Shades

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 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 track…" a 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 words Neji Hyuuga heard while squinting in the thick darkness. Pity he didn't know those words would change his life.

A/N: LATE, LATE, LATE, SO LAAATTTEEE, UN-BEATA'D, AND KIND OF SHORT BUT TOTALLY WORTH IT.

2: DRAFTED IS NEXT!

Chapter 15: Blowout

Previously…

The Hyuuga Compound, 9:50 am. Monday Morning 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 chair's 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."

Presently…..

It took a lot to faze Hiashi Hyuuga because, over the years, he had gotten hardened by so many things; he had survived the death of his brother at a young age and the death of his wife, he was made the leader of the clan at twenty-seven and was thrown into the arena of sharks.

How he had to blindly wade through and then conquer countless financial and industrial problems, how he had kept the Uchiha clan on a leash while navigating through the country's politics like a second Julius Cesaer, all the while keeping the Hyuuga name at the top of the food chain.

He'd been there, done that and could write ten books about well… almost everything, but this, this had made him reach for that cleverly hidden bottle of scotch-near-moonshine hidden in the recess of his office.

His nephew… the son of his brother who he had sworn to protect and provide for until he reached manhood, Neji, the one who he was going to leave the mantle of guiding the clan for the future was…

"Gay," Hiashi whispered eyes closed, the glass of amber liquid pressed on his left temple, "Neji is gay."

Just like his father had been. In truth though, Hizashi Hyuuga, even though he termed himself bisexual, leaned mostly to men.

Hiashi remembered the first time he had seen his twin brother kissing a boy. They had been about sixteen or so and had been left alone while their parents had gone to a banquet. Hiashi had gone upstairs to his room to study while Hizashi had said he had company coming over.

Not really caring about what his more carefree sibling was doing, Hiashi had hit the books. It was about nine in the night when he had left his room to get a glass of water and had passed his brother's room to see him on his bed and his lips locked with another boy.

Dan Kato was his name, he was a handsome (some would say beautiful) boy, and Hiashi had been sworn to secrecy by his brother who knew their parents would not take his… predilections lightly.

Hiashi had turned a blind eye to his brother's affairs, until they were twenty-two and their father had found out. The patriarch had then mercilessly ordered Hizashi to get married and have a child or get kicked out of the clan.

His brother, to honour their family had obeyed and married a woman and then sired Neji. It was about one year later that Hizashi was diagnosed with stage three cerebral cancer. They had fought hard, but the Glioblastoma was more aggressive than the treatment and then six months later his beloved brother was dead.

"He's gay." Hiashi whispered again, trying to cement the facts in his head.

In hindsight he should have suspected it. Neji had never kept company with any girl, and even less, had mentioned any who might have caught his eye. Neji strived to be the perfect son, independent and brilliant, focused, dedicated as so very ambitious. Neji not only had the stars in his eyes, he was hell bent on conquering them.

He was an amazing child.

But he's was also lonely and tired; Hiashi mused. Time after time, he had seen fatigue pulling at the edges of his nephew's eyes. He'd seen Neji unfocused and staring out into space a couple of times, looking blank and lost, sometimes even jittery.

Hiashi had crossed it off as university jitters, the fear of being thrust out the safety net of his family and into the harshness of the big bad world.

Then a little while ago that edginess had left Najie and Hiashi had thought that he had just come to grips with the future.

Then were the reports of Neji coming in late at nights, his over frequent visits to the Uchiha Mansion and the out-of-the-blue trip to his Father's cabin in the woods.

Hiashi didn't want to even suspect what he had gone there for.

Sipping the drink Hiashi's balanced it out; there was no slip in Neji's grades, the boy had full endorsement from his internship and his martial art skills were growing at an unprecedented pace and for the past few weeks the boy looked settled, contented and overall…very happy.

Something … had drastically changed Neji's despondence. Something or someone had done it…and maybe this someone was the redhead.

He picked up the picture of Neji and the other man walking, looked closely at his nephew's face and then the one of them kissing. Hiashi prided himself on how to read a face, and the one his nephew had on told him everything he wanted to know.

"He's in love."

The Uchiha Mansion, Sasuke's Room

"Ugh." Neji moaned head back on Sasuke's couch, his hair loose and splayed over the comfy material like a silky curtain, "I'm dead."

Sasuke didn't even give his cousin a spare look while he was tapping on his laptop, "He fucked you that hard huh."

"And more some," Neji breathed unashamed, "But I didn't mean Gaara, I meant Oji-san, he's going to kill me."

"Why would he kill you?" Sasuke asked leaning back to flex his shoulders.

Neji shot his friend a narrow-eyed look. "My uncle is the smartest man I've ever known, I haven't trained with him for weeks and if I show up with even the barest hint of a limp he's going to suspect something."

Sasuke shrugged, "Just say we were sparring, we used to do it remember?"

"Like six months ago," Neji snorted.

Sasuke was turned away and Neji took the moment to slip his hand under his t-shirt over the lower part of his belly. It was still so very tender with how much Gaara had licked and bit the skin there.

