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An Indecent Affair	By : ClaireBear Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2104 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter�s been finished for quite a
while now, it�s just that I had an issue with my internet connection and only
got it back recently.� I�d like to thank
Chaos for beta-ing this for me with most incredible
speed, (She�s really good) and I�d like to thank you for taking the time to
read it.� It�s fairly long but hopefully
it won�t be that bad.
Also, I�m sorry for the delay.� I must admit I don�t write as often as I used
to.

Chapter 21

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Kabuto couldn�t believe his luck!
It had been five long weeks since he�d
last enjoyed the �company� of another human being and he was beginning to fear
that he�d have to cast his line elsewhere.�
But this wasn�t the first nightclub that yielded him an unsuccessful
catch and his impatience urged him to go back to Club Zen where the waters were
more promising.� However, the barman
there was beginning to grow suspicious of his activities so he decided to play
it safe and find another hotspot.
Throughout his experiences, he realized
that picking up women was much easier than picking up men.� Probably because they were more gullible and
their bodies often succumbed to the drug more quickly, and he would have made
it easier on himself and sought out a female plaything
this night if he didn�t have a sudden appetite for boys.
Man, woman, it mattered not to Kabuto, who was just looking for a good time without the
hassle of a long-term relationship and the unnecessary burdens and expenses
that usually came with it.� That was one
out of many reasons he enjoyed doing this but his primary motive was the thrill
of the sport.
Much like the fisherman waiting for the
next big one, he would sit patiently in hopes that someone would
approach him and take the bait.
His clean, well-kempt
and approachable demeanor acted as a worm to visually attract the unsuspecting,
giving them the illusion he was completely harmless.� His charming smile, witty repertoire and vast
knowledge were the lure, enticing his prey with his charisma and maturity,
giving them the impression he was completely trustworthy.� His hook was the extra glass of alcohol that
he�d �ordered for his girlfriend that stood him up tonight� and, once they felt
sorry enough for him, it wasn�t long before they�d take the nibble and then
they�d be his to do with as he pleased.
But tonight appeared to be just as disappointing
as the past others.� He�d been lounging
at the bar for nearly two hours already and he was beginning to wonder if the
effects of the drug had weakened over time.�
This was the longest he�d ever waited for a victim and, therefore, never
had the opportunity to test the diminishing strength of his mixture.�
With an innocent gesture, and a sleight
of hand, he brought the tiny vial towards the already tainted glass but he
froze the moment he approached the bar.
Kabuto gaped, awestuck by the magnificent creature
that cautiously stumbled in his direction.�
He was tall, lean and, despite the way his shirt seemed to engulf his
torso, he could tell he wasn�t too skinny.�
Thin arms protruded from the gaping holes of his sleeveless top,
revealing toned limbs made of very little defined muscle, insinuating that they
were not used for fighting or any form of self defense.
Perfect.
His smooth, snow white skin gave off an
otherworldly glow whenever the shifting lights brushed against him and the
reflective sheen from his jet, black hair created the effect of an ethereal
halo.� Long legs extended from beneath
that tent of a shirt he was wearing, encased in deliciously tight jeans that
hugged him in all the right places as he placed one foot in front of the
other.� In his imagination, those legs
were clean shaven, even up to his pubic bone, while his ass was taut and his
calves were firm and shapely.� For now,
he was going by wishful thinking but, if he played his cards right, he�d find
out soon enough.
He�d have to act fast though because this
exquisite specimen of a human being hadn�t caught his eye alone and he quickly
pocketed the liquid drug, hoping that what remained in the extra glass was
still potent enough to serve his purposes.
Kabuto drummed his fingers against the bar, trying to appear nonchalant, as
if he hadn�t yet seen the man next to him and, how fortuitous that he should
happen to occupy the stool next to his.�
He observed as the stranger tried, unsuccessfully, to get the drink
jockey�s attention above the other patrons�.�
He wasn�t assertive in his approach, his voice
was too low to be heard above the booming of the techno music and the shrieking
of party-goers.� Then there were the rude
individuals that kept cutting in before him.
Kabuto covered a sly grin with one hand.�
The poor thing probably had low self-esteem issues.
It was a difficult task but he forced
himself to wait a bit longer, watching to see how this little scenario would
play out, and when the boy grew discouraged and was about to leave empty-handed,
Kabuto made his move.
�Here,� he spoke loud enough to gather
the attention of the retreating back.�
�You can have mine.�
He turned slowly, unsure if that voice
had been directed at him, just in time to see a well-manicured hand push a
glass, topped to the brim with ice and liquor, in his direction.� Kabuto�s breath
caught within his throat once he was graced with the unspeakable beauty of
those sparkling amethysts that glanced at him with uncertainty, and he had to
give himself a mental shake to break free of his trance.� �You were going to buy a drink, right?�
He paused in hesitation at the generous
offer before shaking his head in polite refusal.� �No� I-I couldn�t--�
�It�s fine,� he
assured him with a warm smile and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of
his nose.� �I was supposed to meet my
girlfriend here, so I ordered her drink for her, but�,� and he sighed solemnly,
playing on the other man�s sympathies, �She hasn�t shown up yet and I�m
beginning to doubt she will, but you look like you could really use it, so at
least it wouldn�t go to waste.� It�s a
gin and tonic.� I hope that�s okay.�
His deception worked like a charm.� The genuine pity was easily seen on such a
highly expressive face, and he wondered how that face would look as he experienced
many, delirious orgasms.
�Are you sure?� the beautiful male then
asked, wanting to make positively sure that was his final answer before
offering the handful of bills as a means of payment.
Kabuto shook his head.� Money was not
what he wanted from him, besides, if he did feel like taking a cut, he could
always get it later from his unconscious body.�
�No, keep your money� it�s of little consequence to me right now,� and
he sighed, looking very much like the pathetic loser he was pretending to be.�
�Umm� sorry,� his quarry replied with
emphatic empathy.
�No, it�s not your fault,� he declined
the apology with a wave of one hand, �It�s me� it�s got to be� why else would
she keep blowing me off like this?� I do
everything in my power to make her happy and nothing seems to work now.� I just wish I knew what to do,� and it may
have been the bad lighting or the smoke in his eyes but he looked as if he were
on the verge of tears.
�It could be a lack of
communication.� Have you tried talking to
her?� the other man said after a moment of awkward silence.
