The Ice Queen | By : ClaireBear Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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This is an odd little one-shot I started in late November,
ironically enough, when I was in the Christmas Spirit. I unfortunately didn’t get the chance to
complete it in time to post it for December since I had to travel but… well, I
finally managed to finish it today so I probably wouldn’t have been on time
anyway. XD
I say it’s odd because I had every intention of making this
serious and dramatic but I ended up tossing a little humor in there (you’re
familiar with my really lame humor, right?) then it got kinda sappy near the
end. Well it was quite an experience and
I think I should do One-Shots more often but, for some reason, story ideas come
easier to me than ficlets.
Pairing: Sasuke x
Neji
Summary: To get to
Neji’s heart, Sasuke must first melt the ice around it.
The Ice Queen
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Have you ever felt something so cold it burned when you
touched it? Like that brief moment when
you place your hand in a cooler of ice and your skin tingles as if it’s being
dissolved by liquid fire? That same
gelid heat that numbs the flesh, straight to the bone, and deadens every nerve
ending?
That was what Sasuke Uchiha felt every time he made eye
contact with Neji Hyuuga.
It was nigh unbearable, standing there, watching him glare
almost hatefully, piercing him with those frosty, grey eyes, and all Sasuke
could think of, while he projected his disdain so publicly, was that he really
shouldn’t scowl like that. It marred his
true beauty.
He and the other guys had a nickname for him back in high school: ‘The Ice Queen’ and, while it wasn’t particularly
clever, it suited him.
Neji had a reputation for being a cold-hearted bitch. The kind of person that said what he thought
without consideration for anyone else’s opinions or feelings. He’d driven many classmates to tears with his
scathing insults and any love struck girl stupid enough to confess their
adoration for him was left discarded and heart-broken in the most shameful ways
imaginable.
Therefore, one would stand to reason that someone like Neji Hyuuga
was best left alone. That a social
recluse such as he would rather live out the remainder of his existence in the
igloo that he’d created to cloister himself from the rest of humanity. But Sasuke never did listen to reason, and
thus, he could never stay away. Like an
idiot, he kept putting his hand back in the cooler, thinking, maybe this time…
it wouldn’t hurt as much.
The sharp November winds slipped their icy fingers down his jacket
and seemed to push against his back, encouraging him to step forward.
He shivered with reluctance.
Those same, arctic tendrils wove their way through waist-length,
dark brown hair, tossing them across an ovular face and over stiff shoulders
encased within a heavy, white fur coat.
He shivered with envy.
Neji blinked first, but his cold countenance did not
wane. Instead, he became even more
frigid at having lost the little game Sasuke wasn’t even aware they’d been
playing. But he knew the Hyuuga
well. He’d continue to stand there,
shooting icy needles through his skull until he looked away.
But, try as he might, Sasuke could not. He’d left his hand inside the cooler so long
now he barely felt the sting anymore.
A blast of white air escaped his light blue lips and,
knowing he was going to regret it, like a hunter charging a snow leopard head
on, he casually approached the other man.
“Good evening, Nej-”
“What do you want, Uchiha?”
“Hn, good to see you too.”
The right side of Neji’s lips lifted in a feral snarl. “Go to hell.”
“Believe me, in this weather, I might as well be,” and he
shivered when Lady Winter kissed a sensitive part on the back of his neck.
The annoyed sound that came from Hyuuga’s throat was not
hard to miss and, from such a close distance, Sasuke could see the strenuous effort
he made to resist walking away from this confrontation.
It always irritated Neji how much taller the Uchiha was than
he and how he’d always have to tilt his head back slightly to meet those dark,
obsidian orbs. He always had that
advantage over him and, no matter how big he puffed out his chest, or tried to
look down his condescending nose at the younger man, he’d always end up feeling
inferior.
“I don’t have time for your bullshit, Uchiha,” he
snapped. “Just say your piece and move
on.”
“I would, if you’d let me get a word in edgewise,” he sighed
and rummaged around inside his pockets for two oblong objects. It was a bad habit, he knew, and he was being
rude by lighting up in the middle of a conversation but he could stand the nippy
atmosphere no longer and this was the most convenient way he’d heard of to keep
his insides warm.
At least he only had to suffer through the horrid things for
a few months every year.
As he snapped the lighter open and pulled a thin cigarette
to his lips, their eyes remained locked in bitter combat and the tiny flame
that he summoned from the sterling-silver container reflected within the misty
mirrors of Hyuuga’s eyes. He was loathe
to put it out and deluded himself that there existed a warmth that flickered somewhere
within the deeper recesses of his soul, but he knew it was just an illusion
and, the second he killed that flame, his hopes died with it and he was once
again faced with Neji’s cold stare.
