A/N: Alright. I hope this is a little better than the last time. I had to find the pieces and try my hardest to put them together with what I had already written. I'm sorry. I should have done this from the beginning. Sigh. Oh well. Sorry for the wait.
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I never thought
I'd feel this
Guilty and I'm
Broken down inside
Living with myself
Nothing but lies
I always thought
I'd make it
But never knew I'd
Let it get so bad
Living with myself
Is all I have
Living in a
World so cold
Wasting away
Living in a shell
With no soul
Since you've gone away
"World So Cold, by Three Days Grace"
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"I am, indeed, a king, because I know how to rule myself"-Quote by Pietro Aretino
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Chapter 11:
~ Seven Days of Solitaire~
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What could he say?
He could've easily lost his father, but would that really have affected him greatly?
Look at me.
Some parts of him would be pleased to have the old bastard out of his life.
I'm sick.
He wouldn't have thought twice about it if the doctor had told him that Fugaku wouldn't make it through the night.
He might even feel…relieved.
Was he fucked up to think that?
As he looked down to Sakura, he knew that his feelings didn't matter right now. He had to find some way to end her suffering.
"How?" It was all that he could think to ask.
"Home, t-they were," She sniffed. "They were on their way back, a couple of days ago, and-"
The sound coming from her mouth was choked away with a sob.
"Their plane crashed. No survivors." She wailed.
"Oh my god, Sakura-" He pressed her closer, desperate to stop her shaking. Desperate to do something. "Sakura, I am so sorry."
How could he possibly understand her?
How was this making her feel any better?
"I tried to get a hold of Ino," She explained through shuddered breaths. "But I couldn't."
He could feel her heart accelerating.
"I couldn't, I-" She began to hyperventilate.
"Ssh…" He whispered, tightening his hold around her.
Fresh tears dripped down her cheeks and she gripped him tighter. "You were the only other person I thought to come to."
What could he do?
"Sakura…"
"I don't know what to do!" She almost yelled, her voice cracking. "They're going to take away my home. Oh god-" Her chest heaved. "What will I do?"
What will I do?
"It's okay Sakura," He soothed. "Everything is going to be alright, I promise."
I promise.
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Sasuke entered the house quietly. Sakura had finally gotten a hold of Ino, and departed with her. He had offered her a place to stay in the mansion, but she and Ino both refused politely, explaining that they needed to discuss the matter before jumping to any decisions.
So he watched her go.
And put the sadness on hold for when he saw her again.
He turned the corner, spying Itachi sitting down on the living room couch. He spun on his heels, hoping that he could go back the other way without his brother noticing.
"Sasuke."
It was worth a shot.
"Yeah?" He came back, seating himself on the couch besides his brother.
He was waiting for Itachi to ask him about the Hyuuga's. Sasuke was sure that Neji's uncle had made a phone call to the mansion. Why wouldn't he?
"Father is awake now." Itachi said quietly.
Sasuke could feel his eyes widen. That wasn't what he expected to hear, but in a way he was glad that Itachi hadn't gotten harassed by their sworn enemies.
And for now, he could stay out of trouble with him.
"So?" He questioned, fiddling with the cushions on the couch.
"He wants to speak with you."
The words made the air promptly shift. Itachi's eyes shot to his, analyzing him. He could feel the emotion in the air as well; the disgust that Sasuke radiated was amalgamated with mulish inquisitiveness.
"You do not have to talk to him if you don't want to." Itachi said with excessive sympathy.
The sound of his brother's pity made his skin crawl. If he only knew, that little part inside of him chided.
And…if he did know?
Sasuke stared at his brother, contemplating the idea of letting him in on everything that had taken place. What would he do? Would he help? Refuse to believe?
Itachi's eyes furrowed. He sensed Sasuke's change in mood. "What is it, Sasuke?"
"Nothing." Sasuke muttered quietly. "I will go speak to him."
He rose from his position on the sofa and began to set off to the staircase. He wondered if Fugaku was lying in his own room; the master bedroom the monster and his mother shared on the second floor.
He shivered. He hadn't been in that room in eight years.
Itachi stood up hastily. "You don't have to go speak to him, Sasuke. I'll just tell him that you went to sleep or something to that nature."
Sasuke stopped.
"It's alright." Itachi stressed.
"What are you talking about?" Sasuke dismissed with a little laugh. "I'm fine, Itachi."
"Are you…sure?"
"I'm okay, I'll go."
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He had to get a hold of himself before he opened the door to his father's bedroom.
It was dark.
Much like he remembered it was.
Always, the rooms were dark. It was as if Fugaku couldn't deal with seeing his heinous acts take place under illumination.
Sasuke scoffed underneath his breath for thinking that it mattered. Even if lights had been on it wouldn't have stopped Fugaku from taking what he wanted. The man was selfish and arrogant, completely self absorbed in his self and his job.
As he watched the blankets rise from the man's slow breathing patterns, Sasuke couldn't help but remember that his Father wasn't always like he had become.
"Roar!"
"Ah! Father quit it! Haha!"
Why? Why did he change so?
Dismissing the feelings that threatened to consume him, Sasuke took a step inside, waiting for his father to speak.
The room remained silent even after his entry. Was he asleep?
"Sasuke," The voice called lightly. "Come over here."
Sasuke gulped. He made his way to the side of Fugaku's bed and waited.
"Who?" His father whispered faintly, his eyes tiny slits in the darkness.
Sasuke thought about the faded question and his eyebrows furrowed. "Who, what?"
His father beckoned him closer. Sasuke took another step.
"Closer." Fugaku croaked.
Sasuke was at the edge of the bed, determined to ask his question again. "Who-?"
Fugaku's hand shot up from under the depths of covers, grabbing Sasuke's collar and yanking him down until he almost face planted into the light blue bed sheets. Before he had the chance to gasp, they were already nose to nose.
"Who the fuck stabbed me you rotten piece of shit?" His father snarled.
"What makes you think I know that?" Sasuke squeaked, trying to regain his footing.
Fugaku's teeth grinded together. "You were probably the one who planned it."
Sasuke stared at him in disbelief. "What?"
"You fucking bitch." Fugaku spat. "You hired an assassin."
He blinked. He couldn't be serious. Could he?
I was the one who was angry.
"He's still my father, god dammit!"
I stuck up for you.
"You mother fucker." Fugaku fumed.
Sasuke ripped himself from his father's grasp, shooting backwards, out of his grabbing range, but falling back into his mother's dresser, knocking over the contents that sat upon it. "How fucking dare you!" He seethed.
Fugaku still reached for him. His lips curled. "Come here, you little shit!"
Before the emotion could consume him, he dashed for the door, his father screaming profanities from behind.
He stopped just before he made his exit, looking back. "And for your information," He hissed. Fugaku grew silent. "I wouldn't be satisfied unless I killed you myself."
Fugaku couldn't reply.
Sasuke took it as his cue to leave, and shut the door behind his exit.
He could've sworn though, as he ascended up the stairwell he heard his father's light whisper echoing around him.
"You're going to regret the moment you said those words."
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Sasuke. It's Neji. Txt me or something.
