Shades: Awakening
Pairing: Gaa/Neji and Naru/Sasu
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 honors 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 can't tell you how long I've wanted to get this out but I've been so busy on UpWork that I haven't had the time till now. Sorry guys.
Warning: Serious psycho-babble inside, especially about the nature of submissive.
Kohonagakure Academy; Second Period, 10:15 am.
The cold metal resting on Neji's chest was a constant reminder of what he was now.
A submissive.
A submissive to a man four years older than he was; a man who could be tougher than steel but whose touches were softer than silk.
A man named Sabaku Gaara.
It was just a pity how fitted his uniform was because Neji sorely wanted to just slip his hand under his shirt and grasp the silver tag in his hand; to feel the physical poof of their relationship.
In the back of his mind he knew that this wasn't fleeting or simple and even though he knew that Sasuke would scoff and dismiss it calf-eyed infatuation, Neji knew it was much more than that.
This feeling entrapped his very being to the lowest depths. There was no doubt that he had met the other half of his soul.
The bell signaling the end of the class rang through the air. Silently while packing up his materials he felt a slight vibration in his pocket. That had to be a message from Gaara.
In the hallway he slipped his phone out and accessed the message, it was one word; 'Ai.'
He smiled and halfway leaned on the wall beside him, still looking at the word.
"You lucky fucking duckling." Sasuke's voice materialized from over his shoulder.
Neji pocketed his phone and turned. "Why do you say that?"
In one simple move Sasuke tapped a place on his chest, right under his collar bone and bulls-eye on the small tag. "That's why."
Gray eyes widened slightly, "How did you know?"
"First period," Sasuke said simply, "If I had a hundred bucks for every time you raised your hand to your chest I'd be... well even richer."
Neji's head lowered slightly allowing some tendrils of his hair to fall over his face, "Do you think I'm moving too fast?"
"No." Sasuke replied turning to walk with him to the next class. "You're an adult Neji, it's your future… you have a right to make your own decisions."
The Hyuuga Compound. 4:31 p.m.
At home now Neji, after changing out of his stifling school uniform into some loose and comfortable house clothes, reached into his satchel and took out the list of homework due in the next two days.
The assignments were getting harder and the deadlines shorter, both setting precedents for the challenges they were going to face in higher level education institutions.
He needed to present a two page argumentative for Government and a three thousand word essay on a certain cultural practice of the Malaysian people for Sociology, a lab evaluation of the effects of serotonin in the human brain for Biology and book review for English Lit.
Thankfully, the last one was the easiest because the only rule was to give a strict two thousand five hundred word review on any book read during the semester, on the provided reading list or not.
The details of "King Rat" were still swirling in his head so he could punch that out in less than an hour.
Rolling his neck he booted up his laptop, slipped into some house shoes and left to find the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and any sweet morsel he could find. Thankfully, in the stocked pantry were new bottles of vitamin water and in the cupboard were white chocolate cookies and cranberry muffins.
Placing a muffin and a few cookies into a container he then returned to his room and set to work.
... Forty-five minutes later...
Neji, with a self satisfied smile, leaned back in his chair and looked at the printed document.
It was two thousand and five hundred word of academic review to the exact word; the work included a description of the book itself, highlighted reviews of the notable and significant portions and a critique of the lesser notable ones.
Sighing, he turned to the rest of the assignments and started to do them. Halfway through the lab assessment he needed another bottle of water. Getting up, he, unconsciously banding his hair up in a high ponytail, walked through the door, and immediately bumped into a passing Hinata.
Grabbing his stumbling cousin Neji steadied her. "Hinata-itoko, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you alright?"
His cousin nodded while regaining her footing. "I'm o-okay Neji but what... I.. I f-felt something... s-something hard on your chest like m-metal... what is it?"
Panic clamped down on Neji's throat. How in hell was he going to explain why there was a metal tag under his clothes? He panicked for a moment before he realized that maybe the truth was best...well half of it actually.
"It is a metal tag Hinata," He said truthfully. "A friend of mine gave it to me... It's sort of like a friendship bracelet."
"Oh." She smiled in acceptance. "It's special to you then. That's nice."
Now for the coup-de-grace; he knew if he offered to show her it, she would refuse in embarrassment.
"Do you want to see it?" He tempted her while reaching up to his neck.
"Oh no." Hinata replied her hands up in refusal. "It's okay... I d-don't need to s-see it."
Lowering his hands he smiled. "You are okay, though?"
She nodded and bowed slightly. "Yes, I am, Arigato."
"I'll just get my water and go back to my homework; I assume you're doing the same."
"Yes," She affirmed, "I have an h-history project on t-the Bakamatsu S-shoguns to finish."
"Alright, I'll leave you to it." Neji said stately.
Smiling, Hinata walked off. Mirroring her expression Neji went to get the other bottle of water then returned to his room to finish his work.
Rolling just neck Neji looked at the clock on his cell-phone and sighed; it was almost ten.
He then looked over at the completed assignments and smiled in tired pride. Pushing off from the table he softly changed into some sleeping clothes, placed his cell to charge on the night table beside him and slipped under the thin covers.
He closed his eyes only to the subtle ring of his phone sound a few seconds after.
Curious as to who would be calling him at this time of night Neji took up the silver device and answered.
"Moshi?" his voice was extremely soft and sleepy... and sensuous.
"... Are you in bed, baby?" Gaara's voice asked lowly.
Neji's deep fatigue immediately left him and now, slight more awake; he shifted, "Yes."
"Good." Gaara husked, "...perfect... just listen to my voice and do what I say."
The second Gaara uttered those hushed words Neji felt tendrils of arousal crawl into his system.
"Okay." He whispered, eyes fluttering closed.
"What are you wearing?" Gaara asked.
"Silver pajamas," Neji replied wondering why he was being asked that.
"Take the top off."
"Why?" Neji asked.
"Just do it baby," Gaara replied, "…Trust me."
Neji obeyed, sat up and removed the top from his upper half. Laying back down he said, "It's done, it's off."
"Good," Gaara replied, "Now, put two fingers of your right hand into your mouth and suck...Remember when you first wrapped your lips around me... think about that... "
Neji immediately obeyed, placing his index and middle finger in his mouth and slid his tongue around the both digits, covering them with his saliva. Picturing Gaara's length in his mouth made a deep guttural moan rumbled from his chest; a groan that reverberated through the phone much to Gaara's delight.
