An Indecent Affair

First of all I want to apologize for leaving everyone hanging like this but for the past week I've been having trouble writing, almost like I forgot how and I've been feeling really incompetent and I was having trouble finding the right words and it was becoming more difficult to express myself properly. I've also started a few other fanfics so while I'm working on each fic none of them are being completed, ha...this is what I didn't want to happen.

Anyway, I'm slowly getting back into it and I managed to finish this chapter and I've already started the next chapter in my other fic plus the first chapter for another fic I'd like to post sometime soon.


I also doodled this while waiting for a friend: http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t29/_ClaireBear_ficpics/IA.jpg

Yes, Neji looks like a child in the first panel, which kinda makes Sasuke look like a pedophile, lol. Anyway, that's as finished as its ever gonna get because I totally suck, I hate doing backgrounds and I never finish what I start...sorry.

Warning: Implied intimacy with a dead person *shudder*


Chapter 4
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His shoes clicked against the tiled floors, the sound echoed within the empty stairwell, like the hands on a clock, counting down each precious second, each step bringing him closer to a dreaded fate, like the condemned making his ascension towards the gallows.

His heart pounded in rhythm with the clatter of his heels beating harder and faster until it drowned out all else and pounded in his ears.

Fear gripped him when he reached out a sweaty palm to clutch at the doorknob and he froze for just a second. Within that second voices screamed at him, warning him not to enter, to turn and run away because he was fooling himself if he thought nothing untoward was awaiting him behind that door. His fingers tightened against the cold metal and when he turned the knob and slowly pushed against the door the voices ceased but his fear remained.

Neji swallowed hard and forced his face into the most stoic expression he could. He tried his best to hide his reservations behind that emotionless mask, he refused to give him the satisfaction of sensing his fear although he was sure the other man could hear his heart slamming against his chest over the loud hum of the air-conditioning unit.

He cordially greeted his boss and closed the door quietly behind him but he did not move from his spot and balled his hands into tight fists at his sides. He wanted to avoid...it...from happening again, he would do what he could to prevent it, he wasn't going to let him do it to him ever again and he shivered, more so in his determination than from the cold air.

Orochimaru beckoned to him and Neji took a cautious step forward.

'Move!' he commanded his legs and they took another reluctant step. Orochimaru's grin became wider and Neji cursed his disobedient body.

He knew the boy was terrified...and he had good reason to be.

The older man was patient as his unwilling employee trudged closer, ever so slowly. He didn't mind if the boy was stalling, he couldn't prevent the inevitable and if it took him all day to reach his desk then so be it because neither man was leaving this room until he'd 'sampled' the boy again.

His cock twitched expectantly and he urged it to wait just a little longer.

'Ah, Neji,' his mind reeled as his eyes greedily raked over the lithe form that gradually grew larger as he approached, his memory was already etching out each hard plateau and graceful curve of the naked body, sinfully hidden beneath the articles of clothing. His fingers itched to run along the paths he'd mapped out in his fantasies just last night and his impatient arousal pushed angrily against its own restraints.

Neji stopped just a few feet from the large desk and brazenly met lust-filled, yellow eyes. He wanted to look away, wanted to shut his eyes from that gaze that was devouring every inch of his body...his sanity but he forced himself to endure because if he cracked, if he folded, if he didn't defy him now he would never have the courage to defy him again.

He couldn't let him do this anymore.

Orochimaru instructed him to have a seat and Neji slipped into the same chair he'd occupied before, never taking his eyes from the other man. They stared at each other for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes before the older man finally spoke.

"Do you know why I've called you in here, Neji?" he asked.

Neji nodded once. "Mr. Ishida said you wanted to talk to me about the offer you made yesterday," he implied. If he remained business-like and kept this on a professional level then maybe it would stay on a professional level but he knew he was only fooling himself and Orochimaru confirmed that with an amused chuckle.

He'd let the boy remain in denial, he was actually quite cute when he played innocent.

Orochimaru rose from his high-backed, leather chair and Neji followed his every movement, his hands painfully gripped his arm-rests when the other man approached him and disappeared from view behind his chair.

Neji held his breath and his nerves wound taut like a bow as he waited, in suspense, for the man to pounce, like a prisoner expecting the powerful surge of electricity but not knowing when the switch would be flipped. He gritted his teeth together and strained to hear what the other man was doing behind him, listening for the rustling of clothing, the deep rumbling of laughter, the lock on the office door clicking into place...anything but he only heard the air-conditioner's monotonous whine.

Neji gasped when he felt warm breath caress his ear and his fingers dug into the sturdy arm supports as he forced himself not to flinch when moist lips pressed against his skin.

"The offer still stands," his voice was a low whisper.

"And so does my refusal," Neji ground out in an equally low tone.

Orochimaru chuckled and leaned closer until their cheeks were almost touching. "Are you apprehensive about taking the position because I'll be expecting sexual favours from you?"

He'd hit the nail on the head, that was exactly what Neji thought...no knew was going to happen. Neji wasn't stupid, the only reason Orochimaru offered him that promotion was because he wanted a play-thing, he wanted him for his body, not his aptitudes or his qualifications and that knowledge made him feel inadequate.

