An Indecent Affair | By : ClaireBear Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2104 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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This chapter is another fairly short one but I
unintentionally included some foreshadowing and it ended on a serious
note. You’ll know what I mean when you
get to it. The next chapter starts with
a cheerful setting so I needed to force a wedge between it and the somber
musings at the end of this one. I’ll
reply to comments at the end of that chapter as well.
Also note this is unbeta’d. I haven’t heard from my beta reader in a
while. I hope she’s okay. L
Chapter 24
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“Oh, I just remembered,” Sasuke
said after swallowing the last bite of his chicken panini. “You
haven’t yet told me what new thing you wanted to try.”
Neji paused, his forkful of shrimp
and pesto pasta just inches from his open mouth and his eyebrows drew close as
he contemplated what the other man was referring to.
“Remember when we were at that clothing store? We were
talking about BDSM and I asked you if there was anything new you’d like to
try?”
“Oh, right, right,” Neji
recollected their conversation with a bob of his head.
“Well?” Sasuke insisted when the
other man said nothing more and continued to eat his lunch.
The long–haired brunette shrugged an innocent shoulder. “Well, what?”
“Have you thought about that new thing you want to try?”
His secretary chuckled, finding his persistence on the
matter adorably frustrating. Like a
lock-jawed Doberman that refused to release the ball while you were trying to
teach it how to fetch. “You know, Sasuke. Technically, what we did that night, and
this morning, counts as ‘something new I’ve never tried before’.”
“No it doesn’t,” the assiduous man argued. “You never came right out and said you wanted
to try frotting and, how exactly was I to know that
you’ve never done that before? That just
happened on its own through no influence on your part.”
Neji smirked as he poked at the
food on his plate. “I guess you have a
point.”
“Of course,” he shot back with a confident grin and chalked
up another victory for himself by dipping his greasy fingers into Neji’s plate, earning himself a hard slap on his
knuckles. The disciplinary tactic seemed
to have the opposite effect, however, and Sasuke drew
his chair closer and helped himself to Neji’s meal,
popping shrimp, noodles and slices of mushrooms into his mouth. Knowing that this was going to be a losing
battle, the quick-witted Hyuuga pushed his
raisin-bran muffin and his cup of caramel frescante
far out of the greedy Uchiha’s reach.
Sasuke laughed, then
almost choked on a piece of carrot.
“Serves you right, you little thief,” giggled Neji but the younger man got back at him by cupping his
chin with his fingers and planting a slimy kiss on his cheek, leaving shiny
finger and lip prints on his skin.
Sasuke rose from his chair and
made his way over to the kitchen sink to wash the oily substance from his hands
while Neji sat, transfixed by the tiny area on his
face that still tingled where he’d just been kissed. His hand came up to touch the still-wet stain
but he didn’t wipe it off, his fingers just hovered over it as if they were
trying to preserve it for all eternity.
“Actually, Sasuke. There is something.”
Sasuke shut off the tap and dried
his hands in his jeans before returning to the round, wooden table to reclaim
his seat. “Yeah, what is it?” he asked
with piqued interest.
Neji put his fork aside and
adjusted his position in the chair so that they were now face to face. “It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for
quite some time now. Something I kept
putting off,” and he lifted bashful lavender eyes to
meet the undivided attention of Sasuke’s. “It’s not something entirely new,” he
disclosed, reaching out demurely to take a pair of large hands within his
smaller own. “I’ve done this before,
with women, but… I’ve never done this with a man so… I guess it still counts as
something new.”
Sasuke’s breath hitched as lean,
satiny fingers became interwoven with his and an introverted thumb gently
caressed the hard bone at his wrist.
“So, here goes,” and he inhaled sharply, slowly releasing
the captured air while forcing himself to maintain eye contact. “Sasuke… I think-
No, I mean… Sasuke… I’m… in love with you.”
It wasn’t quite how he imagined this scenario would play
out. He’d pictured baring his heart
beneath a bright, moonlit sky within the privacy of a copse of park trees, the
whisper of the chilly night’s wind promising to keep the declaration of love
between just the two of them. In his
mind, it was the perfect moment and was also the reason why he chose to make
his confession here and now. If he’d
left it up to himself to contrive the whole thing he’d never get around to it
and would forever be waiting for just the right time.
The room fell silent, the only sound; the monotonous
dripping of water from the tap that wasn’t closed properly. Neji’s entire body
tensed as he waited for some kind of response from the other man and he could
feel his heartbeat weaken as if it were preparing itself to shatter into a
million pieces. Sasuke
shot him a lop-sided smirk and Neji felt as if he
were about to die.
