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: I'M SO SORRY FOR THIS LATE UPDATE GUYS. Warning for EXPLICIT SEX, be warned.
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UN-BETA'D
Chapter 16: Bliss or Blisters?
Previously:
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.
One week.
Seven days, one hundred and sixty-eight hours; ten thousand and eighty minutes, six hundred and four thousand and eight hundred seconds; that was how long Sasuke had seemed to drop off the face of the earth.
Uchiha Sasuke was gone.
It wouldn't really affect his grades because the Uchiha was a straight 'A' student, but it sure as hell was affecting his reputation.
The longer the Uchiha was absent, the worse the rumours got. It didn't help either that Naruto was absent also. Neji had tried to call Sasuke but every time the phone rang it went out to voicemail. His Facebook account was down, his messenger was inactive and all his emails bounced.
The day after the incident at school, a worried Neji had even gone over t0 the Uchiha Mansion to talk to his cousin but was told that Sasuke wasn't there. Sasuke had rushed back home and without a word to anyone, grabbed a bag from his closet, jumped into his car and sped off to god knows where.
A cursory check told him that Naruto was missing as well. Neji's thoughts had spanned the spectrum of the two running off to elope or them performing a Romeo and Juliet kind of suicide.
Neji had even been tempted to ask Gaara to utilize his formidable powers to track the two down, but he had refrained. He knew Sasuke; he knew that the Uchiha might run and may hide, but eventually Sasuke would come to his senses and return.
But now, in the Uchiha's absence, it was he, Neji, that faced the some of the blunt of the backlash.
A majority of girls from all levels had taken a turn for the worst, some outright snubbing him to angrily accusing him of treachery to walking around in a daze to breaking down in tears.
The boys were different, most of them were blatantly running obscenely mocking jokes about the two and some were bragging that they had seen the signs all along, others didn't hide their hateful scorn and the rest just simply didn't care.
Kiba, though, stomped through the halls looking from angry to lost and sporadically depressed. Neji could only assume that he was grieving that Naruto, his best friend, hadn't told him something so important his life.
Sakura and Ino looked catatonic. The day after the revelation, the two juniors looked like that had been dragged off the set of 'The Walking Dead' with how haggardly they looked. Neji had taken pains to avoid them whenever they were in his vicinity.
Yesterday as Neji was going to his car, Neji had saw a stone faced Tsunade stomping to the dark tinted car that was waiting for her just outside. Neji could only assume that the mayor had just gotten up to speed on her grandson's activities.
Tsuande had never had a… cordial relationship with the Uchiha's Clan and he didn't even want to know how she was swallowing the fact that her son was in a… something with the gothic emo brat Uchiha devil.
Sighing Neji just silently drove home.
The Amnesia Club 4:30. p.m
"No." Gaara said the monosyllable word stressed with refusal. "I am not doing it!"
"You don't have a choice Sabaku," a man only known as Luther said, "You signed a contract and therefore you, as a Dom, have an obligation to be used as we see fit."
"Then you do it!" Gaara snarled, "You're the head Dom here, why don't you do it!"
"Because he specifically asked for you," Luther retorted, his dark eyebrows lowered, "Kimamaro Kaguya is-"
"The Japanese version of Justin Timberlake," Gaara spat turning on his heel, "I know."
"He's a rich sub who wants you… only you," Luther finished grudgingly, "Fuck; don't you think I would have done it if he had picked me out of the ledger?"
"So he saw a picture of me and read my record, so what?" Gaara snarled, "I told you I will not have sex with anyone other than my sub."
"You're in luck then," Luther shrugged, "He doesn't want sex, he wants discipline. He wants to be tied up and flogged."
Still Gaara hedged, "Get someone else to do it, fuck, tell him I'm sick, out of the country, even dead."
"With the five times the money he's paying us, even if you were dead I'd find some way to resurrect your ass." Luther said calmly, "It's just one session Shukaku, I'm sure your boy-toy can understand that."
"Are you sure you can't find anyone else?" Gaara pressed a pale hand raking through his hair.
"He doesn't want anyone else," Luther repeated jealously,
"And what if I say no?" Gaara asked looking at the wall.
"You'd forfeit your contract and your membership here," Luther said, "You won't be allowed in and even less to use our equipment. And since this is the only club on this kind in the country, you might need to go to another one in Iwa or Suna for example."
Gaara's teeth grit hard. Club Amnesia had been his second home for over four years. He had found solace and acceptance there in the dark four walls of this building. If he left it would carve something out of his soul forever.
"…Fine," Gaara reluctantly agreed. "I'll do it. When is it though?"
"Tonight," Luther said blankly.
Gaara spun on his heel, "What the fuck you mean tonight?"
"As in two hours from now," Luther said, "The man is in town for five days and most of that time is parading for the press. He came here and requested our services and you know the rest."
Gaara grunted running a hand through his hair, "Fuck, fine."
Luther threw a key to him with a skull ring, "The Dungeons Shukaku, get ready."
The Amnesia Club, 6:30 pm; The Dungeons.
The Dungeons that Gaara was assigned to were just that; dungeons. Modelled after medieval torture chambers the Amnesia's club's Dungeons were dark fitted with modified torture instruments like the Iron Maiden and The Rack. There was even a Judas Cradle for those who got off on being stretched and a wooden pillory for flogging.
The room was lit by tall thick candles and an iron chandelier over head with smaller candle. Thick mats were on the stone floor and the walls were adorned with chains and manacles for suspension.
The man kneeling on the floor, to Gaara's concentration was disturbingly gorgeous. Kaguya Kimamaro had the most androgynous face Gaara had ever seen. With such a slim face, slender nose, large green eyes and fluttering silver hair it was no wonder he was the most sought after actor to play dual roles; male and female.
Dressed in torn jeans alone and barefooted, Gaara looked down at the bowed head. It was clear that the man already knew the ropes and was a little glad for it; he didn't want to break in a novice.
"Stand," Gaara ordered.
Like a smooth wave the man stood and Gaara ran an eye over him. Kimamaro, dressed in a pair of silvery shorts, was slender, pale skinned with a flat toned stomach, small hips and long legs. His belly button was pierced and so were his nipples.
While he was perusing the man Gaara also was being perused.
"So you're here for discipline," Gaara said tightly while circling him, "Before I ask you what your transgressors are, let me lay down the rules. You will address me as 'Sir,' no Master or my name. I am not here to get any more familiar with you except to give you what you've asked for."