He knew it was too good to be true. For the first time in his life, a golden opportunity had fallen right into his lap, the prospect of a better and easier life had been handed to him and he'd finally be able to shape his destiny into what he wanted, no longer having to conform to the prosaic course which his life flowed, but at what cost?

Neji would love to tell him what he could do with that contract. He wasn't some cheap office-slut, he didn't need to degrade himself to climb the corporate ladder because even though his self-worth had been stripped from him he still had some dignity left.

Orochimaru clicked his tongue against his teeth when the boy remained silent and he placed one hand upon his shoulder. The muscles clenched at the unwanted contact and he heard a small noise catch in the back of his throat like a strangled whimper.

"There's no shame in accepting," he persuaded, fully aware of Neji's reservations and his hand began to slowly massage the coiled tendons, bunched beneath his soft, cotton shirt. "Whether you sign or not makes no difference to me either way because it won't have any affect on our little...'relationship', but at least you'd be receiving a bigger salary so why does it matter?"

Neji jumped out of his chair, surprising them both, and spun around to face Orochimaru who was now straightening to his full height. "It does matter, at least to me," he shouted back angrily. "Because no matter how you look at it, I'd still be whoring myself whether you say so or not and another thing; this little 'relationship' of ours," he spat with disgust, "ends right now!"

There, he'd done it, he finally used the backbone God had given him and he'd confronted this demon and rebuked him, so then, why didn't he feel redeemed?

Orochimaru laughed loudly as if he'd been told a particularly funny joke and Neji felt a chill creep along his spine. Why hadn't he taken him seriously? Neji thought he'd been perfectly austere and the murderous look he was giving him should have alerted the other man that he wasn't playing around.

He soon grew tired of him finding amusement at his expense and Neji headed towards the door to leave, as far as he was concerned, he was done here, but when he walked past his employer he immediately stopped laughing and a hand shot forward to grab him painfully by his arm. Neji winced and cursed himself for not realizing his mistake sooner. He should have taken the long way around instead of moving so close to him or at least made a mad dash for the door.

He tried to yank his arm free but Orochimaru just grinned at his vain attempt. "Let go of me," he warned and his impudence was punished with a crushing squeeze on his flesh that was sure to leave a bruise. He winced and managed to keep the pained yell inside but he stopped struggling and dared to look over at his captor whose eyes were now devouring his torso. Orochimaru's free hand reached out to cup his crotch and Neji stepped back as far as his captured arm would allow. "Don't touch me," he growled.

With a powerful tug, Orochimaru pulled the boy towards him until they were flush against each other. Neji gasped in surprise as the air was knocked out of him and he brought his hands up in an attempt to push him away but his long arms were already around his waist and his large hands were now splayed across his firm ass and were eagerly kneading both mounds. Hungry lips attached themselves to a smooth, pale neck and Neji cried out when sharp teeth nibbled none too gently upon his sensitive flesh.

"St-stop it," he pleaded with a groan and made greater effort to shove the other man away. Orochimaru saw his resistance as a minor nuisance and as much as he enjoyed having him plead and squirm against him he wanted the boy to be a willing participant. He didn't expect that would be the case anytime soon though and as much as his loins burned to have the boy call out his name as he came he knew it was going to take quite a bit of training and breaking in before he became his playful little puppet.

Orochimaru sighed happily as he thought about all the lessons he had to teach him and the disciplinary actions he would take whenever his new pet was disobedient and he ground his throbbing erection against the boy's stomach at the images of a naked and collared Neji, on all fours, being whipped mercilessly on that perfect, little ass of his.

Neji's stomach churned as that offensive member grazed against him and he tried to think of something, anything he could say or do to bring this to a halt before it got any further. He couldn't break free, Orochimaru was too strong and they were too close for him to utilize his legs for any means of self-defense. Neji tried to dig his nails, as hard as he could, into the other man's skin but they were neither long nor sharp enough and the most Orochimaru felt was a dull piercing on his shoulders.

He'd played with the boy's neck long enough and his lips left a slimy trail of warm saliva as he kissed along his jaw-line and made his way towards his mouth. Neji folded his lips between his teeth and Orochimaru chuckled at this. Not to be dissuaded, he ran his tongue over the thin line and attempted to force his way through the barricade but Neji remained stead-fast. Growing impatient he brought his hand to his victim's crotch again and squeezed hard, causing him to yelp and attempt to back away but he tugged him closer by his testicles as if he were on a leash.

"Kiss me!" was the husky command, punctuated by another firm tug sending a wave of pain crashing through his body. He involuntarily parted his lips and the other man growled victoriously before brutally ravaging his reluctant mouth. Orochimaru tilted his head slightly and tried to coax the boy into co-operating but Neji remained immobile and closed his eyes against the sickening feeling churning within his stomach.

It was disappointing. He'd wanted the boy to kiss him back, to coyly graze those exquisite lips against his own but he knew he shouldn't expect any kind of compliance so soon.

Orochimaru sighed dejectedly and his breath mingled with Neji's. It was better than nothing and although he remained stiff and unresponsive those pale lips that were steadily becoming pink under the abuse were warm and moist, not cold and lifeless like a corpse's. He knew from first-hand experience how unsatisfying that was and he grinned maliciously at the morbid memory.

