7 Deadly Sins

by KrazynKuukii

It was a game meant to be survived until the bitter end.

4. Greed

Neji stormed into the cave glowering as he ripped the black revealing dress from his body. How could he have submitted so easily? So carelessly? How could he carelessly damn someone simply for what he'd done in the past? For what he was doing now? It didn't matter, and he definitely couldn't judge considering he wasn't god. It's that demon Gaara's fault for forcing him to help in something so vile. So Neji turned on him making sure that demon knew the brunt of his anger.

"How could you?!" Neji demanded of the demon lying casually on the fur bedding. You bastard! What is wrong with you?!"

Gaara shrugged carelessly. "I'm a demon Neji, what did you expect?"

"I hope you burn in hell!" Neji replied with a scowl.

He ripped the remainder of the dress from his form and dropped to the cave floor with a shudder. Choosing to cover himself with his bare goose bumped covered arms than whatever Gaara could offer.

"You're not worried you'll burn with me?" Gaara whispered brushing his claws through the boy's silken brown locks.

Neji bit his lip, refusing to show any weakness this demon could feast on or use against him later.

"I didn't..." Neji paused not knowing what else to say, or there was nothing to say, but he tried nonetheless. "I..."

"You had a choice."

The demon was right. Terribly so. He did have a choice and Neji shuddered as the memories replayed themselves, his body curving into itself as more goosebumps broke out over his naked flesh. His hair fell, hiding himself from Gaara's wandering eyes as the demon left him to brood. A sob, cracked and dulled, escaped him as he swallowed, tears bubbling and threatening to spill. With his face buried into the pale top of his knees, Neji began to wonder. What had he been thinking? How could he have enjoyed that without any remorse? Even now he still felt the slightest bit of glee at what Gaara did for him. Or at least the demon claimed it was for him.

How long had Gaara been watching him for him to have known?

Gaara had known that his cousins were killed. He'd known about Orochimaru, Sarutobi and Konohamaru, his uncle and father, hell even the entire Hyuuga clan. How much does Gaara, that demon, know to have ensnared one of the men responsible for his sisters death?

His name was Hidan Coracanie, and now thanks to Neji, his soul was burning in hell.

XXXX

"I plan to consume his soul."

Gaara was pointing to a well-stature man sitting at a loaners table. Gamblers took out loans and or paid their debts here. This man was undoubtedly the richest man in the place. His face was completely shaven, and his hair groomed. Creamy silk tunic and black trousers led down into black leather boots with a buckle. His sharp purplish eyes were on Neji, Gaara, and the brown sack Gaara was currently holding. Neji didn't know the contents of the bag, but considering the place they were in, he had a pretty good guess. Chuckling slightly Gaara offered the thing to Neji.

"Take this and try gambling."

He wasn't looking at Neji when he said this, but watching the man at the table who followed the movements of the bag. Neji had this weird inkling feeling that the two knew each other, and that he knew the man personally as well. Neji pushed the bag away with a frown, grimacing as a passing male leered lecherously at Neji's girlish appearance. Neji clenched his fist to refrain from shuddering and pushing himself into the demon's arms.

"I don't wish to be here, especially not like this." Neji pulled the dress down slightly, fear of it rising had him clenching the fabric to his sides. "Can we leave?"

With a shake of his head Gaara began strolling, forcing Neji to follow as he looked over the nearby gambling tables, swinging the sack over one broad shoulder. He gazed over the crowded tables of scantily dressed women, gamblers, some gaining riches while others sank further into poverty. In a desperate attempt to gain what they lost, some had tossed what looked to be valuable heirlooms and trinkets. Expensive jewels, gold, silver, and copper littered the shaky wooden slabs of tables to the point of over flowing. The women hung off the richer man at the table switching from man to man depending on who won what round and how ever many times.

Quite a few of them, men and women alike, eyed the duo with salivating eyes, whether it be lust or greed, Neji didn't care to find out. Yet a daring hand managed to ensnare his waist without him realizing.

"Get your_!" Neji turned to punch whomever had dared to grab him. "Gaara!"

"Pay attention." The demon chastised, running clawed fingers through Neji's hair before bringing it to his nose. He inhaled licking his lips as the scent brought forth a good dozen images to the forefront of his mind. "Mmmm. I love what your scent does to me." Gaara murmured into the delicate shell of Neji's ear. "Take notice there."