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I tried to call u. Ur phone was off. Call me or something.
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I'm not apologizing. I'm asking 4 u to come over. We'll 4get about this whole thing ok?
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Sasuke. Stop ignoring me
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I know your reading these. Just answer me.
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I wish u were here. I need you now. Call me.
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Please, Sasuke. I'm waiting.
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How long will you keep this up?
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Okay. I give.
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I'm sorry.
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It was a long three weeks before life started to gain a pattern once again. Nonetheless, Sakura continued to feel empty inside.
She had already moved in with Ino weeks before, all of the arrangements settled, all of her belongings moved in and placed about the house as to help her feel more at home.
But no matter how hard she tried, she never felt comfortable there. It wasn't her home, and she knew that.
"I can still hear them sometimes." She told Sasuke.
She was spending a lot of time with Sasuke lately. Despite her generosity, Ino was constantly leaving the house. She was a party girl; Sakura was not. Ino would try to invite her out places, get her to meet new people, but Sakura always refused. So Ino left for the night. Every night.
And Sakura would be in another big house, alone.
Instead of wallowing in self pity, she would call Sasuke; ask if she could come over. It became such a routine that after school was let out she would simply go home with him. Mrs. Uchiha would fix them dinner, and they would spin the night talking about ridiculous things as to get her mind off of her deceased parents.
But they would somehow always creep back into the conversation.
"You do?" He questioned, reaching to the bowl in the center of them, taking another piece of fruit.
She nodded, mimicking his actions.
"What do they say?" He asked, quietly.
She thought about it. "Whenever I walk inside Ino's house, I can hear my mother welcoming me home." She fought to keep the tears down. She was done crying. "I keep expecting her to turn the corner with her arms open wide…"
She released a shuddered breath. "But she's never there…"
His hand covered over hers. She smiled.
He squeezed.
She found her eyes meeting his. He looked sad.
"What?" She asked, softly.
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright, Sasuke. I'm fine." She whispered.
She knew that she wasn't.
Not yet.
She was still hurting.
But as long as she stayed right here…
She grasped his hand, placing it on her cheek. He was so warm.
…she began to feel her heart slowly healing…
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Sasuke felt…fresh.
His time spent with Sakura was always rejuvenating. He felt blessed even when he touched her hand. She stood for everything pure and innocent; everything he could only dream of becoming. She was his cure.
Her smile always made his heart warm.
He couldn't help but wonder how she kept that beautiful smile even after what she had been through.
Her strength gave him hope.
And hope was something that he never had.
It was like a beautiful paradise. He would wake from his sleep, travel downstairs, call her, and feel as though his day was going to be ten times better than the last one.
It was all going great; it was a normal afternoon after school had concluded when he heard the news.
"I'll be leaving town for about a week."
His eyes searched hers with haste. "What? Why?"
"Both sides of my mother's and father's family are getting together to have a ceremony for my parents." She answered with a relieved sigh.
And then he felt stupid. "Oh?"
She smiled at him. "We are going to celebrate their lives. It will be held in the fields near where they both grew up."
He tried his best to smile as well. "That's beautiful."
She nodded, a peaceful bliss painted over her countenance.
His hand found hers. "I'll miss you."
She giggled. "Sasuke, it's only a week."
He frowned. "Too long."
She was quiet, the serenity seeping out of her facial features. He instantly regretted saying anything.
"Sakura," He whispered. "What it is?"
Her orbs reflected back a shine as they began to water. "In my heart," She murmured sadly. "I have no desire to go."
He said nothing. Instead he listened.
"I have yet to say goodbye," She cried softly. "I don't want to believe that they are gone, nor do I want to continue lying to myself."
"Wait until you are ready." He encouraged.
"That would be never." She answered with a bite to her tone.
He bit his lip. "I-I'm sorry…"
Could he never say the right thing?
"No, I'm sorry," She replied quickly. "Forgive my attitude."
"It's not your fault, Sakura-chan." He murmured.
She smiled through her tears. "I like that."
He tilted his head. "Like what?"
"Sakura-chan. I like it."
He brushed a piece of hair from her eyes, sliding the pink lock behind her ear with tenderness. "Sakura-chan it is, then."
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Day One.
He missed her already.
He couldn't smile the entire morning, knowing that after his classes were through, he would not be able to see her.
He missed that smile.
He was going crazy just thinking about it.
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Day Two
He didn't get out of bed.
He felt like he was heavy and couldn't rise. What was there to rise for?
His brother?
Fugaku?
His mother?
He rose, even only for a few fleeting moments to kiss his mother good morning.
Then he returned to the pointless slumber.
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It was funny.
He had been about to sneak out of the house to get some weed to calm his nerves when Fugaku merged into his pathway. The reason for his nerves. Ironic. He stopped immediately, shrinking backwards, back into the direction of his room.
He knew what this meant. It was late. The household had already darkened and went to sleep along with the night sky and Sasuke had no strength, no nothing for another catastrophe like this.
Fuck, he just wanted a smoke.
Anything that could make him buzz would do.
"Where were you going, Sasuke?" Fugaku asked with a smirk.
"Downstairs." Step back. "I wanted some water."
Fugaku chuckled. He knew it wasn't the case.
"You wouldn't be going out to get drugs, would you? Or alcohol?" Step forward.
Sasuke couldn't help the snort of amusement. "Drugs? Of course not. My life is so perfect here."
"That's good." Step forward.
"I see you're up and walking." Sasuke murmured, taking another step back.
Fugaku shot forward without admonition, taking Sasuke by surprise. He turned for his room, barely making it to the door before he was grabbed by the hair and dragged to the ground.
"I'm sure you remember what you said to me last time we spoke Sasuke." Fugaku growled, forcing him down.
Sasuke grunted, forcing him back as far as he could. "Itachi!" It was as good as silent. "ITA-"
Fugaku punched him in the chest twice, knocking the wind completely out of him. He laid there, in a daze as Fugaku seized him by the hair, like a dog, and hauled him to his knees.
It didn't take long to see what his father wanted. The zipper came down easily.'
"Suck my dick, little bitch." He demanded.
"Suck me."
The memory gave him chills.
Fugaku slapped him across the face roughly. "Do it." He roared.
Sasuke's head lolled to the side from the force of the hit. He looked up to his father's sadistic smile, his hair still tightly being clasped in the monster's clutches.
"Go fuck yourself." Sasuke spat.
Fugaku growled, shoving his face forward. Sasuke locked his mouth shut.
No.
"Suck me."
He could feel tears coming. He willed them to hell. This wasn't going to happen.
Fugaku ripped his head backwards to that he was looking up at him again. "You'll do it." He threatened.
"The fuck I will." Sasuke seethed. "If you put your filthy cock in my mouth," Sasuke made sure he understood his last words with crystal clarity. "You're not getting it back."
Fugaku stared at him for a long moment, testing the waters. Sasuke only glared up at him with as much hatred as he could muster.
"Have it your way." His father growled, hauling him by his hair into the closet. He threw him on his back, mounting him.
"Get away from me!" Sasuke gasped, the pressure of a hand clamping down on his throat choking the last words away. The concrete grip swiftly locked off his only air supply, making him flounder like a fish out of water.