It was all in the past now and fate had been kind enough to give him a second chance, it also meant he'd have to start all over again but the journey itself was often times more enjoyable than the destination.

Orochimaru broke the kiss and he heard the boy sigh with relief. His salacious, yellow eyes met a defiant, pale pair and he took a good, long look. He was going to miss those eyes, the burning hatred, the determination to resist him, the almost murderous intent, a stark difference from the fear and uncertainty of yesterday and as much of a turn-on this new attitude was he preferred to have him submissive and obsequious.

He knew it was still too early to begin their 'training' and if he moved too quickly or subjugated him too soon he'd end up with the squalid remains of a human being, an empty shell that did whatever it was told without complaint or emotion and Orochimaru didn't want that so he'd have to be more careful this time and watch closely for the first signs of psychological detachment.

"Take off your clothes."

Neji shot him a look that clearly said he was crazy and he pushed the man away from him but only because Orochimaru allowed him to. "No!" he said with great finality and folded his arms across his chest.

He sighed in mock disappointment and Neji knew he was patronizing him. He didn't have to ask when he could just as easily rip the clothes from his body and Neji didn't know why he was suddenly issuing commands as if he expected him to obey.

"Do as I say, Hyuuga," he ordered in a stern voice although the grin plastered on his face revealed he was more entertained than annoyed.

"No, I won't let you do this to me anymore," he said, his voice quivering slightly.

Orochimaru feigned ignorance, "Do what?"

His voice had trouble sounding out the words and his lips hesitated in their attempt to form them. "R-Rape me."

"If you allow yourself to enjoy it then it won't be rape, now would it, Neji?"

"No, I'll never...It will always be rape, I don't want you touching me, I don't like it when you touch me," and he shuddered at the memory of those lecherous hands roaming all over his body.

"Eventually, you will," he assured and raised one hand to caress the boy's cheek. Neji slapped it away and Orochimaru raised a surprised eyebrow.

"I said I don't want you touching me anymore," he reiterated firmly.

Orochimaru scowled and Neji cowered before the vicious expression on his face. Was he going to force himself on him again? He knew he wasn't strong enough to fight him but he was going to have to try.

He waited, his body tensed defensively, expecting him to pounce at any moment but he never did, instead he walked over to his desk and picked up a remote which he aimed at the television in the far-off corner. Orochimaru settled into his seat and gestured for the young boy to watch the images on the screen.

Neji's heart stopped and his breath caught in his throat when his wide eyes rested on the two figures copulating within the small, black box. He brought a shaky hand up to cover his mouth and he shook his head in disbelief, wanting to look away but unable to tear his eyes from the screen. His mind was already replaying each scene again in great detail with help from the visual stimulus and even though there was no sound his imagination volunteered to supply the screams everytime he opened his mouth and having to relive that nightmare in two different mediums at the same time was too much for him.

Orochimaru found it hard to tear his eyes away from the screen too, he was surprised he'd managed to get such good footage from that hidden camera. It had never failed him before but he hadn't used it in quite some time so he was uncertain if it still worked anymore.

He chanced a glance at his co-star and was pleased to find him petrified with shock. He hadn't meant to introduce black-mail, he'd made the tape for his personal, viewing pleasure only but Neji forced him to play this trump card. "You're quite the actor, Neji," he said more so to himself than the other boy in the room. "Such a dedicated worker, so helpful, so quiet and reserved, no one would ever guess that you like it rough."

Neji's shoulders drooped and Orochimaru's smile broadened. When he said it like that, it would appear to the untrained eye that it was nothing more than an 'office-rape-fantasy' kind of porno especially since he had particular scenes 'creatively' edited.

"I imagine something like this would be very damaging to your professional image," he added as a side note. "I'm sure it would make it very hard for you to find work, and even if you did I doubt you'd be hired for what's in your...resume."

Orochimaru turned off the television with a press of a button and as the screen flashed blank. Neji's countenance appeared to flicker with it and he snapped out of his trance yet continued to stare at the residual image burned into the glass. His hand dropped from his face to side and his fingers curled into tight fists.

He was surprised the boy remained so defiant even after all this. He'd expected him to be on his knees, groveling before him and willing to trade his soul to prevent that tape from falling into the wrong hands. They always did that, it never failed, that was why he found it quite interesting that it didn't have the usual effect on the Hyuuga boy and he knew, in that instant, that he was definitely a keeper.

"Take off your clothes."

Neji raised shaky hands to the buttons on his shirt but they shook with rage and not from humiliation or fear. Oh, he was humiliated and he did have a reason to be afraid, but right now he was seething in so much hatred and disgust towards the other man that it was the only thing he could feel at the moment.

He felt trapped, like a bird in a cage, desperately wanting its freedom but unable to destroy the lock. How long would he be kept in captivity? How long before his master grew weary of his song and set him free?

How the hell did he get himself into this mess?

Neji affixed him with a stony glare, unable to tell him exactly how he felt through the bile rising at the back of his throat so he allowed his eyes to communicate his disdain. Orochimaru read it, was familiar with that look and smiled triumphantly as the boy had no choice but to resign himself in defeat.