The demon nodded his head in the direction of a crowded table of a wealthier set of men.

"See their faces," Gaara continued to whisper, pulling Neji closer so that they were flushed together. "That one there."

Neji looked with guarded interest, the lights dimmed forcing him to squint slightly. Luckily the owner had the sense to alight the tables with a single over head lantern, leaving the rest of the place in a maze of shadows. The man Gaara had pointed out was quite round, fat to be more specific, his eyes alight and glinting slightly to the point where his cards, greased and stained a pale brown, reflected from his grubby, oily hands. His skin was pale, face plump, pink tinted, and fattened from over eating. His tunic of fine cotton was was soil stained and stretched over his thickened body and round and bulging stomach.

To the man's left was a plate stacked high with numerous meats and very little fruit. As more gold was tossed onto the table for betting, the man reached his hand over and ripped a rather large piece of meat, possibly salted pork, from the stack and crammed it into his mouth. He wiped his fingers on his tunic as juice and grease ran down the sides of his mouth while he chewed.

Neji refrained from puking at the disgusting sight.

"Quite gluttonous wouldn't you agree?"

"It's..." Neji paused to refrain from saying 'disgusting' and instead said, "He's eating, people eat every day. It's a part of living in case you didn't know."

"You mean disgusting... at least that's what you were thinking."

Neji gave a start turning in the demon's tight grasp.

"I wasn't..."

"Thinking that?" Gaara finished for him, cutting him off entirely. He chuckled with an eerie smile. "Don't worry, lucky for you, little Chouji isn't on my list." He pushed his face into Neji's exposed collar bone and took another whiff of the boy's virgin scent.

Neji looked away as a delicate pink grew daintily across his cheeks.

"I want you to take this to that table there." Neji allowed his gaze to follow the clawed finger to the loaners table. "And don't let anything happen to that bag."

Neji took the bag reluctantly, eyes staring at the table and how awfully far away it seemed.

"Are you leaving me here?" Neji turned hoping for a 'no'.

"Of course not." The demon replied. "Now go I'll be right here."

Relieved, Neji began his trek towards the loaners table, the man sitting there eyeing the bag he had been given the entire time. Neji walked over desperately, clutching the bag as both men and women leered, some reaching out to brush eager fingers against the naked pale skin glowing in the dim lighting. The dress revealed more than what Neji wanted it to, the black and white frills bouncing with each hesitant step, and when a hand managed to snake its way to and grapple Neji's panty covered bottom, Neji followed the temptation to turn tail and run back into the safety of Gaara's unwanted arms.

Yet when he turned to run back, Gaara wasn't there.

Neji choked hoarsely into his own throat and masked a terrified whimper, his fingers numbing as he unconsciously tightened his grip on the seemingly slippery cloth. He quickly glanced about only to discover that the red headed demon was nowhere in sight. The hand was still grappling him, and Neji shifted slightly to dislodge the hand. Yet when he did three other hands latched on and fondled the flesh while spouting drunken slurs.

"Hey you!" The voice rumbled its way to Neji ears, and surprisingly when the brunette turned, he met the steel purple eyes of the man sitting at the loaners table.

"Don't mind em'." One man slurred pushing his groin against Neji's slowly exposed thigh. "Wa lil gal like yu doin here?"

Neji pulled from the grip and nearly tripped when another grabbed him by the back of his dress.

"Looky looky here fellas. We got a pretty boy here!"

The men whooped and whistled as they all clambered around and began pulling at his clothing.

"Leave the girl alone!" The loaner hollered from his table. "Unless you all want to pay extra for those tables!"

It got a reaction from some of the men, but the more drunken ones continued their harassment.

"Ey boy." Neji closed his eyes and sensitive nose from the rancid and foul alcoholic stench. "Lookin fur a man uh?"

Neji glared despite being outnumbered. "Leave me alone."

"I got yer man righ here." An older male, thirty or forties, dressed in nothing but a simple pair of run down trousers, grabbed his groin and gave it a squeeze. The others laughed and mimicked his antics parting ways as they did so. Some thrusting and others revealing their bare groins outright for Neji to see.

"Must I say it again?" The loaner questioned rising from his seat.