His father shut the door, enclosing them in a small area of darkness. Sasuke couldn't breathe.
"It's been a while," His father hissed. "Since I've made you cry."
Sasuke grunted, unable to force any more words from his mouth as Fugaku tugged greedily at his pants.
Sasuke found that the more he struggled, the more the world started to fade; the lack of oxygen caused him to become lightheaded and lost. He went limp in Fugaku's grasp, allowing the peaceful darkness to begin to consume him.
Further and further he went…
"Not that easy." He heard Fugaku chuckle.
With a strangulated gasp the darkened world shot back into Sasuke's vision, revealing to him a sight he was all too used to.
"Please-" He croaked, the words scratching their way up his throat. He had no bargaining skills left up his sleeves.
"It only pleases me to hear you cry for mercy." Fugaku said with a cruel grin.
He brutally forced himself inside without another word, Sasuke unwillingly crying out. It hurt so badly.
Oh god, why?
Why me?
It was impossible to be cold this time. He could not stay quiet. He could not bite his tongue. His heart broke with unanswered questions and trampled spirits. His soul blackened with each sadistic thrust, and nothing else in the world was evident but the pain; the pain that was unending and eternal.
It was the same pain he dreamed of. The pain he detested.
Craved.
Everywhere. Pain, pain, pain.
He couldn't remember a time when his cheeks had been drenched completely in his tears. Had he ever sobbed so hard? His body wracked with spasms of agony that practically moved in time with the monster's rhythm, as he was too weak to even try and pull away.
"Oh god I-," He sputtered, powerless to finish the sentence. He screamed in pain. It only intensified.
This was so wrong, so sick. So impure.
"So you like this, hmm?" His father asked between breaths, mistaking his last sentence as some sort of twisted pleasure. "You dirty fucking slut."
"I'm your son," Sasuke sobbed. "Oh god, I'm your son!"
Fugaku said nothing. Felt nothing.
"Your son!" He screamed, choking desperately on his own tears.
Why was it that he could no longer stay silent? What was this need to remind Fugaku of what he already knew but decided to ignore? Sasuke knew that it changed nothing and fazed no one.
But I am your son.
And you are fucking me like some cheap whore.
Raping me.
He grabbed his father's hand, placing it back at his throat.
"Why don't you just kill me!"
He meant it.
He never wanted to feel this way again.
This…sickness.
It felt like vomit was pooling upwards into his throat, choking him.
"Just fucking kill me already!" He roared, his nails digging into the flesh Fugaku's fist.
His father slapped him across the face, ripping another cry out from deep within him.
"Why would I want to kill you, Sasuke?" Fugaku asked with a smirk evinced on his face. "If I did, we wouldn't be having this much fun, would we?"
Fun?
Why do you hate me so?
There were so many questions. The sad part was Sasuke knew that they would never be answered.
It was impossible for him to prevail.
But still he tried.
His lips trembled. "Father-"
Fugaku howled, his fist of stone slamming into Sasuke's ribcage. A sharp crack followed the strike, taking Sasuke by utter surprise.
Broken.
"Don't you ever call me that again," Fugaku growled lowly. "Or next time it will be your pretty fucking face I break."
He blinked, sudden agony rushing through his body in torrents.
His surroundings were sucked of their color almost instantly, and he barely had a chance to gasp at the pain before he was thrown into the shadowy depths of his unconsciousness.
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When he awoke he was dressed in a clean shirt and boxer shorts, situated potently atop his crisp, clean bed sheets. He reeked of apple cinnamon, his mother's favorite scent of bath soap.
The smell alone made his stomach coil, and before he knew it he was throwing up. With each attempted lift of his head the pain underneath his chest pulsated through him. His body was unwilling to lift itself due to the incessant throbbing that pounded out from his ribs; he found himself choking on his own toxins.
Suddenly, a hand cupped the back of his neck gently, leaning him forward, allowing him to rid his body of the revolting vomit. Soon afterwards he remembered the need to breathe. He gulped in the oxygen greedily, glad that the flow of air was now returning to him steadily. The hasty beating of his heart slowly began to return to a normal thumping rhythm.
He sighed, collapsing back onto his pillows.
"You have a broken rib." The mysterious voice whispered softly. "I bandaged it for you."
His eyes opened slightly. The person standing over his beside was Akimi, the young maid of the household.
Sasuke winced as he felt the tightly bandaged wound. He had no memory of what happened after the strike, but by the jagged stinging coming from his lower regions, he could only assume his father fulfilled what was left of his desires.
"Thank you," He murmured. "You didn't have to do that."
She took a few steps back and stared at him. The terrified look in her eyes told him that she knew something that she shouldn't.
"Your father, M-Master Uchiha, came out of this room l-looking- well he was very angry, and- h-he told me that you needed to be patched up. T-That y-y-you had broken a bone…" She explained in sporadic breaks for air and mismatched stuttering.
"Well I'm fine now, thanks." Sasuke replied to her explanation, hoping to ease her suspicion and get rid of her infuriatingly worried tone of voice.
"You were in the closet…" She murmured.
Sasuke didn't respond. He knew.
Akimi took a bold stride forward. Her face was determined and firm. She took a deep breath. "Mr. Uchiha, when I opened the closet door you were covered in bloo-"
"Shut up," Sasuke spat, hearing the maid gasp at his sharp reply. He knew of all of the things he must have been covered in. Damn Fugaku for leaving his messes unkempt. "Just shut up and forget about everything you saw today."
She swallowed nervously. "I will not."
He struggled to stand, but succeeded without assistance. "You want to run that by me again?"
"I-I," She jumped backwards. "I am going to inform your mother about these, these- interactions that are leaving you harmed. I care about your safety!" She mumbled.
His black heart spiked to attention. "You care about me?"
"Your safety." She repeated, in a slightly weaker tone.
He inclined his head. "Akimi, come here."
She was speechless.
He glanced to the spot directly in front of him, trying to wheedle her into coming closer with a movement of his finger. "Come." He repeated.
She shook her head. "You're injured Mr. Uchiha. I should go talk to your mother…"
He glared daggers. "That's an order, Akimi. Come over here. Now."
Slowly she moved, crossing the short distance between them in four agonizingly deliberate steps. She looked like she could bolt for the door at any moment if she wanted to.
But Sasuke knew that she wasn't going anywhere.
"Yes?" She whispered, looking up at him through her long black lashes.
His hand grasped her chin and he gazed intensely into her eyes.
She was now his prey.
"Just how much do you care for me?"
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Day Four
Sasuke couldn't breathe.
His eyes shot open from sleep to see the early morning light shimmering in through his open window. Nothing else was focused. No matter how many times he blinked his eyes the world continued to be a blur.
He gasped in pain, squinting his eyes closed once more. Hot tears streamed down his face. He suddenly understood why his vision had been blurred.
He was in agony.
The memories of the night before spun through his mind. He remembered the rape and the hard slam that his father had delivered to his ribs all too well.
His second thought was: To numb the pain as quickly as he was able.
