Ties that Bind

Copy of my story posted over on y gallery. I have been too busy and/or sick to write lately...sorry about that.

Hopefull that will change soon.

 


Author's Note: Inspired by Betsie Larkin's song, "Obvious".

Any sentence in Italics denotes the private thoughts of a character.

Yes - it's long...11, 000 and change - so enjoy it.

It's not necessary to read the stories from the “Discipline” universe in order.

They can be read independently from each other but it helps to better understand the relationships.

Main character pairing stories in order: Discipline, Sinnerman, Broken Strings and Ties That Bind.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or the characters. I don't make a red cent off this.

 
I’ve tried to look beneath your skin

A thousand times and know that

You’re never giving it away

I guess I’m fascinated

If I could simply turn away

And save some face maybe you’d

Just start to wonder

where I’ve gone to

Isn’t it obvious

I’ve fallen over you

I’d probably give the world

Just to be next to you

Obvious – Betsie Larkin


 
Ties That Bind




Gaara put the completed paperwork onto the pile of new members applications to be entered into the system and gave a satisfied smirk as he glanced down at his Patek Phillipe watch before his gaze drifted over to the bank of black and white monitors displaying the various rooms.

It was almost time for the floor show.

On queue, the dom entered the club wearing tight leather pants, an open leather vest, a matching leather cuff on one pale bicep, black leather boots and his long hair tied back with a piece of leather thong.

Gaara smiled, leaning closer to the monitors as the man stopped to talk to the Dungeon Master, nodding occasionally as Master Shino gestured for a house slave to come over before the man looked down at his clipboard.

He had been watching the man long enough to know his routine.

Like the man's arm during the session, it never wavered but always remained consistent.

The predictability was soothing for Gaara, the man's demeanor unchanging as he waited patiently for the house slave to arrive as he continued to engage the Dungeon Master in conversation.

It was the sight of the sudden smile on the man's face at the approaching slave, however, that caused Gaara to draw in a sharp breath and frown in displeasure at the slave dropping to kneel in front of the dom.

He found he really didn't like the man smiling like that at another and this feeling of displeasure and annoyance increased further when the man's hand dropped down on the slave's head and ruffled the man's hair affectionately.

His nostrils flared in anger now at the man's soft smile, all for the slave at his feet before he cursed under his breath, pressing a button on the control panel and zoomed in.

Gaara growled when he saw the slave was wearing a black collar with four black disks suspended off the bottom and realized it was Master Itachi's boy kneeling in front of the dom.

Oh, he knew that there was nothing sexual between the two men but still...

Damn it, he was actually feeling jealous.

Gaara frowned deepened as the dom looked up then and straightened his back, the smile on his face turning from one of affection to a more confident smirk.

Pale green eyes watched avidly as another dom walked over and greeted the man.

Gaara licked his lips at the sight of the two men, all pale skin, toned muscle and long hair tamed by similar pony tails.

Master Itachi was a hot sexy bastard too.

Damn. He always got a hard on when he saw these two together.

Gaara zoomed out, disinterested when the two men finished talking and Neji gave the other dom a curt nod before following Sai off to his room.

“Well, fuck.” grumbled Gaara under his breath as he pulled the laptop out of his briefcase and turned it on.

The floor show was over for another week. It was time to get some work done.

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Shino stared at the submissive sobbing wildly at Master Neji's feet and could feel the man's frustration tangibly in the room.

“This submissive is not suitable. She has an issue with restraints.” returned Neji dryly, his eyes on the Dungeon Master standing at the entrance of the room before walking calmly towards him with a cool incline of his head in acknowledgement to the dom's statement.

Shino flagged a nearby house slave hovering just outside the room and sent the young woman to fetch a blanket to drape around the howling girl.

“It was not listed on her profile but I will set it as a hard limit.” countered Shino with a nod as the woman was carefully wrapped up in the blanket and helped out of the room, now sobbing softly.

“I still need a submissive for this class.”

Shino glanced down at the roster with a frown.

