An Indecent Affair

This chapter was getting too long so I had to split it into two parts. Guess what's coming next ^^


Chapter 32
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Neji vowed he was never going to speak to Sasuke ever again and, for the majority of the afternoon he stormed about the office in a huff; slamming drawers and giving his lover vicious looks every time he passed. Sasuke didn't mind, in fact, he encouraged this behavior and purposely ruffled his feathers at every opportunity, because a saucy Neji with an attitude was very titillating.

"You're still not mad at me are you?" Sasuke asked, trying to sound incredulous but the hilarity of the entire situation made him come across as obstinate. Neji pretended to ignore him and continued tapping away at his keyboard, his eyes glued to the monitor's screen. Sasuke chortled but that only deepened the Hyuuga's already indented scowl. "I'm sorry, okay, I didn't mean it," he laughed. The insincere apology flared Neji's ire even further and his fingers were now cruelly punching the keys. "I didn't mean what I said before," he lied. "It's really not that big, I can barely see it from here."

Obviously Neji didn't believe him and he clapped his hand over his neck to hide the hideous bruise that marred his even, white skin, blocking it from view.

Sasuke's shoulders shook with the effort it took to restrain boisterous laughter and when he took a step towards his secretary's desk, the older man snapped his head to throw him a dangerous glare and Sasuke knew that, unlike last time, Neji wasn't going to settle with just another assault. This time he looked ready to commit a homicide.

As strange as it may sound, that thought actually turned him on and he was eager to endure a potentially fatal mauling as long as Neji was the one to administer it to him. Sasuke dared to take another step and the incensed man rose from his seat and marched out of the room to seek solitude with the unhinged laughter of his boyfriend escorting him out. Sasuke soon followed him into the bathroom where he found him staring at his distressed reflection and the large, dollar-sized mark just below his left ear.

Sasuke leaned his shoulder against the doorway and simply watched him watching himself. He was beautiful, standing there, staring dejectedly into the mirror's surface, grazing his fingertips tentatively across the dark, purple blemish. His flesh was still sore there and the teeth marks still evident against the deep discolouration, but neither the irritated skin nor its ghastly hue was the reason behind Neji's foul mood.

'He'd made the hickey too high on his neck' was Neji's argument. 'Now everyone could see it unless he wore a turtle-neck for the next couple of days. Sasuke had reasonably suggested he wear make-up or scarves to conceal it but make-up required constant supervision and re-application and a scarf meant that he was somehow insinuating he come to work dressed in drag from now on. The latter proposal was what the Uchiha was aiming for but Neji didn't take too keenly to that idea specifically because he didn't own any women's clothing to begin with. Of course Sasuke then offered to remedy that and his older lover outright refused, forbidding Sasuke to spend another red cent on him, but no one told an Uchiha what to do with their money and, after a heated exchange, he grabbed him by the arm and tried to drag Neji downtown, and that was when the Hyuuga became physically violent.

Sasuke had never seen him quite like that. Oh, he'd witnessed his anger, had heard him curse a few times, and though he didn't posses a temper, Sasuke never would have imagined he was prone to explosive rages and he stood flabbergasted as he shoved him vehemently against his chest, nearly toppling him onto his ass, and his upper ribs still throbbed where his hands made impact. Sasuke's posture sank on a heavy sigh and he hated himself for treating his mate like some kind of mint-condition, limited edition doll. Neji was a person, an individual who craved his independence and freedoms more than anything else, but Sasuke was so used to his past partners adapting to suit his own selfish desires that he kept forgetting that he was the one who pursued Neji and not the other way around.

"I'm sorry."

Neji responded to the sincerity in his voice and turned to face him. His previous anger had evaporated but their frenetic confrontation still left him somewhat unbalanced and Sasuke could see the lingering incitement within his shimmering eyes. Pointed heels clicked against the smooth tile of the bathroom floor as he slowly approached and Sasuke straightened just in time to receive him into an apologetic embrace. "Me too," Neji released on a weighty exhale, practically melting into his lover's arms, dispelling all his negative emotions and placing his convictions back into his capable hands so that Sasuke could support his lax body and comfort him with long, tender strokes against his back.

They stood like that for what seemed like an eternity and only when Neji started to pull away did Sasuke drop his arms to release him and endeavored to lighten the mood with a dash of humour. "Wow, our first fight," he chuckled with a rueful shake of the head. "Kinda scary, huh?"

Neji concurred with a nod and a barely audible confirmation. He was ashamed of himself for losing his composure like that and, even worse, attacking another human being; the one he claimed to love no less!