It took every ounce of strength in his body to push himself upwards. Grunting, he clutched his bandaged torso, shakily rising to his feet. He was unstable and disoriented as he stumbled to the bathroom.
The reflection that grimaced back from the slick slab of glass was a face Sasuke was used to. He couldn't remember a time when he entered the bathroom with a smile on his face.
This pain.
He groaned, fumbling through the drawers for his little bottle. Anything to put an ease to the pain.
His fingers came in contact with the bottle of his desire and he spilt the contents into the sink below. Thirteen little white faces stared back up at him, calling to him with their promise of relief. He snatched up three, swallowing them dry, almost choking as he did so. The round vessels slid down his throat roughly, bringing with them a horrid taste on his tongue. He turned on his sink without thinking, cupping water into his hands and slurping it up greedily. By the time the water was shut off, half of his pain killer collection had been drowned. White powder clouded the sink, only a few whole pills were left unspoiled. He curse, scooping up the loose goopy like substance with his fingers and gulping it down. He retched, the medicine almost coming back up and defeating the whole purpose of ridding himself of pain.
He leaned against the sink for a long while, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. It sounded like a broken melody.
"Just fucking kill me already!"
He had been so ready to die.
So ready for that peaceful darkness and unfeeling body.
Why me?
Because you're a tampered soul.
No one wants you.
You're good for sex, that's all.
He glared into the mirror, his eyes piercing through the man's before him. A soulless bastard. Bastard?
Why, of course he was.
He might as well be.
"Father-"
"Don't you ever call me that again, or next time it will be your pretty fucking face I break."
He had no father.
He had no legacy.
No destiny.
No hope.
"It's only a week."
His hope was Sakura.
His hope was gone.
He stumbled from the bathroom, his eyes first looking to his occupied bed.
Akimi.
He hadn't cared.
He still didn't.
What a fucking dick I am.
She had been a virgin.
And he never wanted to see her face again.
Just looking at her unknowing and innocent features disgusted him.
With out remorse, he fired her, leaving her with an Uchiha Company Notice, stating that she was no longer needed for the job or wanted for a new position.
She would be gone, out. Without a job or place to live.
He didn't care.
His kindest moment was when he left her breakfast, uncaring if she consumed it or not.
He didn't care that he was her first. His father had been his first. She was lucky. She was living the life.
He had cringed at the sight of her.
He had no remorse for the fact that she would be waking up to an empty bed, with a breakfast platter and a letter requiring her to leave the premises without question within fifteen minutes of her awareness.
It doesn't matter to me. It's done. She was just a good screw.
He pretended not to hear the sound of her sobs as she was escorted away from the Mansion. He pretended not to care. He simply ate his breakfast, dressed for school, and then left the house.
He reached the limo and got inside.
"Where are we going today, Mr. Uchiha?" The driver asked politely.
Sasuke was silent, thinking of his options.
He knew he had them; options were his own.
The driver's eyes fell to his backpack. "Are we heading to college?"
Sasuke said nothing and the driver shrugged, pulling out of the parking lot, assuming that the destination was going to be school.
"No." Sasuke answered suddenly. The limo screeched to a halt.
"Excuse me, sir?"
"Turn around," Sasuke ordered. "Take me to the bar."
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The alcohol helped with the pain in his ribs plenty.
Combined with the pain killers, Sasuke couldn't help but think that this mixture was the perfect concoction of reprieve.
Before he knew it, he was gone. So far gone in fact, that he hadn't noticed his familiar visitor plop down on the bar stool next to him. She was staring at him intently.
"Hey there." She whispered.
He gave the red headed bar tender a quick nod of acknowledgement.
"You seem depressed." She said with a raise of her brow.
Sasuke snorted. If you only knew, you'd wish you didn't.
But you don't.
You have no clue.
"Yeah." He mumbled, drinking another glass.
She smiled. "Maybe I can make you feel better."
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It definitely made him feel better.
"What did you say your name was again?" He asked, uncaring if he offended her or not.
Sasuke was lying in the mess of dirty blankets, the red headed bar tender rising and clothing her naked form. She chuckled.
"Why do you care? I know perfectly well that this is a one night stand."
He smirked. This girl was interesting.
"I don't care. It was just a question." He explained.
"Well, I have a question for you." She countered playfully, sitting on the edge of the tan colored sofa.
"I don't know if I'll answer it, but you can ask me." He answered with a quick shrug of his shoulders. As she slipped her shirt on, he dug through his jean pocket for some weed he had bought earlier in the week.
"Who was that dick that came in the bar a while back?"
He stopped in mid-match lighting, the blunt hanging loosely between his lips. It had been awhile since he thought of the Hyuuga. He had been ignoring his texts and calls for about a month, feeling more than proud of himself that he was able to block the porcelain face from his thoughts and fantasies for this long.
"Did you know him?" She continued.
Sasuke calmly let the flame meet the tip of his weed. "Sort of."
She shook her head, making a disgusted face. "What a fucking prick. I would've punched the shit out of him if I thought I wouldn't lose my job."
Sasuke didn't answer, and she turned towards him. "Do you talk to him often?"
"No, not anymore." He replied, inhaling the drug deeply.
She nodded, leaving the conversation there.
He studied her. "Well, I believe I have answered two of your questions," He spoke silkily, enjoying the smile that crept upon her face. "What is your name?"
She stood up, tossing a piece of paper in his lap. "Karin." She answered with a tilt of her head.
"Ah, yes, Karin." He examined the piece of torn parchment. "What is this?"
"My number." She winked. "Call me sometime if you ever feel like…you know."
He raised a brow. "Fucking?"
She rubbed the back of her head, a slight blush touching her cheeks. "Umm, yeah, to put it bluntly."
He chuckled. "I may never talk to you again. What would you do then?"
She frowned and headed for the front door. "Be disappointed." When she reached the handle she turned back and grinned. "Considering that was probably the best quickie of my life."
He couldn't help but smirk. "Goodbye, Karin."
She winked. "See you later, hot stuff."
000
Day Five
^^1 new voicemail^^
"Hey Sasuke, its Professor Raidi. How are you feeling? I understand that you've been sick for a couple days, so I was wondering if you were going to come by school and pick up your homework soon. Well, best wishes. I hope your back in my class soon.
^^End of voicemail^^
000
He bought more pain killers after supper that evening.
Itachi was suspicious about his late departing from the house, but didn't ask him why he was leaving. Only that he should be home before ten.
He made it back by nine thirty, waited until the house was sleeping, and left once again for some night on the town.
And by night on the town, he was hoping to find some hookers. Hot ones. Or drugs. Whichever would be fine.
And to his luck he found both.
And the night was lost the smoke.
He had no idea where they went, what they did.
But he did recall waking.
The room swirled.
What time was it?
Sasuke looked around, through his fogginess of being stoned, and noticed that he was in a house he had never seen before.
To his right was a naked man, his left, a nude woman.
The man's eyelids fluttered and he smiled wickedly.
"Thank you for the good time, Mr. Uchiha."
He sighed.
Wherever he was…
Whenever he was…
Didn't matter.
He smirked.
I'm back.
