Title: Shades
Pairing: Gaa/Neji … and Naru/Sasu (kinda blatant now, huh... )
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'm still referencing the actual novel people, but I've added stuff too.
Some of the terms in here are real and some are from my imagination. I don't know much about BDSM, but by research and some pointers from , I think I've passed.
Looonngg overdue. I'm sorry guys, I've been so busy starting my freelancing career on UpWork that I've totally delayed this. My apologies for my faithful readers. Un-beta'd.
MATURE CONTENT NC-17
Song: "What Are You Waiting For." Nickleback
Chapter 13: 360° Degrees
Are you waiting on a lightning strike?
Are you waiting for the perfect night?
Are you waiting 'til the time is right?
What are you waiting for?
Previously...
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-"
Presently.
" - is all this?"
Green eyes closed in tentative relief. Gaara had been bracing himself for Neji to back up, eyes trembling before he ran; but he was still there, standing before him, admittedly uneasily but he was still there.
More than he could have expected.
"Neji... please come here."
But Neji refused, shaking his head. "Answer me Gaara."
The 'please' wasn't said but it was clearly there, brimming in his eyes; begging for an explanation.
Damn it. The Sabaku cursed internally.
This wasn't a conversation he wanted to have under these circumstances. It was way too soon.
By the way Neji was standing it indicated he wasn't going to move until Gaara gave him a viable explanation.
"This is me... I'm a dominant, baby."
"What does that mean?" Neji asked in a half whisper.
Damn it again.
"It means that I love having control over my partners who willingly surrender themselves to me."
"... Surrender themselves to you... in what... everything? "
"...Yes."
"How... why?"
Gaara grimaced this time. How was he going to explain the issues of an abused teenager, a lonely, desperate soul, self-destructive anger and a lost, floundering and confused mind? How was he going to explain Anko, the club... his life?
Once again he tried. "Neji, please. This isn't something that I want to tell you...not in here."
Tentatively Neji, after glancing around the room once more, approached the outstretched hand and took it. He was softly led to sectional couch in the living room.
Gaara placed the small tube he had been carrying on the table first, then sat and pulled Neji onto him. Wrapping his arms around the Hyuuga's trim waist Gaara buried his face in Neji's hair, his hands trailing over a tense back.
"It started from I was about seventeen. Remember I escaped from the foster home at eleven... after that I ran with street rats and gangs. I'm not going to lie baby, I did some very wrong things in those years of my life. I stole, got drunk, brawled, and cheated people...I was a malicious son of a bitch, I was on the road to destruction ... before I met Anko."
Neji stared Gaara in the eyes. "Anko...wasn't she the one who got you into the..."
"Yes..." Gaara affirmed while internally dreading the next reaction. "...she also was a Dominatrix."
Neji's eyes widened. "What! Are you telling me the she abused you?"
Gaara couldn't decide which he was more pleased with; the righteous anger in Neji's eyes or the fact that he still hadn't ran.
"She didn't abuse me...in fact she sort of saved my life."
"How?" Grey eyes narrowed in confusion.
"She made me her sub for two years."
At that Neji went still. "But... but. .. you were seventeen...a minor...did she know?"
"She knew everything."
"Then why did you allow her to..."
"Beat me." Gaara supplied.
Neji nodded, not having the bravery to utter those words.
"Simple Neji. I needed it...and we call it 'discipline' not 'abuse'."
"I'm confused...why?"
"Discipline is geared towards getting the subject's mind's settled, abuse is destroying it. I allowed her to discipline me because at that time I was way over my head..." He paused, "...I was suicidal."
Neji froze, shock in his eyes. "Please...please tell me you didn't."
"Twice. Both times I failed."
Even though they didn't fall it was clear that tears were brimming at the corners of Neji's eyes. A thumb massage just under a grey orb.
"I was so depressed that one night I took a kni-"
Neji slammed his mouth on Gaara's, effectively cutting off the next words. The kiss was desperate, until Neji pulled back for air. "Please, don't."
The fear in those moonstone eyes made Gaara nod and move on.
"Anko, well, like I said, after she discovered my eidetic memory and after digging further into my background set me up for the most rewarding experiences in my life with my career. She then started on the emotional part of me. She taught me control, she taught me culture, she instilled in me a level of self worth and dignity. She taught me to appreciate others, she made me set my own boundaries and challenged me to live up to them. She gave me a new lease on life baby."
"...and she had sex with you."
"That too."
"Were you gay before or after she took you in?"
"I was. I just didn't know how to act on it. That was one of the underlying causes of the self destruction. I would find myself noticing the shape of a guys mouth or his deep laughter and got angry with myself, thinking I was a freak..."
"Where did you have... sex?"
"Mostly at the club Amnesia or at the dungeon in her house."
"How did she get awa- I mean did she have more," he swallowed, "subs before you... was she even married?"
"Yes, to both."
"But how... how did her husband deal with you and the rest?"
"First of all, Anko is a determined woman, she does whatever she wants and on the second he didn't actually deal with her... peculiarities... He left her."
"And you must have blamed yourself for that, didn't you...that she lost her husband because of you."
Gaara shrugged. "In the beginning, yes. There were times I did but then I learned that they were only together for convenience. She was a senior law officer, he was a politician. They got married for social networking. They didn't even have sex."
Neji went silent for a while.
"...You said you're a Dominant...that only meant that you've had submissives before...how much and... were they all men?"
"Two and no; they weren't both men."
Neji sat back slightly shocked. "A woman was involved with you?"
"Yes. I didn't have sex with her if that's what you were thinking. She just wanted structure...I gave her that."
"Structure?"
"Mental structure... Do you know that people in BDSM have more control over their lives, are more content and happy...Kayuki needed to feel that."
Wait. Hold on, Neji wasn't even sure that he had heard what he thought he had. "Kayuki...the multimillion actress?"
"Yes."
"How did you g- you know what, forget it... " Neji was wavering. He didn't know how to phrase his next words but somehow Gaara knew it.