"That's it, now reach just under your right ear and lightly trail your wet fingers over your skin... picture the tip of my tongue trailing down your neck..."
Neji obeyed and did it, the cold sensation contrasting against his warm skin. His spine arched softly "... Ah."
"Good baby...fuck I love your moans... now slip your fingers under your shirt and circle you right nipple... picture my mouth there... suckling on you... biting you, running my tongue over your soft skin..."
The sensations on Neji's sensitive skin rerouted through his nerve endings and firmly lodged in his head; his gut was tingling. The touch, paired with his heightened emotions and Gaara's seductive voice made pleasure flood through his system.
"Now take your left hand and slide it down to your cock and circle it at the base. Do not move it until I tell you to."
Like a sheep following a guiding shepherd's orders Neji complied.
"Keep rubbing your nipple… think of me over you… between your legs, running my hands over your body, licking your neck, biting down on your pulse... "
With every word Gaara spoke, arousal inundated Neji's body and his cock was slowly filling. The phone was in a precautionary state of slipping from the cook of his neck and shoulder and he had to do something about it.
"Gaara," Neji moaned, "I need get my headphones or I might lose you."
"No." The Sabaku ordered. "You will not move. This is a lesson of control."
The power and authority in those words made Neji instantly obey. "Okay. I'll... I'll do it."
"Tighten your hand around the base and twist to the left, run your thumb over the muscle there and press."
Neji did and after he pressed into the place Gaara directed him to get felt a rush of blood flood his dick.
"Hah." Neji gasped. "... what... what just happened?"
"Trade secret baby."
Neji knew pressure points and how they could give surges of blood to a certain place in the body, but he didn't know there was one there.
He unintentionally groaned, "I'm so hard."
"That's the point," Gaara said darkly. "Do. Not. Move. Your. Hand. No matter what I say until I tell you to. Do you understand?"
"Yes." was the only thing Neji could say.
".. Good... I want you... I want to lay my burning body over yours, I want to kiss your lips, I want to feel your silky legs around my waist..."
Unconsciously, Neji started to shift his hands over his enlarged cock, the words Gaara was uttering in that dark and dangerous tone made his body react like never before, but the second he moved his fingers something in his mind slapped him and he stopped.
"I want push your legs over my shoulders and start fingering you, I want to feel your silky walls stretch while I sink my teeth into your skin..."
Soft pants were coming from Neji's mouth now as his hand trembled with the maddening urge to rub. "Ugh."
"I want to flip you on your belly on all fours under me..."
"...G-Gaara f-fu-" Neji's spine was arched backwards on his bed, his right leg up and his left elbow bracing him, while still gasping his penis.
Sweat was beading on his forehead now and his bottom lip was being mauled.
"I want to cover you with my body… I want to tease your hole with my hard dick… I want mark you… stain you with my precum, I want to sink in to you, inch by inch until I'm balls deep..."
Neji's breath was constricted in his chest and till was completely breathless; his mind was so full and the deep burning in his belly had evolved into a wildfire.
Still he did not move his hand.
"I want to feel you tighten around me…. I want to feel you tremble…I bury my face in your hair covered back before I move it to see your ass pressed fully against me knowing I'm buried in you...I want to feel your thighs quake under me as I start to move..."
The wildfire in Neji's belly had morphed into a supernova in his head.
"I want to stat slow, to give you every inch of me…. Then I'm going to go hard, I want to hear your screams while I ram into you….. I want to feel you ripping the sheets off the bed while I ream you…. I want to see your mouth open and gasping, rocking with every push..."
It was reaching the brink now...
"G-Ga-Gaar-" Neji was incoherent; white was surging behind his eyes now.
"-Fuck baby. I want to feel you clench so hard around me when you come, I want to load you up with my cum so much that its dri-"
Overload.
"Gaara!" He called frantically.
"Go baby."
With one stroke Neji exploded.
"Ahhhh!" Neji cried out, his cock pulsing so hard his vision went black. "F..fuck."
He felt trapped in the longest and most pleasurable moment of his life. After a moment of suspended animation, every tension in the young Hyuuga's body evaporated with the aftershocks of his climax.
Neji laid on the bed, his mind seeing circles where there were none.
He blinked his eyes open to realize that the phone hadn't slipped.
"Gaara..." Neji had never heard his voice so breathy, soft and satisfied. "What did you just do to me?"
A dark chuckle. "That was an introduction to get you prepared for many more of those to come."
"You've destroyed me." Neji whispered. "..in the best way."
"Just like you did to me, Neji." Gaara said truthfully, the underlying meanings of those words were innumerable. "You don't even know how much."
"I want to see you." Neji requested softly.
"Me too...and you will, very soon." Gaara replied, "Just have some patience."
Neji's eyes were slipping in sated tiredness. "Gaara I-"
"I know… go to sleep, baby. Rest, you've done very well."
"Goodnight Gaara." Neji whispered, eyes bobbing.
After the call was terminated Neji only had the strength to go to his bathroom and get a wet cloth to clean himself up.
He then sank into the warm sheets and drifted off with visions of his Dominant in his mind.
Gaara's house. The Industrial Sector. 2:50 p.m.
Juugo looked at his redhead friend with amazement in his face after hearing how long time friends proposition. "You're sure about this?"
Gaara nodded looking like he was sure, but a hand raking through his already tousled hair slightly diminished the presumption. "Yes… no...fuck I don't even know anymore."
Juugo took another sip of his beer and held the glass bottle in his hand, his eyes tracing a cold drop of perspiration down the neck of the dark brown bottle.
It was downtime between missions and they were supposed to be using the free time to kick back, talk trash and get smashed at Gaara house; so Juugo had no idea why they were now talking about serious shit.
"Gaara.." Juugo couldn't find the words to phrase his next question. He didn't think that the words, 'what is this boy doing to you?' or 'do you realize that you're putting your neck on the chopping block?' was going to give him any merits.
He didn't say either but, somehow, Gaara knew what he was about to say.
"You still think I'm bat shit crazy huh?"
Juugo just shook his head, "No I don't, and I just think you're in love."
"With a seventeen year old kid," Gaara sighed fiddling his own bottle. "... I feel like a fucking pedo."
Juugo's fist met the table; the heavy hit shook the whole slab of wood. "Are you fucking crazy? Don't ever say that. What you went through is nothing like this."
Gaara grunted before taking a long swing of his own beer. "It doesn't matter. After this he would be risking everything now; his life, his future."