000
Day Six
He had decided to go to a club that next night. He figured it was the perfect place to pick up women with low self esteem who he knew would love to have a casual fuck with someone like him.
To make the situation even better, the place didn't check ID and had an open bar to anyone who had the cash to pay for what they wanted. He felt elated. Cash was not a problem to him. If anything, he could be rid of some of the weight in his wallet.
He entered, feeling the vibrations of the music pound through his bones. He could hear nothing but the pulsating rhythm that filled the air around him. He made his way to the bar, hoping that the sound level would be slightly lower once he reached it.
"I'll take three shots of vodka." He stated flagrantly to the man behind the counter, earning a whole row of glares from the seated populace.
The bartender glared at him, quickly sizing him up. A sudden chill rushed through Sasuke. What if this man questioned his age for some unlikely, unlucky reason?
"Coming up." The man said finally, erasing all of the fear that had come over him.
Sasuke sat down by himself, waiting for his drinks to arrive. Already eyes were on him, devouring his good looks and drinking in his confident attitude. He enjoyed feeling the presence of so many foreign eyes on him. He knew it was a treat for these people to see an Uchiha out in public instead of in the mansion, where they usually resided.
Before his drinks touched the counter, he was confronted with two pretty faces of some girls that were dancing not too far away. One was a tall, lanky blonde, and the other was a petite brunette with strong cheek bones and a nice figure. They winked at him, flashing smiles, slowly creeping closer to where he sat.
"Hey, sexy. You wanna dance with me?" The blonde asked with a sway of her hips.
"Now, Sakura, keep this hand here."
He downed his shot. "I don't dance."
"And this one is mine."
"Well, I'll teach you." The brunette purred. "All you have to do is grind on me."
He thought about the offer. He wasn't the type to dance in clubs like this, and he had no desire to "grind" on these women. His desire to even have sex with them had vanished the moment they came into his viewing range. He was too busy imagining a lovely, pink haired Sakura to care about these trashy, drunk floozies. Her beautiful face was cavorting through his thoughts, like his own special 'Sakura Haruno' parade.
He missed her.
"No thanks." He said with an ultimate shake of his head. The girls frowned. He drank the last two shots without thinking about them much anymore.
The blonde frowned at his comment, looking to her friend. "Hey, let's just go back to the dance floor."
The brunette had a much more deviant smile splayed across her face. She shrugged her shoulders, lifting herself up and onto Sasuke's lap. He stared at her. The blonde gasped.
"Why don't I just grind on you, then?" She whispered into his ear, proceeding in rubbing her body into his.
He chuckled at the horrified look on the blonde's face. Now that he was this close to the brunette and could smell the amount of liquor on her breath, he understood how drunk she really was. "Lady, please-"
"Pleeeeease, continuuuue?" She smirked, her words slurring together.
He shook his head. "Not even close," He looked up at the blonde. "Do you mind?"
She nodded swiftly, snatching her friend by the arms and pulling her off of him. "I'm sorry." She mumbled in embarrassment as she escorted the drunken brunette away, loudly chastising her afterwards about the amount she had to drink.
Sasuke simply laughed, turning back to the counter to see the eyes of a male that was sitting next to him, on him.
"Can I help you?" He asked smoothly.
The man was laughing as well. "Dude, that girl was just giving you a lap dance and you looked absolutely bored. Oh, and you basically told her to get lost."
Sasuke shrugged. "That's not my thing."
The man raised a brow. "What, women?"
Sasuke tilted his head, smirking. "No, women that are so intoxicated that they can't even speak right, dancing on me."
The unknown male rubbed the back of his head, blushing. "Ah, yeah. Sorry about that. I didn't mean it how it sounded."
Sasuke chuckled, calling for three more shots. "I wouldn't care."
The man stared at him. "You…wouldn't?"
He gave him a winning crooked grin, thanking the bartender for the drinks. "Not at all."
"W-Well why not?" The man scooted a little closer.
Sasuke snorted. "I'm smart enough to know when I'm being hit on."
The words were sucked out of the man's mouth. Sasuke knocked back another two shots, waiting for a response.
"You are hitting on me, are you not?" Sasuke questioned with a smile.
The man's embarrassed and shy demeanor shed to reveal a discernible coating of sexual appeal, his eyes varnished with distending lust. "Let me take you back to my place." He growled lowly.
Sasuke casually leaned closer to him, his eyes darting to the side coyly. "I would love-"
The air in his lungs froze.
Out of all of the eyes in the club that were glued onto him, one pair caught his gaze.
It was one pair of white eyes.
The Hyuuga seemed to be surprised, as if he had just noticed that Sasuke was there. His face was twisted with perplexed contemplation, as though he was deciding if what he was seeing was actually there. He appeared to be in the exact same situation as Sasuke; a man was seated not very far from him, slanting forward as if they were engaging in serious conversation.
Sasuke swallowed. He hadn't seen Neji in a month. He had forgotten the fierce stare that those fair colored eyes gave off when they were locked on something they wanted.
He remembered the way he felt when he saw Sakura again at the movies and wondered: Was that same feeling now rushing through Neji's veins?
"I would love to but-" Sasuke mumbled, his eyes still fastened on Neji's.
"But what?" The man asked, sounding slightly defeated.
Neji rose from his chair, target in sight.
Shit.
"-but I have to leave." Sasuke leapt to his toes. "I'm sorry."
"Wait-" The man called out.
Ignoring the man, he turned back to look at Neji. The Hyuuga was pushing through the crowd, approaching rapidly. Sasuke glanced around the club. He had two choices: Leave through the front door and run into Neji on his way out, or Find his own way out.
Dashing into the crowds of dancers, Sasuke decided he would uncover his own way out of the area.
To his right he saw a back door blocked with hundreds of people. He would never get through them all without starting a riot. He clipped the corner of the bar, taking a left, and following an employee through a door marked: "Employees Only".
Once in, he took another right, trying to find a route that led to the outside. After going through another door he found himself in what looked to be some sort of storage room. Boxes of items cluttered the room, stacked almost seven feet high. The room itself was also big, and contained three doors total, counting the one he just came through, each one on a different side of the room. He crossed the space in a sprint, clasping his hands around the first door handle and pulled.
Locked.
"Fuck." He muttered.
He darted to the other side, yanking on the second handle.
Locked again.
The only other direction was back the way he came, and he could only hope that he hadn't locked himself inside.
Sasuke jogged forward, aiming to reach the place where he first entered. He was seven feet away from the door when it started to open. He came to a sudden halt, freezing in his place.
He prayed that it was an employee or someone who worked at the club.
But of course, why should he be so lucky?
Neji entered and shut the door behind him. His eyes still held the slight mystification that entranced Sasuke's attention minutes earlier.
"I'm leaving." Sasuke stated firmly, slowly making a wide circle around where Neji stood, trying to get to the door.
Neji moved in the opposite direction, away from the door, copying his movements. It was like they were two wild animals, circling each other; at any time one of them could pounce.
Neji's eyebrows furrowed. "I want to talk to you, Sasuke."
Sasuke growled, reaching the exit and grasping the handle. He pulled with all of his strength.