"Neji, this isn't something I expect you to even think off..I didn't want you to know this side of me yet. "
"...But I know now." Neji replied softly. "Gaara I don't know what to think about...all this..."
Gaara closed his eyes. Neji was balking; that was expected, but what Gaara didn't dare expect was;"... But give me some time... Try me."
Gaara froze. There was no way he'd just heard that. "Neji...I'm not asking you to-"
"You're right." Neji smiled tentatively. ".. You didn't ask... I'm offering."
"...Why?"
"Because it's you...and I'm yours... Didn't I promise you that?"
Point.
"But Neji... This is on another level...I don't want to scare you."
Neji grasped Gaara's shirt. "Step by step, okay...just like the first time you made love to me."
Gaara was stunned. "You're sure."
"Yes."
"I want to make love to you right now."
Neji smiled. "Who's stopping you?"
Gaara smiled, "Nothing, but we have to do something first."
He got up and took Neji by the hand and guided him back to the room. Pushing door open he stepped one foot inside and hugged Neji to his chest, wrapping his arms around the Hyuuga's waist,"I call this my Red Room."
"Red...why, red?"
"A lot of reasons baby, red for lust, red for anger, red for pain. .. red for blood."
"Blood, why?"
"It has always been a part of my life." Gaara replied simply nodding to the cross on the wall. "Neji, if you really want to do this, forget everything you've heard about bondage, that it's for sadists or deviants who just want pain and torture people without limitations. That's wrong.
"Domination and submission is a system with an order based on three unbreakable maxims; safe, sane and consensual. Are you following me?"
Neji nodded.
"But under the maxims, each couple set their own rules, some are absolute and some are open for discussion and negotiation, but the fact is that the rules, what is accepted and what isn't. These rules benefit the both of us. When we set them and you follow to my satisfaction, I'll reward you, if you don't, I shall punish you."
Neji took a quick glance at the rack of floggers and whips. "That's why those are here."
"Yes." He confirmed with a smirk. "Everything action performed is a two-way street baby, the aim is to make us trust and respect each other. I'll trust you to follow my orders and you'll trust me to not damage you... and the more you submit, the greater the joy – it's a very simple equation."
"Okay, and what else do I get out of this?" Neji asked quietly.
"Joy, stability, security, protection and mind blowing pleasure." Gaara replied simply.
Neji just looked at him.
"... And me." Gaara finished softly.
" Rules... like?" Neji wondered softly
"... It's very technical... Let's go back to the living room do I can tell you... I can't concentrate with you in here."
Gaara said directing his lover out of the room. At the door Neji paused to take one more look inside remembering in the alley when Gaara had said that he was dangerous.
'This is what he meant.' Neji realized.
Back in the living room Gaara looked him dead in the eyes. "Do you really want to do this...do you want... me?"
Neji placed his lips on Gaara's and whispered. "Yes."
A look of relief. "I know this is a lot to take in but believe me when I say that I will never break you. "
His green eyes were steady and Neji knew he was speaking the truth. Yes, he was curious about the rules but he wanted something else first.
"I remember something about you making love to me." Neji whispered.
Silently Gaara took his hand and walked them both in the bedroom.
Kohonagakure Academy. Before class...
"Okay..." Sasuke's head tilted forward. "... What the hell is wrong with you now?"
"Why do you think something's wrong." Neji dared trying hard to not let his real emotions show.
"Because I know you and that," Sasuke gestured at his face while leaning in. "Says that something is fucking wrong. So, I'm going to ask once more, what did he do to screw you over ...aside from you fucking you clear to the moon, that is."
Cinnamon tendrils slipped over his face. Should he tell or not? He sighed. Sasuke was going to dig it out of him one way or another, so he told.
He mumbled something.
Black eyes rolled. "Speak up sweetheart, I can't hear you."
"He's into BDSM." Neji mumbled so quietly that he barely heard himself speak.
Silence.
More silence...
Even more silence...
Neji hazarded a look up to see Sasuke's eyes closed, nostrils flared and an unusual red tint on his face.
"Sasuke?" Neji asked slight confused. "What's wrong?"
Black eyes finally opened. Neji couldn't process the emotion in them until Sasuke spoke. "Why the hell are you so fucking lucky?"
Wait. What?
Neji was utterly confused now. "Huh?"
"You, you goddamn lucky fucking innocent ungrateful bastard." Sasuke grated.
Neji still couldn't process what Sasuke was on about. "I don't follow."
Sasuke swore under his breath. "I can't believe this. You, tender sensitive you end up with something I've been literally begging to happen to me for years."
Neji thought for a moment then he had to force to realize. "You're into..."
"Tch." Sasuke snorted. "You're just noticing... I can't fucking believe this...but I'm guessing that you don't know how to handle it."
"Yes." Neji replied trying to assimilate the fact that Sasuke was into bondage.
"Did you see his toys?" Sasuke asked with a giddy ring to his voice.
"... Toys..." Neji thought. "... well he did have this huge wooden cross."
Black eyes flew open. "Is is shaped like this?" Sasuke made a 'X' with his fingers.
Neji nodded.
Sasuke gave an aroused sigh. "That's a St. Andrews cross… What else?"
"He had racks with whips and flogs and huge bed with carabineers over it... "
Sasuke groaned head back." Suspension play, fuck...what else?"
Neji thought hard. "There was this bench, made of steel and looked like it was bound with brown leather...it had chains on the legs and c-"
"Oh god." Sasuke twitched eyes closed. "A whipping bench...ugh."
"Sasuke are you-"
"Having a mental orgasm, yes." The Uchiha responded blatantly.
"Sasuke I do-"
The Uchiha held up a hand. "Does he have a se-"
The bell rang and Sasuke cursed, "After class. Do. Not. Move."
During Class Time...Academy Roof...
"Now tell me everything." Sasuke demanded.
Neji looked around apprehensively at the water tank on the roof. "You do know we're cutting class, right?"
