Warning: Yaoi (Boy x Boy) Readers 17+ Lemon will be in the first part.

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Neji had thought the man was joking when he asked him where he kept his dress ties. So he decided to humor him and tell him that he kept them in his closet. After grabbing two of his ties - his favorite ones he might add - Itachi pushed him down on the bed and tied him to his headboard. Now here he lay, completely naked and at the mercy of Itachi Uchiha.

"Neji, you must know that once I have you," He ran his eyes over the gorgeous man that lay before him. "There is no turning back." His voice husky with arousal.

"I understand."

Neji Hyuga was unaware of how those two words spoken in the heat of passion sealed his fate.

Lifting his head from his pillow, Neji looked at the man that stood at the foot of his bed. Itachi was shirtless and his black pants were still on. While Neji was completely naked with his arms tied to the headboard.

Anticipation tingled through him like electrical sparks. Excitement poured out him like sunshine through fine white linen; he glowed from the inside out. This rush was more intense than the one he felt in the tawdry alley. Heart pounding, mouth suddenly dry, he looked down and could see that his excitement was very apparent. Momentarily forgetting that his hands were tied he tried to sooth that ache, but came up short.

"Not yet." Itachi's voice was velvety smooth as he ran his gaze over Neji's naked form.

"Will I need a safe word?" Neji lightly joked.

Something indescribable gleamed in his onyx eyes before he answered. "No," He crawled on the bed and hovered over Neji. "Please, will do for now."

Neji scoffed. "Please? You're insane if you think I'll ever beg."

"Hn." Was Itachi's only reply. Leaning down, he kissed Neji's chin -purposely avoiding his lips- then the kiss descended to his shoulder where he lightly nipped it.

Neji could feel callouses on Itachi's fingers when he traced feather like touches over the hard ridges and contours of his muscles. The touches were cautious, almost experimental and Neji absolutely hated it. He didn't necessarily dislike the man's tenderness; it just wasn't what he wanted.

The faint kisses and touches continued and Neji was growing impatient. "I told you that I wasn't fragile, Itachi. You don't have to compromise for me."

Itachi placed a kiss on the inside of Neji's thigh. "You know the magic word."

"You can't be serious!" Glowering, Neji pulled at the binds on his wrist. "Is this what you were referring to by hurting me? If anything you have only succeeded in boring me." He thought that if he taunted the man his pride would get the better of him and he would react. But he was wrong.

The Uchiha lowered his head until his mouth was directly over the man's arousal. "That's not the word."

Neji gritted his teeth. "Itachi just do it already!" Again he tried to yank his hands free from their binds; however they wouldn't budge - Itachi had made sure of that. He watched in barely contained frustration as Itachi kissed and ran his tongue around his arousal.

"Not until you say it." Itachi whispered in between kisses.

Feeling the puffs of the man's hot breath along his shaft added to the crumbling of his resolve. But it was when the raven finally ran his tongue along the slit, licking the gossamer of pre-cum that had accumulated there that he relented. "Please..." His voice barely above a whisper, but could still be heard in the silent bedroom.

Yet it wasn't enough. "Louder!" Itachi ordered harshly.

"Please Itachi!"

Smirking in satisfaction, Itachi suckled and licked before completely taking him in his mouth.

Neji should have felt ashamed by the wanton moan that passed his lips, but it couldn't be helped. Spreading his legs wider, he thrust his hips upward and Itachi placed a hand on his stomach to keep him in place. The length of his spine arched off of the mattress when he felt Itachi's nose brush against his stomach. His arms yanked painfully against the ties. "Fuck!"

Itachi hummed as he continued to bob his head up and down on Neji's hardened length. His eyes never leaving the man's face as he continued to suck him. Neji's analytical mind could not process anything coherent at the moment; his thoughts were all jumbled up. The only thing that he could comprehend was that nineteen years of his life had been a waste. How in the hell was he 'living' without experiencing this?

He felt Itachi's hand slide between his cheeks and trace the curve of his ass back to his balls. Then Itachi released him with a 'pop', and chuckled at Neji's groans - whines- of protest.

"You've never been with anyone?"

"No."

"Not even a woman?" Itachi sucked on two of his slender fingers in a blasé manner as he waited on the man's answer. Removing, the now slick digits from his mouth he lowered them while he kept his eyes on Neji.

"No..." He knitted his brows together. "Why?"