Why couldn't he guess that this one would be locked as well?
"Son of a bitch." He muttered, turning his back to the door and leaning against it. He locked himself inside, with the Hyuuga, who had now switched places with him, but was moving closer.
"I need to talk to you, Sasuke. Please listen." Neji emphasized.
Sasuke had no urge to listen. He wanted out. He didn't want to be anywhere near the man that drove out the wildest feelings from inside of him. He hated the fact that he could never control himself.
"I don't want to hear it." He snapped.
Neji was inches away now. Sasuke could feel the warmth of his body radiating into his own. He pressed as close to the door as he could, wishing that it would somehow open, allowing him to escape from this confrontation.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Neji said with a scowl.
Sasuke turned away from him. "Yeah, sure."
Neji moved closer. "I am."
"Okay. So, what? What do you want me to say now?" Sasuke muttered.
"That you forgive me."
Sasuke snorted, looking up. "Forgive you for trying to kill my father?"
Neji's gave him a stern look. "I'm not sorry for that. I'm sorry for what his death could have done to your family, but not for the pain I caused that bastard."
Sasuke couldn't respond to that.
"I hope he burns in hell." Neji added with a clench of his fists.
"Yeah," Sasuke mumbled. "Sometimes I do too."
Neji reached out, intending to cup Sasuke's face gently. Sasuke flinched away from him. "Don't."
"Why are you so afraid to give in to what you want?" Neji whispered seductively, his face inching closer.
"Who says you're what I want?" Sasuke questioned softly.
"Didn't you miss me? At all?" Neji smirked. "It's been a long time."
"No, I haven't missed you." Sasuke whispered.
"You're lying." He confirmed with an incline of his brow.
Sasuke lunged forward, his chest hitting Neji's, their noses touching slightly. "And you seem to think you know everything."
Neji smiled. "Not everything."
"In case you haven't heard, Hyuuga; I lie about a lot of things." Sasuke hissed.
Neji remained silent, although a small smile continued to tug on the apex of his lips.
"What if I told you every kiss, every throe of passion, was a lie? Sasuke challenged. "Or, if I told you that I felt nothing between us?" He took a small edge forward. Their lips were millimeters from touching. "What would you say then, hmm?"
"Then I'd tell you to prove that notion." Neji answered haughtily.
"You couldn't handle it." Sasuke purred.
Neji narrowed his eyes. "Try me."
Sasuke's lips seized the Hyuuga's, imprisoning him in a searing kiss. He glided his tongue into the already willing mouth before him, controlling every aspect of the terse intrusion.
The Hyuuga pressed his body into Sasuke's, his hands coming upwards to grasp Sasuke's face in an attempt to pull him closer.
Sasuke growled, ripping from his clutches. Neji was momentarily stunned, but had no time to think before Sasuke seized him by the arms, pushing him roughly into the wall behind him.
"Don't move." He warned, attacking the Hyuuga's mouth once more.
Neji grunted, his hands rolling up into fists as Sasuke continued to have his way with his lips. Sasuke kept his hands firmly placed on the other's shoulders, preventing reposition. The situation reminded Sasuke much of the incident that occurred in the alley way where the Hyuuga had him trembling in his grip.
He was now determined to do the same.
Sasuke broke from the kiss, watching with amusement as Neji sighed with displeasure.
Sasuke leaned his face adjacent to the Hyuuga's so that his breath could tickle the other's ear. "How do you feel?" He whispered sensually.
"Hot for you." Neji murmured, pulling back to look Sasuke in the eyes.
"Good," Sasuke smirked. "Then I've proven my point."
Neji's eyes skimmed over Sasuke's body like he was going to devour him. "And you don't feel the same?" He asked softly, but the determination in his voice made the air surrounding them grow thick.
Sasuke dragged the back of his hand over his lips, wiping the traces of saliva from mouth. Neji stared at him, waiting anxiously for a response.
"No," He said with a glare. "I feel nothing."
He watched as the Hyuuga's face contorted with anger, his brows furrowing in confusion as if he couldn't possibly comprehend the reason for Sasuke's blunt and honest answer.
His lips curled. "I don't believe you."
"Well, you better get the fuck over it." Sasuke spat. "Because I could make out with you all night and not feel a thing."
"Oh really?" Neji questioned with a smirk. "Let's test that theory out, shall we?"
Sasuke scoffed. "N-"
He had no time to protest before the Hyuuga's moist lips were graphing into his own, a contorted dance of voracity.
Sasuke moved into him, pressing deeper, determined to get this over with as quickly as possible. Why was it that Neji couldn't see the ****pessimism that he had become? He had no feelings of this sort for anyone. He had no feelings at all.
He was as solid as a rock within.
Neji pulled away from him roughly. Did he finally understand?
"Easy," He whispered. "I don't want to rush this."
Sasuke tensed at the feel of Neji's hands sliding to the side of his head, his thumbs softly outlining the frame of his face.
"You said we had all night, right?"
Sasuke's eyes dropped to the other's mouth and then back up again. "And?"
Neji's lips touched his faintly then pulled away. "Don't think I'll let you go any sooner."
Sasuke angled his chin upwards, scowling. "Don't think you'll be making any progress by taking your time."
Neji just shook his head and chuckled. "What has come over you?" The Hyuuga dipped his head. "You seem…anxious."
"Ha," Sasuke feigned humor. "You wish."
"I never said it was for me." Neji replied, bitterly.
Sasuke smirked. "Well, don't get your hopes up. It's not."
Neji pressed another kiss to his mouth. "You can let me be the judge of that."
With the Hyuuga's hands steadying his face, Sasuke remained motionless as Neji proceeded to kiss him again, slowly, allowing time to let sensual act sink in. Sasuke found this tempo extremely boring, expressing so in a small sigh of annoyance that made Neji growl.
Despite Sasuke's tone of displeasure, Neji continued, slowly still, as he kissed him.
Sasuke was soon finding it hard not to kiss back, the movement of the Hyuuga's lips on his exciting that part of him that urged him to duplicate the action. That part of him was impaled into his brain; the part to repeat. The part of him that screamed to satisfy the other was also that same part of him that craved for the attention while doing so. Still, he felt no weakness in the knees, no hunger for more, and no need for anything as he pressed gently back into Neji.
It was simply a kiss.
A brief exchange of saliva, a momentary brush of the lips or tongue.
Speaking of tongue, Neji's had materialized into the equation, slowly stroking Sasuke's bottom lip as if he had to ask for entrance.
Mechanically his mouth opened, allowing the Hyuuga full access to whatever he desired. He watched Neji's face: eyes closed, serene yet unwavering in his mission.
And suddenly those eyes flew open, snaring Sasuke and pulling him in to drown. Averting his gaze was impossible; those whitish windows took hold of him. He could see the lust, the depraved desires that they withheld, all shooting into him from that one glance like high powered bullets.
They broke without reason, gasping. Neji's hands tightened their hold on Sasuke's face.
"Tell me," He panted. "Tell me that you felt nothing."
Sasuke could not answer.
"I thought so," Neji murmured, hands slipping down to Sasuke's waist. "You feel what I do."
His white eyes flared. "So stop denying it."
