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Chapter List
- 1-Drunken Consequences
- 1
You know, I was seriously
thinking of spacing this thing out so I would get more reviews, and more time
to finish it up�but I decided not to, so you guys better review, because I left
a very, very important bit of this out, and if you ever want to see it,
well you�d better�
As you all can tell, I�m
high again after such a long writing spree.
And to all those reading The
Shackled Stallion, this is set after that, so bondage!Naruto and
sensei!Sasuke did get together, so hooray!
And to those reading When
Sand Meets Snow, this is also set after that, so apparently sadistic!Neji
and Super Seme Gaara got together too. Yeah!
I�m totally ruining this for
you guys�

This isn�t beta-read and I
was hurrying through it and I still wrote for five hours straight, so
forgive any writing or grammar mistakes and point them out pwease, so I can
edit it tomorrow �coz my eyes are like this big and I am starving.

Disclaimer: Naruto isn�t
mine. I should be locked up for torturing the characters so. Ah, whatever, I�m
going to hell anyway. What�s a little sexy torture?

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The dangers of being alone,
coupled with too much drink and too much time to drink is�you have had too much
drink and too much time to think.
And due to this, you start
experiencing strange feelings, such as inequality and undue jealousy. Your
mind, floating in a haze of doubt, tries to fixate on an enemy, and the trouble
is, most of the time, you always find someone to blame.
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Gaara had been gone for
three weeks.
The brunette threw an empty
bottle into the sink and, ignoring the crash, grabbed another.
He had been abruptly called
back to Sand for a meeting, or a conference, or some other insignificant, petty
thing that required his immediate attention, notwithstanding the fact that he,
Hyuuga Neji, one of Konoha�s geniuses, a jounin, an ANBU member, and an
assistant of the Fifth Hokage, required Gaara�s immediate attention 24/7.
He had been called out at
four in the morning.
The redhead had placated his
irate, sleepy and very grumpy lover by promising to come back as soon as
possible, with presents.
He had gone, and Naruto had
gone with him.
And that, really, was
the source of all Neji�s problems.
Naruto didn�t have to
go with him. Gaara could take care of himself. He didn�t need a
bodyguard.
But nooo�that wrinkled
earthworm that was temporarily Kazekage had the gall to insist
that Gaara be protected during his stay, and since he was Konoha�s Sand
Ambassador, he should have a Konoha protector, the very best they could
offer, and no one was better for the job than Naruto.
Naruto!!!
He was already thinking in italics,
a sign of a mind already on the long, lonely road of Insanity with only the
pink-spotted anteaters to keep you company.
Everyone knew Gaara had been
in love with that blond at some point in time. What with his cute sunshine
personality, his ingratiating smile, and his way of turning your entire world and
belief system upside-down, hell, everyone fell in love with the blond at
some point in time. Neji knew he had.
No one could question the
fact that the two demons looked very good together. They were like the rising
and the setting sun, one energetic and lovely, the other quiet and withdrawn,
and they complimented each other perfectly. They went together. But a
few years ago, Naruto had announced that he and Sasuke were living together,
thank you very much, so you, Ino, and you, Sakura, can just drop dead.
Everyone had accepted that
pretty quickly, helped along by the appearance of an ever-smiling,
silver-haired jounin, incidentally holding on to his blushing bathrobed
�dolphin�, who inquired why everyone was making such a damn din in the middle
of the night when they should be at home eating, sleeping, or having sex, and
since he was in the middle of one of those, no prizes for guessing which one,
haha, he would dearly appreciate it if they all went home right now,
otherwise he would be taking names in the morning.
And life went on as usual,
made just that little bit harder for some people that hadn�t gotten it through
their heads that the first warning was the last warning.
The thing was�he had never
really been sure that Gaara had stopped loving Naruto.
Sure Gaara was his lover,
and sure Gaara had told him he loved him, but there was always this miniscule
chance that in his big, sweet heart, he had space for someone else. He had read
books with heroines who had loved someone first and then someone else but
always had a special spot for the first person. The whole three weeks, every
time he turned on the TV, it was always on some damn soap opera with some damn
ditzy blond that somehow managed to capture everyone�s heart, especially the
men, and she always ruined their lives, even though they were married, or going
to get married or divorced or whatever, and she always made a mess of
everything and every woman hated her damn guts, and always, always, the
guys would come back for more, because the spacey, vapid blond was just that
lovable and very good in the sack. It had been on every damn channel, with the
only difference being the shade of blond.
