Stockholm Syndrome Gone Really, Really Wrong!

Sweets: Hey all! I seriously owe you all a very big apology. My father sent me away for the week to visit my grandparents and niece and nephew and there's no internet where they live or a laptop and such so I didn't write at all. However I am working on an off-sided one-shot to further my apologies! Please forgive me!

I took another week when I came back to sit and do some serious writing with a lollipop hanging out of one mouth and headphones on listening to heavy metal. I'm in my grove which is why I'm also going to say that I'm not sending any of these completed stories to my betas because as soon as they are finished I will be posting them up behind each other.

Say thank you to yamiXyugi-setoXjou-4ever for editing this chapter! My other beta was on vacation :)

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Chapter 6

Shikamaru frowned as he stared at Kiba's tantalizing naked body less than five steps away from him. It had been a week since he'd been in the hospital with his lover and during that time, a doctor had discreetly told him to abstain from any sexual activities so that the drugs in Kiba's system wouldn't flush so easily.

Naturally, Shikamaru had relayed this information to Kiba and the brunette had taken it up on himself to tease him as much as he possibly could. It was taking all of his concentration to hold onto to the towel that he had a death grip on not to just jump the teasing brunette. Shikamaru sneered at him before resorting to glaring.

"Don't glare at me. I told you to come get me if you wanted me." He slid his hand down his wet body in a sweeping motion and Shikamaru's pants tightened painfully. His glare deepened. Kiba chuckled deeply before 'accidentally' dropping the soap. "Oops!" He exclaimed. He faked a surprised face while staring Shikamaru down. Shikamaru's eyes widened a fraction before he spotted Kiba twisting around to pick up the soap. He immediately dropped the towel a fled to the safety of the hall of the hospital.

"Damn Kiba," he growled. After he had told the brunette what the doctor had said, he'd casually brushed it off and said he didn't care and that they would have sex whether or not the doctor had approved but Shikamaru stomped the idea the minute they left his mouth. He'd been expecting that. What he hadn't expected was Kiba going to a nurse and telling her that he no longer needed their assistance from that day because his trustworthy boyfriend would be the one giving him his daily baths and cleaning him should he fall sick and unable to help himself. Of course the minute he'd been granted permission, Kiba stripped himself of everything and flopped down on the bed before saying he felt faintish and that 'Shika-bear' had to bring him to the bathroom to wipe him up.

Kiba was very proud of his body so no matter how many times Shikamaru dressed him he would strip and start wailing to attract attention to him. That had been the beginning of the longest days in Shikamaru's life and Kiba was soaking it up like a sponge. He claimed it was his entertainment for being cooped up in a hospital for so long. It was so much better than TV.

Shikamaru sighed as he heard then beeping of his official line. He immediately frowned and moved away from the bathroom while pulling it out and flicking it to his ear. He'd taken time off to personally see to Kiba's recovery. They hadn't called him for days.

"Something wrong?" He heard Kiba and turned around to see him quietly closing the door behind him. He must have heard the beeping and hastily got out and wrapped the towel around himself without bothering to dry himself off. His hair was dripping at the ends as the spikes drooped.

Shikamaru allowed a small smile to grace his face as he walked back up to Kiba, bent down and kissed his forehead. "Go dry off before you get a cold," He said softly. "I'll be back soon." He pulled the phone back to his ear before giving Kiba a warm look and turning off down the hall. "Nara."

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"Captain?" Shino asked relieved when he heard Shikamaru's voice on the other line.

"Shino, is something wrong? You're in charge so I don't expect you to be calling me." Shikamaru answered standing outside the building in case he needed to head to his car if this was an emergency.

"I know that but you stopped responding to my texts on your personal line that I thought that something may have happened to Kiba. Is everything okay?" Shikamaru blinked. 'This is a personal call?' he thought.

"Everything's fine. The doctor says he's recovering quickly. How's the president?" He asked, turning back towards the building.

"He's… taking it much better than we thought. His commands are efficient, his logic is steady and his rulings are just. We want him to see a therapist but he's too steadfast in finding his son and running a country. We're worried."