The lechers grumbled slightly, leaving as they disappeared into the faceless crowd of people, and Neji practicably ran to the safety that single table offered. With a sigh Neji fixed his attire blushing as he pulled down the back and smoothed the front. The loaner pulled out a chair and Neji raised a questioning brow.

"Sit down. The loaner command taking his own seat and flagging a waitress.

Neji sat his back awkwardly straight.

"Want a drink?"

Neji doesn't get the chance to answer, the waitress saunters over with two silver goblets filled with wine and the loaner pushes one over to him.

"Drink up. Loosen your nerves. No one will bother you here."

Neji nodded but didn't make a move for the goblet.

"Names Hidan Coracanie. Yours?"

Neji could tell the man, Hidan, was trying or pretending to be polite. It was obvious that he wanted to get his hands on the bag Neji held, and when he grazed his eyes over the bag a third time, Neji clutched the bag to his midsection. Instead of answering Neji tried to think as to why that name sounded so familiar. He rolled the syllables across his tongue, tasting the letters. He could feel it there, yet for some reason he couldn't grasp the memory for it. It was like looking through a dirty window, blur upon blur, nothing to see that could help him remember.

"Hey?" Hidan questioned snapping his fingers in the boys face. "Your name?"

Don't say...

Neji threw a surprised glance over his shoulder, looking for the demon that had suddenly whispered into his ear, but no one was there. His hand raised to touch the ear, that the breath of the demon supposedly whispered into.

He wasn't sure if he was hearing things.

"My name-"

Don't say...

Neji turned again, feeling awkward when he saw no one there. Looking to Hidan who quirked a brow, and with the bag crumpled in his unyielding fist, Neji shook his head with a repressed shudder of fear.

"Fine then," Hidan huffed taking a sip of his third glass thoughtfully. "How old are you?"

Neji gave a peek over his shoulder to be sure that he wasn't losing his mind before replying. "I'm -"

Don't say...

"I-I-I'm uhhh..." Neji looked to the wooden slabbed floor, head turned to avoid the man's curious gaze.

"You won't tell me anything will you?"

Neji shrugged taking another glance over his shoulder to be perfectly sure Gaara wasn't playing games with him.

"That's fine... You mind telling me who that fella that was with you?"

"Um..." Neji didn't dare to reply further, he was positively sure Gaara would tell him to keep his mouth shut.

"Who wants to know?"

Neji jumped and turned, the voice that had been whispering into his ear, ringing a lot louder and very much more clearer than a whisper. His jaw dropped when he turned and saw Gaara standing behind him. The demon reached his hand out and grabbed a few strands of the Hyuuga's hair, bringing the smoothness to his nose and inhaling the scent that he was becoming addicted to.

"Wondered where you'd went." Hidan muttered around the goblet of wine. "This yours?" he asked with a pinky pointed at the brunette beside him.

Gaara smiled as he released the hair he was holding, the pieces falling to join the others against Neji's exposed back.

"You owe me something quite valuable."

"Really?" Hidan grunted and narrowed his gaze. "And you owe me money."

"Hmmm." Gaara sat himself down next to the Hyuuga taking the boy's untouched wine and drinking it for himself.

"Well?"

Gaara held up an index finger as he used his other arm to circle over Neji's shoulders.

"Let me tell you a story." Hidan scoffed and gulped the rest of his wine signaling for another. "Once upon a time ago, a boy lost his father and uncle to a ferocious demon. Having his mother pass from grief, and his aunt from stroke, all that remained of his little family was his sisters. With the parents dead the villagers shunned the boy and his sisters, pushing them to the outskirts of the village to starve and fend for themselves, thwarting any chance they may have at survival. One day, after having starved for days with no food to put on the table for his little sisters, he went into town. He went up to a loaner and begged him for money, swearing to work, if only the man allowed him some money for food."

"The loaner," Gaara paused to pull the Hyuuga boy closer as the waitress brought Hidan his drink. "Refused the boys offer, claiming the boy had no family, and was only out to get his money. He called the boy all sorts of names before turning him away. Despite saying such horrible things to the boy, the loaner knew that the boy was telling the truth. The only reason he had turned the boy away was because he'd been paid off by a man named Orochimaru to let the boy and his family starve. It was said that the boy's sisters were put to death for stealing and that the boy starved to death after running away into the forest of shadows."

"Do you recognize him Hidan?" Gaara finished, pulling the bag from Neji's tightened grip with the arm draped over Neji's shoulder.