He wasn�t saying that Naruto
was ditzy or spacey or vapid. He could hold his own against any enemy, not like
the useless heroine who would stand and scream at the
intruder/murderer/kidnapper and would wait for her muscled yet equally idiotic
hero to save her, not even trying to get away or even hurt her captor with
i.e., the great big heavy lamp by her hand. Konoha was full of girls like that,
with the exception of Ten Ten, and probably Hinata if she ever got over
insecurity, and Temari whenever she came over. It would be insulting to the
quality of their shinobi if he ever lumped Naruto in that group. It was just, come
on, with the exception of moron villagers who couldn�t look past what had
already happened and rabid Sasuke fangirls, no one really hated Naruto.
Unconsciously, he had done
everything he could to make his lover forget about the blond, and when he had
realized it, he tried even harder. He had stayed around him constantly,
touching his hand, or combing his fingers through his hair, sneaking in a kiss
during paperwork, groping his ass, and of, course making love. He had tried so
hard to assure his beautiful demon that he was there, that Gaara didn�t need
anybody else, not anybody blond certainly, because all the love he could ever
need was right here.
But he had never been really
sure, because what with all the resulting se--late nights and the even later mornings,
and work and all the other little chores that nosed in during a shinobi�s life,
the subject had never come up.
So now, he had to deal with
it all on his lonesome, him and his wonderful case of beer, yup.
That man was definitely
temporarily Hokage, Neji would make sure of it. With many pointed objects, yes
he would.
Gaara was a normal man in
most respects. In fact, if you put aside the fact that he had within him a
sadistic, bloodthirsty demon, and killer sand that went to his rescue, and also
that he could bend in the most amazing positions, he was actually pretty
normal. He had normal needs, certainly. Food, water, shelter�sex.
Just to experiment, he had
with held from his lover for a week. The resulting sexual reassertation had
resulted in a broken mattress and bed frame, along with five public notices for
disrupting the peace.
Naruto had exactly the same
sexual drive as Gaara. Sasuke frequently came to work with a rubber donut.
Neji giggled hysterically
into his beer.
So, with all those facts in
place, and everything totally clear and laid out, who could guess what was
happening right now, in the Sand village, with Naruto and Gaara, who had been
together for three weeks?
Neji could.
Staring into the depths of his glass, he
reluctantly admitted to himself that the blond, while of course his rival in
love and therefore his archenemy, was kind of hot. Certainly poster material,
with his waist-long golden hair plaited into a stiff braid, tall, sturdy,
muscular build, an ass to die for, and those exotic whisker marks. And he was
strong, just as strong as the redhead, who had been obsessed with strength at
one time.
It wasn�t hard to imagine
Gaara wanting that.
Unfortunately, it wasn�t
hard to imagine his shy, blushing Gaara making love to that either, and that
was just downright unacceptable.
But he knew that Naruto had
been the redhead�s first (Actually they both had been virgins at the time, but
the blond had read more books.), and you couldn�t deny that kind of attraction.
Maybe�maybe they slept
together in one room. With that stingy bastard of a Kazekage, he had no doubt
about it. Therefore, as seen through the haze of alcohol, the logical deduction
would be that it also had one bathroom. And it was summertime, and summertime
in the Sand Village was murderous.
And since they were both
naturally simple-minded anyway, as anyone could vouchsafe for the one who had
asked for a copy of the Kama Sutra in the middle of a crowded bookstore and one
who had used a vibrator for a back massager until Neji had shown him how to use
it properly (He still had it somewhere�), one of them was bound to
suggest a shower together, because it was so hot, and of course they
could share the shower, it wasn�t like they hadn�t seen each other naked
before, and then, out of curiosity, one of them would touch the other, just to
know what he felt like, and are you still sensitive in the same places, and
gosh, that is one big scar down there, can I touch it, and then slowly, hands
wouldn�t be enough and they would start kissing, just to remember what you
taste like, of course, no problem and then they would�they would�
Neji buried his burning face
in his arms. No, he couldn�t think that of his lover! It wasn�t right!
To say he was slightly drunk
was a gross understatement, and completely wrong. He was very drunk. He
had been slightly drunk half a week ago. An empty beer bottle rolled
away unheeded on the floor, bypassing its many, equally empty brothers and
sisters.
But�but the two of them were
very, very attractive demons who had reached the peak of sexual
maturity, and aside for being seriously horny all the time, they
both had no comprehension of the word abstain. And they were together!