Kabuto stiffened.� This was rare.� Usually, his victims would conclude there was
trouble in paradise, and after the assumption that he was well-to-do based on
his appearance, they would decide they wanted him for themselves.� Most were vocal with their offers to take her
place, while some suggested he blow her off the same way she did him.� Those types of people always made the game a
lot less challenging.� They were either
easy, gold diggers, or just looking for a good old-fashioned one-nighter.� They were
also the only ones he never needed to drug in the first place but Kabuto was obsessive compulsive when it came to what he
wanted in the sack and the last thing he needed was someone telling him what to
do, how to do it, and where to put it.�
He also hated the uncomfortable mornings after, especially when he hoped
to walk away, never having to see that person again and they�d suddenly decide
they�d like to exchange numbers and �see where it goes.�
His little drug suited his needs
perfectly as it eliminated all those annoyances.� It left him completely in charge, to do
whatever he pleased with whomever he wanted, and he could easily slip away when
it was all over, while they were left, out cold, on the warm, motel bed.
The best part was that, the majority of
the time, the target never remembered a thing that happened
the night before, especially if they had already been drinking or were
with so many different people that it was difficult to trace it back to him.
The more self-righteous individuals, the
ones that failed his obscure question and answer test, he had to handle with a
little more tact.� They were the ones
that turned up their noses in disgust at the mere thought of one night of
anonymous sex, and while he usually preferred to have nothing to do with
morally overloaded goody-goodies, a vengeful part of him enjoyed violating
those sanctimonious persons, purely out of spite.
This guy belonged to that latter group of
people.� He could easily tell just by his
suggestion he try to work his relationship out.�
He was one of those �nice guys.��
The caring, compassionate type that every woman prayed for but left
hanging out to dry for a �bad boy� who only ended up treating them poorly.
There were no rings on his fingers so he
probably wasn�t married, but who was to say he didn�t have a girlfriend?
Or a boyfriend?
He certainly dressed like he was
somebody�s bitch, and if Kabuto didn�t know any
better, he was willing to guess that was his man�s shirt he was wearing.� Probably because his were all in the wash�
who knew?
What he did know was that, based on the
size and consumer brand of that one article of clothing, he wouldn�t like to
meet the guy that it fit, but despite his consternations, he was still willing
to take the risk.� If this stranger had
gone clubbing with his life partner (if he did, indeed, have one) Kabuto imagined the dominant mate wouldn�t want to let his
lover out of his sight, especially with him looking as sexy as he did.� He sure as hell wouldn�t if this fine
specimen were his belonging, and if he had ventured out solo, then his man
wouldn�t even know that he�d �borrowed� him for one night.� He also didn�t seem to have come with a crowd
so no one would even miss him when he was gone.
Kabuto faked another sigh before taking a sip from his glass, hoping that
the other man would emulate the gesture but, when he did nothing but sit there
and wait for an answer, the bespectacled man shared the rest of his fabricated
tale.
�I�ve tried everything!� he blurted, his
voice thick with forced emotion.�
�Flowers, candy, you name it.� I
even tried proposing to her, thinking that she was just waiting for me to pop
the question, but that didn�t work either,� and he cast the man next to him a
look of utter desperation.� �What am I
doing wrong?�
�Erm,� he
stammered.� �I- not that it�s� well, have
you taken into consideration that maybe she- well, the reason she�s showing a
lack of interest in you is because she�s� interested in� someone else?�
Kabuto�s eyes widened
in shock, as if that thought had never crossed his mind, as if that speculation
was an absolute impossibility.� His staged reaction drew more pity from the
other man�s heart, just as he�d hoped.�
�I can�t� I just can�t believe it,� he brought his hands to his temples
to massage them with his fingertips, �She�s everything
to me.� I-I don�t want to lose her.�
�W-Wait� that might not be the case,� he
quickly added, reaching out a comforting hand then, just as quickly, jerked it
away as if he didn�t want to get too deeply involved, �She could be distancing
herself in an attempt to get you to dump her.�
She probably doesn�t want to hurt you by coming forward and ending it,
so she might be trying to spare your feelings by acting this way.� But you won�t know for certain until you
confront her about it.� I think open
communication between the two of you should be the first step to either
repairing your relationship or mutually ending it.�
�Tch, what a
know-it-all,� Kabuto groused inwardly.� His ego never could tolerate anyone that
rivaled his own intellect, but he fought back a dirty sneer, and instead gazed
in admiration at his wisdom.� He was the
one that would end up on top by the end of this night so he was willing to swallow
his pride for now.� �I really hope you�re
right,� he shook his head before taking another sip from his glass,
again hoping the brunette would do the same.
He didn�t.
�How do you know so much?� he then asked,
trying not to let his agitation show at his procrastination to drink the damned
thing.
�Umm, I studied a little psychology
when--�
�You�re a shrink?� Kabuto
gasped, his dark eyes lighting up behind two, circular lens.� This was perfect.� He could use that to his advantage.
�N-No� I just did it as an elec--�
�I could really use a professional�s
help,� he interrupted again and snatched up one of the other man�s hands to
clasp it in both of his, not at all surprised to find the skin was incredibly
soft.� �I know you�re off the clock, and
this is probably the worst place to ask for an analysis, but I�m desperate and
I could really use your advice.� I only
need five minutes of your time--just five--and not a second longer, I
promise.� Please.� I-I�ll even pay you if I have to.�
�Umm,� he stalled, took a glance over his
shoulder, then looked back at the forlorn
individual.� Unable to see through the
fa�ade and, too na�ve to realize it was all just a cheap ploy, he nodded in
acquiesce.
Kabuto sighed with relief then showered him with gratitude.� �Come, let�s go
somewhere so we can talk.�� He still
hadn�t relinquished his hold upon his victim�s hand and grabbed his glass with
one while dragging the reluctant head doctor with the other, and much to his
delight, he�d taken the spiked drink with him.�
Kabuto had to turn his face away so the other
man couldn�t see his smirk.� He couldn�t
believe this guy was eating it all up.�
It must have been true what they said about one being born every minute.
They stopped at a small, two-seater table
littered with a few, empty bottles and half-empty tumblers.� The ashtray was stuffed with crushed
cigarette butts, and from the thick stench of tar and nicotine that wafted
around them, it was safe to say that someone had only recently put one out.
�My name�s Kabuto,
by the way,� the well-groomed gentleman introduced himself with an extended
palm after they�d taken their seats and cleared a place for their own glasses.
�I�m Neji,� and
he took the hand to give it a diplomatic shake.
�Neji,� Kabuto repeated the name as if he found it quite
fascinating when he actually didn�t.� To
be honest, he didn�t give a damn what this person was called.� He was just a means to an end.� �That�s exotic.�
A small smile touched Neji�s
lips at the flattering compliment and he muttered a coy �Thanks� in response.
�You�re not from here, are you?� he then
asked, trying to start a conversation in which Neji
willingly contributed.
�No, I�m not,� he admitted with a shake
of his head as he curled his fingers around the glass he�d acquired from the
kind stranger.�
Every fiber of Kabuto�s
being drew taut as those lean digits idly played with the drops of condensation
that formed on the outer side of the glass.�
�Come on!� Drink it, you cocktease!� he frantically screamed in his head.