He was so accustomed to paying his own way that he didn't know how to assent being showered with expensive gifts and lavish attention. To him it seemed wasteful, a borderline sin, but this was the lifestyle Sasuke grew up in and, as much as God knew he loved him, he shouldn't expect him to change or try to change him. He was a young man who hardly knew a parent's love, lost the boy he loved the most and had previously alienated his only remaining family member capable of showing him love. It was safe to say that Sasuke had little to no experience expressing true love to others so giving them extravagant objects to represent his affection without sacrificing his own feelings was probably the only way he knew how. Neji knew he should at least try to accept these trinkets graciously but it was difficult when a warm embrace, a tender kiss or gentle squeeze of the hand meant so much more to him in comparison than jewelry, clothes or money.

"Actually... we've fought before," surmised Neji as the number of occasions they'd banged heads or had a disagreement suddenly sprang to mind.

"Yeah, but nothing like this."

"True, it's never been this... intense," he said after a long pause, searching for the right word to describe the impassioned exchange that had transpired between them. "But, still... we have fought before."

"But those were more disputes than anything else if you think about it."

"Okay, are we really going to have a fight over whether or not we've fought before?"

The right half of Sasuke's mouth lifted with a stubborn smirk. "I wouldn't call this a fight, it's more of a debate."

Neji rolled his eyes in exasperation but found he wanted to laugh instead. Fight, argument, debate, he didn't care what they called it, he just hoped it never happened again. "Fine! You're right! It's a debate... whatever," he surrendered and marched back to his desk, needing to put some space between himself and the source of his mounting frustrations, and an end to this conversation before they started throwing punches next. But of course, Sasuke followed and continued persistently.

"I love it when you admit I'm right."

Neji made a noise that was a mixture of a sigh, a growl and a restrained scream. His fingers creased the edges of the papers he now held in his hands and it was all he could do to prevent himself from entertaining his morbid imaginations about the things he wanted to do with the staple machine and Sasuke's skull. He, instead, composed himself and left a neat staple in the top left hand corner of the documents and sought to elude his stressor a second time by evacuating the room, but the man was relentless and stalked him into the main office where Neji made an exaggerated effort to ignore him and get back to work. Honestly, how did they expect this relationship of theirs was going to work, he wondered. Their romance was fine, he had no qualms about that, but their working relationship was a cause for concern. He just knew something like this was going to happen and, as expected, the faster their love life developed, the faster their professional life degenerated. He knew his productivity had decreased exponentially over the past few weeks, not that Sasuke cared or anything, which was funny because wasn't he the one who originally said he wasn't paying him to 'sit around on his ass and look pretty'?

Neji's morals wouldn't allow it, especially now that he was in the prime position to do so. If he asked nicely for the rest of the day off he knew the other man would grant him that reprieve. If he batted his eyes and swayed his hips a little he could get his leave of absence extended to a week, and he was positive that if he grabbed him by the arms and shoved his tongue down his throat, Sasuke would give him the rest of the year off. With full pay!

It was a dizzying thought, the control he could wield over the power this man possessed, and he was thoroughly tempted to try his hand at being the master puppeteer for once in his life, to be the one to pull the strings and have the little toys dance.

But his morals wouldn't allow it.

Neji sighed, feeling cowardly and weak. It was true, he was a 'good guy'. The kind that people always stepped on to get to the top and the kind that always finished last. Would a little manipulation really be such a big deal? He had Saskue wrapped around his finger just as tightly as the other man held onto his leash. If it would ease his conscience, he could call it a psychological experiment whose only goal was to better understand the inner workings of his mental psyche. But the Uchiha wasn't a fool and he'd probably smell the bullshit coming a mile away.

It wasn't as if Neji was purposely trying to exploit his position as the love interest to a member of an influential family, but he couldn't suddenly ignore the fact that he could ask for anything and it would be provided. As long as he and Sasuke were together, all his needs would be met.

But what would he ask for?

Neji's brow furrowed as he pulled up the company's extensive databases on Sasuke's computer. Another convenient perk he was privy to. He could ask for the same access at his workstation but that would pose a security risk and could potentially come back to haunt him if something unforeseen were to happen. Besides, he quite liked having to bother Sasuke whenever he needed to' urgently' check the electronic files. It was his subtle way of getting back at him.

Neji printed the information he needed and hovered over the all-in-one printer, scanner and fax machine next to the desk. Sasuke was still talking, more likely bragging about his perfect streak, but Neji was too caught up in his inner monologue to pay him any mind. He knew he shouldn't ignore the man like that, he was no less a self-absorbed child that demanded everyone's full attention. Denying him that would, no doubt, have undesirable consequences, but Neji's concentration was already glued to more important things like, what he should ask Sasuke for.