With very sharp, barbed, poisoned, pointy objects
was he going to make very, very sure that that man was temporarily
Hokage.
And with that
vicious thought, he wound down, tired of thinking too much on a stomach that
had only known beer for the past week. It was no use, thought Neji, hiccupping
slightly. It had to be someone else�s fault too, someone else�s fault that his
sexually indulgent demon lover was in the same room with another, equally horny
demon.
Who could he blame?
And though the
twisty, foggy and totally irrational frame of mind that we all know as drunken
insanity, the respected and intelligent jounin known as Hyuuga Neji reached a
conclusion.
Sasuke.
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The shrill cry rang
throughout the night, leaving lights flickering in its wake and people blearily
demanding to know just who the hell was making that racket.
�Sasuke!�
A disheveled,
drunken wreck of a shinobi with an untamed bird�s nest for hair, clutching his
too-big pajamas in one hand while waving a beer bottle in the other is not a
sight you want to see at two in the morning, or at any other time. As quickly
as the lights were turned on they were switched off, and worried parents
ushered their children back to bed, instructing them firmly to put their
pillows over their heads and pray that the village was still standing in the
morning.
�Uchiha Sasuke! You
come out here-hic-right now, right this-hic-very instant, I tell you!�
�Go back home,
Neji.� came the mumbled reply from behind the door.
The incensed
brunette threw the bottle into the bushes and banged on the door with his
first, still hiking up his falling pajamas. �Open the door! I�m-hic-ordering
you right-hic-now, sir, to open this-hic-fucking door right godsdamn now,
otherwise��
�Otherwise what?�
You could hear the smirk through three
inches of pine.
�Otherwise I�ll�I�ll
stand here and shout some more at you, that�s what!� Neji said, proud of
himself. �You won�t get a wink of sleep!�
�I wasn�t sleeping
anyway.�
The bastard. �I�I�ll
make such a row out here! A commotion! A fuss! A godsdamn hullabaloo! You won�t
get any peace!�
Sasuke rolled his
eyes and leaned against the door. �I haven�t been peaceful ever since that
blond dobe invaded my house and started shouting the place down with his
�Sasuke this� and �Sasuke that�. I�m used to �hullabaloo� by now.�
�Just open the damn
door!�
�No.�
�I�ll�I�ll�� The
swaying brunette closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. Stupid world, swirling
around like that. Couldn�t it see he was thinking? He cast around for something to threaten with, something horrible and ghastly
and so�so bad that Uchiha would have to open the door.
He was thinking in italics again.
Ah-hah. An evil grin
spread on his pale face and he cackled gleefully before triumphantly saying,
�I�ll sing.�
The door swung open
so fast it was like it was never there. �What do you want?�
The brunette strode in, an
avenging Valkyrie is an off-the-shoulder nightshirt and fluffy raccoon
slippers. �Your Naruto is sleeping with my Gaara.�
�They�re a hundred miles
away. You�re just drunk, you idiot.� Sasuke sighed, closing the door.
He reddened with fury and
hurriedly imbibed alcohol. �Drinking from the moment you wake up till you faint
from too much beer for the whole week does not make you drunkendeded�ed,
you squirrel!� Neji stated, stomping a raccoon adorned foot. �I am just fine,
thank you very very much.�
�You are drunk.� The
still-sighing shinobi steered his protesting friend into the kitchen. �I�ll
make you some tea or something so you can shut up, and for gods� sake don�t be
so loud. I just got the puppy to sleep.�
�Ah hah! See you have a
family already and Naruto still can�t keep his paws off my Gaara! Well,
you just back off buster, that ass is mine!� The drunken brunette said,
speaking severely to a cupboard.
�Uh huh,� The other one
murmured, shoving a chair under him before he gave in to gravity, silently
branding him a mental institute runaway.
Neji slumped in it and
huffed, brushing his hair out of his face to glare at the busily moving back.
�It�s all your fault I haven�t had sex in three weeks.�
�Well, that�s the first time
I�ve heard that. Usually it�s �Get off me, you bastard.��
The brunette ignored him,
sobering a little at the sight of a cookie tin. He rested his chin in his
hands. �I miss Gaara much more than I thought I would.� He whimpered. �I�m
dying of sexual frustration.�
There was a clatter of
teacups. �Mhmm.�
�Gaara has to be too, I know
he is. And your Naruto.�
Sasuke smirked, but all he
said was, �All I�ve got is teabags.�
�You know they were in love
with each other, right?�
The smirk was wiped off and
replaced by a tick. The kettle started whistling as if in response to the
rising temper.