"What about yours?" Juugo asked almost silently.
"Me?" Gaara scoffed, "I'm fifty shades of fucked up Juugo. I'm an expendable tool for assholes who don't give a fuck about me. I don't have a life."
"You're wrong." Juugo refused. "Gaara, the second you kissed him you had bought yourself a life. The first date with him and the first time you had sex him and now this; the first time taking him to the club. Gaara you have more life than you can deal with."
Gaara squinted, "... How the hell are you getting all philosophical on me?"
A shrug of broad shoulders, "I read... sometimes."
The Sabaku ran a fingertip around the mouth of his Budweiser looking contemplative. "This is the real test Juugo... and don't know what I'm gonna do if I fuck it up."
"You won't." Juugo assured. "You won't fail… you're a master at this Gaara, stop freakin' doubting yourself. You'll be fine."
Gaara searched the weird color of his best friend eyes for a moment before nodding in agreement.
"Do it." Juugo pressed.
Picking up the cell-phone Gaara unlocked it and said, "This is it...all or nothing..."
Kohonagakure Academy. Biology laboratory. 2:56 pm.
His cellphone, sequestered in his right pants pocket vibrated, the low hum jostling his thigh.
Instantly, Neji's hand twitched to go and dig the device out to read the message, but he couldn't; the lecturer's eyes were trained over his way.
The shrewd eyes of Hayama Shirakumo had paused on him for a long moment and Neji wouldn't dare move before they shifted.
"-o now that we have finished examining the effects of cyanide on the rat's deteriorated brain, we can safely extrapolate the results to apply to th-"
The clock above the whiteboard was dutifully ticking away to the final minute of the class, but Neji felt like every second that passed was a year long. He mentally groaned, fully exasperated.
His leg was bouncing under the metal lab table and his inner cheek was nibbled on. He needed to get out. Gray eyes were shifting between the clock and the door in full apprehension of getting out and finding a safe place to read his message.
"-yuugaNeji and ShinobuMibu are in charge of cleaning up the beakers and the microscopes f-"
Fuck.
Even if they did it quickly that was going to take at least twenty minutes out of his time.
He needed to know what his Dominant was telling him.
After last night, it had been cemented in Neji's head that he had met the other half of amount of pleasure he'd felt just by obeying Gaara's orders had been amazing. He guessed what he had read about submission was true; that those who wanted relief from stifling every day decisions wanted to be controlled sometimes.
Tired and spent on the rumpled sheets last night, he remembered the soft words he had whispered a sigh, "I wish you were here."
Gaara had released something that was a cross between a sigh and a soft frustrated growl. "Me too baby...and you will, very soon... Just have some patience."
If that was what this message was about, (and most likely it was) his cell-phone now seemed to be burning a hole through his pocket.
Neji's teeth grit as the black clad students in the class petered out, chatting to each other.
"Hyuuga-kun s-" Mibu started to say but an irritated Hyuuga wasn't having any of it.
"Let's get this over with." Neji half snapped, "I have important things to do."
They worked quickly, and in silence, washing the beakers and cleansing the microscopes, Neji's gray eyes shooting to the clock now and then.
Drying the last glass beaker to a spotless shine, Neji looked over the rack of clean instruments and felt a slight sense of accomplishment. Removing the latex gloves from his hands he nodded curtly to his classmate and headed out, making his way out to his car.
The moment he turned the corner he sighed, Sasuke was leaning on the driver's side, apparently he had been there from the moment school was over.
"Have you read it yet?"
Neji's eyes widened slightly as he pressed the button to unlock the car.
Ignoring the subtle beep he turned to Sasuke, "How do you know about that?"
Sasuke huffed and got off the Audi, "Neji, you might think you're mysterious and shit, but you give more ticks than people in a Parkinson's Disease research facility."
Gray eyes rolled."Thanks for the compliment Uchiha."
Getting inside he wasn't surprised when Sasuke slipped inside too.
Ignoring the Uchiha, Neji pulled out how cell and not even trying to hide the tooth biting into his lower lips he read the message.
"No rings or roses. Come to the club Amnesia this weekend when your uncle is out of town..."
Neji paused, eyebrows contracting slightly. "... I wonder how he knew that…"
Sasuke jerked his eyes wide. "Amnesia... the... the bondage club?"
Sighing, Neji tucked a tendril of hair behind his ear. "Well he's into bondage, so I'm guessing."
A gray eye slanted to Sasuke's whose eyes were closed and his face twitching.
Neji seriously wanted to drag this moment out for a long time but he relented and had mercy on his cousin. "You want to come, don't you."
It wasn't a question.
Sasuke looked at him with an immeasurable amount of deep yearning in his dark orbs.
Neji smiled knowing he was right. "I'll ask."
Thumb flying over the keyboard he wrote, "I'd love to, but can Sasuke come too? He looks like he's going to die if I say no."
He sent it off and waited.
"I'm wondering how he knew that Uncle is going to be out of town for this weekend... " Neji mused.
"He's in the government." Sasuke scoffed looking at the dashboard, "What do you think?"
"I'm thinking of how I'm going to get so-"
His phone buzzed. Looking down at the message he smiled and read; "Blood does follow veins, Shisui had the same kink. I can get him and his boyfriend on visitors list, so tell him yes. Just make sure that he stays out of our way when we're inside."
Sasuke looked like the heavens had opened up and shined down upon him. He looked absolutely euphoric.
After clearing his throat Sasuke managed to ask, "What were you asking me before?
Neji started the car, "I'm wondering what am I going to wear.. .."
Pulling the inside handle of the car's passenger door, Sasuke looked at his cousin. "Let me handle that."
Smiling tightly at the Uchiha's back Neji just nodded.
The Hyuuga Compound. Hiashi Hyuuga's study. 3:46 p.m
Hiashi slowly sat in his armchair, the one facing the fireplace with one of his indulgences that he rarely allowed himself to indulge in: scotch.
His long fingers lightly grasped the rim of the glass and softly swirled the amber liquid.
Grey eyes were trained on the artistically cut pitch black basalt stones of the huge fireplace but his mind was on another platform altogether.
He had a dilemma and he knew that his solution was going to rock the Hyuuga clan to its knees.
With his brother gone and him only having daughters for heirs; the leadership of the family was on a thin line. It was on him to appoint the next leaders of this family and right now his back was pressed on a wall.
Hiashi had feared this from the moment his brother had died and his wife had only given him girl children before she passed away.