Well, the most obvious request was a place to stay. This was a pressing need, not some frivolous appeal like a brand new Mercedes Benz (although, if he had a choice, he wouldn't mind living in one). In less than a week he was going to be without shelter or protection and, as terrified as he was about that concept, he was still too afraid to ask for Sasuke's aid. Approaching him for temporary lodgings seemed like such a big thing to ask for so early in the relationship and how would it look if, all of a sudden, he was conveniently out of a home for absolutely no reason at all, other than his landlord was being a prick. He didn't want Sasuke to get the impression that just because he now had a rich lover that, all of a sudden, he expected a higher quality of life.

A cold draft against the backs of his thighs snapped him back to his immediate problem: A very bored and attention-starved Sasuke, and Neji whipped around to gape at him and demurely pulled his skirt down to his knees.

"Uhh... Sasuke," his voice wavered and his tinted face revealed his high level of embarrassment.

Sasuke's own, on the other hand, showed a mischievous and unapologetic smirk. "I asked you what you were wearing under there, you didn't respond so I sought to find out for myself."

Neji stammered, trying to berate him for his up-skirt peek, but knew that this was solely his fault. He should know better than to take his eyes off the young man whenever he was this restless. God, his heart was still racing and he could still feel the cool air that briefly touched his skin and his blush deepened as he wondered just how much Sasuke had seen.

He soon found out.

"I kinda figured you'd be wearing boxers, you know, after that little discussion we had. And it was a stretch assuming you'd be bare under there since you're so modest."

Neji felt himself shrink back until he was pressed hard against the edge of the table and, unable to keep his mortified gaze locked with the smoldering one of Sasuke's, he cast it to the floor.

"So imagine my disappointment... and subsequent surprise, when I found you wearing the cutest pair of panties I'd ever seen."

He was certain his face was now as red as the underwear in question and Neji vowed he was never going to forgive those two for making him put them on. They'd said Sasuke wasn't going to find out because it wasn't as if Neji was going to show him or anything, but he should have already known that he couldn't hide anything from Sasuke. He always found out eventually.

Neji tried to plead his case, to explain that this was not his idea, they made him do it, but the only sound that came from his lips was a strangled whimper. Sasuke loomed nearer, like a proud savannah lion hovering a helpless gazelle but Neji was already pressed too close against the table that he immediately felt trapped. Then Sasuke placed his arms on either side of Neji's waist and he leaned over to whisper against his ear. "Can I have another look?"

Neji felt he was going to die from all the symptoms that afflicted his body from such a steamy request. His chest constricted tightly, making it difficult to breathe even though his mouth was slightly parted from slack-jawed alarm. His skin tingled all over, particularly his face, neck and shoulders that were now so hot, and so red, he feared the pigmentation would become permanently burned onto his flesh. His knees were weak and unsteady and, had he not been pressed up against the table until he was practically sitting on it, he would have stumbled into a breathless heap by Sasuke's feet. He didn't know how, but he gathered enough composure to deny him with a jerky shake of his head and, even though they had that rule that 'No meant no', Sasuke chanced to ask again. This time with a little more etiquette.

"Neji, may I please have your permission to look under your skirt?"

Sasuke was a notorious bully in the bedroom, using either his strength, money or charm to coerce his partner into doing whatever he pleased, but he had to remind himself that he couldn't play dirty any longer. It annoyed him to no end, being constrained by rules and forced to keep everything on the up-and-up, but Neji was worth the inconvenience and, fortunately, the other man conceded and turned to face the other direction after allowing him 'just one, quick peek'. Sasuke was relieved. He didn't know what he would do if Neji turned him down a second time. He moved his hands from the desk to place them upon Neji's hips and guided him a few steps backward before instructing him to lean forward a bit and brace himself against the desk.

As embarrassing as that position was, Neji obeyed, telling himself that his discomfiture was only temporary and would last about five seconds at most, but when Sasuke disappeared from his peripheral vision to crouch behind him, Neji knew he couldn't endure even a half second of it. He straightened and tugged at the back of his skirt for modesty at the same moment Sasuke gripped him at the knees and craned his head to get a better view. The other man was patient this time and, instead of repeating his command, he licked and nibbled playfully on Neji's hands until they were coated with his saliva. He cringed and, taking the hint, put his now wet hands back on the desk. Sasuke tugged gently on his legs, pulling him back further until his hips were bent at an almost ninety degree angle and he grazed his knuckles against the insides of his knees with enough pressure to hint that he wanted him to spread his legs just a bit wider.