�I�m originally from Japan.� My parents moved here when I was very young,�
he replied and he looked down at the object in his hand as if noticing it for
the first time.� Before he continued, he
slowly brought the tumbler to his lips, and if Kabuto�s
nerves were wound any tighter in suspense, he would have imploded.
�FINALLY!� he rejoiced, quickly dragging
his own glass to his mouth to hide a triumphant smirk when he took not one nor two, but three long sips.
Neji put the glass back on the table, not at all impressed with the taste
but he didn�t tell the other man that.�
He didn�t want to sound too ungrateful, but he really would have
preferred another rum punch like the one Sasuke got
for him, and he took another look over his shoulder to see if he could spot the
familiar dark head.� He couldn�t see him
or the others, from this table, and judging by the size of the crowd that was
gathered within the nightclub, he knew he was going to have trouble finding his
way back to their booth.� �Are you from
here?� he reciprocated the question in turn, wanting to be courteous by asking
him the same.
�Born and bred,� he answered with a smile
but it was really that same, malicious smirk he was having trouble
masking.� �I believe my ancestors were
from Germany, but I never got around to tracing my family tree.�
�That�s romantic.� I�ve been meaning to do that myself,� and,
despite his dislike of the drink�s caustic flavor, he found it a tad bit
addicting and had to take another few sips.
Kabuto�s smile grew wider.� �Ah, it�s so
nice to finally meet someone who doesn�t think learning about your ancestors
and researching your roots is a waste of time.�
�Ha ha, yeah� I know,� he blurted out in
laughter, not understanding why he found it so funny.
Even with the alcohol that was already
coursing through his system, Kabuto was surprised
that the drug still managed to kick in this rapidly, but was relieved that it
even worked at all, considering the length of time that expired since its
inception.� It had surpassed all his
expectations and he knew, based on this little �experiment,� that the
concoction that he�d been working on for all these months was now perfected.
Ah, the perks that came with being a
doctor and having your own pharmacy.
�Is something wrong?� Kabuto
asked when he noticed the other man kept peering behind him and his worst fears
came to pass when Neji said, �No, I�m just looking
for someone.�
Shit!�
So he hadn�t come out alone.�
There was another who knew he was going to be here.� Well, he�d already come too far to back down
now so he�d have to make this quick and get him out of here before his friend
showed up.
�Here�s to us, and may we be successful
in retracing our family trees,� Kabuto raised his
glass in a toast.
�Nyeah,� he
drawled and what was supposed to be a nod in agreement appeared as frenetic
bobbing.� He managed to empty the glass
none-the-less, throwing his head back as far as it would go, fearing it would
drop clean off his neck.� His mind began
to spin wildly in the opposite direction of the room and the vertigo made him
feel somewhat ill.� The flickering lights
didn�t help his nausea either as they became brighter, more
vivid and left long ribbons of colour as they
danced like a shimmering kaleidoscope before his eyes.� The pulsating beat of the music was the only
aspect of the song he could understand at this point for the singer�s soprano
voice had mutated until it became low and muffled, like a thousand bees
harmonizing in his ear.� He also felt
much warmer than before, unbearably hot actually, and his body temperature
seemed to rise with each erratic beat of his heart that thumped furiously
against his ribs and competed with the drumming of the bass speakers.
A heavy hand brought the glass crashing
down to the table.� Fortunately, it
didn�t break.� Neji
groaned softly as he leaned over to clutch his upset stomach and, as he did so,
for one brief moment, he could have sworn he saw a grinning devil sitting right
beside him.
�I�m so glad you took the time to help me
with my little problem, I really appreciate it,� and he reached out to gently
caress pale knuckles with a soft thumb.
Neji shuddered in revulsion at the suggestive stroking that accompanied
that lecherous smile.� It was all too
reminiscent of that day he�d been called into Orochimaru�s
office and he�d touched him in a similarly inappropriate manner.� But Kabuto probably
didn�t mean to be offensive, was probably only expressing his thanks with a
seemingly innocent gesture, but Neji hated that kind
of physical contact, especially from someone he didn�t even know.� �I� I have to go,� he excused himself,
finding it odd that his own voice sounded low and muffled to his ears.� He rose slowly, the
weakness in his legs making it difficult to walk, much less stand up straight
but he couldn�t move even if he wanted to because Kabuto
still had his hand ensnared within his vice-like grip.
�Sit down!� commanded the blue-haired
male and he roughly yanked Neji back onto the chair,
almost dislocating his arm from the shoulder joint as he did so.� �You�re not going anywhere,� and he laughed
wickedly, finally revealing himself as a wolf in sheep�s clothing.
A bold hand shot out and cupped the
erection that grew unwillingly between Neji�s legs
and the Hyuuga attempted to scream in protest but the
only sound he made was a pathetic gurgling in the back of his throat.� He used his free hand to try to push the
offending palm away from his crotch but he was much too weak to offer the other
man any resistance.�
�Go ahead, fight it all you want now,� Kabuto licked his lips as he felt his own cock stir in
response, �But once that drug kicks in you�ll be clutching at me and grinding
your hips against mine like the little slut that you are.�
�No,� Neji
gasped on a sob.� This wasn�t happening.
The tiny part of his mind that was still
aware of what was going on right now was the only thing he could count on to
get him out of this situation.� His body
had betrayed him, responding to this pervert�s repulsive touch and was unable
to fight or even run away.� He could
barely speak and he knew that if he could just get out one cry for help then
someone in this crowded building would be able to hear him.� There was also the chance that Sasuke, Itachi, Naruto or Gaara would come
looking for him but, as he was being lifted from the table and carried through
the crowd and towards the exit, he knew that possibility of one of them
spotting him was becoming dismally slim.
He never should have tried to help this
man.� He never should have trusted him
and he never should have followed him to that table.� He never should have stopped to talk to him
and should have followed his gut instinct and gone straight back to Sasuke and the others.�
If he had done any of those things then he wouldn�t be in the
predicament he found himself in now.
He could blame no one but himself.� Whatever was going to happen to him next was
entirely his fault.
�Please� don�t,� he rasped, his voice
shaking with fear.� His last bastion of
hope was that he somehow manage to talk his way out of
this and persuade this man to let him go, but he could barely utter two words
at a time and his lungs rather preferred he use what little oxygen he received
to maintain his shallow breathing.