Hinata was an exemplary daughter; she was smart, caring, observational and intuitive, she knew the rules of the clan from top to bottom. She could be strong when she had to be but...
...and then there was Neji, his brother's son; a shining example of the Hyuuga blood; smart, articulate, ambitious and extremely driven; a boy of his own mind. Hiashi knew Neji was strong enough, mentally and physically to lead the clan.
The glass touched his lips and he took a sip of the burning liquid while his turned grey eyes closed. He had hoped that by this time his daughter would have matured enough to take control of the legacy he was about to leave, but sadly, Hinata hadn't reached the mark.
But the older man had no doubt that she'd eventually get there, it just wasn't the time yet.
The choice was inevitable.
He looked at the stack of papers before him and the top one on the pile was his will and, immediately, his eyes closed because he didn't want to look at the name scribbled under the words; 'Direct Heir'.
Itachi's Akatsuki Factory Warehouse. Kohonagakure Central. 8:50 p.m
Sasuke stepped on the doorstep to of the foyer of Itachi's central warehouse in the industrial sector of the city and tugged down his jacket that he'd just thrown on over his dark blue t-shirt just to look acceptable as the brother of the owner.
He looked around. Itachi's factory was a large open converted warehouse, two stories high and about nineteen thousand square feet in all.
The upper level was the domain of the fashion designers; the artists though, had to submit every single sketch they created to his micromanaging brother for full approval before even thinking of going to the production stage.
The lower level was where the real crafting of the clothes happened. The size for the various divisions of clothing, according to the need for that particular body wear, was appropriate to the people needed to produce the clothes.
Each section fitted with state of the art equipment needed, large vats for dying cloths, industrial state sewing machines and other equipment necessary for production. Baubles, threads, linings, zippers and buttons were all scattered and strewn around the place in abundance and not to mention the long line of naked mannequins looking like an audience of immobile skeletons.
Each part separated by corridors, thin steel sheets and if necessary, concrete barriers. The entire structure was extremely aerated, with fans ads exhaust system running the length and breadth of the rooms.
The only aesthetic part of the factory was the lobby; the entrance was decorated with carefully potted bonsai trees, delicate painted papyrus sheets with delicate swans and elegant reeds.
The tables were made of simplistic planed wood and shined metal. The chairs were padded chairs and on the ground were thick, luscious carpets.
"Well well well…" a slightly falsetto voice sounded from the left. "If it's not the baby Uchiha, un."
Sasuke sighed facing the skinny blonde who took the title 'twink' to extreme, "Hello to you too Deidara."
The blond flicked his long golden bang and cocked his hand on his hip.
Sasuke's eyes skimmed over the blonde, Deidara was dressed in a variation of his usual, bright skinny red crop top that bared his flat stomach and his pierced belly button and instead of the kilt like skirt he usual had on this time he was wearing tight dark blue skinny jeans and high tops.
The blond's indigo kohl lined eyes peered at Sasuke while maroon painted nails of a rainbow bracelet corralled wrist tapped on the man's thigh.
"Who are you screwing over today...or maybe I should say whose screwing you over?" Sasuke added genially.
Deidara smirked, his hip and arm cocked akimbo. "No one you'd know, baby. So what do you want, un?"
"Leather." Sasuke said shortly. "Two suits, actually."
"Then you'd need to talk with Sasori." the flighty blond said, twisting smoothly to point a long fingers down the hallway. "That way, baby boy."
Sasuke just casually leaned in, so closely he could see the spots of glitter under the blonde's eyes.
"Call me baby one more time and a video of what happened at last year's Halloween party might just meet YouTube."
Deidara smirked and tossed his head defiantly; his high ponytail swinging around his neck.
"Go ahead Uchiha-let; my modified Geisha costume was beautiful and you know it."
"Hn." Sasuke agreed, "But I don't think you'd want anyone to see you stumbling out of a...particular someone's room, that pink silk monstrosity ripped and stained with...certain body fluids... half naked, stoned like hell and limping so hard I thought that someone had rammed a bulldozer up your ass."
Blue eyes widened to the greatest extent. "H-ho- What...when?"
Sasuke's smile was malicious. "How many times is it going to take for you to remember that every inch of the Uchiha Mansion is covered by video cameras... even to the gardener's quarters."
Deidara paled.
"So is Kisame good or what?" Sasuke off-handly threw out while inspecting his manicured nails. "I've heard that he finally got those double rows of teeth corrected so that should make it easier for him to go down on you without ripping your skin off, right?"
"You little shit." Deidara cursed. "Just get what you came for and leave, un."
Sasuke smirked, "It'd be my pleasure... Barbie."
Making his way down the hallway deeper into the building the smell of tanning leather assaulted his nose membranes.
Stopping at a cemented partition, Sasuke took in the sight of the thick set redhead, torso bare but donning a leather smock and elbow long gloves he wiped a sheen of sweat from his forehead.
"What do you need, Uchiha?" Sasori grunted in that deep baritone of his.
Stepping up in his sight range Sasuke looked around at the dying cow hides on the racks above. "... Only your best, Sasori; I need only your best."
The Hyuuga Compound. Breakfast, Thursday Morning.
"Good morning Uncle." Neji and Hinata said together, bowing as Hiashi entered the dining room.
"Sit, please." Hiashi said, gesturing for his daughter and his nephew to be seated across from each other while taking his own seat at the head of the table.
Hiashi Hyuuga waved the maid that just entered over to him and told her to get their tea. As she turned away the patriarch looked at the both of them.
"This evening I will be attending a summit in Sunagakure for the entirety of this weekend and I am leaving the two of you until Monday evening. You are both adults now and I know you can take care of yourselves but I am leaving my contact information for you that, if there's an emergency, you must call me."
"Otō-san, - " Hinata started to say but was cut off by Hiashi holding up his hand.
"I know there is nothing to fear but I am ever cautious. Take this as an example whenever you have your own children, it is prudent to not leave anything to chance."
Neji bit the inside of his cheek and ducked his head. He hadn't been expecting this; especially the talk about…children.
"The staff has been briefed and I expect that you will be following the usual daily routine."
Hiashi's eyes flitted from one of them to the other as their tea arrived.
"I trust the both of you." Hiashi said, "Don't disappoint me so please assure me of this."
"You won't, Oji-san" Neji said just as Hinata gave her own assurance.
The older man took another look at them and nodded. "Let's eat then."
The Kohonagakure Academy. Thursday . Lunch time. Cafeteria.
