An Indecent Affair

This chapter is sure to clear up any misconceptions in the last one. Sorry if I made Neji seem like a bad person, he's really not, it's all just a misunderstanding.


Chapter 30
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Neji shifted on wobbly feet beneath his lover's astonished gaze. He wasn't accustomed to maneuvering on high-heeled shoes and he'd already lost count how many times he nearly sprained his ankles or dislocated his hip on his journey up here. His heart still raced even though his haggard breath was beginning to regulate but he was so glad that the person who confronted him was Sasuke and not 'him', he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so relieved.

"Sasuke... you... startled me," the flushed young man stated between shaky breaths.

Oh God! it was him, and the Uchiha didn't know whether to molest him now or wait until after he'd appraised his new look. One corner of Sasuke's mouth rose to form a lecherous half-smirk as he watched his cosplaying secretary struggle to keep upright while clinging to the cabinet as some sort of life-line.

Sasuke stuffed his hands into his pockets before he went over to the other man because he didn't trust them not to accost him in the most inappropriate manner. As delectable as he appeared right now, he knew there was still certain contact he wouldn't find welcoming, but today he was making that temptation difficult to suppress.

His approach was casual as his dark eyes assessed him from the bottom of his polished shoes to the top of his conservative coiffure and Neji had to break eye contact from the ferocity of his gaze. It reminded him too much of a predatory animal approaching an easy meal.

Sasuke stopped just inches before him, not at all caring that he was standing on the mess of papers strewn around the Hyuuga's feet, and Neji held his breath but not before he got a whiff of the cool yet spicy cologne he was wearing. "So," Sasuke drawled. "You're that spy Itachi's looking for?"

Neji looked up at him then and the confusion in his pale eyes was met with a dark, humored pair. Apparently, Sasuke was only playing with him, but Neji wasn't too familiar with the rules of this improvised game.

"I don't... a spy? What?"

"Mmm, feign ignorance now," the Uchiha purred and reached up to comb a lock of Neji's silky, black hair behind his ear. "That just makes it all the more fun getting the information out of you."

For some inexplicable reason, the other man laughed, and not because he got the sexual innuendo either. What Sasuke was suggesting and the way he said it seemed so out of place, especially since he had no idea what he was talking about. "Okay, I don't get it," he admitted on a light chuckle. "I'm just going to get back to work and you can continue playing 'James Bond' or... whatever, if you want to," and, just as he was about to step away from the Uchiha's dominating frame, the other man trapped him in place between two powerful arms planted firmly against the cabinet on either side of him.

"You don't actually think I'm going to let you escape so easily?" His voice was low and seductive and their faces were so close now that their noses barely touched.

"Umm... are you pretending to be the F.B.I.?"

"Mmm, not quite," and he leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed together. "But the authorities are going to be involved and I'm afraid they're going to have to toss you out of here on your ass... but I'll make sure they do it gently," he said after a brief pause. "It's a really nice ass and I wouldn't want it to get damaged or anything."

Again Neji laughed and Sasuke could almost feel it move through his own body. "Sasuke, I have alot of work to do, and I know I'm really late and I'm sorry, but can we do this later? Please?"

"The wheels of justice stop for no man."

His ridiculous response drove the other man into another round of hysterics and it took every ounce of self control Sasuke could muster not to sink his lips into the creamy column of his exposed neck.

Neji regained his composure but not before calling his lover's name on a frustrated, yet well-natured whimper that sent a delicious shiver coursing through his spine. "This isn't fair," the older man protested with a playful pout. "Why do I even have to be the bad guy?"

Sasuke's face split with a naughty grin. "Would you rather I be the bad guy?"

"On second thought, I'd rather not."

"Have I told you how hot you look right now?"

Neji blushed at the compliment and turned his face away. "I got that impression."

"What's the occasion?"

The Hyuuga's shoulders sagged on a heavy sigh as he recalled the taxing hours he spent within Naruto and his mate's company. "Naruto and Gaara wanted to play 'Dress Up' and I lost the vote to be the life-sized doll two to one."