The movement of limbs quickly angled Sasuke between the Hyuuga and the wall. Mouth to mouth, breath to breath, Neji was once again in control.
Bile rose in his throat. How dare he.
Despite his utter repulsion, Sasuke kissed back fiercely, refusing to take to Neji's slow and ridiculous pace. He could feel Neji smirking into him, the Hyuuga's mouth leaving his so that he could bite his way up Sasuke's throat and unrelentingly suck on the sensitive spot below his earlobe.
Sasuke gasped out at the sensation, unsuspectingly allowing Neji another perfect attempt to plunge himself into his mouth, consuming him completely. Sasuke couldn't fathom the reason why his body responded to the scandalous tongue of Neji Hyuuga; it angered him. The kiss went from soft nibbles along the edges of the mouth to harsh and harming bites of frustration as Sasuke tried desperately to show his attitude to the situation he was placed in. He felt caged; Neji's body was practically suffocating him between the cold surfaces of the partition. He grunted in exasperation.
The swift change in pace did nothing to deter the Hyuuga. He leaned in closer, if possible, his tongue gliding over every section of Sasuke's mouth, caressing his tongue, his teeth.
"Don't you remember what I can do to you?" Neji breathed against his lips. Sasuke had nothing more than a moment's breath before the kissing continued; responding was not an option.
But of course he remembered.
And damn him for the heated reminder.
He could feel the sweat forming on both of their foreheads, their clothing slowly riding upwards with the collisions of their bodies. He could feel Neji's need through his pants, resentment traversing through his body once again.
"You were my bitch once."
Growling, Sasuke ripped himself from the kiss and placed his hands on Neji's shoulders, pushing him back roughly.
"You are not forgiven!" He practically shouted.
Neji sighed, his hands flying up in frustration. "Why not?"
"I didn't quite like the way you treated me," Sasuke licked his lips. "Last time."
Neji's eyes rolled. "Oh?" He asked breathlessly. "And how was that?"
Sasuke's eyes flared and he touched noses with Neji. "Like I was your bitch."
The Hyuuga shrugged his shoulders. "What will you have me do? I can't rewind time," His eyes glinted. "Wish I could, though."
Sasuke said nothing, but continued to glare at him.
Finally, Neji's features seemed to relax with defeat. "I'll do anything for you, just name it," He then lit up. "But you have to forgive me afterwards."
Sasuke could feel himself begin to smile. "Anything?"
Neji exhaled. "Yes. Whatever you want."
"Well first, apologize." Sasuke proposed innocently.
Neji smirked slightly. "For the thousandth time, I'm sorry."
Sasuke chuckled. "Not yet, but you will be."
"Hmm?" Neji's head tilted. "Is that a threat I hear?"
Ever so softly, Sasuke pressed a kiss to the Hyuuga's throat. "A promise." He whispered.
Sasuke worked his way around Neji, so that the Hyuuga was in between him and the wall.
"I want control." Sasuke started, taking Neji by the collar and pushing him backwards.
"Is that all?" Neji breathed with excitement, his body unwinding against the wall. "Go for it."
"I don't think you realize," Sasuke trailed his kisses to Neji's ear. "The intensity of my demand."
This time, Neji did a double take. "What else is there to comprehend?"
"Answer me this." Sasuke ordered, ignoring his prior question. "Have you been with other men besides me?"
Neji couldn't answer it quickly enough. "Certainly," He smirked. "What does this have to do with anything?"
"How have you been with them?"
Neji snorted. "What kind of question is that? What do you mean, how?"
Sasuke leaned in, his eyes boring down into the Hyuuga's. "Have you ever been 'the bitch', Neji?"
The Hyuuga laughed. Sasuke did not.
Neji's eyes slowly widened and his laughing ceased immediately. "Wait," He paused and Sasuke raised an eyebrow. He practically leapt from his skin. "You can't be serious."
"It was just a simple question." Sasuke purred in delight. "You haven't answered."
"I-!" Neji couldn't finish. He couldn't even start. T he words were stolen from his lips, but Sasuke already knew the answer. It was a question he had longed to ask him from the get go, but had never gotten around to it.
To think that Neji had never experienced the other side of sex made Sasuke's skin ripple with joy. He was always so firm and dominant, never once taking a moment to recede away from his position on his high horse. He thought he knew everything. Could do everything.
Sasuke's mouth was in a permanent smile of satisfaction.
"Would you be my bitch?" He whispered huskily.
Neji was voice was a quiver. "Is…that what you want?"
"That is what I want."
Neji was silent. His eyes spoke for him. Was that…curiosity lurking amidst those white orbs?
It made Sasuke hard just thinking of it.
He spun the Hyuuga around until his face came in contact with the wall. Neji grunted, his form visibly shaking. Whether it was from excitement or fear, Sasuke had no idea.
And at the moment he didn't care.
"Does this feel familiar?" He growled, crushing his body into Neji's from behind.
Neji said nothing as Sasuke moved his cold fingers up underneath the Hyuuga's shirt, gently grazing his fingers across his already hardened nipples. Sasuke could hear Neji's breaths coming out in short, quiet gasps, his eyes fluttering closed from the sensation.
Before Neji had the chance to enjoy the foreplay any longer, Sasuke removed his hand, enjoying the soft sigh of displeasure that escaped the Hyuuga's parted lips. Ever so slowly, Sasuke slid two fingers up to Neji's mouth, pressing roughly. "Suck." He murmured.
Neji was hesitant. "And this is for?"
"Preparation. So the pain won't be as…immense…"
The Hyuuga shifted uncomfortably. Sasuke burned with anticipation.
"Well?" He challenged.
Tentatively, Neji allowed his fingers to enter the warm, wet confines of his mouth that Sasuke knew all too well. This whole process reminded him of a similar action with the Hyuuga's mouth, but it wasn't Sasuke's fingers that he had been sucking on…
Sasuke kissed the back of Neji's neck, whispering, "That's good enough."
Neji released his fingers now fully coated in Sasuke's saliva. "What now?" His voice shook.
His hands slipped to the Hyuuga's pants, greedily pulling them down. He licked his lips at the sight of Neji's tight, toned ass. Neji shivered.
He couldn't believe how badly he wanted this.
Neji's head turned slightly. "S-Sasuke, what-"
Without any extra warning, Sasuke plunged his two fingers inside of the Hyuuga, his free hand shooting up to cover Neji's mouth from the inevitable scream.
And scream he did. His muffled cries choked through the openings in Sasuke's fingers, his body lurching into the wall, violently shuddering at the intrusion. His muscles contracted around Sasuke's digits, his body fighting against the invasion. His nails scraped at the wall, desperate for traction.
Sasuke moaned. He always understood pain. He also knew he enjoyed having it himself. But except for his Father, he never thought he would enjoy someone else's pain. He had never known that this side of Neji existed, but what he could clearly see was that this side of Neji was turning him on beyond belief even if he couldn't explain the reason for his enjoyment. It just was.