"Holy shit!" Sasuke swore.

Neji yanked his hand from under his shirt, scared that Sasuke was referring to him. Instead, the Uchiha's eyes were plastered on the screen. Neji got up to stand behind him and his eyes widened.

Sasuke had finally broken into the Uchiha'a archives and found the information on Shisui that he had wanted from the first time Gaara had mentioned his cousin.

His eyes skimmed over the general information, name, gender, date of birth, his parent's details, health records and his schools.

"Seems like Gaara was right," Neji murmured, "Uchiha Shisui did go university. He is a graduate of the Kohonagakure Technical Institute with double bachelor's degree in criminal psychology and information technology."

Sasuke scrolled down, "Attended the Kohona Police Academy and graduated with certifications in International Investigations Management and Covert Affairs."

"Shit," Sasuke grinned, "My cousin is a spy."

Neji smiled and went back to his seat only feel his phone vibrate. A quick scan of the caller revealed it was his uncle.

"Moshi Moshi Oji-san?"

"Neji," Hiashi sighed, "Are you alright son?"

Neji frowned, why was his uncle asking him this? "Yes Oji-san, I am. Is something wrong?"

"No nephew, nothing is wrong." Hiashi replied, "I assume you're with Sasuke-kun, correct?"

"Yes I am uncle; would you like to speak with him, perhaps?"

At the mention of his name Sasuke had gone stiff.

"As a matter of fact, yes, I would." Hiashi said solidly surprising Neji.

"Sure, uncle, hold on please." Neji said crossing the room, "Sasuke, Uncle wants to speak with you."

Sasuke went still stiff and he had every right to be. He had never had more than cursory interactions with his cousin's uncle before so what would he want with him now?

Swallowing, Sasuke took the phone and answered. Neji hovered over his shoulder eavesdropping until Sasuke fanned him off. Sullenly Neji moved to the other side of the room, his gut still roiling with anxiety until Sasuke gestured for him to come back.

Taking the phone from Sasuke he placed it back at his ear, apprehension cutting though him.

"Is everything okay Oji-san?"

"Yes, nephew, I was just inquiring on Sasuke-kun's health and his plans after graduation." Hiashi said, "I am very glad that the two of you are going to the same institution."

Neji relaxed, "Oh. Okay uncle, I'll be home in a few hours."

"Take your time son," Hiashi said, "It's fine, don't rush."

Even though still slightly anxious Neji nodded, "Thank you Oji-san."

Hiashi carefully place the phone into the cradle and leaned back. Neji seemed fine but he wasn't.

Picking the phone up again he called his executive secretary and ordered her to get the head of the cyber surveillance unit of his company to report to him tomorrow while his nephew was at school, armed with his portable system and his special facial recognition software.

He needed to know who this man was, find him and then put the fear of god in him, and if he crossed his nephew in any way, Hiashi solemnly swore to himself, that this man wasn't going to see the light of day for a very long time.

Picking up the picture he was glad that the image was as such a perfect angle that his technocrats could do a full identification scan.

Whoever this man was he was going to find him.

Kohonagukure Academy, Lunch Time.

Neji placed his tray on the table, sighing that Sasuke's absence, an obvious sigh the he gotten into another fight with Naruto. His assumption was most likely probable because Naruto's partner in crime Kiba Inuzuka, a table away, was seething and chomping into his burger with a vengeance.

Neji quietly picked the pieces of broccoli out of his vegetable potion and uncapped his mineral water, knowing intimately why he was feeling so out of sorts.

He felt guilty; so very guilty. All these half-truths and blatant lies to his uncle were needling at him.

He was playing a double life and hiding an important part of him from almost everyone who mattered to him. On the surface he was the Neji Hyuuga, a haughty independent seventeen year old in complete control of his life but under the skin, he was a plaint modest submissive.

He hoped that this constant switching of these roles would not affect his psyche and morph him into a parody of the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde scenario.

The fact is that he had always wanted to let go of some stuff. He had wanted some time when he didn't want to think; times when he wanted to let someone else be in charge, time to rest and let go for a while.

Gaara gave him that freedom from control.

Aside from the precursory attention his uncle would pay him when he was little, Neji had been in charge of every decision he ever made from the moment he knew right from wrong.

As a child he had been allowed to choose what to wear, what to eat, if he wanted to watch TV or read a book. Then when he a preteen if he wanted to hang out with his friends (all five of them) or train with his uncle, and when he was in his older teens if he wanted to have fun or prepare for his future.

Neji had always chosen the smartest option, healthy foods, reading books, train with his uncle, and a job internship; all proactive decisions, all smart ones.

Choice that he didn't exactly regret, but there had been options he could have considered instead of ignoring altogether.

Despite the freedom he was given all his life he hadn't had much fun, hadn't allowed himself to do thing the status quo of a teenage life said he should be doing.

