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 adapted some sections in the first book, especially the part where Ana first sees Christian's play room. I'm putting this on because I admit to borrowing some technical aspects of the story but I haven't carbon copied it.

Chapter 12: Revelation

Gaara's House. Industrial Sector. 6:35 am.

Pale eyelids closed over seagrass orbs as the warm water cascaded over his sated body.

Sex with Neji had been the most electrifying experience he had ever had. Bar none.

He'd never felt that level of euphoria, ever. Not even when he'd dabbled in drugs, been flat out drunk night after night or gone through bondage sessions at the club. Nothing had ever surpassed what he'd felt hours ago.

Head tilting back he let out a deep groan remembering his baby's untamed, visceral reactions to every move done to him. Neji's reaction to every touch, every kiss, every thrust was seared into his mind.

Gaara had experienced intense sex before but this was on another level. What he had done with Neji wasn't just sex, it had to be a higher incarnation of the act.

Even since he'd grown into his sexuality, sex to him was just an act of just selfishness. Fucking was just a tool to get the tension out of his body and to put his ever churning mind into a calmer place.

What happened in the past few hours was on another dimension. Everything was changed, especially the motives behind it. Buried in Neji's body, instead of seeking his own pleasure a deep seated urge in his gut made him strive to make Neji's own experience unforgettable. Every gasp, every moan, every scream made him push even harder.

He hadn't given a damn if he came or not. He was just entranced by the raw untamed emotions painted on Neji's face, climax after climax. Hearing his desperate gasps, seeing his peach lips slip open in wordless pleasure, feeling his muscles contract around him was enough. He had wanted Neji to feel pleasure till he didn't know his own name; his own fulfillment could go to hell.

Something contacted in his chest.
Opening his eyes under the stream he came to a realization and it was a grim one. If he wanted Neji to be completely his he couldn't play this game anymore. He had to drop the façade he had put up. Neji needed to know the whole him.

The moment he'd seen the beautiful boy in the alley he'd known that he wanted him and during all their various activities he had gifted Neji with some aspects of his nature but there was one side he still hadn't shown.

And that side was the deciding factor.

He paused, anxiety cutting through his gut. What if Neji couldn't handle the darkest part of him? What if his baby turned away and ran? What if the one who had finally stolen his heart, shattered it to pieces?

Shutting the water off he stepped out, gut twisting. This morning he'd had to literally stop himself from barring Neji when he had leave because he'd known that during what had happened between them, Neji had grasped a part of his soul that Gaara knew he would never get back.

Drying off he heard his phone ring. "What?"

"Is that how you answer me, you little heathen?"

A rare smile broke out on Gaara's face. "Good morning to you too Madame Mitarashi. How may I help you this fine morning?"

An amused huff. "Oh shut it you little shit, but you can first tell me why I haven't heard from you in three months.

Stepping into his boxers Gaara snorted internally. "I've been busy working."

"Right and I've been on the fucking moon."

"With your new sub I expect to be." Gaara teased. "What's his name again?"

"Do you really expect me to tell you so you can find him and screw him over?"

Gaara snorted, he hadn't been thinking that but on second thought, it was a tantalizing idea.

"What about you gaki?" Anko inquired. "Found anyone yet?"

Gaara hesitated and immediately his former dominant picked up on it.

"You have!" She exclaimed.

"...Well..." The Sabaku trailed off.

Silence for a moment. "... Let me guess, he's young and beautiful but he's innocent and doesn't know about that side."

Gaara grimaced. How could this woman still read him like a open book after all this time?

"..Well after last night he isn't that innocent anymore. But yes, he doesn't know about the club."

Anko sighed. "Why do you always have to choose the hardest roads gaki?"

Donning his shirt Gaara thought about it. "Family curse."

A snort. "Well I'm in town for the rest of the week. How about lunch at the Regis Hotel. You can tell me everything there."

Glancing at the calendar Gaara nodded to himself. "Sure, at one?"

"Yes." Anko affirmed. "Bring all your baggage. I'll try my best to help you sort them out."

"And in exchange bring your large dick." Gaara returned teasingly. "I'd like to get reacquainted."

"Heathen." Anko sniffed. "But yes, at one. I'll reserve our usual table."