‘Please don’t laugh at me,’ his eyelids clamped shut and he
bit down so hard on his lower lip that he thought he might draw blood. A rough hand escaped from his hold and
tenderly cupped one side of his face and he dared to open his eyes and take in
that rakish grin once more.
“Thanks,” his crush whispered on a voice tight with emotion.
Neji’s face fell flat. It wasn’t that he was ungrateful or at all
perturbed by the verbal appreciation. He
was ecstatic that he hadn’t been shot down like he’d expected but, if he wasn’t
facing rejection, then he’d hoped for something a little more in return.
“Umm… ‘Thanks’?” the Hyuuga
mimicked, disenchantment clearly evident on his face.
Sasuke sighed and pulled his hands
away to cross his arms over his chest as he leaned into the back of his
chair. “Neji,
I don’t want you to think I’m some insensitive jerk,” he began. “But I’m just not comfortable expressing
myself in a romantic way.”
Neji slowly nodded in
understanding. “I… respect that.” He
could ask for nothing more of him than his complete honesty, but Sasuke could still sense his disappointment.
The young man groaned, aversion churning in the pit of his
stomach like acid reflux as he got down on his knees on the cold, kitchen tiles
and, this time, captured Neji’s hands in his. “Neji, I-,” his
tongue had trouble spitting the words out, much less keeping the distaste on
the back of his throat. “I… also like
you... a lot,” he muttered, his tone a hushed murmur. “I like you… a whole lo- Okay, I loveyoutoo, alright?”
It was difficult to near impossible for Neji
to keep a straight face through Sasuke’s stammering
and he wanted to tell him how cute he looked, like a little boy asking the
pretty neighbor girl if she wanted to play, but was too afraid his friends
would say he had cooties if they ever found out. But now was not the best time to tease
him. Sasuke
was the kind of person that liked to keep his emotions guarded and, Neji could tell that he was feeling vulnerable, especially
since he started looking around the room as if he were afraid someone might
have been eavesdropping. A gracious
smile bloomed upon Neji’s lips and he leaned over to
show his admiration with a soft, languid kiss.
“Thanks,” he whispered, tracing the hard line of Sasuke’s jaw with gentle fingertips once he’d pulled away.
“Mmm. Maybe I should say it more often,” the other
man moaned after licking the tang of Italian spices from his lips and he
wrapped his arms loosely around Neji’s waist.
He giggled again and Sasuke
swooned. That sound always sent a
delightful shiver along his spine.
Their little snog was brought to a
halt when Itachi made his appearance known and Sasuke called out to his brother, revealing their
location. The elder Uchiha
and his two boy toys marched into the kitchenette where Neji
was doing a terrible job of trying to act naturally and Sasuke
stood defensively with his hands folded over his chest, preparing for the
inevitable confrontation.
Itachi’s eyes glared angrily from
behind thin slits as he took in his sibling’s and his secretary’s slightly
disheveled appearance and, he’d been with his two raunchy boyfriends long
enough to know when he’d caught them in the middle of something. “I hope I didn’t interrupt,” he said in a
cold, authoritative voice. “Did you talk to him yet?”
The rebellious youth rolled his eyes then cast them to the
expensive Cartier watch on his left hand.
“You’re a little early,” he sneered.
“It’s twenty minutes to one. I’ve
still got time.”
Itachi’s face darkened
significantly and the deep lines around his eyes seemed to grow longer. “I’ve promised to keep my nose out of your
business, especially where your relationships are concerned, little
brother. But not this time. Neji’s not one of
those disposable tramps that you pick up off the sidewalk and toss into the
‘used’ pile after you’ve wiped your dick all over it. He’s a decent and respectable young man and
he has a right to know.”
His outburst bellowed like a thunderclap, sundering the
domestic comfort of the cozy room and, as flattered as he was that Sasuke’s older brother revered him so highly, Neji’s body still shrank as if he were the one being
castigated.
“Neji,” the domineering man turned
to face him then, his features softening.
“Friday night, while you were… intoxicated,” Itachi
chose his words carefully. As far as he
knew, Neji was still in the dark about last weekend’s
happenings and he didn’t want to tell him anything that might further distress
him unnecessarily. “My brother did
something he shouldn’t have. I don’t want
to go into the details but it was of a sexual nature. I would apologize on his behalf but-,” and he
rest his furious gaze back on his baby brother, changing between expressions as
quickly as a flick of a switch. “He’s no
longer a child and must learn to take on his own responsibilities.”
