Stockholm Syndrome Gone Really, Really Wrong!

Sweets: Apologies are in order. I'm really sorry for the lame way I've been writing. Exams had really been occupying my mind and I didn't give a second thought to writing. When I had time I didn't write. I'm sorry, I really am. So as compensation I made this chapter, it's the longest chapter I've EVER written and I hope it what every one will like as much as I liked writing it.

Warning: Mild NejiKiba ahead. There is a lemon ahead o.O I can explain. So I'm currently writing two stories and I got a review that there should be a lemon… I thought the review was for this story! Man… could you guys tell me if the lemon fit? Please?

Chapter 3

Sakura sat daintily in her seat, perched on the edge of the leather seat with her back straight and her legs crossed at the ankle and slightly slanted. She had an air of authority, respect and knowledge about her. She practically oozed confidence and was most likely given what she wanted whenever she wanted it.

She was born with a golden pacifier in her mouth.

"Sakura, please relay your time as The Hawk's hostage."

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"In case you didn't know, let me tell you, this is not sex!" Kiba barked feeling very used and very disappointed not to mention embarrassed in himself. He'd been looking forward to what the lilac eyed man was like in bed but instead he woke up to find binds covering his body from shoulder to waist. His arms neatly tucked at his side.

Neji rolled his eyes before rolling his shoulders and adjusting his navy blue tie. "I know what sex is, love…"

"You could've fooled me." Kiba growled. They'd had a few more make out sessions after he woke up, he couldn't figure out how he fell asleep so easily in the first place. The Hawk had assured him that he was stressed and just passed out but when Kiba asked him about the funny tasting water he replied saying that he tasted the water and there was nothing wrong with it.

"You probably should just relax in your current situation. I wouldn't want you to get scarred because you couldn't sit still for more than three minutes," The Hawk smirked at him before wrapping and twisting his hair then tucking it under a wig that had locks attached to it that were black but under the right light held a brown tint to it. They all twisted travelled down to rest at mid-back. He then went over to a table and pulled on what looked like skin like gloves that hid his porcelain white skin to instead replace it with a dark chocolate color that travelled all the way up to his elbows under his jacket.

"What are you doing?" Kiba scowled. The Hawk swiftly turned around and gave Kiba a passionate suck on the lips. Kiba gasped from the shock of the attack which The Hawk immediately took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the vice president's son's mouth and invited the boy to dance with him. Kiba initially hesitated and pulled away a bit but with the binds and the small bed he was on he didn't really have much choice. He moaned softly before allowing his tongue to dance the forbidden dance he knew he would regret later on.

The Hawk slowly laid him down on the bed and continued his passionate assault. He pulled away slightly to look at his handiwork. He was very proud of his accomplishment. 'Piece a cake,' he smirked mentally. Kiba was left dazed and dizzy and was so far gone that he didn't even notice when his attacker moved from him and went back to his dressing table.

The Hawk pulled on a mask on his face which was also a black mask that meshed perfectly with the hairline of his Rasta like hairline and travelled straight down and around his neck and tucked perfectly into his skin. It easily stuck to his skin but he twisted and turned his body to ensure that it wouldn't come apart when he set off for the most expensive and exquisite prize that he had ever sought after. "What are you doing?" Kiba asked but he ignored him. 'Sometimes being so irresistibly sexy and incredibly handsome can have its downfall. Everyone fawns over me.' he shrugged his shoulders before he pulled out a little packet with contact lenses and slid the dark brown contacts into his eyes, 'But I shouldn't really care… I am a god reincarnated. I should be thankful for me.' he smiled to himself. 'I am gift to all men.' "Are you listening to me?" The Hawk grabbed up a needle and with one swift move the needle was in Kiba's neck.

His eyes widened as he stared in horror at the black man that smirked before him as his vision became blurry and his head started to spin, "Assho-" he passed out before he could finish his sentence.

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Shukaku could feel a vein throbbing in his head as the girls blush heated up even more as she described, yet again, how beautiful The Hawk was and how intelligent and smart and sexy and on and on and on and frankly Shukaku had had enough. "Ms. Haruno," Shukaku cut off her sentence. "Did he harm you in any way?" she seemed thoughtful for a moment before she blushed again and shook her head no.

"He only kissed and fondled me a lot." she hung her head as though she was embarrassed. She came off as though she didn't even want The Hawk to release her. The very thought disgusted him. "Oh and he drugged me a lot and every time I woke up we were somewhere else."

"Do you know or can tell where any of the places were?"