"Cutting class can kiss my ass." Sasuke sneered. "They don't have the balls to even give us detention so if you're scared getting suspended, trust me it won't happen, so spill. Now. "
Neji paused for a moment. "Yesterday I went over to your house to give you the news that the Armarshi firm just gave me their endorsement-"
Sasuke's eyes popped open but he didn't interrupt.
"I found out you weren't there and after spinning some tale about you and Shino doing some Bio project, which you owe me by the way, I left to go to Gaara's."
Sasuke huffed. "Yeah, that's another thing I'll have to clarify with my mother but go on."
"We..." He trailed off slightly blushing. "...well you know.."
"Awww," Sasuke teased. "So sweet. You still can't say 'fucked', 'screwed', 'banged my hea-"
"Okay." Neji's eyes rolled. "I get it."
"So when did you find out about him... his other life?"
A sigh. "I woke up about two in the morning and he wasn't there... I started to walk around the house and saw an unlocked door, attached to his bedroom and there was... everything..."
Neji's eyes were spaced out with the memory. "... He came back... we talked... he told me how he got into it... the... lifestyle, how it was his boss that got him into it and that she wa-"
"Wait!" Sasuke cut in. "Hold the hell on... She?"
"His boss at the police station."
"Name?"
"I just know her first name, it's Anko."
Neji stepped back when Sasuke burst out laughing, grabbing his lower stomach.
"Oh. My. God!" Sasuke guffawed. "I always knew she had a dick on the inside."
"You know her?" Neji asked.
"Who in the security sector doesn't know about Anko Mitarashi?"
Neji shrugged. "I don't."
"That's because you have no life out of...you know, that's bullshit. Right now, you my friend have shot up to the top of the food chain."
Pushing a tendril of hair behind an ear, Neji shrugged. "I don't see the res-"
His phone beeped. It was a message, he read it out loud. "Check your email."
"Huh?" Sasuke asked peering over Neji's shoulder. "Why?"
Neji's back rested against a water tank. "This morning he told me rules... That every BDSM relationship has rules...I'm guessing he just sent me those."
"Gimme." Sasuke implore bouncing on his feet like a giddy child. "I want to see."
Feeling possessive and slightly sadistic Neji just pocketed the phone. "No."
Sasuke literally (and Neji nearly had a heart attack) pouted. "Mean ass twink."
"I can't believe you're acting like a three-year-old who just got denied cake."
"Whatever." Sasuke huffed. I bet there's something about kink in there like food sex or something."
Neji went still. "You have sex with food?"
Sasuke shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, if you're desperate and there's no dildo, a good-sized cucumber ca-"
Neji slammed both palms over his ears.
After a second Neji peeked to see Sasuke bent over, laughing so hard he looked like he was hacking up a lung.
"Fuck! You're so easy to bait." Sasuke laughed. "But yes, food does have its role in sex. Do me a favour, when you download that document, let me see it."
Neji nodded. "Sure."
Phone conversation.
"...How much do you have?" A soft voice asked.
"... Enough to reveal everything." A deeper, rugged one replied.
".. Even proof from his house?"
A chuckle. "I've never gone that close...but what I have is enough... and ..."
"Yes... him too... His own dirty little secret is going to come out. "
The first voice paused.
"... It seemed to me that you're having second thoughts... Are you ?"
Another long pause. "...No... It needs to be done. They won't be truly happy living in secret... This has to happen. They'll hate me for a while and I can deal with it but they're going to thank me in the end... Just wait till I give you the order to print."
"Yes, ma'am."
The Hyuuga Compound, Neji's Room.
At home Neji changed out of the stifling uniform then went to the kitchen and the pantry to liberate a bag of chips and a soda. He, mostly a holistic food eater, sporadically, had cravings for junk.
Back in his room now he accessed his email and opened Gaara's message.
'Neji,
This is a NDA contract used with Dom-sub relationships. I've modified it to you and I hope you will read it carefully. I know you're an aspiring lawyer so you'll have no problems understanding all the terms, and if you want to negotiate, I'll oblige you… in fact, I look forward to it, probably during that fight you promised me'.
Neji softly laughed at the last sentence and clicked on the attachment.
Looking at the downloaded file blinking at the bottom of his engine he steeled himself and opened it.
'CONTRACT BETWEEN Mr. Sabaku Gaara of 54'th Street, Industrial Sector Kohonagakure. ("The Dominant")
And,
Mr. Hyuuga Neji of Acres 50, The Hyuuga Compound, Kohonagakure ("The Submissive")
Made this day_ of 2016 ("The Commencement Date")
THE PARTIES AGREE AS FOLLOWS
Terms 1: The following outlines the terms of a binding contract between the Dominant and the Submissive.
Terms 2: The primary purpose of this contract is to allow the submissive the opportunity to explore his sensuality and his limits safely, with due respect and regard for his needs, limits and his wellbeing.
By the signing of this contract both the Dominant and submissive enter into this agreement on the Commencement Date fully aware of its details and endeavour to abide by its conditions without exception effective for the period of three calendar months from the Commencement Date to the Expiry Date.
At the expiry of the term, either or both parties may propose an extension of this contract subject to adjustments to its terms, or to the arrangements made under it.
In the absence of agreement to such extension this contract shall terminate and both parties shall be free to resume their lives separately.'
Three months...wow.
Neji paused, to scroll down through the document. It was seven pages long, appendices included, and Gaara was right, the terminology was technical.
It began with a legal definition of both terms, the Dominant and the submissive articulating that the Dominant has full responsibility for the wellbeing and the proper training, guidance, discipline, health and protection of the submissive. That the Dominant shall decide the nature of such training, guidance, and discipline and if at any time the Dominant should fail to keep to the agreed terms, limitations and safety procedures set out in this contract the submissive is entitled to terminate this agreement forthwith and to leave the service of the Dominant without notice.
During the definition lines like ' the Dominant accepts the submissive as his; to own, control, dominate and discipline' and 'The Dominant may use the submissive's body at any time he deems fit, sexually or otherwise' jumped out at Neji.