Sasuke attempted to show his hilarity towards the other man's misfortune but the thought of an obedient and pliant Neji being dressed and undressed in all kinds of female clothing was the single most arousing concept he could fathom. He'd had to remember to thank Naruto for this lovely surprise and his friend had most definitely put his creativity to the test when putting together this work of art. A generous application of a bright, saffron coloured eyeshadow punctuated by dark eyeliner and his naturally long lashes brought to attention the pale luminescence of his eyes. Soft, plump lips were made all the more kissable by a wet lip-gloss of the same coral hue as the camisole he wore beneath the jacket.

From such a close proximity Sasuke could feel the lack of padding beneath his blouse and he glanced down to find no sign of any protrusions on his chest. He was fine with it either way, he wasn't really a 'breasts' man and overly large mammaries were a turn off for him because they always seemed to get in the way and he was willing to bet that Neji had more to offer than Sakura in the chest department.

As opposed as he was to Naruto's little scheme, Neji had no say in the matter and he found he was put into those kinds of situations alot lately. It was obvious they were all very tired and Neji was beginning to think they had no real purpose for dragging him out of bed so early in the morning. Many times he subtly suggested they hang out some other time and reminded them he had to go to work later that day, but they grew increasingly agitated with his excuses until Naruto finally decided they do something if only it would shut the Hyuuga up. What he suggested then made him wished he'd been born mute and, after many failed attempts to veto, he was put through the second most embarrassing desecration to his masculinity he'd ever experienced.

At first, Neji believed they'd done this solely to make him suffer but it was only after they'd put on the finishing touches did Naruto let his true motives become known.

"Sasuke's going to love this," he'd said with an approving nod.

The conversation the group had shared that night at the club came rushing back to him at the young blonde's words. Among his list of odd fetishes (and that 'man-gina' thing he kept forgetting to look up) they'd mentioned Sasuke possessing an attraction towards men in drag. As self-conscious as he felt with curious eyes upon him, there was only one person's opinion that truly mattered to Neji and he'd hoped that his boyfriend wasn't unimpressed, or worse, laughed at him. Naruto kept assuring him the Uchiha was going to flip out, and he was somewhat convinced, but a part of him knew all along that he was going to behave this way and, even though he was used to his bold approaches, in this garb he couldn't help but feel like a young girl being whistled at by burly construction workers.

"Isn't democracy a wonderful thing?" Sasuke teased and Nej's shoulders shook with the effort it took to keep himself from chuckling.

"Only when the option I vote for wins."

"Okay then, all in favour of clearing a space on my desk and doing the nasty until we both pass out from exhaustion?"

Only Sasuke raised his hand.

"All opposed?"

Only Neji raised his hand.

"Hmm, a tie."

Neji's pretty, pink lips boasted a smug grin but he should have been aware by now that the Uchiha's were notorious for always getting their way.

"However, as your superior, my vote outranks yours," he haughtily announced. "You're right. It's great when the option I vote for wins," and he dipped his head to capture that mouth that had been cruelly taunting him within the past minute but Neji turned at the last second and he kissed his right cheek instead.

"Am I still under interrogation or am I free to go?"

Sasuke made a thoughtful sound that came out more like a needy growl. "You're guilty until proven innocent."

"Don't I get a fair trial?"

Sasuke shook his head and grazed his lips across the smooth surface of Neji's skin. "Kangaroo court."

"With you, I'm not surprised," Neji said with a playful roll of his eyes.

"I'd be nice to me if I were you. I haven't yet decided on a suitable punishment and it would be in your best interest to try to bribe me with a lighter sentence."

"A lighter sentence? For what? I don't even know what I'm being charged with."

"Indecent exposure."

"Indecent exposure? I'm fully clothed!"

"Not for long."

Neji's face turned crimson but Sasuke made no move to indicate he was about to undress him. His arms were still firmly planted on the cabinets and the only contact he made was the occasional light peck against his cheekbone, ear or jawline. Neji squirmed all the same and, even though he was wary about nudity, an anticipatory heat began to swirl between his legs.

