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Here’s chapter 19, beta’d by the very
patient and very efficient Chaos. Thank
you so much!
I hope you all enjoy. I really tried my best with this one.
Chapter 19
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It is a well
accepted fact that everything is much easier said than done. New Year’s resolutions to lose weight could
crumble within weeks of rigorous, aerobic exercises and consumption of bland,
tasteless, health foods. Plans to visit
the family more often could often be postponed when taking into consideration
the travel costs and arduous accommodation arrangements; and promises to
further one’s education, by attending night school or taking a course at the
community college, were quickly broken once one realized they’d rather spend
their free time doing something more frivolous.
The mind always
made you believe these goals were attainable and the first few steps were
indeed easy. The first few steps would
start with something as simple as a mere phone call, but the follow-through
often required a great amount of time, diligence, and effort to be invested
that hadn’t been calculated in the beginning.
Disillusionment quickly followed once it became apparent that those
dreams would never become a reality, and this epiphany became manifest after
many attempts to stick with it but, in Neji’s case, it came within just a few
hours of being in the company of Sasuke, Naruto, and Gaara.
Everything started
on an optimistic note, as was the standard.
After Naruto and his boyfriend left, Sasuke went looking for him and
instructed that he drop everything he was doing and lock up his desk for the
weekend because they were spending the rest of the day together. He also made it perfectly clear that it was a
command, and he didn’t want to hear any ‘buts’ out of him. He didn’t get any form of protest from the
other man, in fact, Neji shrugged nonchalantly and said he wasn’t in the mood
to work anyway. That unexpected behavior
caught the Uchiha off-guard and Neji actually laughed when he gave him a ‘Who
are you and what did you do with the real Neji?’ kind of look.
He carried that
carefree attitude with him downstairs while trying to bury the guilt as he
passed the rest of his colleagues that had to trudge through the remainder of
the day, unable to enjoy the freedom he had.
It was a test on his conscience, and he failed. But this wasn’t the only hurdle that
prevented him from seeing the world through their perspective. To them, life was nothing more than an
interactive video game with infinite lives and unlimited continues, where they
were the players and everyone else was the NPCs. For someone who had always put other’s
comfort and needs before his own, he was finding it very difficult to discard
his empathy and think of himself as the only person in the world that truly
mattered.
It was also hard
for him to ignore the hundreds of pairs of contemptuous eyes that watched their
group carefully. From young mothers
clutching their children close to their sides to shield them from their
influence, to circumspect security guards just waiting for them to give an
excuse to use their night sticks. Neji
couldn’t blame them for being cautious; after all, they hardly appeared to be
respectable citizens in their black and leather garb, colourful, boisterous
language, and brazen lack of consideration for where they were and who was
around them.
Amidst their muted
whispers and condescending shakes of the head, he felt like he was some kind of
pariah and he wondered what made them think they had the right to judge
them. While he couldn’t safely speak for
Naruto or Gaara, he could vouch for Sasuke.
They didn’t know a damn thing about him, or what kind of person he
really was. Who the hell were they to
look down on him like he was some petty thug?
Those thoughts
stirred within the bubbling cauldron of his mind and he wanted to release his
anger within the quaint, Italian diner, but Neji bit his tongue because, just a
few weeks ago, he was on the outside looking in.
It was funny how he’d
made a complete revolution and been emancipated from the confines of his
starched existence. For the first time
he was seeing life differently and suddenly, everything wasn’t black and white
anymore. Everything he’d been taught,
everything he’d read and everything he believed were no longer infallible, and
Neji finally understood that rules were meant to be broken.
And he had Sasuke
to thank for that.
Maybe it was
because he was feeling a little daring, and maybe it was because he wanted
Sasuke to know that he could never repay him for all he’d done, but it
definitely had something to do with the fact that he wanted to flip society the
proverbial bird that he reached out to take the hand of the man standing beside
him and flashed him a dazzling smile.
Sasuke tore his
gaze from the wall-mounted menu to look at Neji, and he squeezed his fingers
lightly before bringing them closer to graze his lips against white knuckles.
“Blech! Get a room, will ya?” Naruto spoiled the
moment with a disgusted sound and slapped their hands apart. “What’s wrong with you two? Don’t you have any self-restraint?”
