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.
A/N: I've decided to shift y'all up somewhat.. I imagine that some of you have been wondering about Gaara side of the story.. Just like I did with Naruto's POV in Summer Camp, (Mind Games pt 2) I've decided to do the same thing in here.. Well here it is... . Enjoy... #grin
Chapter 9: Rewind
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In the still but lightening darkness pervading the room, green eyes silently stared through the dark, gaze trained on the smooth ceiling, eyelids blinking slowly then after a moment lowered to fully close over the tired but not sleepy eyes.
A lax hand was still resting on the cold spot where Neji had been an hour ago, Gaara reflected on the moment about five weeks ago where his life had made a massive u-turn..
Backflash: Kohonagakure Proper. Anbu Corp. 10:58 am. Five weeks ago...
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Three...
Two...
On-
"Where the hell were you? " came the bellowed question the second Gaara stepped into the room. "You were supposed to report in an hour ago!"
Gaara, face impassive mentally sighed while unlocking his gun belt and shutting it in his top desk drawer then turned while fiddling with his shirt's cuffs.
"Good morning to you too, Green. For your information, I was taking care of something... " he paused swiftly remembering the early morning scene at the club. "... personal. "
"Don't get fucking smart with me Sabaku." The commander-in-chief of the IIF snarled, "And do I have to remind you that your personal affairs do not override your pr-"
"Professional ones." Gaara filled in for him stoically. "Rule number one of your unbreakable codex. That specific one earmarked with triple exclamation points."
Muffled snickers twittered through the office but were swiftly stifled by the scathing glare delivered by head officer Canadian born Jethro Jonathan Green.
Gaara glanced quickly up to see everyone with their heads stonily focused on whatever material they had before them. He snorted. Cowards.
Glancing up he blankly took in the huge midnight blue emblem for Anbu Corp.
Anbu was one of the various cover establishments for the IIF. As a registered holdings company it had the privilege of its workers/agents moving constantly so no one would be suspicious about the amount of movements the staff made.
His attention was dragged back by the man's huff just as he dropped a thick file on Gaara's desk. "Smart ass."
A thin dark eyebrow raised a smidgen. "What's that?"
"Your next assignment. Someone familiar to you." was the curt reply.
Pale fingers slowly opened the file to see a bespectacled man with bone white hair and a sadistic smile. Gaara groaned. Not him again.
"Kabuto Yakushi." Green expounded like Gaara didn't even know. "Leader of Hebi. His cell has been...re-active for the past few months."
Gaara hummed while flipping through the updated file, "Even after they went underground?"
"You mean even after you rescued Konohamaru from them and they fled to Kyoto, yes. But like a malignant cancer, they've resurfaced."
Gaara snorted while closing the manilla folder. "And what are your orders, sir?"
Brown eyes pierced green ignoring the fact that the word 'Sir' was said sarcastically.
"The overall mission is to completely eradicate them, starting leader first but currently, since they just resurfaced, that's the Blackhawks job. Until the bird boys give us more info you're on standby. Right now you are still on Tayuya."
Gaara's lips thinned into a tight line. Tayuya was a female operative undercover with the drug kingpin Orochimaru. A vile snake like man with amber eyes and all the serpentine faculties to enforce it.
"Bluegrass club tonight, Sabaku." The man said waking off, "Tonight's the trade off... Make sure she doesn't screw up."
Rising from his chair Gaara mumbled, "Well that's up to her, isn't it?"
"I heard that." Green retorted from halfway across the room.
"Of course you did. Factoring your modified hearing aid that you think we don't know about, how could I have not expected you to? "
" You're walking a thin line Sabaku." Green warned, leaning over an officers shoulders to read a memo. "One more and..."
Back turned away from the leader Gaara did a quick slash motion across his throat.
An intern with purple hair, Konan, giggled. He spared her a tight smile. They all knew that the banter between Green and Gaara was just smoke. The man threatened to fire Gaara at least five times a day but never delivered.
Gaara, even though the youngest operative ever drafted in the IIF at nineteen years old was like blue diamond to the operation. His eidetic memory paired with his quick responses, ability to deduce a situation and formulate the solution to it within seconds made him the proverbial golden boy of the department.
