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Author's Note: This is YAOI or SLASH or SHOUNEN AI. Whatever you prefer, this is it. Don't like it, leave. 'Tis that simple.
This drabble belongs to SilverWing129. It's is SasuNeji as you requested! It is also rather... erm... GRAPHIC. I didn't know what else to do... so I wrote about sex. Yup. I'm that pathetic. Ha. Oh well... Also, this is the last drabble I've written... AGAIN. I will try to write one while in school today so that I can put that one up tomorrow, but since I'm still sick, I doubt my head will be working well enough. Blargh.
Ailurophobia: Fear of Cats. Yup. I cheated. -sweatdrop-
Also, everybody should go read "Uninvited" by Pirate Burn. It is AMAZING. There is no NejiSasu yet, though... but if you bug her to frikkin UPDATE, I'm sure it'll eventually show up. Heh. Her writing is amazing, though, so just go read it and be happy, because it's a great story. Seriously. I love it!
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Scared
Sasuke was a cold-blooded killer; he was brought up to be that way. There was nothing wrong with it. That was the job of a shinobi; that was his job as an Uchiha. He remembered every person he ever killed; ever life he ever destroyed and took away. He was not proud of it, but he would never pretend that it did not happen; that he did not take those lives away willingly. It was a part of who Sasuke was.
Uchiha Sasuke was a killer. A murderer. A shinobi. A tool. An Uchiha.
The Hyuuga were different. Their specialty was capturing fugitives alive and making sure that they were no longer a threat. They were efficient in the art of silent seize and capturing; infiltration with use of their Byakugan; spying. The Hyuuga were silent and not as violent as their murderous brethren.
Except for Hyuuga Neji. A genius by any means, Neji was the perfect assassin. With his eyes more advanced than most of his clan put together, he could stop a heart with the simple touch of a palm to a chest. People caught on this right away; having a Hyuuga as an assassin would be an asset. Mistakes would be few. He became the most wanted tool of Konoha next to the last living Uchiha. A tool of perfection.
It made Neji sick.
Whenever the pale-eyed boy returned from one of his assassin missions, soaked in coughed up blood or as clean as his killing method, his mask would be in place, the perfect tool without emotion until he entered the confines of privacy. He would find privacy in Sasuke's apartment more often times than not. He always felt dirty, tainted, impure by the death dealt by his own hands. He would feel dead… like Death himself personified… and Sasuke would be there to revive him once again.
Pale eyes, lifeless, blank, would look up and Sasuke would reach out to graze his nails along bare shoulders to catch his attention. Black looked into white; white as cool and despairing as a winter's snow, and black as bottomless and safe as a catcher's net. Gently, a comforting gaze would hold eyes of white. A silence only broken by their lusty breathing, and movement only seen as the younger boy slowly entered the tight ring of muscle of the older boy. A pale face would contort slightly in pain, and Sasuke would massage the bare shoulders soothingly.
"I'm not going to let you fall," he would say before their practiced rhythm would start.
And he wouldn't; Sasuke would hold fast to the Hyuuga as he pounded life back into the other boy. Neji would be like a stone, expressions barely flickering as Sasuke sailed closer and closer to the peak. The Hyuuga would not start to show any emotion till he was close, so close that Sasuke could count every bead of sweat on his face, so close and so predictable that he knew that Neji was going to climax the moment those all-seeing eyes would screw shut in ecstasy. Then, one of them would cry out and the other would follow shortly after, and once again the air would be filled with breathy gasps.
Then, only sometimes, when the death had been particularly horrible, Neji would not move from his position even several moments after the sex had ended. Sasuke would understand, and he would lie down beside him, taking the other boy in his arms, and no matter how many times he did this, Neji would always flinch away from him, surprised and still not 'alive' yet. Sasuke would just hold him tighter, placing a soft kiss to the other boy's temple and letting his breath waft over his face. A sigh would leave his lips.
"I'm not going to let you fall."
And, as if to prove his point, Sasuke would tighten his grip. Five minutes, ten minutes, sometimes forty minutes later, Neji would finally relax and that dead look in eyes of white would disappear.
Sasuke would have done his job; he would have killed the ghosts following Neji around for the time. Then there would be another mission, more ghosts, and their cycle would repeat. He would be needed again, slaying demons that followed the longhaired Jounin around. And he would kill his own fears—his own loneliness—at the same time.