Stockholm Syndrome Gone Really Really Wrong

Sweets: I'm back everyone! Did you miss me? Or are you all pissed that I haven't updated in so long...?

Say thank you to my hard working beta yamiXyugi-setoXjou-4ever! She is so scaring hardworking! This awesome chapter is thanks to her!

Also much thanks dearmantis for the reality check. In a review it was pointed out to me that I 'jump' a lot. Moving from NejiGaara to ShikaKiba to ShukakuKyuu so what I decided was that I'd cut out the ShukakuKyuu unless they have a direct link to the main characters Neji and Gaara or the Hawk's master. If there's no link to those three then I won't be writing about.

Warning:sex really...

P.S.This story was made M to accommodate for Gaara's sex drive. Let's play it safe and say that there'll be sex every other chapter. Kay? Whether it be ShikaKib or GaaraNeji. Kay?

Chapter 8

Shikamaru stood frozen in the doorway of the president as he slipped unconscious. "What happened?" He asked cautiously as he recalled the last statement the nurse made. "There's nothing wrong with Kyuubi. I just came from his room." He said, slowly approaching the chair that he had been sitting on. He was high strung and stocked up on caffeine. He was cautious of everything that breathed. He wasn't going to take any more chances with the president's life again. The man had a potential husband, a kid and a country waiting for him when he left that hospital bed. He was going to protect him with everything he could, but he wouldn't say even if it cost him his life... He just got his own love back and he didn't want to lose him again.

"We're sorry for the misinterpretation," The doctor who was checking the machines at the far end spoke before turning around. She was a short, beautiful woman with long, black hair that was braided in a long plait down her chest to her waist. "He slipped under before my nurse could finish her statement."

"I meant to tell him that in his current condition he couldn't see him, but that he was fine and would visit him when he woke up." The nurse was obviously still shaky after the president's outburst and seeing Shikamaru's weapon and holster wasn't easing her tension at all. He heaved a sigh before taking a long drink from the cup and sagging down in his chair.

"I apologize for my behaviour but I'm sure you can understand," he said not looking at them but taking another swig form the cup.

"We understand, we'll give you a moment to compose yourself," The doctor replied kindly, before nodding to her nurse as she started walking to the door. Shikamaru sighed again as he rested his eyes on the president's eerily still body and flicked his eyes over to the heart monitor just to double check the man was still alive.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and fished it out; looking on the caller id, he noticed that it was Kiba. He scratched his stubble chin pressing a button on the side ending the call. Kiba would have his ass later when he visited him, but he was on the job and he couldn't come running to his every beck and call no matter how much he wanted to. He felt his other pocket vibrate and frowned, after fishing it out he saw Kiba's name and heaved another sigh; he was doing that a lot this afternoon. He debated for three rings whether to answer or not and then decided to just scold Kiba for calling him and threaten him that it'd better be damn important. "What is it Kiba?" He asked keeping the irritation out of his voice.
"Shika…" He heard Kiba's voice small and whimpering on the other line. He immediately straightened in his chair and clamped his fingers around the plastic device and his paper cup of coffee. Now he was praying to God that his lover couldn't open a pickle jar because if he were in trouble he'd probably lose it. Too much was happening in too short a time.

"What's wrong baby?" No response. Shikamaru's mind kicked into high gear as he listened to the background noise behind Kiba's shaky breaths and if there was anyone else there. Then he heard it. The chuckle in the background that made Kiba whimper louder and squeal. "Kiba!" He shouted into the phone, crushing the plastic cup in his hand, causing the hot liquid to come splashing out and trail down his hand. But he couldn't feel it. He could only feel the fear that clawed at his throat, cutting off his choked gasp.
"Help me…" He whispered, before the line went dead. Shikamaru stood in his position for what seemed like an eternity while his brain tried to process what had just happened. Kiba was no actor. He couldn't tell a lie if his life depended on it, literally. His hands started to shake as he lowered the phone from his ear, unknown tears making slow trails down his cheeks as his normally stoic composure broke completely before his brow creased in a furious scowl and his lips curled in a snarl. He just got him back! The Hawk had Gaara! What the hell was going on? Why was Kiba taken? Again?! With one swift movement, the phone sailed towards the safety glass, cracking it and sending his phone to splintering all over the room. The hospital alarm wailed as he stormed out of the room.
He knew it wasn't the Hawk this time. The Hawk went after things that could benefit him, he pampered it, cared for it, treated it like royalty while it returned the favour by praising him. He wouldn't hurt his possession no matter what or who it was. This was someone else. And whoever it was would die.