But there was another way he'd been known as the 'golden boy' . His first serious assignment with the IIF was to pose as a drug dealer with a local man named Kabuto. His tasks, was to, just like Tayuya, bring the trade to a stop and get Kabuto arrested but he had to gain the man's trust first. While working for him Gaara had, miraculously (according to his other dealers) tripled his profits in under two months without seemingly breaking a sweat.
Not factoring the fact that half of the drugs he was charged to distribute were retained as evidence and the other half was immediately dumped into the nearest river. The 'profits' however came straight from the IIF's coffers.
Unfortunately though, Kabuto had found himself in the wrong side of another drug dealer and was executed in ninety-forty Chicago mafia style. Even after the whole thing had been buried and forgotten, Kabuto's now independent underlings still called him golden boy whenever they saw him.
Shaking himself out of the thought he opened up a drawer and extracted a thick orange file. It was a stack of reported assumed domestic terrorist activities that the local police departments had submitted, mostly gained from people suffering from chronic paranoia.
The 'reports' spanned the gamut from mysterious unidentified air borne objects (most likely some kind of innovative drone) to suspected nuclear chemical waste being dumped in the water cisterns. His job, when not a part of a task team, was to assess and categorized the threat level of each and the ones that were probable and then a street team was assigned to check it out.
Flipping the folder open he read, 'Blue pulses streaming from the roof of the Fyuini Trade Center at midnight.'
Gaara had to stop himself from thunking his head on the table. Running a hand over his eyes he drew a huge red 'X' beside the report and moved on while thinking, 'Today is so going to suck.'
The Red Line, 11:47 pm. Bluegrass Club.
Bluegrass club was located at a place called the Red Line in Konohagakure, a section of the town noted for its rampart crime rate. Everything from murders to mugging was the order of the day there and even though it was a haven for good little gangsters it still attracted the presence of upper class Kohona who dared to appear there frequently.
Why? Gaara had a theory. The upper class were so bored with their stiff schedules, nine-to-five, bougie bootlegging and social conventions that they just wanted to get a taste of the wilder life if only for a moment before returning to the obsequious three piece suit life.
Dressed like a normal club crawler, dark green Capris, tight black muscle shirt, fingerless gloves and leather boots Gaara walked up to the entrance and shot the bouncer a homicidal glare.
He was admitted instantly.
Inside the club he scanned for the riotous orange head of Tayuya who clad in a full black leather body suit, was talking to a man with purple hair.
He waited silently for her to turn and when she did her eyes met his with a cursory glance. Like every fully trained agent she made no indication of recognizing him.
Returning the gesture Gaara made his way to the bar and ordered a vodka and cranberry mix.
After a minute he casted a skeptical eye over the length of the table and immediately arched an eyebrow in amusement. A blue haired twink was batting his eyelashes to him like a epileptic.
Snorting into his cocktail he grasped the glass and quickly downed the contents, plunking the cup back on the bar he idly ordered another.
"Looking for someone?" The kid then asked.
Gaara arched an eyebrow. "Yes, someone not in diapers."
The kid bristled like a wet cat. "I'm twenty years old."
"And I'm Mahatma Ghandi." Gaaras smoothly replied while getting up and paying his tab. "Get your big boy pants on before playing with fire."
Walking through the packed dance floor to make his way to the bathroom, he had to suffer through a spate of roaming hands over his person. By the time he reached the restroom he was fit to be tied.
Bracing himself on sink he breathed hard scolding himself. Christ. He was twenty-one, he should have gotten over this childhood fear of being touched.
Raising his head to glare at himself in the mirror he shifted when the door opened and the previous blue haired twink entered.
Gaara turned to leave but the kid closed the door and leaned on it. Gaara's eyes narrowed.
"What the hell are you doing?"
A shake of hair, "I want to prove to you that I'm not the kid you think I am."
In that moment, which later Gaara deemed temporary insanity, he leaned back and asked, "And how do you propose that?"
"I'm going to give you the best blow job of your life."
Green eyes glimmered in amusement. Who did this child think he was? "You might have to work extremely hard for that."
Nimble fingers reached behind and Gaara heard the switch of the lock just before the other walked to him and sunk on his knees.
"Trust me."
...
Fifteen minutes later Gaara was proven wrong. It seemed like the kid had been swallowing cucumbers from birth because during the whole thing there was absolutely no gag reflex Gaara could have detected.
And the finishing factor was the kid swallowed like a seasoned pro.