Itachi roughly grabbed his ankles and placed his legs around his waist and leaned in to capture Neji's lips in a kiss. Slow and savoring turned into fast and hungry as the kiss deepened. Neji felt Itachi's fingers circling his entrance before sliding to the second knuckle. Reading those online articles 'somewhat' prepared him for the burning sensation he felt as the man pressed his fingers in deeper.

"To think that I'm the first person to witness you like this." Itachi said breaking the kiss. "The first person to see your face when I find it."

Still trying to adjust to the two foreign digits inside of him, his voice was throaty when he asked, "Find what?" Sudden pleasure whip-lashed through Neji intense enough to jolt him; his eyes widened and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Better than I imagined." Itachi murmured as he continued his ministrations.

"What the hell was that?!"

"Hmm this?" He added more pressure to the bundle of nerves. Neji thrashed wildly against the mattress in ecstasy. Thick, dark lashes shuttered his pale eyes as he closed them and reveled in the pleasure. Craving harder contact, he jerked his hips into the warmth of Itachi's palm causing his headboard to rattle.

Itachi knew that pleasure: When his body was so overrun with verdant desire that he could barely function beyond the moment and his own urgency. The third finger slipped in unnoticed as the stretching continued. He leaned over, nipped at his mouth and along his jaw line, tickling his ear he breathed softly against it. "Don't hold back!" He demanded.

Neji's only response was a pant and guttural moan as his orgasm hit him hard like a freight train. He painfully bit his bottom lip when he felt Itachi's warm mouth surrounding him again, taking in his essence as if it were an elixir of the gods.

"Please..." Neji managed to whisper out in a hoarse broken sigh.

Answering his unvoiced request, Itachi moved up to take his mouth in a heated kiss. Neji moaned softly into his mouth tasting his own essence mingled in with his own unique taste. He felt slightly disturbed; was it normal to get aroused by the taste of himself on another's lips? Theoretically, the very thought of it should have disgusted him, but it didn't. If anything he felt as if it bonded them - in a warped sense.

Breaking the kiss, Itachi slipped his fingers out and stood up. Neji's hands were untied; the silk ties slid down his arms sending goosebumps up his spine. Faintly, he heard the cap to a bottle being opened followed by a squelching sound. A few moments later, the bed shifted, but his gaze remained on the stark white ceiling until Itachi's face came into view. His dark hair was loose now; spilling over his shoulders and lightly caressing his chest as Itachi stretched out along the length of his body.

"Neji," Itachi placed his hands on either side of the man's face. "Remember. No turning back."

Neji's eyes were heavily lidded and unfocused as he stared dazedly at the man above him. He could only move his head in affirmation. His senses had melded into one complete and total wave of pleasure and all he could do was succumb to them.

No gentleness, no hesitation. It was unnecessary because Neji was his equal - a mirror image of his own desire. Crying out at the blunt intrusion, Neji dug his nails deep, piercing the skin of Itachi's back. While the latter closed his eyes and pressed their foreheads together. Like the last gasp of a dying man - that connection was everything.

Briefly, Itachi commended himself for bringing lube. It would have been damn near impossible to enter Neji without. In theory he knew that virgins were tight; even though he had never experienced it for himself until now. Still, he was not prepared for it to be that tight. The feeling was indescribable.

Lifting his trembling hands, Itachi slid them to the man's shoulders. He could feel his control slipping; but he couldn't let it take over.

"Are you alright?" his voice was strained. It was taking every ounce of his self-restraint to not mercilessly pound into him. In the dark recesses of his mind he could hear it - hear him - encouraging him to grip his hands around Neji's slender neck and do just that.

No, not this time - not with Neji.

Neji jerked his hips in hopes of acclimating his body to Itachi's impressive girth. The sudden movement caused an electrified reaction between the two men and their eyes locked. Wrapping his legs around the man's narrow waist, he rocked his hips again. "There's a lot of you. Move!"

Eagerly complying with the demand, he lifted Neji's hips and rocked back before thrusting deeper. He leaned forward and kissed Neji as he sped up. It didn't take long before a rhythm was created; Neji would match his thrusts with the rocking of his own hips. As the two men moved in euphoric harmony, the sadistic thoughts in Itachi's mind were completely obliterated. To see the usually formal man writhing and mewling in unabashed ecstasy was more than enough to get him off.

It was heaven - the only glimpse of heaven that his tarnished soul would have.