“Says the guy who
had his hand on my ass all the way here,” Gaara interjected with a snort as he
pulled his wallet from his pants pocket to pay for their order. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with a little
P.D.A.” the red-head added and took the bagged meals in his hands then
shrugged. “I think it’s cute.”
“Uhm, that smells
really nice,” Neji said, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while
pointing to the bags with the other.
Gaara grinned with
a salacious wink then said, “Wanna taste?”
“Don’t you come
with an off switch?” Sasuke growled. For
some reason, Gaara’s shameless flirtations with Neji pissed him off more than
usual. It pissed off Naruto as well, but
while Sasuke channeled his displeasure at Gaara, Naruto channeled his at Neji.
“If you were hungry
why didn’t you order your own damn food?” he snapped, his blue eyes burning
with hostility.
“I’m not- I didn’t-
I mean… I wasn’t trying to…” Hyuuga stammered.
How did he always manage to get himself on Naruto’s bad side?
It was Sasuke’s
many years of experience in customer service that enabled him to successfully
mediate a peaceful resolution and prevent Naruto from throwing another one of
his jealous tantrums. Gaara stored the
food inside the trunk of Itachi’s car for later because he swore he wasn’t
going to be cooking for them tomorrow.
Foresight predicted that he was going to be hung over, and if Naruto
pestered him to make something for him to eat, he was going to chop off his
limbs, barbecue them then shove them down his throat.
It was still fairly
early in the evening and the guys decided that the fastest way to pass time was
to catch a movie. It all seemed like
harmless fun to the newest group member but poor, unsuspecting Neji did not
know about their little ‘game’. He did
assume something was up the way they kept snickering amongst themselves and
trying to decide which movie to view, not by the film’s genre but by the number
of people filing into the cinema.
Eventually they opted for the romantic comedy, and looking back on it
now, Neji was eternally glad they hadn’t gone into the children’s animated
movie.
Now, if the fact
that they hadn’t bought popcorn, drinks, or any snacks of the sort was an
indication that they had something devious planned then the fact that they were
adamant they sit where most people could see them (well their heads at least)
was a dead giveaway.
Flanked by Sasuke
on his left and Gaara on his right, Neji quietly sat through the movie previews
while the other three debated ‘who should go first’.
“Fine! I will, you pussies,” Naruto snapped a little
too loudly, and if the flick had already started he was sure to have been
accosted by a cacophony of shushes.
Thoroughly curious
and a little uneasy, Neji turned to the man on his left and whispered so only
they could hear, “Umm, Sasuke, what’s going on?”
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” His response was automated and he gave him an
idle pat on the hand that did nothing to disperse Hyuuga’s suspicions, but if
Sasuke said there was nothing to worry about then he’d try not to think about
it. They were probably planning on using
laser pointers on the screen to annoy the other moviegoers or something silly
like that. It wasn’t as if they were
going to pull on ski masks and rob everyone in the theatre blind… right?
Sasuke watched him
as he shifted uncomfortably and frown lines gathered between his well-shaped
eyebrows. “Something wrong?”
Neji shook his head
wildly. “Nothing, I just- It’s just that
I’ve seen this movie before,” he lied and stared up at the large screen so he
wouldn’t have to look in Sasuke’s eyes.
The other man
shrugged, but Neji didn’t see it. “We’re
not going to be here for much longer anyway,” he assured him and gently
squeezed the hand that was tightly gripping the arm rest between them.
The way he
predicted that in such a calm, composed manner made Neji shudder and he wanted
to counsel those three that, whatever it was they were scheming was most likely
a very bad idea. But that would just
make him a killjoy, and he’d left that part of him back at Sasuke’s office
where it belonged. His sense of
righteousness rang incessantly and suggested that he leave now before he got
himself into whatever trouble the others were looking for, but all it did was
annoy his sense of adventure that was growing ever curious as he listened to
their snickering.
He had to admit;
knowing that something was going to go down but not knowing what or when it was
going to occur was exciting… and unnerving.
The theatre started
to settle as their feature presentation began.
Late comers filed in after stocking up at the concession stands and a
few of those already seated double checked to make sure their cell phones had
been switched off.