�Shut up,� Kabuto
growled giving his limp body a firm shaking that rattled his bones and
increased the nauseating effects of his light-headedness, �If you keep your
trap shut then maybe you�ll wake up with a lot less bruises.�
Neji�s heart raced at his threat and panic usurped his arousal for a brief
second.� What exactly this man had
planned for him, he didn�t want to know, he just hoped that whatever it was
that he put in that drink kept him unaware through the entire ordeal.� He didn�t want any memories of this
night.� He didn�t need any more to add to
the ones he already had.�
A strained whimper escaped his lips and
he was disinclined to rest his dizzy head against a firm shoulder, cushioned by
an expensive, silk shirt.� The material
felt quite marvelous against his hyper-sensitive skin and he hated himself for
rubbing his cheek against it.� He hated
himself even more for enjoying it.
�There, that�s better,� Kabuto purred and pinched one of his nipples, regaling at
the lusty moan that came from his mouth.�
�If you�d like to be able to walk tomorrow morning then I suggest you be
a good, little boy and maybe I won�t be so rough with you.��
They were almost to the door now and Kabuto, once again, eased into his debonair role.� If he was going to slip past the other
patrons without giving them the impression he was taking this man against his
will, then he was going to have to make this look as legitimate as
possible.� If anyone asked, his boyfriend
drank a little too much, and he was taking him home.� The last thing he needed was this dumb idiot
blowing his cover, but as far as Neji knew, it was
already too late.�
He�d lost all sense of reason, his mind
surrendering wholly to the power of the date rape drug.� He was no longer aware of his surroundings
and was beginning to lose cognizance of his own identity.� He was also no longer afraid as he felt
himself fall into sedation.� His worry,
concern, guilt, and self-loathing all melted away as wanton need bubbled within
his mind, chest and groin.�
Neji almost choked on his gasp when they pushed through the door and the
crisp, night air stung his skin along with thick bullets of heavy
raindrops.� The tiny massages heightened
his arousal and the water droplets that trickled over his flesh and beneath his
clothing caused him to mewl with desire.�
He squirmed helplessly in response to the barrage of stimulants upon his
flesh and drew closer to the body keeping his upright, wanting to get closer to
the source of heat.
It was disappointing, being in this man�s
embrace.� It wasn�t as strong or as
supporting as the one he�d grown accustomed to, and although his expensive cologne
smelled nice, it was not as soothing as the scent his nose had become so used
to.� Despite his impaired judgment, Neji knew this wasn�t the body he wanted to be next to, and
although it felt good, it just didn�t feel right.�
He whimpered in frustration and silently
sobbed against a damp shirt the name of the body he yearned so desperately for.
***
Sasuke�s head whipped around at the sound of a familiar voice calling his
name.� It was Itachi,
and the look on his face revealed he had some bad news.
�I searched the bathrooms,� the taller
male said, running a frustrated hand through his hair.� �I didn�t see him.�
�Did you check the ladies� room?�
His brother�s face fell flat at the
stupid question.� �What the hell would he
be doing in there?�
�I don�t know!� Sasuke
erupted and took another quick scan of the constantly moving people around
them, �He might have stumbled in there by accident.�
�Trust me, if Neji
was in the girl�s room we would know about it.�
�God, I knew I shouldn�t have let him
wander off on his own,� Sasuke lamented his regret
and ground his teeth while he pulled at his hair with worry, �If anything
happens to him I--�
�Don�t do this to yourself, Sasuke,� Itachi cut him off then
tried to reason with him.� �He�s probably
gotten himself lost among the crowd,� and he reached out to drag his brother�s
hands out of his hair before he caused permanent damage to his scalp.� �As long as he�s inside this building, we�ll
find him.�
Sasuke merely nodded in response.�
There was no need for him to turn the place inside out looking for Neji� yet.� He had to
be in here somewhere and, when he found him, he was going to throttle
the Hyuuga for fretting his nerves like this.
��Tachi!��
That warbled voice, thick with alcohol,
belonged to Naruto and he shuffled, with great
difficulty, towards them.� �Phone�s fur
you, babe.�
�Naruto, what
the fuck are you doing?� Sasuke
yelled, nearly jumping the unsteady young man off his feet, �You�re supposed to
be waiting at the table just in case Neji returns,
you stupid retar--Ow!� he
yelped in pain and brought a hand up to soothe the stinging at the back of his
head where his brother had smacked him in retaliation to his scathing insults.
�I can understand why you�re upset,
little brother and, while I sympathize, I will not allow you to verbally abuse
my lover, understood?�
�Papi, he hurt
my feelings,� the blonde sniffled, feigning tears, and he approached his
boyfriend to be assuaged by his comforting embrace.�
Sasuke rolled his eyes at the disgusting display before him.� He was sure Itachi
knew he was only faking it and he was only encouraging the brat by coddling him
everytime he came to him with crocodile tears.� No wonder he was so out of control.
�You are such a moron,� the younger Uchiha seethed, once his brother was occupied with the
person on the phone.
�You�re just jealous �cuz
he loves me,� Naruto tittered and squeezed his mate
tightly while sighing in contentment.
�Hn,� Sasuke scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and
turning his head away in a rather childish manner.
�Outside,� came Itachi�s firm order punctuated by a sharp clap when he
closed the cell phone.� His composure was
now replaced with a sense of urgency, and he grabbed Naruto
roughly by the arm as he walked with him briskly through the mob.� Although he hadn�t said why he was going
outside, or why he had to go there in such a hurry, Sasuke
knew it was wiser not to ask, so he quietly followed, but the haste with which
his brother moved made him a little unnerved.
They came to the exit where Gaara was standing; knob in one hand and cell phone in the
other.
�Where?�� Itachi
asked him and the smaller man pushed against the door, cringing at the
raindrops that splattered on his arm as he pointed into the night.
Sasuke was confused by all this and wanted to ask what could possibly be so
important that Gaara wanted them to come see, and his
curiosity made him peek around his brother.�
All he knew was, whatever it was, it had to be something worth looking
at instead of looking for Neji, but what he saw
filled him with so much blind rage that he literally heard the exact moment his
sanity snapped.
�WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?� Sasuke screamed at the top of his lungs, startling everyone
that stood within earshot.� He didn�t give
a rat�s ass how many pairs of eyes were now on him, the only pair he gave a
damn about were the ones that gawked fearfully back at him from behind
wire-rimmed glasses.�� He stormed across
the parking lot and small groups of people, huddled underneath umbrellas,
stepped aside to give him passage, lest they get caught up in his range of
fire.� In no more than six strides, he
was now face to face with what he considered to be a dead man walking.� �Let go of him.� Right.� Now!�
Kabuto forced himself to remain calm as he stared up at the much taller man
before him.� Judging by the heavy rise
and fall of his muscular chest and the way he clenched and unclenched his large
fists in a threatening manner, he knew he was facing certain bodily harm.� He supposed it was also safe to say that this
brutish thug was the owner of the little skank he�d
just picked up.� Fortunately, his
outburst had drawn the attention, not only of onlookers, but of the bouncers as
well and Kabuto hoped to enlist their aid by making
himself out to be the victim.