Gaara's pale chin was titled up, mouth open and releasing grated pants after an amazing orgasm. His stiff fingers were still tangled in the shock of blue hair now nestled in his crotch.
The kid delivered a last lick to his tender spent cock before tucking him back into his boxers. After a second Gaara grasped the cotton clad shoulders under him and dragged the boy up to face him.
"My apologies for doubting you. ..that performance deserves a suitable reward." he murmured.
A lopsided grin as hands trailed over the tight black shirt. "Give it to me."
...
A modicum of time later...
Exiting the bathroom Gaara didn't even look back at the boy leaning heavily on the dark purple wall, distorted after being fucked out of his senses.
Gaara's self satisfied smirk reflected back at him on every reflective surface in the club. Grabbing a bottle of water from the bar he glanced at the clock and softly cursed. The trade off had started ten minutes ago. How could he have been that careless?
Fuck.
Slamming the bottle on the bar he skirted the room and found the recessed room that he knew Tayuya was in. Placing his ear on the door he listened closely, eyes closed.
"-bout fifteen minutes till it takes to work."
Gaara sighed in relief. That was Tayuya's voice. At least she was okay.
"And you're suuuuree?" The hissed words could only come from, Gaara shuddered, Orochimaru.
"Yes, I am." She answered, "See its already started. The main ingredient in Enebril is modified oxytocin, it gives a high like you'd never believe."
Gaara smiled, she was pronouncing every word clearly to be captured by the recording device sewed the latex of her suit.
"And what is the priiicce, madam?"
"For this batch, two hundred thousand yen, the half tonne shipment will come after and that's half a million. Just like we agreed."
"Peeerrffect." came the following hiss. "I'll arrange for the rest of the funds to be transferred to you. "
Gaara stepped back and raised a hand to his war to scratch the patch plastered against his skin. The sensitive microfibers in the patch immediately sent a signal to the server in Anbu signaling a positive outcome.
Orochimaru had taken the bait, swallowed the hook and sunk with the sinker.
The only thing left was for the SWAT team to appear and grab him. Gaara leisurely walked back to the club. He didn't need to be there when hell broke loose.
Exiting the club and into the dark night he briefly considered taking a cab all the way back home but then decide against it. He was in no mood to get to an empty house, it wasn't like he had anyone there waiting for him. The night (figuratively) was still young. He would take a ride halfway, stop for a drink and then take make his way home.
Looking up at the night sky he took in the silver light of the benign moon shining down on him just before he returned his gaze to the road before him and hailed a cab.
...
The bar that Gaara found himself in was dark, smoky with a hint of lingering weed. The man behind the bar had more piercings that feasible.
"Name your poison."
"Kirov vodka, straight, and leave the flask. "
A few minutes later the shot glass had been filled twice, downed and with the third one Gaara paused to trace the rim of the glass. He wasn't one prone to moments of nostalgia but somehow tonight, his mind turned to sixteen years ago.
Backflash...sixteen years ago...
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He had woken up to the sound of his sister crying. Clambering out of his bed, young five years old Gaara rubbed his sleepy eyes.
Walking out of the room he pushed the huge double doors to the opulent living room open and went inside, just to see his sixteen year old sister sitting in the couch head in her hands and sobbing.
He edged up to her. "Nee-san?"
Her red rimmed blueish-green eyes briefly looked at him, lips trembling before dropping back to her wet hands and chocking out another sob.
Confused he looked around at the sole nurse in the room, her face was as hard as flint and her eyes cold.
Turning back to his sister Gaara whispered, "Nee-san, what's wr-"
Then it all went to hell.
Men, black clad and fierce, burst through the doors like the Naga he's read about in stories. Shocked Gaara couldn't move, he just silently watched as his sister and his older brother were told that go to their rooms and pack.
Kankuro, in a fit of madness, rushed at one of the men and was struck down to the floor immediately, his nose gushing blood.
Gaara screamed and ran over to his brother babbling only to get pulled away from the bleeding by by another man.
Crouching beside him the man said, "It's okay kid.. He's going to be fine ... But we are all going to take a ride."
Still confused and frightened Gaara couldn't respond, he only watched as his sister came from her room with two duffel bags. She silently handed one to his brother. Gaara, himself, looked up just as the nurse silently handed him a packed knapsack.