Hidan looked over Neji with a frown turning his paling lips.

"Are you talking about those damned Hyuuga's?! They're all dead! I saw this myself!" He glared at Neji blinking rapidly as if something was blurring his vision. "Who are you boy?!"

Neji, having replaced his own lost memory, had begun to breathe heavily. He made to stand but was restrained by the arm around his shoulders.

"It was you?" It wasn't a question but a demand disguised as a statement.

"You Hyuuga's are supposed to be dead!"

"DO I LOOK DEAD TO YOU?!" Neji snapped, lips curling back into a snarl. "They were burning!"

Gaara pulled the brunette against his side, shushing him quietly, when the heads of nearby customers had turned.

"The dead has come back to get you." Gaara muttered to a now standing Hidan. He chuckled humorously, leaning over to lick the shell of Neji's ear, warm and bright pink with anger. "Neji he knew the truth, and he still turned you away." Gaara whispered in to the delicate shell. " The man who murdered your sisters paid Hidan to turn you away. He still pays him now. This man here works for Orochimaru, this same man who helped murder you dear and precious sisters."

Neji whimpered as he glared into the purple eyes of the male before him.

"Leave."

Neji turned to look at Gaara, surprised that he would be sent away after finding one of the men responsible for his sister's death. But as Gaara held him, rubbing his nose into the crook of his neck, those who had been gambling, eating, shouting, playing, flirting, whoring, had all risen, unless they were already standing, and left the room. Gold, rubies, diamonds, jewelry, silver, valuables... It didn't matter what value any of these items held, they were all left behind without a second glance. Gaara watched with hidden amusement as Hidan began to lock gazes with every bit of gold and priceless valuables that was carelessly left behind.

"I owe you money." Gaara waved his hand amongst the now empty room. "Take whatever you like."

Hidan seemed to forget about the Hyuuga in front of him as he looked around once more, looking from Gaara to the money and back again. He licked his lips with a forced sneer, eyes narrowing as he stood.

"You can't!" Neji shouted pulling from Gaara forcefully. He stumbled as he managed to get free and to his feet. "This is stealing! This money belongs to people you can't just take it!"

Gaara frowned as he too rose from his seat. He grabbed the Hyuuga's upper arm and yanked him into his chest.

"And that's not all..." Neji trailed off as memories, too vivid for comfort, began flashing. Hanabi's body burning on a stake of wood as her screams echoed across the clearing. "You helped kill my sister. She was just a child."

Hidan stared past him as if not hearing a word, his tongue poking out to moisten his drying lips eagerly.

"You know," Hidan paused as his eyes glinted greedily. "You are quite late with your payment."

"Then take it all." Gaara replied evenly. "Take it all."

Neji gaped as Hidan stepped away from the loaners table and began reaching out for the closest bag of gold laying in a glittering heap on the table.

"Does nothing else matter to you?"

Confusion and frustration knitted Neji's brow as he was pulled against Gaara's chest, a clawed hand turning his face away from the greedy man before him.

"How could he just..." Neji trailed off as Gaara pulled him closer.

"Greedy isn't he?" Gaara whispered into the Hyuuga boy's ear.

Neji opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. He looked to Hidan, his mouth moving wordlessly, as he tried to wrap his mind around the fog that was robbing him of all coherent thought.

"Taking money that isn't his." Gaara let his tongue run a trail across a pale and delicate ear. "Killing your sisters."

There was a crash as Hidan scrabbled to scoop gold coins into his already bulging pockets, goblets leaking wine onto the floor as the jewels clinked while being collected.

"Tell me Neji Hyuuga," Gaara whispered as he pulled the boy's face dangerously close to his own. "Should he burn?"

"B-B-burn?" Neji tried to look away, a yell, so distant that it echoed, demanding that he look anywhere but into the eyes of the demon, but because of the blanket wrapped around his fragile mind, Neji looked into those sea-foam green eyes. He sighed contently as Gaara held him as if holding a dearly loved one, caressing his back side with a soothing palm.

Let him burn!

Let him burn!

He killed you sisters!

Burn! Burn him like he burned your sisters!

He was paid to do it!

He did it on purpose!

Let.

Him.

BURN!

"Should he burn little Hyuuga?"