He hadn't gone towards things that other teens had rushed after, and now that he was doing something he loved, he felt so guilty, like a part of him was banging a drum of 'I-should-not-be-doing-this' inside his head.

He dimly noted when someone sat beside him.

"Neji-sempai," Sakura asked beside him, her green eyes concerned, "Are you okay?"

He glanced up, "I'm fine, I was just thinking."

He heard an annoyed humph from the other side, clearly coming from Yamanka Ino.

"Neji-sempai, when are you going to tell Sasuke-kun to stop fooling around with that stupid blond idiot and get his act together?" Ino huffed, stabbing at her salad.

Neji rolled his eyes in exasperation, "I can't tell Sasuke what he can do or can't do with his life."

He was met with large green eyes, "But can't you just suggest something to him, today he got into another fight, it's getting way out of hand now."

Neji had just enough, "I'm sorry girls, you will have to take your issues with Sasuke himself and I have other problems to deal with."

Getting up, Neji took up his tray and dumped the rest of his unfinished lunch in a bin and then walked out, still clearly uneasy. He didn't know if he could concentrate for the rest of the day.

The Hyuuga Compound, Hiashi Hyuuga's study, 1:00 p.m.

Hiashi placed the photo in front of his smartest IT professional in his company. The man, Iwashi Tatami didn't need to be sworn to secrecy, he knew intimately that he this matter was of a serious sensitive nature.

"You need me to find who this man is, correct." Iwashi confirmed while the scan of the man's face was loading.

"Yes," Hiashi replied solidly, "I need every information on him you can dig up, his name, age, occupation, his clan, his parents, his grandparents, his great-grandparents, police records if any, everything you can find."

The picture loaded and immediately it was sent to a specific ID biometric scan that could pick up a person's real identity even if the person had done plastic surgery.

It was safer to run a scan on the distinct features themselves than the whole face, like unusual hair and eye colour and this redhead had both. It was harder to fake those parts of a person's DNA. His hair was the first thing to be searched for, not many Japanese people had red hair.

It came up with about sixty-three people which after after a quick scan came up empty with no match. The same thing happened with the eyes colour and it was after that Hiashi got tense.

How was he not in the system?

"Maybe's from another country; Iwagakure or Kumogakure perhaps," Iwashi proposed.

Hiashi gave him permission to search the records of the other countries and all of the other three countries passed without any connection. Suna then came up and the scan finally pinged.

Hiashi let out a breath of relief, so this guy was a real person.

"His name is Sabaku G-"

Hiashi jolted out of his chair, shock resounding through his mind that reflected in his voice, "What?"

Iwashi looked at him, "His name is Sabaku Gaara."

Hiashi's mind flew over the facts that he knew of the one person in that country with the name 'Sabaku'."

"He's the former president's son," Hiashi said to himself, his pulse calming for a moment, "But what is he doing here?"

Iwashi scanned down his profile, "It says he's employed with a local holdings company, Anbu Corp."

"What else?" Hiashi asked, hoping that his nephew wasn't getting himself into trouble.

"The records say he's an official orphan, bounced around many foster homes, attended high school but dropped out when he was young. Then he popped up at seventeen and got enrolled in school with some help from a sponsor and blasted through three years of high school in six months."

Hiashi's neck twisted so fast he wondered how he hadn't snapped something, "I'm sorry, what? How is that even possible?"

"His medical report says that he has an eidetic memory and extremely high IQ; that may be why." Iwashi offered.

"Oh," Hiashi hummed, "Anything else?"

The next minutes passed with Hiashi learning almost everything about the redhead, Sabaku Gaara. Everything from age to his schooling to his employment, he knew about Gaara's stellar tax records, his medical status and the fact that he owned his own home; he drove his own car and managed his business accurately.

After twenty minutes he felt a little settled, this man seemed very upstanding and stable enough. He felt that his nephew had made a good choice but he still needed to make sure.

The Hyuuga Compound; 3:45 p.m. The dinner table,

"Neji," Hiashi said folding his napkin, "Please accompany me in my study."

The young Hyuuga felt a twinge of apprehension run through him, and looked across the table at Hinata if there she knew why he was being summoned.

Her head was down and she was picking at her food. She had been like this for the past few days and wanted to know why. He had previously planned to talk to her this evening but, apparently, that wasn't going to happen.

"Yes, Oji-san," Neji answered, pushing from the table, "I will."

As he moved Hinata looked up with a look that made Neji more than concerned about her. She looked like something was eating her alive, and that made his decision concrete; whatever happened with his uncle, he was going to talk to his cousin.

As he entered the study Hiashi moved to the deep couch and gestured for him to join him and Neji instantly felt his stomach roil. He was used to his uncle behind his table and him standing before it, talking about business, his internship of his university plans; he was not used to seeing his uncle in a casual setting.

Even feeling really uncomfortable, Neji sat across from him and placed his clenched fist on his thighs.

"Neji, son," Hiashi said softly, "Look at me."

Taking a deep breath Neji looked up to see his uncle having a look of soft patience on his face, "Son, I know there is something you want to tell me but I think I need to tell you something first."

