Title: Shades

Pairing: Gaa/Neji … and Naru/Sasu (if you squint very and I mean VERY hard.)

Genre: Angst/Romance.

Fair warning, I'm going way off tangent this time, whole different field. I'm shamelessly ripping off 'Shades Of Grey' the title, the actions, some of the plot, and all of the freaking hotness.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Naruto" or "Shades Of Grey". The honours go to Masashi Kishimoto and E.L. James respectively.

Warning: BDSM, sadism, drugs, alcohol, snark, kink and sex and lots of it. I will not be responsible if little kids get corrupted, just sayin'.

Summary: "I always wonder why some of Kohona's elite like you turn up on this particular side of the tracks…" a dark smoky voice materialized out of the gloom, "but then again you wouldn't believe how much of your kind ends up down here." Those were the first word Neji Hyuuga heard while squinting in the thick darkness. Pity he didn't know those words would change his life.

Chapter Nine : Breaking Boundaries

Song : "Addicted to Love." By Robert Palmer

There is NO FUCKING WAY Gale Harold of QAF is straight and married. Yes, I know that series ended like a decade ago but still; it's a classic. And no matter what anyone says; I will NEVER believe it. NEVER I SAY!

A/N: Extra-long chapter for you guys, smut galore. And for the Sasu /Naru fans there is something in here for you.

A/N 2: Slightly OOC Gaara...but then, what am I really apologizing for? The moment Gaara had eyebrows means he's OOC..

...

It wasn't getting to him.

In fact it was, inordinately, the most amusing thing he'd ever experienced.

The wide eyed stares, the not-so-quiet whispers, the heated glares, the melodramatic sighs, the envious looks, and the rampart rumours.

The whole, ENTIRE school had found their new obsession and no doubt about it, they were basking in it. If the school had a newspaper the headline would scream: "Hyuuga Neji and the Mysterious Redhead he'd Disappeared With".

"I heard that he's a...", "No, I heard he's a t-", "Well I heard that they -"

With an ingrained sense of humour and a healthy amount of morbid amusement Neji blithely just made sure to have a self-satisfied mysterious smile on his face just to further infuriate the spectators. Walking the halls of the school proved to be a challenge. It wasn't that Neji shied away from attention but the sheer level of limelight he was getting was unbelievable.

He idly wondered if these people didn't have any other things to do with their own, most likely, insignificant lives.

"Now I'm definitely sure he fucked you." Sasuke pronounced, leaning on the next locker beside Neji's.

"For the last time," The Hyuuga reiterated exasperatingly as he stored his history textbook on a shelf, "No."

Sasuke sneered. "Oh please. Stop the Virgin Mary act. There is no fucking way a hot guy like that didn't do anything to you. I refuse to believe it."

Neji sighed while moving away from the closed locker. "If I tell you will you finally drop it?"

Sasuke's smile was predatory like a shark in bloody waters. "No promises but I'll try. So spill. Now!"

"Not here." Neji glanced around for a second then pushed open the door to the bathroom and dragged Sasuke in. Securely locking the door behind them he leaned on the wall and faced the expecting Uchiha.

"Remember last weekend, Friday... before the...well... everything... "

"Yes, why?"

Neji crossed his ankles. "Well, before that, he took me to the Ibis hotel and h-"

"Flung you on a bed and rode you till dawn."

"Christ Sasuke, " Neji snapped." we did not have sex...we just had dinner... we talked, then we watched a movie and...he gave me a blow job."

Black eyes flew open. After a second; "I... I don't know what to say..." Sasuke said lowly miming a teary act complete with fake sniffles. "My baby Neji finally losing his cherry... I'm so proud."

A roll of grey eyes. "Dramatic much?"

Sasuke grinned and slapped the Hyuuga prince on the arm. "Good for you, I was afraid that you'd be a virgin all your life."

Neji peered at the raven and quietly asked, "And I'm guessing you're not one."

Sasuke just simply shook his head. Neji didn't want to pry. Thinking about switching topics he released the lock on the bathroom door and exited it with the Uchiha in tow.

" So, did you find anything about Shisui?"

Sasuke's face then went serious, just as he ran an agitated hand through his hair, "No. Not yet. I tried to hack into the family's archives but was stonewalled. That only proves that there is something Daddy dearest is trying to keep under wraps and I'm damn sure going to find out."

Neji didn't have anything to add to Sasuke's declaration but a low and serious, "Good luck. "

Entering the last class of the day the two sat beside each other just waiting for the teacher to arrive. Sasuke turned to Neji and asked, "How are you going to, you know, reciprocate?"

Neji blinked for a second wondering what Sasuke was referring to and then after a moment realized and promptly blushed.

"I haven't figured that out yet."

Sasuke huffed, "Well do it soon. I'd give you one of my strategies but tender you would think I'm insane."

"Oh, no worries about that," Neji replied genially, "you are insane, but tell me anyway. "

"Challenge him to a match." Sasuke said seriously, "Prove to him that you can handle yourself and that you're capable of taking on any problems he might throw at you."