Gaara stared at the blank phone in his hand for a few seconds then clenched his fist around it. Maybe this was what he needed. Anko, in her particular brash way, could always mercilessly shove him on the right path and put his head together.

Picking up a pen he stabbed a red dot on the calendar.

"Today." He murmured heading to the kitchen, but then he paused.

Turning back he went to the door adjoined to his master bedroom and unlocked it.

Stepping inside his sanctuary he looked over the everything he had collected over the years, every contraption, every accessory, every item, acquired and treasured like blue diamond. Flat eyes barely skimmed over the large mahogany 'X', his St. Andrew's cross fastened tightly on the wall.

Lips pressed tight he turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Konohagakure Academy. 7:45 a.m

The second Neji entered the mostly empty classroom Sasuke walked up to him, wrapped his hand around Neji's neck and placed a solid kiss in the middle of his forehead.

Astonished Neji waited for the Uchiha to pull back before he asked. "What was that for?"

Sasuke smirked. "Welcome to the big boys club...finally."

A slight pink flush rose to his face just as he ducked his head. Was it really that obvious?

After a minute he looked up to see Sasuke's contemplative look.

"What?" He inquired while carefully sitting down.

"You're in love with him." Sasuke pronounced solidly.

"Isn't that a side effect of having your 'cherry' taken?" Neji returned digging into his satchel to extract his notebook for civics class.

Sasuke shook his head."What happens after the first time is feeling like you're on fucking Mars ...it doesn't produce this." Sasuke said gesturing to Neji.

Neji rolled his eyes. "Cynic much?"
"Reality cousin." Sasuke replied. "What did he do to you?"

'What didn't he do.' Neji thought biting his lip at the memory of what happened after his first soul shattering orgasm.

When he had said 'fuck me first, make love to me after,' he hadn't known that Gaara would have taken those words literally.

Opening the book before him Neji allowed a thick portion of his hair to cover one half of his face with a hand holding back the other. He started to jot down the date and topic of the lecture, looking attentive but his mind was on another platform altogether. ...

...
Gaara's house. Industrial Sector. 2:37 am

With a small moan Neji came back to consciousness only to find himself alone, sinfully warm, wrapped up in the sheets of the bed.

Sitting up the cloth fell to his waist baring his chest to the slightly cold air. He shifted; a stinging pain cut through his lower half, grabbing at his lower belly he stopped to breathe.

After a minute, still feeling the burn in his lower extremities he made himself stand up, looking around for something to put on.

On a chair directly from the bed was a loose, oversized white t-shirt that looked it was carefully placed there. Smiling softly at Gaara's consideration he slipped it over his head and found his discarded underwear. His hair was a bedraggled mess though and the only thing that he could do was quickly finger comb it into something barely resembling decency.

Walking out into the dim living room he passed a table with a book opened. Pausing to flick the books cover over he read "Homer."

Turning back he read a highlighted passage, "No man or woman born can shun his destiny."

"Philosophizing at three in the morning." He murmured

Slowly turning he wondered where Gaara could be in the wee hours and then he saw the half open door leading to the boardwalk.

Pushing the door open Neji paused for a moment looking up into the star pricked night sky before silently walked towards the figure sitting a couple feet away from the surging sea. Gaara, dressed only in a pair of pajamas, had one knee raised, arm extended on it.

Neji stopped behind him.

"I meant it, you know." Gaara said almost quietly.

"Meant what? " He quietly asked, arms wrapped around him for warmth.

Gaara half turned. "When I said that I'm dangerous to you. I've never said anything truer in my life."

Smooth eyebrows contracted slightly. "...what exactly are you saying?"

Then he panicked for a second. "Are you saying that you don't wa-"

Neji couldn't fathom how fast Gaara got up, grabbed him and pressed his trembling body into his.

"Don't you ever think that." He was strongly chided as arms wrapped around his body. "That is never going to happen."

Neji allowed his face to slip in the hollow of Gaara's neck. "What do you mean then?"

