Chapter 10: Dangerous Desire
Pairing(s): Naru/Sasu and Gaa/Neji and mentions of Ita/Kisa
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Naruto... yeah I don't own it. It's the sole property of Masashi Kishimoto...and if by any chance you, Kishimoto-sama, are reading this, (not likely) I ADORE YOU!
A/N: Guys, guys...come on gimme some slack here. This is for 'Madridelover' and 'Sweet Dark Little Angel' ...you Gaara lovers fans you. Oh and 'KatVal'...you're right "Torrid" is insanely good. Thanks for the tip!
A/N2: Extra-long chapter here.
Warning: This chapter contains unadulterated sex. If you're under age in whichever country you are in, DO NOT READ THIS, I really do not want to get all my work deleted. So please kiddies, don't read this and if you do and all you faculties get flipped upside down or totally demolished I'm not responsible. I toldja so.
Beta: Nope. I'm still awesome like that –smirk-
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The high rise condominium looking over the deep blue Kohona bay was spotless; clean lines set in an open but minimalistic nature, soft earth toned colouring, light beige darkening to burnt gold and deep russet, bare elegant surfaces, plush wall-to-wall chocolate carpet and minimum decorations; perfectly suited to his nature.
Neji Hyuuga was standing barefooted, staring out the glass wall the separated him from the fathomless depths one hand into his pocket the other swirling a glass of white wine. The blue ocean seemed to be acting up, waves were rising and falling randomly. Neji hoped this wasn't a pitiful metaphor for his present condition.
Outwardly he looked perfectly composed, grey pants knife edged, blue sweater in perfect place, meter long cinnamon hair immaculately falling down the length of his back to brush against his thighs and patrician sculpted face currently sporting a look of bored elegance; but inwardly he was sweating bullets.
He had never been this apprehensive in his life. Ever.
Seeming to gaze out to the ocean, his inner mind was focused on a pair of deep emerald green eyes and fire red hair.
Gaara.
He shivered.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he was tracking the time; the Sabaku was to meet him soon. His personal antique Go board, the one painstakingly crafted with delicate ivy vines trailing around the edge with rare obsidian and pearl stones, was already positioned perfectly on the low table in the den, just waiting on the tactician's appearance.
Pale lids rimmed with chocolate lashes lowered over moonstone eyes, he swirled the wine absently. He had flown back to Kohona as soon as he was done in Shanghai, not taking the offer of the luxurious hotel that was primed for him. How providence allowed him to meet someone who could match him in every way possible he couldn't understand. His clan had always held the belief that 'fate' was a present, enigmatic and formidable force that wasn't to be tested so he was just allowing it to guide him.
A vision of black hair and obsidian eyes flashed before him.
Uchiha Sasuke.
Years ago he had been under fire from his elders for getting into a relationship with a member of one of the clans historical enemies, but he didn't care. Aside from the fact that he was...different...he was a member of the 'Branch' clan. He had no future in the clan anyways so he just summarily told the elders to 'go to hell' and waltzed out. Using the trust fund money from his father to complete his education and forge his own way into the world he could care less about the hang ups of his family.
The Uchiha was his past.
The doorbell chimed.
And this was his probable future. Pale fingers tensed around the flute of wine.
He crossed the floor, and opened the door to take in the Sabaku clad in emerald green silk shirt that just emphasized his jade green eyes and highlighted his fiery red hair.
He paused mesmerized.
A red brow was quirked and he realised he was acting like a love struck pre-pubescent girl. Mentally shaking himself he stepped back slightly.
"Come in."
Naruto reached out and grabbed the Uchiha by his lapel and pulled him in, bending down to his pale ear he whispered, "Do I get a reward, teme?"
"Yes," he said, now comfortable with Naruto in his space, "I won't beat you into next year."
"Uh huh." He replied, "I was thinking more like this."
"Wha-" he started to say but was cut off by a pair of peach lips on his own.