The heels accentuated taut calves and lean hamstrings and thighs, and Sasuke's eyes greedily took in the lengthy expanse of those two shapely legs from toe to waist. They lingered on the soft mounds of his derriere, encased in smooth, red satin that constricted his testicles into a neat bulge nestled close against his body.

For now, Sasuke just admired his form, running his hands along the textured hosiery that reached half-way up his thighs and was suspended in place by a skirted garter belt made of black lace with sturdy straps hooked into the stockings with tiny, black bows. But there was one area in particular that caught and held his interest, namely Neji's tight, little package that just begged to be kissed and fondled.

Calloused hands travelled higher and rough thumbs brushed against the line where the black lace of the stockings met creamy, white thighs and anxiety coiled within the depths of Neji's stomach when moist, warm lips joined those exploratory fingertips.

A ragged breath hitched within his throat and his heart pounded with anticipation as desire enflamed his body even while his brain screamed how improper this kind of behaviour was.

The office door was still ajar and the main doors that led to the hallway were still unlocked. What if someone came in and caught them like this? It must have been quite a spectacle to behold. He, bent over and spread-eagled on the table, with Sasuke's head shoved obscenely beneath his skirt. There was one person, however, he wouldn't mind walking in on them like this, and a vindictive part of him he never knew he possessed imagined what the pained look of horror on Sakura's face would be like. Sasuke's mouth soon completed its northern journey and Sakura quickly became a non-issue as his tongue teased the elastic bands of his underwear with long, thorough licks. Neji grit his teeth together and dared to cast a glimpse behind him to see Sasku'e head bobbing vigorously beneath his skirt. He started to giggle, but not because of the particularly humorous scene but because Sasuke had found a sensitive spot right along the curve where his leg joined his backside and he planted a noisy, wet kiss right there, laying a finder's claim to it.

Right about now would be most appropriate opportunity to tell him that time was up since his 'quick peek' had become outright molestation, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe and his entire body quaked with each ragged inhalation, stripping his ability to sound coherent words. That and, he'd crawl into the earth and die if he had to admit it but, he was actually enjoying this shameful treatment. A fact that did not slip by the Uchiha's notice.

Neji was getting hard, and his growing erection was stretching the already tight fabric, creating the most wonderful friction he'd ever experienced against his privates. Sasuke watched him writhe his hips in an attempt to comfort his suffocating dick but the more he shifted, the greater the sensation became and the more constricting the fabric felt around him. He was suffering great discomfort, as was obvious from his distressed groans and Sasuke couldn't bring himself to understand why his inhibition was so strong that he couldn't simply reach down and free himself.

Nothing would turn him on more than to watch Neji jerk himself off while he sucked and nibbled on his legs, but to watch him masochistically deny himself his own pleasure spurred Sasuke's inner sadist and he purposely set about to increase his torture. Deciding he'd teased him long enough, Sasuke immediately sought his prize and nuzzled his nose against the other man's ball sack before taking it carefully into his open mouth.

Neji choked on a haggard gasp and, for a moment, forgot to start breathing again. His body froze; eyes wide, and chin slack as expert lips and tongue brought him to a higher plane of ecstasy he'd never known before. His scrotum fit comfortably inside the Uchiha's mouth which made it easier for him to roll and lift with his tongue, until he could feel the coolness of his saliva through the soft material. Neji's head became dizzy with need causing his forehead to fall onto the hard surface of the table, panting heavily as Sasuke moved on to tickle his perineum next.

Sasuke caressed the backs of his legs and glutes with calming strokes when he recognized the garbled sounds of protest that spilled from his lover's lips. Neji already knew what his next target would be and he reached behind him with one arm, the other needed to support his dazed head, to push him away, but Sasuke reached there before he could make a failed attempt and the Hyuuga cried out, his body stiffening with lust and abashment as his tongue probed at his quivering anus. The temporary paralysis afflicted him for no longer than two seconds before he pushed himself off the table to stand and walk away, but his mind was far too muddled to control his equilibrium and he would have toppled over to one side had Sasuke not maintained a firm grip.

He was finding it hard to keep his balance in this posture and was only vaguely aware that he was now in an even more horrific situation than before. Now, he was literally sitting on Sasuke's face and rubbing his ass against his mouth.

'Oh God!' his body shuddered violently, sending him off kilter and he reached behind him blindly to grab onto steady shoulders and, when an encouraging moan sent gentle vibrations against his sensitive flesh, did he realize that he'd screamed it out loud.