Rough fingers buried into slightly tangled hair. "I only meant that..." a sigh. "... I wish my life wasn't as it is...you deserve a man who shouldn't have to triple check every move made or who's level of paranoia is a way of life. I seriously doubt that I'm the one who's best for you. "

Neji pushed back and lightly struck his bare chest. "Don't you dare insult me. I make my own decisions and I chose you. I don't care if you don't think you're the 'one', but I know what I wanted ...and it's you."

After a moment hypnotic eyes leveled with his. "And you're sure."
"Yes." Neji replied breathing in Gaara's skin.

Gaara's lips slipped to his ear. "Did I hurt you?"

Neji hummed. "Yes... But it was the best hurt I've ever received."

A calloused left hand clasped around Neji's hip and softy shifted the limb to allow Gaara's body to press onto his.

Neji's lips opened to speak but was cut off by a soft but thorough kiss. Breathless Neji pulled back only to hear this murmured in his ear. "I think I have a promise to fulfill."

Placing a palm on the others smooth jaw Neji whispered, "I think you do."

A dip and Neji's legs were wrapped around Gaara's waist as the older man carried his precious cargo back onto the bedroom.

Slowly, so slowly Gaara made love to him. Taking veritable eons to prepare the tender passage for another entry. Gaara clearly had a oral fixation with Neji's body because every inch of it was kissed, licked and suckled into submission. He had started from his neck, and trailed down, finding and torturing every erogenous spot in Neji's body and marking it with his teeth.

Remembering a specific second when Gaara had dragged this rough tongue inside the seam of his hip that had sent a spike of pleasure to hit his brain so hard that literal stars erupted behind his clenched eyes Neji gasped.

"Holy shit." Sasuke murmured beside him, taking in the trembling pen. "You're into it deep, aren't you."

Neji couldn't deny it because it wasn't a speculation, it was fact.

The Hyuuga Compound. 10 :10 am

Picking up the envelope on his desk Hiashi flipped it over and read with pleasure the name of the law firm of Neji's apprenticeship, the Armarshi Asc.

Settling into his chair the patrician Hyuuga opened the envelope with a sure feeling that what he was going to read would be exceptional news.

Skimming over the legal header of the page and the formal address to him he read;

"...upon the steady and brilliant performance of the apprenticeship by Hyuuga Neji, observed by both partners of the firm, it is the firm decision of this office to recommend Hyuuga Neji to the Law Faculty of Tokyo University this fall with our full confidence that he will mature into a powerful Attorney."

Upon this Hiashi closed his eyes and breathed. Opening them he allowed a satisfied smile grace his face. He always knew that his nephew would be successful and that's why he had decided that upon his retirement in the years ahead, he was going to name Neji as his successor to lead the clan.

He felt a small amount of remorse knowing that he couldn't place his own daughter, Hinata, as the head but the plain fact was that she didn't have the strength to stand against any and all things that would come up against them.

He was sure though that Hinata even with her gentle nature would stand with Neji as a stalwart second.

"Upon assessment of his duties and responsibilities of the firm assigned to him, paired with the astuteness of his intelligence and the strong personal character we believe that he will succeed and when the time comes, upon inducted into the Bar, the partners would like to receive him into the organization as a member of the firm with no regrets."

Hiashi went still. He certainly wasn't expecting that! To know that Neji already had his dream job waiting for him even before he was fully inducted into the practice would with no doubt please his nephew to no end.

"Therefore with no impediments to our decision we fully endorse Hyuuga Neji."

Folding the letter the elder Hyuuga leaned back. After a moment he got up, crossed the room to his bookcase and took down a picture, the lone reminder of he and his dearly departed brother.

"Otouto, I promised you that I would take care of your son as mine and I hope that I haven't failed you."

He paused, swallowing the grief that always came up with looking at his younger brother's image.

"He's going to be an excellent man and I know that you would be proud of him."

After a moment of subduing the sorrow slithering through his mind he, after replacing the frame turned away to go over the financial reports of his company.

The Regis Hotel. 12: 55 pm.

Gaara entered the hotel's deep blue and gold trimmed lobby, eyes half mast. Approaching the receptionist he was greeted with a sly look.

"Mister Sabaku, welcome back... one could have thought that you'd migrated."

Returning the look only laden with a heavy dose of sarcasm Gaara said. "Nice to know that I've been missed Hoshigaki, has my companion arrived?"