Gaara circled him once more, "There will be no sex at all. You will not look me in the eyes unless ordered to do so; you will not speak unless ordered to do so and under no circumstance will you touch me. You will follow every command given and you have the right to safe words, 'white' when you're nearing breaking point and 'black' when you cannot take anymore. Do you understand? Speak!"
"Yes Sir," Kimamaro's voice was smooth and sensuous like a prowling cat on the hunt, "I understand."
Gaara felt trepidation run though him; he had to tread carefully with this one.
"Good," Gaara's voice was strict, "What rule have you broken?"
"I had vowed to stay away from sex for six months but two weeks ago, on the days before the end, I allowed a man to fuck me… over and over again." Kimamaro murmured, "During it, I felt alive but when he was gone I felt disgusted with myself. I couldn't look myself in the mirror."
Gaara stilled for a moment. It wasn't that surprising for some people to take these oaths for themselves. "So what do you think is the correct punishment for your transgression?"
"I need to be flogged," Kimamaro said eyes down, "With a whip."
"Very well," Gaara replied, "But before we start, recite the safe words for me."
After the man dutifully recited the words Gaara moved over to the pillory, "Come here, I'll strap you in and we'll begin. Remember, at any time you're overwhelmed use the words."
Kimamaro moved smoothly over to the wooden apparatus. Gaara held up the top half of the humiliation device and the man sibilantly bent over to place his head and both hands in the holes.
As he locked the wood over and secured the locks he caught a glimpse of the man's rounded behind up in the air; a temptation to any gay man. Gaara passed it without a glimpse.
Before had met Neji he wouldn't have had any reservations with fucking that level of temptation placed so easily before him but now that he knew what he had, this disturbance didn't even come up as a blimp on his radar.
Grabbing the cleaned flog Gaara turned to him, "Count."
As a seasoned Dom, Gaara was familiar with the spaced out look on a sub's face after a discipline session. The potent mix of endorphins, serotonin and other brain fluids in his brain paired with small encouragements and praises of following through with the rigors of his punishments made Kimamaro's eyes looked drugged.
The man's back, buttocks and thighs were stained red, the marks of the whips. Some of the lines were tinged with deeper red advertising that the skin had broken and blood was beading there.
Gaara released him from the bindings and gently ushered him to a covered bed in the corner of the room. After retrieving a tube of antibiotic ointment from a medicine chest, with gently fingers, he applied the salve to where the whip had accidentally cut into the pale skin.
After adding a line to a cut from his lower thigh to the side of his left buttock he felt Kimamaro's shiver. Softly tugging the man's shorts over his ass Gaara placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him up.
Kimamaro's head was down with his silvery hair over his eyes. Gaara could only assume he was still in his subspace.
"Time's up. Well done," Gaara said evenly, "Fifty lashes aren't easy to take."
The head lifted and Gaara was gifted with smouldering green eyes. The man wasn't penitent; he was aroused.
Before he knew it Kimamaro's hand was on his chest, "You're so dominant… I want you to fuck me."
Gaara slapped his hand off him, "No, and I told you no touching."
The Kaguya's head tilted and his smiled, "That was during the session, it's over now and I want your cock inside me. I want you."
"And I don't want you," Gaara growled getting angry, "I will not fuck you, not now, not ever. In fact, I don't even want to touch you. We are done here. Leave when you're ready."
Turning on his heel and striding to the door he heard Kimamaro call at his back, "I'll get my way, one way or another."
"Luther," Gaara snarled slapping the man's desk, "I've done my duty. Do not let that asshole near me again or he'll regret it."
Standing up from his office chair Luther looked alarmed, "Please for fuck's sake don't tell me you did something to get us sued."
"No," Gaara said, "He's fine, more than fine actually but I will not see him again."
Luther's dark eyes looked amused, "Care to tell me why?"
"He fucking touched me," Gaara snapped, "You know that I do not like anyone but my sub touching me."
Luther sat back down and waved before tapping his laptop awake, "Fine, fine. Don't get your panties in a knot. I'll sort it out, you can go."
Giving the man a level look with an edge of a threat, Gaara huffed and turned away. "You better damn well do it."
The Kohonagakure Academy 7:48 a.m
Neji knew something was up the moment he drove into the school's compound and by the amount of students mingling on the quad.
Carefully directing the car to his usual parking spot Neji's eyes nearly dropped out of his head to see Sasuke's dark and tinted BMW in his own spot.
Sasuke was back.
Slowly shutting the car off Neji groaned; all these people were risking detention just to see Sasuke emerge from the dark of his luxury car. Checking the time on his cell phone Neji grimaced; it was seven fifty three.
If Neji knew his cousin, he knew that Sasuke was going to stay there till it was a minute before attendance and then rush to his first class. Neji closed his eyes for a minute, reached over to his passenger seat, grabbed his satchel and opened his door.
Ignoring the stares directed his way Neji crossed over to Sasuke's car and with his knuckled lightly knocked on the window of the driver's seat.
Through the dark glass Neji saw Sasuke's head twitch towards him and then twist back to look straight out the windscreen.
Neji knocked harder and more rapidly and didn't stop; each rhythmic sound clearly aggravating the Uchiha until Sasuke slammed his flat palm on the inside of the glass.
Satisfied Neji stepped back and waited patiently for Sasuke to come out so he could see him for the first time in nine days.
It seemed like a small eternity as the door opened and Sasuke stepped out, dark hair carefully coiffed and uniform seamed to a knife edge. The only thing out of place was the pair of high end pitch-black sunglasses on his face.
Sasuke flipped his book-bag over his shoulder, "Can we go already?"
Shaking his head softly Neji replied, "Yes; be prepared for the hounds of hell though."
Sasuke just grunted walking forward, head straight without any shift to the left or the right at the students gaping at him.
It got worse in the hallways with everyone from students to teachers to the ancillary staff vying to get a look at the missing Uchiha.
To his credit Sasuke didn't look to the left of the right when making his way to their first class. Inside, Sasuke just sat and took out his books like everyone including the lecturer was staring at him.
The room was deathly silent until the bell rang and the instructor began the class.
The Senior Class Cafeteria time; 12:30 p.m.
Neji turned a blind eyes to the people openly stared at him and Sasuke as they entered the lunchroom.
Half of the day had gone and so far, so good. The majority of the people in the school had ogled and snickered at Sasuke like he was a walking mutation but no one had dared to approach them. But by the growing tick in the Uchiha's jaw, Neji knew that their stares were getting to his cousin.