For the record, time stopped. Kiba's (and basically everyone who was observing the act) jaws dropped to the ground.
During those five seconds the Uchiha was busy trying to figure out 'what the hell was happing'.
If time could spin out of context, lodge in space and be suspended for a small eternity, that phenomenon was exactly what the Uchiha was experiencing; like he was stuck, suspended in a time loophole, until he felt the lips shift against his.
Unconsciously Sasuke titled his head slightly to the left and allowed his lips to open a bit, just enough for the tip of the blonde's tongue to flicker across his the inner bottom lip then he pulled away. The blonde's eyes were dancing, lips tilted into a superior and smug smirk; in total contrast to the shell-shocked reactions of the group of people staring at them like the Armageddon had just happened.
Naruto leaned into his ear, breath dancing over his ear and husked, "Well done teme...well done indeed."
Sasuke for his part was still reeling with the barrage of emotions that just ripped through him; confusion, astonishment, shock, want and lastly raging desire. That simple kiss did something to him he couldn't explain, he tried to reason it out, but his train of thought was seriously muddled. That didn't stop the Inuzuka from ruining the moment though.
"GAH!" Kiba shouted, apparently just coming out of the shock hazed stupor, "I knew it!"
Naruto just glanced over his shoulder, "You knew what dog-breath?"
"You and the Uchiha," He replied, "doin' the nas-."
He was promptly smacked by Hinata, pale eyes glaring at him, "Kiba," she said poisonously sweetly, "What have, I told you about your manners?"
The Inuzuka shut his mouth so fast his teeth clicked, "Sorry guys, but I knew ya'll were up to somethi-"
Another smack, "Damn it woman," he said, "That hurt."
Hinata rolled her eyes, "Kiba." She said expectantly, eyebrow imperiously arched in a manner that forcefully reminded Sasuke of Neji.
The Inuzuka sighed, and muttered face down, "I'm sorry guys."
"Whoa," Naruto said eyes wide, "Hina, you've trained him."
The look that Kiba gave to the blond was akin to poison loaded with atomic bombs, tear gas and a barrage of sharp objects. The brunette walked over to him and hugged him pulling his head down and whispering into Naruto's ear, "I'm glad for you."
Kabuto emerged from the side door grinning. "Kid," he said, "You did it...we are officially fully sponsored for the next three years."
The smile that crossed the blonds face was contagious and beside himself the Uchiha actually smiled a bit himself.
"You're still not going to enlighten us how the hell you managed to pull of that touchdown?"
A sly look to the raven beside him; "Nope."
The coach sharp eyes tracked the movement to the Uchiha but deciding to not push he just shrugged, "Anyways, excellent work kid."
"Dattebayo!" he turned to go but was stopped by Sasuke's nodding to the pair behind them.
"I think before this night is over you're going to have to make some plausible explanation to them." 'and me' He said, nodding to the gaping audience. "...Good luck, dobe."
Naruto turned and spotted the rest of the team still partially paralyzed. He grimaced. "...fuck."
"Hn." He said, "I'll wait for you in the park, try and stay in one piece, will you?"
(*)(*(*)
The frosty air was seeping into the ravens lungs but that didn't faze him for a second, what got to him was why he was still feeling the impressions of the blond lips on his own and why in hell were his knees so wobbly.
Reaching his car he leaned on the hood and stared up into the fairly fair sky. The moon was fully out tonight and shining benignly on him.
Reason and desire were raging a war within his mind. First it was basically suicide to be in a relationship with a client, just like a relationship in the workplace, it went against so many laws of basic sense. If the media found out it would be the death of his company, his reputation and his carefully crafted life. If the relationship failed; like so many celebrity breakdowns, he would be never be able to live it down. His father would be proved right in this instance and that was one thing the Uchiha couldn't live with.
He could just see the headlines now: "UCHIHA HEIR; UNDONE: TORRID RELATIONSHIP ON THE ROCKS."