And lines like, 'the submissive accepts the Dominant as his master, knowing that he is now the property of the Dominant, to be dealt with as the Dominant pleases', 'the submissive shall obey the rules below' and 'the submissive shall serve the Dominant in any way the Dominant sees fit and shall endeavour to please the Dominant at all times to the best of his ability' and lastly 'the submissive shall take all measures necessary to maintain his good health and shall seek medical attention whenever needed, keeping the Dominant informed at all times of any health issues that may arise'
Orders like 'the submissive shall not touch or pleasure himself sexually without permission from the Dominant' and, 'the submissive shall accept all methods of discipline the Dominant should decide to administer, without hesitation, enquiry or complaint.'
Neji closed his eyes and breathed. Beatings...could he really do this?
Then the warm feeling in his gut spiraled. He loved Gaara, so yes, he could do it.
Then came the rules;
RULES:
'Obedience: The submissive, (here Neji really noted the small 's'), will obey all instructions given by the Dominant immediately without hesitation or reservation. The submissive will agree to any sexual activity deemed fit and pleasurable by the Dominant at any time and any place ordered excepting those activities outlined in Hard Limits.
Sleep: The submissive will ensure that he attains an average of seven hours sleep every night when he is not with the Dominant.
Food: The submissive is ordered to maintain his health by consuming at last five of the recommended foods in the list detailed within per weekly for optimal health. (see Appendix 4).The submissive is only allowed to snack between meals on sweet items to regulate his blood sugar.
Neji both shook his head and smiled. He had no problems with that order.
Clothes: During the term, the submissive can wear his own clothing, dressed modestly and not exhibiting much skin. If the clothing items are not approved by the Dominant, a new wardrobe, with sufficient coverage will be provided immediately.'.
Neji reread that then smiled. He should have guessed that Gaara had issues with people seeing his skin.
'With the exception of club scenes which the clothes demanded by the event will be provided by the Dominant.
During cold seasons the submissive is ORDERED to dress in a way to prevent contracting colds, flu and other respiratory illnesses.
Jewellery: The submissive is ONLY allowed to wear jewellery given by Dominant. Tags, collars, earrings, piercings etc. All will be provided by the Dominant with his signature seal.'
That just cemented Neji's notion of Gaara's possessiveness but then he paused, collars? What?
The list went on to include,
'Exercise; at least four times a week.
Personal Hygiene/Beauty;a list of directions, including grooming guidelines for clean skin and hair.
Personal Safety; which detailed no excessive drinking, smoking recreational drugs etc, (like Gaara didn't know he wasn't into those already) and Personal Behaviour; absolute politeness and difference to the Dominant, knowing that his attitude and behaviour is a direct reflection on the Dominant.'
And then he came to this,
'Provision of Safe words; The Dominant will provide the submissive with safe words, described below, words that will make the Dominant know the submissive's state of being. The safe word "Sky" will be used to bring to the attention of the Dominant that the submissive is close to his limit of endurance.
The Safe word ,"Sand" will be used to bring to the attention of the Dominant that the submissive cannot tolerate any further demands. When this word is said the Dominant's action will cease completely with immediate effect.'
Neji stopped, making sure he understood what he'd just read. Gaara was providing him with a way to cop out. Making a mental note to come back to that at a later time Neji flipped to the last page, the Hard Limits.
'Hard Limits
No acts that might leave any permanent marks on the skin, including fire cupping, burning, branding, cutting, tattooing, etc.
No intense impact that damages organs including blinding, scalping or bloodletting.
Neji had to pause and reread that sentence. Did some people really include those in sex?
No acts involving urination or defecation and the products thereof.'
Neji literally shuddered at that one. If this was mentioned, the only assumption was that people partook in it. Neji couldn't fathom what on earth would make anyone include bodily excrement into something that should be sensual.
'No acts involving medical instruments.
No acts involving children or animals.
No acts involving breaking of bones or body disfigurement.
No acts involving breath deprivation or suffocation.
Neji grabbed a pen. He needed to jot down his thoughts.
No activity that involves the direct contact of electricity to the body.'
Neji skimmed down and found a list of other Limits that had the word 'Soft' before it.
Activities that included toys like dildos, vibrators and plugs, physical actions like suspension, masturbation, fellatio and swallowing were mentions of methods of punishment/discipline including spanking, paddling, whipping, nipple clamps, ice play, suspension even hot wax.
A small shudder went through him at the thought of being flogged or whipped. And about being tied up? Well, Neji reflected on the night when Gaara had tied his hands together. Well...a shiver went through him…. well it...it had been really fucking hot.
He read through the list of food items and smiled slightly to himself, everything on the list was organic and natural. Just his preference.
Then Neji, despite Gaara's orders to ignore what he had heard about BDSM relationships, wondered if what he was reading was like any other contracts.
Curious he pulled up a search engine and searched for a typical BDSM contract.
He came up with nothing and snorted to himself. He should have expected that. BDSM wasn't typical so why should anything in it be.
Thinking for a moment he put his engine into incognito mode and steeled himself to search for BDSM forums and found one called the "LockBox'.
It was more like a biography page than discussion one.
He read statements, mostly from past subs who told of their experiences, like one woman said that she could never look directly into the eyes of her Dominant except when specifically instructed to do so or get punished if she disobeyed and another woman who said that she was ordered to keep her eyes cast down and maintain a quiet and respectful bearing in the presence of her Dominant.
There was this recount by someone named 'wolfgang', who Neji assumed was male who said that the only way to address the Dominant was by Sir or Master.'
Neji was then affirmed in his suspicious that this wasn't a typical contract. There was nothing in this contract that ordered him to do anything like that.
By the time Neji had gone through the entire thing it was nearly midnight.
The last thing Neji's tired eyes took in was; 'No acts involving other parties will be allowed unless agreed by both the Dominant and the submissive.'
Exclusiveness, Gaara wasn't going to cheat on him or force him to have sex with other people. A part of him that he hadn't known was tense, settled on that assurance. He was about to close the document but then remembered Sasuke's request to see it and with a few clicks forwarded the message to the Uchiha and halfway asleep changed into pyjamas and utterly crashed.