Still wondering what was going to he took it just as one of the men lifted him up and carried him outside to a throttling van.
"Remember when I said we're going to take a ride, buddy?"
Gaara silently nodded, grasping the knapsack.
"Well here we go."
And that ride took him straight into the worst years of his life.
The foster home was so disgusting that Gaara didn't eat for days. It wasn't until the woman finally called the hospital that he was admitted for dehydration.
The next eleven years of his life Gaara had banished to the deepest, darkest echelons of his mind.
After his sixth foster home Gaara decided that it was enough. The abuse and neglect he'd suffered through the years had scarred him for life and school seemed to be more than curse than a refuge.
There was nothing to lose anymore.
He ran away.
Living on the streets and off them Gaara met some other street rats and eventually a gang took him in as a spy and runner.
But Gaara wasn't stupid. He knew that this wasn't any kind sustainable life so when he wasn't doing runs he haunted the library like a spectre from the grave.
It wasn't till he was reading a book on government policies that someone asked him if he knew where the feudal archives were
Absently Gaara answered, "Row six, shelf three, tagged with FB."
Then a voice sounded behind him, "You could put that memory to good use, you know."
And that was when Gaara entered the casino business, advising gamblers on which venture to bet in and taking a twenty percent cut every time they won.
Eventually Gaara rented his own apartment and slowly but surely filled it in. At first he'd slept on a small futon and ate junk foods like ramen and rice cakes but with the money he was getting he started taking better attention to his health.
After securing the majority of his furniture he then bought his first laptop and while surfing the Internet found VectorKinnetic Corp. An up and coming tech company and, after a days of thinking about it, invested in them. Little did he know that in the next six months the company shot up the stock market like lighting and the profits from his investment tripled.
It was about that time he met Juugo another former street rat. One day Juugo had asked him to accompany him to a wrestling match he was performing in. Deciding that he had nothing else to do he went.
The match went off splendidly with Juugo winning the lump sum of thirty thousand yen. Happily walking back to the dinky apartment Juugo had they didn't pay attention.
And it cost them.
On the final corner leading to the tenement house was where they ran into trouble. Some thugs that were at the match had trailed them and before he knew it Gaara was throwing punches.
It was a moment later when a pair of rough hands hauled him off the lax body he was punching. His chest met the nearest wall just as he heard the clicks of handcuffs over his wrists and being shoved into a cruiser.
Kohonagakure Local Police Department...
The arresting officer was a dark spiky haired woman with a huge bust, a half sadistic smirk and a no-nonsense attitude. She shoved Gaara into a chair and slammed her palms down on the desk.
"Alright kid, mind telling me what the hell were you guys doing?"
Gaara looked at her like she was insane. "You know what we were doing. Those assholes jumped us, we were just defending ourselves."
She snorted. "No shit. But does defending yourselves end in admitting one guy to the emergency room and the next one to an acupuncturist?"
Something inside Gaara's head crooned in delight. He hadn't imagined that he'd done that much damage. Outwardly though he just grunted. "Then they shouldn't have started the fight."
She peered at him for a moment, hip resting on the edge of the metal table. "What's your name kid?"
"What's yours?" Gaara immediately shot back.
Her smile then was enigmatic. "Anko Mit-"
Her cell phone rang. Grabbing the plastic device she made a shusshing gesture to Gaara.
"Baki, what's your problem I'm in the middle of an interrogation and you'r-"
She paused, then her eyes rolled. "No I don't know the street number of Landau Corp. All I know is that it's on Madisonville Ave..."
She paused again to listen, then get eyes closed for a second just as fingertips managed her temple. "No I don't fucking know the latitude or longitude. What the fuck do you think I am, an Atlas?"
Gaara leaned back eyes closed. "Forty-five degree North, fifteen degrees East."
Anko spun around to look at him, cupping a hand over the phone she whispered. "What?"
Gaara just repeated to what he'd just said. Her look was skeptical but she related the info to the man on the phone asking him to check it on the GPS.
Five seconds later her eyes flew open. She then turned to stare at Gaara. "Baki, I'll call you back."
She hung up. "How the hell did you know that?"
Gaara grimaced, "I have what you'd call a photographic memory."
She crossed over to him. "Kid do you even know what an ability like that can get you?"
"Yeah." he replied evenly, "a fucking mess of trouble."