Neji felt Sasuke nudge his lower abdomen just beneath the table they were seated at.
The Hyuuga looked up from his lunch tray to see Kiba, standing just inside the lunchroom's doorway, handing a small silver wrapped package to a blushing Hinata.
Neji's eyes narrowed slightly at how Hinata, though blushing hard was smiling to the Inuzuka. She hasn't shied away from him either and that was definitely strange.
"What do you think he's giving her?" Neji asked absently before returning to prod at his unappetizing tuna salad.
"Well I'm damn sure it ain't condoms." Sasuke murmured brushing the crumbs of his ham sandwich off his fingers.
Neji rolled his eyes. "He wouldn't dare, Oji-san would bury him and his whole family alive."
Sasuke shoved his tray away and turned to look at his cousin. "You know cousin, if you stare at that piece of fish anymore it's going to either burst into flames or jump up and bite you in your face. What's bugging you, Neji?"
Neji dropped the fork and pushed the tray away, his hands massaging his forehead.
"Just a headache Sasuke, I've been pulling all nighters for the past couple nights. I guess it's just catching up with me. It's nothing, really."
Sasuke shrugged, "Want some pain killers?"
Neji nodded. "I probably should have gone to the nurses' station before coming here."
"Here," Sasuke said shoving a couple pills in his cousin's hand. "Take these."
Neji slightly gawked at the two white pills in the centre of his palm. "Where did you get these?"
Sasuke scoffed. "Neji, I get into flights every day. Don't you think I'd be prepared for the pain that comes after?"
"You're psycho you know that?" Neji murmured downing the two painkillers with his bottled water.
After a few minutes he shifted to face his cousin. "So, did you get... the stuff we need for tomorrow night?"
Sasuke leaned back, hands clasped behind his head, "Yes."
Neji fiddled with his the top button of his uniform, a substitute for holding his collar.
"Is Naruto coming?"
"Duh." Sasuke replied, "You really think I'm going anywhere that has the kind of people I want to jump me and my boyfriend ain't there to remind me of who I belong to?"
Neji squinted, "You need Naruto to physically remind you that you two are together?"
Sasuke shrugged looking over the tables in the room, his gaze trained over the table where Naruto was sitting. "I get distracted sometimes, sue me."
"Now I really know you're crazy." Neji muttered.
Sasuke twisted, propped his head on his fist and twisted to stare at his cousin.
Neji bore the look as long as he could before he got so uncomfortable he couldn't take it anymore.
"What is it?" Neji asked, shifting from the burning black eyes that seemed to borrow under his skin.
"... You're nervous." Sasuke surmised. "...about tomorrow night."
Neji's lips twitched in replacement of an answer.
"Calm down, Neji. You'll be fine...big boy red will take care of you..." Sasuke smirked "... In more ways than one I bet."
Neji shot him a scathing look. "It's just...we've had sex but this is going to be different. I mean it's...bondage."
The last part came out in a hushed whisper.
Sasuke was silent for a moment. "Neji if you want to cancel do it. No one would blame you. If you don't think you can handle it, just use the get out of jail free card in the contract."
At that Neji shook his head. "You don't get it. I don't want to leave him.. I love him...I want to do it... I'm just a bit scared."
Neji's bangs hung over his eyes, his fist clenching on the table. "... What if this is it Sasuke? What if it's make or break time? What if I can't handle what he wants from me?"
Sasuke's head twisted to look at the wall for a moment before facing his cousin and best friend.
"Don't think of it that way... think of what do you want from him. Tell him what you want...what you need Neji. Remember, it's a two way street. Give and take."
'You push, I'll pull.' were the words Gaara had said.
Compromise; he could make this a compromise. Look at that, Sasuke made some sense for a change. Looking at the steady eyes of his cousin Neji suddenly felt some strength.
"Thanks Sasuke."
The Hyuuga Compound, 7:45 p.m.
"Neji?" Hinata asked while passing the front door that Neji was about to slip out of.
"…W-where are y-you going so late?"
Damn it.
Turning to her Neji braved a smile and clenched the strap of his messenger satchel, "I'm just running over to Sasuke's …he and I have as study session tonight.
"Oh…" Hinata differed, "Okay t-then…. Are you staying the n-night over t-there?"
Neji's brows contracted for a moment before he realized she was looking at his packed bag, "I'm hoping not but if it's get to late maybe."
She smiled then, "Okay, h-have a good night…t-tell Sasuke hello for me."
Sighing mentally Neji nodded, "Will do."
In the driver's seat of his car Neji closed his eyes. He didn't want to be deceiving his cousin this much but it was necessary for now. Placing the key into the ignition he backed out.
Lower Kohonagakure. Club Amnesia; 10:06 pm.
Before Neji could open to door of parked his car, it was opened for him.
Slightly wide gray eyes looked up to see a Gaara holding out his door dressed in tight black jeans, ankle boots that looked ripped with army latches to the side and a light leather jacket opened over his bare chest.
It was a few seconds before Neji realized that Gaara was holding out his hand to him and swallowing tightly Neji allowed him to help him out. Stifling the urge to duck his head Neji looked at his Dominant with steady eyes just as Gaara's own scanned the sable haired boy from head to feet.
Neji was dressed in clothes basically like the ones he had worn to Taka; he had on similar greyish pants and the same boots but his top was an asymmetrical neckline, sleeveless white vest that hugged his chest, riddled with faux rips and sown in silver zippers that glinted anytime light took them. His left bicep was wrapped with a strip of white cloth and his braided hair was banded back with one too.
"Do you like it?" Neji braved.
Gaara just took his hand and spun him in a tight circle to get a three sixty look at the young Hyuuga. Suddenly, Neji found himself on Gaara's chest with the redhead's nose buried in his hair. "You are stunning baby."
Green eyes peered over the parking lot. "Where's the Uchiha?"
"He's coming." Neji replied, "He just went to get Naruto."
Gaara shrugged, "Well their names are on the list so we don't have to worry about them," He then leaned back and pulled something out of his pockets. "Turn around, baby and move your hair."
Neji quietly obeyed and shifted the banded thick braid over his shoulder. Gaara reached over and around him and wrapped something around his neck. The Sabaku then gently turned Neji look into his car window.
Neji took one look and had to stifle a gasp. His hand slowly rose to touch the cut halves of the pale white Mediterranean Sea pearls nestled in a thick band of dark gray suede.