They had successfully made it thought the lunch line and Neji was hoping for some calm as they were going to their usual lunch spot but sadly that hope was shattered.
Suddenly, Sasuke threw down his tray and hopped up on the table. In less than a second every eye in the room was on him. Neji didn't have time to react when Sasuke ripped the glasses off his face and started speaking.
"Listen all of you nosy ass assholes," Sasuke snarled, "Since you're all so obsessed with my life instead of paying attention to your own pathetic ones, I'm going to say this once and for all. Listen up and listen clearly."
The whole room was graveyard silent.
Pleased, Sasuke started, "For all my fan-girls, newsflash, in case you haven't realized, I hate the mounds of fat and flesh you females call breasts that you shove in my face every-fucking-day. I hate your perfume, your screechy voices and your incessant tries to get me to date you!"
The silence continued and Sasuke just took that as fuel.
"Since you all need confirmation straight from the horse's mouth, here it is; I, Uchiha Sasuke, am fucking gay. Heard that? I am a fucking bottom bunk, cock-sucking, faggot who doesn't give a damn what any of you think."
Neji cringed hoping to every power out there that Sasuke was done; sadly he was wrong.
"Understand this; I. Fuck. Boys- not girls."
Neji's stomach nearly revolted when he saw the horror-stricken faces around him.
"Oh and yeah, one more thing, Uzumaki Naruto is my boyfriend, get it! He's mine. We've been screwing since our dicks started growing. Yes he kicks my teeth in when we fight and sometimes he beats me black and blue, and I don't care if any of you get it but that's how I get off, so from now on, leave us the fuck alone!"
Neji felt faint; every drop of blood in his body was somewhere at his feet.
Sasuke jumped off the table and grabbed his bookbag and turned to the door.
"Where are you going?" Neji barely managed to ask.
"The principals' office to get suspended again," Sasuke said smoothly while putting the shades on, "Where do you think?"
Neji could only watch as the Uchiha made his way to the end of the room in a clear berth. It was a full five minutes after the doors had swung behind Sasuke people started talking again in hushed whispers.
Unable to stomach anything Neji discarded his own lunch and went outside to find a private place.
Under the eaves of the tool shed out back Neji leaned on the wall and called Gaara. He knew the redhead might be working but right now he needed to hear his Dom's voice.
After five full rings Gaara answered, "…What's wrong baby?"
Eyes closed and head back on the wall Neji replied, "Why do you think something's wrong?"
"Intuition," Gaara replied, "You wouldn't call me at this time of day if something wasn't spinning your head in circles and so I'm asking again, what's wrong Neji?"
"Sasuke," Neji admitted, "He came back today and just did a show in the cafeteria and the only things missing were fireworks and bullhorn."
Gaara hummed, "He came out publicly, didn't he?"
"Well," Neji sighed, "In truth he was out from last week when the lockers were plastered with pictures of him and Naruto kissing but today he just went nuclear. Told the whole senior class that he was, and I quote, a 'fucking bottom bunk, cock-sucking, faggot who doesn't give a damn what any of you think'."
A small laugh came from the other end of the line, "Never put it past him."
"Really," Neji asked, "Why?"
"I knew Shisui," Gaara replied, "He wasn't afraid to put on a show either."
"Hm," Neji hummed, "Okay."
"…You sound stressed out," Gaara said, "Why not come by tonight and allow me to relieve that stress."
Neji laughed softly, "By your signature way of relieving my stress."
"Baby, there is no moment of my life when I don't want to fuck you," Gaara replied bluntly, "But not this time; I want just hold you. I'm not saying that things won't get heavy, I really just want to hold you."
Neji felt the bottom of his gut clenching. Just to be held in his Dom's arms sounded way more appealing than sex.
"I'll be there." Neji answered, "But what happened to this Sunday?"
"I'm being selfish," Gaara replied, "Sue me."
Neji laughed, "I'll be there, goodbye Gaara... I love you."
"You'd better," Gaara snorted, "Laters baby."
Hiashi Hyuuga's Study… 6;30. p.m
Neji, holding a packed bag, softly knocked on his uncle's study and after getting permission to enter to see his Uncle shifting through a pile of papers.
"Uncle," Neji said to get his attention.
Hiashi looked up with a small frown on his face, "Yes, nephew?"
"I'm going to Gaara's," Neji said not feeling the impetus to ask permission now that his uncle knew, "He invited me over and… I just want a small break."
Hiashi leaned back, his intuitive eyes picking up the bag, "You're staying over? Neji, it's a school night."
"I know Oji-san, and I will be there on time." Neji promised. "It's just… I haven't seen him in awhile."
Even though the creases in his face showed that his uncle wasn't completely comforted with it he nodded, "…. I can't really restrict you. I trust you to do what is right Neji, be careful though."
Smiling in gratefulness, Neji bowed, "Thank you Oji-san."
In the garage Neji took out his phone and called Sasuke. It rang out to voicemail, just like the past five times. Neji sighed, Sasuke was ignoring everyone again.
Grimacing he remembered when they were thirteen and Sasuke had been diagnosed with borderline Bipolar disorder and he had gotten medication that had helped. Over the years, and with his steady improvement, the dosage had been reduced to nothing much.
Lately though, the Uchiha had been going through these mood swings for the past few months and Neji was hoping that Sasuke wasn't relapsing.
Leaving another message on his machine to call him, Neji got into his car and drove to Gaara's house.
Gaara's house, Industrial Sector 6:56 p.m
Neji was nursing a glass of red wine as he watched Gaara clear away the plates. When the young Hyuuga had arrived Neji had been surprised to see that Gaara had prepared a meal for the two of them.
He had no idea that Gaara could cook but apparently by the fullness of his stomach he was wrong.
That evening he was also taught how to swallow oysters. Smiling over the rim of his glass Neji watched the tank clad back of his lover go about scraping the dishes before his mind wondered.
A plate of strange gray objects over ice with and bowl of lemon wedges were placed before him. Neji had frowned slightly,
"What are those?"
Gaara had sat beside him, "Oysters baby, the king of aphrodisiacs."
Neji snorted, "Like you need those,"
A shrug of Gaara's toned shoulders. "You're right but it can't hurt to try, can it?"
Neji had given a small grimace, "I've never had one and besides, it just looks… wrong."
A low but humoured laugh had rumbled from Gaara's chest, "I know baby, but I think you should try it."
Still Neji hesitated until Gaara turned to him, "How about if I made it a little more fun?"
Intrigued, Neji looked at him, "How?"