Neji ran the idea over. "You might actually have a point there." he mused. "On our first date I told him that if he took me to a dojo, he'd find out how 'delicate' my hands are."

Sasuke's black eyes glinted ominously. "Did you clock one of his pressure points?"

"Two weeks ago when we went paintballing." Neji recalled. "He was kind of pissing me off by calling me princess."

"Neji," Sasuke slowly deadpanned, "You ARE a princess."

"Go to hell, Uchiha." Neji returned casually.

"No worry about that," Sasuke groaned watching his least favorite teacher Ibiki Morino enter the room, "I'm already there."

At home Neji had took time to rethink Sasuke's suggestion and decided that, even a good idea, he wasn't ready to jump into that yet. Who knew what the surge of adrenaline and endorphins would do to his judgment, especially factoring in his escalating attraction to Gaara.

"How about I turn the tables this time." Neji said, balancing his cell on his shoulder while buttoning up his shirt.

"I'm a flutter with anxiety." Gaara said drolly, "What do you have in mind."

"Be warned, it's nothing fancy. I just want to pick your brain with a series of chess matches."

"And that's...all…you want to pick at?" was the husky reply.

Neji felt every muscle in his abdomen contract into a vice. How the hell could that specific tone of voice do that to him?

"Ye-"

An urgent tone signalling another call cut in.

"Gaara, give me a second, I have to take this."

He switched the line only to hear Sasuke's voice, "So we're on tonight, right?"

Neji paused, wondering what Sasuke was talking about. "Umm, what?"

A snort, "The midterms next week Monday, princess. You know, the periodic sulfuric trials from the lowest pit of hell. Any of that ring a bell? "

Damn it! He slapped a hand over his eyes. How could he have forgotten about it? Regret settled in his stomach like a block of stone. He'd have to cancel with Gaara.

"Sasuke," he said, tone deeply despondent. "I'll get back to you on that, okay."

A huff, "Let me guess, you were planning a tête-à-tête with big boy red, right?"

"Yes," he answered tightly, rolling his eyes. He sighed. "Damn it."

"Y.. You.. I.. I don't FUCKING believe this! " Sasuke spluttered," Y.. You actually cursed. Holy fuck! What is this guy DOING to you?"

Neji just patiently waited for Sasuke to finish babbling. Realizing that the raven had no intention of pausing his frantic spiel Neji abrasively cut in. "Are you finished?"

"Hell no! " Sasuke crowed." I have to personally thank him for actually making you human."

"Goodbye Sasuke." Neji said shortly. Switching lines he bit his lip briefly before speaking.

"Gaara, something just came up. I have to cancel on you."

"And that is?"

Neji was about to die for mortification the very second after he admitted this. It was so juvenile it stunk. "I have to study..." he murmured, mentally cringing, "...midterms."

"Ahh." The redhead sympathized, "Trials from hell, no doubt... If you want you could study here... I'd be more than happy to help you."

Neji perked up. If this happened he could easily kill two birds with one stone. "Are you sure?"

"Yes baby."

Neji's lips quirked, "And it's just studying, not any of your signature seduction."

A sigh, "Damn it. You've figured me out."

Neji snickered.

"But yes, really; studying. I can't guarantee that I won't try anything but we'll see. That good with you?"

"Absolutely."Neji answered, "Your place, right?"

"Yes. You do remember the way, right?"

"Uh huh." Neji replied, "If you don't mind me asking, why did you choose to live at the industrial waterfront sector?"

"A sense of freedom. The sea calms me." Gaara replied.

Neji took a minute to process that statement. Gaara had admitted that he had, has really, anger problems so Neji didn't see anything wrong with the man to seek any kind of solace he could get. Totally understandable.

"Okay." he agreed, "I'll meet you there by," he glanced at the mantel clock, "by five."

"I should be done with work by then, so sure... And I'll be sure to stock up on chocolate. "

"Bribery sir, isn't going to work with me." Neji challenged.

"You say that now," was the refrain, "...Who knows what will happen...only time will tell."

Neji snorted. "There is something I have to do first though."

"What?"

"Aside from the duties I have here, I do have to give some kind of explanation to Sasuke." Neji answered.

"The partner in crime... let me tell you if you don't know, you couldn't have chosen any other perfect candidate for that."

"Sasuke is despicable, I'll give you that." he agreed, "So five."

"Yes, laters baby."

Neji just shook his head. He had a training session with his uncle in five minutes. Getting up he started to change when someone knocked on his door.

Curious, he opened the door and saw Fuu standing there, who upon seeing him promptly bowed. "Neji -san, your uncle has asked me to tell you that you're not required to train with him this evening."

Sable eyebrows contracted slightly in confusion. Considering the fact that his uncle was so strident in his training he wondered what could have happened to make the patriarch cancel on him.

But he wasn't going to contest the decision. In fact, it just made things easier. "Thank you Fuu. Good evening."