Neji was oblivious and kept
on mumbling his thoughts out loud. �They�ve been gone for three weeks and
they�re alone together and�don�t you think they might just�you know��
�No, I don�t know.� If a
glare could be measured in terms of heat, this one would have rivaled the sun.
The soft voice filtered
through crossed arms. ��Start having sex��
There was the heavy plonk
of a teacup and a cold, ominous voice, which would have been more fittingly
used for announcing the end of the entire universe, but instead it was used for
an anti-climatic, �Here�s your tea.�
It was still sadly ignored.
Never was the phrase �digging your own grave� more appropriate. �Haven�t you
ever though of the two of them together? Together in that way, kissing and
touching and having--�
The last word was drowned
out by the sound of a teaspoon breaking under extreme pressure.
�And they�re both as horny
as rabbit. I�ve heard you guys going at it in the middle of the night,
and I know you�ve heard us too.�
Does this guy not know the
importance of shutting up, like, right now?
�I haven�t thought about
that at all,� stated Sasuke in a tone of voice that said that now that the
topic was introduced, not thinking about it was impossible.
Thanks a lot, Neji.
�Naruto loves me, and Gaara
loves you. They wouldn�t do a thing like that?�
�You mean Naruto�s never
asked you about a group orgy?�
There was a crack and
a distant voice mumbling, �That dobe�s going to kill me now. That was part of
his favorite set.�
Even that was ignored.
�They�re both curious about sex. You should know. Last time, I heard you were
seen going to a leather goods shop.�
Sasuke nearly choked on a
mouthful of tea. � That was for a shirt!�
Neji finally seemed to
emerge from his own world and looked at him from the corner of his eye. �Don�t
you miss him?�
�Why would I miss that
dobe?� The other brunette mumbled, tracing the jagged crack in the cup.
�Well,� the elder one said
petulantly, cheeks flushed with alcohol and embarrassment, �You�ve been alone
for so long right, because of everything�s that happened to you, and it�s
really, really lonely being without someone. But now, you�re with someone, or
you were anyway, �coz he�s gone now, and it�s been a whole three weeks, and you
have to be lonely because you haven�t seen that face for so long, that
face that you open your eyes to in the morning and it�s the last thing you see
at night and you were always around him, could always reach out and touch him,
and kiss him, and you can�t anymore �coz he�s gone, you see?�
�So? He�ll come back,
probably next week, and then I�ll be able to touch him and kiss him and
whatever.�
�But but, he�s lonely
too, because he�s felt everything you have and more, because of that damn demon,
and damn people who don�t understand and look at him with cold eyes that speak
of hate and intolerance, and he�s gone through a whole lifetime of that, and no
one else can understand, no one else�except someone who�s been through it too,
and there�s only two people we know who have ever gone through that, and
they�ve both dealt with it in their own way, but in the silence of the night,
when you can�t touch anything you know, you�ll reach out for anything to
comfort you, because your heart can�t take it, and the person you touch has
gone through the same thing as you and knows what to do to make it go away, and
you know how too and��
�He wouldn�t dare.�
The Uchiha growled, a vein on his forehead throbbing furiously.
�But he might� they might��
Neji sniffed, biting his lip as images danced through his head. �They�re both
such idiots and they won�t see anything wrong with it because they�re friends
and that�s what friends do, they take your loneliness away, and one minute
they�re hugging and the next, they�re romping around in bed and neither will
know how to stop, because it feels too good and warm and they�ve lost that
loneliness��
�They won�t�� murmured
Sasuke in the tone of one losing hope.
�But they might.�
A heavy sigh. �Maybe I
should bring out something stronger to drink.�
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An hour later and they were
both as drunk as only two lovelorn lovers can be.
The one who had started it
all looked at Sasuke, who was quietly singing under his breath, a strange song
about being color-blind, interspersed with mumbling about annoying, unfaithful
fox bastards. He tugged on a long strand of hair, tapping on his lower lip
thoughtfully. If he tilted his head like this, and squinted his eyes
like this, and if he had downed one and three-quarters of a bottle of
vodka, and he had, his friend looked very much like a bad image of Gaara.
But Gaara was with Naruto.
Like the rumbling explosion
of a volcano and the ensuing river of lava, he felt the blossoming fiery
feeling of jealousy. And he had to do something about it, otherwise he�d
go absolutely crazy.