She snorted. "I'm talking about you in the police force. We need people like you."
Gaara had to hold himself back from laughing outrageously. "You've got to be shitting me! I mean look at me, I'm a street rat. I don't think I've ever heard the phrase busting balls to bearing batons ever. I didn't even finish high school and you want me in the force."
She smiled then and leaned in, "Give me one year of your time. I promise you."
The look on her face was dead serious. Gaara took a moment to assess what she was saying. "Okay... but on one condition..."
"What?"
"You get Juugo in too and we'll play dice."
….
And then when he was seventeen his life took another major shift . He even remembered the details of the conversation he'd had with Juugo that was the predecessor to a pivotal change in his life..
Three months later after the interrogation.. ..
...
"What?" Gaara asked, closing his history book. "Say that again cause I'm sure I'm hallucinating."
Juugo snorted, "Yagura dared us, well me actually, to go to a club tonight."
"And that is?" The Sabaku asked looking blankly around the plain room where Anko had arranged for them to stay in while undergoing training. She had even arranged for them to have remedial lessons to get their high school diplomas.
"A bondage club." was the answer.
Flipping the book back open Gaara staunchly pronounced, "Remind me to make you an appointment with the force's psychiatrist."
"Oh come on." Juugo whined, "You can't tell me you're not curious...and he said if we go and stay at least one hour we get fifty thousand yen."
Gaara snorted, mulling the idea over. Yagura was one of the trainees that came from an affluent family, so he should have the money he was hanging in front of them like a carrot before a horse. "What with you and money?"
"It gets me stuff... Say you'll go... Please..."
Green eyes rolled, "All right you big baby. I'll go with you but my cut is thirty."
"That's it? " Gaara had asked looking at the nondescript building. Even though the parking lot was crammed the building itself didn't even have a name on it. " What's it again? "
"Club Amnesia." Juugo replied, eyeing him. "You ready?"
Gaara sighed while unlocking his seatbelt. "Sure. Let's get this shit over with."
Handing over their ID's to the bouncer they were admitted instantly. At second a window they read a list of rules and had their hands stamped. Gaara paused for a moment, wondering why the man's eyes were dancing with a knowing look, a look that, to Gaara, said that they had no idea what they were getting into.
He considered it for a moment then shrugged the feeling off
The club inside looked like a normal club, dark ambiance, recessed dance floor lined with strobe lighting, the music was typical bass heavy music and the bar was as stocked with what looked like typical alcoholic beverages.
For some reason Gaara was expecting some signature cocktail for people into fetishes, like gin mixed with actual blood. What shocked him was the fact that alcohol was strictly prohibited. They only sold juices and water.
Glancing around he dimly spotted Juugo on the dance floor. Even though the music was tempting he opted to survey the room for a while. Slowly walking around he silently took note of the activities.
He had come here with an expectation of pain, screams, open sex but what Gaara didn't expect was that the club had such strict guidelines and codes of behavior, like you could watch a scene but if you interrupted it you were immediately thrown out.
By wondering around the club he saw closed off rooms, by glancing in one open one he saw a bed with arm restraints, and various mats on the floor. He even glimpsed cupboards containing cleaning materials and medication like aerosol pain spray and gauze. Those were the tame rooms he supposed. The others contained St. Andrew's Crosses, padded tables, and hooks in the walls, floors, and ceilings. Guess those were for the experienced.
What shocked him was the fact that the patrons didn't seem that all that different from what he would call 'normal' people.
They were just human.
A cry cut through the air. He stopped dead, eyes wide when he actually saw two people, sequestered in an alcove, the woman bent over a couch's arm, a leather strap between her teeth like a horse's reigns and the man behind her tightly gripping the strap was delivering what looked to be back breaking thrusts into her.
What actually got him was the fact that she cried out in pleasure instead of the pain he was expecting. He turned away, mind spinning.
Returning to the club proper he saw something he hadn't noticed before, that at the edges of the room there were bondage furniture lining the walls, presumably for the ones into exhibition; whipping benches and spanking horses, their dark upholstery glistening in the shallow pools of shrouded light. Suspended from the roof were even hooks with dangling but empty chains.