He wasn't seductive, he didn't expect him to be, he wasn't slow either and he almost ripped the buttons off the fabric in his haste to divest himself of his clothes. Neji shrugged out of his shirt and balled it in his hands before throwing it to the ground. He kicked off his shoes and his hands fumbled at the belt for just a moment before he yanked it free and flung it to the floor, the buckle thudding noisily against the carpet.

He bit his lip and a soft blush tinted his cheeks against his will. Neji unfastened his fly and hooked his thumbs into his pants and boxers and in one fluid motion, removed them both. He stepped out of the bundle at his feet, toeing out of his socks as well then stood there, in the middle of the room, in all his naked glory.

Orochimaru's mouth watered at the magnificent body and he licked his lips as he took in the charming face, flushed with anger; the narrow chest heaving with each furious breath he took, the thin, long arms with white, knuckled fists hanging low at his sides and that cute little cock, nestled peacefully between his legs. It seemed to contract against him in reflex and Orochimaru wasn't sure if it was from the cold or the intensity of his gaze.

"Come here," he ordered and Neji all but stomped over to him. He reached out to take the boy's hand and pull him closer and he felt him flinch as if he wanted to pull away but had to force himself no to. He pulled him down until he was kneeling between his legs and Orochimaru watched the repulsed expression on his face as he unzipped his pants and freed his throbbing erection from its confines.

"Suck it," was all he said and Neji swallowed hard at the task that lay before him.

He inched closer and was overcome by the strong scent of his sweat and arousal and he hesitantly pressed his lips against the slightly purple head, eliciting a soft moan from Orochimaru. He parted his lips and slowly took the head into his mouth and the other man lifted his hips slightly to push himself deeper inside. Neji took a deep breath and cringed inwardly when he inhaled his musky odor and tried so hard not to throw up.

He'd never given a blow-job before, he'd never even received one so he had no idea how to go about doing it properly, not that he even wanted to do it properly. Orochimaru's fingers threaded through his hair and he fisted his hands against his scalp and forced his head lower until the tip of his shaft grazed against the rook of his mouth and he groaned loudly when his sensitive head rubbed against the ridged surface.

Neji gagged and his tongue brushed against the tiny slit, tasting his salty precum and he tried to close his mouth in reflex but his teeth bit into the hard flesh causing Orochimaru to hiss.

He yanked the boy roughly by his hair and pulled him away and Neji gasped in pain and relief when his cock slipped out of his mouth. Orochimaru shot him a warning glare which Neji countered with a menacing glare of his own.

"Do it properly," he scolded and admonished him with another sharp tug. Neji closed his eyes against the pain and his breath escaped on a hiss through his gritted teeth.

"I've never done this before," he spat. Orochimaru's features appeared to soften and he freed one hand from the boy's silken locks to caress a smooth cheek.

There was so much he had to teach him.

"No teeth," he said simply and pulled Neji closer to his need once again. He opened his mouth to take his erection while glowering at him through thin slits. His defiant gaze never faltered even as Orochimaru showed him how to move his head in a slow, bobbing motion because he wanted the man to have a constant reminder that he was doing this against his will and that he was not enjoying it but Orochimaru didn't care at all at this point and his insolent expression only spurred on his desire even more.

Neji's dug his fingers into his knees and relished at the tiny stabs of pain as he fought hard within himself to not clamp his teeth hard and bite his dick clean off. His tongue brushed against the veiny underside and he heard Orochimaru moan loudly this time.

His breath came in strangled pants and his fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair and Neji assumed he was getting close to his release. He tried to pull away but Orochimaru's hold only tightened and Neji started to panic.

There was no way he was going to...

The young brunette put his palms against the other man's hard thighs and used them for momentum to push away but the other man was much too strong and instead he pulled the boy closer while thrusting his hips upwards and the round head slammed against the back of Neji's throat causing him to gag.

Orochimaru sent him a warning glance and Neji's eyes almost pleaded with him not to do it. He grinned at the small traces of fear within those pale depths and it was enough to send him over the edge.

Neji felt hot liquid splash against his tongue and along the insides of his mouth and he screamed, the sound muffled against the stiff rod shooting long strings of cum inside his moist cavern. He squirmed against him and tried to pull away but even when he was caught up in the heady throes of his release he didn't slacken his hold on the boy's head.

Orochimaru rocked his hips a few more times, riding out his post-orgasmic haze and he brought his other hand under Neji's chin to clamp his mouth firmly around his softening cock so that his semen would remain inside as he slowly pulled out.

"Swallow it!"

Neji looked as if he was going to be sick and he closed his eyes and tried to let the thick fluid slide along the back of his tongue. It was quite alot and he hadn't expected it would be so much. A small amount trickled down his throat but the taste was so bitter that he brought it back up along with the bagel he'd consumed earlier.

Orochimaru was disappointed and he rose from his seat to stand next to the boy whose body was racked with convulsions and trying desperately to recover from a coughing fit. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and gasped when he felt strong hands grasp him by his hips and lift him to his feet. He turned him around so they were now face to face and Orochimaru dipped his head to take his lips in a rough kiss.

Neji was surprised, not to mention disgusted, that he wanted to kiss him after he'd just thrown up and that knowledge made him feel nauseous again.

