D/s Naruto

Chapter 83 (Monday 18 June 2007, afternoon)

God, this has to be the best Monday of my life, thought Neji, looking around Hiashi’s office with Kouji and Miriam, his uncle’s executive secretary. Uncle Hiashi slipping and falling in the water from Sai washing the Prowler—oh, lovely! And now to be acting for the old bastard until he recovered! He would show the old guy that he could run the company as good, if not even better than he! And he’d fuck Sai, the cause of his pain, right here in his office—on his desk, on his chair, on his credenza, on his toilet, his sink, in his little shower. Hell, he might fuck him on the table in the boardroom!

And Hiashi’s secretary, Miriam, would be working with Kouji, which would be good for the guy. Miriam was a cougar, and her ouvert sexuality worked well for Hiashi as it gave those who were impressed by such things the idea they were lovers. But of course Hiashi was too old for Miriam who hunted fresh, young meat. Poor Kouji would have to stay on his toes to avoid being fucked over his new temporary desk, her desk, the copy machine, etc. Hmm, the copy machine, Neji reflected, now that could be fun for Sai and me to play with!

But he shook his head after a while, trying to listen to Miriam’s words, but his thought returned to how working with his uncle’s secretary would be good for Kouji. It would be good because despite his new sexual fascination with Neji, the guy wasn’t gay, and Neji was taken. Oh, yes, he was all Sai’s, and no one but Sai’s. Even though he loved seeing his hair around Sai’s neck as a collar, he couldn’t wait to put the expensive collar he ordered from Naruto on Sai in a big ceremony showing off how beautifully Sai submitted. But Naruto had warned him that it would be a long time as he had some special orders backed up ahead of him, including the one Anko was having made for Hinata. Neji thought about them having a double ceremony—hmmm, that might work well. But the more he thought about it, the more he felt that really, it didn’t matter. He just wanted Sai—oh, god, did he want Sai! Fuck collars! Fuck ceremonies! He just wanted to fuck Sai, to see him tremble as he lost his control, to see those black eyes widen, to hear him moan.

Yet, when Sai lost his control, he rarely was content to stay submissive. He would take over the scene, take over Neji, and take Neji’s ass. Oh, god, just thinking about Sai thrusting into him, Neji found himself stiffening. And it didn’t even matter if Sai wasn’t thrusting into his ass. Last night, having promised to wash Neji’s hair in the morning, Sai had jerked off with Neji’s hair wrapped around his cock. Watching that cock thrusting in Sai’s own hands, into his hair, feeling the tugs on his hair, that alone had made Neji nearly come. But Sai hadn’t let him, not until he’d come himself, spraying in Neji’s hair. Later, he’d used that sticky, tangled hair to tie Neji’s wrists behind his neck—oh, god, dear god, after remembering that, he had to touch himself, had to talk to Sai.

Neji excused himself and locked himself into Hiashi’s elegant bathroom, which had a fan and a tv with all sorts of music channels he could use to cover the sounds of his masturbaton. Oh, god, that last time Sai had fucked him had been amazing—he’d been face down on the bed, his hands tied behind his neck with his cum-drenched hair, that huge cock splitting him apart, pounding him roughly. Sai hadn’t bothered to reach under him, to touch his cock, he’d just used him, used him roughly, calling him names, pretending that he was a stranger.

“Your ass is loose and full of cum, too much cum to have come from one fucking, one guy. You’re a whore, an ass slut, aren’t you?” he had said. “Tell me you want this, slut, tell me.” And Neji had—he’d said all the dirty things that Sai had demanded. And Sai had been masterful—pinching and slapping his ass, thrusting in deep and fast—and Neji had come hard, come without his cock or nipples or balls touched, crying out Sai’s name. Sai, beautiful Sai—such a pretty face, and, oh, god, that cock—it was unreal, it had to be about a foot, if not a little bit over that, when erect! Good god, wasn’t five inches normal? He was really happy with seven, but Sai’s cock, dear god, was like his plus another normal cock put together!