The Uchiha Mansion. 1:06 a.m
Sasuke stared at the ceiling above him and sighed. About two hours had passed after he'd read the email Neji had sent him and ten seconds into reading the message he had to laugh mockingly to himself.
Neji was so fucking lucky and he didn't even know how much.
The day he had sent Neji to collect those medication for him had to be the best day of Neji's life and turned out to be the most torturous of his.
Oh how he wished he was in Neji's place now, on the brink of getting his hearts desire. Visions of himself strapped down, handcuffed, blindfolded, hot wax dripping down his body slithered though his mind like snakes.
Flipping on his stomach Sasuke wondered if he'd got into the same predicament Neji had gotten into, would he have gone through with it, even without knowing he was going to hit the jackpot?
Then a vision of a blond with permanent bed head ran through his mind.
Naruto.
Would he give over what he needed for something he wanted?
Naruto wasn't into bondage. Yes, he knew about Sasuke's predilection for pain and sometimes indulged him, but wasn't the type to go a hundred percent into BDSM... and Sasuke wasn't going to force him into it.
Naruto gave him less of what he wanted but more of what he needed... And that was the most important thing.
The Hyuuga Compound. Breakfast.
Neji didn't realise that he was putting more sugar in his tea than needed because the majority of his mental faculties was focused on what he had read last night.
It was just him and Hinata at the long dining table and he knew his cousin was trying to have a conversation with him but Neji, so caught up on his mind, could only give two to three word answers.
His cell beeped. He looked at the device and saw a message from Sasuke.
"Excuse me, Hinata-itoko."
Accessing the message, he read. 'What did you say?'
Neji grimaced. 'I haven't replied yet.'
He was about to put the phone down when it rang.
"Hel-"
"Are you fucking crazy?" Sasuke snarled. "What the hell are you waiting for?"
"Huh?"
"Neji, what the hell is wrong with you? You only live once damn it! Grab the goddamn wheel and steer for once in your life. Take a leap of faith for fucks sake. Tell him yes, damn it!"
"Sasuke, it's complicated f-"
"Complicated my ass." Sasuke swore. "I've read everything in that contract. What's so complicated about having to submit to a fucking hot badb... he stopped. "...you're scared."
"... Yes."
"Neji, it's your life." Sasuke said a little softer. "Don't you want to live it?... A chance like comes once in a lifetime. I've seen you...How he makes you feel...and if I'm right, he feels the same way... you might have doubts but if it feels right… make this decision only because you want to."
Neji let out a sigh. "... You'd have made the decision a long time ago, right."
"Hell yes." Sasuke pronounced. "Five seconds into the contract I'd have said, 'fuck yes'."
Neji smiled at his cousin emotion. "...You're right."
"Of course I'm right. And besides, there's a clause that you can use to just leave... Warning though... If you do this, commit to him and he disappoints you- I'll kill him." Sasuke's words were offhand.
Neji had no doubt that he'd do it too.
"Thanks Sasuke."
"You're welcome, fucking lucky twink. Now hurry up, we have goddamn Ibiki first period."
Neji chuckled and hung up. Hinata peered at him.
"What was that ?"
Facing his cousin he smiled. "It was Sasuke just giving me some advice."
"Oh." Hinata smiled. "That's good."
Neji nodded and from that paid attention to his cousin until it was time to go to leave.
Anbu Corp. Kohonagakure.
"Are you that inane?" Gaara snarled to young operative grabbing the protomic pulse grenade and pushed it into her face. "Putting this anywhere near a place with a fault line would create an sinkhole the size of the Toshima island!"
The girl, admittedly a smart, engineering intern trembled at the scathing tone of Gaara's voice. Even though scared she still had the determination to counteract his argument.
"But if the blast field is controlled by a perimeter of counteraction pulses, it can work."
"Really." Gaara sneered. "And say it's a blitz mission, how the hell would you get time to place those pulses, hmm?"
"There could be a stealth team who can place them at the target field." She, Ami argued.
"And have time to perfect the ratio, right."
"The technology to increase the level of cancellation in the negati-"
Gaara couldn't take it anymore and snapped. "Negation squares don't work that way you fucking idiot! You try-"
"Sabaku!" Green shouted from his office. "Take a walk, NOW!"
Stopping Gaara stepped back from the girl's face and flicked the grenade towards her. She flinched.
"You're young. The moment you get into a firefight, you'll see. Experience beats theory, every time. Remember that."
Grabbing his jacket Gaara walked out of the room rifling in his pocket for his Marlboros. He knew his attitude was just nasty but damn it, he was on edge.
He'd sent the NDA to Neji seventeen hours ago and seventeen hours, ten minutes and thirty something seconds later, and there was no reply.
Fears of Neji telling him goodbye like the last time he'd gotten scared made Gaara tremble under his skin and because he didn't show it as worry it all came out in agitation.
Liberating a cigarette he lit it up and breathed in the soothing menthol. Eyes closed against the wall he remembered the moment Neji had said to 'try him'.
In that moment Gaara had been both elated and indecisive.
If he did what he'd been wanting to do from the first time he'd seen the boy, there was no question that Neji would run. There was no way he'd get away with strapping the Hyuuga down on a bondage bed.
If Neji agreed to the contract he'd have to take it slow at first; step by step, just like what Anko had done for him years ago. Slowly. That was the only way.
Starting with low intensity, simple scenes, in an environment where there was no pressure, so the club was definitely out.
Gaara heard the door open. He didn't have to turn to know it was Juugo.
The large man leaned beside him silently.
Gaara sighed. There was no way Juugo was going to talk without being prompted first.
"Go ahead." Gaara said softly. "Just ask why I'm being an ass."
"I don't have to." His long-time friend replied. "It's that boy of yours. Honestly Gaara, I've seen you with the two others and even with the random tricks at the club... but this one... he's got you tied up."