Orochimaru pulled away. "Kiss me, Neji. Pretend I'm that precious, little girlfriend of yours and kiss me."

He balked at the request and Orochimaru grinned wickedly as all colour drained from his round face. He didn't give him a chance to compound on the issue and claimed his lips again. Neji stared blankly at the other man who was too close for him to see his face properly. It didn't help if kept his eyes opened so he closed them and tried to imagine it was Ten-Ten who had her lips pressed firmly against his.

It didn't work.

She was never this aggressive and her tongue was a little more clumsy, not so rough and he knew that no matter how hard he tried he'd never substitute this repulsive man for his beloved Ten-Ten.

Orochimaru tasted the faint traces of his essence and Neji's sickness on the boy's tongue that shyly flicked against his own and even though he was kissing him back it still wasn't enough. He broke the kiss and pushed the boy against the table until he was sitting on the edge then reached out his fingers between his legs and began to fondle Neji's penis. Neji whimpered and brought his legs close together in reflex and placed his hands on his shoulders as if to push him away.

"Just try to enjoy it," the older man purred and cupped his face with his free hand. Orochimaru saw the humiliation evident on the boy's face and his blush became noticeably darker.

Neji closed his eyes and bit his lip, a low groan trapped within his mouth and Orochimaru imagined he was trying to think of something erotic, maybe even that little bitch of his but in actuality he was trying to think of anything besides her.

He knew Orochimaru wanted to watch him reach an orgasm, was sure he wasn't going to let him leave until he did and after nearly five minutes of stroking and caressing his flaccid and disinterested member he grew impatient and grabbed one of Neji's hands to bring it to his own crotch.

"I want to watch you pleasure yourself," he whispered. If Neji wasn't going to get off by his hand then maybe he'd get off on his own.

The young man froze and shot him an incredulous look but the raw lust in his eyes told Neji that he wasn't joking. He leaned back against the table and parted his legs slightly but Orochimaru lifted him by his thighs and planted his feet far apart until he lay spread-eagled and exposed on his desk.

The blush spread to his ears and Neji supported himself on one elbow while he tried to stimulate some life into his nether regions. It was no good. No matter how hard he tried, not that he was attempting to do a good job or give the man an impressive show, his phallus refused to co-operate and Neji envied its obstinance.

Orochimaru was frustrated but it wasn't an entirely lost effort, just watching the boy touch himself was enough to make him hard again and as much as he would have liked to see him hard and quivering in his hands and watch him shoot his creamy load onto his stomach he knew that , in time, the boy would be masturbating for him and crying out his name when he reached his peak.

He just had to be patient.

Orochimaru pulled him roughly off the desk and spun him around until he was facing the other way. There was no preparation, no warning as Neji was suddenly shoved forward and entered raw.

An ear-splitting scream was wrenched from his throat and his insides burned as they were stretched far apart and tender wounds stung as they were reopened again by the ruthless invasion. He retracted his hips before slamming into that tight heat again relinquishing another tortured yell from Neji.

His movements came faster, harder as he listened to those strained sobs and watched his body shudder with each painful thrust.

Neji didn't know how much time had passed, how much longer this was going to last, all he knew was that he wanted it to end but Orochimaru had been driving into him incessantly for what seemed like forever and Neji imagined that even when this day became nothing but a tragic memory he'd still be able to feel it, hard and relentless inside him.

One hand released it's vice grip on a hard hip and fished around inside a side-drawer to produce a small pocket knife, he maintained his rapid momentum even as he leaned forward and cut a thin, horizontal line across his shoulder blade. Neji winced at the slight pain, but it was nothing compared to the agonized aching in the lower-half of his body so he hardly felt it.

Orochimaru gasped at the thin sliver of dark-red liquid that broke the surface of that flawless, white skin and he groaned loudly and bucked his his hips harder against Neji. It was a sin to mar such beauty but he'd be able to live with it since any scarring wouldn't be too noticeable. He dipped his head to secure his lips around the break in his flesh and gasped when his tongue flicked against the cut to taste the metallic liquid.

He suckled hard on it, drawing in as much blood as the tiny slit would allow. His world spun as he drank from him and he clamped his teeth around the opening and bit hard in an attempt to draw more of the crimson nectar to the surface.

"Nooo!" Neji groaned as he bit and suckled on his shoulder and he pressed the pads of his finger tips into the hard, wooden table.

'Stop, just please...make it stop,' he prayed. He didn't know how much more of this he could take, the physical abuse, the mental degradation and the hopelessness of the entire situation, he couldn't take it any more!

Real tears came then, not the thin slivers that had stung at the corner of his eyes and crept slowly down his cheeks earlier, it was an admittance of helplessness of a psychological destitution that this was all there is, all there ever would be and even if it ended tomorrow, even if he got tired of him and discarded him like a toy he grew bored of this...this would always remain.

He'd never be the same, he'd be lying if he thought he could survive this and forget it with time. He'd be lying to himself if he said he could pretend like it never happened.

But he'd been lying to himself all along and it took this...this torment to ruefully shake him awake to the naked truth.