Gaara to reached over and squirted some lemon juice over one and picked it up.
"Lean back baby, the secret is to tip and swallow; don't chew." Gaara ordered before he placed the oyster in his mouth and placed his mouth Neji.
Gray eyes were mere centimetres from green and instinctively, Neji opened his mouth as Gaara pushed the oyster from his lips into him. Neji allowed the thick fleshy mass with its taste of seawater, salt, and citrus, to slide down his throat.
"Well?"
Licking his lips Neji shot a look to the plate, "… I think… I'll have another…"
"Good baby," Gaara said very pleased.
Neji put hand on his chest. "… But only if you'll feed me them, that way."
A sly smirk crossed Gaara's face, "I'll be more than happy to."
Gaara had mouth fed the oysters to Neji one at a time till they were all done. Half reclining on the couch with Gaara leaning over him and his Dom's hand on his stomach the close contact had made tension spring up between them.
Neji had seen how Gaara had to force himself to not ravish him there and then but had made them eat the dinner he had prepared.
God help Neji if he knew what it was.
"Lost in thought baby?"
Neji snapped out of his musings to see Gaara standing above him holding out a plate of chocolate something.
Swallowing he asked, "What's that?"
"Tiramasu, chocolate perfection," Gaara replied softly sitting beside him and placing it on the coffee table, "I got it from the am Italian place I know of. I thought you'd be hungry for sweets."
Neji softly put the half full glass beside it and turned to him and lowered his eyelids, "I'm hungry… but not for sweets."
After a moment, Gaara leaned in and trapped Neji's bottom lip between his teeth. "Me too, stand up."
Slowly, very slowly Gaara started to strip Neji out of every stitch of clothing the young Hyuuga had on. Gaara started with his shirt, a loose long sleeved shirt that covered down to his fingertips that gave him and innocent boyish look.
With his hands under and pressed lightly on Neji's skin, Gaara lowered his eyelids over dark jade orbs to give Neji a smouldering lust filled look.
"Arms up baby," Gaara ordered.
Shivering at the feel of his Dom's hands and the authoritative tone in his voice Neji obediently lifted his arms. In short order the shirt was up and off him and the cool breeze from the air conditioner above ran softly over his heated skin making his smooth alabaster skin tremble.
"Stay. Do not move," Gaara ordered again before he walked behind Neji.
Fingers clenching at his side and his stomach tightening with every passing moment, Neji forced himself to be still.
Gaara traced his fingers over Neji's shoulder smiling when goose bumps immediately sprung up after the light touch. Behind him now Gaara slid his hands under the majestic mane of Neji's hair and safely out of his sub's sight swallowed hard. Neji's hair had been the first thing that had grabbed Gaara's attention in that dark alley and even not it hadn't let it go.
Fleetingly, Gaara had despaired that he wasn't going to get a chance to touch it but not that Neji was his, and his only, he touched it with every chance he got.
Placing his fingers at the base of Neji's neck Gaara started to massage the tense tendons there and smirked when a low moan of appreciation slithered out of Neji's mouth.
He worked the muscles there till Neji almost turned to mush and after a last rub moved to his hair. Parting the thick mass Gaara started to braid them. The feel of the silken mass sliding through this fingers made Gaara's arousal heighten and to know that Neji was his, made his lust grow even more.
With the two hip length braids Gaara wrapped them around Neji's head to form a crown atop his head by tucking the ends under the other wraps.
Moving back to Neji front, with pleasure he took in the wide blown pupils in moonstone eyes. Neji's face was flushed and his bottom lip was bitten red.
Gaara frowned and pressed a thumb to the assaulted appendage, "Didn't I tell you that biting your lips is my job, baby?"
Before Neji could answer Gaara claimed his lips in a bruising kiss, ravaging the younger man's mouth with lust fuelled ferocity. Gradually, Gaara slowed his motions, stroking Neji's tongue and running the tip of his over a sensitive palate. Eventually, he pulled back with soft sucks to ruby red lips. Finishing off with a soft cat like lick, Gaara pulled off to see deep and hungry eyes.
Neji was panting and Gaara just pressed his cheek to Neji's and whispered into this ear, "Let's get the rest off you, hm?"
Wordless, Neji could only nod before Gaara dipped his head to take the pendant of Neji's sub collar between his teeth. The older man instantly bit down on it, the move flashing his canines in such a bestial move that the young Hyuuga shivered even more.
Silently, Gaara slipped down from his neckline down his body, kissing all the way till he ended up on his knees. Unhooking Neji's pants and shoving them to his thighs Gaara smirked in satisfaction at the physical proof of Neji's arousal; black boxer briefs were strained at the seam with Neji's erection.
Pressing his lips to a growing dark spot Gaara murmured, "We can't have that, can we?"
"Ga-ahh!"
Before Neji knew it, Gaara had wrapped his lips around Neji's cock and was flicking his rough tongue over the slit.
Fighting his urge to bury his hands into a thick head of red hair, Neji clenched his hands into fists so hard that his nails were cutting into his palms.
Smiling, Gaara gave one more teasing lick before he swallowed him whole.
"FUCK!" Neji screamed, the heat of the Gaara's mouth made red bloom behind his eyes. "G-Ga-Gaara!"
It was torture. All Neji could comprehend was heat, wet, slick muscle working over him, a tight seal of a deep throat, the pleasurable prick of teeth, the relentless move of a unforgiving mouth and then he was coming.
Neji didn't know how he stayed upright when all his energy had fled his legs. It was a minute or two before his body caved and he wobbled. Swiftly Gaara grabbed him and held him up bridal style.
Blinking through hazy eyes Neji looked up to see amused but still lustful verdant eyes looking at him.
"I hate you," Neji whispered lovingly.
"I know baby," Gaara kissed him on the forehead. "Come on, I promised you I'd hold you, didn't I?"
Nodding Neji rested his head in the crook of Gaara's neck when the older man took a stronger hold on his body and started walking. Not really caring where he was being taken to, Neji just busied himself with pressing his nose into Gaara's skin, breathing in the scent of his skin.
Gaara smelt like sweat and dark musky cologne; the combined smell screaming virile, possessive male.
He barely registered when Gaara walked them into the bathroom and he was set down on the closed toilet. Leaning back Neji watched as Gaara took some vial out of his medicine cabinet and pour it into the filled bathtub.
A scent of white lilies and vanilla tinted the air and then Neji realized why Gaara had braided his hair; he didn't want it to get wet.
