had feelings for the older man but he wouldn't deny that he felt something. Because he did. And he kind of liked it.
He loved adventure. This was just another adventure that he would go on for a ride and just enjoy the thrill of it.
Finally made up his mind, he got up from the toilet and decided to take a shower. He felt a bit sticky and who knew what the evil, villainous Hawk would force him to do today. He chuckled at the thought and smiled at the tightening in the pit of his stomach.
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Neji narrowed his eyes at the bathroom door. Gaara hadn't gone to bed as early as he had said he would and he kept waking up. Obviously he was being plagued by thoughts that he couldn't quite sort.
He couldn't have Gaara thinking. About anything. He liked the feisty nature of the redhead but he wouldn't allow them to be caught because Gaara felt spontaneous.
Getting up from the bed he stretched his muscles then made his way to a drawer and quietly opened it before pulling out a handheld medical bag and unzipped it. Inside were many small containers, injection needless, replacement needless and some vials with stopper tops for easy access.
Pulling out an empty injector he pressed it through the top of a stopper and pulled the plunger up filling it up to 20 with the liquid. Setting the needle aside he put the contents back in the bag and was just closing the drawer when he heard the shower start. Picking the needle up he pressed the plunger slowly and watched as some of the liquid spurt from the top. He flicked it twice with his middle finger before pressing again. Satisfied with the result he set it in the top drawer of his own things. He was going to inject Gaara with that and knock him out for a half a day or so. More than enough time to change locations to someplace he was sure the redhead wouldn't be planning an escape plan.
Running through nearby places to take the redhead he pulled of his shirt and started to stretch. He hadn't exercised in so long. He needed to work up a sweat. Other than sexually abusing a certain cute redhead. He smirked at the thought before dropping to the ground to work on his abs and legs.
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The sight that greeted the freshly bathed Gaara was one that made him want to go back in the bathroom and wash his dirty mind out!
Here he stepped out of the bathroom finally calm enough and having enough courage to demand Neji that he let him use a computer to check his mail or something; that something being research on love, and he walks in the room to see a glistening pale back rising and falling as the long haired man did push ups. His hair caught in a high ponytail but the end splayed over his back and spilling over his shoulder. The first naughty thought that came to mind was goddamn was this man hot! And the second thought, much more vicious than the first, was if that was how Neji looked when they did it!
He felt his head begin to ache as he struggled to tear his eyes away from the too erotic scene and found that he just couldn't. Before he had a chance to really start to appreciate the view Neji groaned before lowering himself close to the ground and rolling over onto his back. His chest heaved slowly as he sucked in lungfuls of needed air. Gaara's mouth went slack as he watched the peeks of sunlight through the curtain illuminate Neji's body and bounced and shone on crystal beads of sweat. His matted sweaty hair stuck to his chest and flayed on top of his head. He couldn't see his eyes because he used his forearm to cover his eyes most likely as a shield from the sun.
Gaara's eyes shyly slid down his body and landed on the limp member lying along his leg. His eyes widened comically as his mouth fell further open and a hot blush rose high on his cheeks. Who exercises naked?! He thought furiously. What the hell kind of a wicked deadly so called Hawk was he? Well he was going to do something about that! Stupid no good Neji putting dirty thoughts in his mind and he just got out of the shower! Stalking back into the bathroom he grabbed an unopened bar of soap and stalked quietly back into the room to see Neji still heaving on the floor. How had the Hawk managed to steal so many things? Raising his arm he chucked the soap at the man's abdomen a smirk on his lips as he waited for it to connect but was scared out of his skin when Neji rolled away, hopped up and was before Gaara before he could move. Harshly grabbing his arm Neji twisted it behind him painfully making him scream before he shoved him into the wall before pressing a knife to the side of his face.
The color drained from his face as he sucked in panicked gasps of breathe. "Neji!" he gasped his face being pushed into the wall by what he assumed to be Neji's elbow.
"Gaara, please, don't do unnecessary things." he spoke so softly Gaara had to strain to hear through the pounding of his heart in his ears. "I could have sliced your throat open!" he laughed releasing him and turning away. Gaara slowly turned to look at him breathing deeply as he touch the spot where the knife had been. "I'm going to take a shower." He turned back and winked at him, as if he hadn't switched to playful, coy and sarcastic from deadly cougar mode in half a second flat and attacked him. "Feel free to join," he cocked a brow and let a sexy smile crawl onto his face before he turned and disappeared behind the bathroom door.
There was no longer any doubt in Gaara's mind that this was an efficient man. A deadly efficient man with a goal. A goal that he obviously wasn't going to let anyone stop him from reaching. Be it either his enemies, whoever they may be, or a priceless jewel with the title 'the president's son'.