She smiled and left.

Turning to his room he sighed, walked up to his discarded schoolbag and extracted his political science book from it. Climbing on his bed he glanced at the clock and gave himself an hour and a half to get some studying in.

Flipping the cover open he started to read.

...

4: 19 pm...

Neji glanced up at the clock and softly got off the bed, standing to massage some sensation back into his stiff legs.

It was time to leave.

Turning to his computer desk he quickly wrote out a note to his uncle that he knew one of the cleaning staff was bound to find.

Then he picked up his phone and sent a quick text to Sasuke. Gathering his materials he half closed the room's door, an universal gesture in the clan advertising the need for a room clean.

Making his way to the garage he hopped into the Audi and backed out

The Uchiha Mansion. 4: 21 pm.

Sasuke blinked at the message before him while surrounded by a scattering of open textbooks and scribbled over papers. "Sasuke, I'm going over to Gaara's. He's offered to help me study."

Sasuke snorted, 'study my ass' he thought snidely, while reading the rest of the message. "'I'm sorry to bail on you. Next time, I swear."

Sasuke flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He absently wished Neji good luck with his, even though not defined yet, boyfriend.

Speaking of boyfriends, he picked up his phone and called his.

"Yello?"

Black eyes rolled. "I keep telling you, that's the most moronic way to answer your phone, baka."

"And you're a bastard teme, so what's your point?" Naruto answered tone highly mischievous.

"My point dobe, is... "Sasuke said, voice morphing to a deep husk while slipping his hand under his loose house pants, "... I was hoping for some phone sex."

"Is that right?" Naruto's voice had descended into a low growl." What are you willing to pay for it?"

Sasuke smirked. "What I usually do."

"I'm not talking about you doing my homework, or you buying me hideous amounts of ramen..." the blonde grated out, "... I want more."

"Like?" Sasuke asked voice going breathy.

"Like you here, naked, blindfolded, bent over my desk and begging for it…again."

Hand over his erection Sasuke whimpered, "You mean like the time when we did it on your grandma's desk?"

The dark chuckle that came from the other end of the phone made Sasuke immediately regressed to that night just as Naruto started to talk…

Flashback :

Whatever being that was in charge of Tsunade's frequent absences from home was a god given gift for one certain Uchiha who was bent over Tsunade's office table face down and being thoroughly fucked through strawberry jam.

While biting the skin in his inner arm Sasuke briefly wondered what had made Naruto come up with the idea.
But then all his thought processes of his were scattered apart, exactly like the stacks of papers that were previously on the desk just before a pale body had been slammed unmercifully onto it.

The blonde was riding him from behind, a position Naruto seemed to like, tapping his cock swiftly in and out of the strawberry-jam-cum-lube filled passage.

A hot mouth clamped over a pale ear and growled. "When I come S'uke I'm going to pull out and make you lick my cock clean. I'm going to teach you how to love sweets."

The Uchiha almost had an aneurysm. "And," thrust "w..why wou-" thrust, "-ld I want t-" hard thrust, "THAT?" Sasuke screamed as the hard shaft battered his prostate.

Naruto grabbed his soaked hair and growled into an ear. "Oh please bastard, we all know you're a kinky son of a bitch. Own it."

Sasuke grinned and spread his legs wider, reaching behind to grab at Naruto's bared butt cheek, "Harder."

"The blonde let out a growl, grabbed Sasuke's hips and rammed into him again, stilling for the briefest seconds to orgasm then after leaving the still half hard phallus in the body below him, he pulled out and whispered, "Get on your knees."

Present.

"Motherfuck!" Sasuke cursed through gritted teeth as the voice induced orgasm ripped him apart.

Naruto had just, with a deep husky voice, talked the now lax raven to utopic pleasure.

Blinking the stars from his eyes Sasuke barely had the energy to grab the box of tissues beside his bed. He was going to need a shower.

"Dobe... "he whispered.

A satisfied chuckle met his ears," Go wash off baby. I know how you hate to be sweaty, well, at least when I'm not there."

Sasuke sighed, "Okay but you're mine next time."

There was no ceremonial check at the Uchiha mansion main gate. He'd been there so many times he was just waved in by the head guard.

Pulling up to the designated parking plots, he quietly shut down the vehicle. Hands on the steering wheel he took a long look at the impressive and intimidating Uchiha mansion. It was a total discrepancy that only three people, (two if you counted the frequent absence of the clans head) lived in a house that was more like a conference center than a home.

Shaking the idea off, Neji exited the car, walked up to the front door and pressed the buzzer.

Under fifteen seconds the door opened. The head maid, a older, middle aged woman named Naoki promptly bowed. "Welcome Hyuuga-kun, may I take your bags?"

Neji, still uncomfortable with all the formal procedures in the Uchiha household just shook his head. "No, Naoki-san, It's just school work. I'll just go up to Sasuke's room."