In one swift move, Itachi flipped their bodies over so that Neji was straddling him. Without missing a beat, his body moved in perfect time with Itachi's as if they were made for each other. Their flesh slid and glided against the other in sweet unison, so easily, and yet so violently at the same time. Itachi pressed Neji's shoulders down thrusting up into him, burying himself deep within that glorious heat, as Neji's head fell back, wanting to lose himself in the passion forever.

Neji bounced harder and harder gripping Itachi's shoulders, his hands were anywhere that was stationary enough for him to press himself downward. His moans echoed throughout the bedroom, reverberating through Itachi's mind, etching them into his memory.

Kami, this man will be my undoing. The ludicrous thought crossed Neji's mind as Itachi relentlessly slammed against that bundle of nerves that kept him begging for more. He could feel it in every fiber of his being; there was no turning back.

Why would he want to turn back? How could there be anything or anyone apart from this?

I'm fucking ruined.

Gazing down at the cause of his ruin, he marveled at how his finely boned features twisted in jubilation - it was truly a sight to behold. Even the sounds of pleasure that spilled from the man's mouth were like music to his ears. Neji's admiration only lasted a few seconds before he came hard against Itachi's stomach. He was vaguely aware of feeling the man's own orgasm overtake him before he slipped into unconsciousness.

-o0o-

When Neji finally woke up it was to the sound of running water. Opening his eyes he noticed that the lights were off in his room. Blinking rapidly, he focused his eyes on the only source of light in the dark bedroom. It was coming from a small crack in the door that leads to his bathroom. He moved to sit up, but quickly regretted the action when a sharp pain shot up his back. Grimacing, he lay back down on his stomach and pressed his face into his pillow.

Things were different now - he was different now.

It was there again; the unique earthy scent that was solely Itachi. The scent was all around him. In the fabric of his pillow case, his bed sheets, in his hair. He was drowning in that aroma that filled him with warmth all the way down to his toes.

For some odd reason, his chest felt heavy, so heavy that it was almost painful. It was almost strong enough to cancel out the pain that he felt in the lower half of his body. Almost. Groaning, he pushed his face further into his pillow and lightly sniffed. He wondered what kind of cologne Itachi used or maybe it was his shampoo. Whatever it was he really enjoyed the smell of it.

Sex with Itachi had been better than he imagined. His body had been so overwhelmed with pleasure that he discarded all of his morals. His cheeks bled crimson as he thought about the way he mewled like a kitten. It was shameful to even think about how exhilarating it felt to be at the mercy of Itachi.

The door to the bathroom opened and he lifted his head to see Itachi standing there in only a pair of briefs. Neji couldn't stop himself from admiring the sheer perfection of the man. He would never admit that he felt instant relief knowing that Itachi was still there and didn't slip out after sex.

Itachi walked over to his side of the bed and extended his hand. "Come on."

Raising a fine brow, Neji stared at the offered hand and cleared his throat. "Where exactly am I going?"

"You need to soak." Itachi said. "Or it'll be very difficult for you to walk in the morning."

"Tch. The arrogance of an Uchiha never ceases to amaze me." Neji flung the covers back and attempted to raise himself up again then let out a sharp hiss before flopping back down on the bed.

Reaching down, he slung Neji's left arm over his shoulder and hoisted him up. "And the pride of a Hyuga never ceases to amaze me."

The trip to the bathroom took longer than necessary. Neji was determined to walk without any assistance and Itachi decided to humor him. Ten minutes later, Neji sighed as he eased down into the hot herbal bath - without any help from anyone. Leaning his head back against the tub he closed his eyes and relaxed his body.

He was expecting Itachi to climb in as well so he was surprised when the man instead sat on the ledge of the tub facing him.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine." Neji said. "Though, I'm surprised that you're still here."

Itachi was surprised as well. When Neji fell asleep on top of him his initial response was to shove him off, grab his clothes and leave. But the very thought of doing something as ill-mannered as that towards Neji didn't sit right with him.

Instead, he just laid there and allowed his body to come down from its high - surely the odd feeling was just the after effect of an amazing orgasm. While he waited for the roaring heat to simmer, he observed Neji in his docile state. The Hyuga didn't snore, or make any other sounds in his sleep and he didn't really move that much, except for when he laid his head into the crook of Itachi's neck. Snuggled - his mind supplied him with the word. It was in the same category as cuddling and he didn't really condone that sort of intimacy prior to or after sex.