The seat of his panties were now drenched and a thin coating of spit seeped through the satin to sheen his sphincter and, as mortifyingly arousing as it all was, Neji found that he was unable to come. He wanted to... badly, but his cock, still trapped and pointing downward, was not in a comfortable enough position to do so. It was actually more painful than pleasurable and Sasuke made it worse when he yanked the underwear up his ass-crack, compressing his organs even further. A keening sound tore itself from his throat and Sasuke almost felt terrible for making him suffer like this. Almost... because he quite liked having the other man grinding so desperately against him. He also liked the faint, salty taste of his bare skin and the feel of his incredibly smooth ass upon his tongue. Then Sasuke tugged the fabric harder and felt him flinch before doubling over and grabbing the edge of the table to keep himself upright.

It was a rare occurrence when an Uchiha had a change of heart but he was feeling magnanimous and, deciding that he'd let Neji suffer long enough, he reached between his legs and adjusted his manhood so that the tip was facing up. It should have been a fairly simple task, pointing the head in the right direction, but the moment Sasuke's hand touched his engorged penis, Neji's hips bucked uncontrollably between the palm at his crotch and the tongue at his ass and it wasn't long before he came, staining his pretty, silk panties.

Drained, he laid himself to rest atop the manager's desk, trying to catch his breath and far too weak to fight or argue when the man behind him divested him of his dirty undies. Sasuke savoured every detailed moment as he unclasped the garter belt and, ever so slowly, slipped the underwear down his legs and, like the kink he was, he brought the wet fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply before storing the precious treasure in his pants pocket. The Uchiha hissed loudly, every muscle in his body drawing taut as his hand brushed a little too close to the large tent in his pants and he gave himself an adjustment through his close-fitting jeans to help ease the pain.

'Not yet,' he urged his little soldier to be patient, but the member was primed for action, its one track mind focused on the mission at hand, but Sasuke knew that if he sent it into battle it would charge into an immediate infiltration and depredate Neji's hidden cache.

'Of course,' the damned thing seemed to respond, twitching somewhat angrily. 'Is there any other strategy that's guaranteed my victory?'

Sasuke raised one side of his mouth in vexation. 'Selfish cock!'

The shoes were next. The first one he set aside somewhere behind him, the second, he observed curiously, amazed that Neji could walk, much less stand, wearing these things. Anyone else would have considered what he did next sick but as Sasuke lifted it closer to his face to admire the aromatic cocktail of new leather, still fresh from the box, and the Hyuuga's natural body moisture. He could also taste the poingant spice of eucalyptus on the back of his tongue and he surmised it was a brand of soothing foot cream women usually wore to keep their heels soft and prevent cracking. The second shoe joined the first and Sasuke took one of Neji's feet into his hands next. Either they'd exfoliated him as part of the dress-up, or Neji gave himself routine pedicures as part his personal hygiene because the soles of his feet were unbelievably smooth, even through the fine stockings. He gave the other foot a gentle massage as well and was rewarded with the adorable sounds of satisfied moaning from Neji.

Sasuke grazed his fingertips along the lean expanse of his legs and they hovered at the band of lace while he debated with himself whether to take them off or leave them. He made the letter decision and opted to keep the skirt on as well. As much as he wouldn't mind seeing the Hyuuga stripped bare and naked, it was sexier this way.

Sasuke slowly rose to his feet, his movements hindered by the stiffness in his pants, then lifted his exhausted lover from the desk and held him, back against his chest. Neji practically melted into his arms and Sasuke found he fit easier into his embrace now that he was back to his accustomary height. Neji's body was lax from orgasm, his mind fogged with pleasure and, as eager as Sasuke was to take him 'all the way', he forced himself to be patient, guiding Neji down from his high with reassuring strokes to his waist. Eventually, his breathing returned to a slow and even pace and he became aware of his shoe-less and panty-less state. An unbearable tingle spread from his face to his shoulders and he knew he was blushing profusely. Sasuke saw the change in colour, felt him shift with uncertainty and, to ease his troubled conscious he asked, "Neji, are you okay with this?"

Hyuuga paused, deeply pondering the question but the extended moment it took for him to formulate an answer was the most uncomfortable length of time Sasuke had to endure.

"Yeah," he nodded confidently. "It's okay if it's you," and he turned so he could face the other man, just to be sure it was really him.

Sasuke's body sagged with immense relief. He was afraid he'd to gone too far, too fast and allowed his lust to cloud his better judgment, then Neji kissed him, as if to take the very breath from his lungs, and Sasuke abandoned all second thoughts.

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