Sometime during his solemn musings, Orochimaru had found his second release and was now making his retreat. Neji grimaced as he slowly pulled out and the thick residue of his unadulterated lust slipped out of his bruised opening mixed with thin traces of blood.

Without his large frame pressing him into the table, Neji's legs, which were too weak to support him, collapsed taking the young man with him. He slumped to the floor in a pitiable heap at the other man's feet and Orochimaru laughed at him as he adjusted his fly.

This time, he left him there on the floor while he resumed his work, it was like having a loyal pet laying at his heels and Orochimaru felt a certain dominance over the boy. His wretched sobs were like a titillating song to him and every time his cries started to abate all Orochimaru had to do was reach out and touch him and he'd curl into a little ball and begin crying all over again.

It was something he knew he'd never grow tired of.

He really should have left, he should have been dressed and out of his office a long time ago. Orochimaru found it extremely hard to work with the smell of sex lingering in the air, the sight of his exquisite body lying on the floor and the sounds of his lovely voice ringing in his ears. It was too enticing and he soon developed the need to have him again.

Neji fought earnestly this time, forgetting about the tape and the proposition of black-mail. Orochimaru didn't mind, he quite liked having the boy squirm and writhe helplessly beneath him, it spurred him on even more and elevated his domineering position over him as he captured him by his wrists and held his arms high over his head and looked down into his tear-streaked and agonized face.

He didn't last very long this time, as the stimulation on most of his senses was too intense but every second his lips touched Neji's, every second his fingers caressed his skin, every second his insatiable member spent inside his unwilling body was one second too long.

When he lifted himself away from him this time, Neji didn't hesitate, he didn't allow himself to grovel or mire in his self-pity. He dressed as quickly as his unsteady limbs would allow and made a hasty retreat back downstairs leaving behind an extremely amused Orochimaru.

He had to grip the side-rails as he made his descent, walking had been bothersome last time but this time it was almost unbearable and even though he carefully took each step, one at a time, a sharp stab of pain would pierce his body from his feet, along his spine, straight to his head.

He was fortunate enough to avoid his supervisor for the rest of the day because he knew the perceptive man would only ask him why he was walking funny. He was also lucky that the dark stranger that was looming around earlier was gone and he was extremely grateful for that because he'd had enough of one Uchiha for today and he sure as hell didn't need the advances of another.

He shuddered when he suddenly remembered his large, calloused hand against his neck and the broad thumb that grazed across the tiny mark. His hand reached up subconsciously to its hiding place as if to brush away that hand and Neji frowned when an unwarranted shiver crept along his spine.

He appeared to be a brash individual, obnoxious and callous but his touch had been so soft, almost compassionate, not like Orochimaru's which was demanding and avaricious.

Why was he suddenly comparing the two? They'd both put their hands on him without his consent and he was sure if it had been the younger Uchiha he was working for that he'd end up doing the same things to him.

One abusive Uchiha was enough he didn't need two, actually, he didn't want any.

'What am I supposed to do now?' he asked himself. The impertinent voices that had kept his company were surprisingly silent this time and they didn't have to say it but he knew they were telling him since he was responsible for this problem then he'd have to solve it himself.

Quitting seemed like the most logical solution but with the threat of blackmail looming over his head along with the thought of disappointing Ten-Ten by failing at yet another job didn't sit very well with him, and what if he happened to leak the contents of that tape and Ten-Ten saw it? How would she react to that?

There was no way he could allow this rape to continue after he married her so what would happen if, or when she eventually saw it? Would she leave him? Would she understand?

There were too many uncertainties, too much at stake. He loved her, he didn't deserve her but he didn't want to lose her. Was he prepared to continue being this man's sex-toy even after he was married and raising his family? Could he live with the guilt of having an affair just so he could keep her by his side? Would that be fair to her?

No...it wouldn't...

Neji shook his head to dispel the dismal path his thoughts were taking. He needed to think about this, he needed to sort this out and he got his chance when the guys decided to ask him out for 'Happy Hour', just out of courtesy, even though they expected him to say 'No!'.

They were thoroughly surprised when he accepted and the group escorted him to a little bar just a few blocks away. They chattered about family and friends and upcoming holidays and as the evening transformed into night their 'Happy Hour' became an informal office party and they managed to talk the bar owner into setting up the karaoke machine earlier than usual.

He obliged after they pooled together their funds and paid him for it's exclusive use and drunk business men and their tipsy secretaries belted out off-key oldies and butchered love ballads.

Neji slipped away, unnoticed, into an empty booth so he could be alone with his thoughts that had competition with a young woman who screeched out the lyrics to 'Stand by Your Man' in a key Neji was sure didn't even exist.

She stopped singing for a moment and everyone raised their glasses when a highly-respected dignitary entered the bar. He heard his work-mates address him as 'Mr. Uchiha' and Neji's body cringed and he groaned inwardly when he assumed the man had come to offer him another 'ride' home.

A tall figure approached his table and slipped into the seat just across from him but Neji ignored him and stared into the bottom of his half-empty glass. A large hand reached out and long fingers wrapped around the tumbler and Neji's pale eyes followed it as it was dragged across the table and lifted to thin lips pulled back into an arrogant grin splayed across the face of the young Uchiha male who had pulled the same stunt just a few hours ago.