The movie opened as
most films of its genre did. A boy falls
for a beautiful girl and endures a series of humiliating trials to prove his
love for her then, later on in the movie, through some misunderstanding, the
girl will believe he only wants her for sex and run right into the waiting arms
of the boy’s rival. The first half-hour
hadn’t even passed yet but the predictability of the script played into that
exact same scenario, and Neji did feel as if he had seen this movie before.
If the group of
girls drooling over the lead male wasn’t enough to break his boredom then what
happened next certainly did.
At first he wasn’t
sure if he was hearing things, much like the other people in the cinema, and he
shrugged it off as an ambient noise from the surround sound but, seconds later,
he heard it again. A moan, louder this
time, coming from his right and Neji whipped his head around to stare in
wide-eyed disbelief at his blonde companion who was… pretending to be…
masturbating.
“You’re not
convincing enough,” Gaara whispered between soft giggles. “Or are you suddenly chicken?”
“Shut up,” his
lover snapped angrily, “I don’t see you doing any better.”
“It’s not my turn yet,”
he stuck out a little tongue that glistened light blue from the glow of the
screen.
Naruto rolled his
eyes and let out another sultry moan while tossing back his head for dramatic
effect. “Oh yeaaah.”
Fortunately for
Neji, no one could see his blush within the dark environment because from the
intense tingling on his cheeks, neck and shoulders he was certain he was beet
red.
“Is this guy for
real?”, “No way…”, “Eww, that’s so nasty”, were the mixed cries of disbelief
and disgust. Those few who knew better
actually laughed along with Sasuke and Gaara, but Neji was too shocked to share
in the amusement. He just sat there with
a dumbfounded expression on his face.
“God, you
suck! I’ll show you how it’s done,” said
the small red head and he fisted his hand in his lap to mimic his partner’s
lewd actions. “AAAHHN!” Gaara’s cry was more like a scream than a
pleasurable moan, and Sasuke almost choked on his breath in his failed attempt
to restrain his outburst of laughter.
‘This isn’t really
happening,’ Hyuuga tried to convince himself as he shifted his gaze to the boy
closest to him.
Naruto rudely
replied to a patron who told them to take their perverted behavior back to the
barn they were raised in while a group of guys near the back encouraged it by
whistling and hooting. They probably
hadn’t realized they were cheering on a man since he was using a rather
effeminate voice.
“Hey,” a tanned
finger reached over to tap on Neji’s knee and he leaned forward to meet
sapphire blue eyes, sparkling with mischief.
“It’s your turn.”
He might as well
have been speaking in some alien language because Neji wasn’t sure he’d heard
him correctly or that he’d said what he <i>thought</i> he
said. “Wh- What?”
“No,” Sasuke hissed
and pushed Neji against the back of his chair a little too roughly. “He doesn’t have to do it.”
Naruto
scowled. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to
you,” he started then waited for Gaara’s moan to end so he wouldn’t have to
speak over the noise, “but we’re moving down the line and he’s next.”
“Fine. Neji, switch places with me,” he suggested,
finding a loophole in Naruto’s rules.
“That’s not fair,”
the blonde whined when Sasuke started to rise from his feet and he expected the
long haired brunette to do the same but he didn’t move.
Sasuke knew why his
friend was doing this, he was trying to provoke Neji’s prudish personality by
forcing him into a situation where he had to choose between being one of the
guys or the lonely stick in the mud.
And that was
exactly where Neji stood right now.
He was never one to
cave under peer pressure. He’d always
made his own choices based on what he thought was right and what he knew was
wrong, always careful not to make one he would later regret. But… by molding his belief system around what
everyone else dictated was right and what was not… wasn’t he
<i>technically</i> giving into peer pressure?
“Neji?” It was Sasuke, offering him one, last chance
to grab onto his lifesaver amongst the tumultuous sea of his moral
dilemma. But Neji didn’t take it.
“Nah, it’s fine,”
he said, his voice a lot more confident than he felt.
Sasuke slowly
returned to his seat, obviously not convinced.
“Are you sure?”
Neji smiled
weakly. “Don’t be such a spoilsport,
Sasuke.”