Sasuke really hated the cold.
A wicked smirk splayed across the Hyuuga’s dainty lips as he
watched the other man indulge himself with a long drag. “Didn’t your parents ever tell you those
things will kill you?” he purred, as if expecting the toxins to destroy his
body right this minute.
Sasuke froze, his back stiffening and his eyes drawing into
thin slits. He wanted nothing more than
to slap that nasty grin off his face then beat his inconsiderate ass into the
ground. Neji didn’t have to come right
out and say it. Sasuke knew he was making reference to his
father, Fugaku, who had died eight months ago from lung cancer for the very
same reason. Neji’s smirk grew when he
realized the Uchiha had made the hidden connection but Sasuke wasn’t going to
give the insensitive prick the satisfaction of ruffling his feathers.
Instead, he released the breath he’d been holding on a long
exhale, blowing a cloud of acrid smoke around his head. Hyuuga blinked furiously and failed in his
attempts to stifle a cough but, if he was looking to start a fight, he didn’t
instigate it, just continued to glare spitefully up at his rival.
‘But maybe rolling around in the snow wouldn’t be such a bad
idea,’ Sasuke mused wryly, taking the scarcely used cigarette from his lips and
dropping it at his feet to bury it beneath two inches of snow with the toe of
his shoe.
They’d lied. This
wasn’t going to be a fairly warm day. It
didn’t even look like it was going to be a barely tolerable day. He should
have known better than to leave his hat and gloves at home but, maybe if they
weren’t so busy lining up the pre-Christmas advertisements, then maybe they’d
get the damn weather reports right.
But Neji didn’t appear to be at all bothered by the sub-zero
temperature. He thrived in it.
“You’re a waste of sperm, Uchiha,” the young Hyuuga said, icicles
hanging from his tone. “I’d quite prefer
if you didn’t contaminate my body with your poison, so keep your disgusting habits
to yourself.”
“Alright, I get it,” Sasuke shot back angrily. “Smoking’s bad, mm’kay. No need to get all preachy.”
“Tch, not even prayer can help the likes of you,” he replied
with a nasty sneer.
“Since when did you change religion?” the taller man huffed,
sending a puff of crisp air against Neji’s forehead.
“Since the invisible man in the sky promised to destroy
filthy sinners, like you.”
“He’s the reason for the season, ne?”
“Ugh!” Neji growled his exasperation. This was what he hated so much about the insufferable
Uchiha. He always had to have the last
say. “You’re more irritating than those
damn Watchtower peddlers. Get off my
property.”
“After you say, ‘please’.”
“Get off my property. Now!”
“I’m not on your
property,” the belligerent man argued.
“I’m standing on the sidewalk. It’s
public property.”
“God damn you,
Uchiha!”
“Is this the part where he strikes me with lightning? Should I step back? I don’t want you to get hit in the
crossfire.”
Neji’s face fell flat and, for a moment, Sasuke thought he
was going to turn around, walk through his gate, unlock the front door and
bring their ‘conversation’ to an impromptu conclusion. That would be a shame. Sasuke was actually enjoying himself, but the
Hyuuga was just as obstinate as his nemesis.
Maybe even more so.
“I’d rather the ground open up and swallow you whole.”
“I hear hell’s a cold place, Neji,” Sasuke drawled with a
lop-sided grin. “If that’s the case then
just talking to you makes me feel as if I’ve already been there.”
Neji flashed him a grin to match his own. “Then you haven’t seen anything yet. Stay a while.
I’ll give you the grand tour.”
That smile, that deliciously naughty smile, struck him
speechless for all of five seconds. In
the next two he imagined crashing his own lips against it and, if three more
had passed, then he would have lost their argument by default.
“Can I come in?”
“You’ve got to be
shitting me,” the shorter man scoffed, knowing well enough that they were no
longer on the subject of Gehenna.
“Just for a few minutes.
I’m freezing my ass off out here.”
“You can freeze to death for all I care.”
“I know, deep down inside that cold, black heart of yours,
you don’t really mean that.”
“Fuck you.”
“Tempting, but no. Just
a cup of hot chocolate will suffice.”
“No!”
“I could really use one.”
Neji hesitated, his
witty retort regarding warm piss in a cup lodged on the back of his
tongue. He took a glance at their
surroundings, as if making sure his neighbours did not witness him letting
another living being inside his house before he made a curt gesture and led his
unwanted guest inside his domain.
“Take off your coat and leave your shoes at the door,” his
not-so-hospitable host ordered and, if Sasuke didn’t know any better, he could
have sworn that the inside of Neji’s condominium was a few degrees lower than
the outside. It was almost as if he’d
stepped out of the winter wonderland and into the ice palace.