Neji took a shuddering breath but, try as he might, he couldn't keep his voice steady when he said: "I thought I was a secret agent? Don't I have any special gadgets to get out of this?"

Sasuke quickly dashed his hopes by saying: "You're not that kind of spy."

He was changing the rules too quickly for Neji to keep up and the Hyuuga knew that the only way this was going to end was if (correction when) Sasuke got what he wanted or if he found some way to distract him and, if the other man continued to suckle the rim of his ear just... like... that, the former was going to be true.

"Wh-," Neji swallowed to clear the graininess in his throat. "What other kinds of spies are there?"

"None that I'm more interested in at the moment," Sasuke whispered before dipping his head lower. He was now at the juncture where Neji's throat met his jaw and tenderly closed his mouth around that sensitive spot. The Hyuuga gasped and unintentionally bared more of his flesh for his lover's advances while he struggled to use what little of his lust-fogged mind that was still marginally coherent.

"And what kind of spy am I?"

"Incredibly sexy."

Sasuke's compliment and his warm whisper against the moisture of damp kisses he left on Neji's skin deepened his arousal and his blush spread further down his neck and Sasuke soon followed it.

"Okay, Sasuke I surrender, you win," he panted breathlessly, so desperate for this to come to an end he didn't care he was stoking the Uchiha's infamous ego. "I have alot of work to do and," a sharp jolt pierced through his senses when equally sharp teeth scraped lightly across his clavicle. "I have to get to work."

Sasuke continued to seduce him with just his mouth, his arms still bolted in place and the muscles tense with the restriction he used to keep them there. But Neji wanted him to touch him, he wanted to feel his domineering hands on his shoulders, his hips and wrapped firmly around his back. The urge to bring his hands into his boyfriend's thick, dark hair and yank his face up to kiss him brutally was so strong he thought he was going to burst and Neji licked his lips and tried once again to break the persistent man's concentration.

"I have very important things to do."

A hot tongue flicked against his flushed skin.

"And if I don't do them the company could lose alot of money."

Torrid lips left open-kisses as they moved to the other side of his chest.

"And that won't reflect well at the end of the fiscal year."

A gentle love-bite was placed on the highest curve of the jutting bone.

"Your shareholders are going to be pissed."

He was now at the rim of his camisole and took a portion of fabric into his mouth to suck.

"Sasuke... are you listening to me?"

"Not really," the Uchiha muttered with pink clothing between his teeth.

The effeminately dressed man forced an incredulous gasp, feigning outrage. "Sasuke, you're getting my shirt wet."

"Take it off," was his raspy reply.

Okay, that wasn't quite the response Neji was hoping for but the clever man was able to use it to an advantage. "Alright."

Every muscle, every nerve within Sasuke's body came to an abrupt halt and he slowly looked up to test the solemnity in the Hyuuga's face. That hesitation was all he needed to duck under the barrier of one arm to make his escape and, had he possessed one cubic ounce of Naruto's immaturity, he would have yelled 'psyche!'.

His pride refused to chalk that one up as a defeat but instead categorized it as a 'delayed inevitable' then he got down on his knees to help the other man gather the discarded documents. Even though Neji kept his head down, he could still see the severe blush on the skin at his hairline and hear his breath coming in short intervals. Neji was still just as hot and bothered as he was and, as they stood together, he noticed that it was much more difficult to hide an erection while wearing a skirt.

"You've got your shoe-prints all over them," his older lover tsked and stepped around him towards his own work area. Sasuke instinctively followed, his animal lust compelling him to remain within an arm's reach of his mate.

"Sorry," he muttered like a scolded child, too distracted by the bulge near Neji's groin to realize he'd just apologized.