Seeing bodies, unidentified, strung up, strapped down, tied, manacled, masked, fitted with ball gags and chains was a total eye-opening experience for him. He moved among them like an ephemeral ghost. They all seemed to be in a realm of their own, paying him no attention which subsequently made Gaara wonder if the outside world was even real.
He looked to the left and saw a dominatrix delivering a hard slap to her sub's face, a man clothed in something from a Tarzan movie, a cotton loincloth and brown leather straps across his chest, wrists and ankles. He immediately sunk to his knees and bowed his head in total submission.
He flinched when someone touched him.
"Calm down man." Juugo said. "It's over. We can go."
Nodding quietly they left but the images he had seen inside seemed to be burned in his brain. Days after he gave up on sleep. Every time he tried to rest the pictures of that night sprung up before him.
Weeks after he was constantly debating with himself to go back to the club. By this time he'd bought himself a secondhand jeep and after hours of dithering, about ten in the night, he jumped into the vehicle and drove.
When he got to the parking lot he came out. Nerves doing the tap dance in his stomach he leaned on the door of the car, afraid to move.
Until he felt a hand touch him. He turned around and his jaw dropped. Standing beside him was Anko. Dressed this time in a mesh shirt that did absolutely nothing to hide her ample bust just barely covered with an army jacket and from the indents in the jacket he could see she had nipple clamps on.
"Anko? W... What..are yo-"
One of her hands shoved him against the door of the Jeep. "Let's get one thing straight, on this soil you call me Mistress Anko."
Gaara reeled back, "You're a...dominant?"
She grinned, "Dominatrix, actually... And you look like you need something that I can probably provide for you."
Gaara gave a wary glance to the unassuming building before him. "I'm not entirely sure..."
She grasped his arm and led him forward. "Five minutes and you'll know."
That was the beginning of the two years he submitted himself to be Anko's submissive.
…
Bar….
The sickly sweet scent of pot was tickling the sensitive membranes in his nose. He stifled an urge to sneeze. Swirling the vodka he briefly wondered what Anko was doing just a slight vibration in his pocket signaled a message that made Gaara snap out of his musing.
Glancing briefly at the message he snorted and replaced the device. He didn't need to know the details of Orochimaru's arrest. He just felt satisfied that one more asshole was off the streets.
Paying his tab he left the bar and the back entrance that spat him out down the lane where two of Kazuku's former henchmen's had set up shop at the lane's entrance. With no desire to meet Sakon and his frankenstein brother Ukon he walked down the nearby alley.
Walking around a corner he stepped into something vile and cursed. Bracing a hand on the wall he scrubbed the gunk off his shoe muttering to himself.
Shoe somewhat clean he looked up and went dead cold. He had to be hallucinating this time. What he saw before him had to be a mirage.
There was no way what he was seeing was real.
"Mother of fucking god." Gaara stood still. The first thought that came to his mind was, 'I'd literally kill to run my hand through that hair.'
From his spot in the gloom, Gaara took in the clearly lost boy. Pale skin literally shimmered under the silver moonlight, thick chocolate metre long hair swayed with every step he took, peach bow lips parted ever so slightly to exhale the frosty air.
And then he got a perfect look at the boy's eyes and Gaara felt something deep in him shift. Those eyes. Christ, those eyes.
He couldn't take it anymore. He had to say something.
"I always wonder why some of kohona's elite like you turn up on this particular side of the track... " he paused, the other went stock still. "... but then again you wouldn't believe how many of your kind ends up down here. "
Gaara watched as the teen stopped fully and peered furtively in the darkness.
Slightly trembling lips opened."Are you dangerous to me? "
'Oh baby' Gaara thought, 'you don't know the half of it.'
"Dangerous to you, yes, if you meant am I going to harm you, no..."
Relief clearly showed on the others face.
"... Can't say the same for the twins up at the crossroad though."
"What... and who are you? "
Gaara stepped into the light, and watched with unmasked delight when the other's eyes trailed over him and widened.
"Twins, Sakon and Ukon, the two most sadistic fuckers on the face of the earth with a pension for pretty boys.. ." he paused. "...right now you have two options, either you turn around and retrace your steps... or I could get you safely across..choose..but be warned, if you choose me it comes with a price."
A pregnant pause. He was clearly debating his options then this:
"... You."
The word 'shocked' didn't cover even half of Gaara's reaction.
He rallied. "Are you sure... something tells me that you might not like my price."