However, it would appear that when it came to Neji he did a lot of things that were out of his character. A few minutes passed, or maybe it was an hour, before Itachi finally moved the man to lie on the bed instead, but continued to observe him.

Neji lifted his hands from the water and regarded the red bruises on his wrists. By morning they would more than likely turn into a nice shade of purplish black. He would definitely have to wear long sleeves tomorrow.

He continued to look at the marks on his wrist. "Didn't know you were into bondage Itachi."

Bondage was only half of what he was truly into, but he would not mention that to Neji. Since he no longer participated in the scene and his partner was inexperienced he made sure to limit himself during sex. It had nothing to do with his feelings - or lack thereof- towards the man. Although, if Neji wouldn't mind being a willing participant he could-

No. That part of him was in the past.

"I apologize if it made you uncomfortable." He was starting to regret tying Neji up in the first place. Yet he couldn't deny that seeing someone as strong willed as Neji submit to him did turn him on immensely.

"Honestly, I thought it was kind of exciting." Neji stretched his neck from side to side to get the kinks out; he was unaware of the way the other man tensed at hearing his confession.

"When you were tied up to your headboard how did it make you feel? Explain it in detail."

Noticing the change of tone, Neji looked up and his breath hitched at the intensity of Itachi's gaze. "Well," he licked his suddenly dry lips and swallowed thickly. "I suppose it made me feel...in control"

Itachi moved closer and placed a finger under his chin and gently lifted his face. "In control? How so?" His voice was soft.

Eye contact was the exact thing that he was trying to avoid. Staring into Itachi's eyes was like being sucked into a vortex. Neji did not understand why his Hyuga decorum would suddenly disappear when it came to Itachi. It was a smudge on his honor - allowing another man to have such an affect on him.

But who was he kidding? After his performance in the bedroom it was already clear that he was like putty in the Uchiha's hand. Still, he could pretend otherwise. Itachi didn't have to know how hooked he already was.

Squaring his shoulders, Neji hardened his gaze. "Even though you were the one doing the actual fucking it still made me feel as if I were still in control."

Itachi tilted his head. "Being controlled...made you feel in control?"

Neji frowned. "I didn't view it as you controlling me. Is that why you restrained my hands? For a sense of control?"

"Yes, that's part of the reason why."

"What is the other reason?"

Itachi stood up and grabbed a nearby towel. "I don't think you're ready to know that."

Standing up, Neji took the offered towel and got out of the tub. The soreness was still there, but it had dulled enough so he could move without any problem. After securing the towel around his waist he turned to let the water out, but Itachi was already doing so.

"I didn't take you for the considerate type." Neji realized that he honestly didn't know anything about Itachi. There was the murder of his parents - the entire population of Konoha knew about that - and the fact that he killed someone - oh shit!

How could he have forgotten about that very BIG detail? He had just willing lost his virginity to the 'sociopath in the alley'. Sighing, he walked out of the bathroom. Once in his room he looked at the digital alarm clock on his nightstand. It was two in the morning and he had a class at nine, so he had more than enough time to get some sleep.

"I see that you are no longer limping."

"Fuck you, Uchiha. I was never limping." Neji walked to his bureau and searched for a pair of pajama pants to throw on. He almost -almost- jumped out of his skin when he felt a hot breath on the back of his neck

Itachi placed his hands on Neji's hips. "Fuck me huh? I don't think you're ready for another round so soon."

A second round did sound more than tempting. Though, he was still trying to grasp how it was possible for the man to have snuck up behind him so swiftly without even making a sound. Giving up on his search, Neji turned around and came face to face with Itachi's collar bone. He hadn't really paid that much attention to how taller the man was.

"Why did you do it?" Neji asked Itachi.

There was no need for him to ask him what he was referring to. Itachi knew that the topic would come up again soon and he had already prepared himself for several different outcomes.

"Neji," Itachi placed his hands on the man's shoulders. "I need you to understand that there are aspects of my life that must remain secret. The only thing that I can tell you is that I will never intentionally put you in harm's way. As of now, I do not know the extent of my feelings regarding you, but I do know that I am quite fond of you. If we are to continue this...arrangement of sorts we should develop some ground rules."

"I understand." He really did. This was exactly what he wanted - sex with no strings attached. Whatever it was that Itachi was involved in had absolutely nothing to do with him.

"Good. Now the rules are really simple: This arrangement between us is to remain a secret. Overly personal topics are off limits and there will be no - absolutely no negotiations about who tops during sex. So if you feel as if the position of a bottom doesn't really suit you, I suggest you keep it to yourself or find someone else. Those are my only rules."