They turned to offer their pity to the victim, awaiting his
reaction to the news and Neji shifted uncomfortably
in his seat, speechless and uncertain how to respond. The sexual offender of their informal trial
flashed him a mischievous wink, and Neji tried to
force down his humor, deciding to play along.
“Sasuke… umm… how could you?” he
slowly rose to his feet, making sure to avoid the empathetic eyes of Naruto, Gaara and Itachi. He was a
terrible liar and an even worse actor.
“Neji, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you but… I just… I didn’t
know how.”
The Hyuuga was impressed by how
flawlessly the other man slipped into his role and it almost felt as if he were
taking a ride on his guilt trip all over again.
And, as he looked into the dark pools of his eyes, he could see
something else hidden behind that playful glint.
He recognized it immediately. It was regret.
Neji tried not to ruin the little
production they were putting on for the other men by offering his co-star a
forgiving smile. This was like therapy
for him. It was a grave matter, yes, but
Sasuke needed to poke fun at the whole situation or
he would never be able to stop taking it too seriously. Then again, there was also the possibility
that he needed Neji to be angry with him. He’d let him off the hook so readily he
probably didn’t feel as though he’d been punished enough for what he’d
done. Either way, the trained
psychoanalyst wished he’d stop being so hard on himself. He’d already accepted his penitence; what
more did Sasuke want?
He could never hate him any less for it. Not now.
Maybe if this had happened two weeks ago he would have washed his hands
of anyone and anything to do with Akatsuki Shipping
and Trading, but he loved him too much to push him away and cut him out of his
life.
“I can’t believe you’d do something like this to me,” Neji blurted, screwing up his face like he’d seen the women
on those daytime soap operas do many times before. “I thought I could trust you.”
“I know what I did was wrong but you have believe me, I-”
“No!” Neji raised his hands and shook his head, signaling he’d
had enough. “I don’t want to hear any
more of your lies and I don’t want to have anything more to do with you, Sasuke Uchiha. Hmph!” and, in bad
sitcom fashion, he turned on his heel, whipping his head around, causing his
hair to billow like a curtain behind him.
He barely took two steps before a large weight anchored him in place and
he looked down to see Sasuke, once more on his knees,
clutching at one of his legs.
“Please don’t leave me, Neji,” he
faked a sob. “I need you; I can’t go on
without you; I can’t breathe without you.”
Anything else said after that was drowned out when Neji doubled over and broke into hysterics. “I- I’m sorry… I can’t-,” he guffawed
between large gulps of air.
Itachi cut his eyes at the two
clowns when he realized that he’d just been taken for a sap. “Hilarious.”
“Oh man, that was good,” Naruto
joined in on the fun and gave them a round of applause while Sasuke took a divine bow.
“You guys really had me going there for a sec.”
“You know, the end of our fiscal year is coming up. Accounting could really use a few extra hands
if you two really don’t have anything better to do.”
“Aww, pull your panties outta your ass,” Naruto poked his
older lover in the ribs, knowing how much he hated being punk’d. His face suddenly lit up and a metaphorical lightbulb switched on over his head. “Hey!
That gives me a great idea.”
“Lovely!” Itachi groused with agitated sarcasm. “Thanks a lot, Sasuke. Now’ you’ve given him an idea.”
“He needs to have a brain first before he can have an idea,”
Sasuke shot back.
“Neji, are you sure you’re okay
with this?” Gaara asked once the brunette had
composed himself, but Neji was trying desperately
hard not to laugh at Sasuke’s insult.
He cleared his throat then stepped out of the way to avoid
being mowed over by an affronted blonde as he chased his dark-haired friend
around the table. “Sasuke
and I already talked about it and I don’t blame him entirely for what took
place that night.”
“But you do blame
him… right?” the red-head coached with a slight lift of his naked eyebrow.
“I… yeah… I do blame him for a little of it but I mostly
blame myself.”
Gaara shrugged a shapely shoulder
that peeked out from the wide, V-neck of the sweater he wore, which was
probably three sizes too large for him and, with a pair of tight, faded jeans
beneath it, Neji couldn’t remember a time when the
little hell’s angel looked more… normal.
“Well, as long as you think he’s guilty in part, then that’s
good enough for me.”