Green eyes closed. "I really don't have to say anything, do I... you've got it all figured out."
"... Wow." Juugo said with a tone of wonder in his voice. "Never thought I'd see the day. Fuck 'em and flee, Gaara in love."
Gaara shoved him. "When have you ever seen me flee?"
"You're right. You don't run, you do the Houdini act." Juugo teased.
"You asshole." Gaara returned a hint of smile tugging at his lips before sobering. "But yeah... It's him."
"What did you do?" Juugo inquired.
"I sent him...it."
Juugo took a minute to wonder what Gaara was talking about, then it hit. Like a lighting bolt.
"You sent him the..." Juugo's eyes popped. "The..."
"The contract. Yes."
"But Gaara, I thought you said i-"
"It take a miracle before I gave the door to my soul to anyone...yeah, it shocked me too."
"The two you had before... It was the club that assigned you them. You didn't choose them, right."
"The club's contract services, yes."
"... But this is... just you."
Green eyes lowered. "Yeah, me. Screwed upped, messed upped, fifty shaded of fucked-up, Gaara."
"But he's changed you..."
Gaara's lips twitched. Change; that was an understatement.
"Would you believe me if I told you that the first time I've slept more than three hours was after we had sex?"
Under the tender tone Gaara used to talk with, Juugo said to himself, 'You didn't have sex...you made love to him.'
"...I don't know what to say." Juugo said honestly.
"Then don't say anything... just wish me luck."
Juugo got up and placed a hand on Gaara's shoulder. "No problem Gaara."
Kohonagakure Academy. School's Parking Lot.
Neji learned on his car's passenger door, phone in hand absently worrying his lip.
Sasuke's words from this morning were resounding in his head like a persistent mantra and he was going to listen to them.
Breathing deeply, he placed the call. With each ring his anxiety grew to the point he contemplated aborting the whole thing altogether and it was in that second Gaara answered.
"Neji, before you say anything, believe me when I say I'm eternally sorry for t-"
"Yes." Neji cut in.
Silence.
"... Neji... What are you saying?"
Each word was spoken slowly and with a hint of unbelief.
Neji smiled. "I'm saying yes, to everything Gaara... Just no broccoli."
Gaara released a breath. "What?"
"You're food list, no broccoli. I hate that vegetable."
"Oh." Gaara replied, still stunned. "You're sure."
"Yes, Gaara. I am..."
"Neji..."
"Gaara..." Neji hesitated for a second. " ...I have a cabin in Kohona heights, if I get clearance, would you meet me there tonight?"
"I'll meet you anywhere you need me, Neji."
The Hyuuga mentally sighed in relief." If I get through I'll send you the directions okay...I just want to talk with you about it... all."
"No problem, baby, say the word, I'll be there."
"Thank you and...goodbye Gaara."
Head back on the car's roof Neji smiled to himself.
"So, I'm guessing you said yes."
Sasuke's voice materialised from his left. Barely shifting his head to look at the Uchiha Neji nodded.
"Good." Sasuke smiled.
Straightening up Neji faced his cousin. "Sasuke, why are you so...immersed in this?"
Black eyes dimmed slightly before walking away. "Because you, at least, have a chance at freedom."
Gaara started into space, still not fully believing that Neji had just agreed.
If he was to meet Neji at his cabin tonight there was no questions about it, after the 'talk', they were going to have sex.
Maybe this is where the simple introduction came in...snd speaking of simple he raised his cell phone back to his ear and dialled a number.
"Mosh?"
"Akio... I need to order something and I need it in five hours, a rush job."
"Sure, what is it Sabaku? "
"I need a silver tag, made by the purest silver with my 'Ai' seal on it..."
The Hyuuga Compound. 5:40 p.m.
Neji knocked on the door to his Uncle's study and patiently waited.
"Enter."
Settling himself he walked in to see his uncle with a strong furrowed between both eyes as he stared at the document before him.
One quick glance up before Hiashi's eyes returned to the file. "What is it nephew?"
"Oji-san, I'm asking permission to go to the cabin this weekend."
Graying brows lowered as he ticketed something off. "Why Neji?"
"I just want to mediate." Neji answered praying mentally that his uncle would oblige him.
"Is Sasuke going with you?"
"No, Uncle. It just me... I want some time by myself. May I?"
The elder Hyuuga looked at his brother's son for a moment. "It is your father's house, son. You have every right to going there whenever you want."
Neji shifted. "I know Uncle, I just didn't want to assume and leave and by doing so disrespect you."
Hiashi smiled at the boy's manners. "Yes, you may go."
Neji bowed. "Thank you, Uncle."
Gaara's Home…
His phone buzzed. Gaara opened the message, read the directions and smiled. Getting up he walked in to his Red Room. If this trip was going to be beneficial, he was going to need some things.
Cabin. Kohonagakure Heights. 8:30 p.m.
Neji sat in the cabin's dark cream sofa hunched over, his arms wrapped around himself and just staring at the flickering flames of the fire. His mind was spinning harder with every passing moment.
'... Submissive... Submissive... Submissive...'
The word replayed itself in his mind over and over again. Submission meant something had to give. He was going to give something up...but what exactly?
His body? His free will? His life? His future? His family? What?
His attuned ears heard the crunch of gravel and knew that Gaara was there. Breathing deeply he got up and moved to the door.
'Grab the goddamn wheel and steer for once in your life. Take a leap of faith for fucks sake.' Sasuke's words ran through his mind.
Three simple raps on the cabin's thick cedar wood door. Neji breathed once more and opened it.
Gaara was standing there, dressed in dark jeans and a simple white button down shirt, holding a bag. His riotous red hair looked like a hand had run through it a million times.
A thin eyebrow ticked up. Neji knew he was staring but couldn't break his gaze until Gaara captured his jaw and kissed him.
Neji reacted to that.
Pulling back, he softly said, "Come in."
Gaara stepped into the house, immediately his eyes started to map out the cabin's interior. The modest den with an attached kitchen and a door that could only lead to a bedroom.