"Gaara.." Neji was wordless, running his fingertips over the smooth jewels, "I can't t-"
"Yes, you will." Gaara ordered strictly an inch behind him, looking into the reflection himself. "It's another one of your collars Neji," his voice had softened, "… the moment I saw these pearls I saw your eyes."
"They have to be expensive." Neji said, running his fingers over the soft suede.
"Not for me Neji," Gaara said turning his towards him, his green eyes glistening like emeralds; his hand cupping Neji's cheek, "And not for the reason I want them to be for. Please make me happy and take them."
Neji's eyes stared into the older man's eyes and then smiled slightly, "Yes."
He was rewarded with a kiss. "Come… We need to get inside and there's someone I want you to meet."
With Gaara's hand on the small of his back Neji humbly went with the Sabaku inside the club, after Gaara just shot the bouncer with an arched eyebrow.
Barely three steps inside Neji had to stop and stare.
The place seemed otherworldly; men and women drifted around him clothed in mostly leather and vinyl. A few were dressed in costumes that ranged from anime characters with huge eye popping contacts to techno themed to primitive wear.
Neji's eyes were stuck to a man who was only dressed in a loincloth with leopard henna tattooed on his skin, kneeling beside a couch and around his neck was an actual leash, the end of it held in a fully leather clad woman with striking orange hair, sipping something with her leg crossed and on her foot was a shoe with a wicked steel heel.
Feeling anxious Neji grabbed at Gaara, who by tracing his line of sight knew what he was looking at.
"Don't worry baby, those cosplayers might look freaky but they aren't dangerous."
Taking the Sabaku's word for it Neji twisted his head to Gaara, "Who did you say you wante-"
"So that's him." a voice sounded behind them.
Neji spun on his feet to see a busty blue-tinted spiked haired woman in a tight leather skirt, a mesh blouse with only a strip of leather covering her nipples and thigh high deep blue boots. The red painted nails of her right hand was holding what looked like a coiled whip to her side.
The young Hyuuga had to stop himself from flinching at her piecing look.
"This is him, gaki." The woman said looking at Gaara. "Right."
"Mistress Anko," Gaara greeted coolly, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't scare my lover into tachycardia, thank you very much."
Anko snorted and ignoring Gaara turned to Neji, "So you're the magician who had captured my gaki's attention."
Squaring his shoulders Neji looked at her, "You must be Mitarshi Anko-san… and you could say that but in actually, it was he who captured mine first."
Anko's smile was like shark in bloodied water, "Really, pray tell."
Neji looked her straight in the eyes, feeling steel surge into his spine. By the look on her face he could tell that she wasn't used to people meeting her in her eyes; that most of the people around her cowered; he was a Hyuuga, there was no way she was going to scare him.
"He saved me." Neji answered simply.
Anko's lips twitched, "He has spunk gaki… I actually like him."
Neji felt Gaara's lips on his temple, "Thank you Mistress, I like him too, now if you would excuse us, we have….other things to do."
At that a full blown grin crossed the woman's face, her eyes dancing knowing what that 'other things' were.
She dipped her head smirking, "By all means, go fuck his brains out."
A rush of blood flew to Neji's cheeks but he stomped on the urge to bury his head in Gaara's shoulder. Luckily over her shoulder he saw Sasuke, clad in full black as was his custom enter with a clearly trepidation laced Naruto trailing behind him.
Neji tapped Gaara on his arm gesturing with this head over to the pair.
"I know baby, I saw them too."
Gaara didn't do anything to attract the duo over to them; Sasuke, after he had stopped scanning the place had looked over to them and after grabbing Naruto's arm, made their way over to them.
Anko cocked an eyebrow, "So you've brought the teenage trailer here Gaki, hadn't I taught you better that that?"
"You probably did, but he clearly didn't listen." Sasuke said, his haughty Uchiha air stamped on his face and mirrored in his iron laced posture. "Mitarshi-san, I've actually been dying to meet the only lady that Kisame respects."
"So you're one of the Uchihas, huh." Anko dismissed.
Sasuke nodded, his hand reaching over to Naruto who was glancing warily around the room. Neji watched as Sasuke's touch visibly calmed the Uzumaki.
Anko then turned to Gaara's, whose arm was wrapped possessively around Neji's waist and slapped her whip. "I'll see you later gaki, right now I have a sub to discipline."
Gaara just nodded. After she had walked off he turned to the two, "Make yourselves at home. As you can see there is no alcohol here. There are many rules but the one you should stick with is; look all you want but don't interrupt or participate unless you're invited to. By the way, various rooms with various equipments are available upstairs if you want to have some time to yourselves and, please, don't come looking for us if we don't find you."
"You don't have to tell me twice." Sasuke smirked looking over the room, clearly dismissing the Sabaku in favour of exploring his dream come true.
Gaara just silently turned around and led Neji to the bar, "Water or juice?"
"Water, please." Neji said feeling the decision he had made to talk to Gaara before surge into his head.
Taking the cool glass from Gaara's hand he bit his lip only to feel Gaara's thumb on his cheek.
"You're doing it again." He said simply. "…what's bothering you Neji?"
Taking a single sip of the water Neji palced the glass on the bar and faced Gaara, "Is there somewhere we can talk?"
Gaara's eyebrows furrowed slightly before he took Neji's hand and led him up a discreet staircase. Neji quietly followed him until they reached the first landing, Gaara guided him to another staircase and Neji climbed that too until the second floor was reached.
Down a carpeted corridor they went until the stopped at a door marked with a small silver nine number in the top corner. Not releasing Neji's hand Gaara produced a key and opened the door.
Neji stepped in a large dim room and at first the only thing he could make out was a huge in the middle. He watched as Gaara locked the door behind them, and flicked on the light, illuminating the gloom.
Aside from the huge spread bed, to the other side of the room was a wooden 'X', a St. Andrew's cross and next to it was a rack containing a selection of pretty much every kind of whip in existence. Before the bed was a thick padded mat. In a corner was a chest with a red cross on the front; most likely a medicine cabinet and a padded stool like one Gaara had in his house, and lastly, to the other side of the room was a throne like chair which Gaara walked them both to.
Gaara sat on the chair and pulled Neji onto his lap.
"Do you trust me?" Gaara asked, his voice soft.
Neji swallowed, "I do… it's just…"
"Just what baby?" Gaara prodded, his hand under Neji's chin.
