Warning: there's a lemon in this chapter, but it's marked. Happy reading.
Chapter Fourteen
Gaara and Kankuro had just finished their capoeira class and were cleaning up for the dance class coming in before going to the changing area. After dressing, Gaara fastened the necklace Neji gave him around his neck lightly touching the pendant. He had taken it off during class so nothing would happen to it and felt strangely empty without the weight around his neck. After Neji had put it on him he hadn't taken it off having slept with it on even at night.
Kankuro noticed the action. "It's a nice necklace," he said.
"Yeah," Gaara said softly.
"Do you think he's the one?" Kankuro asked without pressuring his brother.
"Yes," Gaara said just as softly.
When Kankuro saw the flash of anxiety flit across Gaara's features he knew his brother was afraid. "I felt the same way when I realized Ino had gotten under my skin. I couldn't believe a woman like her would want me and I was constantly afraid that I'd wake up and it would all be a dream or she'd wake up and find somebody better, but thank Kami love is a blind motherfucker. For what it's worth, I think Neji loves you too."
Gaara was surprised to hear his cantankerous brother admit to being afraid. "I have nothing to offer him," Gaara said flatly.
"Are you kidding? You're smart, talented, funny, caring, thoughtful, a great cook, an even better dancer, and you have the best family in the world. Anyone would be lucky to have you and you chose him; he's the lucky one," Kankuro flushed uncomfortably at the emotional conversation.
"That last quality wasn't really a quality," Gaara pointed out.
"And you're an asshole when you want to be."
"Is that a quality?" he asked as Kankuro huffed. They started toward the bakery. "Nii-chan," Gaara said quietly causing Kankuro to turn around, "Thank you."
Kankuro nudged his brother with his shoulder and opened the door to the bakery. Gaara gave a small smile as they walked through. The kids were sitting at the small table Iruka had bought just for them eating a snack and talking excitedly about class and who would be the first to master the handstand to spin kick move.
Gaara smiled at them as his cell phone rang. He pulled it out and saw Neji's hotel number on the screen not Neji's private number that he always called Gaara on. "Hello?" he said.
"Gaara-san, I'm sorry to bother you at this time of day, but it's urgent," he heard the hotel manager's voice on the other end of the line. Gaara remained silent and the man continued after a moment. "It seems someone has vandalized the painting in the lobby."
Gaara's eyes narrowed. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," he replied before hanging up. He cursed under his breath. "Nii-chan, I have to go down to the hotel for a while. My painting was vandalized," he said to Iruka.
"Of course Gaara, but I'd feel better if one of us goes with you for a while," Iruka said.
"Nii-chan…" Gaara began.
"Humor me, Gaara," Iruka said in a firm voice. "Someone could be targeting you because of your relationship with Neji."
"Then they're not too smart or have a death wish. Otouto is the last person you want to fuck with unless you want to wear your ass as a hat," Naruto said. "Come on Gaara I'll go with you, maybe I can help." Gaara nodded.
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Ten minutes later Gaara and Naruto pulled up on their bikes in front of the hotel. When they walked in they could see the vandalism clearly. Someone had painted over Cupid's face completely with red paint. "Shit, that was the best part," Gaara complained.
Neji walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Gaara's waist. "Sorry," he said quietly as he buried is nose in Gaara's hair. "I watched the security recordings and the person was standing in the blind spot but we could see that it was only one person. At least they didn't ruin the best part of the painting," he said as he looked at the untouched Psyche. "How did you find out?" he asked
"The manager called and told me about it," Gaara said.
Neji frowned at the man glaring from behind the desk. "I didn't tell him to call you," he said thoughtfully. His arms tightened around Gaara and he pressed a kiss against his cheek. "Can you fix it?"
"Yeah, and the fucker did ruin the best part of the painting," Gaara groused. He and Naruto walked behind the desk.
"Sir I'm afraid you can't be behind there, only Gaara-san," the hotel manager said coldly to Naruto.
"I'm here to help my otouto and I can't do that from across the room, dickhead," Naruto said just as coldly.
The hotel manager's attitude changed quickly. "You are Gaara-san's nii-san! I should have known. Just let me know if there's anything I can do for you," he said courteously smiling from ear to ear.
As he walked away Naruto mumbled, "Fuckin' creep."
"Tell me about it," Gaara said as he and Naruto set about trying to clean off the red paint without disturbing his painting underneath. They mixed a dissolving solution to take the latex paint off of the oil based paint underneath. After the cleaning Cupid's face had been smudged as well. "Fuck!" Gaara said sharply.