The entire house was made of thick dark wood with lighter brown scrolling and panel inserts. The fireplace was made of basalt stones and gray marble with iron scones were on the wall.
"May I get you something to drink?" Neji asked nervously.
Gaara turned. "I've brought some wine. Do you have glasses?"
'He carried alcohol.' Neji thought. 'Liquid courage, I'm going to need that.'
"Yes, red or white?"
"White."
Neji nodded. "I'll be back. Just... make yourself comfortable."
Entering the kitchen Neji opened the cabinets and took out two white wine glasses. Returning to the main room he settled both glasses on the coffee table.
Gaara produced a bottle of Sancerre and filled both glasses halfway, handing one to Neji, his faerie fire eyes pinned the young Hyuuga.
Suddenly Neji's stomach was in knots. He could only take one sip of the wine.
Neji couldn't dare meet Gaara's eyes until a soft hand tilted his chin up. And there it was, that familiar electricity from him, it connected somewhere deep inside Neji and he calmed down.
"You're nervous. " Gaara said softly.
"Yes." Neji swallowed.
Gaara's thumb ran over Neji's bottom lip. "Me too, I've never done this before."
Neji was slightly confused. "Never done what before?"
"A relationship." The Sabaku answered. "I've never been in one."
" You didn't have a relationship with the... others? "
"A professional one but not a personal one."
"Why not?"
"Because it was all business."
Neji internalised that information. "So, how are we going to do this?"
Gaara placed his glass on the table, sat down and pulled Neji onto his lap. "Tell me what's scaring you."
"The contract says that I should follow your orders at every time...in every situation." Neji's words were hesitant.
"Neji, do you think I would coerce you into doing something you don't want to do, and then hold the contract over your head like the Sword of Damocles?" Gaara pressed.
Neji searched the eyes of the one he knew he loved. "... No."
"No, I wouldn't...but I have orders, mainly to be used in bed or at the club. Aside from that Neji there is nothing to fear from me. The contract only spells out what I would like from you and what you can expect from me."
"If you don't like it, then don't sign. If you do sign, and then decide it's too much, there are enough get-out clauses so you can walk away."
"I've said it before, you have to trust me. Trust me to know how far I can go with you, how far I can take you – if you can't be honest with me, then we really can't do this. Neji, do you trust me or not?"
His eyes were burning, fervent. Neji silently got off his lap and walked over to his satchel and took out a printed copy of the contract.
He returned to the waiting man, sat back on his lap and handed him the sheets looking him in the eyes.
Gaara, after a long second, broke the look, took the papers and spun to the last page.
Neji's signature was scrawled over the submissive line. Gaara simply took out a pen out of his pocket and added his signature to the Dominant section.
He then placed the papers on the table and pulled Neji onto him. "Thank you."
Neji could only silently nod but then found his voice. "You mentioned... bedroom orders... what are those like?"
A smirk tugged at Gaara's lips. "You want to know."
"Yes."
"Why?" Gaara's hand ran down Neji's spine.
"Because I want you to fuck me with them." Neji whispered.
Gaara's eyes lit up. "I'm going give six simple orders now. These are absolute but when I say anything else with this tone, it's an order to be obeyed."
Neji paused. "... Are you one of those who wants be called 'Sir' or 'Master'?"
Gaara smirked. "You've been doing some research, but no. I'm not one of those. Call me by my name."
Neji nodded.
"When I say 'silence', it means no talking. You cannot answer me even if I ask you a question."
"The second is 'kneel', that means you get on your knees immediately. The third is, 'open'. I'm going to put something in your mouth, it could be a gag, water, medicine or my dripping cock, you will open your mouth."
Neji swallowed. Gaara's voice had deepened to a half growl, authority pulsing with every word. Neji internal heat skyrocketed.
"The fourth is 'drink'. When I fuck your mouth and cum in it, you will swallow every drop of my cum without question. Understood?"
Neji nodded, he couldn't speak. The power in Gaara's voice made him speechless.
"And the fifth is 'move'. If I identify a place I want you to go, you will move immediately."
Neji nodded. "And what's the sixth?"
"Strip."
Neji paused, then silently got off Gaara's lap and slowly started to unbutton his shirt.
Button by button was pulled. Neji flexed his shoulders and allowed the shirt to slip off him to the ground.
Neji reached behind him and pulled out his hair tie and let the hair fan out around him.
Next he pulled the button on his jeans and stepped out of them. With every move Gaara's eyes darkened.
Fingers slipped under his boxer-briefs and tugged them off. Stepping out, totally naked, Neji looked up at Gaara.
The Sabaku reached out for his half full glass of wine and downed it, got up, crossed the floor, lifted Neji and carried him, bride style, the bedroom.
Neji was softly laid on the bed.
"Do you trust me?" Gaara breathed.
Neji nodded, wide-eyed, his heart kicking up to a steady beat, adrenaline laced blood rushing through his body.
Neji, naked, watched as Gaara pulled from his pocket a silk tie. It was green with a silver lining in the middle.
The tie that had held him fast the first time Gaara had fucked him.
"Arms up." Gaara ordered in a voice Neji had come to term his Dom voice.
Both arms up above his head Gaara sat on Neji's thighs and fastened both pale wrists together to the headboard.
"Silence." Gaara ordered.
After one tug to make sure the binds were secured Gaara stepped off the bed and moved to Neji's feet.
Trapping one foot in his grasp Gaara bit the inside Neji's sole before producing another tie and binding it to the beds base and repeated the action with the other foot.
Neji gasped. He was tied, strapped down to his bed like a starfish and dangerously aroused. Then he saw Gaara's eyes. The emerald orbs were burning. Neji felt a coil of hunger spiral though him as he watched Gaara move to stand besides the bed, his eyes dark with want.
Rough fingertips trailed over soft skin."Beautiful." he murmured.
"Gaa-"
One narrowed eyed look and Neji closed his mouth so fast his teeth clicked.
"You're biting your lip, Neji. Didn't I say that's my job... Nod twice if I'm right."