“We don't have anyone at the club apart from Sai who meets your requirements. Master Itachi is using him for the Advanced Whip class.” replied Shino after a few moments.

“Find someone or I will need to cancel the class.”

Shino stared at the man before giving a curt nod.

“I will take care of it.”

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Gaara looked up when he heard the sharp rap on the office door.

“Come in.”

“We have a problem.” stated Shino bluntly as he entered through the door.

“Oh?” countered Gaara with a lift of his temple tattoo, saving the document he was working on before logging off.

“The submissive we assigned to Master Neji has a hard limit for restraints. If we can't find a suitable replacement, he will need to cancel the class. We don't have any suitable submissives in the temporary area. Master Kankuro won't be happy about the cancellation.” replied Shino without preamble.

Gaara frowned in irritation, irked at the thought of the dom canceling his class and missing out on watching him work.

He had observed him long enough to know that Master Neji preferred to use submissives with particularly pale skin for the demonstrations.

Fuck.

Gaara frowned once more as he felt his anger rising at this situation and realized that he didn't want the man to pack up and go home.

“I'll do it.” returned Gaara finally, pushing back his chair and bending down to remove his shoes.

Gaara picked up his boots and walked over to the closet, setting them inside.

“You're not arguing with me, Dungeon Master?” drawled Gaara as he shrugged off his leather vest and hung it up on a hanger.

“No, sir. It's a good solution and you do meet his physical requirements for a submissive. I will go and inform Master Neji that you will be there shortly.” murmured Shino, turning on his heel and walking back over to the office door.

“Fill out a temporary contract for me. No needles, scat, guro or blood play. Everything else standard on the contract.” called out Gaara, picking up Kiba's bag and opening it, rifling through it until he found Kiba's spare set of leather arm cuffs.

“I will. He's in the Chinese Room.”

“I know. I will meet you in there.” Gaara chuckled as he heard the man leave.

Gaara shrugged as he looked around the room and picked up an arm cuff, snapping it into place.

Kankuro was going to be pissed off when he eventually found out but that was neither here or there.

Fuck it. He would rather switch than have Master Neji cancel his class.

He just needed to convince the pretty bastard with the hot ass that he didn't need to cancel the class.

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Neji curbed his irritation. It had not been his day and it was now slowly turning into not being his evening.

“You requested a submissive, sir?”

Neji turned, ready to tell the man that he had changed his mind and planned to cancel the class but almost swallowed his tongue instead.

The man was gorgeous but he had trouble written all over him, and yet...

“Kneel, boy.” murmured Neji, pointing to a spot in front of him.

Neji was reluctantly impressed as the red head strutted over, dropped and presented perfectly, his alabaster skin flawless and toned, his position correct.

He was perfect.

“I have not seen you before.” remarked Neji, dropping a hand down to slide along the man's jawline before tilting his chin up gently with two fingers.

“I'm a regular, sir.” returned the man, his pale jade eyes returning his gaze with equal measure before casting demurely down once more.

Neji wasn't fooled.

The man was bold and those eyes hinted at a nature best suited for domination.

“You're not very submissive.” returned Neji coolly as he walked around the man.

“Tonight, I am. For you, I can be.” replied the man calmly, not breaking position.

Neji stopped mid step and stared at the man's pale back before reaching out and dragging a finger-nail lightly down the porcelain surface.

The mark shone on the man's back like a beacon, crimson and vibrant on its blank canvas.

The man did not even flinch.

“What are your limits?” asked Neji impressed even more with this submissive despite his reluctance.

“Master Shino has the list, sir.” replied the red head, his eyes downcast.

“What do you think, Master Neji? Is he acceptable?” asked a voice.

Neji turned to find the Dungeon Master with a temporary contract in hand and finally held out a hand for the piece of paper.

Neji looked at the man's contract, pleased that he had no hard limits that would adversely affect the session.

“Your caution word is 'tinsel'. Your safe word is 'christmas'. The moment you use your safe word, we are done. Are you okay with this, boy?” asked Neji, his eyes on the contract.

“What are you? Santa's fucking little helper?” muttered the red head with a low growl.