"Gaara-san, I have refreshments for you and your nii-san," the hotel manager appeared with drinks and light meal for the brothers after a couple of hours. He was ecstatic his Gaara-san had introduced him to his brother. He wondered how many siblings his beauty had as he watched his love climb off of his ladder and go wash his hands.
"Gaara-chan, if you're okay I'll go back to the bakery to finish out the shift," Naruto said with a pointed look at the manager.
Gaara sent a silent message by rolling his eyes that the man was harmless. Creepy, but harmless. "Tell nii-chan I'll be there as soon as I'm done."
"Will do," Naruto said giving him a look that said 'don't let your guard down' before he left.
Gaara watched him go as he sipped his water with three ice cubes and a lemon slice in it. He picked at the food for a little while before climbing onto the ladder again. An hour later he was starting to feel warm. The hotel manager gave him a new glass of water and went to increase the air as a smile played around his lips.
Gaara steadied his shaking hand as he began to painting Cupid's features once again. He tried to ignore the heat that coursed through his body as he concentrated on the painting. He had put the finishing touches on the face before the heat started to become unbearable.
"Gaara-san, you don't look well. Are you alright?" the manager asked.
"It's warm in here," Gaara said.
"You're not sweating, Gaara-san and I did increase the air for you," the man said. "Why don't you come with me and we can splash water on your face," he offered and reached for Gaara's arm.
Gaara shivered at the contact and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. The manager pulled him into the employee bathroom and shut the door behind them.
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Neji was sitting in his office finishing up paperwork as the vandalized painting nagged at the back of his mind. He pushed the paper aside and thought about it. The vandalism was so specific with only the Cupid figure vandalized; it didn't make sense. He thought it might be teens for a minute, but dismissed it immediately. Usually when teens vandalized something they don't specifically target something small like a painting when they have the whole hotel to vandalize. Besides it was almost impossible for a non-employee to get behind the desk; almost, but not completely.
He threaded his fingers through his hair. It bothered him and he couldn't put a finger on why. He had questioned the employees about when the vandalism occurred and they told him it was during shift change and no one had seen anything out of the ordinary.
Another thing that bothered him was the fact that Cupid's face had been completely covered in the picture but not his body. It was as though someone was trying to replace him as Psyche's lover and slide into his exact spot. He thought about how much the Psyche figure looked like Gaara and a thought occurred to him that filled him with rage. Someone was taunting him, telling him they were going to take Gaara away from him. The bastard knew exactly what the camera could and could not see and stepped into that space to ruin the painting to send that message, but whom?
Movement caught his eye in the security camera as he watched Gaara climb off of the ladder and wipe a hand across his brow while the manager talked to him. He saw the man spread his hands in a placating way before taking Gaara by the arm and leading him away with a gleam in his eyes. "Son of a bitch, I told him never to be alone with him!" Neji stormed as he buzzed security when he saw the manager lead Gaara into the employee bathroom and close the door.
It hit him as he tore out of his office. The hungry looks the manager gave Gaara, the Cupid figure's face being painted over in red, the knowledge of security camera blind spots, and the hatred he could feel coming from the man; the manager was targeting Gaara. 'Oh Kami-sama, please don't let me be too late,' he begged.
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Gaara splashed water on his face and wet a few cloths running their cool texture over his heated skin which was becoming sensitive. He watched through the mirror as the manager locked the bathroom door and leaned against it and cursed himself. If he hadn't been so distracted, he'd have pushed the man out before it was too late. He put his back against the counter and calmly waited for the attack.
The manager smiled comfortably now that he had Gaara away from others. "You know, Gaara-san, I knew exactly how to get you down here. All I had to do was destroy Hyuga's face in the painting and you'd rush down here to fix it," he said with a hard edge to his voice. "I've been so angry at you ever since I saw you acting like a whore on the street with Hyuga. So angry…" he drifted off and hung his head sadly.
Gaara was about to edge along the wall but the head snapped back up and there was a crazy smile stretched across the manager's face, "I was angry until today, you see. When you introduced me to your nii-san I realized you still love me and you were teasing me with Hyuga, which is not nice by the way," he shook his finger at Gaara.
"What are you talking about, you crazy fucker?" Gaara ground out. He pulled at his shirt that felt too small. "I don't love you. I don't even know your goddamned name." The heat was making him irritable and his breathing was becoming labored.