“I’m glad you two managed to work through this like mature adults,” Itachi hinted, not so subtly, at
the juvenile men running in circles, but when they ignored the comment and
continued their game of tag, Itachi snapped his
fingers, summoning Naruto to his side. Like a trained pet, the youth obeyed but
vowed he was going to get even. “I’m
sorry we disturbed your lunch but, now that that’s cleared up, we’ll be on our
way.”
“Wait,” Sasuke halted their
retreat amidst catching his breath. He
felt as if he’d just run a marathon. Naruto was surprisingly fast. “I have an announcement to make.”
Itachi grew wary. He wasn’t in the mood for another one of his
brother’s games. “What is it?” he
sighed. His threshold for patience
towards his relative was running on empty.
Sasuke wrapped a possessive arm
around Neji’s shoulders, his face beamed with glee
and his chest engorged with pride. “I’d
like to announce that, as of today, Neji and I are
official.”
Their reactions were diverse: Gaara gaped,
slack-jawed and aghast, as if he’d been told his mother just passed away. Naruto seemed
ecstatic, like he’d won the lottery; his sapphire eyes sparkled like gems and
he grinned from ear to ear. Itachi, on the other hand, remained impassive, replete with
skepticism.
“Is this true?” the suspicious man asked Neji
and, when he confirmed it with a slight nod, he allowed himself to accept his
brother’s words as fact.
“Congratulations to you both.”
“Wait a minute? So
you guys are now officially ‘official’?”
Sasuke fought the urge to reply to
Naruto’s stupid question with a stupid answer and
simply said ‘Yes’.
“I don’t approve of this,” Gaara
protested with a bitter attitude, placing his hands on his hips. “Neji, you can do soo much better.”
“Your opinion doesn’t matter, babe,” Naruto
replied, sparing Sasuke the effort of making a nasty
retort of his own. He was also spared
the hard elbow Gaara thrust into his boyfriend’s
abdomen.
Itachi gave the new couple a
meticulous appraisal and his hard, stiff features melted into one of satisfied constent, as if he were giving them his blessing. They looked good together and their
contrasting personalities, as different as night and day, emphasized the old
adage that opposites did attract. Neji was the best thing that could happen to Sasuke right now and he could practically feel the euphoria
emanating from his younger brother’s aura seep into his skin but it barely
cushioned the sharp sting of rejection that was just as strong then. The past was far behind him and yet the
illusion of mourning friends and grieved family members seemed so real he
started reliving the day he died twice inside.
The first death came when he saw his beautiful mother’s embalmed corpse
and the second occurred as he watched Haku approach
his brother during the reception.
He hated himself for encouraging that hallucination and for
allowing himself to feel even the slightest twinge of jealousy towards his
little brother. Their rivalry was no
longer moot; they’d both moved on, although, recent events of late made him
restless as if he were caught in a time loop.
He was still unable to forgive himself for the death of his first
love. Had he intervened when he noticed
the early warning signs then he may have been able to save him before he needed
rescuing.
The older man sighed, despondency taking over his
countenance. He’d failed him and the
countless vows he’d made. If he truly
loved him then he never should have let him go.
Dark, depressed eyes hung onto Neji’s glowing
face that beamed with happiness and Itachi wished
that his beloved’s last moments would have been just as blissful and serene not
the kind that left behind a scarred and tortured face that still haunted his
nightmares.
He never told Sasuke how he found
him. He didn’t think there a existed a
word to describe the horrifying state in which he found the one they cared so
much about and, if there was such a word, he believed that it was one only
whispered among demons in the blackest pits of Hell. He never told Sasuke
that he had grown apprehensive of their step-father and his misgivings led him
to hire a private detective. He never
told Sasuke what he learned in the reports; that Orochimaru sought out male and female prostitutes with
physical appearances similar to Haku and Neji and he also never told Sasuke
that, on occassion, he would drive to Neji’s apartment and watch the windows of his victim’s
room.
He knew his brother, like a father knew his son, and Itachi was more concerned about Sasuke’s
recklessness than he was about Orochimaru’s
perversion. A sinking feeling warned him
that the stalker had something planned within that depraved mind of his and
caution insisted that he alert Sasuke, and soon.
Reconciling with his brother had reformed him, and he believed
that every person, no matter what creed, deserved a second chance. It was up to each individual to recognize
when that opportunity had arrived and his was ramming the door down.
This time, he had the power to change things and prevent
another heinous outcome. He was finally
going to earn the right to forgive himself for his sin and allow his remorse to
be laid to rest. This time, he was going
to make sure that Sasuke didn’t lose his lover a
second time and this time, he was going to make sure that he wouldn’t have to
survive another psychological suicide.
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