Hiashi got up and went to his desk, took up a book and came back to him. Sitting beside his nephew Hiashi placed the book on both of their thighs.

"Open it."

Neji opened the book to find out it was an album, and at the front was a picture of his uncle and his father sitting beside each other, they were young, about five or six years old.

His grey eyes widened slightly as he spun a page, an older man with the same dark hair and grey eyes only he had crow's feet as the side was capture between the transparent sheets. He had never seen this before; it was clearly an album of his uncle, his father and his grandparents.

"My grandfather?" Neji asked

"He was known as Hyuuga Elder," Hiashi said softly, "Not much people know his name is Hoheto Hyuuga (1), his status always made people refer to him as 'Elder'."

Neji's fingers traced over his late grandfathers image, the man looked both stern and loving at the same time.

He spun again and saw an old woman, with dark hair streaked with grey, clad in a formal kimono and touching the older man, Neji could only assume she was his wife.

"Grandmother?" Neji asked and his uncle nodded.

The pages flipped and his eyes ran over images of his uncle and his brother growing up. He stopped at a picture of his uncle and his brother looking winded, skin flushed and having on Gi's. Both were holding up trophies and it was clear that they had just come from a martial arts competition.

His father was hugging his uncle with such a joyful look on his face that Neji suddenly felt a soft burning in the back of his eyes.

A section of his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth and he spun to see a double page, his uncle on one side standing beside a dark haired woman who had the gentle feature of Hinata, clearly she had been her mother.

On the other side of the page was his father, standing beside a light brown haired woman with light eyes. Neji stopped, was this a picture of his mother?

"Is she-" He stopped, not able to go further.

"Yes, she is your mother Neji. Her name was Rin Nohara, a specialist nurse in the Hokage's service." Hiashi said softly, "She was fine at first but after the marriage she became despondent and took drugs which eventually killed her."

"Why did she become despondent?" Neji swallowed. "Was it because of me?"

Hiashi seemed to take a deep breath, "Neji look at me."

The young teen faced his uncle and felt confused at the mixed look he was given.

"No, Neji, it wasn't because of you, she got depressed because," Hiashi breathed, it was now or never, "Because your father preferred his boyfriend more than he did her."

Neji froze.

He did not hear that right.

He had to be hallucinating.

There was no way his father was….gay.

Neji's insides felt ice cold. He didn't want believe what his uncle had told him and worse, he didn't want to think about the soft understanding look the older man was giving him, like he was expecting something from him.

Wait. No. NO!

NO!

Then the ice disappeared and he got terrified, adrenaline kicked into his body and before he knew it he was on his feet, ready to bolt but Hiashi reacted fast and grabbed him.

Neji struggled to break free but knew it was futile; his uncle's grip was unyielding. Knowing there was nothing he could do Neji gave up and hung his head, allowing his hair to cover his eyes. Before he knew it his head was buried in his uncle's chest and dry sobs were quaking his chest.

His uncle knew. He KNEW!

He was doomed. Flashes of him being kicked out of the clan, abandoned, disgraced and shoved away into a backwater town with no life, no prospects and with no future surged before him. He was as good as dead.

"Neji," Hiashi said, "Look at me son."

Neji still didn't move his face from his uncle's chest, terrified of what he might see.

"Neji, please, look at me," Hiashi pleaded, "I'm not angry, I promise."

Breathing hard Neji raised his head but his eyes were closed, "How did you know?"

A hand cupped the back of his head, "Don't worry about that, the only thing is I know now."

"I'm sorry uncle, I- I wanted to tell you but I just couldn't, I-" Neji broke off.

"I am not mad, son," Hiashi interrupted, "Believe me, I am not angry with you."

Wide grey eyes opened with trembling hope, "Y-you're not?"

A small smile crossed Hiashi's face, "I didn't expect it and it took me by surprise. I'm not exceedingly happy but I am not angry with you."

It wasn't what he was hoping for but it was better than nothing.

"Why?" Neji asked so quietly he couldn't even hear his own voice that clearly, "Why not?"

"Because I love you son," Hiashi said solidly, "And I'm not going to do what my father did. When our father found about Hizashi, he was so harsh on my brother that I got sick seeing him punished for something he couldn't control."

Neji was softly led back to the couch where Hiashi sat with him.

"Our father was a hard taskmaster; he forbade my brother to see his lover and ordered him to get married to carry on the Hyuuga name. To honour out clan, my brother obeyed and married Rin and then you were born, but he still saw his lover and when she found out about it she got depressed and became an addict."

Neji swallowed, "Is that why you wouldn't tell me about her?"

Haishi nodded, "I didn't think it would do you any good to know that your mother became a drug addict."

Neji swallowed hard and looked down at his lap, his fingers were sporadically clenching into fists.

Silence reigned for a moment.

"Do you have a boyfriend Neji?" Hiashi asked evenly.

Neji felt sick to his core but he had to be truthful now or this chance might never happen again.