Neji allowed all of the information to sink in. The rules did seem pretty reasonable; he also wanted the affair to remain a secret and he wasn't really into discussing his personal life with anyone. Although the last rule had struck a chord in him.

"I think the rules are acceptable. Although, just because I bottom during sex doesn't mean that you necessarily control me."

A ghost of a smile played at the corners of Itachi's mouth. "It's not completely about control. It's just what I prefer. Do not worry, I do not find you feeble or spineless. It's just that during sex that is the role I prefer."

"Okay. So should we shake hands on it? Sign a contract of some sorts?"

Itachi ran his eyes over Neji and tugged at the towel around his waist. "I know of more interesting ways that we could seal the deal."

Neji considered his options: He did have a very long day tomorrow, so he could just settle for a handshake and go to sleep or -

Before he could finish the thought Itachi ripped his towel off and crashed their lips together.

Kami, I'm ruined.

Uchiha Madara looked out of the skyscraper window and frowned in disgust. Konohagakure, in his opinion was a cesspool of spineless aristocratic fools that were too blinded by their own quixotic values. Even the city's atmosphere was polluted with the smell of decay, but only he could smell it. Only he could sense that the embers of the once great metropolis were slowly burning out.

He scoffed. "The Will of Fire. What a load of rubbish!"

"Talking to yourself again? Could you go have one of your 'episodes' somewhere else besides my office?"

Madara didn't bother turning around to acknowledge the man. Only the sound of Hiashi Hyuga's pompous monotone could grate on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard. Fighting the urge to snarl in annoyance he inclined his head instead. "Hiashi, my old friend."

Hiashi closed the door to his office and locked it. It was practically the crack of dawn so there were no employees on the premises, but he wanted to be on the safe side. After hanging up his coat, he walked over to where the man was standing near the large glass window.

"Madara, your visit albeit unexpected is a pleasant surprise." The clan head lied. In actuality he was thinking of ways to punish the branch members that were a part of his security force. They were going to pay in blood for allowing the Uchiha to slip in unnoticed.

"Yes, well actually I am here to collect a debt."

"Has it been ten years already?" Hiashi took a seat at his large desk instead, the weight of his sins finally crashing down on him.

Madara finally turned around and narrowed his eyes at the man. "Actually, it's been 11 years. I had thought you would have done the noble thing and sought me out."

"Sought you out? Your very presence in my office could compromise everything that I've worked hard for!" He lowered his voice. "I've been trying to keep my distance!"

"What you worked hard for? Have you forgotten who it was that secured your seat as head of the clan?"

Hiashi looked down at his trembling hands. He had thought that he could just put everything behind him. Ten years had been the agreement, but he had convinced himself that by that time it wouldn't matter.

"So tell me," Madara had a hint of amusement in his voice. "How is the boy? What was his name again?"

"Neji. His name is Neji."

"Yes, Neji. I hear he's quite the prodigy. Surely, you haven't been allowing such a fine young boy to go to waste. I'm sure that I can make room for him in my ranks." He chuckled darkly.

"You will keep your distance! I will give you what we agreed on, but you will stay away from my family!"

Madara laughed dryly. "Save your empty threats, Hiashi. And since when did family mean anything to you? You didn't mind sacrificing family for your own selfish needs. Besides, your payment is a year late so I will be taking an extra form of payment."

Hiashi closed his eyes and clenched his fist. "What will the extra payment be?" He bit out tersely.

"That will be discussed at a later time." Madara headed for the door. "I'll send Hidan to pick up the payment we agreed on - you remember him right?"

"Yes."

"Good. I will personally collect the other payment when the time comes." He opened the door to the clan's head office before walking out he peered over his shoulder. "Maybe next time you'll reconsider before you make a deal with the devil."

Madara walked out of the revolving doors of Hyuga Inc. and got into the backseat of a black luxury car. Once he was inside, the car pulled off.

"Where to now?" The driver asked.

Tapping a finger on his bottom lip, Madara contemplated his next move. "Since we're in the neighborhood, how about we pay my two nephews a visit? It has been a while since you saw them, Obito."

The man, Obito smiled darkly. "Yes, it has been a while."

- Muhahaha! The plot thickens! Also, there will be very mild Sado-masochism in future chapters. Nothing too serious(maybe)