The teen stepped forward. "I'm sure. Just tell me your name. "
One step and with a bare inch of tense air to spare between them, the Sabaku didn't need to project lust in his eyes, it was already there.
"Gaara," he husked , eyes piercing grey ones, "Sabaku Gaara".
"Gaara," a pause, "Hyuuga Neji."
Now that was a shocker. "My my, what is a Hyuuga doing slumming way down here? "
The teen shifted slightly, eyes glancing up to the moon briefly. "Got trapped doing a favor for a friend."
"That friend must owe you a blood ransom."
He smiled. "My words exactly."
Gaara felt his palm twitching, he needed to touch that skin. The teen lifted a hand to brush back a lock of hair but Gaara got there first.
Unable to control himself Gaara allowed the tips of his fingers to briefly skim over a silken cheek; he was completely surprised when Neji didn't shy away from the touch.
A dark part of his mind was imagining Neji strapped to a St. Andrews cross, gagged and begging for a proper fucking with his eyes, but Gaara stomped on that thought immediately. The kid was clearly an innocent. Something tame to start with. There was no way in hell he'd leave without kissing him.
"It's clear that you don't know these streets. I'll help you... my price though is your phone number and I seriously want to kiss you."
A pause. Gaara could practicality see his mind thinking it over.
Despairingly he uttered, "You were thinking something else I take it."
The boy shifted. "To be honest, yes."
"Well?"
A shake of cinnamon hair "Agreed."
Now that was a shocker.
"Go ahead, I'll follow. Where were you heading anyway? "
"The health center. My friend, which I'm seriously going to reconsider, asked me to collect some medication for him. "
Gaara turned and nodded up the alley. "Go."
Neji nodded and started walking.
Gaara wasn't proud of it but his eyes were on Neji's ass all along thinking how red it would go after a thorough spanking.
And then this.
"Well well well, what do we have here."
Neji paused.
Another voice joined the first one. "Well brother it seems fortune has smiled on us, I do believe that we seem to have a Hyuuga in our midst."
Two forms materialized from the gloom, two forms, silver haired.
"... an alone hyuuga "
"What makes you think he's alone?" Gaara's voice slithered into the air like a cobras.
Two heads snapped around." Sabaku, you protect him? "
"If you meant my boyfriend, then yes."
Double identical snorts. "How did you, the resident freak trap a Hyuuga?"
"Hypnotism. " Gaara answered blankly. "Now are you going to let us pass or should I casually mention to Hidan that the PCP you deal is laced with fenchone?
They went pale...well paler.
"Go ahead Sabaku but remember this, you'll stop being the golden boy some day. "
Gaara snorted.
At a distance from the confrontation he heard Neji with a teasing tone ask,"Golden boy? "
"Trust me you don't want to know. " he immediately replied.
A few minutes late they arrived at the building. Gaara silently watched as the teen entered. Sighing he fished out a pack of menthol cigarettes and lit one. He really need to control himself.
The boy was clearly a virgin. There was no way he'd get to strap him to a bondage bed. The only thing he could hope for was the kiss he was promised.
Absently he heard Neji approach him and quickly crushed the cig. He looked up to soft grey eyes.
"... Thank you."
"No problem." he murmured. His hand was then taken and a string of numbers was printed on it.
Gaara couldn't take it anymore. "You've never had a man touch you, haven't you? "
A blink."To be honest I've never let anyone touch me."
Expected.
"Then let me be the first."
Tilting his chin up Gaara leaned in a paused for a second, then lightly pressed his lips to peach ones. Gaara pressed slightly and was completely shocked when a hand tentatively reached up to lightly press against Gaara's neck as the other tentatively reciprocated.
Lapping at the seam the taste of peppermint coated his tongue and Gaara had to stamp down on his reaction to spin the other around and fuck him raw.
He pulled back.
Grey eyes were trembling, "... I...should go."
He stepped back, "Yes you probably should."
Standing still he watched silently as the other drove away. Glancing down to his palm his mind immediately recorded the number.
He grinned sarcastically while clenching his fist. There were times having an eidetic memory was a pain in the ass but this time it was a blessing.
"Hyuuga Neji... " he murmured," pleased to meet you. "
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A/N: Guys, I might (MIGHT) take a small break from writing. I have to take care of something personal. Hopefully I'll continue all my stories.