Neji watched as Gaara shucked his pants and boxers baring himself to the Hyuuga. Neji felt his mouth water at the sight of his man's generous length that was filling by the second.
Still in his daze Neji only felt when Gaara took him up and stepped into the tub and slowly sank them into the warm depths. Cloaked with the fragrant water Neji inhaled the smell of vanilla and white lilies.
Gaara placed Neji between his legs and pulled him back to him, the then reached over and pressed a button to make the pumps start.
Closing his eyes and leaning back into Gaara's body Neji felt a wave of peace wash over him like a calm river. There was nothing better than this, relaxing in the arms of the man he loved and letting all the concerns of the outside world fade away.
The feel of a something on the front of his chest made Neji open his eyes to see Gaara running a dark blue loofah tenderly washing his chest. Irrationally tears beaded at the corners of Neji's eyes at the caring gesture. He pressed his head deeper into Gaara's chest, turned his face and pressed his lips there.
Gaara stopped his motions and shifted Neji to look into his eyes, "…Baby?"
Neji swallowed, "… I love you."
A small smile crossed Gaara's face as he dropped the loofah and clutched Neji's chin. Deep green eyes pressed into his.
"Do you know what you're done to me?" Gaara said without waiting for Neji's answer, "You've filled a space in me that I didn't even know was there. You made me realize that I wasn't as empty as I thought I was. You gave me a reason to not only live but love and…. you complete me baby, you're my life now."
Neji took a moment to digest those words and after a moment turned around and smoothly climbed on Gaara's lap.
"Make love to me Gaara," Neji whispered, "Let me feel you, right here, right now. I want you inside me."
"What about not getting heavy?"
"I don't care," Neji refused, "I want you and your dick pressing into my thigh means you want me too, so come on."
Instantly Gaara's hands slipped down to plump cheeks and squeezed them. He dipped his head to Neji's neck and latched his lips on a sliver of skin there, just above his pulse point.
Nerves trembling Neji wrapped his arms around his lover and pressed himself tighter on him. Fingertips flitted over his entrance and Neji moaned deeply into his chest at the familiar touch.
"Neji, baby, look at me."
Lifting his eyes up gray eyes met deep green and the love Neji saw there made his chest tighten.
"Keep looking at me baby," Gaara said using the lubricant of the water to push into his sub's body. "Don't look away."
Another finger entered and both digits made a 'come hither' motion to stroke over his prostate. Instantly, Neji's nerve endings were lit on fire. Even with the pleasure running through his body Neji forced himself to not stray from Gaara's eyes.
A thumb pressed on his perineum stroking the small patch of skin between his balls and his ass and the warm feel of his pleasure heightened into a flame. Then the tips of the two fingers inside him pressed on that spot inside him and didn't shift. Tiny shocks of nerve deep pleasure ran through Neji's trembling body and his vision doubled.
"G-Gaara," Neji moaned, "I can't take this much longer… you're so close but so far, please, just do it."
Silently, Gaara placed a hand under Neji's thigh and lifted him up, using the other hand to position himself at his entrance. Neji felt the thick dome of his boyfriend's cock on his clenching entrance and not moving his eyes from Gaara's slowly sank down until the whole length was buried inside him.
When he felt Gaara's thighs under him and realization that his body had completely sheathed Gaara, Neji gasped. It was so deep this way and he was so incredibly full. Gaara's cock seemed to pulse within him and Neji, unconsciously, clenched his passage tight, squeezing the rock hard dick buried to the hilt inside him.
"Ungh!"
Gaara's head was arched back as his stiff fingers dug into Neji's thighs, the tendons of his neck standing out. When he opened them Gaara's eyes were a bonfire.
"Fuck me baby," Gaara growled gripping his hips, "Ride me hard."
Pushing forward Neji began to rock; he braced his arms or Gaara's shoulders and rocked hard, developing a momentum, back and forth while squeezing his muscles over Gaara's stiff thick cock. The position made the head of Gaara's dick meet his prostate with every move and Neji's mouth dropped open with his pleasured gasps.
His belly was tight, his things were burning but he still rocked harder, slamming himself down and sinking his nails into Gaara's skin. The noises coming out of his mouth ranged from gasps to small screams as he moved.
Suddenly his back met the far rim of the tub as Gaara grabbed both of his legs and shoved them over his shoulder.
"Baby," Gaara's voice was strangled, "Hold on, I don't know if I can control myself."
Forcing his eyes to open Neji met hellfire green, "Then don't."
With a low primal growl Gaara grabbed both legs and really started to fuck his thick cock into Neji, sawing in and out mercilessly. Neji felt every inch of Gaara's thick, hot and leaking cock, felt every swollen vein, felt every slap of his balls and more than anything, felt unbelievable pleasure racing through his body like wildfire.
Gaara's dick felt like iron within him, a pole of red hot metal slamming into him over and over again. Neji was completely impaled. This was more than he'd ever imagined; deeper, wider, and a thousand times more intense.
Nails sank into Gaara's lower back and then grabbed his taught ass. "Ugh, more. Bruise me, bite me; make me scream!"
A hand pushed his leg even higher and Neji was never gladder for his double joints as he was bent in half. Blinking his eyes open Neji saw an animal in Gaara. His eyes were narrow, his nostrils were flared and his lips were peeled back to show clenched teeth and lupine canines.
He gasped slightly as a twinge of fear ran through him, but in a second later Neji ignored it when he felt Gaara's teeth and lips at his neck nibbling and biting. Neji hissed his approval and arched his neck further, giving the man access to that flesh.
Gaara's hips never let up snapping forward, delivering spine breaking thrusts into the body under him. Neji felt a thick smoke cloud his mind as Gaara continued to fuck him, slamming his cock into Neji's greedy hole like a motor train. It was hot, raw and rough and Neji hoped it wouldn't end.
His ass was being battered but him mind was out in space. Neji rolled his hips in time with Gaara's thrusts, clenching down, squeezing hard, gasping and drowning in pleasure.
Rough lips met his for a kiss and Neji let him; they kissed hard and furious until he needed air. Pulling back and tilting his head so his lips were against Gaara's cheek he continued to pant and gasp with the thick invasions into his body.
Suddenly Gaara pulled up, spun him around and slammed back into him. Neji grabbed the rim of the tub as Gaara peeled his thighs apart and rutted into him like an animal.
The slick slaps of flesh on flesh, deep gasps, small screams and deep grunts rang through the air. Water splashed out of the tub as Gaara continued to fuck him, hitting Neji's prostate with every slam.