"No, it was always dark when I woke up… I'm sorry of i can't be of any more use," she sounded genuinely sad.

"That's fine Ms. Haruno, you've done a lot. I'm sure we could get an artist to draw a description of it and display it around the ball room area tonight." Shukaku muttered.

"Sir!" Shikamaru Nara, head of the secret service unit, exclaimed. "You can't still be considering allowing Gaara to attend this ball!"

"Mr. Nara, did you say that there was a note attached to Ms. Haruno saying that he had intentions of capturing the vice president's son…?"

"Uhmm," Shikamaru furrowed his brow for a second. "Yes sir. Why do you ask?"

"Well if he had gotten rid of Kiba then we would receive a note stating that he wanted Gaara. But we haven't, and until those hours my son will be attending this ball." Shikamaru looked as though he wanted to protest but Shukaku raised his hand and shook his head. "I don't want to hear it. Gaara get dressed." he said with all the authority he could muster in such a stressful situation.

"I'm already dressed father." Gaara replied rising to his feet and running a hand through his hair at the same time his father did.

Kyuubi rolled his eyes. 'Like father like son.'

"Excuse me Mr. Sands," Sakura said softly reaching across the table and grasping one of Shukaku's hands. Even though Kyuubi was still mad at his boyfriend for not wanting to go public, to Gaara, about their relationship, he still didn't want anyone touching what was his! He felt the jealousy burn from the pit of his stomach.

Shukaku frowned deeply at the contact and tensed immediately. From the corner of his eye he could see Kyuubi puffing up from him touching someone else. "I don't want you to take this the wrong way…" Sakura continued, her eyes fluttering and glazed over, 'Yep, Kyuubi is definitely gonna kill me now. He's gonna argue that-', "But maybe you should let The Hawk whisk Gaara away!" she said excitedly. Shukaku's eyes widened and he yanked his hand away with a growl.

"What?" Kyuubi exclaimed grabbing onto Gaara who quietly glared at her. In truth he was pretty intrigued. Everyone who'd come in contact with his father knew about his obsession with him. To even imply that Gaara should be abducted by a fiend was just… just… utterly fascinating to him! As if she wanted the president to commit homicide!

"He's the perfect man Mr. President!" Sakura exclaimed.

"Well ok then!" Shikamaru said nervously grabbing Sakura's arm and pulling her out of her seat. "I think we're done here."

"He's a god!" She exclaimed as they pulled her towards the door Sakura fighting out of their grasps to finish her speech. "He is mans last chance of redemption! To lay eyes upon an ethereal beauty that could only come from above!" the guards latched unto her limbs and started to yank her out of the room, her pink tresses tossing about wildly. "You'd love him Gaara!"

"Get out!" Shukaku roared grabbing the side lamp and was about to hurl it when a body pressed against him and molded to his form. He tensed immediately and spun around gripping the body with all his might.

He inhaled deeply and sighed contentedly as he recognized the deep earthy scent that was his love.

He was beyond terrified by what that pink haired teenager had said. Her words echoed and embedded themselves in the deepest trenches of his mind. 'What kind of man was this?' A master thief and a sorcerer? That had to be it! He casts a spell on his victims to trap them in his allure!

It was that or they all developed a serious case of Stockholm syndrome.

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The Hawk heaved the fussing body over his shoulder once more as he climbed the steps to the top of The Clock Tower. It was the oldest and tallest building in the entire country and the residents were all very proud of it. 'They won't be so proud when I'm through with it,' The Hawk smirked to himself.

"Put me down!" Kiba screamed and he thrashed, as best as he could considering that his entire upper body was bound tightly with rope and the binds were grating uncomfortably against his skin.

"Not yet baby. We're almost there," he coo-ed then readjusted the struggling boy on his shoulder and patted his back.

"I want to know where we are going. No, actually, I demand to know where we are going!" Kiba growled wiggling some more. The Hawk heaved him once more but this time pulling him off and setting him down on the floor. He gracefully moved over to a corner of the room and pulled his knapsack from his shoulder. He shuffled around in it for minute before he found what he was looking for. He chuckled gently at the sight in his hands.

"What's so funny?" Kiba growled. 'For a god he sure could be a pain in the ass!'

"Oh my dear, we… aren't going anywhere," he whispered and was suddenly before Kiba and kissing him painfully but passionately nonetheless. "But you are," he whispered huskily as he pulled away his hair framing his face and his brown eyes shimmering in the dark.