He took another glance at
Sasuke. It was close enough.
�And you have to be lonely because you haven�t seen
that face for so long, that face that you open your eyes to in the morning and
it�s the last thing you see at night and you were always around him, could
always reach out and touch him, and kiss him, and you can�t � no one else can
understand, no one else�except someone who�s been through it � and they�ve both
dealt with it in their own way, but in the silence of the night, when you can�t
touch anything you know, you�ll reach out for anything to comfort you, because
your heart can�t take it, �
�Hey, Sasuke��
As soon as the other
brunette had turned to face him, he pressed closer and kissed him.
�Neji�?�
�It�s alright��
The kiss was neutral. He
felt absolutely nothing special, nothing but the strong, heady taste of vodka,
and suddenly he was sick of it, never wanted to taste it again in his entire
life, sick of everything�
Just imagine that it�s
Gaara, his mind persisted�Gaara�s lips, his quiet breath, his warmth, his hand
on your shoulder�
Hand on my shoulder�?
He had nearly pulled away
when a soft whimper of protest made him pause. �Naruto��
So the Uchiha did
miss his lover, so much so that his mind had grabbed at the same idea his had,
playing the same �replacement� game in hopelessness, wishing that the other was
their lover, wishing it with all his heart�
They were so whipped.
It�s Gaara, his mind supplied as he leaned in for another kiss. Gaara�s
here, right now, and he�s kissing you and touching you like he always does,
he�s finally here, so don�t you think you should be touching him too?
Neji nodded, blindly
following the dictates of his drunken mind. He slid his hand up to the nape of
the warm neck. No silky strands met his touch and he nearly jolted out of his
alcohol-induced dream.
Just imagine he�s cut his
hair.
Calloused hands cupped his
cheeks, thumbs stroking where whisker-marks should be and Sasuke whispered in desperation.
Neji pushed closer, the chair rattling to the ground as he settled on the other
brunette�s lap, calming him. He threaded his fingers into raven-black hair just
like his and lightly massaged his scalp. There was a moan of appreciation.
The lips parted and the kiss
was made even deeper. It didn�t taste like his Gaara, but that was okay, he�d
bear with it, because he was so, so lonely, and any warm body was a comfort in
the forlorn, forbidding night�
Neji desperately drove his
tongue into Sasuke�s mouth, seeking that taste, that warmth and
Sasuke was doing the same and he knew he was trying to find a trace of Naruto,
a trace of sunshine in the dark, but that was impossible because they would
never find it in anyone else, ever. There was only one Naruto and only one
Gaara and if those two had found each other then it was all lost, but still
they searched, over and over, willing it to be there, because there was such a
thing as hope�
Gaara, my Gaara, where are
you�?
Unnoticed by the two still lost in their dream world, the door swung
open.
There was a soft, unheard
intake of breath.
And then it was let out.
�Sasuke!�
Ohshit.
Neji tumbled backwards as
the Uchiha hurriedly stood up, but before he hit the floor, he was caught in a
cradle of sand. Dark blue and pearl-sheened eyes shared the same look as they
turned as one to the origin of the appalled cry.
Towering in the doorway was
an apoplectic blond behemoth emitting a dangerous aura, and standing behind
him, arms crossed over his black-clad chest, was�
�We�ll let ourselves out,�
states an emotionless voice.
Naruto nodded curtly and,
passing the Hyuuga by, grabbed his lover by the hair and dragged him upstairs.
Leaving the other wide-eyed
brunette to the mercy of Gaara of the Sand.
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And this is where I was
supposed to cut it coz it�d have been so cool, and you guys would have been
hammering my door down with questions like �And then what?� or �What the
fuck happened?� or even better yet �You freaking bitch, how could
you?!�
So I didn�t, because I like
you guys and I don�t want you think in italics, now do I?
So, on with the show, and
pardon this crazy-ass authoress.
*gets hit by a wildly-thrown
coconut*
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�Strip.�
Neji shivered at the cold
order and did as told, concentrating on his hands and evading the piercing
green gaze.
Gaara was slouching on the
couch that faced their bed, idly doodling on the top of his gourd with his
fingertips. The brunette shivered again, not because of the cold wind that blew
in through the open window, but because of his lover�s expression. It was
curiously detached and almost�cruel.
�Where are the straps?�
Even the voice was like
that. He closed his eyes briefly, heart thumping madly.
�In the�in the drawer.� He
stammered nervously, wondering what kind of punishment was on his lover�s mind.