He cringed when the cold beverage washed over his tastebuds and he made a face while he stared at the contents in the glass as if he'd just consumed poison and Neji found himself wishing it was.

Amused onyx eyes observed him intently and Neji quietly met his gaze with an annoyed glare.

"Bad day at work?" he asked casually.

Neji sighed and looked down at his hands that were clasped together on the table. He had no idea.

He missed when the stranger grinned at him. "Aww, poor baby," he mocked in a patronizing tone of voice. "C'mon, it couldn't have been that bad. You got to fuck your boss didn't you and I'm sure that was the highlight of your day."

His head snapped up and eyes flew wide open, his lips parted slightly and his breath hitched in his throat and his spine stiffened. He slowly looked over at the man across the table and Neji saw that look again in those dark eyes, that look he gave him earlier after he slapped him, that look that made him feel like he was lower than trash.

Neji flashed him an icy glare and rose to his feet. Not only did he not need to deal with his condescending attitude, he didn't want to deal with anymore Uchihas for the rest of the day.

"Sit down!"

It was a terse command, in a low tone, reinforced with an unspoken 'or else'. He didn't know why he obeyed, he didn't want to, he'd been bossed around enough for the day but now he was too tired to fight back, and every time he tried it seemed he was forced to comply anyway.

Neji gingerly settled into his seat again and the other man had the audacity to laugh out loud at his discomfort. He didn't appreciate his obnoxious behavior and let him know by shooting daggers into his dark head.

"For someone who's been climbing to the top on the dicks of his supervisors, you don't take it up the ass very well do you?" he sneered and swirled the remains of the drink, the ice clinking noisily against the glass.

"What do you mean?" It didn't make any sense feigning ignorance about what happened in his employer's office this afternoon because, apparently, he already knew about it but his accusation that he was doing this just to win favours with him didn't sit well with Neji and he wondered if he also knew about the promotion.

He did.

"I saw the contract drawn up for you, it's pretty fucking impressive if you ask me, especially for someone who's only been with the company for what?...less than a month?" he asked him as if to confirm that's he'd recalled correctly and when Neji said nothing he continued. "I also noticed that this is the end of the second day and you haven't signed it. Are you waiting for them to sweeten the deal, Hyuuga?" He slammed the glass onto the table and leaned closer. "What are you waiting for? An office with a view? A private bathroom? A company car? Just how much is that pretty little ass of yours worth, huh?"

Neji seethed and for the briefest moment he thought he saw red. How dare this man accuse him of being the one thing he refused to become even under the circumstances, how dare he assume that he was doing this for special treatment or personal gain. He didn't know what happened behind that door, he didn't know how much he was suffering, how much he was willing to sacrifice. He didn't fucking know so how dare he look down his self-righteous nose at him.

"Depends?" he drolled in the most seductive voice he could muster, and coyly tiled his head to one side. "What are you offering me?"

He got the desired response. His dark eyes drew into tiny slits and Neji could see the disdain bubbling within them. If he wanted to think he was some cheap slut, then he'd let him think he was some cheap slut. He was probably just pissed that Orochimaru got first dibs anyway.

The stranger chuckled and he leaned back against his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "Me? I can't lay a hand on you as long as you belong to him," he spat.

"I don't belong to anyone," Neji retaliated.

He raised a dark eyebrow. "Oh no? Then explain why you're being given a position just below his? Explain why you were in his office for over an hour and a half 'discussing' your 'contract' then explain that mark you wear like a collar around your neck."

A pale hand automatically flew to the bruise in question as if to hide it from view even though it was already covered by his shirt. Neji bit his lip and he felt the familiar sting of the promise of tears that he'd grown accustomed to within these few, short days. He wasn't going to cry...he couldn't, not in front of him, but the misguided evidence presented in the third-degree along with the alcohol that had already numbed his resolve prevented him from avoiding that breaking-point and he knew that it wouldn't take much before he was pushed off the edge.

His interrogator waited patiently for him to respond but when he didn't jump on the defensive or tell him to 'mind his own damned business' he became suspicious but when the young man stifled a sob and quickly swiped away invisible tears, he wondered if his immediate impression of him was wrong.

Neji composed himself and combed shaky fingers through his hair before looking up to meet uncertain, black eyes.

"Why do you let him do it?"

Neji sniffled and tried to turn off the images that replayed in his mind. "I don't have a choice," he whispered softly.

"Bullshit!" he spat. "Let him fuck you or don't let him fuck you, what's so hard about that?"

He shook his head and his soft hair caught and reflected the dim, yellow glow of the over-head light fixture. "You don't understand. And the reason I didn't sign that contract was because I didn't want to."

The other man raised one hand to tap his index finger against his chin. "So let me get this straight," he finally said and pointed the same finger in Neji's direction. "You turn down a promotion and a raise even though that sick bastard is still gonna end up fucking you?"

Neji nodded his head sadly and Sasuke shook his head in disbelief. "I don't know if to call you a fucking idiot or a fucking masochist."

"Call me what you will but one thing you can't call me is a slut," he argued, taking great offense to what he just said. "There are more important things to me than money, but I don't expect someone like you would understand that."