If Kiba was thinking straight he probably would have put up a fight and demanded to be free but that kiss had turned his brain to mush. The only thing he could think about was how gorgeously thin the lips of his capturer was. The next thing he noticed was the glare of the tip of a needle and then a sharp pain in his shoulder.

His entire body felt slow and muggy and he could tell that this drug was the strongest one by far. His heart rate was beating twice as fast but his brain felt like it was numbing greatly. How he could once feel the ropes burning and rubbing harshly against his skin only felt light and fluttery and then nothing. As if he was falling at top speed but at a complete standstill at the same time.

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Gaara scouted the ballroom while he absently spoke to the sons of two of the other nations. One of them was definitely hitting on him but he didn't want a political based boyfriend. If he did then they would never be able to break up. Not that anyone would want to break up with him. He was just too awesome for someone to dump. He always did the dumping. Except Naruto, who was just a farce to raise his father's blood pressure? Mission success by the way. He smirked to himself but then his smirk disappeared to be replaced by a scowl. The boy that had been hitting on him had moved uncomfortably close and since his bodyguards couldn't defend him from the mix and mingle 'festivities', he had to endure it on his own. They were there to scout the area for the lilac eyed man that everyone was so, either terrified of or fawning over.

"Hey Gaara," a familiar voice purred behind him. He turned his head slightly to the side and tilted his head upwards to the area where the voice came from. His teal eyes connected with smooth charcoal before golden spikes blocked his view. He titled his eyes a little to be met face to face with his ex boyfriend. Awkward? He questioned in his head.

"Naruto?" Gaara asked uncertainly. Said blonde's face lit up like a house on Christmas day.

"Hi Gaara!" The blonde chirped. If his father saw this he would never have believe that this was the same stoic, pierced everywhere and straight faced boy he'd brought into the Oval Office a few months back. It took an incredible amount of lessons and bribing and promises to tone down the very loud blonde for him to look like the worst possible guy Gaara could date. It was farce. A big one just to annoy his father and it worked. I t was also well worth it.

His face was priceless.

But alas, all good things came to an end. And here, standing before him, was the end product of his association with the blonde. He'd met a lot of powerful people since their supposed breakup and now he was involved with Sasuke. How long ago was it that he'd been grinding on Sasuke?

"Sasuke?" Gaara question tilting his head to look at the smirking Uchiha to find his eyes far off and staring at the giggling blonde in front of him, his hand resting lightly on the blonde's slender hip. It was also then that Gaara noticed the purple-ish bruise that was poorly concealed by a light foundation. "What happened to your face?"

"The idiot punched me." He replied coolly. Gaara quirked his thin eyebrow to question the remark. "We met up and had a… an altercation. He punched me." Sasuke replied in answer to Gaara's unasked question.

"Hmm… so may I ask how is it that he is accompanying you this," Gaara vaguely waved behind him, "pretty important event." The blonde and Sasuke smiled at the same time.

"Cause he's interesting." Sasuke smirked at the blonde before turning to Gaara with a lustful gleam in his eye.

"I'm gonna get something to drink," Naruto announced before slipping out of Sasuke's hold and venturing off into the crowd.

Gaara snorted. "'He's interesting?'" Gaara mocked with a slight sneer on his face. "Don't be foolish."

"Oh I'm not," He gently cupped Gaara's chin and tilted his head from left to right to examine his unmarred, beautiful and exquisite face. "He's a nice kid." Gaara shook his head and pulled from Sasuke's grip and turned slightly to see if he could spot the disarray and tangles of blonde poking up from anywhere in the ballroom but to avail, however, he did spot a very well groomed and handsome chocolate man enter the ballroom. "I assure you dear, he's no you" Sasuke leered enjoying the view of Gaara's ass from the angle he was presented. Gaara turned and snorted at and secretly flipped him off earning him a throaty chuckle from the perverted Uchiha. He turned back around to face Naruto who handed him a cup and held one in his hand for himself.

"Thanks," Gaara murmured taking a sip and studying Sasuke's displeased face.

"And where's mine?" He grumbled and pouted. He pouted in Gaara's opinion. He would deny it, no doubt, but this was Gaara's opinion… and that was all that mattered.

"You're a bastard. You don't get a personal," Naruto pointed at himself, "me to do your dirty work. Plus you're a bastard." He pecked Sasuke's cheek. "Bastards don't get rewarded." Sasuke yanked him flush against his body with a playful glare.

"We'll see about that tonight." Sasuke leered sensually as he began to rock his hips with Naruto's to slow ballroom music that had begun play. Gaara would need to get off the dance floor and hide before some fool decided to ask him dance.