The younger brother of Hoshigaki Kisame, Suigetsu smirked, his slicked down silvery/blue hair gleaming under the lobby's light.

"Yes, I do believe Ms. Mitarashi has just arrived. You may find her in the dining room."

Not even bothering to grace other with another look Gaara tugged his onyx jacket over his black turtleneck and walked into the hotel proper, winding through the halls to find the dining room.

Entering into the vast multiple crystal chandelier room and spotting the back of Anko's short devils red dress and her short hair done up with golden chopsticks facing the bar, he quietly approached her.

"You're still soft on your feet..." Anko smiled turning around. "..but I can still sense you."

Reaching to take her extended hand Gaara dropped a kiss on the back of her hand. "Madame Mitarashi, so good to see you again...you know... without me being strapped down with handcuffs."

She looked amused. "And here I was saying to myself, why hadn't I brought your favorite pair."

Gaara just shook his head and extended his arm which she immediately circled.

Leading them both to the reserved table Gaara graciously pulled out her chair and after she was settled joined her on the other side.

A waiter immediately appeared. "Welcome to the St. Regis. May I take your orders."

"Wine or straight alcohol?" Anko asked staring into his eyes.

Gaara didn't break her gaze. "Clearly you think that I've lost the training you have me. Is Chablis okay with you, Madame?"

Anko smiled."Very good."

While the waiter left to retrieve the bottle of white wine Anko settled back. "So what's his name."

Gaara leveled his gaze. "Hard talk even before the caviar appetizer ?"

A snort. "Stop stalling. You know that I hate caviar and besides it's just lunch, not a royal dinner at the Imperial Palace. "

The waiter returned with the bottle and immediately handed it over for inspection which Gaara after a swift glance waved him to proceed.

"His name." She demanded just as the man placed a half filled heavy crystal glass before her.

"His name is Neji." Gaara answered shortly. Turning to the silent server Gaara said. "Well need a minute to decide."

Common code for 'Go away'.

Nodding the man turned away.

Green eyes watched as Anko took a caution sip from the glass. "Continue. Family name?"

Here Gaara braced himself to watch her reaction. "He's a Hyuuga."

The hacking cough that Anko released was sadistically pleasurable.

After she had controlled herself Anko placed the glass down, eyes shifting like mad. "Are you fucking crazy?"

Blank faced Gaara just allowed her to continue. "Do you want to have your head on a pike? Cause if you mess with a Hyuuga that's exactly what you're going to get."

"I know." was the simple reply.

Anko took a minute to trace her eyes over her past sub. "... You're in love with him."

Even though there was no shift on his face Gaara knew that she'd seen through him. His silence was enough confirmation.

"Holy shit." Anko murmured. "You're going to die, you know that right."

"One way or another." Gaara replied finally taking a sip of his wine.

"So tell me everything."

And so Gaara did, telling her everything from the moment he'd met the teen in the alley to their first date, then the various escapades, to the slight debacle with the books Gaara had given him, the club scene and finally to the morning.

Anko sat there attentive to every word Gaara said only breaking to occasionally drink her wine.

When he'd finally finished he leaned back just waiting for her deliberation.

She was silent.

"So?" He asked.

"So what?" She replied while reaching out for the bottle to refill her glass.

"I thought that I came here to drink from your fountain of wisdom."

She hummed, fingertips tracing the rim of the glass. "I hate to say this but Gaara I don't have much to tell you. I mean the chances of you involved with a Hyuuga were almost impossible but then again you always do your best to defy natural law."

Here she placed her glass on the table. "You said he lost his virginity to you correct. You should know the very delicate state he's in now and it would be complete madness to distance yourself. For now you have to continue, stabilize him."

Here she leaned forward. "But besides the fact that you're head over heels for him, you do have to consider what is going to happen when his family finds out. That clan, though benign on the surface, is ruthless, even worse paired with the Uchiha's. You need to watch every step you make. "

In a rare moment of weakness Gaara ran a hand through his hair. "It only gets worse..."

Instinctively picking up on what he was inferring Anko's mouth twisted.

"Yes. That job of yours is another death sentence."

He didn't have to say anything.

After a moment he heard this. "What do you want from him Gaara?"