Neji arched back in ecstatic heaven. Every nerve in his body was on fire and his ass was slapped hard.
"Yes!" Neji screamed feeling his gut clench. "Do it again, harder!"
Gaara slapped his ass till it was rosy red while still fucking hard into the channel.
"Fuck," Neji keened leaning over and pushing his ass further into Gaara, "More!"
Gaara grabbed his shoulder with one hand and rammed, his cock reaching untamed depths inside util Neji felt like Gaara's cock was in the back of his throat. A strangled sound came from Gaara and rush of fluid hot surged into Neji's ass.
To Neji's surprise Gaara's dick was still rock hard and he kept fucking through his cum. Both of his hands were in the creases of Neji's thighs and dragging him into him.
Neji was biting the flesh of his forearm as the thick thrusts kept slamming into him. His head was floating somewhere as Gaara reamed him.
Somehow, with Gaara's dick still lodged in Neji, the young Hyuuga was spun around and his legs were now in the crooks of Gaara's elbows. Gaara was standing now and Neji was on the tiles of the bath with Gaara thrusting up into him.
A sheen of sweat was on Gaara's forehead now and halfway out of his mind Neji leaned forward and ran the flat of his tongue over the blood red tattoo on Gaara's forehead.
"Fuck," Gaara groaned letting his grip slip a little to allow Neji to wrap his legs around the redhead's waist to kiss him.
Neji pulled back to take breath while rolling his hips once more.
Gaara kissed him again, claiming his mouth grabbing Neji's neck hair so he could dominate the kiss while still fucking his hot hole. Neji's rim widened with every jab and the sting of the pain melded with the stimulation from his prostate to send pleasure running double though his veins.
Neji's hips thrust forward under Gaara's control, knowing that soon he'd peak.
Neji screwed his eyes shut and moaned against Gaara's mouth, hips jerking and body shaking as he climbed to a meteoric orgasm. Suddenly Gaara's teeth bit deeply into his shoulder like a ravenous vampire, the additional stimulation pushing Neji over the edge, his dark cock spilling out long spurts of white.
Gaara kept a grip on his neck, holding him upright as the thinner man's body shook from the force of his orgasm. Neji gasped and tugged at Gaara's bottom lip with his teeth, still letting Gaara continue to thrust into his passage.
Gaara suddenly let go of Neji's hair and the man fell forward, knowing what was coming and braced his upper torso against the tubs rim. Pale hands gripped at pale hips and Gaara began to trust hard and fast, racing towards his release.
All through it, Neji moaned from the continued stimulation and let Gaara control the motion of his hips, pulling and pushing him along his cock. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was mingled with Neji's moans and Gaara's grunts.
"Cum in me," Neji whispered, "Let me feel you again."
With several last hard thrusts Gaara came, grinding his body against the other, holding the man's hips to him desperately, head thrown back and teeth clenched to let out the roar brewing in his chest. A spurt of hot seed rushed into Neji's hole and the stung his tender passage.
The sound of Gaara's shout echoed in the room like a living pulse until Gaara lifted his head. Neji then saw the Gaara he knew, level eyes with calm controlled green gaze.
Pressing his palm on Gaara's face Neji gave a small smile, "Are you okay now?"
Gaara grimaced slightly and turned his head to kiss Neji's palm, "I'm sorry you had to see that."
"The ugly." Neji said.
Eyes closed Gaara nodded, "I wouldn't blame you if you ran."
"Gaara, look at me," Neji ordered softly and waited till green eyes met his, "I'm still here Gaara, if I didn't run then I won't now."
"You didn't have much of a choice then, did you?" Gaara said wryly.
"But I have one now and I'm still here," Neji pressed, "I said it before and I'll say it again, we all have ugly inside us, I can deal with it."
Gaara gave him a searching look before his lips twisted into a small grateful smile and pressed a closed mouthed kiss to Neji's forehead. The then placed his hands under Neji's thighs and slowly pulled out.
Neji grimaced more of the fact that Gaara was gone that the small twinges of pain in his rectum. Instantly Gaara looked ashamed and pressed a kiss to Neji's lips.
"I'm so sorry baby, I hurt you."
Neji smiled, "No, you didn't. I wanted it." He leaned forward, voice dripping to hungry and trailed his fingers over Gaara's chest. "In fact, when we get on that big bed of yours, I want you put me on all fours, slick me up and shove a vibrator in me while you fuck my face. I want you to grab my hair and sink your thick cock down my throat. I need you to fuck my mouth so I can drink your cum."
Gaara's throat bobbed at the filthy words coming out of Neji's mouth.
"The after it all, I want you to make love to me long and slow. I said that I wanted you to fuck me so hard I'd feel you for days, I want that now." Neji moaned feeling his lust surge up again. "Please give it to me."
Gaara, even though getting aroused looked slightly mystified, "What's happening to my demure baby?"
Biting at his ear Neji whispered, "Hunger. I'm hungry."
"For my cock?"
"And everything in it," Neji said.
Gaara's house, 9:10 pm.
Neji was on his back, sweat an even sheet on his body while Gaara pushed the vibrator inside him. A supine back arched up as the machine started inside him, the vibrations sending trembles inside his body.
Gaara leaned over and kissed him, "Neji, baby… look at me."
Neji opened his eyes and felt when Gaara sat on the headboard and turned him towards him. Gaara spread his legs wide and silently Neji crawled forward to place his hands outside Gaara's thighs. The thick length of Gaara's dick was inches away from his face and Neji, in anticipation, tilted his head to the side and ran his tongue over his lips.
Bowing, Neji wrapped his lips around Gaara's dick and ran his tongue over the distended head. He closed his mouth over the piece of flesh and moaned at the taste of Gaara's cock in his mouth. His mouth widened as he bobbed down angling his head to allow the stiff cock to slide down his throat. A hand tangled into his hair and gently pushed him down.
The dark musk of his boyfriends cock was on his tastebuds and a trail of precum slithered down his throat. Arms braced aside Gaara Neji pulled back allowing the majority of Gaara's cock to leave except the head which he suckled at like a baby on a woman's breast.
Letting it drop to Gaara's belly Neji ran the flat of his tongue up the length to swallow it. Gaara got on his knees, grabbed Neji's head and started to fuck. Neji just loosened his jaw and allowed Gaara to jam his cock as far as he could; feeling the swell of his Dom's dick as he neared another orgasm.