Gaara moved shaky feet one before the other before he finally reached the bed and slowly sank down into it. Why had this had to happen to him. He was probably the most dull person in the world who decided, after waking up one morning, that he wanted a little thrill, that he wanted adventure. Adventure! Some fun, excitement!
But what had he gotten? A possibly deadly man who liked to go after anything that caught his eye. What if he saw something along the way that he deemed more worthy than Gaara? What would the Hawk do then? Would he kill him or would he just dump him? He shivered involuntarily at the thoughts and curled his body into a curve. Why had the first man he liked had to be him? What if Neji didn't like him like he did enough to keep him?
His chest ached painfully as he clutched at the front of shirt. Why was he hurting? Was that why his dad hadn't bothered to get a new wife? Because heart break hurt so much? He heaved a sigh before turning his face into the pillow and closed his eyes tightly.
This wasn't love... People who love people don't hurt them do they? Maybe that's only if it's one-sided... like in his case. He sighed before he let his stress fall from his shoulder as he drifted to sleep.
Feeling his stomach rumble he groaned softly before frowning and started to get up. He let out a squeal and quickly rolled over as he looked up at a tall figure looming over him. Scrambling to the other side of bed he finally took a good look at the figure. It was Neji. His hair wrapped up in a towel with a few dark brown locks escaping the towel and curling along his face and neck. "What is it Neji?"
"I heard your stomach growling," he cracked a smirk. "I take it you wanna go get something to eat?" he grinned. Gaara breathed a sigh he didn't know was waiting to be released before getting up. Looking down at his clothes he frowned before folding his arms across his chest and cocked a hip.
"Am I supposed to wear this?" he asked cocking a thin brow. Neji grinned again before tossing a bag on the bed.
"You'll wear that." he asked a slow smile creeping up on his face. Gaara, suspiciously eyeing the bag he bent over, snatched it up then pulled it open. His eyes widened as he took in the spiky dark blue wig. Pulling it out he sneered at it.
"Are you serious?" he asked incredulously still Frowning at the spiky thing. It reminded him of Sasuke's hair but with Naruto's spikes. And a little longer at the sides. He turned his sneer to Neji but it immediately fell to the ground as he saw Neji's face. He looked deadly serious and like he wasn't going to deal with whatever shit Gaara may come up with to not wear what he had arranged. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out instead he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly. Unconsciously he flinched and raised his hand to his neck where he could have sworn another cold blade was pressing against him. he closed his mouth with finality before looking down on the wig in his hands.
"You will wear what I have prepared. You will either do it willingly or..." he purposely let the threat hang. Gaara shivered as he winced at the familiarity between the way he spoke when he nearly broke his arm and how he was speaking now.
Probably if it was darker, he would submit and do what Neji told him to.
But it wasn't. So he wouldn't.
Fisting the wig he hurled it straight at Neji's face who of course caught it with one hand and glowered at the redhead. "Screw you asshole!" he shouted before grabbing the bag as well and tossing its contents at him.
Ducking and spinning out of the way, Neji swiftly made his way over to the tantruming redhead and grabbed his face. With one powerful yank he sent him crashing to the bed with a scream. But already he was coming at him, fists balled and screaming expletives.
He saw Gaara rear his hand and prepared for a fist that he would duck but when he ducked Gaara's foot shot out at him and nailed him in the shoulder. He growled in rage before rearing back his hand to land a right hook when Gaara ducked under his arm and started for the door. "Somebody help!" he screamed. "Help! Police!" he flung his hand out and grabbed the back of the shirt but felt skin a long with it. Gaara hissed in pain before spinning around to fire a barrage of kicks that Neji expertly blocked with his calves.
Remembering that he had the tranquilizer prepared and ready for just such an occasion he turned to get. Gaara seized the opportunity to twist his body and slide right out of his shirt. Screaming loudly he attacked the door. Wrenching it open he made one step outside before large hands grabbed his head and skilled fingers curled into his hair.
Neji got a perfect hold and an enough amount of red locks in his fist before he yanked back and flung the redhead back into the room. Gaara cried out painfully as his back met wood and the air rushed out of his lungs. He heaved kingdoms of breaths as Neji stalked over to him. His eyes were alight with a fire that he'd never seen before. His breath quickened again as he tried for one last scream but before he could even open his mouth wide enough Neji's hand was over it and he felt the bite of a needle on his shoulder before his world faded, the last thing he saw was Neji's pissed face.
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"Break it down! Break it down!" the manager urged his employee who nodded viscously. Stepping back at bit he stomped forward and flung his foot down on the door blasting it off it's hinges the manager, the brute employee and the timid maid who had reported the shouting cautiously walked inside. What greeted them stopped them in their tracks.