He was taken aback by that outburst, no doubt, but it was refreshing to have someone stand up to him besides his brother for a change. Everyone was always kissing his ass and licking his feet, so he'd almost forgotten what it was like to be challenged by another human being.

This boy was quite interesting, one minute he was on the verge of tears and the next he was aggressive and pugnacious and his cheek tingled as a reminder where he'd slapped him earlier today.

"Touche," he conceded with a shrug. "You don't have to put up with that you know."

"Oh really?" he scoffed.

"Come work for me."

Neji was a little disoriented by the sudden direction their conversation was now facing and his offer hadn't quite sunk in nor did it make any sense to him. "Excuse me?" he asked, expecting the man to repeat himself.

"I said, 'Come work for me'." He saw the skepticism, understood why the boy would be hesitant and he was honest when he revealed his ulterior motive. "If you work for me he can't lay a finger on you."

Neji clearly didn't believe him but he saw the tiniest spark of hope ignite behind his pale eyes but as soon as it appeared, it vanished.

"What makes you so sure of that?" he inquired.

"Like I said: I can't touch you if you belong to him but it also works the other way. Work for me and he can't touch you. Simple."

He was shot a look of pure incredulity and he didn't seem to realize that he'd just addressed him as if he were an object and didn't understand why Neji was suddenly very offended.

"Oh okay, so if I work for you Orochimaru can't have sex with me, is that what you're saying?"

He nodded once and Neji bristled.

"So what...you guys have something against sharing? Are you afraid you'll pick up each other's germs or some such shit like that?"

It was odd to hear him use that kind of language, it didn't seem appropriate for his character and he wondered if it was something that occurred only when he was extremely upset.

"Kinda," he admitted absently and brushed away at some lint on his dark shirt. "Orochimaru, my brother and I have an unspoken agreement where we don't share each other's things."

"Things?"

He nodded.

"Things?" Neji shrieked.

"Yeah things, are you deaf?"

Neji laughed and the dark stranger imagined it would have been the most harmonious sound he'd ever heard...if it wasn't so creepy.

"So, I become your 'possession' and Orochimaru can't touch me, kiss me or fuck me?"

He was a little uncomfortable with the detailed descriptions and he had to try hard not to encourage any mental images. He nodded his head and Neji continued.

"So when I become your 'thing' what's to stop you from doing the same things he did to me?"

He grinned widely at that. "I won't force myself on you, if that's what you mean," he drawled and when he saw the disbelief etched into that round face he shrugged an uncaring shoulder. "You'll just have to take my word for it."

He rose from his seat and fished into his rear, pants pocket to retrieve his wallet where he dug out a small, red business card and placed it face-up on the desk before the other man. "Give me a call if you change your mind," he said and before turning to leave he added, "Oh, and I'll need your answer by five o'clock tomorrow morning, after then, the deal's off."

He turned on his heel and abandoned their table, disappearing among the group of inebriated workers. Neji looked down at the rectangular card and picked it up so he could hold it close enough to read under the poor lighting.

So, his mysterious admirer was named Sasuke Uchiha.

It had a nice ring to it but it didn't sound like the kind of name one would associate with a guardian angel or a knight in shining amour and as far as he was concerned, one Uchiha was just as bad as the other so what did it matter if one raped him over the other?

He wouldn't be needing this 'Sasuke's' 'help' or his card for that matter and Neji tore the small piece of paper into tiny little squares before sprinkling the pieces of confetti into the lone glass on the table before getting up from his seat and heading home.

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Yersi Fanel: My my, Sasuke is really something here; Even if I can’t say that I meet a lot of f his character I did get some important things. I have to say that the part when he reached Neji and looked of the bruise of his neck leave me with a “What the?...” face, it confused me, also the sudden rage after Neji was call, I think the right choice of question is “Does he knows something or what?...and if he does, how?” mystery, jajaja

ClaireBear: Hopefully this chapter explained why Sasuke was upset with Neji but it was just a misunderstanding.


inuyashalove: I like your story. Although, Orochimaru is a little creepy and obsessive of Neji; it's still a good story. I can't wait to read more.

ClaireBear: Orochimaru is obsessed with Neji for a particular reason...which hasn't been revealed yet...Muah

Tyra: I love this story!! I think I'm going to say that in every review.
Poor Neji.. Suffering so badly (How sweet.. Mmm..). Don't worry Neji, the ''good Uchiha's'' are going to help you.. I think. Heh.
Update soon. I wanna see (read) why Orochi wanted Neji to his office again. 8D
Keep writing.

ClaireBear: Yeah the Uchiha Bros. are gonna help, they sound like...superheroes or something, lol. I like to make Neji suffer too cuz he's one of my favourite characters (stupid curse seal) and we all know why Orochimaru called him into his office *wink, wink*.


BradenIsMyMonkey: Wow, okay. You really need to continue this story. I haven't read any Sasuke/Neji stories before, and so far I am liking this story. I always love to see my favorite characters suffer...^-^;; Update soon! Please.

ClaireBear: Yay! More Neji sadists. Glad you like this story. Thanks!


Well I'll really make an effort to keep writing but I, meh... I'll keep at it and I guess if anything needs adjusting I can go back and change it. Besides, practice makes perfect so everyone try their best too.