The Hyuuga pretended to ignore him as he returned to his work but Sasuke kept close and leaned against the drawers, much like he did the first time they met. A wave of reminiscence washed over him and Neji recalled just how much he couldn't stand being in the same room with this man at one point; whereas now they couldn't be left alone in a room without humping each other. They had certainly come a long way together and, had it not been for... 'him', he never would have had this and, maybe... in some strangely, morbidly disturbing way... he was glad 'it' happened. If he thought about it along those terms then... maybe 'it' wasn't as traumatic as it used to be.

"What?" Sasuke inquired when he caught that dreamy expression on Hyuuga's face.

"Hm? Oh, nothing," Neji snapped out of his little daze and gave his boyfriend the most dazzling smile he'd ever seen. "I was just remembering how much I hated you."

Evenly-shaped eyebrows shot up to his forehead and Sasuke clicked his teeth in amusement. "Yeah, I couldn't stand the sight of you either." That earned him a hard punch against his forearm and, although it didn't hurt, there was enough force behind it to remind him that Neji wasn't some frail weakling, even though he acted like one from time to time.

Sasuke idly rubbed his wound with one hand then poked Neji in the hips with the other. He tittered then did the same to the Uchiha's stomach. They were like children now; trying to get the last poke in, but the younger of the two had the advantage since it was difficult for Neji to make hasty retreats on stilettos. Sasuke faked an injury when a sharp fingernail punched him in the chest and, true to his sympathetic nature, he began doting on his younger lover, hoping to make amends.

"Will you kiss it and make it better?"

An exasperated whine let him know he was not going to indulge him. "You're so... so-,"

"Good-looking?" Sasuke interrupted with a brilliant smile.

"That too, but I was going for something more along the lines of 'incorrigible'."

"Well, now you know how I feel?"

Neji tilted his head, slightly confused. "How am I frustrating and hard-headed?"

His expression became lasciviously impish. "Because I want to do dirty things to you and you won't let me," and that was how Itachi found them when he entered the room: his little brother and the anonymous woman brazenly flirting with one another.

Enraged, the eldest heir announced himself by slamming the door behind him, nearly knocking it clear off its hinges. Sasuke stared at his sibling as if he'd suddenly gone mad but Neji's nerves, already weakened by his lover's earlier eruption, shattered at the explosive sound. "You!" Itachi barked the order at the bespectacled young woman, one finger aimed between her eyes like a raised gun. "I want your name and the company you work for."

It was impossible to answer, much less form words through the tightness of his throat and Neji felt himself begin to hyperventilate. The incensed manager shot his relative a death glare that said he was going to deal with him later then stomped over to the shivering young woman as she cowered before his intimidating presence.

"Who sent you and what do they want?"

'Itachi, it's me, Neji,' he wanted to say and maybe they'd all have a good laugh about it, but his feeble attempts at speech came out as the rambled mutterings of a mentally disabled child.

"ANSWER ME!"

Itachi had lost what little patience he had left turning this place upside down looking for this woman only to find her using her feminine wiles to abscond with information right under his dim-witted brother's nose. Sometimes he couldn't believe the two of them were related. He took the girl's wrist into a painful grip and yanked her forward, nearly snapping her arm clean from its socket. She winced visibly, and the abject terror that swam within the depths of her wide lavender eyes was expected but the hard shove he felt against his side wasn't and, just as quickly as he'd captured her, Sasuke set her free.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" his brother furiously demanded to know.

That was actually a good question. Sasuke couldn't explain why he suddenly felt like a chivalrous knight, coming to his maiden's rescue. One minute he was just standing there, having a good chuckle, watching Neji getting chewed out by his retarded brother and wondering how much damage those contact lenses had done to Itachi's eyesight; then the next minute something inside him screamed 'Get your fucking hands off him,' and a possessiveness he wasn't too familiar with made him lunge into action. and he threw himself between his nervous boyfriend and his incensed brother.

Itachi looked about ready to have him drawn and quartered but this was one instance where he was prepared to resort to violence and to hell with their reconciliation. "Itachi, this is a misunderstanding," Sasuke started and he lifted one arm as if that would somehow calm the other man.

Itachi didn't let him finish.