"You do love me, I know you do. You just needed more time to realize it, but I can't wait anymore. I want you now," he said before reaching for Gaara.
Using the sink, Gaara jumped up in the air and kicked out at the manager who caught his foot. "That won't work this time Gaara-san," he cackled crazily as he backed off warily for now. "You're fighting me now but in a little while, you're gonna be begging for me," he promised.
"What do you mean?" Gaara asked going completely still.
"The aphrodisiac you drank is already starting to work. Soon you'll be begging on your knees for me to take you. I'll make you apologize first though by using those beautiful ruby pouting lips to suck me like you did Hyuga, but I'll forgive you Gaara-san. I'll always forgive you," he said as he tried to grab Gaara again.
Gaara side stepped him and slammed his head off of the counter. "Don't compare yourself to him. You'll never be him," he said as he dodged away.
"You love me!" the manager screamed holding his head.
"I love him," Gaara said quietly though the manager stumbled back as though Gaara had screamed the words.
"No… no, it can't be… you're mine. You were supposed to be MINE!" he screamed before he charged Gaara.
Gaara swiped up into a handstand and kicked the enraged man in the top of the head stunning him before grabbing the back of his head and slamming it up against the urinal knocking him out.
The bathroom door ripped open and Neji stood in the doorway trembling with unsuppressed rage. He saw the manager unconscious on the ground and Gaara flushed and breathing hard leaning against a stall. "I told you not to be alone with him!" he said in a quiet deadly voice.
Gaara grunted and tried to focus on his breathing. His body was becoming hotter and hotter by the moment and he was breathing like he had just completed a marathon. "My knight in shining armor," Gaara mumbled.
Neji's eyes flashed dangerously. "Get that piece of shit out of here," he said pointing to the manager. "Call the police and hold him in the back room until they get here and if you value your jobs, you won't let him get away. You," he pointed at Gaara, "come with me." He waited until Gaara had walked passed him to turn on his heel and follow.
Neji swiped his card to his private elevator and punched the button. He tried to get his emotions under control as they stepped in and the door closed. He wanted to go back and kill the manager for daring to touch Gaara. The elevator opened to his suite and they stepped out. Neji had used the silent ride to try and calm himself. Gaara knew how to defend himself, he was well aware of that, but that didn't stop him from worrying.
He looked over to where Gaara was sitting on the couch flushed and breathing hard and became worried. He traced a hand over Gaara's face and the redhead moaned and leaned into his touch shuddering. "Gaara are you feeling okay?" he asked.
"He slipped drugs into my drink. I'm so hot, Hyuga-san," Gaara moaned. Neji's touch was nothing like the manager's touch. When Neji touched him, his skin felt like it had been set on fire and he wanted more.
Neji's eyes widened in surprise before they narrowed in anger. He got his anger under control as Gaara moaned softly rubbing his face along Neji's hand and inner forearm like a cat. "We have to get you to the hospital right now," he said reasonably.
"Too late," Gaara said as his eyes slid closed. "It's already affecting me and I don't want to be in the ER when this stuff really takes effect," he groaned when Neji touched the heated skin of his shoulder.
Neji drew back his hand as though he had been burned. "We have to do something soon. It'll become painful if nothing is done," he said as he ran a hand through his hair.
Gaara lifted jade eyes to him, "Help me. You help me through it," he said.
"Gaara I…" Neji swallowed. He remembered the look in Gaara's eyes yesterday and shook his head, "You don't know what you're saying."
"I know exactly what I'm saying. I want you to help me through this. I want you to take care of my body, no one else. Would you leave me in pain?" Gaara asked as his breathing became shallower and he pulled his shirt from over his head the ruby necklace stood out against his skin like a stamp of ownership.
"I didn't want it to be like this," Neji said sadly. He wanted to make love to Gaara more than anything but this was no better than rape to him. Gaara's choice had been taken away from him and now he and Neji were left to deal with the aftermath.
"Me neither, but we didn't get to choose how it would happen. All we can do is try to make the best of a bad situation," Gaara said. He leaned back against the couch and took a steadying breath. "Don't make me beg," he said as pain flashed across his face.
Neji was next to him in an instant, pulling his unresisting body against his. He felt the tremor run through Gaara and he ran a soothing hand along his bare back. He closed his eyes and inhaled Gaara's unique scent of ocher and mint. He knew he'd lose Gaara forever in the morning when he realized he'd been taken against his will but he couldn't deny Gaara anything. He would keep the memories of tonight in his heart forever.