Neji stiffened at the man's comment before his hand lashed out and yanked the man's hair back until he was staring into the submissive's face; light gray clashing with pale green.

“Do you have a problem with my choice of safe words...boy?” countered Neji in a glacial tone, a sable brow hitched high up in his hair line, daring the man to argue further with him.

Neji glanced back at the contract in his other hand before returning his gaze to the man still in position at his feet.

There was something really off about this submissive but damned if he could put his finger on what it was.

A slow smile crept on the red head's face and the man shook his head in the negative.

“No, sir...I look forward to feeling your flogger upon my back, sir.” replied the man with a smirk.

Neji drew in a sharp breath.

Bastard. He was mocking him.

“That's one. I see you have found me a difficult submissive this time, Master Shino.” growled Neji, pushing the man's head roughly forward, addressing the Dungeon Master still standing behind him.

“I'm sorry, sir. He was the best I could find under the circumstances.” returned Shino calmly.

“I'm not complaining, Dungeon Master. You have sent me a challenge. He is acceptable...thank you, Master Shino.” observed Neji, rolling his shoulders and raised his hand to dismiss the dungeon master.

“I better be acceptable...those miserable, whining, little shits you had previously certainly didn't give you a work out.” muttered the red head under his breath.

Neji swiftly turned, grabbed a hold of the man's hair and pulled back.

“I did not ask for your commentary. That's two.”

A slow half smile ghosted across the man's pale features, his pale jade green eyes clashing with his once more before breaking contact and looking down.

“Tough shit.”

Neji's breath hissed in as his nostrils flared in anger at the man's comment.

“That's three, boy.” growled Neji between clenched teeth.

“Dungeon Master! I need you to reserve a room for me to use after this workshop session.” called out Neji, his head turning in time to watch Shino pause mid step and then glance down at his clipboard.

“Do you have a particular room in mind, Master Neji?” countered the Dungeon Master as he flipped up a couple of pages.

Neji looked down at the temporary contract in his hand before finally replying.

“Yes. The Headmaster's Room.”

“It's available. Do you have a preference on rods, switches or canes?” countered the Dungeon Master after a pause.

Neji glanced down at the bowed head of the man kneeling at his feet before reaching down and pulling his head back by his hair once more.

“You have so far earned three stripes for your insolence, boy. Choose. Rod, Switch or Cane?” asked Neji, his light gray eyes flashing his irritation as his jaw clenched and waited for the submissive to answer.

“Cane...sir.” replied the red head, his jade green eyes meeting Neji's own gaze as he licked his lips.

Neji followed the path of that tongue, feeling his pulse quicken and his cock stir in interest.

“Canes it is.” Agreed Neji with a slight nod of his head, his fingers flexing in the silk of the sub's hair.

“I will need my other bag sent to the room and the contents set up.” stated Neji releasing the man's hair and stalking over to his bag sitting on the table.

Neji found the keys and tossed them over to the dungeon master, who caught them easily.

“I will get it set up for you, Master Neji.”

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Kankuro's eyes widened in shock as he watched Master Neji stalk across the room with his younger brother trailing close behind on a leash, fresh flail marks on his porcelain smooth back.

“Kuso.” muttered Kankuro under his breath, his hand caressing Kiba's head as his eyes followed the men and watched them disappear down a corridor.

“Is there a problem?” murmured the man at his feet.

“Yeah...you could say that. My dominant extremely sadistic brother just went by on a leash held by another Master.” returned Kankuro with a frown as he turned and caught sight of his Dungeon Master walking towards him.

Kankuro grit his teeth as he heard his submissive let out a low husky laugh.

He was amused by this...asshole.

“There is an explanation for what I just saw, I presume?” asked Kankuro, a sable brow raised in question.

“The submissive assigned to Master Neji did not disclose she has a hard limit for restraints, sir. We had no more submissives that fit Master Neji's requirements. Rather than cancel the class, your brother offered to step in and be his submissive.” replied Shino with a slight shrug of his shoulder.

Kankuro stared at his Dungeon Master, his brain trying to process what his brother had done.