Christ, what was he talking about, he’d fuck Sai here and there—his fantasies lately were all variations on the things Sai had done to him. He wanted to be the one bent over the sink or over the desk, or just fucked against the door or the wall, or on the floor—dear god, it didn’t matter what position, it just mattered that Sai put that huge cock inside of him! But then thinking of Sai jerking off in his hair, forcing that cock in his mouth, sucking him—he realized it really didn’t even matter if he was fucked or not—he just wanted Sai to take over, to use him, and to stare at him with those serious, intent eyes, studying him, memorizing him.

Neji dialed Sai on his cellphone with one hand, holding his cock in the other.

“Neji,” he said, answering his phone.

“Sai, oh, god, Sai, can you just drop everything and come over?” asked Neji, his voice strained from his excitement.

“You’re touching yourself again, aren’t you?” said Sai.

“Yes, Master,” said Neji.

“You’re a slut, Hyuuga Neji, my slut,” said Sai. “You’re supposed to be working.”

“Sai, come get me, take me home, and fuck me. I have to go over my uncle’s files and schedule, but I can do that at home tonight.”

“I haven’t got the food shopping done or gotten dinner ready,” said Sai.

“Fuck that! Let’s go out to eat. Let’s celebrate my uncle breaking his arm. It’s so bizarre though, he would do it falling. I’ve watched him spar with Kakashi, and he’s graceful; he knows how to fall. So for him to break something in fall is a miracle, and miracles should be celebrated.”

“I broke it,” said Sai.

“What?”

“I wasn’t going to tell you, Neji, but if it such an unbelievable thing, you’ll find out. I just went up and broke it. He deserved it.”

“Sai! I—you—he—I don’t understand,” said Neji.

“I drove him home, and he introduced me to a man named Thomas as your fiancée.”

“My fiancée?”

“Yes. I think he expects us to get married,” said Sai.

Neji couldn’t say anything.

“Neji? Neji, are you mad at me?”

“No,” said Neji realizing he wasn’t. It was a day of miracles—Sai had tried to protect him, to punish the man who had dominated Neji’s life until today. For he’d always been afraid of losing his job, of losing the safety net of the Hyuuga family and its money. After all he’d suffered so much in the name of being a Hyuuga, he couldn’t even imagine just walking away from it all—the horrible memories, the money, the stress. But Sai had just walked up and broken his uncle’s arm. Sai was so determined to protect Neji and to punish his uncle for hurting him that he was acting insane—and yet his uncle hadn’t used his judo on him, hadn’t arrested him, had covered it up, given Neji a temporary promotion, and was introducing Sai as his fiancée? What? How? Why?

“Neji! Neji! I’m on my way!”

“Yes,” said Neji, hanging up. He turned off his phone, letting it fall to the carpeted floor of the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet, his arousal gone in his confusion. How long he sat there, he didn’t know, but suddenly he needed to talk to his uncle, to find out what had happened. He burst out of the bathroom, heading for the desk and its phone, forgetting his own lying on the floor. Yet, the minute he emerged in the office, Miriam and Kouji were talking at him and bustling him into the small conference room adjoining the president’s office. Miriam began going over the appointments that Hiashi had scheduled, pulling the files on the various accounts and the employee records that Neji would need to read for each meeting. Maybe it was shock, but Neji pushed the whole weird, unreal conversation with Sai out of his mind. With files spread out, print outs, and then two extra laptops, the three of them got serious about how best to run the Hyuuga corporation without its president.

About twenty minutes in their planning, Dr. Hampstead called, and Miriam put him on the speakerphone. Neji’s heart started pounding like crazy. Had Dr. Hampstead found out that Sai had broken Hiashi’s arm? Was he suspicious?

“Dr. Hampstead,” said Neji in a cold voice due to his nerves, “How is my uncle’s arm?”

“Oh, it will be fine. I’m sure his new assistant, Mr. Kaguya will make sure of it.”

“Mr. Kaguya? Mr. Kimimaro Kaguya?” asked Neji, feeling surely this was some strange alternate universe he’d suddenly found himself in.

“Yes, a nice young man. But I’m not calling about him, I’m calling about your fiancée, Sai, who I hear from Hiashi is another nice young man.”