He kissed Gaara on the lips gently memorizing the texture and plumpness of them as they pressed back against his. His hands slid over Gaara's silken skin lightly; relishing the feel of it, worshipping it. He traced Gaara's lips with his tongue before slipping it inside to mate with his as he moved to stroke Gaara's chest capturing a gasp in his mouth.
Gaara moaned Neji's name as he felt his smooth hands slide over his skin. His body felt heavy and languid as he tilted his head allowing Neji better access to his mouth causing Neji to groan. Gaara attacked the buttons of Neji's shirt and pulled it off of him and flung it aside. He pushed their bare chests together craving more contact.
Neji was keeping a tight rein on his passion. He almost lost it when he felt Gaara deepen their kiss and surrender to him, but he caught himself before he lost control. Gaara trusted him and he wouldn't betray that trust. He broke off the kiss and nibbled along Gaara's neck, suckling lightly behind his earlobe as his hand moved lower to stroke Gaara's length lightly trying not to over stimulate the already sensitive organ. He resolved not take Gaara but he could help him by caring for his body.
"Neji… ah Neji… so good," Gaara grunted low when he climaxed into Neji's hand after a few strokes as he bit into Neji's neck.
Neji's breathing was choppy and his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to block out the image of Gaara in the throes of passion, but his gravelly voice calling his name and his throaty hoarse moans were just as bad. He removed his hand and Gaara flopped back on the couch. He exhaled deeply. "I'll call Iruka-san and let him know what happened," he said.
Gaara caught his arm to stop him. Since he came his body had calmed down. "I'll call nii-chan," he said. He took out his cell phone and pressed a number on speed dial as Neji left the room.
Neji was feeling a healthy dose of guilt as he bent over the sink refusing to look at himself in the mirror. He washed and dried his hands before turning on the shower. Gaara came into the bathroom and snaked his arms around Neji's waist. "I thought you might want a shower," Neji said hollowly.
Gaara kissed the smooth skin of Neji's shoulder. "Come in with me," Gaara quietly commanded as the heat began to build in him once again.
Neji nodded as Gaara stripped off his pants and stepped inside the glass enclosure. He followed trying to keep his distance from the tempting body that taunted him. "Is it so awful to touch me, Neji?" Gaara asked.
"No!" he replied immediately fighting the urge to take Gaara into his arms.
Gaara stepped into Neji's arms and wrapped his arms around him. His sensitive skin prickled as the water caressed him from behind and Neji's strong body caressed him from the front. He groaned and pulled Neji into a heated kiss.
Neji ran his hands over the heated skin squeezing Gaara's softer parts as they moved. Neji broke the kiss and began to wash Gaara's body under the shower spray to cool his rampant desires. He saw goose bumps rise as he passed the soapy cloth across Gaara's heated skin causing him to moan and gasp. Neji washed Gaara's hair as the fiery redhead kissed him passionately. He plunged his fingers in Neji's hair and held his mouth captive.
Gaara climaxed again in the shower as Neji finished washing his body. Neji quickly washed himself before pulling Gaara out of the shower and wrapping him in a thick robe and putting one on himself. He carried Gaara to his bed and laid him in the center before sitting on the edge.
Neji's breathing was labored and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he tried to calm his straining body. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up but he would try for as long as Gaara needed him to. He felt a leg rub against his back and he shuddered. He wanted to kill that fucking manager. He wanted to scream and cry at the unfairness of it all. He could feel the need rise in Gaara again and he responded to his body's call. He placed a hand on Gaara's flat abdomen and he closed his eyes before stroking the satiny skin.
Gaara threw his head back as Neji's hand caressed a path from his abdomen to his neck pausing for a moment as his thumbs brushed over the sensitive skin there. "Neji… look at me… unh," he grunted as his knee slid down Neji's side.
Neji swallowed and opened his eyes and it was just as bad as he thought it was going to be. Gaara's lips were swollen and bruised, his face flushed, hair tousled, his jade eyes dark with passion and luminous catching him within their depths. His skin was a beautiful creamy caramel that was not quite as dark as his other siblings and felt like the finest silk that could ever be spun. His member stood erect and proud under Neji's gaze not quite as long as Neji's but just as thick.
"Kiss me," Gaara commanded softly and Neji lowered his head to capture his lips. Gaara's hand moved to Neji's belt and undid it pushing it aside and ran his palms over Neji's skin.