Head bowed Neji nodded twice, trying hard to keep his emotions in check. A hand tilted his head up and Neji blinked.

Hiashi propped his nephew's head up and swallowed; a sculpted face, pale moonlight skin, large silver eyes and a graceful bow lips, the boy was so excruciatingly beautiful that there was no wonder the stronger sex had taken to him.

"Is he good to you son?" Hiashi asked plainly.

Pale lips twitched softly, "Yes, uncle, he is."

"Is that why you have been coming in so late at nights?" Hiashi questioned.

Neji flinched, how could he not expect that the compound guards would give reports of his abnormal actions to his uncle?

"Yes, Oji-san." He answered honestly; the horse had gone through the gate, it wasn't like there was anything else to lose, was there?

"Neji," his uncle shifted clearly uncomfortable with his next inquiry, "I know this is very invasive, but have you ever been… intimate with him?"

Red rushed to his face so hard Neji wondered if he had busted blood vessel in his head that would kill him and honestly, his death might have been more merciful than admitting this to his uncle.

His burning face twisted away only to hear his uncle's soft snort, "I'll take that a yes. I assume protection was used."

Dumbstruck, Neji nodded again.

Head down Neji tried to settle his mind when soft fingers reached around his neck and plucked at the line of a silver chain. Neji lifted his head to allow his uncle to pull the necklace out to palm the flat pendant.

"This is new…. 'Ai'," Hiashi said softly running his thumb over the engraftment, "… He loves you."

Neji nodded, thanking every higher power that his uncle wasn't aware that he was holding a submissive's collar.

"Yes he does, uncle," Neji replied in confirmation. "And I do too."

Hiashi glanced up at the clock and his eyes widened, it was to ten. Had they really stayed so long? The time felt like less than ten minutes to him.

"Go to bed Neji," Hiashi said standing up, "You have school tomorrow. We'll talk then and remember son, I am not angry at you."

Neji tucked the pendant under his clothes and nodded with a small smile, "Arigato, good night uncle."

On his way back to his room Neji didn't know what he was feeling, if he was elated or worried, if he was anxious or relived. The emotions were tumultuous in his stomach.

In his room Neji debated within himself is he should tell Sasuke about what had just happened and decided he need to digest it himself so he could have a clear mind when he did tell him.

Dressed in his pajamas Neji curled up on his side, his hand grasping the pendant. It was only just before he dropped into deep sleep his foggy mind realized that his uncle hadn't asked him who his boyfriend was.

The Kohonagaure Academy, Lunch Time; the Roof.

"Shut the fuck up." Sasuke swore his eyes wide and his face solidly stuck in shocked fascination. "You have to be fucking with me."

Neji just shook his head, "No, and I still can't believe what he told me."

Sasuke just leaned back on the water tank, the black plastic no different from his clothes of his hair.

"So your father was gay." He murmured, "That explains a lot."

Neji felt slightly annoyed, "He was bisexual Sasuke, not gay."

"Potato, Pah-tah-to," Black eyes rolled, "Call it what you will, it's basically the same. No wonder your mother had a problem with it. Naruto is the same and I have to stop myself from jumping every woman who looks at him sideways."

"Huh," Neji hummed, "That's basically every girl in our class and half of the juniors, aside from your stalkers of course."

Sasuke just grunted.

"You know what you should do," Neji hypothesized, "Give them a picture of you two kissing and it'll probably go away."

Sasuke shot him an 'are-you-crazy' look, "Fuck no, that'll make them worse, they're ALL yaoi fangirls."

Neji shrugged, "I'm sorry for you then."

Sasuke looked contemplative for a moment, "Did he ask you who your boy-toy was?"

Neji shifted on his feet, "No and that's slightly bothering me. Normally anyone would want to know who it was, so why didn't he?"

"Probably because he already knows who it is." Sasuke offered.

A hand met Neji's forehead, "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Probably because you're mind is stuck on the thorough fucking that boy-toy gave you." Sasuke smirked.

Neji shook himself, "I never got to ask what you two did that night."

Sasuke grinned, "This guy offered to give us a lesson. We found an empty room and asked who wanted it first, I, of course offered. Naruto was told to sit and shut up. I stripped, he tied me up a suspension rack and masked me, took out whip and ….well long story short, Naruto got so possessive he shoved the guy out of the room and we fucked all night long."

Neji just shook his head, "Not surprising."

"But anyway." Sasuke said, "If you think he knows about Gaara do you think he'll go after him?"

That was one question Neji couldn't answer.

Kohonagakure Proper, Anbu Corp. 3:05.

Another fruitless day of wading through the inanity of the general public's 'ability' to spot terrorists. The orange file of suspected terror activity was in danger of being burned to a crisp.

"Sabaku." Agent Green spoke from his office door.

Gaara looked up in small surprised and the director gestured for him to join him in his office. The gesture was repeated and Gaara obeyed his order.

"Close the door." Green said moving to his desk.