He had absolutely no doubt that he was going to be punished.
�Get them then lie on the
bed.�
He obeyed, feeling the hot,
emerald stare on his back the whole time. Absently, he wondered how Sasuke was
faring.
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�Na-Naruto, just calm down!�
Sasuke said, backing away and curiously enough, trying to fight the urge to
sneeze.
�Shut up, Sasuke!� A sword
was thrown at him and he ducked just in time. It vibrated to a stop five inches
into the wall. �Just shut up!�
�I was drunk!� he tried to
explain while fighting off ballistic shuriken.
�Didn�t I say to shut the
hell up?� A set of kunai flew at him and he jumped away.
�Where the fuck is
it?� Naruto howled in fury, rooting around in the chest at the floor of their
bed. He was surrounded by tongues of fiery chakra, which was the reason their
room was being torn apart. It had taken on a life of its own, fed by the
blond�s rage, and it seemed fixated on the desire to dissect the only remaining
member of the Uchiha clan.
Sasuke blew apart a
sixty-pound steel ball coming at him with intent to kill.
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On the other hand, maybe it
wasn�t prudent to be thinking about someone else when his lover was angry.
Gaara had tied him securely
to the bedposts with the straps and was now looking down at him, lazily
stroking him from neck to hip then back up again, one hand still on the gourd.
�You�re missing
something�ah, here we are.� He own spike-studded, red leather collar was pulled
from its hiding place in one of the secret compartments of the headboard. The
redhead fastened it around his neck.
�You look nice, pet.� Neji
swallowed. This wasn�t his Gaara, no, quite definitely not. His Gaara would
have gazed at him with a hurt look or with held his affection or mildly
tortured him or have done anything but this. Gaara wouldn�t have handled
him without warmth or love, wouldn�t look at him with dead, emotionless eyes,
wouldn�t treat him like a toy.
�Do you want to explain what
happened, pet?�
The brunette nodded desperately,
and when he was given permission to, he started. �I�I was drunk and, and I felt
lonely b-because you weren�t here and somehow we started drinking and...and��
he looked into the impassive face. He had seen death, mangled bodies, faceless
carcasses and whole villages reduced to dust. He had seen Orochimaru at his
most unholy and he had seen the terrors wrought by the group that was Akatsuki.
He had been though a lot but never, in his entire life, had he been more
frightened than he was now, looking into the unfeeling face of his lover. He
was scared, mind-numbingly scared. He didn�t wasn�t to lose Gaara. He didn�t
want to lose this.
The words came out like an
unstoppable waterfall. �It was only a kiss, Gaara, just a kiss�I was thinking
of you the whole time and--�
�Oh?� An eyebrow arched up
delicately. �And while you were thinking of me, my pet, did you ever even
consider what I might have felt when I returned from doing my job only to find
out that you�ve been sleeping with out next-door neighbor?�
Not once did he raise his
voice. It was spoken in a controlled, even purr, like the hum of an expensive
sports car before it goes raring madly down a deserted highway before vaulting
magnificently off a cliff. That was very, very dangerous.
�It wasn�t like that!� Neji
said frantically. �I wasn�t going to let it go that far! I�m sorry I did it,
please let me go�I�ll make it up to you, Gaara, I promise��
�You�ll make up for it,
don�t worry.� The redhead stood up and unzipped his jacket, revealing a fishnet
shirt under it. The Leaf jounin saw the gleam of the necklace he had given him
after their first week together as lovers. Gaara took it off and placed it on
the desktop with a very final click.
He choked down a wail.
�I think I should teach you
a lesson.�
The elder flinched
involuntarily. The last time he had been taught a lesson, it had been�
�Not the cat o�ninetails.�
He relaxed.
�I was thinking something a
bit more�personal.�
There was the pop of a cork,
and then the sound of slowly rushing sand, the sort of thing desert travelers
hate to hear because it means that Death is on it�s way, on the wings of a
desert storm.
Neji watched with wide eyes
as the sand seemed to pour into an invisible mold, filling it from the bottom upwards
until before him, in all its borrowed glory, stood an exact replica of Gaara. A
naked, very exact replica of Gaara. Every detail was perfect, and he
should know. He had spent so much time worshipping that body that it was
ingrained into his mind indelibly.
The redhead stroked his
clone�s cheek thoughtfully. �A good imitation, don�t you think so, pet?�
�Yes,� he mumbled meekly,
eyes still on the clone. It looked very�big. Engorged even.