Neji closed his eyes and then opened them. Kouji had turned completely red and looked about to faint. Miriam was giving him an assessing stare, but she smiled, saying, “Dr. Hampstead, this is Miriam. I’m going to transfer you, so that you and Mr. Neji can discuss your business in private. Thank you for your reassurances about Mr. Hyuuga’s heath. Mr. Neji, shall I transfer the call to the president’s office?”

Neji looked at Miriam and Koji, glanced over at the door, and suddenly felt he couldn’t walk that far. His ass was killing him, and he was so swamped with all sorts of intense feelings he could feel himself freezing up. It was the way he dealt with things—he didn’t scream, he didn’t cry, he just went cold, still, and silent. “Go,” he said flatly.

“Of course, sir,” said Miriam, “Kouji and I will be in the outer office if you need us. Good-bye, Dr. Hampstead.”

The door flew open and thudded loudly against the doorstopper on the wall. “Neji,” said Sai, there in the doorway. Neji looked up, and his mouth dropped open. Sai strode into the room, heading right for him, like a predator. He’d had Sai chase him, restrain him, hell, Sai had even tried to rape him that first night, but he’d never looked like this—deadly, dangerous, and determined. This was Sai the killer, Neji realized, the man who had killed his foster father, the man who had broken Hiashi’s arm, the man who--Neji’s thoughts derailed as Sai reached him and jerked him up out of his chair. He could hear Youji let out a frightened cry, but then Sai’s mouth claimed him.

But Neji was too cold, too numb, too shocked to respond, and Sai’s hand grasped the braid he’d put in Neji’s hair, pulling his head from his lips. “I don’t care if you don’t want me anymore. You’re mine. I love you. You’ll have to kill me to get rid of me,” he said.

Neji stared up at Sai, still unable to talk, but his dick responded, hardening against Sai’s crotch. Sai growled and lowered his head again. Sai, Sai was so warm, so hot. And this time under his kiss, Neji trembled in his arms, moaned into his kiss, and tears started to spill from his eyes. “Sai, Sai, Sai,” was all he could say, and he kept saying that again and again as Sai was undressing him, pushing things to the other side of the table, forcing Neji back on the wood, climbing over him, and pulling out his cock. “I love you, I can’t lose you, Neji, I can’t,” said Sai hovering over Neji, both of them now naked from the waist down.

And Neji wanted to say the same, but the words were frozen in him, and he couldn’t entirely let go of what had given him peace and safety for so many years. He wanted to, but he felt trapped, unable to speak. He rolled his head to the side, unable to look at Sai, who was waiting for his words, needing them. And when he turned his head he saw the speakerphone and remembered the doctor, and he picked it up and threw it as hard as he could still lying on his back. The door opened seconds after the sound, and he saw Miriam and Kouji—saw them looking, saw them focus, focus on Sai’s cock, saw them wanting and drooling—

“Mine! All mine!” he screamed at them, pulling Sai down on him, wanting to hurt them for looking at Sai like that. He rolled away from the door with Sai, even as he saw it closing, not wanting them to see any of him. He climbed over Sai and staring down at him, grasped the fabric of his simple short-sleeve button-down shirt and tore it. He stared down at the collar of his hair, those shoulders with their faint scars, the newly pierced nipples, the thick two inch scar on the right pectoral, that perfect, smooth stomach, that foot-long cock. This, this was temptation itself come to life, one glimpse and his secretaries had been coveting, desiring, craving. No one, no one but he should see this, no one—Sai reached a hand up to his face, and suddenly all he could see was that hand in Sasuke’s ass. He grabbed Sai’s wrist and forced it down over his head, letting his body fall down on his. Those lips—they had kissed Naruto. No, no, no!

“No one else, no one else, I can’t share anymore, I won’t share!” said Neji. “You can’t kiss anyone but me, can’t touch anyone but me, can’t show yourself to anyone but me! You can’t spank anyone but me, can’t fuck anyone but me, no one ever again!”

“I love you, Neji,” said Sai.

“That’s not enough! I want—I want—I need more than your love!”

“Anything, everything, all I am,” said Sai. “Tell me you love me, please, tell me.”

And Neji gave a cry and rose up. He sat, his weight over Sai’s thighs, tilting his head forward, his hands covering his face.

“Neji, I love you,” said Sai.