“Oh really,” the
Uchiha grinned, very intrigued by the other man’s catty attitude, “Well, let’s
see what you’ve got.”
It was too late to
back down now. His best bet was to do it
quickly and get it over with before the moment got cold. He took a deep breath to settle his rattling
nerves and curled his fingers into a fist before resting it in his lap.
“This is going to
be good,” Gaara purred, his bright, sea-green eyes locked onto Neji’s crotch,
and while Sasuke fought the urge to punch him in the face, Naruto tried to keep
his jealousy under control.
A soft ‘uhm’ trickled
from Neji’s lips. The sound seemed to
echoed within his ears but, it was so low that it was barely above a whisper.
“Louder,” Naruto
instructed, “I don’t think the people in the next row even heard you.”
“Yeah,” Sasuke
agreed, “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”
Neji shot him a
glance that said ‘Damn you,’ but that only made him grin wider. He’d come too far now to rely on the Uchiha
for help and, even if he wanted it, something told him he would refuse. He took another deep breath and leaned
forward just enough to hide his face behind a curtain of long, black hair
before forcing out another moan. This
time a little louder.
“Kyaa ha ha,”
Naruto cracked up and kicked his legs against the back of the seat in front of
him. “You sound like you’re giving
birth.”
Gaara shook his
head, clearly disappointed. “What’s the
matter, Neji? Can’t you fake an orgasm?”
“I can… it’s just…
you’re all crowding me. It’s hard to
concentrate.”
“You need to
concentrate to fake an orgasm?” the boy farthest from his chuckled, “That’s
sad.”
“Leave him alone,”
Sasuke sighed, coming to the other man’s defense, “Try again, Neji. Come on, I know you can do it.”
“Gee, thanks,” the
Hyuuga muttered flatly. He’d hoped that
they’d all have their little laugh at his miserably failed attempt and move on
to Sasuke. But nooo… The Uchiha insisted
he get it right.
Channeling every
ounce of courage he possessed, he closed his eyes and tried to block out the
sounds of the upset patrons around him, the sniggering boys closest to him and
the voice of wisdom in his head that kept telling him he was doing something
really stupid. He inhaled deeply,
filling his lungs with air that was thick with the scent of buttered popcorn
and boiled meat. He parted his lips,
threw back his head and prepared to let it out but the sound died at the back
of his throat the moment a blinding light shone on them from over head and a
stern, highly annoyed voice said: “Will
you four come with me please?”
Naruto didn’t stop
laughing while they were ushered out of the dark room, and the audience
cheering them out only made him laugh harder.
“You should have
seen your face,” he managed to snort as they stood outside the Cineplex, “When
the guy showed up and flashed the light on you, you were like this,” and he froze,
mimicking Neji’s ‘Oh shit! Busted!’
expression.
Sasuke clapped a
hand on the shorter man’s shoulder.
“Wow, you were really going to do it, weren’t you? I gotta say, I didn’t think you had it in
you, Neji!”
“There’s a lot I’m
capable of, Sasuke,” he turned to face him rather smugly, “And there’s a lot
about me you don’t know either,” and he smiled sweetly before shrugging,
displacing Sasuke’s hand from his shoulder and walking over to where Gaara was
standing.
Sasuke’s eyebrows
shot up. Had Neji just flirted with him
in <i>public</i>? The other
man probably didn’t think so but Sasuke sure as hell did. If he really tried he could be quite the cock
tease, he definitely had the looks and voice for it, Sasuke surmised as he
roved his eyes up and down the Hyuuga’s slender form.
“Oh God,” Naruto
sighed after regaining his composure.
“What time is it?” he then asked, his tone of voice high with
impatience.
“It’s still too
early,” Gaara replied immediately, knowing exactly what time boyfriend was
looking forward to.
“Whadda you guys
wanna do now?” he inquired with a yawn, but didn’t put a hand over his mouth.
“Let’s ask, Neji,”
Sasuke grinned. “He’s become quite the
thrill seeker.”
As crazy as it
sounded, Neji actually wanted to throttle him for making that suggestion but he
knew the Uchiha was only getting back at him for what happened just seconds
earlier.
Must he always have
the last laugh?