The maid blushed horribly and the guard casually turned his head while scratching the back of his neck nervously. The manager stood dumfounded.
"The hell!" the spiky black haired man shouted at the trio before grabbing his pretty girlfriend/ wife and pulled the covers up to his shoulder hiding her face. They'd walked in on the couple post coital. The man had been sprawled over her while she slept. She must've past out from all the romping.
"Our sincerest apologies!" the manager began hastily, backing up slowly. "One of my employees reported screams and strange noises coming from this room so naturally we came to investigate." he defended an alarmed expression on his face. He watched as a sly smile curl on the man's lip before he uncovered his girl's face.
"We like to play rough." he grinned before the grin melted to a loving smile and he bent down to pressed his lips to her temple. The manager glanced back to see that his traitorous employees had disappeared.
"Once again. Our apologies but please, tone it down, you're frightening the other guests." the man's jaw went slack before he shyly looked away.
"Sorry. I didn't realize we were so loud. I'm so sorry."
"That's alright. Just bare in mind that you have hall mates," he gave the man a warm smile before turning. He turned back around and gave a short laugh. "you know, your lady friend there looks a bit like Gaara Sabaku. The president's son. But he's probably curled up asleep in his room at home." the man gave him a quizzical look and he took it as an invitation to leave. Turning again he stepped out and hooked the door back in place as best as he could. Shaking his head he started down the hall. "Crazy couples these days," he sighed. Then he remembered that the couple needed to pay an extra $20 if the wanted to stay another night. Turning back around he made his way back to the room. Knocking on the crooked door he received no reply. Frowning he hurriedly scribbled down what they needed to pay and when it was best to pay it, assuming the man had joined his girl in slumber, he slowly pushed to door open. "What on earth?" he whispered the note falling from his hand to flutter to floor. The room was empty. Completely empty. The sheets hastily drawn over the bed but it's occupants gone along with their belongings. "What on earth?" he repeated dazed.
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Shukaku sighed as he turned in bed. His arm was slung in a cast and a sling and he had been sentenced to bed rest until it was fully healed. They didn't want him to jostle his shoulder too much which would delay the healing process as well as hurt a great deal. He was already dealing with mental stress and didn't want to put him through anything else. He glanced at Kyuubi who was snuggled on his uninjured side. After the hospital incident where he'd nearly had a heart attack at the thought that he'd lost both his son and his lover, he'd made sure to keep Kyuubi as close as he could.
He'd been awfully quiet as well. A quiet Kyuubi was never good. It made him worry that Kyuubi was blaming himself for all that was happening when truth be told there was nothing he could have done. Kyuubi expects to be the hero and save everyone when he himself was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Keeping the redhead close to his side was his way of discreetly watching over him to make sure that he's holding up well.
He showered him with love everyday too. As often as he could just to remind the fragile redhead of his love. He'd even tried to make love to him just to prove to him that everything was ok but he'd been rudely turned down. He chuckled at the hot blush that risen on his lovers face when he had asked. Kyuubi was just too adorable when he was embarrassed.
Said redhead groaned and rolled over on his back before he yawned loudly, stretch up high and curved his back making his short pajama top rise up to expose smooth abs also making Shukaku's nether region stir to awareness and then abruptly stopped to scratch his behind. Shukaku chuckled deeply before he pulled the waking man into his arms. "You are so hot when you scratch your ass in the mornings," he whispered nipping at the exposed ear. The expected blush rose high on his cheeks and disappeared into his hair. Turning the tips of his ears red as well.
"Shukaku!" he hissed. Accidentally batting his injured shoulder. Shukaku instantly recoiled and hissed at the pain. "Sorry! I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed hopping up on his knees and began poking and prodding the shoulder. Shukaku hissed a breath.
"Leave it Kyu!" but the redhead persisted. "I said let it be!" the president scowled with more ferocity than he needed. He stumbled out of the bed hugging his shoulder and cradling his arm while he tried to get his breaths under control.
"I'm really sorry..." he heard Kyuubi whisper behind him sadly. He took a deep breath before he turned around to look at what would most likely be a devastated expression on his lover's face and there was. He sighed before he walked over to the forlorn redhead and wrapped his good arm around him and pulled him close. Nuzzling his face into his neck he breathed in his scent.
"Let's have sex." he announced. Kyuubi gasped out loud before pulling apart and storming out of the room shouting.
"You idiot! And here I was worried that I'd hurt you!" he fumed stomping off down the hall. Shukaku pouted before slowing trailing after him.