"If you're sure, Hyuuga-kun." She replied, "Is Sasuke-san expecting you?"

"No." Neji said, "I just need to talk to him before I do something else. It won't take long."

She bowed again. "Very well."

He smiled slightly and took the main stairs to the second floor and to the third suite of rooms on the left. Sasuke's rooms, (if you called rooms that were the size of an industrial loft 'rooms' ) were decked out minimalistic style.

Sasuke's suite consisted of a master bedroom, a adjoining, equally sized bathroom, complete with a deep Jacuzzi, a sitting room (which he had immediately converted into a games room) a small kitchenette and a medium in-house dojo.

Clean lines, open spaces and understated but hideously expensive furniture. Neji pushed in the wooden double doors and entered the bedroom. Even though he'd been in here frequently he still marveled at the interior.

All the furniture in the room was made of black oak and gleaming silver adornments: the seven foot dresser, the large chest of drawers, the king sized bed with deep blue and white linen and the compact night tables. Under his feet was a midnight blue, wall-to-wall downy carpet. At the side of the room was a burnished metal computer table with Sasuke's Toshiba laptop and a sheaf of papers on it. The Hyuuga guessed that Sasuke had just left the room because his matrix screen saver was still rolling over the face of the computer.

The door opened and Sasuke stepped in, clearly returning from a shower based on the thick towel hanging from his hips. "Neji, what are you doing here? I thought you were solidly under the boytoy by now."

Neji shifted uncomfortably," That's the thing, I was on my way over there but I need to clear something with you." he paused, eyes skimming over the half undressed Uchiha. "... but I probably should have called first, you know,"he waved, "based on your current mode d'affichage." (1)

"Damn right." Sasuke said while rummaging into a dresser drawer to pluck out some underwear.

Neji just sighed. Running a hand through his hair he said, "I'm feeling guilty. I promised you that I'd be your study partner and I w-"

Sasuke just fanned him off. "Save it cousin. I won't hold it against you to pursue pleasure, god knows you deserve some. Go, cavort, have fun...just remember to tell me all the dirty little details okay."

Grey eyes widened a smidgen before returning to the normal size. "It's okay with you?"

"Yes." Sasuke drawled out with an exasperating tone just as he slipped into his large walk in closet to dress. "Shoo and make sure to use protection little boy."

Neji snorted."You will never give up on that, will you?"

"Not even after you have a ball and chain attached to your leg." Sasuke replied solidly, emerging from the room fully dressed and towel drying his hair. "Now go."

Neji differed for a moment and was just about to reply when Sasuke's door was knocked on.

"Enter." That Uchiha idly said

The door opened to allow Mikoto to enter.

"Mother? " Sasuke asked, eyes narrowed. " Is something wrong? "

She smiled, "No dear, I just wanted to see Neji-kun."

Facing the silver eyed teen she asked, "How are you dear?"

Sasuke snorted and turned away just as Neji answered. "I'm fine Mik-" she pierced him with a look which made Neji immediately restructure his next words "Kaa-san, Sasuke and I have some studying to do."

She nodded, "Alright then, remember, if you need anything any of the servants can get it for you."

"That's very generous Mikoto-san, but I don't think I'll need anything."

While turning away she said, "Still, Neji."

He complied. "Arigato, Mikoto-san, I'll remember."

With that she left. Sasuke sniffed petulantly. Neji glanced up at the Uchiha and asked, "What now?"

"My mother," Sasuke groaned, "sometimes I think she should have switched us, you know adopting you and sending me to boarding school far, far away."

Neji snorted. "In your dreams Uchiha. So we're good?"

"How many times do I have to say yes..." Sasuke sneered. "Unless you want to give up some hot fuc-"

Neji glared. Sasuke grinned. Slipping his shoes on he said, "Alright Uchiha, you win. I'm going. See you Monday."

He was gifted with a dismissive wave. "Sure."

From a high partly shadowed window shadowed eyes watched as Neji's Audi slowly drove away. If any of the suspicions about the boy driving away were right they'd be proof soon.

Walking to a low lying desk a cell phone was picked up and pressed the only number in the speed dial.

The line connected.

"It's time." a soft voice ordered .

The line disconnected. Pale hands rubbed together just before they picked up the thick waiting file there and skimmed over the contents.

Neji pulled up to the low lying house and shut down the car. Glancing apprehensively at the unassuming structure he felt his pulse rate quicken.

It was the first time he was voluntarily entering the Sabaku's house and he didn't completely know what to expect. Breathing deeply he grabbed his packed satchel and the other two books resting on the passenger seat , got out of the Audi and walked up to the half concealed door.

Hiking the strap up another inch over his shoulder Neji raised a hand and quickly rapped on the dark wood.

Rocking slightly on the balls of his feet he waited, heart in his mouth, for the door to be opened. A minute later the doorknob turned and the slab of wood was opened to reveal Gaara, who promptly leaned on the doorjam dressed in nothing but low lying black sweatpants and a smirk.