Once again, he was
the centre of attention and all eyes were on him but, unlike before, he was the
leader, not the follower. His brain
kicked into overdrive as he tried to come up with something for them to do but
the only delinquent activities he could think of were lame ideas like tying
plastic bags to cats’ feet and ringing doorbells and running away. As he looked around their environment for a
spark of inspiration his eyes landed on Gaara’s ensemble and he remembered
Itachi’s style of dress and the shirts Sasuke liked to wear. Like the one he was wearing now.
“Well, I always
wanted to know where you guys got your clothes.”
Gaara’s eyes
flashed with interest, and he tilted his head slightly to one side. “Really?”
“Mm hm,” he
nodded. “I’ve never seen clothes like
these in any of the stores I’ve been to.”
“That’s because
people like you don’t go to the kinds of stores we go to,” Naruto scoffed
nastily, “Besides, most of them are online and I’m sure you’ve never heard of
them anyway,” he added with a shrug.
“Then we’ll take
him to one.”
“Oh God, no,” he
loudly voiced his displeasure, “I don’t want to go shopping.”
“Who said that?”
his young lover replied, “We’re just going to show him where the store is
located.”
“Are we going
<i>inside</i> the store?”
Gaara nodded.
“Then we’re going
shopping. I know you better than anyone,
babe, and I know you can’t just walk into a store and not buy anything.”
And he was right.
Gaara acted coy
after the long drive to the department store as he took him through each aisle. At first he was informative, telling Neji
what was in style and which pieces of leather accessories went where. Then he became curious, shifting through the
racks of new arrivals and guessing Neji’s measurements by holding clothes
against his frame. Eventually, the rabid
shopaholic reared its ugly head, and Neji was held at his mercy as he forced
him to try on many different items.
Sometimes all at once.
“Is this a skirt?”
he asked of Sasuke in dismay, holding up a plaid, red and black piece of cloth
that hung about mid thigh.
“No, that’s a
kilt,” he answered before yawning widely.
“You wear it over the pants.”
“But… I’m wearing
so much already,” the young man whined, and although the store had a powerful
ventilation system, he was starting to feel hot.
“I agree,” Sasuke
sighed and pushed himself off the wall opposite the dressing rooms to help him
remove the thick, heavy jacket that engulfed his torso, “Besides, you’d look so
much better naked.”
He’d expected him
to blush and turn his face away but Neji surprised him this time by doing
neither. “I knew you were going to say
something like that,” he shook his head and chuckled.
“So, you were
baiting me?”
Neji looked up to
catch his gaze, having to tilt his head back a bit because of their closeness, and
the fragrance of Sasuke’s cologne was easily detectable over the scent of new
clothing, straight from the manufacturer’s warehouse. “It wasn’t my intention,” he answered, his
voice lower than before.
“Hn,” Sasuke
grinned. He liked where this was going
and he dipped his head to hover over the other man’s shoulder. “What are your intentions, Neji?”
His whisper was
like a soft caress against his ear, and he twitched, but it wasn’t only because
of the sensual feel of his breath on his skin but because he knew that their
conversation had taken on a completely different meaning. His spine stiffened and his muscles seemed to
melt as two large hands lightly rested on his hips and it was obvious from the
way they were standing, chest to chest, that this was far more than a platonic
relationship. Fortunately for them, no
one else was nearby. Not that that would
have mattered to the Uchiha, and it didn’t seem to matter to Neji either.
He was getting too
caught up in the moment. This was a rare
opportunity, he had Sasuke right where he wanted him, but instead of dismissing
him… he wanted to kiss him.
He must have been a
mind-reader because, no sooner had that thought entered his mind, Sasuke
stimulated his ear lobe with wet licks and sharp, little nibbles. Neji’s eyelids fluttered and his lips parted
on a heavy exhalation. The excessive
clothes, Sasuke’s body heat and his rapidly warming libido threatened to send
him in a state of hyperthermia. His skin
tingled and he became aware of every drop of perspiration that formed and
cascaded along his white flesh in tiny rivulets. Sasuke was lapping at his jaw now, slowly
making his way along the smooth column of neck.