Neji's eyes fell upon Gaara with a blank and clouded gaze, his face landing against Gaara's neck. The sweet scent of cinnamon and spices seducing him and wrapping him further into the demons embrace.

"Let him burn."

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Neji pulled the furs from the bedding to his face and muffled a sob that thought to escape. He had that sinking feeling that Gaara, that demon, was testing him. Bending and stretching his will simply to watch him squirm within a game he knew nothing about. That demon was holding off on mating him for nothing more than self entertainment, pulling his every emotion with strings of hate and bitterness. It was the demon's plan to dominate him, to claim the entity Neji believed was his soul. Everything before meeting the demon was clear and strong as if sewn into the very fiber of his being.

But... Now that he was here... Everything was a terrible sketchy blur of images and memories that had Neji doubting if they were even his own. The only things Neji could remotely make out and claim ownership of were the images of his sisters burning faces and the snake like face of Orochimaru. He couldn't even make out the last time he saw Hinata or Hanabi smiling. He wasn't even sure who his father was anymore. And for some sick reason, he didn't care. The only thing that seemed to give him strength is the hope that Orochimaru will pay for what he has done.

Oh the very thought of Orochimaru made his anger boil with such fierceness that Neji had to thrust the furs away less his entire being burned to cinders. He wanted to see that man burning like his sisters had. No... like Hidan had burned.

Neji's mind flashed to the greedy loaner. Vivid images of of Hidan being dragged away by animal faced, human bodied creatures; each tearing away at a piece of the man's flesh as if carving the skin of a freshly picked apple. Clean and sweet yet so terrifying that you can't look away. And when every bit was burned, flesh and bone alike, at the core sat this blurred figure of what could be mistaken as Hidan with a golden coin lodged into his throat.

Gaara held out his hand and Hidan Coracanie began to crumple into this fine golden dust. The dusting hand reached out to Neji, its hollow sockets staring unseeingly as he crumpled to nothing. The golden coin that had been previously stuck in Hidan's throat dropped to the floor with a loud bang.

His soul must have been really heavy.

Guilty...

With a fear induced shudder Neji gasped and withdrew into himself. He snatched the blankets and wrapped them around his body as goosebumps prickled the naked flesh of his skin. Neji rose from the cave floor and tucked himself into bed, burrowing himself into a cocoon of furs. He wanted Orochimaru to pay... but did he want him to pay like that?

Watching Hidan burn like that only because he had said so.

Neji feared this. The power it held and what it could do to him.

He shuddered again tears leaking from his open eyes. Would he suffer the same fate? Neji sniffled hoping to stop the flow of tears but it only made the harsh clenching in his chest worse. With a groan Neji pulled the blankets away, taking in deep gulping breaths of air. Thinking this way wouldn't benefit him to any end. This was a game meant to be survived not won, and for him to crumple, break, and submit now would be shameful for him and that much more amusing for Gaara. Exhaling deeply Neji sat up swiping damp dark brown strands of hair from his tear soaked face, his stomach clenching tightly as the sore muscles moved and worked to support him.

He almost lost himself.

Almost.

But not quite yet...

Calmed now after that billowing storm had filtered through his mind, Neji narrowed his eyes as he looked about the cave. Gaara had yet to return, but that raccoon demon of sorts was lying on a heaping pile of gold coins, flicking its tail from left to right as if bored.

Neji's eyes widened.

Gold... coin... Hidan... soul...

Neji gulped and looked away.

Was it possible?

Neji looked back to the gold before lifting his gaze to the raccoon flicking its tail. Neji opened his mouth to call out to it but nothing came out save for an audible whimper. Taking another deep breath, Neji steeled himself, he had to find out if it were true.

"H-hhhey." Neji pulled the furs to himself for the third time, convincing himself half-heartedly that it wasn't out of fear but to cover his nudity. "H-hh-hey. Can you hear me? Or understand me?" Neji finished with a whisper.

The creature looked him over, gave a flick of its tail, and looked away. Neji gawked exasperated. Did that thing just ignore him?

"Are you ignoring me?" Neji scoffed, offended. "Hey! I know you can understand. You purposely ignored me. HEY!"

The demon looked at him its yellow crossed eyes narrowed. It rose to it's front paws and before Neji had the decency to blink, the creature had pounced its way over forcing Neji to fall backwards, his hair sprawled and arms crushed against his chest. The raccoon took two disdainful sniffs of the Hyuuga, ruffling its tail as if pondering something.