Sasuke’s teeth chattered as he took an opportune glance of
his first time inside Neji’s home. It
was everything he’d expect of its tenant; neat, pristine, not a thing out of
place. It was all for display, never
been used, even the sofas were still in their original factory wrappings. His selections matched his tastes; chic
contemporary with just a dash of stylistic flair. Sasuke couldn’t help but notice that most of
his fittings, be it bookcase or endtables, were all made of carved glass,
framed by polished steel so thin that the surfaces almost appeared to float in
mid-air. It was funny how those pieces
of glass tried to emulate their purchaser.
They were elegant, strong and gleamed brilliantly beneath the light,
but, without the seemingly useless steel to support them, they would fracture
under just the right amount of pressure.
In Neji’s eyes, Sasuke was a dangerous force to contend
with. The only person capable of
applying just the right amount of pressure to damage his resilient façade, and
he’d suffered quite a few cracks already during the course of their altercations. But Sasuke no longer wanted to be that heavy
burden on his fragile structure. He
longed to be the seemingly useless steel that kept him reinforced and upright.
Neji wasn’t as hard or as tough as he led everyone else to
believe. Like the rest of mankind, he
had his vulnerabilities, and he worked diligently to fortify the weak areas,
but Sasuke knew where all his soft spots were.
Every last one of them. He could
have just as easily brought him down, he’d be doing everyone who Neji had ever
hurt a favour, and there was no one on God’s green earth who would love to
watch the arrogant Hyuuga choke on a slice of humble pie more than Sasuke.
But to strike him where he was unguarded would destroy
him. It would shatter his beautiful ice
queen into innumerable little shards. To
see that happen would cause him more pain than touching his cold exterior ever
could and that was why he wanted, more than anything else, to be the one to protect
his weaknesses.
Sasuke frowned when the object of his affections shrugged
out of that heavy, white coat of his and revealed the shorter, slimmer body
beneath. Neji wasn’t what you would call
petite but, in comparison to other men his age, he appeared smaller. His torso was not as broad nor had much of a
masculine build to it, and his neck was noticeably longer and bit leaner. He was pinched in at the waist, a figure few
girls would sell their souls to posses and he sashayed about as if he owned the
very ground he walked on, on two well-shaped legs that seemed to stretch on for
a mile.
Neji’s face was his most striking feature. He had two lovely, silver eyes, framed by
black lashes that were too long and too thick for practical use and, if they
weren’t always filled with so much enmity, Sasuke was sure he’d receive a lot more
compliments about them. Much like the rich
chocolate-brown hair he’d inherited from his mother, his eyes took on a similar
feline slant that made him even more exotic and a hundred times more appealing. His nose was small, kind of cute actually,
even when he had it stuck up in the air (which was most of the time). His lips were probably the single most
defining characteristic upon his face. Well-sculpted,
plump and incredibly kissable. It was
just such a shame that the part of Neji’s body that inspired some of Sasuke’s more
erotic fantasies was the same part that spewed the most vile, hateful and disgusting
language that would make any mother nauseous to know their child kissed them
with that very same mouth.
He was exquisitely beautiful for a man and even now as
Hyuuga worked swiftly in his kitchen, Sasuke couldn’t keep his eyes off
him. His gaze travelled along the dark
curtain of hair that obscured the slender line of his back before resting on a
round ass encased within a pair of tight jeans that left very little to the
imagination. He quickly looked away as the other man turned around so he
wouldn’t catch him staring at his crotch and Neji leaned against the counter,
arms folded over his chest as he waited for the electric kettle to whistle.
An uncomfortable silence settled around them like a heavy
cloud and Sasuke cleared his throat just to make sure he hadn’t suddenly gone
deaf.
“Lozenge?” Neji’s low voice rang like a gun shot in Sasuke’s
ears.
The Uchiha shook his head and declined. “Just something caught in my throat.” He made a curt sound that was something between
a scoff and a chortle. “Didn’t know you
cared.”
“I don’t,” the other brunette snapped in response. “I just don’t want your germs floating around
inside my kitchen. And put your hand to
your mouth next time.”
“Yes, mother.”
Neji clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth and
whipped his head to one side, his hair cascading like a waterfall over his
shoulder. It was oddly hypnotic and
Sasuke’s eyes were transfixed by the sight of those glossy tendrils spilling
across his chest. “Where’s your
rubberband?” he asked, wondering why the Hyuuga didn’t have his hair in its
customary style.