Nurses ran past him as they rushed to the room he just came from, but he paid no mind to them as he strode out of the building.

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He laughed in the boy's ear as he whimpered at the sight of seeing his beloved storm out the building that he was currently sitting across from. "See… I told you he'd come storming out like a knight on his noble steed." He uttered in a mocking voice, and then sighed contentedly as he watched the warm tears flow down Kiba's face when he started to sob.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked through his sobs covering his face with his hands. The masked man sighed as he tilted the boy's chin up to look up at him.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. You've done nothing wrong, unlike that boy toy of yours…" he murmured, making Kiba shake involuntarily as the distorted voice chilled him to the core. But even as terrified as he was, he couldn't stop the sense of familiarity that he felt toward the man. He gasped as he recognized where he had felt the chill of familiarity from.

"It was you wasn't it?" Kiba accused, feeling a bit braver.

"Hmm?" the man asked, his head tilting to and fro and Kiba could only guess that he was looking if anyone thought they were suspicious.

"It was you!" he exclaimed, his voice rising higher. "It was you in the hospital, on that bed when Shika and I were there!" the man yanked him forward and harshly pressed their lips together.

Kiba quickly yanked his head back and away from the man but felt the gun dig into his side. "You are so loud. But yes..." he said lowly, pecking the brunette's lips. "It was me. Isn't that funny?" he asked, chuckling in that deep distorted voice.

"What is?" he asked hoping the man wouldn't kiss him again, but then he saw him lean forward, only to stop centimetres away.

"That I could have killed you two right there and you wouldn't have even seen it coming!" he replied gleefully, grabbing the back of Kiba's neck and painfully dug the gun between his ribs. "Participate." he commanded and leant forward.

As he connected their lips once more he coaxed Kiba's tongue to play with his own and encouraged it to enter his mouth. Kiba felt his skin crawl, but did as he was commanded nonetheless. As he ran his tongue over teeth but felt something foreign in the man's mouth and pulled away, only have his hair yanked harshly. "I felt something weird-" he gasped out.

The man smiled at him. "I was pretty reckless when I was younger," then as the man leered at him, Kiba saw the gold stud in his canine tooth. "Drilled a complete hole through it and filled it with gold." he trailed his gun up Kiba's side causing Kiba to stiffen. "It's about time for your boy toy to appear," he murmured, chillingly.

"What do you want with Shikamaru?" He hissed. He didn't, couldn't have anything more happen to Shikamaru. The man chuckled.

"It's cute that you want to protect him. Cute indeed. I'd always admired your fire." He said as he trailed the pistol along Kiba's jaw line and watched with a smirk on his lips as he watch the fear creep back into the boy's eyes. "You want to protect him, eh?" He said as he quickly grabbed an arm and started to quickly drag him to the door of the building. "Hmm?" He urged as the quickened their steps.

"Yes!" Kiba grunted as he stumbled, but was hauled roughly back into the man's arms.

"Then leave him." His captor grunted, before shoving him out into the road. Kiba twisted around just in time to see Shikamaru's sleek black car heading towards him at near top speed. He twisted again before throwing himself out the way and crashing into the asphalt. He grunted as he felt his arms scrap against the ground and shot his head up to look for anymore oncoming cars but his gaze landed on the hooded figure swiftly disappearing into the crowd.