"Yeah…" Shikamaru muttered, walking down the hall towards Kiba's room, "I should have guessed as much…" he sighed as he thread his fingers through his hair and loosened his ponytail. As he walked down the hall, deep in thought, he passed a sickly white man with a towel covering his face leaving only his mouth in view and his hand rose to his ear. He had a bare chest and white boxers just lying down on top of gurney. If it hadn't been for the slow rise and fall of smooth white porcelain chest, he would have mistaken the man for dead. He shook his head of the man before continuing down the hall to his destination. "How's the case doing? I think that we-"

"Stop right there Captain. You're on leave. The case isn't yours anymore unless a wild card appears and we need your help detaining it. Alright? I only called your work line because I was worried."

Shikamaru slowed his walking then stopped altogether before a small smile found its way on his lips. Shino had joined the force four years after Shikamaru. He was a tactician and Shino was the computer specialist. It was an odd relationship since tacticians think they're better than anyone around, but since they lived close by it was easy to communicate.

It had started out with simple, "Hey, did you get that file," to "did you finish those assignments?" and before they knew it they went home together every afternoon, they stuck up and defended each other (more defending on Shikamaru's part since Shino was the quiet type) and then they'd started telling each other stories and before they knew it they were where they were today.

As good as friends as any. They would even go as far as calling each other best friends.

Shikamaru would trust him with his life.

"Thanks man," he muttered, "Call me if you need me." He heard a hum on the other side before the line went dead. He still had the smile on his face as he made his way back to Kiba's room.

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The man pulled the towel from his face and twisted his body so he could watch the agent waltz back to his beloved's room without a care in the world.

He felt excitement bubble in his chest at how easily he could have taken two lives and they still wouldn't have the slightest clue of who he was. The game was just getting better and better. Who knew that such little involvements could lead to so much damn fun!

It had felt so good it made him tingle all over. He watched with a grin as the shorter brunette, who, by the looks of it as waiting by the door to ambush the taller man, pounced into his waiting arms. The shorter man pouted when he realized he'd been caught while the other let out a hearty laugh and gripped his waist tightly.

As they made it back into the room, the shorter one looked down to where the man was and the locked eyes. His blood pumped into his ears and he felt the urge to reach for his gun stationed under his pillow. He knew the boy wouldn't recognize him, but it never hurt to be cautious.

He grinned widely at the boy as he watched his eyes widened in fear and bury his face in his boyfriend's neck. He watched with slanted eyes as the couple disappeared into the room without a care in the world. He envied them. Wished he could have that ridiculous peace of mind. Just wander about without a care in the world.

He pushed up off the gurney and snagged his duffel bag from beneath to make his way to the bathroom to change. It was time to visit his favorite bird.

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He watched with half-lidded lilac eyes and Gaara rose and fell on his length. The redhead had been such a tease the past few days after the club that he had practically driven Neji over the edge.

He was the god! He was the one that made the decisions! And he refused to let himself be out done by an amateur that just wanted to have a good time!

Through Gaara's teases and jeers, he'd remained composed and returned them full force. It was amusing to say the least when Gaara pouted at one of his highly failed losses. It was a rare sight to see the redhead yield to defeat but it was also pretty rewarding. The kisses after the club night hadn't gotten any less intense and Neji could only blame it on the fact that Gaara seriously had a lot of pent up sexual frustrations. He wasn't positive that was the case so he'd decided to test that theory.

And that's how they reached where they were now with Gaara straddling his hips and riding him.

Neji couldn't guess how many times the redhead had had sex, but it was obvious that he was a professional. Not wanting to be outdone, he trailed his fingers up from the redhead's waist slowly along his back while slowly pulling him down to him. He could see how clouded his teal eyes were and how puffy his soft lips were from the harsh kissing they'd been doing. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

He wrapped his arms around him and sucked on his bottom lip before sliding his tongue inside the warm mouth. It was the first time he'd had sex with someone who kept their mouth open for the entire trip. He could feel the coil in his stomach tighten as he approached his release and judging by Gaara's continued tightening around his length, he would have guessed that he was close too.

He slowly pushed them over, before resting on his elbows to look down on the glistening redhead, smirking as he groaned and writhed beneath him with every thrust. He loved the control. He loved that he had made the redhead submit to him. Things could be so much better now. Master and slave. He smirked at the idea.

"What?" Gaara muttered through a groan as he felt Neji speeding up.

Neji didn't bother to grace him with an answer but tightened his hold on his waist as he went faster and deeper.

"Oh God!" The redhead screamed wrapping his legs around and arching his back giving him more access.