Neji threaded his fingers through his dark mane and tucked
the strands behind his ear, gazing at the floor as if searching for a plausible
answer.
“What? You couldn’t
afford one?” Sasuke teased when he gave
no response and he leaned forward in his chair to rest his elbows on the table.
“Fuck you!” the younger man spat in retaliation at the
jest. There was a bitter contest between
the two prominent families who were always trying to boast which one was more
financially lucrative. Neji should have
been above that childish competition but, because it was Sasuke, he took it
personally. “It probably just fell out.”
“Does that happen often?”
“Occasionally. Mostly
when I’m active. Swimming, skating…
stuff like that.”
“Maybe you should tie it a little higher,” he
suggested. “That way it won’t slip off
so easily.”
“I don’t like how it
looks when the ponytail is that high.”
“Does it bother you?”
Neji turned to look at him with confusion. “Huh?”
“When you keep it loose like that. Does it bother you?”
“It’s a lot more troublesome than it looks,” he confessed
with an agitated sigh.
Sasuke linked his fingers together and brought them up to
rest his chin on his thumbs. “Have you
considered cutting it?” he then asked, his voice slightly muffled behind his
hands.
Neji shot him a look as if he’d just asked him to kill his
own mother. “No, I haven’t,” was his
clipped reply. “And I don’t intend to
cut it either.”
Sasuke nodded.
“That’s good. I actually like it
this way.”
“Then maybe I will cut it,” Hyuuga scoffed.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at the childish rejoinder. “Why don’t you just propose to me already?”
“Tch, haven’t heard that one before,” he sneered with a roll
of his eyes.
Sasuke’s shoulders shook with his light laughter. “Oh, you too?
My brother’s always making fun of me because of it.”
“Hn, Hinata’s the same and Hanabi calls us ‘The Old Married
Couple’.”
“My offer still stands.”
“I wouldn’t date you if you were the last-“
“No,” he interrupted.
“The other one.”
Neji’s eyes widened with contempt and he glared at the other
man, incredulous that he would have the stones to bring up that suggestion
again, especially after what happened the last time he did; but the sober
expression on his face told Neji he was dead serious and was prepared to face
any consequences this time around.
The piercing whistle of the kettle drew Neji’s attention and
he attended to it in quiet routine. As
he fixed his guest his cup of tea, Sasuke was afraid that he’d chosen to ignore
him this time and, once he’d had his drink, he’d ask him to leave. But he should have expected that Hyuuga would
always want to have the last say and a sense of danger bristled the hair at the
nape of his neck as he watched the older man slowly approach the table with a
steaming jug of cocoa in his hand.
Sasuke raised a thin eyebrow as he looked up at the man
staring hatefully down at him and, had he not had the reflexes of a cat he
would have got a lapful of scalding hot liquid.
“Jesus Christ!”
the Uchiha yelled jumping back out of the chair and knocking it to the ground
as he narrowly avoided having his balls boiled.
“What the fuck is wrong with
you?”
Neji slammed the now empty cup on the kitchen table with so
much force that he nearly shattered the ceramic and the bones in his hand. “What the fuck makes you think that if I’d
rather die than go out with you that I’d get on all fours and let you fuck me?”
“Because you need either one of two things,” he said,
raising a finger at him. “You either
need locking away in a straight jacket or you seriously need to get laid.”
“Read my lips, Uchiha,” he stepped closer, pointing at his
mouth to emphasize his point. “I. Hate. You. I hate your mother because hers was the womb
that bore you and I hate your grandparents because they were responsible for
breeding the bitch. I would never be
caught dead going anywhere with you in public and consider it a blessing that I
even let you step foot inside my house.
I hate the fact that I even have to tolerate your presence around
mine. I don’t want you touching me, I
don’t want you talking to me, I don’t want you to even look at me, and the only way I’d ever have sex with you was if you tied me down and raped me. ”
Insults to his family and morbidly arousing imagery aside,
Sasuke was surprisingly calm after Neji’s outburst. His dark, somber eyes reflected something
akin to pity as he watched the other man’s chest heave and his silver orbs
glisten with tears he fought to keep at bay.
He’d been holding them in for so many years now that the
damn was near to bursting, but he would not cry before him. He couldn’t.
“Get out!” he growled between clenched teeth.
Sasuke made no move to comply, just continued to stare at
him with that damnable pity.
“GET OUT!” he screeched this time after stifling a loud
sob. Once again, Sasuke gave no
indication that he would leave so Neji grabbed the cup again with the intention
of throwing it at the detestable Uchiha, but he saw it coming and knocked it
out of his hand where it smashed against the floor. In that same instant he reached out to grab
the shorter man by his shoulders and roughly yanked him forward until their
chests were pressed flush together. What
he did next, neither expected but both had often dreamed of.