He heard the squeal of tires and a slamming door as he tried to stand up but was again hauled into the air; but this time by warm, loving arms. He groaned as he was squeezed too hard and felt relief when his feet landing back on the ground. Strong hands grabbed his shoulders as the sounds died around him. He stared up into the worried brown eyes of his lover as he was pulled in another warm embrace. "Shika…" He murmured, sighing into the hug and wrapping his arms around his waist.

As the adrenaline from the day faded away, he heard the blaring of car horns and protests of drivers and peeled an eye open as he noticed that they were standing in the middle of the road. Letting out a small shaky laugh, he nudged Shikamaru in his side. "I think we're in the middle of road. We should move." He said, his laugh slowly dying down.

"Just a little longer. Please."

His heart broke at the sad and broken tone of his renewed boyfriend and it hurt even more when he remembered what he had to do in order to save his life. If what the man had said was true, then he would need to leave Shikamaru to protect him. It was for his own good. But still, in the back of his mind he couldn't forget the man and the gold embedded in his tooth. Where had he seen that before? He shrugged it off and turned his attention back to the warm and loving embrace he was enveloped in.

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Neji scooped the redhead turned black into his arms after he hefted both traveling bags over his shoulder and internally thanked Gaara that he was so thin, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to carry him to the small motel they'd be staying in for the next three or four days if things went well and the teen behaved himself.

As Neji loaded him into a waiting taxi he glanced at the redhead and frowned. This was his most difficult catch ever. He'd never had to think so much or watch what he was going to say in case Gaara shut down on him. His teal eyed stare was the most unnerving thing he'd ever encountered. Even when his Master was scolding him with his own unnerving silence, Gaara stomped it to the ground and amplified that stare tenfold.

It sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine when he noticed that he was actually making progress on the potter wheel he had Gaara on. It may look like the teen had him in his clutches but it was actually the other way around. Gaara wasn't even noticing that he was fighting a losing battle. He thought he had Neji all figured out! But he didn't! There was no way he could understand the workings of a god and Neji had just seen that. True it was a bit embarrassing that he'd thought that he'd need to fight to get Gaara's affection but he'd already won it. He smirked to himself and settled into the leather seat and let his mind fall into a pleasant haze.

"Gaara wake up. We're here," he gently shook the redhead that he had disrobed and left on the bed. He looked much better naked. With his beautiful, smooth and soft skin. It was just begging to be seen. So Neji had decided to obey its wishes and now the redhead lay naked and curled in a soft 'c' on the blue sheets beneath.

Dark thin lashes fluttered before stilling and the redhead went back to being emotionless. Neji smirked to himself before he climbed over the redhead and gently turned him on his back and spread his legs. Softly he began to kiss the creamy expanse of neck he was given. He was rewarded with a soft moan and Gaara tossing his head to him probably to ward off whatever was rousing him from his sleep. Neji smirked at his behavior before dipping back down and slicking a trail of saliva from his neck and moving downward. Feeling pressure on his tongue and lips he noticed that Gaara arched into his feather touches and groaned deep in his throat as he fisted the sheets. Neji grinned when he noticed that his object of affection was slowly waking along with the jewel it belonged to.

He continued kissing and licking his way down until he was at a slim waistline and dipped his tongue into a hollow navel and swirled his tongue around the star that dangled from his navel. He vaguely wondered who else knew he had a piercing. As Gaara unconsciously arched into his touch again he started to quickly pull his pants and boxers off. As he finished, he parted from the sweet tastes of the president's son to grab the bottle of lube he had conveniently left on the nightstand to tempt the unpredictable teen into seducing him into a heaty sex session. A wake up call was just as good though. He dipped back down and tweaked a nipple while he teased the other with his teeth and tongue and grinned to himself as Gaara tossed and writhed beneath him. Squeezing a generous amount of lube into his hand he coated himself with the cold substance and shivered in delight. Lining up with the redhead's entrance he pressed his body flush against Gaara's and he looped his hand around the thin waist and pressed his lips to flushed and panting boy's ear. "Wakey, wakey Gaara-chan," he whispered in a song before he pulled on the back of a knee and slammed in.