�Look, I don�t want any trouble,� he
spoke loud enough to be heard over the thundering rain and the muted beat of
the dancehall music inside.� �My
boyfriend just had a little too much to drink, and I�m going to take him
home.� Here, you can have my money, just
please don�t hurt us.�
Sasuke didn�t look at the paper in the outstretched hand.� If he did he probably would have realized it
was the same cash he�d handed to Neji earlier and
that would have further ignited his ire.
For a while he didn�t speak; he
couldn�t.� It was physically impossible
to get any words through the tightness in his throat, and the only form of
communication that seemed plausible at this point was gratuitous violence.
Neji murmured, the almost inaudible sound barely reaching Sasuke�s ear, and he snapped his death-like glare from one
man to gaze in trepidation at the other.�
He could feel nothing but the intense fury that threatened to consume
him entirely as he looked upon Neji�s face, slack
with lust and cradled gently between a slim shoulder and neck.
Sasuke had to keep telling himself that this bastard had done something to
him.� He couldn�t have gone with him willingly, it wasn�t possible that he was promiscuous enough
to practically throw himself all over this guy when he practically cowered
whenever Sasuke tried to take it too far with
him.� There was no way in hell Neji was going to let this stranger take him God knows
where, when he was still uncomfortable with the idea of being alone in his
apartment with Sasuke, and the fact that he didn�t
seem to even recognize Sasuke proved that this
man was entirely responsible for his sedated disposition.
�We don�t know what your game is, but the
person you�re holding is a friend of ours, and if you�d be so kind as to hand
him over, then there won�t be any trouble,� Itachi
calmly stated, but Kabuto wasn�t fooled.� He knew that if he refused to comply then
this guy was prepared to dole out a punishment just as severe as the shorter,
but genetically identical, man next to him.
Naruto rolled up his sleeves (or lack thereof) and craned his neck from one
side to the next.� �I say� we kick his
ass and take back Neji by force,� the youth
instigated, eager for a brawl that would make this the perfect end to an
eventful night.� Gaara
grunted in response as he shivered like a drenched puppy in the cold rain.� His face was sour and the black makeup
cascading down his cheeks gave him the appearance of a ghastly creature.� The redhead was not at all amused that he had
to come out in such abysmal weather and he too wouldn�t mind taking out his
anger on this pansy, especially since he was not deemed worthy enough to put
his dirty hands on his Neji.
Sasuke hadn�t noticed when his backup arrived, and quite honestly, he didn�t
need them to take care of this waste of human sperm, but even if they hadn�t
come to his side, Kabuto had lost his gamble as the
nightclub bouncers chose to ignore the altercation.� They�d be fools to leave the dry shelter of
the canopy to tell them they�d have to leave when they were already outside
and, since they weren�t fighting inside the club, or fighting to get in
it, then it was not within their job description.
Outnumbered and out of ideas, Kabuto chuckled once he came to terms with his defeat and
he released his captive, discarding him like nothing more than trash.� With no support, Neji
collapsed to the asphalt, his body hitting the wet ground with a splash and his
head banged against the concrete with a hard thud.� �Here, you can keep him,� Kabuto
sneered in derision, the waves of water trickling down his lenses, distorting
the scorn within his eyes, �He probably has an STD anyway.�
�You
son-of-a-bitch!� Sasuke roared and lunged at the man, causing him to cry out
in surprise and he staggered backwards in terror, but Itachi
was faster and was barely able to restrain his enraged sibling in time.� �Let me go, Itachi!�
his lips pulled back in a feral growl baring sharp, white teeth as he wrestled
to escape his grasp before the coward that had turned tail and run was able to
escape too far.
Gaara went over to where Neji lay and got down on
his knees.� He was already soaked to the
bone so he didn�t mind getting his pants dirty too.� He carefully turned Neji
from his side, onto his back, and was greatly relieved to find he was still
breathing, although he appeared to have trouble doing so.� His chest heaved with short, quick pants and
his lips were slightly parted in their effort to get as much air into his lungs
as possible.
�God dammit, Itachi.� He�s getting away,� Sasuke grunted as he watched his target weave through a row
of cars before fumbling with his keys and hopping into one.�� It was a silver,
ninety-seven Toyota Camry from the LE series but he had trouble making out the
license plate in this downpour.�
�Let him go; he�s not worth spending the
rest of your life rotting behind bars,� his brother hissed in his ear and
jerked him roughly, hoping to shake some sense into him, but Sasuke didn�t seem to agree.
As long as it was for Neji,
he�d spend the rest of his life rotting in hell if he had to.
Gaara continued to inspect the supine body for any injuries and a tiny
smile blossomed on his lips at the way Hyuuga
responded to his touches.� His small
fingers lightly grazed his forehead, brushing damp strands of hair out of his
face and Neji leaned with them as they glided across
his marble-like skin.� Wide, unfocused
eyes blinked up at him from behind pretty eyelashes and Gaara
sighed in reverent awe at his masculine beauty.�
His fingers mapped a trail from the perimeter of his hairline to tickle
the rim of his earlobe and continued along his jaw until they stopped at the
base of his chin and sea-green eyes glittered with opportunity as he stared at
moist, pink lips that begged to be kissed.
�Whut are you
doing?� Naruto asked of his boy toy that was now
leaning over Neji in a very questionable position.
�I was just giving him mouth to mouth,�
he lied, and seeing that Sasuke was still
preoccupied, he dipped his head again to finish what he�d started.
�Get off him, you cow,� his jealous mate
bellowed before kicking him, none too gently, against the shoulder.� Gaara winced and
rubbed the tender bruise, smearing a muddy bootprint
into his arm while his lover pulled Neji to his feet
with all intents and purposes of keeping those two apart, but he didn�t know
the brunette wasn�t feeling quite himself and was taken aback when he started
to cling to him.� �Ack!� Get him offa me,� he shrieked and stumbled
backwards just as Neji leaned closer into him.� They fell, with Naruto
taking the brunt of the impact this time and, the alcohol that muddled his
senses plus the weight of the man on his chest made it virtually impossible to
get back upright.
��He�s too heavy,� grunted Gaara
who attempted to lift him by the back of his shirt as if he were luggage.
�YOU�RE DEAD, YOU HEAR ME?� DEAD!�
�Sasuke, just
forget him already.� He isn�t worth it,� Itachi tried unsuccessfully to reason with his
temperamental brother but his words held no sway with the volatile man.
�I�LL FUCKING KILL YOU,� he tossed that
threat to the slowly disappearing vehicle and, only when it was out of sight
and impossible to tell whether he�d taken the east-bound road or north, did Itachi finally release him.