Neji tore away from the kiss and bit the inside of his cheek. "Gaara… please… I have to stop for a minute, please… I have to stop, please," he begged as he dropped his forehead against Gaara's and tried to get a calming breath.
Gaara felt ashamed. "You don't want me," he said in a toneless voice.
Neji tried to look incredulous, but desire tightened his features. "I don't want you to hate me, Gaara. There's a big difference," he snapped as he grabbed Gaara's hand and placed on his throbbing erection. "I want you more than anything I've ever wanted in my life, but I don't want to force you, I'm not a rapist!"
Gaara moaned and wrapped his hand around Neji's manhood. "I want this too, Neji. And before you piss me off and say it's the drug talking I'll tell you I was gonna come back here tonight with you after class if that fucking manager hadn't called. I wanted you to make love to me tonight, baka!" he spat. He tried to get closer to Neji though his head was telling him to kick his ass.
"But yesterday…" Neji began.
"Oh for Kami's sake," Gaara mumbled. "I told you I was afraid of myself because I liked it too much! I wanted you to drag me into the woods and fuck me right then and there and I've never felt that way before," Gaara gritted out in frustration. His passion continued to heat up in spite of his anger.
Gaara's words were finally penetrating Neji's guilt. He gave Gaara a lopsided smile full of love. "This is our first fight," Neji mused as he stroked the precious tattooed face. He was stunned by what Gaara had said, but more than a little relieved. Gaara wasn't afraid of him and he wanted him, it was a dream come true.
"If you're trying to be funny while I'm lying here with a hard on throwing myself at you, I assure you it won't be our last," Gaara said darkly.
Neji chuckled at the love of his life causing him to glower. He stood and slid the robe off causing Gaara's eyes to widen at his first unobstructed view of Neji's god-like body and slid into bed rolling on top of Gaara. "I was just thinking make up sex is supposed to be the best," he teased as he kissed Gaara lightly across the collar bone.
"I'd like to try regular sex first please," Gaara snapped.
Neji licked a path up Gaara's neck to his earlobe and caught it between his teeth. "I'm yours to command," he purred into Gaara's ear before licking the outer shell. He felt Gaara shudder and smiled. If Gaara wanted him to make love to him tonight then that's exactly what he'd do. He nipped at Gaara's neck, sucking the sensitive flesh.
"Neji… Neji… my Neji," Gaara moaned as he hugged Neji to him. He shuddered and moaned as his mouth worked its magic against his skin.
Neji moved lower to suckle and kiss Gaara's nipple causing the redhead to cry out and arch into his touch. He closed his eyes and listened to the symphony of Gaara's moans, groans, and throaty sighs as he nipped, licked, kissed, and sucked Gaara's neck, arms, shoulders, and nipples. After plunging his tongue into Gaara's ear, Neji whispered hotly, "I love you."
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Gaara took Neji's lips in a bruising kiss. When he pulled back, Neji asked, "Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do," Gaara said. He moved his body restlessly against Neji.
Neji pulled his bedside table opened and grabbed a condom and lube. He moved down Gaara's body and wrapped his hand around his length. At Gaara's gasp and hip thrust Neji smirked. "Relax, you're gonna like this," he promised.
He gave Gaara's length a long lick making the redhead give a guttural groan, "Neji…" Gaara moaned. Neji gave him a wicked smile before swirling his tongue along the head of Gaara's member then engulfing it with his mouth. Gaara thrust his hips upwards and grasped the bed sheets in his fists as his head turned from side to side with an expression of passion etched on his face as Neji began to bob his head rhythmically.
Neji stroked Gaara's length with his mouth and tongue allowing him to thrust in and out of his mouth. He popped the lid off of the lube and covered his fingers and Gaara's backside with it causing the redhead to jump. "Shhhh, baby, it's okay… let me take care of you," Neji murmured around Gaara's length. He circled Gaara's bud with his forefinger before giving his member a hard suck and inserting the first finger.
"Ahhh… unh…" Gaara moaned as he plunged his hands into Neji's hair. "Neji… I need you…"
"You'll have me, Gaara. You'll have me for as long as you want me," Neji promised. He pushed another finger into Gaara's straining body and took his member deeper into his mouth as his throat convulsed around it. Neji curled his fingers and Gaara felt like he'd been struck by lightning as he emptied himself into Neji's mouth.