"What am I misunderstanding, Sasuke?" his tone eerily calm in comparison to the aura of animosity that surrounded him. "That you're defending this woman? No, I got that. It was obvious to me that you've expressed some interest in her from the way you were practically slobbering all over her."

"Itachi-"

"What's wrong with you, Sasuke?" he continued on his tangent, not letting the other Uchiha get a word in edgewise. "Must you raise your leg and mark everything that catches your slightest interest?"

"It's not like tha-"

"SHUT UP!" he screamed. "I am so sick and tired of listening to your damned excuses."

"But this is not who you think it is," Sasuke attempted to explain, disregarding the older boy's command to keep his trap closed.

"Her?" Itachi sneered nastily, rudely indicating the person peering timidly from behind Sasuke's shoulder. "I don't give a damn about her anymore. Don't you get it, Sasuke? Had this been six months ago I wouldn't have given two shits if I'd caught you going at each other with her skirt tossed up to her neck. Not ten minutes ago you were beside yourself with worry, and I come down here to catch you drooling all over this slut. You haven't changed a damned thing."

"For fuck's sake, Itachi, listen to me-"

"No! You listen to me," and the taller man drew closer so that his younger sibling had to tilt his head back to glare angrily up at him. "If you're not serious about Neji then for God's sake be upfront with him about it and stop stringing him along. He's been through too much already, he doesn't need you screwing him over like this. I won't let you hurt him anymore than he's already suffered."

"Itachi you, dumbass!" Sasuke roared and yanked Neji out from behind him. " This is Neji."

He barely heard him over the rush of blood in his ears and Itachi turned his gaze to the man in question who shot him a weak smile.

Sasuke could actually pinpoint the exact moment recognition dawned upon his older brother and he committed to memory, for all posterity, the shamefully penitent look he offered to the other man along with his heartfelt apologies. He patted the top of Neji's bun in a teasing manner and cooed, "there, there. Did my big, bad brother scare you?"

'Scare' didn't quite capture the essence of what he'd been feeling at the time; waking up in a tub of ice with no kidneys would have been a more tolerable experience. In all his collective years, including the ones he spent in customer service, he had never seen anyone lose it quite like that. Even that time he was chased by that hulking wrestler seemed inconsequential now; in fact, he was willing to bet Itachi could make that guy piss his pants with just one glare.

"Sasuke, what is this?" the elder brother vented his exasperation and waved his hand across Neji's get-up before letting it drop to his thigh with a heavy slap. Apparently, Neji was this auditor everyone was on pins and needles about; the one Itachi mistakenly assumed was a corporate spy and had spent precious time he could have been at his desk on a wild goose chase. Needless to say, he wasn't too pleased.

Sasuke raised his hands defensively. "Hey, I had nothing to do with it," he confessed. "However, I will admit, that I was the source of inspiration."

Itachi tossed him a flat look before turning to Hyuuga for an explanation.

The young secretary murmured sheepishly, still too jostled to look him in the eye. "Naruto and Gaa-"

"I should have known," Itachi groused and dropped his head into the palm of his hand.

"It's not their fault," Neji quickly came to their support. "I- I wanted to... do this... for Sasuke."

He was clearly lying but Itachi didn't push the matter. He'd put the man under enough duress for one day. "Well, next time, I'd like to be informed before you feel the need to spice up your relationship in the office," and Neji blushed at his brevity. "Under the circumstances," he continued on a sigh, "I think it's best you continue with your little charade. We're overdue for an inspection and, this way, I might be able to squeeze some more work out of the other departments."

Sasuke looked forward to playing along. This was sure to bring some excitement to an otherwise boring day, but there was just one thing he wanted to know: "Weren't you afraid someone would recognize you?"

Neji shrugged. "I've got Clark Kent Syndrome."

Both Uchihas cocked their heads in bewilderment.

"That's what Naruto called it. You know, when Clark Kent takes off his glasses he's Superman but when he puts them back on-"

"-He's Clark Kent," Sasuke finished with an understanding nod.