Gaara felt the muscles in his lower gut tense. The air had gone stiff and Gaara suspected that something critical was about to be discussed.

A file was given to him and after a look to his superior Gaara opened it to see three pictures and accompanying profiles.

"What's this?" he asked quietly.

"Your next assignment," Green answered. "It's an organization but, we don't know the name of it; we just know that they control the heroin drug trade between Japan, China, Thailand and the Philippines. It's a pyramid organization with local heads to run each country but the ultimate bosses are two men Danzo, Tobi and a woman named Shion."

"A woman is with them?" Gaara said, "That's… strange."

"No," Green said, "It really isn't. There a few notable drug rings run by women in the past. Shion is the pretty face of the organization; she does all the negotiations and handles all the books. She might look like a model but I've gotten reports of her flaying a man while he was alive. She's no joke. The men oversee the production and distribution."

"Okay," Gaara said, "And I'm guessing my assignment is to infiltrate them."

"Yes." Green said tightly, "But we don't have much clearance now. It's just a waiting game now until we do."

"Where are they based?" Gaara asked.

"Shanghai," Green replied stiffly, "You'll be going overseas as soon as we get clearance."

Gaara had gone still at the word, 'Shanghai'. His next thought was 'Neji'.

"Sabaku?" Green asked, "Do you copy?"

He snapped out of it, "Yes, sir. I do."

"Very good," Green said, "You may go back to your station. But before you go, would you mind telling me why you've been so… agreeable lately?"

A tight smile crossed his face, "I don't kiss and tell, sir."

A heavy eyebrow arched and Green's lips twitched, "I wouldn't expect you to. Good day Sabaku."

Gaara left the room and walked straight to his desk, grabbed his wallet and gun, and without a word walked out.

Just as he walked to his jeep two men approached him. Spotting them through the corner of his eye Gaara clenched his key in his palm.

"May I help you gentlemen?" he asked stiffly not even facing the two men.

"Sabaku Gaara?" one asked.

He turned, the men were hard faced but they didn't look like they were going to fight.

"Would you come with us please?" The other one said, "We don't need any trouble. Someone just wants to talk with you."

Gaara ran an assessing gaze over them. He knew from the angle of their feet they were ready to chase him if he ran and by the fluidness of their movements they were trained fighters. He was sure thought that if anything happened he could defend himself.

He glanced over at the door of Anbu Corp and then back to the men who were waiting for his answer.

"Sure." He answered and the first man gestured to a car waiting down the road. Gaara walked to the car with them.

A backdoor was opened and he was ushered in. Gaara settled in and closed his eyes as his mind brought up a map of the area and as the car moved on he tracked the movement and paired it with the map.

In seven minutes the vehicle stopped and verdant eyes opened. He knew exactly where he was, it was field office under the control of the Hyuuga clan where the Hyuuga's programmers and the Uchiha's engineers worked together.

Instantly he knew why he was there. Gaara steeled himself to face Hiashi Hyuuga.

He was led inside the entrance of the one floor building and down a corridor. Gaara didn't glance to the left of the right to the empty stations but his mind unconsciously mapped every way he could use for an emergency exit.

They took a small elevator to the top floor and soon enough Gaara was ushered into a room, half lit with benign lighting and standing at the window looking at the street below was Hiashi Hyuuga himself.

Gaara had enough sense to allow the man all the time he wanted before talking to him and thirty long seconds passed before the Hyuuga patriarch turned to him with a decidedly blank look on his face.

"Sabaku Gaara." Hiashi said walking towards him, "I assume you know why you are here."

Gaara nodded, "Your nephew Neji."

The man's lips pressed together at the informal address to his nephew, but then he remembered that this man and his nephew had been intimate so by all rights he could address him so.

Hiashi nodded, "Yes, and let's cut to the chase. My nephew is a sensitive soul, strong but naïve at the same time. He hasn't had any romantic involvement before and I know he takes this one with you seriously. He is deeply involved in this relationship and is very happy currently."

The elder Hyuuga met and held Gaara's eyes with a hard look, "A state which I want to continue, but if you plan on using him for temporary amusement then discarding him, I promise you that I will destroy you in every way and then no one will ever find your body."

Gaara had to hold in his shock at the blatant threat. Then again, Anko had warned him about Hiashi. On the surface, the man seemed so unassuming, but there was steel in those grey eyes that Gaara respected.

"Hyuuga-san, I swear on my father's grave, I have never deceived and I will never abandon Neji." Gaara replied solidly.

Hiashi's lips quirked, "Really, that's surprising considering that your father isn't actually dead."

"He is to me," Gaara said seriously.

"Are any of siblings involved in your life?" Hiashi asked genially, "Your sister Temari Samuels seems stable enough with her being an awarded journalist, she I wouldn't object to, but if your bother is anyhow involved and you want to continue to be involved with my nephew, I would advise you cut him off immediately."

Gaara wasn't the least surprised the man had found out about his siblings. "No, they are not."

Grey eyes seemed to slice into his with deadly intent, "I would advise you to not lie to me, if you do, you will never see my nephew again."