He kissed him.
Neji’s body stiffened as skilled lips came crashing down
upon his, pressing brutally into his flesh and grinding painfully against his
teeth. He was paralyzed with shock at
first but something, that wasn’t anger, prompted him to fight back.
It was fear.
A pair of large hands cupped his face gently while those
lips continued to abuse his mouth.
Sasuke pushed him back against the wall, quelling his uneasy struggles
and leaving Neji with no other option but to pound his fists against his strong
shoulders.
He tried desperately to break free of the kiss but Sasuke’s
firm grip kept his head immobile and, if he didn’t keep him lips pursed to
prevent that probing tongue from gaining entry, he would have screamed at the
top of his lungs in futility. He had to
put a stop to this before it got any further, he couldn’t let Sasuke know,
didn’t want him to discover the truth.
But Sasuke already knew and had known for quite some time.
He knew all of his strengths, he knew all of his
weaknesses. He knew why Neji hated him,
why he always tried to push him away. It
was because he loved him, just as much he loved Neji.
It hurt to watch him go around in circles like that,
especially when he knew that he was the one responsible for the insanity he
battled with. But Sasuke had to deal
with his own dementia and, if he’d just adhered to the warnings and left the Hyuuga
boy alone, he never would have driven him to this point. He couldn’t remember when he started
developing these feelings for the other boy, he only remembered that he had
become an obsession and that he had to possess him through any means necessary.
Maybe it was lust, maybe it was a homoerotic curiosity, or
maybe it started out as a sick and twisted joke, but it developed into an
unhealthy fixation where he revered the Hyuuga heir as some sort of god. A living statue made of perfection.
Sasuke’s ministrations became more compassionate and he
glided his lips tenderly against Neji’s and dotting his lower lip with the tip
of his tongue. He was cautious as he
slipped the warm, pink muscle into the wet cavern of Hyuuga’s mouth, wary that,
in an act of reprisal he would slice it in half with his teeth but, much to his
relief and intense delight, the older man inhaled sharply and a wanton shudder
reverberated through his body as he started to respond to the kiss.
He should have used the opportunity to slap him, punch him
or even kick him in the groin, but Neji was unable to do any of those things
and, like a helpless waif, he fisted his hands in the other man’s shirt, unsure
whether he wanted to draw him closer or push him away.
Sasuke’s fingertips tingled with the urge to remove his
clothing and explore the rest of his body, but he left them there to caress his
smooth, ovular face. He couldn’t risk
taking this any further and the salty taste of Neji’s tears on his lips made
him regret taking it this far. He wanted
to be nothing more than gentle with the stubborn Hyuuga. All he asked was that he give him a chance to
show him just how deeply he cared for him, but Neji always turned him away and
it drove him further to the brink, especially when he found out that it was all
an act, that his hatred towards him was just a pretense to mask the fact that
he actually did like him just a little bit.
But the more he tried to hate the loathsome Uchiha the more
developed his admiration became until he was torn between those two emotions. He could have been honest with himself and
Sasuke, the other man had called him out on it many times before, but he was
too afraid to make that first step and was even more afraid to admit it.
The temptation had become unbearable and Sasuke had to force
himself to pull away, yet his hands remained on his wet cheeks. Neji looked up at him with lidded, unfocused
eyes as if he was now waking from a wonderful dream and Sasuke brushed his
thumb against his quivering lower lip.
For six years he’d been fighting with his emotions,
resisting the other man’s advances and lying to himself even though the truth
was blatantly obvious. For six years
he’d fought with his cousins over this same issue and whenever they urged him
to take the Uchiha seriously he would blow them off and tell them mind their
own damned business. For six years he’d
denied himself a chance at a meaningful relationship and had instead used that
time to harden his heart towards him, but it took one kiss to destroy six
years’ worth of disillusionment and melt the block of ice around it.
He could feel it, the cracks he’d made beneath the surface
of his façade. His barriers were coming
down and he was left vulnerable, exposed and helpless. He’d been selfish and had done what he tried
most to avoid.
“I promise I won’t break you,” he vowed, his voice barely
above a whisper.
Their eyes held fast, Neji searching for sincerity and
Sasuke baring his integrity. His
cherished god reached up to take his wrists in his hand and pull them away from
his face and this was the part where he feared it would all be over, but, in a
final act of faith, Neji wrapped his strong arms around his waist and laid his
head within the crook of his shoulder.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Sasuke breathed a contented
sigh across the other man’s cheek and he tightened his hold around him, the
task much easier now that he was no longer cold to the touch.
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