A/N: POV's from here on folks! I find it so much easier to write X)
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will.
Executive Affairs
Chapter 2 SASUKE POVBy the time I've wandered back to the bar, I've been asked to dance by six women and two men. I might've taken one of them up on the offer if I wasn't so preoccupied with Gaara. That boy is really something.
I slip into a barstool next to Neji and his wife Tenten, who must've arrived when I was away. Neji looks at me with disbelief written all over his face.
"You were…turned down?"
I nod.
He snorts and Tenten laughs.
"Well, there's a first time for everything!" she says light-heartedly.
I spin around and lean back against the bar, arms folded. Surveying the room, I see Sakura and Ino – rabid fangirls to be avoided at all costs, Lee – one of Neji's many strange friends, Naruto – my rival for some unknown reason, and then I attempt to find Gaara. I finally spot him leaning against a wall at the side of the room, eyes closed. I watch him closely, a small smile playing across my lips. He has one foot planted firmly on the wall, the other on the floor.
A man walks over and stands next to Gaara who lazily opens one eye in curiosity, then shuts it again.
I tap Neji on the shoulder. I point to the man and ask, "Who is he?"
Neji looks where I'm point and answers, "Orochimaru. He's some corporate businessman or something. I'm not quite sure what he does, but he's definitely someone you need to impress."
"Right."
Neji returns to his conversation with Tenten.
I watch as Orochimaru leans closer to Gaara, too close for my liking and apparently the redhead's liking as well. He pushes himself off the wall and begins to move away. Before he can get too far, Orochimaru grabs Gaara's arm and pulls him right up against his body. It takes all of my self control not to jump up and smack that motherfucker right here, right now.
It seems that Gaara has the same idea. In one fluid movement he brings an arm up, curls a delicate hand and sucker punches Orochimaru right in the face. The sound of the impact is loud. It echoes around the hall and attracts the attention of everybody present. The whispering starts almost immediately. Gaara, however, seems nonplussed and glides away, leaving the poor man on the floor behind, cradling his ugly face.
I'm very pleased to see that Gaara is heading towards the bar. Peoples stares and murmurs follow him the whole way but he either doesn't notice or just doesn't give a flying fuck what they think.
Damn, how have I not noticed him before now?
"Gaara!" I catch his attention and point to a sear next to me, the seat that Neji vacated when he and Tenten went to dance a few minutes ago. Gaara shrugs in a 'whatever' sort of manner, throws himself next to me and orders a beer.
"Who are you?"
"Sasuke Uchiha."
He hums and taps his fingers on the table, staring at the glass in front of him.
"Let's blow this joint, Uchiha."
I raise an eyebrow, but follow as he heads towards the exit. He waits outside the door and I walk towards my car. I can hear him behind me, feet crunching on the gravel. I can feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. If I stopped now…
"Where to?" I ask, unlocking the car and climbing into the drivers seat.
"Somewhere. Anywhere."
I don't start the car. We sit there. I say nothing. Neither does he. And surprisingly, it's not awkward.
"How old are you?"
He looks at me and says "Eighteen."
I watch his lips as he says the word. He has nice lips. They look soft. I hope to find out how they really feel soon.
"So, you're company…"
"Shut up," he snaps, "you don't care, just want to get in my pants."
Busted.
He looks at me again, a devilish glint in his eyes.
"I won't stop you."
Smirk.
"Let's go somewhere-"
"Oh for fucks sake."
He grabs my hair and roughly presses his lips to mine. I was right, they are soft. He slips his tongue into my mouth and I lean over him, attempting to find the lever to recline the seat. When I eventually manage it I lay him down gently and climb over the gear stick to straddle his slim hips. We break apart for a minute to get comfortable. He smiles that impish smile of his before pushing my jackets off my shoulders and pulling me down by my tie. Our lips connect violently. He thrusts his hips upwards to meet mine and we both gasp.
"Fuck." He breathes in an unbelievably sexy voice.
Just as I'm about to attack his neck with my mouth he pushes me off, sits up, straightens his clothes and climbs out of the car. He turns around to smile at me and whisper, "I have business to attend to. We'll carry on where we left off next time."
Then he struts away.
I am about to explode.
But the thing is, the fact that he abandoned me turns me on even more. That boy is going to be the death of me.
I clear my throat, clamber back over to the drivers seat and turn the key in the ignition.
I may be going home alone tonight, but it certainly won't be that way next time we meet, Gaara.
A/N: OH GAARA, YOU DEVIL X)
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