When he reached the barrier of cotton he growled and fisted his hands in
the hem of the shirt and lifted it, but as relieved as Neji was to feel cool
air against his heated skin, he gave no co-operation in removing the article of
clothing.
“Sasuke, wait,” he
gasped his protest, but his body swayed and he leaned closer to that
tantalizing mouth, “This wasn’t my intention either.”
Sasuke fought an
inner battle at that moment. Had this
been anyone else, he would have pulled them into the dressing room and
pressured them into sex, but he couldn’t do that with Neji, not after what he’d
been through with his step-father. He
couldn’t jeopardize weeks of progress over one quickie, no matter how badly he
wanted it. “Hm?” he half-groaned,
half-sighed and tugged the shirt back into its proper place. “What is?” he asked again.
“I wanted to flirt
with you.”
Confusion hit
Sasuke like a ton of bricks and he pushed Neji at arm’s length to look down on
him as if he’d gone mad. “What?” he
asked him to reiterate, not sure he’d heard him correctly the first time.
“Don’t look at me
like that,” the older man giggled and tossed the jacket that he forgot he was
still holding over the Uchiha’s baffled head.
“I said I wanted to keep flirting with you.”
Sasuke didn’t say
anything as he peeled the coat off him and tossed it aside before placing his
hands on his hips to look the shorter man up and down. His befuddlement at Neji’s saucy behavior was
within reason because, just a few hours ago, he was abashed about wearing his
clothes, now he was <i>throwing</i> clothes at him.
He was progressing
nicely, Sasuke thought, and maybe Gaara was right about bringing him
along. Being in their company helped him
to open up a bit.
“Why?” was his
simple, one-word question.
Neji shrugged. He didn’t expect he’d have to explain himself
and, not having a truly valid reason, he turned his head away and looked at the
floor. “I don’t know,” he murmured
quietly.
Sasuke
frowned. ‘Shit, he’s withdrawing.’ He reached out to pinch Neji’s chin between
his thumb and forefinger and forced him to meet his gaze. “Why?” he asked again, but this time it was a
forceful demand.
At first, he
couldn’t tell why this was so important to him but he soon understood what
Sasuke was trying to do and it made him smile.
“I like flirting
with you,” he finally confessed. “It’s…
entertaining.”
Sasuke’s chest vibrated
with a low chuckle and he flashed Hyuuga a wide grin before releasing him. “Entertaining, huh? What exactly about it do you find so
entertaining?”
“You, mostly,” he
began and leaned against the wall before elaborating. “I like the way you talk when you’re being
flirtatious and that everything you say can be construed as something sexual.”
“In other words,
you like it when I talk like a pervert.”
Neji laughed at his
blunt reply and folded his arms across his chest. “I know it sounds odd and only makes me seem
like one too, but… it’s hard to explain.”
“No, I think I
understand,” the other man nodded and moved over to stand next to him. “When I talk to you like that, it makes you
feel good about yourself because you’re desirable to me and I want you, correct?”
Neji was silent for
a moment before nodding slowly. He knew
Sasuke was deeply concerned about his well-being and was doing everything he
could to help him overcome his traumatic experience, but there was just something
about the way he said that that made Neji believe he was only being nice to him
just so he’d get well soon. But he knew
better than that, and Sasuke confirmed this by reaching out to cup his cheek in
one hand and he said, with naked honesty:
“That’s because you <i>are</i> desirable to me and I
<i>do</i> want you, Neji.”
He remained
speechless, unable to say anything with the tightening in his throat and his
coy, little Neji returned upon the introduction of a deep, pink blush. A colour Sasuke had never seen on him before.
“You know what’s
funny?” he stroked the reddening cheek with his large thumb. “The old you would have probably slapped me
for saying something like that.”
“Yeah, well, I
think you’re starting to grow on me,” he admitted sheepishly and fiddled with
the price tag that hung from the sleeve of the shirt.
“And I think you’re
starting to grow on me.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep,” Sasuke
grinned impishly. “Whenever you’re near
me; I start to grow.”
That caused him to
create the loveliest sound Sasuke ever heard in his life and Neji clapped his
hand over his mouth to stifle his outburst.
“That was a good one,” he chortled.
Sasuke puffed out
his chest, “I knew you’d like it.”