“Fuck.” husked Kankuro with a shake of his head.

“Man, your brother has balls of steel.” murmured Kiba, his admiration apparent in his tone.

“That's one, Kiba. I didn't ask for your opinion. Why were they heading to the rooms?” asked Kankuro, his emerald green eyes narrowing as the thought crossed his mind.

“Aww, shit. If I suck your cock the way you like it, will you let me slide?” countered Kiba, not bothering to hide the hopeful tone from his voice.

“No chance in hell. I'm looking forward to paddling your ass...that's two for trying to negotiate with me.” returned Kankuro with a quick grin as he waited for his Dungeon Master to answer his question.

“Master Gaara earned some punishment while Master Neji was inspecting him. Master Neji asked for the Headmaster's Room to be set up.” replied Shino calmly.

“Fuck. This is not good.” muttered Kankuro under his breath.

“Is there a problem?” asked Kiba, feeling Kankuro's tension, a hand reaching up to stroke his leg in a soothing motion.

“Master Neji's specialty is English. Rods, canes and switches. What did Gaara choose?” husked Kankuro, feeling a pit open up in his stomach.

“Your brother chose canes. Master Neji requested his other bag.”

Kankuro closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he opened them once more.

Fuck, his brother had done it.

He had wanted to know what it took to upset a Dom as controlled as Shino, he was going to experience it first hand.

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Gaara followed the hot brunette as he stalked down the hallway, his high bubble butt hypnotic as it swayed from side to side.

He had enjoyed watching his ass on the monitors but seeing it up close and so firm, he was tempted to reach out and give it a pinch.

“That's six.”

Gaara looked up to see the dom's eyes upon him, narrowed in annoyance.

“I didn't do anything.” grouched Gaara under his breath.

“So, that's not your hand on my ass then?” countered Neji, glaring at Gaara's hand palming his ass.

“Well, fuck...it's hard to resist. Can you crush coconuts between those ass cheeks? They're like buns of steel.” asked Gaara with a sly smirk.

“Remove your hand or you will find mine between your legs, testing to see if you really do have brass balls or if they're easily crushed like every other man's testicles.” warned Neji with a forbidding frown.

A trickle of excitement as well as a healthy dose of fear danced down Gaara's spine at the look on the Dom's face.

He would crush his nuts...without a second thought.

Fuck. Fuck...that was hot.

“I didn't give you permission to get erect, boy.” bit out Neji, his pale eyes drifting meaningfully down to the man's half hard cock.

Gaara closed his eyes and tried to think of the worst possible thing he could think of, anything to shrivel his hard on before Neji made good on his threat.

He could feel the man's fingers trailing up his leg now.

Fuck fuck...wait, the master with the weird bowl cut and way awful green leather jumpsuit. Please, please...

“You managed to regain control of your body...pity.” murmured Neji, a hint of disappointment in his voice before his hand slid off.

He would have to remember that one.

“Yes...sir.” husked Gaara through dry lips as his hand dropped off the man's ass and he dropped his head.

Shit. That was close.

Gaara swallowed as he felt genuine fear trickle down his spine for the first time in his life.

Fuck...nothing scared him...but this man – this man, intimidated him.

“Are you going to safe word on me, boy?” chided the brunette softly.

Gaara felt a wave of distaste wash over him at the thought of using his safe word.

No...it was the coward's way out and he wasn't a coward.

“No, sir.” muttered Gaara at the Master, more than mildly pissed off at how easily he got under his skin.

This guy honestly thought he was going to chicken out of his punishment.

“Come on, princess...I'm waiting.” replied Gaara with a low growl to his tone when the other man didn't move immediately.

A hand swiftly moved through his hair before it was pulled back with a quick firm tug.

“If you're that eager for your punishment, boy...I see no need to delay any further. That's seven for calling me princess. Follow me but you touch my ass again...I don't plan on allowing you to sit on your own for a while. Am I clear, boy?” bit out Neji glaring down into the red head's pale green eyes before releasing Gaara's hair.