Gaara thighs tensed and a shot of warm musky liquid filled his mouth. Neji swallowed but as he pulled back a trail of white spill over his lips. Snaking his tongue out Neji licked it up before Gaara spun him, grabbed his dick and pumped him to his own fulfilment.
Gaara's House 11:10 p.m.
Neji was trembling as the smooth push of Gaara's cock was inside him. Neji didn't know how long they had been making love but his mind was solidly on another plane of existence.
Wrapping his legs around Gaara's thighs Neji rocked with the slow motions of Gaara's cock inside him. A hot mouth was suckling at his nipples and the dome of Gaara's cock was pressing that pleasure centre deep inside him.
Neji's hair was wet with sweat and his body was coated with layers of dried and fresh sweat. His arms were wrapped around Gaara's middle as he pumped.
A hand slipped under his thigh to prop it up while the sex continued. This wasn't the furious fucking from earlier or the kink from sucking Gaara off with a vibrator stuck in his ass, this was soft and tender lovemaking.
Blinking his eyes open Neji cupped Gaara's face and pulled him in for a kiss. Lips met with soft sweet kisses and the majority of their strength had been used for the previous four bouts of sex.
Neji's back arched as the sensation of orgasm was starting to grow inside him. His over-sensitized nerves were so receptive to stimulation he didn't have to do much to archive the highest form or pleasure ever created.
His thighs tightened and his stomach was trembling. Intuitively, Gaara reached between them and started to stoke him.
Soon, Neji arched back and released with a soft gasp, Gaara quickly followed him and released, this time in a condom.
Breathing slowly, Neji felt when Gaara pulled out and then discarded the used latex in the bedside bin. In a moment his overheated body was pulled into warm arms and Neji rested his head on his lover's chest.
A feeling of utter care and protection filled Neji's chest as he slowly drifted asleep. Before he succumbed entirely he heard Gaara whisper in his ear, "I'll never leave you, baby. You're the only one for me."
The Kohonagakure Academy. 7:55 a.m
To Neji's shock, he arrived at the school to see Sasuke there. The Hyuuga had been absolutely positive that Sasuke had been suspended again, so how on Earth was he back there?
"Some bullshit as in-school suspension," Sasuke had grunted, "I was told that since I missed one week of classes I have to make it up by attending school while technically I'm suspended."
"… That's the most… paradoxical thing I've ever heard," Neji had shaken his head while sitting beside the Uchiha.
"Fucking tell me about it," Sasuke snorted while his eyes were plastered on Neji's face.
Uncomfortable, Neji pulled out his notebook, "Where's Naruto?"
"At home," Sasuke replied, "Tsunade is still carving out her pound of flesh from him."
"He is coming back, right?" Neji asked, "Doesn't he still have to complete the parameters for the football scholarship?"
"Yeah," Sasuke snorted, "Don't fucking know why though. Tsunade can pay his tuition three times over for any college he wants but he's still wants to prove himself by earning his own way."
"That's admirable," Neji added, "That's good trait in a man. Gaara was the same."
"Speaking to your boy toy," Sasuke leaned in smirking, "You're practically glowing cousin… you guys screwed each other senseless last night right?"
Neji felt heat spring to his face, "H-how the hell did you know that?"
The raven haired boy leaned back with a satisfied look on his face, "Cause I know the 'fucked for five hours' look. Every time Naruto has a grand-hag free weekend we screw all day long."
Neji just shook his head, "I sincerely hope you two work out."
Sasuke mouth twisted a little before he sighed, "Me too… speaking of working out, what about you?"
"Well," Neji smiled pressing a hand to the collar underneath his clothes, "I didn't tell you but the contract states a three month period for us to either break it or continue. It's barely past one but I… I want this to continue Sasuke. Right now I can't think of me being with anyone else."
A bang slipped over an eye, "Last night he told me that I complete him and he does the same to me."
A black clad shoulder nudged him, "Then tell him that."
Neji looked up as the instructor walked into the class, "I will… today."
The Anbu Corp. 3:55.'
Gaara was just stacking everything on his desk when a call came in from the Club. Since he was free from his 'professional' obligation, the Sabaku took the call.'
"Sabaku here,"
"Your services are needed Shukaku," Luther's deep voice said, his words going straight to the point. "Get here by six; the session is for six thirty, the client will be waiting on you."
Gaara frowned slightly, "And who is the mysterious client?"
A grated laugh, "I've been asked for full anonymity, you'll see when you get here."
Suspicion instantly grabbed Gaara's mind, "Who is i-"
The line beeped with a disconnection tone. Gaara stood still on the floor in disbelief, hand clenching on the slim device, "Did that motherfucker just hang up on me?"
The two people who were left in the office ducked their head and shoved whatever they needed into their bags. It was general knowledge to not look at the lead agent when someone pissed him off; their lives might be in danger.
Gaara not even caring about the fright the other two were experiencing grabbed his own particulars and turned out the door. He'd was going to see what Luther was holding out for him.
The Kohonagakure Academy; Student Council Meeting. 5:30 p.m.
"Meeting adjourned," Neji sighed as he saw the other exhausted faces of the council members. "We will continue the graduation plans next week. Have a good evening, all of you."
Various mumbles of agreement and return greetings met his ears and when they were all gone Neji stood and took the meetings notes with him to his car. All day Neji had been wondering how he was going to make his decision known to Gaara and decided either talk to him face to face or surprise him.
In his car Neji dialed his number but surprisingly, it rang out to voicemail. Neji frowned slightly, that was strange. Gaara's phone was never off unless it was under three things he had been told off. Gaara was either on assignment, at a meeting with his former Dominatrix or at the Club for their weekly run down.
With a hunch Neji called the club and asked the person who answered, a man named Luther, if Gaara was there.
The man had given a laugh tinted with something else that Neji was sure off but he had been answered with a yes and even more after, Neji asked if he could show up there, he was granted with an even more positive yes.
Neji wasn't sure of what might happened after he told Gaara about his decision but he hoped it would be received with gladness.
Smiling Neji headed off to the Sasuke's house and then the club.
The Amnesia Club 6:00 p.m.
Gaara walked into the club with a dark suspicion look on his face. Anonymous client were the one to be careful off. In truth, most of them were celebs, politicians or major businessmen who wanted their identity to be held secret in a proactive measure to protect their profession lives.
Gaara stepped into the main office with a 'no-nonsense' look on his face.
"So who is this client you want me to meet?" Gaara said darkly.
Luther smirked, "Room 31, the Penthouse Suite."