Neji continued to stroke Gaara's insides as he lapped up his essence. He kissed his pelvic bone and abdomen on his quest to capture Gaara's lips never once stopping his fingers as they prodded the prostate under them driven on by Gaara's moans. He took Gaara's lips and added another finger inside his body and scissor them back and forth opening him up as Gaara's manhood hardened again.
Gaara kissed Neji brutally as he thrust down on Neji's questing fingers. "So good… Neji… give it to me, please… ah… now, aahn," he demanded thrusting wildly against Neji as he added the last finger stretching him so could take his cock comfortably.
When Neji felt he was stretched enough, he removed his fingers and sat up to put the condom on and add more lube. Gaara followed Neji as he sat up and continued to kiss him. Neji pushed him back down gently and kissed him fervently. "I love you, Gaara," he whispered.
"Neji… please… ah," he gasped as Neji filled him slowly stopping only when he was fully seated in the body under his. He began slow measured strokes judging Gaara's response to make sure he wasn't hurting him. Gaara clung to him and thrust against him uncontrollably. "More… Neji, more… faster," he demanded breathlessly. "Deeper…"
Neji's strokes picked up speed as he held Gaara against him. He thrust against his prostate causing Gaara to cry out. "So good, Gaara…you feel so good, baby," he groaned.
"Cumming… Neji cumming…ah, ah, aahhh," Gaara yelled as he threw his head back against the pillow the world going white.
Neji squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as his body emptied in an earth shattering climax unlike he had ever experienced before. He held Gaara until his climax faded soothing and worshipping him as he rode out his orgasm. He pulled out of Gaara's body after he had fallen bonelessly against the mattress and went to get a cloth and cleansed his body thoroughly before taking it back to the bathroom.
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Neji climbed back into the bed and gathered Gaara's body to his. Gaara snuggled against Neji and yawned. "I'm so tired. I never thought sex could be so exhausting," he said as threw his leg across Neji's. He put his head on Neji's chest, laid his palm over his heart and closed his eyes.
Neji kissed the top of his head and skimmed his fingertips over Gaara's skin soothing him. "Still feeling sensitive?" he asked not wanting to cause him pain.
"Not anymore," Gaara said as he yawned again. He kissed Neji's chest. "I love you, Neji," he said sleepily.
Neji closed his eyes and savored the words he most wanted to hear. "I love you too, Gaara. Sleep now," he said quietly as sleep claimed his lover.
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"Where are you and Dei-chan off to tonight?" Mikoto asked as she straightened Itachi's tie and smoothed his collar.
"I am taking him out to dinner then to the ballet. Okaa-san… did I just see otou-san in shorts and a headband?" Itachi asked horrified by the sight of his father walking past the sitting room.
"Yes dear," his mother said. "He's gone into training until he beats Ino-chan at ping pong. Believe it or not, otou-san was a champion player in college. You know he doesn't take defeat lightly."
"Hn," Itachi grunted as he pulled his cuff straightening the cuff link before pulling out his phone. He called to confirm his reservations for the second time that day while his mother smiled.
"Did you know otou-san is wearing a headband? Not only that, he has shorts on too," Sasuke remarked not even disguising his horror. "I think I even saw knee socks."
"Don't ask," Itachi said grabbing his keys and kissing his mother's cheek and ruffling the boys' hair before leaving.
He pulled into the driveway of the house and got out of the car. He didn't even get a chance to ring the doorbell before the door was flung open and Deidara stood in it. He was the only one home since everyone else was at the dance studio.
Itachi's eyes widened in appreciation as his eyes roamed over his date. Deidara was in a sleeveless long white mandarin collar silk shirt with black frog buttons and white silk slacks. His hair was down and falling over his shoulder with his customary bang hanging over his eye. His white cut off boots and silver bracelets completed the ensemble.
Deidara wasn't even surprised at Itachi's perfection anymore. The raven stood in the doorway dressed in black from head to toe. His hair pulled back as usual, falling over his shoulder. His handsome features blank. He stepped aside and allowed Itachi to come in. When Itachi continued to stare at him he began to feel self-conscious and smoothed a hand down his shirt. "I'm gonna go change," he said turning to leave.
"We'll be late," Itachi said as he grasped Deidara's elbow and steered him out of the door. The last thing he was going to allow was Deidara to change his clothes. He was perfect. He slid into the driver seat of his car after Deidara slid into the passenger seat and backed out of the driveway.