Looking up he downed the rest of the wine in one gulp. "Good fucking question."

"I mean, if on the one nearly impossible chance that you're allowed to be with him, would you let him go to find someone else closer to his status and has the approval of his family?"

A mental picture of Neji walking away with someone else sprung up in his mind. Immediately a possessive growl started to tremble in his throat.

"That's clearly a 'no'." Anko deduced.

Returning his attention to the woman before him Gaara pressed two fingertips to his forehead and snorted in agreement.

Anko smiled turning to the waiter and beckoned him over. "We'll take the Chicken Caesar salad, thank you."

"Since when are you a vegetable fan?"

Anko just ignored him. "Does he know about me?"

Against his sense Gaara gave her a 'what-do-you-think-idiot' look. Anko calmly raised her knife and titled it to the light.

Gaara cleared his throat. "My apologies but no ...he doesn't know anything about...our lifestyle...yet."

"You're planning on sharing then."

A sigh. "Yes...if he can't wrap his head around it... I don't know what I'd... I'll... I'll have to just accept it...and let his go."

The last words were said like he was swallowing acid. It clearly rankled.

"But would you change?" Anko pressed. "For him, would you?"

"That's the problem...can I?" Gaara added.

For once Gaara saw a slight pitying glint in Anko's eyes.

Marshaling his strength Gaara spoke. "... Either way... I'll deal with it."

"I sincerely hope so." was the calm reply.

The Hyuuga Compound. 4:35 p.m

Neji carefully placed his book bag on the floor beside his bed and with a soft groan sank unto the pillow topped mattress fully clothed.

It was a miracle how he'd gotten through the day because the majority of his faculties certainty weren't completely on point.

It was half and half though. Even though there were moments when he stared into space, caught up in his memories, he had enough presence of mind to catch himself before he slipped off entirely.

Face buried in the downy pillow he mentally ran through the events of the day starting from the moment he'd woken up in Gaara's bed.

Those six hours would forever be seared in his mind.

He tried to overlook the cutting regret he had suffered leaving Gaara's arms after having Sasuke deliver his car to him so he could go home and get ready for school.

Skipping over that and rebounding to what happened before, a muscle in Neji's stomach trembled remembering how during the whole thing, first and second sessions, it had seemed like his entire being was slowly being torn apart with rips of delirium and sewn back together with bonds of ecstasy.

His eyes had clamped shut trying to control the emotions and pleasure running wild through his body until Gaara had stopped and ordered.

"Neji... Baby, look at me."

Neji had to literally force his eyes to comply and take in the pale face beaded with sweat, the intense eyes scorching his skin and the damp hair that he immediately sank his fingers into.

The thrust started again, slower and more intense, the sex burning insanely harder with each breach digging further into his belly.

Neji's fist clenched around a handful of bedsheets as let out a bereft whimper, lower muscles clenching hard. He needed that heat again. Pushing up he grabbed his phone switched it on and blinking at him were three missed calls, all Gaara's and a message;

'Need you baby.'

Neji almost cried. He was yearning to go back to the heat and pleasure he'd felt in the redheads arms, but how was he going to pull that off..

Phone conversation...5:08 p.m

"Remember to tell me whenever he's leaving."

"Yes...but are you...are w-we sure this is best o-or..."

"Trust me, if we want the best for everyone it will ."

"... I- I'm just w-worried that he'll hate me."

"He won't. If he hates anyone it will be me."

"But you love him ..."

"And that's precisely why I'm doing this. It will hurt at first but eventually it will do good... It's just for the best."

"O-okay I'll make sure to tell you."

Across town... The Senjuu /Uzumaki household...

Naruto tugged an exhausted Sasuke onto his lap. Breathing hard Sasuke didn't have the strength to undo the tie holding his grey Gi together.

"Tired?" the blond asked cheerily while nuzzling his nose into damp black hair.

Sasuke vainly fanned him off. "What do you think? Of course I'm tired unlike you who never are. Get the hell away from me you goddamn monster."

A pale ear was nibbled on. "Monster huh. Wanna play that tonight."

Sasuke half turned to face the indomitable Uzumaki with a disbelieving look. "You really think I'm up for sex tonight? What the hell do you think I am, fucking superman?"