But that didn�t stop him from carrying on
his tirade.
The eldest brother, watched in disdain,
as the younger Uchiha cussed and screamed like a
madman.� He couldn�t completely fault him
though.� Had something like this happened
to Naruto or Gaara, he
would have been very upset, but Sasuke behaved too
irrationally; such childish antics were highly uncalled for.� A good, hard smack across the back of his
head would do nothing but piss him off further so he let the big baby throw his
futile tantrum.�
Still the heavyset guards did nothing but
watch and keep the line moving.� Like St.
Peter at the gates of Heaven, letting in only those they deemed worthy enough
and relishing the looks of disappointment of the ones they turned away.� Besides, this kind of drama was good for
business anyway and those that were denied entrance were still able to leave
with a consolation prize as they took in the entertaining display of five crazy
men rolling about in the rain.� Even nosy
parkers inside peeked from behind the door to see what all the fuss was about.
�Sasuke�s eruption inevitably ebbed and his attentions were
now able to focus on someone more important.�
�Get away from him,� he said angrily and
shoved Gaara, who was still having a difficult time,
pulling Neji off his boyfriend.� The redhead got his own taste of the cold, hard
pavement and, finally having had enough, he got to his feet and stomped off.
�Where are you going?� his dark-haired
owner asked.� He knew his little sprite
could take care of himself and there was no need to worry about someone
abducting him but Itachi would rather be safe than
sorry.
�I�m going back to the car,� he muttered
beneath heated breath, fishing his hands inside the taller man�s pocket until
he found what he was looking for.� Itachi looked down at Naruto�s
play-thing through closely drawn lids and he shivered as small fingers angrily
rummaged through his pants and brushed a little too close to his groin.
Gaara was cute when he was angry.� He
loved the way his naked eyebrows curled down to pinch green eyes that sparkled
with irritation and the way his thin lips would squeeze themselves into an
impetuous pout before they launched into a diatribe of profanity and physical
threats.� But with his usually spiky hair
plastered atop his head and his face ruddy with running makeup, he was
downright sexy.
Itachi�s cock twitched with anticipation.�
The sex was going to be good tonight.
Sasuke carefully drew Neji into his arms and all
his previous anger evaporated, leaving behind nothing but a sense of
helplessness.�
He hated that feeling.
For someone who was so used to having
control over every little facet regarding his life, it distressed him immensely
when no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried to alter the outcome to
suit his fancies, he was powerless to change a thing.� Whatever it was that man had done to Neji, he�d just have to wait it out and pray it had no
permanent repercussions.� But this
shouldn�t have happened in the first place.�
If only he�d been there with him to chase that other guy off before he
had the chance to solicit Neji into his little
scheme.� If only he hadn�t sent him off
alone to buy that other drink.� Maybe he
should have listened to Naruto and let him go home
instead of bringing him along in the first place.� If only he�d done any of those things then
none of this would have happened.
This was his entire fault.
�Oh God, Neji.� I-I�m so sorry,� he whispered, cradling the
brunette�s limp head in the crook of his arm while peeling back his eyelids to
find glassy, dilated pupils.� Even if the
other man were capable of replying and told him that his apology was accepted, Sasuke didn�t feel he deserved his forgiveness.
He�d voluntarily taken Hyuuga�s well-being as his responsibility and he promised
that he wasn�t going to let anything happen to him.� He guaranteed he would protect him, assured
him he could put his trust in him, wholly and completely, then to let something
like this happen under his watch.
��Tachi, my
back hurts,� a groggy Naruto,
still dazed from the tumble, groaned as two powerful arms helped lift him to
his feet.
�Shh, it�s
okay.� I�ll make it all better,� Itachi addressed him tenderly with a light kiss to his
temple before turning to his blood relative who was holding Neji
in a much similar fashion.� �Take him
home, Sasuke,� the elder instructed, knowing full
well his brother would just as soon spend the rest of the night hunting down
that silver vehicle.�
Sasuke shot him a nasty look but never-the-less obeyed, following the same
path as the man before him.� The couples
diverted towards their respective vehicles; Sasuke
made his way towards his black Mercedes while Itachi
headed towards the blood-red BMW with an impatient Gaara
inside.�
�I can�t let you out of my sight without
you getting yourself into this kind of trouble?� Sasuke
grumbled as he laid a limp Neji into the back seat of
his car, but his constantly fluctuating emotions wouldn�t let him stay upset
for very long, especially when shaky fingers clutched weakly at his shirt to
keep him near.� Sasuke�s
mood then switched between disconsolate concern and distended relief as the
hapless figure beneath him whimpered and moaned, trying to generate as much
friction between their clothed bodies as their cramped surroundings would
allow.
Sasuke grunted when a very pronounced bulge brushed against his hip, drawing
a keening noise from Neji�s throat.� The dark coals of his eyes glinted with
suppressed longing as he watched luscious lips part with each breath he took
and a long, pale neck spasm with each sound he made.�� He cursed himself when he felt his groin
begin to respond in turn and he reluctantly peeled himself off the other man.
He shouldn�t do this.� No.� He
couldn�t do this.� He�d worked so
hard to earn Neji�s trust, he couldn�t take advantage
of him like this, not when they�d both come this far, no matter how tempting
this opportunity was.� He could easily
take what he wanted from him right now.� Neji couldn�t stop him, and in his condition, he would
actually enjoy it.� But that would make
him no better than that blue-haired guy, and to a greater extent, Orochimaru.
Sasuke cringed at that thought; the comparison sickened him immensely.
The engine of his brother�s car,
affectionately dubbed the �portable bedroom� by Naruto,
roared to life.� �Take him straight
home,� Itachi reiterated after turning his window
down a notch.� �I�ll call you later to
find out how he�s doing.�
The younger boy rolled his eyes and
wondered since when did Itachi become his father.
He didn�t wait for a response, knowing
very well Sasuke wasn�t going to offer one unless it
was a scathing retort, and he set his BMW in gear before driving off the lot.
Sasuke hopped into his driver�s seat, cringing when his soggy clothes clung
to the leather material.� With the turn
of a key, he fed the vehicle power, illuminating the interior with the dim
lights on the dashboard and nearly destroying his eardrums when the radio
blared into operation.� The air-condition
unit had also been left on and it released an arid chill that bit into his
flesh and made the water droplets that rested on his skin tingle.� He shivered and adjusted a few knobs on the
console, shutting off the A/C and turning on the heater instead, washing
himself with a blast of torrid heat.�
Still uncomfortable, Sasuke whipped off the
damp shirt Neji�d given him for his birthday and tossed
it into the passenger�s seat where it landed with a loud, wet �smack� and he
felt he could breathe more easily now without that thick layer of clothing that
adhered to him like a second skin.