Just as Sasuke was leaning in to capture the giggling blonde's lips he stopped, froze then slowly begun to straighten. Both he and Naruto's eyes glued to behind Gaara. The cup paused mid way to Gaara's parted lips before he turned around to be met with a broad chest. 'Yum…' Gaara thought despite his better judgment.

His eyes traveled up a well muscular chest to broad shoulder a dark Hershey chocolate color. "My God," he murmured too softly to be heard by anyone despite how close this broad and muscular body was to him. He could practically feel the heat emanating from the man. His eyes continued to travel up a smooth but angular jaw-line to smooth brown lips showing pearly white teeth in an engaging smile to a practically perfectly straight nose and then up to shining warm brown chocolate eyes. Everything about this man was chocolate. God! What if he was lactose intolerant then he wouldn't be able to have a piece of the delectable piece of candy that stood tall and gorgeous before him! He could just imagine how tasty-

'Stop it!' Gaara scolded himself then accidentally started glaring at the man who was making no forcing him, yes, forcing him to have rude thoughts about him! The accused's smile faltered greatly at the glare. "Did you need something?" He asked careful to erase any emotion from his voice and edging every bit of cold he could into his words and making it as robotically monotonous as he could. The smile was back and blinding as the chocolate treat extended his arm to Gaara and bowing at the waist.

"Would you care to dance?"

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Kyuubi stood at the entrance of the president's room contemplating whether he should go in and disturb the man sitting and staring at a picture of his sixteen year old son by slapping him upside the head or disturbing him to ask him if he was okay and if he was hungry and wanted something or if he should just leave and come back latter in the night, just to check up on him. The second choice seemed the best because he could only guess how much stress the secret service was putting on him because of the decisions that he's made. They've been questioning him even after Gaara had left and they were still questioning him on whether or not the security for the ball should be heightened in case there was sighting of The Hawk but he'd declined and denied everything, sent Gaara on his way, dismissed the service and retired to his room.

The President was exhausted. He must be. This was the biggest day he's had since assuming full role as the president of a country. Kyuubi was considering him so he was looking out for his best interest.

Which was why when he stepped into the room and strutted over to the slumping President he smacked him upside the head so hard that the surprise attacked caused him to mangle a scream before flailing his arms widely then falling over the sofa and into a heap on the floor. Limbs tangling with his blanket and placing him a very awkward position on the floor. He groaned as Kyuubi huffed and pouted and stomped his foot childishly before snapping his head to the side away from the president and pushing his lips out as far as he could. Shukaku shook his head. "And here I thought I was the one on the floor in a tangled pile of limps." He mused playfully.

Kyuubi snorted but moved off to help him either way. Midway the tugging and pulling Shukaku got his arms free and decided to let loose on the criminal who originally caused the disaster. "Ahh!" Kyuubi squealed in surprise in being tackled to the floor. He fought to gain the upper hand but Shukaku just kept throwing his weight around and also the younger and smaller Kyuubi with him. "Asshole-"he was beginning to curse when soft moist lips fastened themselves to his own. He was taken by surprise by the sudden action but he appreciated it nonetheless. He was still a bit upset by Shukaku's decision to not tell Gaara, his soon to be son, about their relationship but when he was with Shukaku like this he knew that he's never leave for something as simply as a hesitation towards a declaration.

He was Gaara's role model, and Gaara could possibly take the relationship the wrong way. Thinking that Shukaku, being single for so many years, would begin to date his secretary because he admired him. Shukaku had always sought Gaara's silent permission for things involving them as a family.

Family meant that much to them.

Kyuubi basked in the thought of being a[art of such a close family. He could build on the tiny and close knit family he had always so desired. "You're thinking too much," Shukaku murmured slightly before attaching to his lover's juicy lips once again. Kyuubi tried to wiggle out of his grasps so he could explained himself but the hand rooted on his hip and elbow stationed above his shoulder was having none of it. Shukaku wasn't a forcer but he obviously had a lot of steam to let off. Kyuubi was okay with being the outlet. These occurrences were rare anyways.

Shukaku's lips slowly moved from Kyuubi's lips to travel along his jaw-line with a flutter of kisses that left fire in the wake. As he latched onto the span of neck he was presented with Kyuubi wound his hands around his mate's neck and sighed breathlessly as Shukaku's talented lips and mouth worked on his neck. Leaving small marking that would disappear in a few hours time. Shukaku's hand began to roam over the tan body as his fingers circled paths along a well toned abdomen.