"I am not," Gaara replied, "There hasn't been any connection among us after the day we were split up."

Hiashi's expression shifted slightly, "Very well. Then there's only one thing I need from you."

Gaara tensed slightly, "And what might that be?"

"I need your commitment to stand by and support Neji in the future because he is the one who is going to succeed me as the head of the clan."

The Hyuuga Compound, 4:45 p.m. Neji's room.

Neji unlocked the door to his room to see Hinata sitting on his bed, looking even worse for wear.

Needless to say he was shocked. Hinata had never come into his room. The minute he stepped in her eyes shot up and they looked extremely sorrowful.

"Hinata-itoko?" Neji asked slowly approaching her. "What's wrong cousin?"

Hinata took one more look at him before bursting into sobs. Neji instantly grabbed her and held her to his chest. He waited until her sobs calmed down before he pulled back.

"What is it Hinata?" he asked, "Did Kiba do something to you? Did he hurt you in any way?"

A dark head shook, "N-no Neji, K-Kiba didn't d-do an-any-th-thing to me." The trapped air in her chest made her stutters worse, "B-but I d-did s-something – something b-bad."

Now he was concerned. "What is it Hinata? You can tell me, I promise I won't be angry."

Tearful silver eyes met his as she hiccupped and wrung her hands. "A-re you s-sure?"

He nodded, "I am, please tell me."

He head bowed, allowing her dark hair to cover her eyes. "A-about a f-few months a-ago someone asked me to s-spy on you. To t-tell them w-whenever you w-went out."

Neji frowned. "When was this Hinata?"

"I-it was just after y-you had dinner with Sasuke-kun's f-family," she admitted softly, "E-every time you went out I-I'd tell them and I think t-they had y-you f-followed."

Neji's mind spun, trying hard to remember any suspicious activity when he and Gaara went out. He couldn't come up with anything.

"What else?"

"I-I went into Tou-san's office to get a book and saw these." Hinata said, shoving some photos into Neji's chest.

Neji removed them, glanced down and swallowed. It was him and Gaara, walking back from the archery match and when Gaara had kissed him after their dinner and movie date at the hotel, just before he had found out about Gaara's other life.

So these were why his uncle had found out.

"Hinata, where did you find these?"

"I-in the top d-drawer in his d-desk, why?"

"How were they placed?"

"I-in a s-stack, the one with his arm a-around you on t-top and the one with you t-talking to him n-next and then one w-with you k-kiss-" she couldn't continue but Neji had heard enough.

"Stay here." Neji said, getting up.

He reiterated his order before leaving the room and went back to his uncle's study and replaced the pictured in the exact order in the top drawer and then went back to his room to find Hinata a little calmer.

"I-I'm sorry Neji," she grieved, "I didn't t-think this was g-going t-to happen."

"It's not a problem Hinata, uncle isn't mad, I promise you." He said softly, "Trust me, we… talked. He understands."

His frail cousin seemed to look like a ton of brick had just dripped from her shoulders.

"Are y-you sure?" she asked.

He nodded, "Just tell me, who was it that asked you to spy on me?"

A red flush crossed Hinata's face, "She s-said it w-would be the best t-thing for you a-and I th-"

Wait. What?

"She?" Neji asked, "Which she?"

Hinata breathed, "Uchiha Mikoto, Sasuke-kun's mother."

Later that night, lying on his bed Neji didn't know what of he felt relieved of betrayed, happy or hurt.

Mikoto; Sasuke's own mother had had him followed and spied on. The woman he called his adopted mother had done this. Is this why she had asked him if there was any 'new developments' in his life.?Had she already known about Gaara?

Flipping on his belly he was still at odds about telling this to Sasuke or not when his phone lit up, Gaara was calling him. He would see about that tomorrow when they had some private time together.

"Moshi?"

"Baby," Gaara said softly, "I think you should know something…"

Neji tensed, "What is it?"

"Your uncle found me-"

Shit! His suspicions from before were right!

Neji felt his heart drip to the sole of his feet, fear pumped through his mind like a roaring beast. His mind seemed to blank out and he couldn't even gather the strength to ask the one question slamming in his mind like a banging drum.

Insane images of Gaara's death sprung in his mind, his lover was going to die. He was going to lose the one person he loved with all his heart, mind and soul.

"-He gave me his approval to see you."

It took Neji a few long seconds to realize what his boyfriend had just said and when it did sink in his pounding heart seemed to stop raging and he released the tense breath that had been caught in his lungs.

"H-he did?" Neji stuttered, "My uncle said-"

"That we can see each other baby," Gaara said, "He only asked me to stand by you and honestly, he didn't even have to. Fuck, if he'd asked me for a blood ransom for you I'd bare my wrists. I love you baby. Never doubt that."

The corner of Neji's bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as his eyes closed tightly.

"I know," he paused, "…I want you."

He heard something like growl, "I want you even more."

Neji's hand traced down his chest to slip under his cotton pajama top and then pressed on his lower belly, "I feel so empty."