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People were turning their heads and staring as the two men were led to their table. Itachi, being used to the attention ignored it, but Deidara became uncomfortable as the stares continued after they were seated. Itachi sat back in his chair and watched as Deidara's eyes moved around nervously. "Is something wrong?" he asked.
"I hate being stared at," Deidara said quietly. Because of his feminine appearance many people stared at him to figure out his gender even as a child and it made him uncomfortable. He gracefully flicked his napkin open and laid it in his lap.
Itachi's eyes moved around the room taking in all of the hungry stares of the women as they consumed him with their eyes and was completely bored with it. He shifted his attention to the men and felt his irritation begin to rise. Both the men and women were devouring his angel with lustful stares, not even trying to disguise them. He gave each one a death glare and most of them backed off, but Deidara's beauty was enough for some of the more blatant offenders to ignore Itachi and continue to gawk. He had declined a private room that evening because he wanted to show Deidara off, but now he realized too late it was a mistake. Quickly becoming livid, Itachi growled, "I'll get a private room."
Deidara became alarmed at Itachi's tone. He didn't want him to think he was complaining or was unappreciative so he waved a hand. "It'll be okay in a few minutes. Usually people figure out my gender then go on with their lives, it's no big deal," he dismissed before signaling the waiter and ordering a glass of water and green tea in perfect French.
Itachi sat back in his chair stunned absently ordering his drink. Deidara actually thought these people were just trying to figure out if he was a woman or not. Itachi would bet his inheritance that it wouldn't matter to anyone in this room what gender Deidara was as long as they could sleep with him. It was fucking unbelievable how oblivious he was.
Itachi thought it was time to demonstrate that the golden angel was his possession. He leaned forward and lifted one of Deidara's hands to his lips and kissed it lingeringly lavishing each finger with his lips. He pulled the forefinger into his mouth and nipped the pad as he watched Deidara blush and heard his breath catch. "I didn't know you spoke French, though I know you like to kiss that way" he murmured.
Deidara pulled is hand away and tried to control his blush. "I majored in art and literature and minored in language in college. Okaa-san taught us English as we were growing up, but I learned French, Spanish, and Italian in college," he said.
"You speak five languages?" Itachi said clearly impressed.
Deidara nodded, "Okaa-san said she was too old to learn a new language and wanted a translator she trusted. She would take us all over the world when we were younger."
Itachi saw more men were gaping openly at Deidara as a blush dusted his high cheekbones and his almond sky blue eyes lowered demurely and was disgusted. Didn't they see he was with him? Did they actually think they stood a chance of taking him away? The waiter appeared again with Deidara's drink and lingered over him causing Itachi to stare daggers at the man but when he touched Deidara, Itachi grabbed the offending hand in a vice-like grip. The waiter apologized and pulled against Itachi's hold.
Itachi let go and sat back in his seat stunned at himself. He had never been possessive of any lover before in his life. He was the type to love 'em and leave 'em and the sooner the better before they became clingy or worse boring, but here he was jealously guarding the enchanting blond he hadn't even slept with like a dog with a bone as said blond watched him with a horrified expression.
"Do you just wanna go?" Deidara asked. "You don't really seem like you're having a good time and we've only just begun our evening."
Itachi took a breath and calmed down. "No," he said firmly, "I'm fine. Tell me about your okaa-san." When he saw Deidara's eyes sparkle animatedly, he knew he said the right thing. 'Let them stare,' Itachi thought to himself as he tried to block out everything except the blond in front of him. 'He will never be anyone else's. He's mine.'
They talked all through dinner about their childhoods and families at length taking turns telling about pranks they played and adventures they had trying to top each other with each story. Itachi liked the way Deidara would toss his head and laugh or how his eyes would glow intently as he listened, and how their hands brushed frequently against one another as they talked.
After dinner, Itachi pulled Deidara out of his chair and guided him out of the restaurant as lustful stares followed them. He brushed his hand down his back and moved his hair aside kissing the nape of his neck. With his hand resting on the slim hip, Itachi led his date outside smirking triumphantly when he saw the jealous looks on the other patron's faces before handing his valet ticket to the attendant.
Itachi parked in his reserved space when they reached the theater before killing the engine. "What?" he asked when he saw Deidara's expression.
"Preferential parking?" Deidara teased as he opened his door.