Gaara was still staring at
his copy, and it was staring right back at him with the same penetrating gaze.
It was astounding and strangely kinky at the same time. They stood like that
for a moment, the redhead with his hand on the sand cheek while the clone�s
hand rested on his hip.
Then you could have fried
eggs on Neji�s face, because his lover leaned in and pressed his lips to the
sand�s. Their arms went around each other, and one, just which one he couldn�t
tell who, moaned. He could have sworn he had seen tongue.
He felt himself stir and he
couldn�t help it. There was some very hot imagery going on in front of him.
When the redhead had drawn
back he finally began blinking again. The eyes that turned to him still had the
same cold expression. Despite the heat pooling in his groin, he still felt
something cut deep into his heart.
Had Gaara stopped loving
him?
�Well, since you�ve been
thinking of me, pet��
The kiss was hard, even
brutal, and Neji could feel a few grains of sand on his beloved�s lips and on
the tongue that demanded entrance into his mouth. He whimpered into the kiss,
tugging at his bonds, truly desperate to be rid of them for the first time,
wanting to put his arms around his lover, to hold and be held, to apologize for
what he had so stupidly done and swear to never do it again�
He jerked his mouth away
when he felt something tighten cruelly around the base of his cock.
Over the sound of his gasps
came the soft murmur of, ��then all you�ll be seeing tonight is me.�
He looked up. The thing used
as an impromptu cock ring had been Gaara�s leather hair tie, and flaming red
strands fell over his shoulders and blew across his face, offsetting his
porcelain skin and dark eyes.
Before he knew it, the words
were out of his mouth. �Kiss me again��
�As you wish.�
And then he stepped away,
and the clone moved forward.
This kiss was rough and sudden
and forceful. He was kissed so hard his lips were rubbed raw, and his gums and
tongue were at the point of bleeding, because the clone plundered his mouth
unmercifully, thrusting a sand tongue deep into his mouth. He tried to pull
away, but coarse hands held his face in place with a grip of steel.
He couldn�t breathe, he
needed air, wanted air, needed to get away from this strange things that was
and wasn�t his lover, he had to get away, he had to, he� he needed to breathe�
Just before he passed out,
the clone lifted its head and he took long gulps of pure oxygen, wheezing
slightly. He licked his lips and tasted the metallic tang of blood.
Wait�
Clone�big clone, already
naked and already�um�
Mad Gaara�mad enough to�

His frightened eyes shifted
from face to expressionless face, and suddenly he knew.
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Sasuke had been manhandled
to the floor by clones while Naruto tied his arm firmly behind his back with
the remains of his shirt.
He was let go and a hard,
elongated tube was thrust at him with a blistering glare.
�You know how to use it. Now
go on and damn well use it, and if you let it go and try to do anything else, I
will kick your ass into next Tuesday!�
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�G-Gaara, you can�t�it�ll
hurt too much��
The slap came from nowhere
and he spat out blood. His jaw ached like it had been hit with a hammer, but
the pain suddenly never existed when he was confronted by two burning green
eyes,
�Hurt?� Gaara hissed.
�How dare you?! Do you know how much it hurt to walk in on you
and Uchiha together, holding each other, touching each other? Do you
know how much I wanted to die right then? Do you?!�
Neji was nearly hysterical.
�Gaara, I�m sorry! I never--�
�Sorry is for when
you forget our anniversary or when you forget a mission. Sorry isn�t
going to cut it for this one, Hyuuga!�
�Please, koibito��
�You don�t have the right to
call me that.� The redhead spat. The next words were spoken with deadly
precision, each word stressed to maximize their utmost importance. His eyes
glowed. �I will punish you in any way I see fit. I will hurt you as much
as I like, as much as I please, because you deserve it. I will banish any
memory of each and every lover you have ever had in your entire life and
in the end you will beg me for release, and if and when I
grant it, you will scream my name and my name alone, do you understand,
Hyuuga?!�
�Yes, Gaara�� Neji
moaned, unbelievably turned on. His lover had never acted this forceful, this
demanding ever before and, contrary to common sense and in denial of every
dangerous signal being emitted, he was getting even harder. Gods, was he ever a
twisted son of a bitch.
There was another crushing
kiss, this time from the real Gaara. The brunette responded fervently, kissing
back with everything he had. Hard, calloused hands, his Gaara�s hands, went
around the nape of his neck and pulled him closer while their hips ground
together. It felt so hot to be like this�
The redhead pulled away too
soon for his liking, He whimpered in protest, but a warning look quieted him.