Sasuke scrubbed a hand over his face. No bones about it, he had to set the Uzumaki straight the second he saw him, this wasn't going to work anyhow; they were so different.
'Different it what you need, baka.' His subconscious chimed in, 'think of all the people you've been with, they've all been the same...aloof, stoic, afraid to show or provide what you need and last and most of all, just like you. And now you meet this person who goes against every grain you think you need; who is actually leading you out of your rut and you're going to let him walk away?'
A sigh. Naruto was different in so many ways. Loud, sure, unconventional, definitely; everything a 'son' of the prevailing clans in the country would have the sense to stay far away from.
Subconscious acted up again: 'He's smart, and sees through your apathetic act like cellophane.'
That's true.
His head fell back to the Ferrari's hood and just stared into the sky. A cloud passed over the moon for a minute or two he was plunged into darkness.
"Star gazing again S'uke?"
He opened his mouth but couldn't force the words he needed to say out. 'This isn't going to work, you're a client of mine...we are so different...we can't do this...if the press find out we'll be slaughtered.'
What came out was, "Dobe...what happened in there was-"
"Oh no," Naruto cut in. "Don't you dare come to me with the 'Not Gonna Work' speech. Keep it."
He handed a bag to the raven, in the dim moonlight Sasuke read, 'Roots Underground: Men's Clothing."
"What?" he asked completely perplexed,
"The night's not over yet. We have one more place to go to."
Sasuke peeked into the back and saw nothing but black. "And that is?"
"The Club: Onyx."
(*)(*)(*)
The leather clung to his legs like a prayer.
The black pants conformed to his shape like they were made for him. The blood red turtle neck vest was even more so and fitted exquisitely on his torso just brimming the top of the pants. The boots, biker style were his exact size and the raven wondered how the hell the blond could guess his exact size.
When he reached home he had immediately grabbed the bottle of Vodka. He needed some liquid courage if he was going to go through with this. He hadn't been in a club in years; the last time was when he and Neji dared to go to a rave in Tottori prefecture where Miyavi was performing. The music was sex itself; the low sultry hypnotic tones of the singer invoked the crowd do nothing act on their base desires. He had been teased until the brink of insanity and voracious desire.
He smirked, the sex he had that night was astronomically good.
A glance in the mirror sent a huge rush of memories to him. Days when he was bolder, more willing to try the unknown, days when he wore kohl around his eyes and streaked his hair an outrageous colour every day. Days when he would give a damn who saw him, days when he would actually tell the status quo to go to hell.
That was a past life.
This is the present and he needed to live it.
And by the way... what the hell was he doing, again?
'Getting out of your comfort zone.' The thought sprang up courtesy of his traitorous inner mind. 'Getting a life.'
He turned around to view his reflection from behind. His ass was perfect.
Another smirk. 'Let the games begin.'
The doorbell chimed, it seemed he couldn't stop smirking, "Naruto."
He went out to the den opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widened. He could practically feel his pupils dilating. In front of him was sex personified.
Naruto, leaning on a wall, long legs wrapped beautifully in grey leather, topped with sleeveless bone white vest; his corded tan arms wrapped in fingerless white gloves climbing up to his shoulders. Eyes lined with blue kohl, hair spiked with sporadic locks of hair streaked bone white and shimmering silver.
Minutes passed.
"Did Medusa look at you or are you just overawed by my magnificence?"
Sasuke snapped out of the daze, arched an eyebrow and said, "You are a cocky sonofabitch, you know that right?"
"Born and raised." He drawled, eyes sweeping over the from in front of him. "Damn S'uke...you look good enough to eat."
Black eyes rolled, "Not on the menu. Let's get this over with."
He grabbed his keys and stepped out into the night.
Neji sat back, totally astonished.
He was trapped, literally. For the first time in his life he was actually backed into a corner in his speciality: 'Go'. He had played with the best of the best in most of the five countries, no one had ever had the upper hand on him, ever; but this man from Suna had captured the majority of his pieces in less than an hour and the last of his pieces were trapped in a 'ladder' formation.