“Do you know any
more?” Neji asked.
“Yeah, but most of
them I got from Naruto,” and he cringed, hinting at their sub-par quality.
“Are they
<i>that</i> bad?”
“Not all of them,
but they have to be used with caution since it’s highly likely you’ll end up
with a knee in the groin.”
“Ouch.”
“Exactly, which is
why I never use them unless either one of two scenarios are met.”
“And those are?”
Sasuke turned to
face him and held up a long index finger.
“One: They have to be so drunk
that they won’t remember a thing I said when they sober up and two,” a second
finger joined the first, “They have to be restrained so that they can’t inflict
any harm upon my person. And I’m not
talking about light bondage shit either, I’m talking about some seriously,
heavy bondage. Blindfolds not
necessary.”
Neji couldn’t
explain why he found that so intriguing and, out of curiosity, he asked,
“You’ve practiced BDSM before?”
Sasuke’s head
snapped around so quickly Neji could have sworn he heard the bones in his neck
crack. “You actually know what BDSM is?”
he asked, his dark eyes wide with incredulity.
While he found
Sasuke’s shocked disbelief to be quite amusing, he had to admit that he didn’t
even know what the letters stood for.
“I’ve heard <i>of</i> it,” the inexperienced man disclosed
with a wave of his hand, “Some guys were talking about it at this place I used
to work.”
“And what do you
think about it?”
Neji’s thin brows
drew into a frown as he recalled some of the things the men spoke of and he
hugged himself at their descriptions of ropes, collars and paddles. “I don’t think I’d enjoy something like
that,” he said and held himself tighter.
“Not being able to control what’s happening. Becoming a slave or a prisoner to someone
else’s sexual whims, without consideration for your own. Not to mention the physical and emotional
scars suffered by being trained to be someone’s doll or pet.”
Sasuke released the
breath he’d been holding. Neji made his
opinion clear on the matter by the way he spat out that last word and it was a
little disappointing. He would have
liked to experiment on a few of those activities with him.
“I admit, it
doesn’t appeal to everyone, but your perspective is skewered,” Sasuke stated,
“BDSM covers a wide spectrum, Neji. It
can be as mild or as severe as <i>you</i> want it to be, that’s why
it’s important to find a partner who’s into the same things you are.”
Skepticism misted
his pale, violet eyes and Sasuke pulled him close, unwrapping Neji’s arms from
in front of his torso and tying them around his waist. “It’s a common misunderstanding, especially
since it’s rather taboo and no one talks about it like they would the weather,
but you have to realize that what happens, happens with everyone’s
consent.”
Neji was still
having a hard time believing him but Sasuke could tell his doubts were
beginning to wane.
“I know what you
think, Neji and I’m telling you that it’s not rape, those are two completely
different things. I understand why you’d
be terrified of it, I really do, but I can’t allow you to debase that lifestyle
when you know so little of it. If you’d
give it a chance, you’d realize that it can be one of the most powerful
expressions of trust within any relationship,” and he cupped Neji’s face,
something he found he liked doing, and brought their eyes together, “Like I
said, it’s not for everyone, but you’ll never know if you never try anything
new.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to try anything
new, Sasuke,” he whimpered, desperately trying to get him to see his point of
view. “I just don’t want to try
<i>that</i>. I don’t think--“
he took a shuddering breath and shook his head, unintentionally dislodging the
hands on his cheeks. “I just don’t think
I’d like it.”
“Fair enough,” he
nodded, completely respecting that decision and taking a few steps back to give
him some space. “Is there anything at
all that you’d like to try that you’ve never thought of or always wanted to?”
Neji glanced up at
him as he pondered the possibilities, but he seemed to hit a wall coming up
with any ideas.
“It doesn’t have to
be sexual,” the Uchiha chuckled, hoping that would broaden his options.
He paused for a few
more moments. “I can’t think of anything
right now,” he muttered apologetically.
“Well,” the taller
man glanced at his watch and took note of the time. “It’s getting late. I’m going to gather the other two while you
get changed and think about something new you’d like to try,” but before moving
off, Sasuke turned to him once more.
“Oh, and take your time,” he said, assuring him there was no rush. “We’ve got all night.”
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