Blue eyes were mischievous. "Sometimes."

Sasuke snorted turning away to look up at the dojo's ceiling. "Not tonight baka. How about ramen and video games?"

"You're just trying to bribe me, teme. "

Sasuke scoffed nestling himself deeper into the body behind his."Like I would have to bribe you. You come to me free of charge."

Naruto went silent for a while until Sasuke, slightly concerned turned to look into unfathomable eyes.

Immediately Sasuke felt uncomfortable.

Reaching up to his face Sasuke couldn't speak a word. Naruto just dipped his face to Sasuke's neck and mumbled. "I will always come to you S'uke. I'd walk into fire for you."

Still wordless the only thing Sasuke could do was tilt his head and kiss him, pouring his entire soul into action.

"What was that for?" Naruto asked almost silently after he'd pulled back.

"How did I end up with you?" Sasuke asked softy, dark eyes tracing the tan face before his.

Naruto grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "Its your fault really. You couldn't take your eyes off me from grade school to junior high. Was I really that pretty teme? "

The raven scoffed. "Don't fool yourself. You're not that amazing. "

"Hmmm.. " Naruto trailed off just as his hands slipped under the Gi to run over slippery sensitive skin. "I'd think someone who makes you scream all night is definitely in the 'awesome' category."

Sasuke snorted. "I said 'amazing' baka. Learn to listen."

"I loved listening to you mumbling curses at yourself because you couldn't stop staring at me."

"I couldn't stop staring at you because I was try to use telekinesis to burnt your hideous orange shirts." Sasuke returned easily.

That was a total lie. The real reason was that a young three year old Sasuke, closeted with all his dark haired members of his family hadn't been aware of other people who had different colouring and when shoved into the first day of kindergarten, placed in a class with the young tow headed blonde who couldn't shut up, that's when the torture started.

Even though fascinated with the golden locks Sasuke, reared in a mostly silent home would get insanely irritated with every half-shouted word the boy said. It wasn't until junior high when Sasuke would do his best to get on the Uzumaki's nerves just so they could fight and he could grab the spellbinding hair he realized he was obsessed.

"Yeah." Naruto snickered. "Tell that to someone who can believe your bullshit..like that cousin of yours. "

Sasuke Hn'd. "Speaking of Neji. I wonder what's he doing with the redhead of his."

"Why? "

"Because." Sasuke replied evenly. "I have it on good authority that he finally got laid."

This time Naruto grabbed his shoulders in a strong grip . "What?"

Settling on stone hard thighs Sasuke wrapped his arms around a tan neck. "Yup. Last night and by his looks, this morning too. Neji is officially a fairy."

His ass was spanked. "That's not necessary."

Grinning unrepentantly Sasuke ground down on the others lap. "And what I'm feeling is?"

"Adrenaline teme. It doesn't only affect my fists."

Black eyes rolled. "Anyway, do you want to hear about it or not?"

"Like I could stop you." Naruto put in. "Go ahead. Who's he really?"

Settling himself solidly on the lap Sasuke started. "His name is Sabaku Gaara, twenty-one, smoking hot and a contract killer for the government."

"You're lying." Eyebrows shot up just as his eyes searched the pale face for the signs of fibbing.

Even though looking impish Sasuke shook his head. "Nope. Remember when we heard on the news that Kabuto guy was killed ...well I've gotten to know that Neji's boytoy is the guy that killed him."

"And you're serious?"

"Like a heart attack.." He squirmed. "...or the dick digging into my ass."

Naruto looked away for a second. "Well its about time he acted up on what ever damn body was saying for years."

"Damn straight..." Sasuke replied. "In complete opposite of what I think he's doing."

"And that is?" Naruto added in a teasing tone, one hundred percent sure of what was to come.

"Getting fucked thorough the mattress, obviously."

Naruto glanced down at the raven's lap. "...and you're sure you just want ramen and video games huh, cause that," He glanced down, "tells me you don't."

"So I changed my mind. Deal with it and take me to bed before I smack you plebian."

Getting up with Sasuke braced on his chest Naruto walked them both into his room. "As you demand, master."

….

Hyuuga Compound. 5:32 p.m.