Gaara jade eyes scanned over the Hyuuga, "You're not accustomed to this, aren't you?"
A small laugh, "The last time I lost was when I was five years old, playing against my Uncle." Silver eyes cut up to stare into jade ones. "It had never happened since."
"How?"
"Because I told myself, at five years old, that I would do everything in my power to never lose again... at anything; physical or mental."
A quirk of lips, "That's impossible. You can't win at everything every time."
"I would like to." Neji said, getting up to retrieve more wine from the island. "With my family, you are pushed to be perfect."
"No one is perfect." The redhead said, "I should know."
Neji turned around to find the Sabaku looking out the bay windows, carried the flutes of wine over to him and asked; "...what happened?"
Gaara turned around, "I was born with a problem; I have chronic insomnia and an over average psi scoring and at four year old I developed an eidetic memory. Growing up I was an outcast for everything; I just was not interested in 'childish' activities; when every child, even my siblings, were outside playing; I was inside groomed to be perfect by the clans elders; to take charge of the family's business and to exemplify the Sabaku bloodline. I was sent to a school that catered to 'geniuses', there I tried everything to act normal to see if I could make friends. I didn't. Instead, upon repeated failure I gave up and set my mind to outperform everyone in the school. My grades were perfect, outstanding, I think I even displaced one of the faculty's premier members in an IQ test; I won prizes at everything academic ...until I had a series of nervous breakdowns."
Gaara took a sip of the red wine, eyes hooded slightly.
"I was sent to a psychiatric facility. One day while doing some errands, I met someone that shook me to my core. He was...different... didn't even care what other people thought of him. He never pretended to be anything he wasn't, but the one thing that he imprinted on me was his undying positivism. He pressed on me that I don't have to be the 'epitome' of perfection. I don't have to live up to everyone's expectations of me."
A smirk, "He made me realise that the only standards I had to live up to were my own."
Neji blinked, picking up on the soft tone that Gaara was using indicated a deeper relationship with this person, he asked; "Is he still in your life?"
Gaara titled his head and stared the Hyuuga in his eyes, "Are you asking me if I'm in a relationship, Neji?"
"Yes." He returned blatantly, not breaking the look.
A minute, the redhead deliberately sipped the wine. Neji was internally combusting with curiosity. A smirk, then;
"...No."
The club was in what the majority of Kohona's populace would call 'The Hip Strip'; a line of clubs, bars, theatres, and casinos in the downtown part of the city.
Club 'Onyx'.
It was a three story establishment. The ground floor was the regular club, with the dance floor situated in the middle, banked by upper eaves which held tables for eating and drinking. The top floor was mainly used for private parties, but the one that the Uchiha was led to was the basement one, the one that catered to the anonymous people that just wanted to dance the night away.
The place was dark with just a line of neon green running the edges of the room. The dance floor was packed with bodies shifting sinuously. The energy in the place was reeking of untamed lust. Sasuke had no idea what he was going to do here. Scanning the place he spotted a bar and with a tap on the blonde's shoulder made his way over to the recessed table, and considered his options.
"I'd recommend Skyy Vodka martini."
A smirk, Sasuke turned to the bartender, "Exactly my thoughts. How'd you know?"
"Sixth sense."
The drink was being prepared and the raven glanced over to try spot the blond.
"Boyfriend?" he was asked.
A derisive snort, "No... just a friend that blackmailed me into this."
The drink was placed before him, "Well that 'friend' is going to get lucky."
The music was pounding and the man nodded over to a slight nook in the wall where Naruto was dancing closely with some guy with outrageous orange hair.
"Hn." He said, bringing the glass to his face, "I'll let him have his fun." 'for now.'