A beat.

"Baby, don't do this." Gaara said.

"I'm empty and I want to feel you," Neji's voice had dipped to low and sultry. "I want to feel your lips on my neck, you tongue tracing over my skin, your hands pulling my clothes off…"

"Neji, don't."

"I want to feel you turn me over, trace your tongue down my spine…"

"Fuck baby."

"I want to feel you pull me apart and your slick muscle tease me there…wet me…"

"Motherfuck," Gaara swore breathily, "Baby, you're making me hard."

"I want to squirm while you lick me there, and cry out while you breach me…"

Neji's head was arched over as his hand dipped under his balls to his entrance.

"I want to feel you suck me, lick me, bite me." Neji said, "I want you to put me on my knees, press your hard cock into my skin, lean over me and bite my shoulder…"

Soft pants were in his ear now.

"I want to feel you teeth sink in my skin, marking me as yours, grabbing my hair, arching me back…" Neji moaned, "I want to feel your fingers in me, working me open, growling how hard and long you want to fuck me…"

"Baby, fuck!" Gaara snarled.

"I want to feel you pushing me down your bed and grabbing my hips…" Neji whispered wrapping his hand around his cock. "Then I want to feel you in me, so hard and throbbing. I want to be so full, with my hair over my back, my head twisted to the side begging you to fuck me…"

"Damn it, Neji!"

"You start to move long and slow, I grip the sheets, my teeth sink into the pillow, my body is rocking under yours. Your hands are so tight on my hips, pulling me into you."

"Neji-"

"Then you grab my shoulder and start to ram so hard I see white behind my eyes. I'm crying, gasping, begging you to go harder, to stain me. I clench hard, taking each thrust deep. I want you to explode, I want to feel your wet cum in me, to feel you…"

"Neji, fuck, stop!" Gaara pleaded.

Neji didn't obey his hand moving harder over his turgid shaft. "I want to feel your bite marks in my skin; I want to feel like marked property. I want to fuck me so hard I'll feel you for days."

"Baby, trust me, if you want that it can be arranged." Gaara said, his breath coming out in frustrated growls.

"Ah," Neji gasped, pleasure surged to his brain as his hand pumped, "Gaara, I want you inside me, thrusting hard, suckling my nipples. My skin wet with sweat, my muscles clamping down on you, squeezing you till you cry out."

"You're going to kill me," Gaara swore his voice strained.

The coils of pleasure tightened and Neji orgasmed with a small gasp. His eye were closed the feeling of the mental rushed slowly petering out. A small strangled grunt announced Gaara's own climax.

Silence for a long moment.

"How the fuck did that happen?" Gaara said tightly.

Sleepily blinking his eyes open Neji stared at the ceiling, "You mean how I turned the tables?"

An amused snort was his answer.

"When can I see you?" Neji asked.

A beat, "This weekend, Sunday hopefully. Things are on the edge here, I might have a job."

At the vague mention of Gaara's real profession Neji sobered, "You'll be safe right? Promise me you'll be safe."

"Always," Gaara said softly, "I have you come back to, don't I?"

Smiling softly Neji nodded, "I hope so."

"Goodnight baby," Gaara said, "And don't get mad at your uncle, he's just doing what is best."

Neji frowned slightly but then let it go. "I won't. Goodnight Gaara."

The Kohonagakure Academy, 8:00 a.m

"No shit." Sasuke said pulling the door of the car and walking to the school. "He actually went to meet your boy-toy without loosening the hounds of hell on him?"

"No," Neji said pushing the doors open and walking to their lockers; as they turned a corner a girl rushed by them tears streaming down her face.

Sasuke shot his a confused look as they neared the row where his locker was and stopped in the middle of the hallway that was littered with gawking students.

Neji froze.

This had to be a nightmare.

It HAD to be a nightmare from the lowest part of hell.

Pasted on a stretch of five lockers, Sasuke's included, were pictures of all sizes with high def images of Sasuke and Naruto holding hands, laughing with each other, cuddling, playfully shoving each other and in the middle of the horrendous collage, on Sasuke's locker, was huge one of them kissing under a cherry tree.

Sasuke's bag had dropped to his feet and not even a hint of blood was in his already pale face making him look like a veritable corpse.

The hallway was as silent as a graveyard.

"What the hell was that for Kiba!" A loud voice swore from the entrance of the hall. Naruto's. "What the hell is th- motherfuck!"

Neji couldn't even react as Sasuke turned and bolted through the hall bursting outside, the doors swinging behind him. A split second later Naruto promptly ran after him.

Silently, Neji leaned down and took up Sasuke's satchel. Ignoring the whispers around him Neji, grim faced and teeth grit, silently started to rip the photos off the lockers.

TBC

Notes:

Hoheto Hyuuga – Is actually another shinobi of the Hyuuga clan, but the head of the Hyuuga clan was named "Hyuuga Elder."

This is the beginning of "DIRTY LITTLE SECRET".

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