It was a great risk he was taking,
driving without his shirt on.� The last
thing he needed was to draw any undue attention to himself by a passing
officer, especially with a junked-up, young man in the back seat of his
car.� Fortunately, the roads were sparse,
and by the time he�d reached the worn, dilapidated building that Neji called his home, the downpour had receded.� The car purred into silence once it came to a
halt in the parking lot and Sasuke hopped out to
collect his passenger.�
The faint iridescence of the quarter-moon
offered very little light and the thick, grey clouds that ambled along their
way to transport their deluge made it almost impossible to see his hand in
front of his face.� He could only count
on the amber glow of the street lamp to guide his way, but even that suffered
from a state of neglect and disrepair, much like the slum house next to
it.� The flickering lamp struggled to
remain lit but the aged and faulty wiring prevented it from fulfilling its
programmed duties.� Sasuke�s
naked torso glistened under that eerie lighting, but the pearls of water that
lightly sprinkled his skin were perspiration brought about by the balmy air and
the humidity generated by his body�s heat as he removed the other man from his
car.
It took a great amount of effort on his
part.
The leather seat had become damp from
copious amounts of water and Neji�s clothes, made
heavier from excessive moisture, were practically glued to the upholstery.� The man, who�d seemingly become dormant,
jolted awake once Sasuke touched him and he arched against that hard body, desperate for more physical
contact.�� His head rolled back, as if
disjointed from his shoulders and his arms, too weak to maintain purchase, fell
limply around a strong neck.� On a count
of three, Sasuke dragged him out of the back seat,
his body jerked, followed by a hollow thud when his forehead accidentally
bumped against the car.� The younger man
swore, but Neji didn�t seem to be in any pain
whatsoever.
He made a renewed effort to be more
careful with his load but Neji didn�t make it any
easier for him with all his struggling.� Sasuke had to half-lift, half-drag the other man up the
stairs, stopping on each floor to readjust his waning grip, and it was nothing
short of a miracle that he�d managed to make it all the way without careening
down flights of stairs.
The door frame rattled under the force he
used to support Neji against it while he frisked his
pockets for the keys, and a hot moan fell upon Sasuke�s
ear while Neji ground his hips fervently against the
hand in his pants. �
�Hold still,� the Uchiha
grunted breathlessly, his warm whisper caressing the curve on Neji�s neck where it met his shoulder.� �Dammit!� he cursed
when the other man started to do the opposite in response to that smooth yet
powerful voice.� Sasuke
pushed him harder against the wall, pinning his back in place with the weight
of his body and slipping one taut thigh between the twin columns of Neji�s.
Their bodies stuck fast, seeming to meld
into one form but while he succeeded in diminishing Neji�s
thrashing, it amplified every little move he made.�
Each thrust of his hip, every beat of his
heart, Sasuke felt as if Neji
were a part of him.
A soft click followed by an obnoxious
creak mentally pulled him away from their union and he turned to see an elderly
head peek from behind a door just down the hall from where they stood.� The woman gawked, obviously appalled by what
she saw and, Sasuke imagined, that with him
half-naked and pressed up against the wall with another man, his leg between Neji�s and his hand down his pants would give anyone the
wrong impression.
�What?� the young man snapped when she
gave no indication of going away and minding her own damn business.� �Hey lady, this ain�t
a free show.�
She made a sound of outrage, her wrinkled
face shaking with indignation as she pulled in her door and slid the locks back
in place but not before she muttered a politically incorrect slur, and if Neji didn�t need him to remain upright, Sasuke
would have busted her door down and called her out for the close-minded,
intolerant bigot that she was.
But she, like the man that owned the
silver Toyota, was not worth it.� Not to
mention the severe beating and reprimand he would, no doubt, receive from Itachi when he found out how his hot-headed brother beat
the shit out of a little old lady.
A brief moment later he found what he was
looking for and they stumbled into the darkened interior of the apartment.� Sasuke flipped a
nearby switch, bathing the room in a dull ochre hue and nearly blinding himself
in the process.� The place was exactly as
he remembered it last time, even down to the box that the ex-fiancee had returned.�
It taunted him, a testament that she will
always be a part of Neji, in his memories, his heart,
his dreams.� She
was the only one who could help him attain his innermost longings, and she was
the only one who could give him the things he desired most while he, Sasuke, could give him nothing but a life of instant
gratification with no promise of a fulfilling future.
Why was it that the one person he was
truly interested in on more than a physical level was the one person he
couldn�t woo with his social and financial status alone?
That was what made it harder.� He was used to women (and men) throwing
themselves at his feet.� He�d enjoy their
pretentious affections for a while before tossing them away only to pick up the
next person that lay across his path, sometimes juggling three or even four at
a time.� He was the envy of any man he
knew, sporting a new partner every few weeks like one would change a cell phone
or brand of sunglasses.
His notoriety also enabled him to get
away with whatever he wanted in a relationship and that, hands down, was what
he loved so much about being an Uchiha.
�His countless lovers would never dare confront
him if they suspected him of cheating.�
As fickle as the young heir was, they knew they would be out on their
asses at the snap of a finger when he finally decided he�d grown weary of
them.� It was only after he left
them high and dry did they pith their bitch fits but, by then, he would already
be balls deep in his next sexual conquest to even care.
With Neji, it
was different.
He was the
one that had to be careful with what he said and did around the other man and he
was the one that had to dance around the fragility of his emotions, but, had
this been anyone else, Sasuke would have told them to
take a hike.
What was it about this one that made him
want to endure this kind of sexual frustration and emotional suffering?
He reminded him so much of his deceased
childhood friend, yes, that much was a given, but there was something
more.� Something he couldn�t quite put
his finger on or find the words to describe it.
Why did this man mean so much to him?
Why?
Sasuke stared at the box, almost as if he were afraid of it and everything
it represented, and he avidly wished Neji had thrown
the damn thing away.� He tried to ignore
it, even going so far as to walk as far around it as the compact room would
allow, but it only laughed in a condescending manner, and while he knew it was
just his imagination, it still felt real to him.
You can never give him the things I can.
Sasuke folded his lips into a thin, determined line.
No, he couldn�t give Neji
the things he needed, but he would damn sure try.
He kicked in the bedroom door, effectively
silencing the haunting laughter and flicked on a bedside lamp before laying Neji near the edge of the mattress to go in search of a
towel, but Sasuke hadn�t taken more than two steps
when he heard another thump.� He�d heard
that sound enough times tonight to know what that meant and, sure enough, when
he whipped around, there was Neji, lying on the
floor.
�God damnit,�
he swore for the umpteenth time that night and cradled Neji
in his arms for what felt like the hundredth.�
He crawled onto the bed with him this time, making sure to plant him
securely in the centre then went in search of the towel and, after retrospect,
a change of clothes.