"Right! Clark Kent Syndrome."

Itachi blinked. Dear God, there was actually a name for it?

"Soo," Sasuke thoughtfully rubbed two fingers against his chin. "Without the glasses you're Neji Hyuuga; mild, mannered secretary at Akatsuki Shipping and Trading, but without the glasses... ?"

The severity of the blush that broke out across Hyuuga's face was enough to clue them in that he was too embarrassed to say.

Neji muttered something beneath his breath and both men strained to hear it. "What? I didn't quite get that."

"Jeni Hamilton," he said a little louder.

It didn't take long for the name to sink in and Sasuke immediately doubled over, grabbing at the edge of a nearby desk lest he fall and started rolling across the ground, and Itachi couldn't blame his mercilessly cruel brother for his outburst because he had to clap his hand over his mouth to hide his own snickering.

Neji had to admit, the moniker Naruto had decided on wasn't particularly clever, just an anagram of his real name and Hamilton 'because it also began with an 'H'' and, even though he hated it just as much as the others did he hated them even more for making fun of it. Sasuke especially.

"J- Jeni? Are you serious?" the young man barked on a laugh and banged his fist against the table's surface.

"Just ignore him," and Itachi had to clear his throat a few times to make his voice as level as possible but it quavered a bit at the end. "So, how did you manage to get past security?"

Neji managed to tear his vindictive glare off his boyfriend and stopped wishing he'd choke to death on his own saliva long enough to answer him. "Well, Naruto didn't want to come with us because he was too tired so Gaara came with me and told the guys downstairs that I was an auditor and that you were expecting me."

Itachi frowned at the response. While it cleared up one, little mystery it brought to light another. "You said Naruto didn't go with you, correct?"

"That's right," Neji confirmed with a slight nod, his voice almost lost among his boyfriend's boisterous laughter. "He'd fallen asleep by the time we were ready to leave and Gaara didn't want to wake him."

"You took a cab, right?"

He slowly shook his head, becoming uneasy with the sudden sharpness in his tone.

"Neji, did Gaara drive you here?"

He was hesitant to reply but gave an erratic nod. "Uhm... yes, he did."

Itachi bit back a curse by clenching and unclenching his jaw. Those two... what was he going to do with those two? Was their sole purpose in life to deteriorate his health by giving him aneurysms and ulcers?

"Why, Itachi? Is something wrong?"

Most definitely! Even though he knew how to drive, Gaara had never taken the time to apply for a driver's license. Hell, he didn't even have a permit!

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," Itachi assured him with in a voice tight with restrained ire. He could feel himself reaching the breaking point and didn't think he could handle any more shit being piled onto his plate today. Right now, he would like nothing more than to head home, take a long, hot shower and sleep until the next morning, but his lovers were more than likely waiting for him there and, if he saw them right now, he was going to brutally sodomize them both.

Itachi turned to leave, feeling the onset of a severe migraine and desperately in the need of some aspirin, but Neji stopped him before he could step through the door by tugging gently on his jacket sleeve.

"Umm, Itachi," he murmured, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the next. "About all those things you said to Sasuke... about me. I just want to say thanks... for sticking up for me."

The older man lifted one corner of his mouth and was amazed by how much that little act of appreciation brightened his dark mood. That must have taken alot of courage for him to say with Sasuke just a few feet away but his insensitive sibling was still bawling his guts out to pay any attention to their private discussion.

"It's nothing," Itachi said and brushed his knuckles against the Hyuuga's chin in a caring manner. "Besides, now that you and Sasuke are in a relationship," he grazed his playfully eyes over the shorter man's feminine costume. "you're like a little 'sister' to me."

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Well, who would have imagined I'd have the update ready in the same day? I know I sure as hell didn't. I just wanted to finish this chapter so badly that I kinda rushed it near the end so you can probably see where I started to run out of steam. The next one is going to have more fun interactions between Sasuke and Neji and I don't think I'm going to have them talk in-depth about Neji's living arrangements just yet.

Well, see you guys next update.