"Neji." Hiashi said rising from the cleared dinner table just as the rest were leaving the room. "Would you please follow me."

Tensing slightly Neji paused for a few seconds before rising up and and nodding to his uncle.

"Of course, Oji-san."

Trailing behind the older man Neji's heart was fluttering in his chest with anxiety. Why was his uncle summoning him?

Inside the stately office Neji stood stiffly across from the patriarch. Hiashi looked at him softly and with that look Neji slightly relaxed.
"You've done nothing wrong nephew."

Even though that was said Neji was still tense. Seeing that there was no way Neji would relax without a good reason Hiashi just handed him the envelope.

Slowly taking the rectangle of paper from his uncle Neji opened it and fished out of letter.

Reading down his eyes widened with every word by the time he'd reached the bottom Neji's eyes were brightened with suppressed tears.

Looking up his carefully asked, "This c-came today?"

The hitch in his voice clearly apparent.

"Yes." the older man replied while stepping out and around the table to the silent teen. "You've done extremely well, son. Come here."

Neji stepped towards his uncle's open arms and sank into them. "I'm proud of you Neji..." He paused, "...and your father would be also."

Lips pressed together with the mention of his dead father Neji's impending tears immediately leaked softy under his eyelids. He couldn't find the right words to describe his emotions so only he could do was to half whisper, "Arigato gozaimasu Oji-sama."

Pulling back Neji turned away and said, "Uncle, do...do you mind if I go to Sasuke's. I mean he made me promise that the minute I knew that I got endorsed I should tell him."

Hiashi slightly frowned. "Can't you do that over the phone?"

Neji shifted. "Yes uncle, but you know Sasuke, even if I tell him he's going to demand I show up."

Stalling the motion to roll his eyes about the Uchiha obsessive ways Hiashi relented. "Sure. And knowing him you might need to take a change of clothes and your uniform for tomorrow."

Surprised at the level of freedom given to him Neji smiled. "Thank you uncle."

With a swift stride Neji went back to his room and grabbed a bag, shoved some clothes in (god knows what they were) took out a pressed uniform from his closet and grabbing everything went to the garage and after hanging the uniform in the back he drove off.

The Uchiha Mansion. 5:55 p.m.

Neji pulled up to the front door and hopped out of the front door. Knocking on the wood he was bouncing on the balls of his feet to be admitted and share the news with Sasuke.

The door opened and Naoki greeted him. "Good evening Hyuuga-san, may I help you."

"Sasuke is in his room, right?"

Her eyes widened for a second just before she shook her head. "I'm sorry Hyuuga-san, young master Uchiha isn't here."

Sable brows furrowed slightly. "That's weird. Did he say why?"

"He mentioned something about a a project with the Aburame boy." came a voice from the stairway.

Neji looked up at the kind face of Mikoto Uchiha.

He was even more confused now. "Project Mikoto-san?"

She looked away for a second. "Something about biology, I think."
Thinking hard he wasn't aware of any biology project assigned to them and then instantly Neji realized that Sasuke had used that as an excuse to do something else.

He wasn't going to make them any wiser though.

Forging a disbelieving huff Neji snorted. "I can't believe I forgot about that."

"Isn't it a group assignment?" Mikoto asked.

"Oh no Mi-, Kaa-san...It's done in pairs and the tasks are varied. Mine was to map the stages of putrefaction, mostly book work. I think Sasuke's was practical."

Her eyes lightened. "Okay. Do you want to stay until he comes back? We could have tea."

"Oh no. I'll just see if I can join them. But thank you for the offer."

"Okay, Neji-kun." Mikoto's musical voice trailed after him. "Drive safe."

Inside his car Neji placed a call to Sasuke, ninety percent sure of where he was.

"Yes?"

Neji squinted. Sasuke sounded extremely tired.

"Sasuke?" He asked, "You okay? Should I call the police or something?"

Sasuke snickered. "No. But an ambulance night be more appropriate."

"Oh come on." was a dim protest. "I didn't hurt you that bad."

Neji couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"That's because you level of 'bad' is 'destruction' to others baka."

"Then you should have told me to stop."

Neji was getting increasing uncomfortable with what he was hearing.