Neji felt the pressure building in him and let out a soft moan as the intensity of his release continued to build. He felt as Gaara gripped his length so tight he saw stars for a minute then felt the wet and warm release of Gaara's seed on their stomach. He let out a satisfied cry as he and sighs as he basked in his afterglow but maintained his grip on Neji as the man continued to ride him into his own release. He felt Neji stiffen above before he shuddered and moaned lowly as he came.

He lay down on his side beside the exhausted redhead before pulling him into his arms. He watched with amused eyes as Gaara's mouth dropped open in a wide yawn. He didn't even bother to cover his mouth. The amusement fell from his eyes as Gaara tossed his hand away and started to get up. How dare he push the hand of a god away? 'He should feel honored that I'm even staying in bed with him!'

He quickly reached out with the discarded hand and grabbed onto the redhead's shoulder forcing his already weak body to lie back down. It was pretty interesting and somewhat odd that the redhead obeyed but he supposed that that was the depth of a master and servant relationship. He smiled inwardly to himself.

The redhead turned bored teal eyes to him and let out a heavy sigh. "You gonna let me take a shower or what? This feels kinda nasty," he murmured looking down on his abdomen at his sticky release. Neji raised a brown brow at his disgusted expression.

"I thought you be used to this sort of thing," he replied allowing him to get up the second time he tried.

"Why would I?" he crawled to the edge of the bed and stood for a couple of second feeling liquid trickle down the inside of his. He twisted his knee outward to look at it. "You know… I actually thought that this would stay inside. I guess it really has nowhere to go but out…" he murmured still staring at the semen on his leg.

Now Neji could say that he was honestly curious. He watched Gaara's slim behind make its way to the motel bathroom. "You speak as though this was your first time," he spoke it as the door swung to a close.

"It was!" Gaara called back.

He raised a brow yet again. 'When will the surprises stop?' he thought shaking his head. At least he was assured that he wouldn't be eternally bound to him because he took his virginity. That would be too much drama to handle. He heaved a sigh again as he got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom.

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"What are the reports?" Shukaku asked his shoulders and back rigid straight in the presence of his secret service agents. They stood in a straight line across the room, each with their hands behind their back and their legs slightly apart. The standing-in chief of command stepped forward with a collection of files that he received from his men and dismissed them with a bow of his head. The left in a single file line as quietly as they had come in.

Kyuubi rested a reassuring hand on the president's shoulder as he watched the men leave the room and Shino standing and looking as intimidating as ever in his usual dark sunglasses. No one can really say that they've seen the color of his eyes because he never takes them off. Some rumors surrounding them had come up but he had dismissed them just as quickly. "Mr. Sands, some reports have come in that Gaara was seen in local areas particularly a club downtown. We think the Hawk may be heading out of state with him, because each sighting gets further and further to the sea."

"Can anyone account that it really was Gaara?" the president spoke in a monotonous voice. Kyuubi wanted to squeeze his shoulder but thought better of it. It may just add fuel to the flame.

They watched as Shino looked away before lowering his head, "Well, not exactly sir."

"What do you mean?" he asked exasperated, the weight of the day crashing down on him as he slouched in his seat for the first time all day. Kyuubi took the opportunity to squeeze his shoulder and watched with sad eyes as the Shukaku reached back and squeezed his hand before lowering his head. "How hard is it to find a redhead through the town's people?"

"He may have been wearing a wig but there is no doubting the teal eyes sir. They are so rare here that it really limits the number of people to search through." Shino said hopefully.

"But if the Hawk made him wear a wig why not colored contact lenses?" Shukaku asked quietly. They had thought of that possibility but were trying to look on the positive side of things. They really didn't want to depress him anymore. By the lack of answer, the president sighed again before pushing his chair away from his table and getting up. "I'm taking my leave. Kyuubi, I need to speak with you." He didn't wait for an answer as he moved away from the table and started off towards his room Kyuubi trailing behind him quietly.

As soon as they entered, the room and Kyuubi closed the door behind him he felt warm arms wrap around his midsection and Shukaku's face buried in his neck. He let out a soft sigh as the warmth of their closeness seeped into his body. It had been a while since the president had allowed himself to be completely open in the sight of someone who wasn't his son.