He grunted and pushed himself into a sitting position with Kyuubi propped up in his lips, his own hands roaming Shukaku's muscles flexing beneath his skin. God was Shukaku talented. He took Kyuubi to heights he'd never thought he was able to attain. Said man's lips started to move down to the redhead's collar as he stealthily unbuttoned the restricting shirt that was obstructing his view of his prize. He wanted to claim every inch of the body panting before him.

Clothes started flying through the air as sweaty bodies demanded to be pressed even closer together as mouths, tongues and teeth clashed together in a blind fury of passion. Moans escalated to new heights as Shukaku's lips slowly, agonizingly, pleasurably moved down south. Shukaku languidly used his tongue to trace patterns on the contracting stomach before him. He smirked as he remembers the sensitive skin right above the redheads aching erection that traveled in a straight line to his navel. He licked the path straight up purposely leaving the redhead's erection and instead opting for sticking his tongue into his navel. Kyuubi growled as he fisted the president's head, unsure if he would be able to keep his howls to himself.

As he relished in the feeling of the soft carpet under his stark naked body and the feel of his lover hovering above him between his legs and torturing so pleasurably he couldn't deny the coiling that he was feeling in the pit of stomach. He felt like he was going to explode. It had been so long. But sadly Shukaku moved as was now looming over him and in one swift and fluid movement he heaved him up and tossed him on the bed. "Must you do that every time we end up on the floor?" Kyuubi scowled at him. Shukaku simply smirked his best lustful grin at him before reaching his desk drawer and pulling out the peppermint lube he knew Kyuubi went crazy over. Two of his favorite things: red and peppermint.

He seductively crawled back to the bed and over Kyuubi making the man's breathe hitch. His flames of red hair were tossed all over the place and he couldn't have looked more beautiful. He attacked his lips once more then switched to his nipple in a flash teasing, licking, sucking, and playing with the brown nub until he had Kyuubi wailing. "Just do it!" the redhead moaned trying to reach to down to satisfy himself but Shukaku slapped his hand away and popped open the bottle of lube the scent of peppermint already teasing their noses. He tossed the bottle onto Kyuubi's stomach who looked up at him with half lidded eyes.

"Prepare yourself," He murmured huskily. If there wasn't anything Kyuubi was sure could turn the president on it was touching himself before him. Kyuubi obeyed and squeezed a generous amount on his fingers before positioning them in front of his pink puckered entrance. Without warning he pushed two inside at the same time. Shukaku's breath hitched and his member twitched at the sight. He didn't feel like playing with Shukaku. He just wanted him. Badly. He moved the digits in and out while scissoring them. He hissed a bit at the pain but otherwise ignored it until it became a dull ache. Then he was adding a third digit and repeating the action. "I swear," Shukaku muttered his mouth dry and his body dying to get inside the heat. "You are so hot." Kyuubi slid in the fourth finger which completely sent Shukaku over the edge. He roughly yanked the redhead's fingers away and harshly spurted some of the lube into his palm. He messily smeared it on himself before leaning over to attack Kyuubi's lips once more all the while easing himself into the heat that he had missed.

"Ahh! Shu-! Ahh!" Shukaku was already pounding. No use wasting time. Kyuubi fisted the sheets and arched his back so far of the bed he swore he was in the air. Shukaku filled him completely. No crevice or corner was left untouched by the man once he had his way. He was already over the top and they'd just started.

They would be going for a way longer time too.

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The secret service agents scoured the grounds for any sight of the criminal that was most likely contemplating to steal their president's son and whisk him away and turn him into a mindless idiot like the Haruno girl. Two of the closer assigned guards noticed the black man walk up their charge but did nothing of it until they saw the forceful tug of Gaara's arm then witness him being pulled to the center of the dance floor. "We have a code red," one of the men radioed into his mic attached to his collar. They started to move to the center simultaneously when a piercing shriek was heard from somewhere outside the grounds of the ballroom.

"It's Kiba!" The woman shrieked blazing into the ballroom. The music cut abruptly and the spotlights shone on her. "It's Kiba's body! It's dangling from The Clock Tower! It looks like…" he voice died down as she wrapped her arms around her body and falling to her knees. People rushed up to her to lay comforting hands on her. "He's dead."

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Sweets: Please review. The lemon blunder has really got me worked up. I worked hard on that lemon only to find out that it wasn't meant to be written for this story so I'm worried if it was stupid to put it in. Please review. If you never review again, but please do, please review this chapter…