Neji's chest heaved, his heavy breathing striking Sasuke's hand ceaselessly. He wasn't looking at him any longer. The Hyuuga's eyes were aimed straight at the wall, looking at nothing. Sasuke watched intently as Neji's eyes squinted together tightly, his body contracted one last time. When his eyes reopened again, a single tear slid down his cheek, coming to a stop upon Sasuke's hand. He took in one more sharp breath through his nose before he realized Sasuke had become his single audience; he turned his head down in shame.
He could feel Neji's body relaxing slowly, his breathing pattern returning almost normal. He removed his hand from the Hyuuga's mouth and leaned his face in so his teeth could softly bite Neji's neck.
"Hardest part is over." He whispered.
Neji said nothing, only shivered.
Sasuke proceeded in the act, gently taking his fingers out before pressing them back inside.
Neji gritted his teeth, wincing. He released a broken breath.
Sasuke continued to repeat the process. Once, twice, three times.
"How does it feel?" Sasuke questioned, his voice was silk against Neji's cheek.
"Painful." He rasped. Neji's jaw clenched with the next movement of Sasuke's fingers. It was the first word he spoken since they began.
Sasuke's free hand snuck around the Hyuuga's waist, taking his hardened member between his fingers, squeezing gently. "What about that?" He questioned in a raucous tone.
Neji's body rocked into Sasuke's clutch, moaning lightly. Sasuke hadn't expected a real answer anyhow.
This one was better.
Without explaining what he was doing, Sasuke picked up the pace of his fingers, idling stroking Neji along with the movement of his digits. He continued to do this until Neji's body was melting into his own, his eyes shut with the sheer pleasure that Sasuke provided. It was a sight Sasuke had longed to see.
"More." It was a faint whisper.
"Hmm?" Sasuke leaned closer, smirking. "What did you say, Hyuuga?"
"Mo-" His breath caught and he moaned again; he couldn't speak. Sasuke's fingers pressed deeper, searching.
"I'll make you scream." He purred. "I've always wanted you to scream for me, Hyuuga."
Neji held back, biting his lip to keep from exposing more of his emotion. Sasuke could tell that he was trying to hide as much of his feelings as possible. He chuckled inwardly. That wouldn't last long.
With one sharp thrust of his fingers, Neji gasped, his knees buckling beneath him.
Abandoning the Hyuuga's hardened member, Sasuke used his arm to hold the weak male up and stabilize him. Neji's lips quivered and he braced himself against the wall. His arms wobbled despite his attempt at balance.
Sasuke continued, hitting that same spot over and over until Neji was pressing back against him his moans growing louder and more rapturous than before.
"Harder." Neji murmured, sighing with delight.
Sasuke's confidence soared as he gave into the Hyuuga's request. "Yes, of course." He answered with a smirk.
Two more hard thrusts and Neji was almost there. Sasuke could feel it.
He kissed the Hyuuga's earlobe before biting it playfully. "You haven't screamed yet." He whispered.
Neji's body froze as he reached climax, Sasuke's request finally fulfilled as he cried out his name. It couldn't have been a better feeling that overcame him. He almost reached his own end just by watching the Hyuuga moan and shudder with release.
They were silent for the longest time. Sasuke removed his fingers, holding Neji steady with both arms. The Hyuuga sighed; his head leaning back to rest on Sasuke's shoulder. Sweat trickled down his forehead.
"Well?" He asked.
Sasuke stared at him. "Well, what?"
"Is that all?" Neji questioned with a wicked grin. "Or would you like to continue with the actual act?"
Sasuke shivered as Neji's hand reached back to graze across his covered erection.
"Looks like you need it." He purred.
"Jesus." Sasuke groaned. This was all taking a toll on his body.
None the less, he lunged for his belt, ready to open it and finish the job when the door to the storage room started to slowly open.
"Shit," He muttered, closing his pants back up. "Someone's here."
Whether that was a relief or a curse, Sasuke was once again clueless.
A little scream penetrated the room as Neji was fastening his pants closed.
"Oh Jesus, come on, you two, get out of here!" It was a man that worked at the club. He shielded his eyes, cursing silently to himself. "Why do people always come back here to have sex?"
"Maybe next time." Sasuke whispered in Neji's ear, leaving him to fix up his clothing. He was rewarded with a smirk.
"We were just leaving." He suggested to the employer, as he made his way passed him. Neji was silently following his lead.
"Uh huh, sure you were-" The man paused, taking in a good look as they walked through the open door. "Sasuke Uchiha?"
Sasuke stiffened.
"A-Are you Sasuke Uchiha?" He asked, sounding astonished.
"Who's asking?" Sasuke turned to look back at the man.
"Don't you remember me?" The guy asked with a laugh. "We met here about six months ago."
Sasuke analyzed the man's face. He had no memory of every meeting him. "No. I don't remember."
The guy shrugged, shutting the door behind them. "I get it if you don't want to say anything in front of your boyfriend."
Neji's death glare was kicking in, staring the mysterious man down.
"Maybe I'm mistaken…" The guy said quickly, noticing Neji's look. He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Well, I think you are. And I have no boyfriend." Sasuke said with a hard stare, catching the man by surprise.
Neji visibly tensed.
"Oh, well then you are the Sasuke I'm talking about." The guy chuckled.
Neji's eyes darted to Sasuke momentarily, and then went back to the peculiar male.
Who was this man?
"What the hell does that mean?" Sasuke could feel himself grow uneasy.
The man blinked, smiling cruelly. "You're the same drunken slut that I fucked last time. At least whores get paid for what you do for free." He chuckled to himself. "I mean, fuck- look at you. You're disgusting."
It didn't even sting. He kind of felt it coming. The guy was right about it anyways. He never remembered the names or faces of people he had casual, drunken, drugged up sex with. It was just normal to him to hear the words.
Although he was so comfortable with being referred to as such slang, he was absolutely dumbfounded and horrified when Neji reared back and punched the guy right in the face. Sasuke jumped backwards in shock as the man tumbled to his knees from the force of the blow. His eyes shot to Neji.
"Why did you do that?" He asked flabbergasted. He was sure that his mouth was hanging agape.
The man moaned in pain and Neji turned his eyes on Sasuke. He was enraged. The glimpses inside his eyes made Sasuke want to curl up into a ball and be anywhere but in his presence. The cold passages of sight were highlighted with disappointment and audacity. It was the same look a parent gave their kids before they were punished. This look caused Sasuke's confidence to shrink back down into a speck of dust.
"Because I knew you wouldn't." Neji spat, turning his back on the scene and marching away.
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Day Seven
^^1 new voicemail^^
Hey, Sasuke. It's Sakura. I'm uh- haha, well, I'm on my way home. I was thinking we should get together, y'know…maybe go on like a…date or something? Well, I mean it's only if you want to, but you don't have to, I mean I could just come over or whatever. If your home. Are you home? Okay, wow. I'm talking to your answering machine… I'll just…call you back! Haha, alright bye.
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A/N: So what did you think? I know, slightly dirtier but that's okay. Now all of you Sasu/Saku Fans, don't fret. Your parts are coming. Slowly. But they're almost here! Please try to understand that everything I write about Sasuke and what he does is for good reason and it all has purpose to his future relationships. (Winkwink)
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