Time slipped, the ground floor was slowly turning into a dark roman orgy and Sasuke was getting progressively drunk. One or two guys tried to hit on him but in true Uchiha style he almost made them cry with his scathing replies. Miyavi was on the speakers with his dark, seductive 'Gravity' and the world looked a little hazy to the raven; the music was resounding in his head and his body started to react to the music.
A hand wrapped around his waist. The only person who was that tall enough and had the balls to touch him was:
"Come dance, teme."
"All right." he agreed blearily, "but I haven't danced in years."
"Perfect."
He was led out to the floor; for a second Sasuke stood motionless; until this was husked into his ear:
"Don't move until you feel it."
Arms were wrapped around his waist in and the body behind him was swaying slightly. Sasuke closed his eyes, blanked his mind and allowed the music to wash over him. The song switched to something harder, DBSK 'Mirotic' slid out like liquid sex and molten lava. Pulse after throbbing pulse; the music sunk into his skin and crawled up to his mind and combined with the alcohol, he let go.
Before he knew it his hair was dripping wet with sweat; skin, under the leather, was damp with the salty liquid and hot hands found their way under the vest to grasp slippery skin. The body behind him was grinding up against him and Sasuke was giving back as good as he got. Memories of his college days were bombarding him like a hammer. Warm air skittered across his skin at the crook of his jaw and whispered in his ear.
"You were lying to me, you move like a snake."
"Hn." He said, spinning around in the hold and grabbed the blond head, "Shut up and dance."
The song switched to Gackt's 'Vanilla'. Almost two full hours under pulsing lights and seductive music passed like nothing, Sasuke had let go of every vice he had and just decided to have fun for once.
'White eyes,' 'Mirror,' 'Luna' and 'Oasis' transformed the floor into a den of vices. Through the corner of his eye Sasuke could even see a couple having sex in a corner of the room. He didn't give a damn. For once he just wanted to grasp the moment before he woke up and realised it was just a dream.
Black eyes flew open; he felt an erection in the small of his back.
"Don't do it." he was warned, "Its natural, you're sexy like hell and I'm coasting on a victory rush. Let it play out, Sasuke." The last part was growled in the depths of his chest and the raven just let it be. His eyes closed again; threw his head back and just danced.
A mouth latched onto his neck and was sucking like crazy. His neck arched. Fire raced up his spine and melted into his mind. He was officially and insanely aroused. This was torture in its purest form. He wanted but he couldn't have it. It was right in front of him but he wouldn't touch. It was like dying from thirst and having a fountain of water before him and unable to reach out and flood his system with it.
He broke away and gasped, eyes opened and dilated until his pupils couldn't be separated from his retinas. He shoved the bond away from him and rushed over to the alcove where the bathrooms were.
Barricading himself into a stall he clutched his hair and slid down to the floor. Emptions roiling rampart within him. Want, desire warred against honour and values. His head met the back of the stall, repeatedly, eyes closed, trying his best to gain control of himself.
"Sasuke?"
He swallowed; throat dry like the Sahara desert, "What?"
"...Are you sick?"
"No."
The door was pulled open and a hand reached down to grasp the ravens pale hand. Sasuke took it like he was grabbing unto a lifeline. Blue eyes brimmed with sorrow. Naruto clasped the raven's head and buried his face into his tan neck.
"I'm sorry."
A scoff; "About what?"
"I shouldn't have pushed you... you weren't ready for this."
A dry laugh, "Dobe, if you didn't push me for the last three days, I wouldn't have realised all the things I was missing."
A pause.
"You sure about that?" he was asked.
Sasuke looked up into brimming blue eyes, and smiled slightly. He reached up and tapped the blonde's cheek.
"Don't fret your pretty little head about it, baka." He murmured against the chest. "I'm fine."
A hand tilted his chin up to face a hooded marsh fire eyes, "I'm going to kiss you again."
Pale lids fluttered down over obsidian orbs, "...I won't stop you."
Lips met. His reality spun in circles.