Narrowing his eyes Gaara gave him a level look, "If there's any funny business…"
The head Dom rolled his eyes, "Our business is funny business Shukaku, just go and do your damn job for fuck's sake and stop the bitching."
Gaara eyebrows lifted an inch. That suite was rented for an insane amount of money by the hour. Whoever is was had to have a fucking money tree growing in his backyard.
Annoyed, Gaara grunted and turned, "But you need to stop at the Cos desk, he wants you in the Angel of Death get up."
Jaw clenched and with one hand on the door's frame Gaara nodded, "Is that all?"
"For now."
Rolling his eyes at his superior's face Gaara left and went to the cosmetic department to get suited up.
The Amnesia Club parking lot, 6:15
Neji carefully climbed out of the car, the long trails of the trench coat fluttering by his ankles.
After he had left the school Neji had gone to Sasuke to get another outfit to wear. The one that Sasuke had offered up was so scandalous that Neji had refused to wear it if there wasn't something to cover it up.
Sasuke had called him a prude but had offered up to coat to cover the mini silver booty shorts that advertised his long legs like an invitation and a hugging white vest that ended just above his pelvis.
His hair was in a high ponytail with a thick bang over his left eye and shimmering silver dust was dusted over his cheeks.
Neji thought he looked like a harlot but Sasuke had assured him he was fine.
Approaching the entrance he talked to the gatekeeper and after a quick call up to what Neji assumed was management was allowed in with direction to go to a place called the Penthouse Suite and that Gaara was waiting for him.
He was even granted access to the elevator because Neji could never imagine climbing those five flights of stairs. With every move up, Neji figuratively held his throbbing heart in his hand, ready to give to his lover as he approached the highest story in the club.
The Penthouse Suite, Amnesia Club, 6: 30
Fully decked out in torn leather pants, a matching vest with a hood, simple black leather half mask and with dark fingerless gloves, Gaara entered the penthouse suite with a strange sense of anxiety in his gut.
Something was not right and it was only his obligation to the club that made him step further in the room, otherwise he would have walked right out.
There was no one there.
Turning on his heel Gaara was about to walk out when braced on the door was Kimamaro in noting but bulging blue boy shorts. His pale skin was dusted with silver and blue glitter and his eyes lined with dark blue kohl.
"You're here." The man moaned while running his hand from his neck to his right nipple. "…Finally."
Gaara was motionless until the Kaguya's hand grabbed his penis, "Don't you like what you see?"
"No," Gaara flat out spat, "You got fucking Luther to trick me into this, didn't you?"
"After I sucked him off, yes," Kimamaro purred walking to Gaara. "You can't tell me this doesn't do anything for you."
"No, it doesn't." Gaara said stepping away, "I don't need anything you have."
"But I need you." Kimamaro said grabbing Gaara's hand with an inordinate strong grip and shoved it on his crotch. "This needs you."
Repulsed Gaara shoved him off, "Are you deaf or something? Listen to me. I. Do. Not. Want. You!"
"No." Kimamaro smiled, "You want me, you just don't know it yet."
Before Gaara could say a word four things happened in quick succession; Kimamaro jumped on him and locked his legs around Gaara and slammed his lips on his, then the door to the room opened and a horrified gasp came from the doorway.
Gaara looked to see Neji standing at the door way with his face bloodless. The teen's hand was frozen while tugging off coat to give a glimpse of a sexy outfit underneath.
The redhead felt ice encase him.
Neji couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him. Gaara was in a room, all doctored up to look like an orgy den with an armful of a mostly naked man with his legs wrapped around his waist that was kissing him.
The man, whoever he was pulled back and scowled, "Get out of here twink; he's mine."
Neji felt like something had ripped his chest open and wrenched his beating heart out into the freezing air.
Gaara. His boyfriend, his lover, his life was holding another man in such an intimate way. Neji didn't even have time to scream he just spun on his heels and ran.
With a murderous force Gaara shoved Kimamaro off him, not even caring that force he had met the wall with had made something snap and darted out the room to chase after Neji.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, was the only thing in his mind. How could he have been so stupid? He was just in time to see the elevator close over Neji's tear marked face and cursed that had to take the stairs.
Even though jumping three stairs at a time Gaara's accursed brain had already calculated that he would be too late and in a few minutes he was right.
Gaara blasted into the parking lot only to see Neji's Audi spin out of the lot like a bat from hell. The screech of his spinning tires sounded like a death knoll to his ears and Gaara stood there unmoving for a while.
After a moment rage, untamed rage, boiling hot fury spread through his veins like molten acid. Spinning on his heel Gaara marched to Luther's office, kicked the closed door open and not even caring about the two dark suited men seated there, grabbed Luther by his shirt and punched him.
The two men scrambled out of his way as Gaara kept punching Luther till his nose cracked and his jaw was dislocated. Gaara, face dark with rage and volcanic fury, then shoved the man on the wall and shouted.
"You set this up you fucking piece of shit! I just lost my fucking sub because of you motherfucking asshole!"
Unexpectedly, Luther, even with his broken jaw laughed, "You weren't going to keep him anyway Sabaku. The Hyuuga boy would have used you and left you high and dry. It's about time he stopped living in the fairytale world you have him in and know the ugly side of life."
Gaara leaned in till their noses were touching, so angry that even his hair was bristling. Luther face paled at the blatant murderous animalistic glare Gaara was piercing him with. His usual stoic face was entirely transformed. His pupils were narrow pupils like a panther on a killing spree, his nostrils were flared and with snarling lips.
For a second Luther feared for his life.
"If I don't get him back I will mutilate your ass."
Luther's face masked his fear even though his hands were trembling, "Is that a thereat Sabaku? If it is your contract with us might have just expired.
Stepping back, Gaara took off the hood and mask and threw them at him, "After what just happened do you really think I give a fucking damn about this club? Fuck you Luther, fuck this club and fuck my fucking contract! I don't care anymore! Take your fucking club and shove it up your ass for all I care. I was about done anyway!"
"Good riddance to bad rubbish." Luther snarled.
"Watch your fucking back Luther," Gaara replied tightly eyes narrowed in hatred, "If I don't get him back I will have your fucking head."
A/N: Aww, gawd. Hard shit right. I'm sorry this was late, work and life and all that crap. But I hope you enjoyed it…one more thing…
REVIEW DAMNIT… (pretty please with chocolate sprinkles on top)
A/N: 11/11/2017
This is NOT on hiatus, I'm just so busy with work that it takes a while to put the next chapter together. It will continue.