And then the clone came
forward again.
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And this is the
important bit that was cut out! The LEMON! Muahahaha! Fear the evil authoress
with no sense of humor!
Actually, I didn�t cut it
out. It�s more like I haven�t written it yet, �coz of lack if inspiration and I
haven�t been in the right mood to write true bondage. So any suggestions are
welcome. All your bondage fantasies can come true in my hands, so this is your
chance. And if you�re too shy you can always email me at firebrand_j at
hotmail, so yay.
*ducks yet another
coconut*
Ok, who�s throwing the
fruit?
Chibi!Neji: *meaningfully
throwing another coconut up and down* I. Want. That. Lemon.
Chibi!Gaara: *nodding
ferociously (and super cutely) from behind the huge cart of coconuts*
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The telescope dropped from
nerveless fingers. He had made to watch the whole thing, with a menacing clone
standing next to him to make sure he didn�t do anything�relieving. He probably
hadn�t needed the telescope. The window was wide open; anyone�s house that had
just the right angle and just the right height could see perfectly into Neji
and Gaara�s bedroom. Horror and lust magnified the rest.
The clone puffed into
non-existence, reminding him of an angry blond.
�Naruto�� he began, turning
around to glance at the bed. The rest of the sentence happily dried up in his
mouth.
His lover was stretched out
on the bed, wearing nothing but the studded leather wristband that Sasuke had
given him as a birthday present, his hair unbound and spilling all over the
pillow and feathering over his chest. The hand with the wristband was idly
tracing patterns on his stomach. Azure eyes connected with his, matching the
lustful gaze.
�Sasuke�� His name was
uttered in a near moan. He felt his knees buckle. �Sasuke�do you want me?�
He stifled his own moan and
managed to reply in a nearly normal voice. �Gods, yes.�
The fox demon bit his lip
and lowered his eyes, one hand trailing up his body to rest against his mouth
in an expression of acute dejection. �Are you sure, Sasuke? It looked like you
wanted Neji more��
It was so cute and so
sensual at the same time that the Uchiha could barely keep himself from
spilling at the sight. And the way his name slid from those lips, a meaningful,
luxurious moan that just made him want to� �All I want is you, Naruto.�
�Are you sure,
koibito?� The hand at his stomach now moved lower, stroking his thighs, drawing
Sasuke�s attention to what lay between them. �You don�t have to stay with me if
you don�t.�
�I want you.� It was like
his mouth had never known hydration.
�Do you love me?�
Gods, he could just die.
�Yes.�
�Really?�
�Yes, Naruto.� Something
inside him snapped, something that had been winding ever since his lover had
left, something that he couldn�t help anymore. He stepped forward, ready to
spend the night with the only person he had ever loved this much, to hold him
and show him how much he regretted doing such a stupid thing.
�Good.� A blanket was thrown
into his face, stopping him in his tracks. It followed by a few pillows, all
smelling of his lover�s shampoo, an insidious reminder that would haunt him the
entire night. His jaw dropped in shock and the sudden curtail of sexual
activity. With an accurately thrown kunai, the lights were switched off, and
Naruto pulled the covers around his chin, smiling to himself. �Good night then.
You can sleep on the couch.�
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Author�s Notes:
I dearly apologize for
making Neji a wimpy, easily jealous and completely whipped lover (completely
understandable if you�ve seen Gaara pissed off), and Gaara into a total�no, no
one can ruin Gaara. My Gaara was perfect, except for that bitch-slapping
moment. But come on, even the most manly of men give in to their feminine side,
coz no one knows ballistic, unbalanced craziness more than we women do. Hell
yeah. Gods, I�m high.
�He was thinking in italics--�
A line taken from Terry Pratchett�s Men at Arms. The pink-spotted anteater was
all mine.
Yes, I know pure oxygen will
kill you. It just sounded nice.
Color Blind, sung by either
Darius or Dr. Dre, don�t know which, is a song Sasuke and Naruto dance to in The
Shackled Stallion, so you guys have time to download it before I post the next
chapter so that you know exactly what�s driving Sasuke-kun crazy.
Sneezing when you don�t have
a cold is a sign that someone�s talk about you. That�s what they say anyway. I
sneeze all the time now. Wonder why?
And don�t tell me you guys
haven�t gone on this vein when you�ve had a few drinks. This isn�t unrealistic,
it actually happens. But not to me, �coz I have never had anyone to angst
about.
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