Neji closed his eyes just to breathe. Gaara's chest was bared to him and what he saw nearly made him whimper. Lean muscle ran under pale skin displaying cut abdominals, corded obliques and defined pectorals.

"Well, aren't you going to come in?"

Neji immediately opened his eyes to stare the smug Sabaku in his own. "One condition, you put on something more or I'm walking away."

Gaara snorted and waved the Hyuuga inside. "Fine."

He then disappeared into a partition Neji assumed was the bedroom because the walls separating it from the rest of the house were more solid. Gaara then re-emerged with a black tank top covering his chest.

"Satisfied? " he teased.

"Immensely." Neji replied placing his book bag on the nearest desk besides the low sectional.

He promptly removed his shoes, setting them beside the settee and absently, by habit, reached up and caught up the bulk of his hair into a high ponytail, securing it with a thick hair tie, not noticing the trail of green eyes tracking his movements.

Folding his legs under him Neji proceeded to extract the first book from his bag.

"What are you working on? " Gaara inquired from his place on the bar counter.

"History." Neji sighed."Feudal era politics."

The Sabaku then sat beside him and leaned over to grasp one of the books on the table. Neji took in a quick breath and the scent of Gaara's musky cologne assaulted his senses. "I should probably know something about this."

Neji blinked. "I should probably hope so."

Gaara reached up with his other hand and wrapped his palm around Neji's neck. "Come here."

"I'm right beside you." he replied.

Gaara snorted, dropped the text, hooked a hand under Neji's knee and hauled him unto his lap. "I meant here."

Forearms braced on the others cheat Neji's voice had slipped to a whisper. "I don't see how I'm going to study with me like this."

Silently Gaara turned him around to firmly sit on his lap facing out. The Sabaku then picked up the discarded book and opened it before Neji, fingers deftly spinning the pages. "Let me guess, you are at the last years of the Tokugawa Shogunate, which ruled Japan from 1603 to 1868 and all the strict labour laws of that period, correct?"

"Yes." Neji answered wondering how Gaara knew what topic he was on. "Do you have the high school curriculum in your head or what?"

"You could say that." Gaara replied with a shrug, "... Or you could say Google is a gift to the earth."

Neji laughed and swatted at the smirking redhead. "Let's get to work. And I sincerely hope you have that chocolate you promised me."

"Oh baby, " Gaara returned, nose finding it's way into the crook of Neji's neck, teeth nipping lightly at the soft skin. "I have more than enough."

Neji, by an inordinate amount of resistance, calmly removed Gaara's mouth from his neck and said, "If I don't get an ace on these midterms I won't speak to you for a month."

Sighing the redhead eased up, "Spoilsport, but fine. Let's start. By the way did your Uchiha find anything about Shisui?"

"No, " Neji replied absently spinning a page." Why? "

" Just curious." Gaara replied, "So after the law o-"

The Hyuuga compound, Hiashi Hyuuga study. 5: 16 pm

Hiashi looked at the note Fuu had just gave him from his nephew's desk.

Neji had written, "Oji-san, I'm going to the Uchiha mansion for a study session with Sasuke. I'll return as soon as possible. Neji."

Hiashi's eyebrows furrowed. Neji was one person he knew was reliable and responsible, but lately he was having some concerns.

Reports from the main gate security had notified him that Neji had been returning to the compound at some really late times. In the middle of the night or just after it.

Hiashi had solid faith in this young man, the son of his only brother who, on his death bed, he had solemnly sworn to take care of. He didn't want to jump to any absurd conclusions but he wanted to know that he could rely on his nephew.

Especially since what he was planning for Neji to soon be revealed.

Placing the note on top of some files on his desk he decided to call the mansion later just after he finished the semiannual budget reports for the company, Byagukan Corp.

Turning his attention to the stack of papers before him he started to calculate.

Two hours later...

Neji rolled his stiff shoulders. A headache was starting to bloom fiercely behind his eyes. Reaching up to massage his temples he whimpered.

Pale hands softly removed his own from his face as calm seagrass eyes met his. Without a word Gaara got up and walked away only to return a minute later with a bottle of water and a packet of painkillers.

"Drink." he was ordered. Gratefully Neji took the bottle and downed nearly half of the contents. Only then did the redhead offer him the painkillers.

Neji took those too. Leaning his head back on the couches cushions he felt the throbbing ease slightly. Normally his headaches, after a session of complete swotting, lingered for about fifteen minutes then vanished.

Through foggy vision he glanced at the clock, it was seven forty-five. By eight pm he'd be alright. Closing his eyes he breathed.

...

Gaara silently looked at the beautiful boy sleeping on his couch. The emotions he had for the boy were complex.

Despite his particular predictions he was getting seriously entangled with Neji. No one, absolutely no one (aside from Anko) hadn't even had the chance to get this close to him and even she was at a limit. In fact, when it came to other people, it was a strident rule he had scorched into his soul. Never to get entangled.