Kyuubi twisted in the tight arms that held him until he was staring into the sad and watery teal eyes of the president. Kyuubi had never seen him cry before. He'd always thought the man was too strong to be overcome by such emotions, but it just goes to show that everyone was vulnerable to something. He felt a great deal of pride well up inside him at the thought that he and his lover had reached a higher level of trust in their relationship and although it could have been a different scenario, one where neither of them were suffering, he was still thankful that they were still growing together.

Thoughts kept swirling around in Kyuubi's head as he led the president to their currently shared bed. He laid the man down and looked at him sadly, as the man stared into space, most likely blaming himself for what had happened. It was bad enough that he had insisted to send Gaara to the ball, but he was also blaming himself for Gaara's rebelliousness. Kyuubi sighed. He couldn't ask him what was wrong. What wasn't wrong? And he didn't want to make matters worse and make Shukaku blame himself for things that he had absolutely no control over.

He unbuttoned Shukaku's pants and pulled them down but left the boxers on and pulled his shirt over his head leaving him in his merino. He managed to roll him under the covers then curl into his arms. As dull and out of mind as the president seemed, he always reacted when Kyuubi touched him. Even if it was only the curl of his arms around his waist Kyuubi was grateful for that. It reminded him that the man that he had come to appreciate so much was still there somewhere.

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The figure smiled as he watched the redhead and the blonde curl up into bed together. They looked happy together.

His lips suddenly curled in disdain as the president of the country he loved so much kissed his gay lover. How much more corruption did the world need before those corrupting it decided that enough was enough? He may not have the best insight in life but he knew when to draw the line and he knew that that line shouldn't be crossed.

Not for love.

Not for money.

Not for respect.

And he was going to protect what was left of the purity of the beautiful leaf that he had grown in and had loved so dearly. He loved his home so much that he was willing to kill for it.

He was a games master.

Everyone else was only a game piece.

The games master decided who moved ahead. Who took a move back. And those who would be eliminated. And by the way the pieces were aligned and who played those pieces… many players needed to be purged. And he would do that.

He'd have fun doing it too.

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Neji ran the combs of the blow drier through his hair as he watched Gaara slip into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and allowed a slow smirk to tug at his lips as he drank in the sight of milky white abs slowly being covered by a plain maroon plain tee. He almost bit his lip. The shower had been… refreshing… to say the least.

He hadn't been drunk then so it was easy to really admire everything about the sassy redhead. He was pretty proud of his body too. At one point during their second romp, Neji had begun to question his powers. Who was seducing whom? Who was falling for whom? The thought had made him frown but the talented redhead's tongue had distracted him.

Just like it was doing now.

He turned his head back to the bathroom mirror with a frown as he continued to blow through his hair. He had several masks, contacts and wigs for them to wear but the biggest problem would be to convince the redhead to come along quietly. It was a severe clash of personality between them. Neji was a god, Gaara was just a boy. Neji was sophisticated and smart, and he thought through what he was going to say and do before he says or does whatever. Gaara, on the other hand, felt as though he could do whatever he wanted to because he could. But he surely could not. Not while he was in his presence and definitely not until way longer after they had parted.

This was the next question on his agenda… What was he going to do with the boy? The vice president's son had been fairly easy to manipulate. He had already had a broken heart… broken hearts were the easiest to meld into what you wanted it. Gaara, however, seemed to be having a blast.

He was right, he would regret it later, but apparently, it was a progressive thing… Gaara was slowly tormenting him, the little devil. He started thinking back to the club and how passionate the redhead had been when a shiver ran down his spine at the memory of the familiarity of the touch that had lingered on his shoulder. Yes, he was in a club and yes, he had been drunk but his sixth sense had picked up the feel of someone he never wanted to cross paths with again. There had been many persons like that so it was hard to tell.

But there was something about this touch. It chilled him straight to his bones. Maybe it was just a bad person looking to attack someone that night and he felt their evil aura, but somehow it felt like it was being directed to him…

He turned off the blow drier to stare at his reflection. Another chill ran down his spine as he felt that touch on his shoulder. He'd pull away from Gaara to investigate but he'd been too far gone to get any decent information anyways. It upset him that he was controlled like that… but that was the past and while he went through a list of his enemies, he would make sure he put Gaara in his place. He was not going to give up his life because a child wanted a little adventure. He turned his head to find Gaara lying on his stomach and staring at the TV, and was certainly not going to give up his prize to any foe who dared to challenge his authority. No matter how sinister they may be.

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