Gaara woke up screaming to the burn of pain and pleasure mixing erotically inside and instinctively clenching around the large member that was currently inside of him. Neji hissed at the tightening but continued to pump. "What are you doing?" He asked in a strangled breath arching off the bed and hooking his free ankle with Neji's own, burying his hands into silky locks he fisted and pulled.

"Waking you up. Obviously," Neji replied simply, before he reared up and began his assault of the tight heat he was enveloped in, with Gaara screaming his name in the blend of moans and grunts. He continued pumping into the smaller redhead as he felt something in his groin coil and tightened dangerously and pumped even faster. He pushed deeper as Gaara cried his name over and over. It was all he needed to be pushed over the edge and dragged Gaara with him. The redhead cried out loudly digging and wringing his hands into the sheet, arching high of the bed as he spilled out onto both their sweaty bodies.

Neji's flaccid member slipped out of Gaara as he pulled away from the thoroughly abused teen and flopped down on the bed. His hair was a mess and his skin was sticky, clammy and soiled but he was well sated and if he could he'd be purring like the cat that caught the canary. Gaara mumbled something unintelligent before he swiped his arm back and jammed it between his ribs.

"Shit!" Neji swore and grabbed the abusive arm before Gaara could deliver another blow. "Why the hell did you do that?" he growled pressing the arm holding Gaara to his aching ribs. Gaara harshly pulled away from him, tossed an angry sneer over his shoulder before he limped to the adjoined bathroom and slamming it so hard a picture frame fell and clattered to the ground. Neji froze where he lay and cast a bewildered look at the door before shaking his head and pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. He could just feel it. The storm brewing and churning violently in the bathroom only a mere few feet away from the bed.

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Gaara glared at everything that caught his eyes as he scrubbed himself of the grime on his body.

He was pissed as hell.

And he was in pain.

His lower back, legs and ass throbbed with every move that he made and he had to fight through his exhaustion. His vision swam dangerously for a second as his body swayed with it and he froze his movements, closing his eyes and waited for the world to right itself and ensure his feet were on steady ground before he opened them again. Sighing he continued to wash himself, but much slower than before so he didn't feel so faint. The cold water was refreshing and it helped a great deal in waking him up but it did nothing stop his pain. It only dulled it to throb but should he twist the wrong way a full blown spike of pain would pierce through his aching body.

He finished the rest of his shower feeling more peaceful than he did before. When he thought back to how he was 'woken up' the sneer returned full force. How dare he! He could've woken him up the normal way! He would have complied. He could have just asked. That wasn't so hard was it? Did he think Gaara would say no? If he did then he was just stupid! That just proved his theory that this Hawk fellow was not right in the head! Gaara's scowl deepened when his mind started wandering to the more pleasant side of his wake up call. Much more pleasant side and Gaara could only glare at his member as it started to stir to life. Shaking his head he turned back to thoroughly drying himself with a towel.

If there was one thing that he had to admit, it was that Neji Hyūga knew what he was doing. He'd known the minute he'd started. He seemed to have a massive blueprint in his head that was his guide. He'd set everything up perfectly. Gaara guessed that if he wanted to escape and flee back to his father that he'd have to try extremely hard to outwit the obviously brilliant man. He'd make the effort though. He could only imagine how worried his father must be.

Oh God!

His father!

The man was probably worrying himself to death. He'd probably be in the hospital moaning Gaara's name and begging all his operatives to do their best to find him. Gaara hoped that wasn't true. His old man could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to be but Gaara knew that he cared and he didn't want to worry him anymore than he needed to.

'He should really get a girlfriend,' Gaara thought frowning. The only thing he really saw his dad ever really do was look after him and run his business. Now he had an even bigger Gaara and an even bigger business; a country.