Gaara lips pressed together. Even though the ever present darkness that still warped his entire being, the untapped and unsolved issues from his childhood that were still haunting him, he was damn sure that he was on the verge of falling too deep into something with the boy before him.

He gets didn't do 'love' but the scary thing is, the more he thought of Neji the more he felt this alien warmth feeling seeping into his system.

Scrubbing a hand through his hair he internally groaned. There were way too much variables that could play, too much unseen situations that would require him to abandon Neji in an instant. Too many dangerous aspects of his life to subject the innocent teen to.

But he still wanted Neji, despite all the detriments.

And he hated himself for it. There was no way he'd be a stable reliance for the young man, what with his life as unpredictable as it was. At any given moment the upper heads of the force would send him to do a job that most likely he would return from.

He was just a tool and he knew it and all his life he had accepted that fact. He was just a medium to an end, but since Neji had entered his life he was wondering if, maybe, just maybe, there was more.

Sighing he glanced at the clock and his eyes narrowed. It was almost nine thirty. There was no way Neji could go back home now.

He was going to do something he hoped Neji wouldn't be affronted by. Picking up the Hyuuga discarded cellphone he scrolled down to find Sasuke's number and quickly texted him.

"Uchiha, Neji is slightly disengaged. Let's make a deal, you cover for him and I'll tell you everything about Shisui."

He sent the message and waited.

A ping.

"You better have not done anything to him or I will fuck you up. But sure. I'll cover for him just make sure you hold up to your side of the deal."

A snort. Gaara didn't even deign to reply. After a moment watching the soundly sleeping teen for a moment, Gaara quietly walked up to him, slowly lifted his lax body up and carried his cargo to his bedroom.

Softly depositing the slender form on the bed he took a quick trip to bathroom to slash cold water on his face.

Facing the mirror he silently took in the ironic 'Ai' tattoo on his forehead. Skimming his fingertips over the blood-red mark he sighed and then returned to the room.

Shucking off the black tank Gaara slid on the bed beside Neji, back against the headboard he gently shifted Neji between his legs and nestled his fragrant head just under his chin.

Taking up the book he had left open on his nightstand he returned to the imaginations of Homer.

Nine thirty-five pm.

The phone in his hand Hiashi quietly dialled the Uchiha mansion main line and waited for the connection.

"The Uchiha household, Head Butler Akio speaking. How may I help you? "

" Ahh," Hiashi said,"Akio-san, Hyuuga Hiashi speaking, may I be connected to Uchiha Fugaku-san please."

"I'm sorry Hyuuga-san, Uchiha- sama isn't here. I could connect you to Mikoto-san instead. Would that be appropriate? "

"Yes. That would be fine." he replied.

"Okay, please hold."

The transfer tone sounded in the patriarchs ear for a moment before Mikoto answered, her airy voice sang through the phone .

"Hiashi- san, how are you? "

A slight fond smile crossed the elder Hyuuga face for the lovely woman. "I'm very well, thank you Mikoto-san. How are you and the family? "

"We're all good. Why are you calling at such an hour? Is something wrong? "

"No actually." he answered," I just wanted to check that having my nephew over there so frequently isn't a burden to you."

A slight pause, then a tinkling laugh, "Of course not, Hyuuga-san, Neji is absolutely no burden to us at any time. You know how Sasuke and he are as thick as thieves."

Hiashi's apprehension lessened, "So they're well."

"Absolutely. I think they're in Sasuke's room now arguing about some proposition fifty something or other. Should I tell him that you called? "

"No," Hiashi replied," That's not necessary Mikoto-san, I just wanted to assure myself. It's fine. Have yourself a good night. And thank you."

A hum. "You're very welcome."

Hiashi hung up, mind at ease. Well st least Neji was in safe hands. He could relax.

Neji swam to consciousness enveloped in warmth. Strange, these sheets didn't feel like his, they were... silkier?

Blinking his eyes open he promptly met pale skin. What the? Looking closely he saw the Adams apple and realized that he was nestled in Gaara's neck. For a moment he stalled, considering what to do.

Feeling absurdly contented he tilted his head up and softly nipped at the chin before him. Gaara turned to him instantly and closed the book he was reading.

"You're up, finally. I thought you'd sleep till armageddon."

What? Sleep! Oh No!

Neji bolted up looking around frantically. "What t..time is it?" he stuttered.

"After eleven p-"

Grey eyes flew open, Neji fell into a frantic rush, bolting off the bed and on the verge of hyperventilation. "Oji-san is going to kill me."

He rushed to the living room and grabbed his bag just as Gaara grabbed him.

"Baby, calm down."

Neji spun around, eyes manic. " How can I Gaara? I'm de-"

"No, you're not. The Uchiha is covering for you."

Neji stopped in his tracks and slowly, by degrees, calmed down. "Sasuke is...he knows..how?"

"I told him." Gaara admitted, "When you fell asleep I knew it wouldn't help to wake you up, so I texted him about your predicament and he agreed, just after a stringent warning that if I did anything to you he'd have my ass."