(*)(*)(*)
It was two am; he had just come from the club. His house was dark and cold as always but under his skin he was afire.
Lust like some ravenous beast was clawing up his stomach, ripping his throat apart and screaming for satiation. He tried to control it, but not even five minutes into mediation he failed completely. Colours were swimming before his eyes, psychedelic blue and molten red. His skin was itching for touch and the last kiss the blond gave him before he dropped him off seemed to be implanted on his lips.
His head met the down of his comforter; ironically the soft sin of the covering sheet didn't do a damn thing to his skewed senses. He was itching for the hands of the blond. Screaming mentally he grabbed his keys and strode out to his car; one goal in mind; the Uzumaki. It seemed like an eternity to reach Rasengan Rd. The door was in sight; he got out of the car, slammed the door and pounded on the house door.
A small eternity until the obstruction opened and Sasuke shoved a hand on the blonde's chest and marched into the house.
"Sas-"
The other hand immediately placed two fingers on the peach lips before him. "Don't talk." He growled and attached his mouth to the blondes bare collar bone. Hands dipped under the raven's bottom and hoisted the smaller man up unto a counter.
"About time."
Pleasure, hot and thick overshadowed his mind, creating a fuzzy haze of desire; desperation in the ravens' belly raged to be fulfilled. His hands tangled into the mess of blond locks and clutched hard; like clinging to a lifeline.
The blond broke away from the kiss and hissed; "Damn S'uke."
A hand slipped down and pressed against the turgid hardness that was pressed against the blonde's belly. Sasuke pelvis rocketed up to meet the massaging hand. It felt so damn good.
The Uchiha couldn't account how he was naked in the next few minutes, all he knew was scorching kisses were being pressed into his skin; that teeth and were nibbling at his puckered nipples and he pressure of the tan, hot and hard body over him was like water to his starving soul.
The lips he was nibbling at disappeared for a second and he was in total confusion, where did they go, what happened. The hot orifice was attacking his belly, his thighs, teasing and taunting skin that hadn't been touched for so long; then:
"Aaahhhhh!" he virtually screamed. The blonde's mouth was wrapped around his pulsing cock. No words could even come close to describing being held in that hot cavern. His belly and throat locked up tight, not even a sound passed lips that were opened wide.
"N..Naru..." he tried to say but his voice was cooperating with his brain.
"Shhh." He was hushed, "Just feel."
And that was exactly he did, through the extremely long moments of exploring each other's bodies, the hushed cries, the wanton moans and the frenzied panting. Sasuke felt robbed when the mouth disappeared again. Before he was going to call out, his thighs were grabbed and pushed up to his chest, and;
"Buddha!" he gasped. Naruto was rimming him. The agile tongue was swirling and prodding at the clenched entrance, causing fire like a bolt of lightning to devour him.
"No, just me." The blond said a hint of humour in his voice.
Sasuke regained his faculties grabbed Naruto and shoved him down on the bed. "That wasn't fair, baka."
A smirk; "Whatcha going to do about it?"
"This." The Uchiha then proceeded to attack the blond body in every form of sensual stimulation he knew, learned form years upon years of practice.
The rare erogenous points in the body below him he had absolutely no mercy on. The centres of pleasure were more obscured than most people thought, it wasn't just the normal places that could stimulate pleasure, it was the places on the body that weren't obvious; like the tender flesh under the knee; the crook of the shoulder blade, behind the ear, the inner thigh, and the spot just above the abdomen; and the worst part of it, Sasuke was doing very slowly.
The football player was groaning and panting like he was being tortured.
"You give?" he asked, nuzzling the heaving body below him.
"In your dreams, teme." He growled, grabbing the Uchiha and spinning him over and under.
"Ready?" was husked into his ear.
"...Yes." he finally answered.
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P.s. I'm a fangirl but I think the sex should be left to your imagination. Put in what you want and leave out what you don't. I'm not a dictator of your fantasies.
Cheers.
Black Prodigy
***tbc***