He started with Neji�s
hair, padding the thick towel against his head, frowning slightly when he saw a
tiny bump growing above his left eyebrow and, considering the number of times
he�d hit his head tonight, Sasuke was relieved, yet
surprised, he hadn�t developed a concussion.� There wasn�t much he could do without a blow
dryer and he surreptitiously found himself wondering what any man would want
with this much hair.� Especially
a straight man.
Not that he was complaining or
anything.� He thought Neji
was incredibly sexy with his waist-length hair and the thought of his
ex-girlfriend running her fingers through that glorious mane, the way he was
doing now, the way she had probably done many times before, made him burn with
jealousy.
He dabbed the fuzzy cloth along the other
man�s brow, patting his cheeks and wiping along his jaw until his face was
completely dry.
�He looked better wet,� Sasuke mused with a wry smirk that quickly became a deep
seated frown when he reached the collar of the damp T-shirt.
He couldn�t leave him like this.� Leaving him in those damp clothes would make
him ill and would be worse if he were asthmatic.� Sasuke knew he was
only looking for excuses to strip the other man bare but wouldn�t he have to
take them off anyway if he expected to change him into the dry ones?
Sasuke scowled.� If he was going to do
this he�d have to do it quickly to avoid the temptation.� It seemed like such a menial task and he was
sure he had more than enough self-control to muster, but it was only after he�d
yanked the offending rag off Neji�s torso and tossed
it across the room did the gravity of what he�d done hit him like a
tsunami.� His breath caught in his throat
as he took in the smooth, pale expanse of chest, accentuated by two, lovely
little nipples made hard and tight by unspent desire.� Sasuke�s mouth
practically watered as his smoldering gaze burned a path his lips envied down a
flat stomach and over an indented navel to stop at the rim of his jeans.
He�d have to take those off too.
Sasuke gave himself a mental shake.�
�Just the shirt� this is enough.�
Just the shirt�� he repeated over and over again as he wiped away the
dots of sweat and water that mottled Neji�s chest,
arms and stomach.� It was cute the way Hyuuga lightly grasped at the towel in an attempt to cuddle
with it but that made the Uchiha�s task all the more
difficult as he was trying to avoid as much physical contact with the other man
as was humanly possible.
He came to an abrupt stop at the
waistband of his jeans and Neji gasped softly and
tried to push it lower.� It tingled where
their hands touched and those tiny sparks started a chemical reaction that
traveled up his arm, across his spine and down his crotch.
You want this, ne?
Sasuke swallowed hard.
He wants this too.
Neji threw back his head on a loud gasp and lifted his hips off the
mattress.
You could take him�
The dark opals of Sasuke�s
eyes gazed longingly at the tented cloth between Neji�s
legs.
�And he�d never know.
Deft fingers trembled as they pushed the
towel aside and pinched the copper zipper between a thumb and forefinger.
It�s not rape�
The muscles in his hand cramped and an
inner struggle ensued between his desire and his honor.
�If he can�t dissent.
God help him.
The tearing sound of the zipper coming
undone echoed in his ear, magnified by his guilt for the sin he was about to
commit.� He hooked his fingers in the
band of his pants and boxers to pull them both down long, shapely legs and Sasuke released the breath he hadn�t realized he was
holding on a husky moan once he was graced with the other man�s full nudity.
Neji moaned again, thrashing his head from side to side when his turgid
member finally attained its freedom and it quivered, spitting tiny pools of
transparent liquid over his stomach.
�Ohhh� God,� Sasuke exclaimed on a shaky exhale, his own cock twitching
excitedly in his pants, wanting to join the other.� Neji�s legs parted
to accommodate the body that slipped between his creamy thighs and he rutted
hedonistically against him, crying out when a hard, hot chest came crashing
down upon his.� Sasuke
immediately sought out his lips to kiss, nibble and taste of his mouth, his
mind reeling at the remnants of alcohol.�
One sinewy arm burrowed its way beneath Neji�s
head, fisting its fingers within silken strands of jet-black hair while the other
reacquainted itself with two little nubs.
Neji gave a guttural yell when he pinched first one, then the other and Sasuke swallowed every note of the titillating sound.� He was becoming more vocal now, his groans
were more pronounced, and his cries of pleasure seemed to take on meaning in
his attempt to articulate.
�Neji,� Sasuke called out to him through the haze of his
inebriation and recognition bloomed within his pale, lilac eyes.
�S- Suh�,� the
young man gasped, a tiny smile spreading across his lips as he gazed up at the
dark Adonis looming above him.�
�Yes, baby?� Sasuke
rasped, and he placed an encouraging kiss upon one, plump earlobe, wanting
desperately to hear the sound of his name upon such sweet lips.
�Su- perman.�
Sasuke blinked and he stiffened momentarily even while Neji
continued to writhe incessantly beneath him.�
Okay� that wasn�t what he was expecting, but� it stroked his ego all the
same.
He could restrain his desire no longer
and reached between their sweat-slicked bodies to open his fly and pull his
erection free.� Sasuke
shivered as he took his phallus in hand and guided the dripping tip towards Neji�s and Sasuke thought he
would melt into a puddle from the burst of erotic sensations that overcame
him.� His mind reeled in unadulterated
bliss, and he didn�t even realize that his hips now moved of their own
volition.
It felt so good.� Amazing, actually.� He�d been patiently waiting so long for this
and he�d be lying if he said he wasn�t glad he finally had the opportunity to
be deeply intimate with Neji but, right now, this was
all that mattered.
His guilt would deal with him later.
Neji mewled and arched his back, parting his legs a little wider and Sasuke brought his smoldering gaze to watch their cocks
mate.� He was rapidly approaching the
breaking point.� He�d been forced to
restrain himself for far too long now that he was surprised he was able to
endure for this long but, just as he was about to reach his orgasm, Neji came first.� The
younger man groaned and reached his peak as he watched the other shudder with
convulsions that tore through his lithe frame.
Sasuke�s body shook as he came down from his dizzying high and he pressed his
forehead gently against Neji�s, their heavy breaths
intermingling and their naked torsos rising and falling against one
another.� It was sometime afterward that
the room stopped spinning and he pushed himself off the other man with shaky
arms, weighted down by euphoria and guilt.�
He couldn�t look at him.� He was too ashamed to make eye contact and,
gazing upon his sweaty, sperm-streaked body made Sasuke
want him again.�
He cleaned and dressed Neji quickly after
securing his semi-hard cock within his pants.�
He had to get out of there before he did something else he�d soon regret.� The damp clothes he took with him to launder,
he felt that was the least he could do but could never be enough to earn him
penitence if Neji ever found out what happened this
night.� And he would.� Eventually, he would have to tell him.
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