"What Hyuuga boy?" The demon raccoon breathed into the boy's face.

Neji gasped as the breath of the raccoon washed over him. The fine hairs on his body began to stand as he recognized the scent of cinnamon that Gaara often carried. It sounded like Gaara as well, except it was deeper, growled and forced. There was irritation in the undertone a complete contrast to the calm and patience tone Gaara often used when 'petting' him.

"I'll ask again." the demon drawled, it's jaw moving slowly despite the rushing syllables. "What?"

Neji stuttered for a moment, stunned and unsure on what to say, his previous thought having been forgotten when the demon pounced. He wasn't sure why but Neji couldn't fathom where the urge to pet this raccoon came from. "I uhh..." Neji looked away trying to scoot backwards onto his bottom with as little movement as possible. Just as he was about to pull himself up the demon laid itself down, smothering Neji from the chest down. One paw crossed over the other as the demon displayed boredom once more.

"Speak boy."

Sighing Neji spoke surprised that the weight of the raccoon seemed small compared to its visible size.

"Who...?" Neji furrowed his brow. "I know you don't I?"

The raccoon glanced at him not bothering to respond.

"Has this happened before?" Neji figured that he could use an advantage in this dangerous mind game the demon Gaara had going on.

The raccoon growled, a sign that Neji took for a yes.

"Will I really lose my soul? To him?"

The demon raccoon looked to him, black lips curling back as if to snarl, instead it let out a low growl the same as the first. Neji's heart sank, his form curling into the demon's middle as proof. He sighed and hugged the furry body closer to himself.

"And you?" Neji whispered tears spilling once more, dampening the fur against his face. "Do you wish to consume my soul too?"

"I don't need to."

Neji pulled away confused. "Why not?"

"My master's sustenance is my sustenance."

"Oh." Neji had hoped that the demon may have cared, but who was he to expect a demon to give a damn about a damned soul. If what the demon raccoon said was true, then surely it was glad, and quite eager to get rid of him.

"So assuming you'll eat my soul before Gaara is pointless isn't it?"

"If my master gave you to me... then yes." The demon paused to bite at its paw, licking in between the claws. "Until such happens, I don't need to."

Neji sighed depression leaking into his mind once more. There was no winning this game, which meant that he needed to survive by the next full moon. How he would go about this Neji wasn't sure. Neji sighed again pushing his face into the demon's midsection. During their conversation the demon had moved to lay across his lap, allowing Neji to sit up from his laid position.

"I do know you. Your name I mean." Neji paused as his brows scrunched with determination. "Why can't I remember?"

"Ask my master if you do not remember."

The demon rose and sniffed the air, its head turned in the direction Gaara had gone. Then it growled, the sound low and seeming irritated, its lips curled back to reveal all of its sharp canines. Then it stopped and laid itself back down across the Hyuuga's lap. A moment later a dark mass, like floating ink, swirled in the middle of the cave, forming and shaping into that of a human.

"What?" Neji didn't bother to finish as a male, looking as young as Neji, stepped out of the mass strolling casually towards the bed Neji sat. Neji gasped as his memory came back to him. "You're that demon."

"Not exactly." He corrected. "Haku."

Neji couldn't resist the thought that the demon had become more beautiful, despite it only having been a day. He and Gaara had returned the following evening.

"That's awfully mean of you to forget me so quickly... so easily." The fiend pulled at his loose robe, his hair sliding about his slender frame as if caught by some unknown wind. "Hmm. You know... it is not everyday a mere human cozies up to a demon so carelessly."

"Shut up." Neji huffed as his cheeks burned red.

"I remember when Gaara first brought you here." The sultry demon laid himself down on the edge of the bed, resting his head in his palms. "You were so broken. Sobbed all day and night in your unconscious state. Clinging to Gaara as if you were his lover."

Neji looked away. He couldn't fathom why, but he had this inkling that the demon before him wasn't lying.

"Hmmm. Not today no?" The voluptuous demon shrugged his robe slipping off his shoulder, his gaze wandering over Neji as if looking at dinner on a golden platter. "Oh well. I was disappointed that Gaara would keep you from me. A Hyuuga at that."

"What do you mean by that? I don't care for that demon the way you think."