Gaara bit and tore the nail from its bed. He was worried. Why was he worried just now? Why hadn't his father been the first thing to cross his mind the minute he'd be kidnapped? Was he really that bad of son?

Yes. Yes he was.

He sighed and plopped down on the cover of the toilet seat and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He'd been so caught up on this amazing Hawk character that he didn't even remember the world that still existed outside the bubble enveloping him and Neji. It didn't help matters any when he saw how unbelievable handsome Neji was. And how amazing he was between the sheets. He sighed again and ran his hand over his face.

Now he knew why Haruno had been so infatuated with him. He was hard not to like. It was as if he could read emotions and say just what Gaara wanted to hear.

He was the man that Gaara had been looking for. He wasn't a pushover like Uchiha and he wasn't an ass like Uzumaki. He was Neji Hyuuga. A man that Gaara, begrudgingly, had to admit that he was falling for. He smiled to himself at the prospect of loving someone other than his father and Kyuubi. Another blush rose on his cheeks at the thought of Neji loving him back. He felt lightheaded and his stomach was acting up.

He kind of liked the feeling.

Gaara stepped out of the bathroom and Neji braced himself for the explosion. However Gaara just stood where he was blankly staring at him. Neji remained quiet and waited for Gaara to say something but when the redhead just stared at him he felt the need to look away but he was not going to back down. He would not submit to this redhead, no matter how alluring and tempting he may be.

"You could have just asked," the redhead spoke softly before going over to the bed and slipping under the sheets. Neji relaxed his tense posture as the redhead curled under the sheets with his back to him. "I'm going to sleep. I'm tired." he said his voice soft and barely above a whisper. Neji wondered if something was wrong with him. "And if you ever try something like that again I'll break your dick off and make you eat it." he said in a low emotionless voice that was so cold Neji could've sworn the room dropped several degrees.

Neji made a silent vow that he would do it. Just to be on the receiving end of the redhead's wrath. Make-up sex was always amazing. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

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Shikamaru sighed deeply as he held a sniffling Kiba in his arms as he stroked and ran his fingers through his hair.

He had brought the brunette home a mere few hours ago and he'd been acting strange and distant. When Shikamaru had confronted him about it he'd gotten a slap across the face and an earful of shouting before Kiba had said he wanted to breakup.

He'd been stung by the words and wasn't able to formulate even a complete sentence to argue with Kiba that he was overreacting. The only thing he'd managed to utter was why.

That's when the lies started.

As Kiba spilled bull about how much Shikamaru had put him through and how he couldn't deal with anymore problems, Shikamaru could see that something was wrong. His brain had immediately started whirring and he deducted that his weird behavior started after he'd gotten that heart stopping call in the hospital. He came to the conclusion that this wasn't Kiba's doing.

He'd sucked it up and decided that whosoever it was that was toying with his lover was going to pay but for now he'd adhere to his demands. He'd said ok. That he was ok with breaking up with him. Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say because Kiba completely broke down and started to cry. That was where they were now, Kiba just getting control of himself enough to quiet down but sniffle every now and then.

"I can't believe you'd leave me so easily..." he'd been whimpering that sentence for at least thirty minutes and Shikamaru decided that he'd have enough of it.

"I'm not leaving you Kiba." he sighed pulling the boy into his lap and kissing him before he could complain. "For whoever it is that wants us to breakup, we'll just have to pretend that we're not together anymore. I know you can't keep a secret for shit, but if you don't want me to get shot-" Kiba sucked in a sharp breath, "-then you will keep this our secret as if your life depended on it." He kissed his lover's temple. "Kay?" he asked.

Kiba nodded slightly before he leaned up and kissed him deeply. Pulling back, he frowned. "Maybe we should tell Shino. He might be able to help."

Shikamaru sighed before he seemed to go off in thought.

"Maybe we should."

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Sweets: Well there you have it. A long chapter to announce my coming back!

Gonna start a poll soon. Question - "Should Gaara top like one time? Would it be good and steamy?"

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