Neji bobbed his head two times.
Gaara placed two fingers over Neji's mouth. "Open."
Neji opened his mouth. "Suck baby."
Obediently Neji started suckling and laving them with saliva. Then the fingers turned to stroke over the delicate and sensitive roof of his mouth.
Neji arched, eyes closed nostrils flaring while he still sucked. With the arch of his body the fingers tickled the back of his throat. Neji's esophagus contacted but he still sucked.
"Good, Open."
Neji released the fingers, watching a thin trail of his glistening saliva going up with Gaara's fingers.
The wet digits trailed down Neji's chest, briefly circling a pebbled nipple to down over his leaking cock, slipped under and found his entrance.
"Open for me."
Neji breathed in and forced himself to relax and accept the fingers inside him. The first then the second, probing, prodding, stretching.
Neji groaned. He was so ready to feel Gaara in him. He was trembling as he he opened his eyes only to see that Gaara was still dressed. How could they have sex when one party was still clothed? He opened his mouth to ask when he remembered Gaara's rule of silence. So he bore it, the tortuous stretching, the prods to his prostate and the inner wall stroking.
His cock was red and turgid on his belly now and Neji was slowly losing his mind. Gaara had imprisoned his aching cock and was rubbing it in time with the finger fucking.
Tingles assaulted every nerve in his body and his stomach couldn't stop clenching. A warm sensation was rising in his gut now, Neji knew a massive orgasm was building in his body. He tried to control it. He didn't want to look like he had no stamina, but with every passing moment if seemed futile.
Still he tried...until two fingers pressed deep and Gaara swallowed his red cock in one move.
Neji screamed as the pleasure overload swamped his entire being. His breath was escaping from his body in short pants, his body gradually calming down after that orgasm. His eyes were closed and stomach softly clenching. He thought it was over until he felt something press against his entrance.
Dimly Neji opened his eye to see Gaara over him, still fully clothed. What was pushing inside him. Neji felt his sphincter open and close around a warm object.
Slowly the object breached him, stretching him inch by inch along the way. Then the tip of the thick plastic cock pressed against his prostate and Neji had never felt so full in his life.
A gut wrenching aroused moan slipped from his mouth. Through his eyelashes Neji saw a pleased looks on Gaara's face.
Pale lips mouthed at Neji's knee. "Breathe baby."
And then he flicked the switch. Neji screamed. The vibrations right against his prostate was merciless. Then something resurrected in his body, a sweet pain and a tight grip. Neji felt an even bigger orgasm was building in his body on already sensitive nerves. He trembled with fear, and his huge gray eyes showed it. Then the vibrations increased till Neji couldn't concentrate. A haze was descending on his mind and he cold only gasp, moan and shiver.
He felt the ties on feet being removed and, a second later the dildo was removed and warm, rock hard flesh replaced it. Gaara was buried to the hilt inside him. Arms braced beside Neji's head, his weight pressing Neji into the mattress. Neji eyes were begging Gaara to repeal the silence command.
"You may speak."
"Ahh, Gaara… please. I want to touch you. " Neji moaned, the fingers on both hands clenched.
"I know." Gaara murmured, kissing him while his hips flexed. "Fuck, you feel so good around me."
"I'm so full. " Neji whispered.
"What do you want, baby? How do you want me to fuck you?"
"Hard. " Neji begged. "Hard, Gaara. You don't have to hold back. I won't break, Gaara."
"I know." Gaara slid his hand over Neji's hips, angling them as he slowly started to deliver deep thrusts and loving how Neji was matching him with every move. "I know you can take it."
The pace picked up. Neji's fingers slid over sweat beaded pale shoulders blades, while green eyes watched the way Neji's own wet skin shimmered in the light.
Neji's knees cradled Gaara's body, holding him in place. Green and gray eyes met with equal force.
"Yes!" Neji arched his entire body as Gaara drove in to the hilt, burying himself deep as they both groaned.
Neji's fingers dug harshly into the Gaara's shoulders, his breathing harsh and shallow.
Gaara didn't hold back. He pulled out and slammed back in, loving the way Neji arched beneath him
"Fuck!" Gaara groaned hoarsely, as he pulled back and thrust in, wrapping one hand around Neji's cock and pumping harshly in time with his thrusts.
"Ahhh.. Gaara." Neji arched his back and shifted his knees further apart, letting his dominant get even deeper.
Gaara dipped his head to bite hard in Neji's neck.
Neji screamed Gaara's name just as he tightened around Gaara's cock like a vice. His orgasm hit him like lightning bolt. Gaara's entire body locked up as he released in the body below him, only hoping he wasn't bruising Neji with how tightly his fingers were digging into his skin.
Even though exhausted they clung to each other until Gaara slowly reached up and released Neji's hands, pulled out and flopped on the bed breathing in staccato pants. Neji wasn't sure how long they had been lying there when Gaara finally turned to him.
"How did I do?" Neji asked.
Gaara placed a solid kiss between his eyes, and pulled Neji into him. "Good, very good. I'm pleased."
After a moment Gaara got up and dug into his bag.
"Neji, sit up." Gaara ordered.
Raising his tired body off the bed he sat up to see Gaara holding something before him. It was a rawhide string with a small silver rectangle at the end.
Neji took the pendant are turned it. Engraved in the silver was the outline of the same tattoo on Gaara's forehead.
Ai. Love.
"I want you to wear this baby. Don't take it off."
"Is that... a collar...my collar?" Neji asked hesitantly.
"One of them, yes."
Neji took the necklace. "So, I'm officially yours now."
"Yes baby." Gaara said taking the necklace from him and placing it around his neck. "You're mine."
Neji felt something ephemeral had wrapped around him; seeming like spider webs but feeling like ropes of iron.
Grasping the necklace he breathed. It had begun.
A/N: Like I said at the top, I've been so busy trying to set myself up as a freelancer on UpWork. This is just for fun but if anyone reading this wants or knows of someone who needs a professional story written for them, please PM me.
Peace.
Prodigy.