Neji glared, bitter, but too irritated with the demon's pestering to back down, even if the demon probably knew he was afraid. When the demon held his gaze Neji looked away, his blush renewing itself at the intense look. A strange tingling sensation began to drip into his stomach as the demon licked its lips, rising slightly to crawl closer to Neji's hunched and naked form. Neji clutched at the raccoon demon's fur as the demon crawled seductively slow, and that much closer. When the demon came within four feet, the raccoon began to rise, it's sandy brown fur bristling against Neji's chest.

"What's the matter Shukaku?" The demon cocked his head to the side, looking more of a innocent teen than a demon. "Am I too close?"

"Shukaku..." Neji whispered, realization dawning as he remembered how he learned the name, and wondering how he had forgotten. " Your name is Shukaku?"

The raccoon ignored him in favor of the other presence. "He does not want him tainted."

"Neither do I. Move."

Shukaku rumbled low in it's throat.

"Your master commands it."

"What are you talking-" Neji paused to lean forward his eyebrows curled in confusion. He rested his naked front against Shukaku's back, a precaution in case the attractive demon got any ideas. "What are you talking about?"

""You want to know?"

The lovely demon leaned closer, a soft almost shy, smile curling his pink lips. He shrugged a shoulder, allowing the already loose robe to reveal another shoulder along with his chest and nipples just as pink as his lips. He leaned forward ignoring the warning growls from Shukaku.

"HAKU!"

The command startled Neji. He pushed backwards and pulled the blankets to himself feeling ashamed and guilty. He looked to where the voice had come from and saw Gaara standing in the tunnel entrance.

"Stop." Gaara spoke stepping from the cave hall as Shukaku rose from his position in between Neji and Haku and trotted towards the cave exit.

"Gaara."

Neji swallowed his confusion and clutched the fur blankets closer to his chest. Haku, Neji noted, began to strip off what was left of his robe as Gaara relieved himself of his trousers.

"What?... What are you doing?" Neji pushed backwards to avoid the demons slinking towards him. He stuffed the fur into his face, heat rising to his cheeks rather quickly, too quickly as far as Neji was concerned. The two demons both had very beautiful bodies. Beautiful naked bodies. "You can't." Neji whispered as two pairs of clawed hands slipped around his waist. Cool naked skin pressed against his right as the warm skin of Gaara pressed against his left from underneath the furs.

"Sssshhhh." It was Gaara. "I said not yet. Isn't that what I said Haku?"

"That's exactly what you said. He looks so tired Gaara. You should let the pretty boy sleep. He's very tired."

"Hm."

A nose pushed its way past Neji's hair and into his neck from his left. Gaara was on his left and Haku had curled into his right. The fur had yet to leave his face, and neither demon bothered as Neji's back found the bed. Heat pooled in his abdomen as hands, both slender and rough, began to wander; his chest, his nipples, thighs, neck, legs... Neji gasped.

"No please."

Neji whimpered. He wasn't sure if he meant to say no. It felt good, terribly so, but it was also scary. So scary. He could hear himself panting, moaning with need. Having his eyes closed and face covered only made the intense desire worse. Made the need for those roaming hands worse. The sweat gathered against his skin, finding the small of his back as his body arched, making every movement under the blanket too hot and damp. He couldn't bear to remain covered but he did think to push the blankets away. A tongue from the right tickles the shell of his ear, while a tongue from the left wraps itself around a hardening nipple.

"Nngh. Stop. Please." Neji opened his legs wanting them to continue despite his pleas for them to stop.

"Is that what you really want?" Haku whispered from Neji's right his tongue licking repeatedly at a spot on the Hyuuga boy's neck. He made to move when Gaara spoke up.

"Don't."

Haku sighed as he pulled away, the Hyuuga shuddering from the loss of his touch. Gaara whispered into the Hyuuga's ear licking the shell one final time as the boy fell asleep. Haku couldn't stop himself from grinning as he tucked the Hyuuga under the fur blankets, snuggling into the boy's side.

"He will wake with a vengeance."

Gaara shrugged as he too snuggled into the Hyuuga's left side, burying his nose into the red spotted neck.

"I always preferred the fight anyway." Gaara murmured with a soft chuckle.

Haku chuckled as well.

"Me too. Goodnight pretty boy." Haku whispered kissing the boy's cheek. "Sleep tight. I hope neither us bite, at least, not tonight."