"My family is a large contributor to the arts," Itachi grinned. He opened his door and stepped out. Deidara was already out of the car and waiting for him. When he joined him at the back of the car, Deidara put a hand on his forearm and walked along side him into the building. They turned heads as they walked to the Uchiha private balcony box and were seated.
"I really wish people would stop. I'm gonna start wearing a fucking label with 'Yes I'm a man' printed on it," Deidara mumbled miserably.
'It won't help,' Itachi thought as he held Deidara's hand. He hated when people stared at the blond beauty beside him too. He snorted bitterly as he remembered wanting to flaunt Deidara in front of everyone. 'How's that working out for you?' he scoffed to himself. He wanted to take the blond and lock him away from everyone.
The first part of the performance passed quickly for Itachi as he scowled and glared at the other patrons staring at his angel. At intermission, he led Deidara to where the restrooms and refreshments were and watched as he disappeared into the restroom ignoring people who were trying to get his attention and dodging reaching hands.
Five minutes later Deidara stepped back out of the restroom with an older gentleman who appeared to be a hundred years old walking out with him laughing and talking. Itachi scowled and stepped forward to claim his wayward date. Deidara introduced them explaining that another patron had tried to grope him in the restroom and the old guy saved him.
Itachi's scowl darkened to black as the pair continued to chat. The old man finally said he needed to find his family. "You got yourself a beautiful young lady there, son. A little flat-chested but nice voice and pretty as all get out. She's a keeper, but you need to help her find the little girl's room from now on. Next time I won't be there to protect her," the old timer said as he ambled off to find his family while Deidara smiled after him.
"I hope he remembers where he was sitting," Deidara said.
"He probably can't see two feet in front of him, how did he see your molester?" Itachi asked as he watched as the old man bumped into people and peered into their faces.
"He actually bumped into him," Deidara said as he laughed at the memory.
Itachi pulled Deidara against him and tilted his head back, looking into his eyes. Deidara held his breath as Itachi lowered his face to his and pressed his lips teasingly against his. He leaned back yielding to Itachi as his lips began to move over his more fully. Itachi angled his head to taste his blond deeper earning a moan as Deidara gripped his lapel. His hands settled low on Deidara's waist as he pillaged the luscious lips under his.
The lights flashed warning people that the second act was getting ready to start. Deidara broke away from the kiss breathing heavily. "We better get back," he said quietly. Itachi's hands burned him where they touched his body even through the clothes.
"Hn," Itachi grunted. He led Deidara back to their seats.
Deidara tried to pay attention to the second act, but he was acutely aware of the dark beauty beside him. He licked his lips tasting Itachi there and wanted more. His body became uncomfortably warm as he thought about the strong hands on his body. He tensed slightly when Itachi brushed against him, burning his skin like a brand. By the end of the performance, Deidara was a bundle of raw nerves.
They drove back to Deidara's house quietly talking about the performance. When Itachi pulled into the drive, he turned off his engine and snatched Deidara to him crushing his body against him. He claimed Deidara's mouth forcefully, establishing dominance as the blond yielded. He growled low in his throat and released the blond who was breathing shallowly. "Be ready to leave Wednesday afternoon. I won't accept any other answer than yes," Itachi stated.
"Then I guess it's a yes," Deidara rasped. He got out of the car and went into the house without looking back afraid that if he did, he'd be begging Itachi to take him away right now. He heard Itachi pull away after he entered the house.
"You look like a man in love," Iruka said as Deidara closed the door and leaned against it.
"I feel like a man who's lost," he replied.
"That's what I mean, you look like a man in love," Iruka smiled gently. He pulled out a chair for his brother. "Wanna talk?"
"I'm scared, nii-chan," Deidara said as he sat down. "I can't tell what he's thinking and just when I think I got it figured out… bam, nothing."
"You can only control how you feel Dei," Iruka said sadly. "I know how you feel though. I feel the same way about Kakashi. Do you want to have a relationship with him?"
Deidara nodded, "It'll probably end up in heartbreak, but I want to try."
Iruka gazed thoughtfully at him. "I won't tell you not to try because you can't control who you love, but I will tell you to protect yourself as much as possible," he said knowing his brother was already too far gone in love.
Deidara nodded again then cleared his throat, "How's Gaara?" he asked.
"He's okay. He called and told me he was spending the night with Neji," Iruka said.
"Otouto loves him and Neji's a good guy, but Gaara will always be a little boy to me," Deidara said. "It's hard to see him and Naruto in a relationship."
"Tell me about it," Iruka laughed as they laughed together.
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