"But you did hurt me," he whispered meekly. His pout growing even more.
"Hurt you my ass!" Kyuubi hissed tossing arms into the air. Shukaku perked up.
"Really?" he exclaimed eyes wide and pants bulging in anticipation.
"No you perverted idiot! Go back to bed!" Shukaku smirked before he followed his lover down the hall to the redhead's bedroom. He knew what was coming. Kyuubi knew it too. And so did his giddy member. He smirked at the thought.
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Gaara groaned as his eyes opened slowly and his body ached. He sucked in a strained breath as his head pounded and he lifted heavy arms to rub the sleep from his eyes. His hazy mind began to focus and with a start he remembered why he was in pain. Shooting up from his bed he looked around frantically for his kidnapper before spotting the silent man sitting cross legged with his back against the cloth looking wall. He narrowed his eyes when the man continued to stare at him his lilac eyes piercing in the darkness.
Gaara felt his heart grow heavy as fear stabbed at him making his snarky comments drop to the pit of stomach before churning dangerously. he wrapped his arm around his middle before he scrambled back, out of his bedding.
"You must be hungry." Neji spoke his voice as blank as his face and pupil-less eyes. Gaara wanted to protest that his stomach felt more full and churning than hungry but he couldn't find his voice. He instead nodded nimbly and watched as Neji unzipped the door and crawl out. Gaara took the opportunity to look around his new location.
He realized that it was a tent. He and his dad had gone fishing numerous times and when the rains had caught up to them before they could return to their cabin they'd set up a tent and camp out. Watching the stars and listening to nature. He felt his eyes tear up at the memories.
He missed his dad.
Missed his voice. His berating. His singing. His chastising. His disapproving tone. The look of love in his eyes.
He slapped his hand over his mouth as a sob creeped up his throat. "Everything alright?" he almost jumped out of skin when he saw Neji stooped by the doorway his face marred by frown lines.
"Why'd you hit me?" Gaara asked. Careful to keep his voice low and steady. He was not about to confess to his kidnapper that he was missing his daddy. After what Neji did back in the hotel he not only felt his heart breaking but also the unmistakable chill of fear creeping up his spine. He had no idea what Neji was capable of. When he thought he had him figured out the pale man always managed to surprise him. If he treated his so called precious jewel like that... what did he do to his enemies? He mentally shuddered at the thought.
Neji shuffled carefully into the room making sure not to spill the hot liquid before he settled it into Gaara lap and handed him a plastic spoon. "Eat." he commanded then turned and shuffled out of the room. Pausing at the door he turned to glance at Gaara from the corner of his eye. "Before it gets cold," Gaara felt goosebumps rise on his arms and the hair on his nape rise as he froze in the heated glare Neji sent his way. Without another word the long haired brunette the too small and too cold tent.
Later that night Gaara felt Neji returned to the tent and lay down beside him. He heard the brunette groan before moving closer to the redhead, draping an arm around him before pulling him flush against his strong abdomen until he could feel the hard bulge from the front of Neji's cotton shorts against his lower back. He felt a blush rise up his cheeks even as he felt his body shake. He still felt that creeping fear of the brunette but at the moment it was being over shadowed by his still strong attraction to the man. He felt his body start to respond to the man's slow touches along his side and chest. "Even though you really know how to piss me off," Neji growled in his ear moving down to suck and bite and lick the exposed skin. Gaara moaned before he wiggled his behind and push up even closer to him. Neji growled again before pushing up from the bedding and pushing the redhead beneath him. Claiming his lips as soon as his back connected with the bed hands started to roam, "You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he murmured against pink lips.
Feeling his arousal grow and his fear diminish he wrapped his arms around a strong back and Neji pressing even closer then hooked his leg between Neji's leg around a thigh while said man slowly began to grind their hardened lengths together.
Slowly peeling Gaara's quickly soaking Cotten shirt over his head he appreciate the site under him and started at a pale neck kissing and nipping as he worked his way down to a nipple. He worried the numb between his teeth while he needed Gaara's aching member in his palm but through the soft fabric.
"I had no idea he was so lame!" a man barked out laughing close to their tent. Neji's head snapped up as Gaara's eyes widened.
"What the hell-" the redhead began but was abruptly cut off when a pale hand slapped down on his mouth.
"You said it Suki!" another man laughed out.
Slowly and carefully peeling the hand away Gaara studied the tense face above that was still flushed from their previous activities. "They're probably just travelers," he made to keep his voice a bare whisper and as soothing as he possibly could.
"Some mysterious Hawk he is!" the first man said all traces of laughter gone from his voice.
Gaara only had time to register hearing several things clicking before all hell broke loose.
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