Grey eyes closed, Neji's hand closed over Gaara's his eyes closed, "What if I …don't please you…what I-"
His worried murmurs were stopped with a kiss, when he pulled back Gaara's eye burned with and intensity that Neji didn't expect.
"Don't ever think that Neji." Gaara said, "There is no way you are going to displease me… even if you make mistakes it doesn't matter…. I love you too much for that."
Every iota of fear fled from Neji after those three words were uttered. His mouth met Gaara's chin, "I love you too… I think I loved you from the first time you kissed me."
"Really now… that night… you scared out of your mind and trembling on your car?"
Neji nodded. "And it grew every day after that."
"Know this," Gaara said solidly, "Screw the contract, I will never leave you to flounder or break even after the three months is gone. I only want you, whatever shit might come up; just you Neji Hyuuga."
The only fitting answer to that declaration Neji could come up with was to press his lips to Gaara's as Gaara stood up and lifted Neji with his motion. He carried Neji over the room to the bed and slowly let him down on the mat before it.
"Get on your knees, baby and sit back on your heels."
Neji obeyed and sat back looking at Gaara for further directions.
Gaara kneeled before him, reached behind to grasp Neji's braid, fisted it and tugged it down softly, the motion tilted the young Hyuuga's lips up to be kissed.
After a deep intrusive kiss Gaara pulled back. "Arms up baby."
Neji obediently raised his arms to allow Gaara to lift Neji's shirt over his head and carefully folded it. He pressed his lips to Neji's forehead. "You're so beautiful, now place your hands and forearms flat on your thighs and part your knees. Look down at the floor."
Heart beating in his chest Neji bowed his head only to see Gaara's covered toes in his field of vision.
Naked toes. Neji frowned, when had Gaara taken off his shoes.
"Remember this position Neji, I will ask you to do it whenever I need you to. Tell me that you do."
"Yes, Gaara." Neji said, head still down. "I will remember."
"Good."
Neji watched Gaara's feet leave from his field of vision, puttering around the room. Neji, feeling immense curiosity, looked up under his bangs for a split second to see that Gaara was at the racks of whips.
"Wrong move baby." Gaara said not even looking at him while removing something from the rack.
Neji shivered, he intimately knew that Gaara was going to do something to him, but what was the question.
"You may look now ." Gaara ordered his feet stopping right before the Hyuuga.
Neji swallowed and looked up to see that Gaara had removed his jacket and was now bare chested.
He squatted beside Neji. "You've been a bad boy Neji. You've disobeyed me, and what does disobedience cause?"
Neji swallowed, "Punishment."
"Yes baby. Give me your right hand."
Bravely, Neji held up his right hand to Gaara who immediately grasped it, turned the palm up, and before Neji know it Gaara delivered a swat to the center.
Neji jerked in surprise, not because of the slap but more of the fact that it's didn't hurt.
.. Well, not much really, it was more of a slight stinging tingle than pain. Neji clenched his fist feeling the tingles run over his palm once again.
"How does that feel?" Gaara asked
Neji blinked, "It...tickles."
"But did it hurt?" Gaara pressed.
"No." Neji answers truthfully.
"Then what I'm going to do isn't going to hurt either. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Neji said. "Is it really not going to hurt?
"I give you my word." Gaara said." Trust me baby."
Gaara turned the thing he used to hit Neji around to show him. Gray eyes widened slightly, it was a brown plaited leather crop.
"It's feels... good." Neji's voice came out without his knowledge.
"Perfect."
Neji eyes jerked up to meet Gaara's, and they were glimmering with amusement and desire.
"I want you to like it," Gaara murmured "Come."
He too Neji's elbow and lead him over to the bench.
"Bend over the bench," Gaara ordered, placing a hand on Neji's bare back to softly push him over the low stool.
Neji leaned over the smooth soft leather, his sternum settling over the cool fabric.
"You've disobeyed me Neji. From now on you must learn to obey me in whenever I tell you to do something. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Gaara." Neji said his head down."I'm sorry."
"And I accept your apology but you are still going to be punished." Gaara said "I am going to hit you five times, and you will count for me."
Neji felt Gaara's hand gently run over his bare back, the mere touch causing goosebumps to rise over his skin. The gently caresses continued with Gaara's warm hand running down the line of Neji's spine to the small of it.
"Tell me why I'm doing this to you." Gaara asked.
"Because I disobeyed you." Neji said, his stomach muscles tensing.
"Perfect baby."
Neji felt fingers on his back holding him in place and in a second felt the atmosphere in the room change. Grey eyes closed bracing himself for the blow.
And it came, snapping across the middle of Neji's back and the bite of the flail giving a tingling snap on tender skin. Neji sucked in a huge breath of air, temporarily forgetting the order to count.
"Count, Neji!" Gaara commands.
"One!" Neji gasped out at him.
Another hit and the not-pain pulsed over Neji's back.
"Two!" Neji called, his breathing staccato..
The flails bit into Neji's flesh again. "Three!"
The tingles had morphed into soft stings as the sensations of the slaps coalesced into one sensation. Neji was solidly confused. He was expecting pain but he was only feeling...edged pleasure.
The flails struck again.
"Four!" Neji gasped, trying to get his head in place, feeling the arousal surge downwards.
One more hit, this one sending the vibrations straight into his filling cock
"Five." Neji's voice was now deep and husky with desire.
"Neji?" Gaara asked sensing the change in Neji's tone.
"... More. " Neji begged, squirming on the bench "Please."
Neji knew that he had shocked Gaara with his words and to complete the request Neji shifted his head to pin Gaara with his eyes that he knew where dilated and hungry.
"Please." Neji implored once more.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Neji cried bracing himself for the most pleasurable abuse he'd ever encountered, "Do it!"
And so Gaara did.
"Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... " soon followed. On the verge of 'ten' Neji was fully hard. "... One more."
The slap ricocheted off the walls with Neji's back arched in pleasure, mouth open in a aroused gasp only to feel Gaara grab him, spin him around kiss the Hyuuga so deeply that Neji's got breathless.
"It feels so good.. ." Neji panted, clutching at Gaara's skin.
"Fuck. I knew there is a reason why I love you." Gaara husked.
Gaara grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled him in to a hungry kiss, Neji just relaxed into it, moving his lips and tongue with his Dominant. It was like a dance, and Gaara was leading it, Neji only reacting to the steps. When the kiss was broken, they were both breathless.