"Umm Sasuke, you're clearly occupied and I think that I'm going to go. Call me when you're...done doing whatever...and by the way, you owe me."

"Yeah, sure." came the Uchiha's distracted voice.

Hanging up Neji could only come up with one more option and it was the perfect one . Turning the car around he drove.

Gaara had just finished an intense personal training session when he heard a car pull up outside. By the sounds of the engine he knew who it was. Not even caring about the fact that he was soaked with sweat Gaara yanked open the door and in seconds a body slammed into his.

Neji's back immediately met the wall with a shirtless Gaara pressing into him. The hunger that devoured the both of them seemed to pulse in the air. Neji's shirt was discarded in a flurry, flung to some corner of the room.

And then they were in the bedroom, Neji was on his back now, his body pressed down in the silky sheets with Gaara's overheated body pressing onto him.

A hot mouth found his belly as lips ran over his stomach and a slick tongue mercilessly assaulted his navel, thrusting in and put in a cruel precursor of what another part of Gaara's body wanted to do to the one below him.

"Ahhhhh!" Neji gasped as sharp teeth bit into the skin just below his navel and his hand fisted into red locks.

His pants were gone and Gaara was over him. Neji could feel his engorged dick pressing into his inner leg, leaking copiously.

"Fuck me." Neji ordered.

His answer was a blistering kiss and a "Hold on.".

...

10:58 p.m..

His throat felt rough. Neji had woken up with a strange dry and rough sensation in the back of his throat.

Then he remembered and blushed. Gaara had given him his first lesson in deep throating. Shifting he moaned. He was also so tender he wondered if he could even manage to walk.

Then the blush deepened across his face while remembering the various positions they had gone through. To his novice mind it seemed like Gaara had gone through the entire Kama Sutra with him.

Looking around it seemed like his lover was absent. Sitting up he grabbed a shirt and pulled it on and managed to get into a pair of sweats that were on the floor.

Walking out he went to the bathroom to splashed some water on his face and found a elastic band managed to tie his hair back.

Finding the kitchen Neji poured himself a glass of tap water still wondering where Gaara was.

Then turning away he bumped into a table and saw the note on it. "I'll be back. Pharmacy run."
Eyebrows contracting Neji wondered what was happening for Gaara to go get medicine this late. Returning to the bedroom he, went to open a window and then noticed a door he hadn't seen before.

It was made of black metal and looked incongruous with the whole decor of the room . Curious and wondering what was behind it Neji pushed the handle and stepped in.

One step inside he froze.

The first thing Neji noticed was the walls; deep maroon red, blood red , like Gaara's hair, the second was the scent; musky leather and wood with an faint antiseptic citrus smell.

In one corner of the room was a scone light emitting an ambient glow over a large wooden 'X' fastened under it.

On the far wall, each having its own hook, were an assortment of paddles, whips and riding crops. Beside the door stood a huge stainless steel chest of drawers, each drawer looking slim.

In the far corner sat a padded bench it's base made of same steel and fixed to the wall beside it was a metal rack tier holding canes of varying lengths and widths.

But what dominated the room was the bed. It's looked like someone fused a nineteenth century king-sized bed with a modernist steel frame.

Even with its metal frame it had a canopy where more gleaming chains and cuffs rested.

The bedding was thick downy spreads and cotton cushions. Still frozen Neji glanced up to stare at the ceiling. There were karabiners all over the inner roof at odd intervals.

Neji thought processes had came to a jerking halt.

Was this...was this Gaara's version of hearts and roses?

Then, trembling he remembered, 'What if I wasn't, what would you do, tie me up and flog me?'

'Oh baby , you don't know the half of it, don't tempt me."

Neji immediately felt Gaara's presence behind him knew that if he faced him his expression would be completely hypnotized though Neji walked further into the room and hesitatingly touched a brown suede thing that had fails like a small cat-of-nine-tails but bushier with very small plastic beads on the end.

Neji was numb. What was the appropriate response to finding out that your lover was a sadist...a masochist...a deviant?

"Neji..." Gaara softy trailed off , his voice deceptively soft. "Say something...please..."

Neji turned to face him, eyes running over the extra pale face. "Gaara wha-"

TBC...

Finally got this out...next chapter of Drafted coming soon..