Neji sunk to the couch, heart rate slowing. "I had to use your phone though. I'm sorry "

The Hyuuga just waved the apology off. "It's okay." he conceded, brushing a hand over his face. "I still think I should go home."

"No." Gaara refuted, "If your uncle believes that you're at the Uchihas he'd have no reason to expect you this time. You're better off going back in the morning."

"Then what do y-" Neji paused, "... stay here?"

A nod.

"... With you."

Another nod.

"... In your bed."

A smirk this time.

Neji slumped back, eyes searching the ceiling. Silence for a moment before he looked up and said, "Okay."

Gaara grinned while reaching for him, and softly ushered him back into the bedroom. "First thing first, we need to get you out of those clothes."

Neji balked. "Why can't I just sleep in these?"

A roll of green eyes. "Sure, you can get good sleep in thick jeans and a cashmere shirt and not burn up."

The sarcasm was dripping like liquid lead.

Neji relented. "I see your point."

Gaara then turned to his closet and rummaged through it, picked out a pair of pajama bottoms with a clean thin white shirt and handed them to the Hyuuga.

"You can change in the bathroom. Even take a shower if you want."

Neji shook his head while taking the offered articles."I think I'll pass on the shower, but thank you."

Gaara just nodded.

In the safe confines of the bathroom, Neji slowly stripped down and just as slowly put on the clothes Gaara gave him. The plain pajamas were soft, only just a bit long, the cuffs covered his feet entirely but the loose shirt fit.

Looking around the medicine cabinet he found a set of combs and with a whispered prayer of gratitude, combed out his hair and braided it into one long rope.

Exiting the room he placed his folded clothes beside his satchel and returned to the bedroom. Feeling nervous he stood in the doorway until Gaara looked up and sighed.

"I'm not going to attack you baby, come here. "

Slowly Neji advanced, paused at the foot of the bed then climbed on it to face the man propped up against the headboard.

Neji's gaze shifted to study the, for all accounts, unconventional design of the headboard. It was made of thick shining metal rods, each an inch or so apart.

"Strange... " he murmured," That's an uncommon industrial design if I ever saw one."

Gaara reached for him and settled him on his thighs. "I told you I'm not conventional. Expect the unexpected with me."

Neji peered at him. Sitting back on his heels Neji carefully asked, "Where do we go from here?"

Green eyes glimmered mischievously, "Well I know what I want to do but it all depends on you."

Grey eyes shifted to the wall beside the bed, lips pursed slightly before he returned his gaze to the verdant ones before him.

Silently Neji crawled even more forward to rest flush against a rock hard chest. Arms raised and wrapped around strong shoulders he whispered, "Kiss me."

There was no preamble. Head tilted to allow a rough tongue to thoroughly plunder into his groaning wet mouth. In second Gaara was devouring him. Pale fingers clutched at course red locks and hauled him closer, shivering when the wet muscle ran over a sensitive palate.

Burning palms slipped under the loose t-shirt to settle on narrow hips. The heat driven by those hands made Neji half delirious.

His lungs were screaming for air but Neji couldn't, wouldn't, didn't want to stop. It was only when Gaara gently pulled back he paused. "What's wrong?"

Green eyes were lit with hell's flame. "Neji," Gaara groaned, forehead resting on the one before him. "There are so many fucking things I want to do to you but you're still young and with everything I am, do you think you can handle it? "

Neji considered it for a moment. "Are you talking about your job?"

A wry smile, a hand lightly tilted Neji's chin up. "Partly. And partly because of my life . There are things about me that I don't think you'd like."

Neji blinked. He knew he was going to regret his next question but he had agreed to bite Persephone's apple. "Like what?"

Pale lips quirked in amusement. "Remember when I said that I'm not the heart and roses kind of man, that's true, I don't make love baby, I fuck, hard."

Neji shivered. "I'm not delicate, I really don't need rings and roses."

"Clearly," Gaara agreed, "but you're still young...pure. I'm fifty shades of fucked up, trust me. There are parts of me that I wouldn't subject my worst enemy to. I'm not normal Neji and you need someone normal."

Neji turned his face away just to feel Gaara's hand under his chin gently guiding his face back to him.

"Listen. You need someone who will be there. Baby, I don't have the luxury to do that. At any moment I can disappear without a word and I don't want to hurt you. To have you and then abandon you... It's feels like I'm stealing. "

The sincere words worked their way into Neji's mind. He knew Gaara was right, but dammit, he wanted him.

"... Who said you'd be stealing. " Neji whispered looking at him under his lowered lids.

Eyes widened," Neji are y-"

"How about a compromise, " Neji proposed softly, trailing his palm over a bare chest."You promised me that you wouldn't make me break. I'm going to hold you to it but I want this. Step by step okay, I'll tell you if or when I want to stop."

Gaara paused, "Are you talking about kissing or everything in all ?"