"Strip," Gaar said. The command in his voice sent a shudder through Neji who immediately did as he was told, unbuckling and pulling off his boots first, followed by his pants. Gaara watched every motion, his eyes hooded, leaving just a sliver or green to be seen. The look went straight to Neji's already full cock tenting his boxer-briefs.
Heart pounding Neji stood still and watched as Gaara stripped him of those and produced a black rubber ring then slid the ring down his cock, settling it behind his balls.
The feeling of the ring, the tightness, was interesting, constricting the blood flow and making Neji more aroused. Gaara released his cock, drooped down and placing a small kiss on the head, then trailing a line of light, teasing kisses down his length. Neji, eyes closed, moaned at the contrast, feeling the ache of pleasure down in his balls.
A pinch made Neji glance down to find that attached to his nipple was a black clamp. His other nipple was enveloped by Gaara's mouth, and he gasped at the sensation. He was prepared for the second clamp. The two were joined by a thin silver chain.
A small tugged to the chain sent a spike of pleasurable pain through Neji.
"Gaara," Neji moaned getting slightly unsteady on his feet, knowing that by the bright glimmer in Gaara's eyes that he was loving this; seeing him constricted and loving it.
Gaara took a step back, his eyes scorching over the Hyuuga. For some reason, it felt more intimate than his hands, or his lips; his eyes seemed to strip Neji bare.
"You're so fucking beautiful baby," Gaara said darkly, "You're cock hard and leaking, face flushed looking at me like with those lustful hungry eyes… you are mine."
His voice took on a possessive growl as he said the last word.
"I am," Neji replied, "I am yours."
A dangerous light shone in Gaara's eyes; Neji had seen it before, in the darkness of the club. It was so raw and Neji loved how he could get that reaction from Gaara. By the strain in his shoulders Neji knew that the redhead was controlling himself from pouncing on him because he had something else to do first.
Gaara kissed him; a violent kiss. His hands tangled in Neji hair, pulling his head back, and his teeth bit into Neji's bottom lip and pulled back. Neji found himself letting out a whine as Gaara's mouth left his throat, and his lover once lifted him up and settled him on the bed.
Gaara's teeth bit into Neji's neck just as a finger, slick with lube, teased at his hole; Neji shuddered and let out a moan.
The teasing finger slipped inside and Neji sighed at the feeling, consciously wanting something bigger. A second finger easily slid into him; they scissored, opening up him further. Neji let out a surprised cry that was definitely not a scream as Gaara squeezed cold lube directly inside him.
The fingers were removed while Neji was still gasping. His cock and balls ached, and the band around them was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, but in a strangely titillating way.
Then Gaara held up something to his mouth and smirked at him. "Ball gag, open your mouth."
Neji almost refused but lust clouded his mind, and he opened up his mouth, letting him place the ball in there. It was so large enough to stretch his jaw but not to stain it; it was made of rubber, so he could bite down slightly and the straps were soft leather that Gaara buckled behind his head.
He then tugged at the chain attached to the nipple clamps, sending a red hot flare through Neji's body. Neji's supple spine arched his eyes begging.
"You want me," Gaara murmured, "Don't you?"
Neji nodded frantically, his head bobbing hard.
Gaara popped his pant's button, grabbed Neji's legs and pushed them to his chest.
"Mmhh." Neji moaned clenching his ass around the member filling him. Gaara moaned above him, his hands clutching Neji's legs, just adjusting to the feeling of Neji so tight around him.
Then he began fucking Neji, hard and fast, his breath coming out in a grunt with each thrust. Neji had no choice but to ride the waves with him so deep it was. His over stimulated body was practically thrumming. He was aware of the sound of their bodies meeting, the wetness of the lube inside him sucking in Gaara's cock. All his gasps, moans, cries and grunts were muffled by the gag.
Gaara's hand slid down to his cock, caressing past his balls, making him moan louder. Suddenly, the cock ring was gone. A warm fist closed around Neji's cock, giving it a sharp tug as his hips snapped forward, burying a dick deep in body below his. Gaara's teeth clamped down on his shoulder, and suddenly Neji was coming, and coming and coming.
The world exploded and his scream ricocheted in his head because and then went world when temporarily dark.
It felt like an eternity passed before blinked the small black spots away.
Neji felt Gaara's reach behind him and released the gag and Neji gasped in some air. Gaara's body was cradled in the V of his legs. Neji shifted his head to place a kiss on Gaara's temple and he was surprised to see a drop of crystalline tear in the corner of his Dominant's eyes.
"Gaara?" Neji whispered, very concerned for the Sabaku.
Green eyes brimming with amazement met his gray ones.
"Gaara?" Neji asked again only to feel Gaara's deep kiss as a wordless answer.
The Hyuuga Compound, 9:50 am. Monday MJorning Hiashi's Study..
The patriarch for the Hyuuga clan gave an appreciated to the servant who had just accompanied him to the room.
Inside Hiashi removed his jacket, placed it over a chairs back and went to his desk. On it was a stack of mail.
Sighing, Hiashi just sat and started to go through pile of paper rectangles.
Bills... bills... a request for maternity leave... bills... a maintenance report for the new tool shed.
More bills... an update on new collaborative surveillance system with the Uchiha clan... a few letter from one of his business associates... a luncheon request from the Mayor...and at bottom of the pile was a big, manila letter sized envelope with just his name
on it.
Hiashi frowned and took another look.
There was no return address, no official stamp, no indication of where it had come from.
It was extremely suspicious.
Nevertheless, Hiashi still opened it and upended the contents on his desk.
There were three pictures and a typed note.
He took up the note first and read.
"You might be curious about what you're nephew is doing.".
No name or signature.
With every passing second Hiashi felt dread settling in his stomach.
The first picture was Neji with Sasuke beside him, in his school parking lot talking to a redhead who looked in his early twenties.
The second was Neji walking down a street somewhere holding a iced mocha with the same redhead's arm wrapped possessively around his nephew's shoulders. Neji was looking up at the older man with a soft smile on his face and shining eyes as the man's head was turned to him with a smirk.
As he was about to take up the third one Hiashi felt a sickening drop in his stomach a split second before he flipped to the last picture and swallowed.
It was a picture of his nephew, arms around the man's neck and his lips locked with the redhead's in a passionate kiss.
Hiashi closed his eyes.
Pain ran through him like a sword. He felt dizzy and couldn't concentrate for a moment. The images were plastered behind his eyelids.
His head met both palms in desperation as his mind kept spinning. "Brother...I'm so sorry... your curse has taken your son."
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TBC