Why couldn’t he say it back? Why? He started to cry in his hands, hating himself. He was pathetic, inferior, flawed—he was all those things his uncle had said he was, he was too weak, too cowardly—unloveable, bad—

“Neji, Neji, forgive me, please forgive me. You don’t have to say it, you don’t have to say anything. It’s enough that you don’t fight my staying, that you want me, that you claim me. I’m yours, right, Neji? Aren’t I yours? Only yours?”

And the arms around him were warm, so warm. The lips against his skin seemed to burn, and the words made him remember this man loved him, this man had broken bones for him, would kill for him. “Yes, Sai, you’re mine, you’re my knight, my lover, my—“

And then once more he was on his back on the table with Sai over him, kissing him, rubbing against him, making him forget everything but the need to get closer, to make their bodies one. Neji’s arms and legs wrapped around Sai, and his mouth sucked and kissed at everything it could reach. The rubbed against each other, and Neji tried to show his love, the love that he couldn’t seem to say. The heat, the heat of Sai, his smell, his taste, his feel—his cock so tight between his stomach and Sai’s, so small against his cock that slid beside his own in that tiny space between their stomachs. A space so cramped, so hot, so wet, wet with their precum, with their sweat—they slid, they ground together, and Sai was now talking, telling him how precious, wonderful, beautiful, and beloved he was. He whispered his words in Neji’s ear, pressing his fingers into Neji’s mouth, his body still moving against his, pressing on him, his abdomen caressing his cock. And then his fingers found Neji’s ass, his tongue thrust in Neji’s ear, his stomach seemed to ripple over his cock, and Neji cried out as an orgasm took him.

He arched up, pressing into Sai’s body as much as he could, his cum pouring out of him. He clung as tight as he could with his arms and legs, to the man that warmed him, aroused him, protected him, loved him. His man—the one he could trust, the one he could be weak in front of, the one—the one –yes, the one he wanted to call, “Master! Sai, my master!”

And Sai, his cock wet with Neji’s cum, pulled his fingers from Neji’s ass and pushed in his cock instead. He didn’t go slow, didn’t give Neji time to adjust, he just forced himself in deep with a stabbing thrust that a tiny part of Neji registered as burning and hurting. But he wanted it, needed it, and welcomed it. He would submit, he would give everything to Sai, Sai, his master. And then with that cock slamming into him, pentrating him so deeply it felt it was hitting his lungs, hitting his heart with each deep stroke, he could say it, he could shout it, “Master! I love you! Master! My love!”

And Sai gave a shout, and he drove into Neji with more force, making Neji gasp and cry out.

“Again! Say it again! Shout it!” demanded Sai, each thrust now something on the edge of unbearable, making darkness dance before his eyes, yet teasing him with hints of something so pleasurable, so wonderful, just beyond the pain.

“I love you!”

“Louder! Scream it!” shouted Sai, his words piercing the darkness as his cock pierced Neji, stabbing him, killing him, sending him hurtling down a long tunnel.

“I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU!” roared Neji as the tunnel suddenly exploded, spilling him out, letting him fall down to hit the table with a thud. He was there, there in the little room, and Sai was coming in him, filling him, and he was shaking around him, throbbing, and crying, panting. Their eyes locked as the rode their pleasure together, and then, they lay still, gasping, quiet except for the sound of their lungs trying to pull in air.

“I love you,” said two voices, husky and rough, together. And then the spell was broken, and Neji, blushing, embarrassed, shut his eyes and tried to hide his face.

“I’m going to paint you looking just like that,” said Sai.

With a cry, Neji covered his face with his arms.

“But no one, no one but us will ever get to see that painting,” vowed Sai.

Under his hands, Neji’s mouth curved into a smile.

“I think I’ll have to chain your hands every night,” said Sai, “because as pretty as they are, I want to see your face.”

The smile disappeared from Neji’s face as his mouth fell open. He whimpered.

“Shhh, don’t be afraid,” said Sai.

And Neji flung his arms around Sai, hiding his face against his warm bare shoulder. And Sai rolled on his back, held Neji against his chest, releasing his hair. And safe in Sai’s warm arm, hidden under his hair, Neji listened to the man he loved whispering to him all the things he would do to him tonight, tomorrow, and for the rest of his life.