Neji leaned in. "Both."

"And you're sure? " Gaara said trying to control the trembling in his gut.

"Yes. Now kiss me again."

He then found himself on his back with Gaara looming over him.

"And you're sure." Gaara asked again, lips slipping to a pale throat.

"Yes." Neji sighed, fingers at the base of the redheads neck.

Gaara's head twisted and dark eyes pierced him, "Baby, you're going to have to deal with a lot of ugly."

Neji met his serious look with one of his own and said, "We all have 'ugly' , Gaara. I can handle it."

Seeing the resolve in the eyes below him Gaara let all the barriers in his mind down and capitulated to his basest desires.

Slowly Gaara ran his hand under the t-shirt that had ridden up to bare Neji's flat stomach which was then promptly met with a nip of sharp teeth.

Neji's back arched just as his hands grabbed at Gaara's head. Reaching up Gaara softly pulled the hands out of his hair and pinned them beside the now panting Hyuuga.

Balancing on his knees, Gaara with only his teeth, grasped the waist of the pajamas and pulled them down to reveal Neji's slowly tenting underwear. Releasing the cotton to snap back in place on his thighs, he then dragged his rough tongue over the hairless tender skin just over Neji's cock.

The shiver that rocked the young Hyuuga to his core was like an earthquake. His entire spine arched back while white light erupted behind his closed eyelids.

"H-hah." Neji gasped as the motion was repeated. Finally finding his voice he shakily asked, "W..what are you - "

"I'm going to make you scream. " And then Gaara's mouth was on him. Slowly the wet lips parted around his cock's head and ever so delicately white teeth scraped over the sensitive, wine coloured dome now swollen with blood.

The only thing coming out of Neji's mouth was gut deep moans. Arms trapped at his sides, the only thing Neji could do was feel.

Silently Gaara continued, opting instead to lick slowly around the head, flit his tongue across the slit and, without any warning, plunged down fully on the shaft in a full deep throat.

The scream that erupted from Neji's mouth nearly tore his vocal cords.

But Gaara didn't pause, it was now the real fellatio started. He didn't let up on the brutal pace he'd set, pulling almost all the way off before sinking his mouth fully over the pulsing muscle, his tongue palpitating against the thick vein underneath it while his throat milked the sensitive cockshead.

Neji was twitching so hard that absently he was grateful for Gaara's firm hold in his arms. Tears were beginning to form under his eyes and his fingers were clenching with the unfulfilled ache to bury his hands into Gaara's hair.

It was torture.

The sensory overload was tearing him apart, seam by seam. Never in his life had he felt something even remotely close to this; the bone shattering pleasure of having a hot, skilled tongue laving and wetly suckling the most sensitive part of his body.

He needed more.

Unconsciously his hips stared thrusting up, pushing his burning flesh further and further down the convulsing, slick passage. It was reckless, clumsy mouth fucking but Gaara just parted his lips, relaxed his throat and accepted it.

What came next didn't register to Neji until he felt it. Something lightly flit over his entrance like gossamer wings. Too trapped in the sensation his dick was sending to his brain he only gasped when a finger entered him.

Grey eyes flew open. "Ga-"

"Trust me, baby."

The mouth returned to his throbbing dick, while Neji adjusted to the new sensation. It, surprisingly, wasn't painful. Then another digit made its way to join the other one.

Neji's muscles reflexively clamped down on the fingers just as they pushed against something deep inside him. The tremor that wracked his body then was indescribable.

Gaara looked at the picture before him. Neji was so beautiful like this. Head thrown back, soft lips open wide, his luxurious hair splayed across his silk sheets and so innocently trapped in pleasure he looked like nothing the redhead had ever seen. His dick was on the verge of revolt but he had to control himself. This wasn't the time for him to fulfill his own pleasure, this was Neji's time.

Dipping back he recaptured Neji's shaft in his mouth and set to deliver the most incredible internal orgasm to the boy under him he could ever produce.

Neji couldn't believe what was happening to him. This pleasure was indescribable. He couldn't think, the only thing he could do was feel the wildfire sensations scorching through his body with each prod of the fingers against that nerve deep inside him.

Fire was racing through Neji's veins now. The white light behind his eyes had morphed into technicolor. If the orgasm at the movie room was fireworks, this was a supernova.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Neji came so hard he almost blacked out.

Time slipped by while Neji tried to recapture his senses from the four corners of the earth they had been scattered to. Finally getting some air back into his lungs, Neji looked up to a calm Gaara, his tongue's slipping out of his mouth to lick at a stray white droplet.

"Gaara, " An exhausted Neji whispered while looking into the green eyes before him, reached up to thread his fingers into thick hair.".. I want you."

A look that Neji couldn't describe crossed the Sabaku's face, Gaara leaned down and placed his lips lightly on Neji's. "I know baby, I want the same thing... but not yet."

And kissed him.

A/N:

.. Vocab

(1) mode d'affichage - display mode

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