Gaara's eyes widened fractionally at the promise of swift retribution in that tone, licking suddenly dry lips.

Fuck, he liked that a lot...damned if he didn't.

“Crystal, sir.” murmured Gaara as a tiny smile came onto his lips before he saw the man's boots move and then the sound of the man's steady footsteps as they continued down the hallway to the room.

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Two Weeks Later...

Gaara scowled at the monitors as the dom strapped in the submissive and picked up the flogger.

He refused to admit, even to himself, that the slow burning heat in his stomach was caused by jealousy.

His eyes narrowed as Neji raised his arm and gracefully let the tails arc in the air and land on the woman's back, leaving red stripes.

Having felt the man's technique first hand on his own back, Gaara acknowledged the man was a true master of the flail.

Gaara licked his lips as he watched the woman twitch in the restraints and let out a soundless cry, her eyes closed.

He could hear his own voice in his mind, the low gasps, the need to draw the air deep into his lungs, the hardening of his cock as the man got in his head and turned him inside out with his voice.

Gaara looked down in surprise as he heard the sound of something cracking to find the arm rest in his clenched hand.

“Fuck.” muttered Gaara, glancing back the monitors as Neji raised his hand once more and administer another swipe of his flail.

He hated it.

He hated watching Neji give someone else this exquisite pleasure, knowing that he would never experience it again.

It was a once off, just to avert a crisis...no big deal.

His eyes followed the rise and fall of the flogger, the movement smooth and fluid as it hit the flesh, dropped down and then flicked up to repeat the motion.

Pure poetry to watch.

Gaara licked his lips.

His technique with the flail was flawless but it was his skill with the cane that gave Gaara a hard on to crack coconuts.

It had felt good feeling the cane bite into his ass, feeling the burn of the marks on his skin, the sound of Neji's voice close to his ear, pushing him closer to the edge.

God, he had wanted this man to dominate him so completely.

Gaara watched the man flogging the woman on the camera, his anger and frustration slowly growing once more before shifting his gaze, annoyed with himself more than the man on the monitor.

He just needed one more session with this man and then he could get on with his life.

Gaara felt the smile stretch across his lips as he leaned back and formulated a plan, grateful that his brother was not here to see the look on his face.

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“Master Neji. This arrived for you.”

Neji looked up, his hand carefully wrapping up his flails as he packed his equipment bag and saw the Dungeon Master's hand outstretched, a small envelope in hand.

“Did you see who delivered it?” asked Neji dryly.

“No but I suspect a submissive trying to get your attention.” countered the Dungeon Master with a shrug of his pale shoulder.

Neji's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, half hoping it was the red head.

If there was any submissive who deserved some old fashioned British Corporal punishment, it was that man.

Or his hard dick up his ass...

Neji felt his body warm at the thought of pinning the red head, freshly paddled, ass warm and pink on his bed, tied up and at his mercy, his asshole stretched as he pounded his cock into the man.

Neji licked his lips.

Fuck, he would be a wild little bastard...

“Let's get this nonsense over with.” murmured Neji, tearing open the top of the envelope and pulling out a white piece of card.

“What does it say?” asked Shino, watching the dom's face stiffen into a mask and his eyes flare.

“I have a surprise outside. Would you like to join me? I have a feeling I will be punishing a sub this evening.” murmured Neji grimly, handing the white card over and quickly finishing packing the rest of his floggers into the bag before zipping it up and leaving the room.

Shino glanced down at the card in his hand and frowned.

He recognized this handwriting.

“Shit. What did you do now, Gaara?” muttered Shino under his breath as he followed the dom out of the room.

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Neji stood in front of what used to be his car and felt his blood begin to boil.

It was safe to say that the paint job on his late model Toyota Sedan was ruined.

It hadn't been much but it had been his.

The egg dripping off the hood looked fresh and the toilet paper wrapped around the entire length of the vehicle wet and falling off into the parking lot in soggy clumps.

Neji leaned over the car and snatched the envelope out from its spot behind the windscreen wiper.

“I think your car looks much better like this.”

“You little prick.” hissed Neji under his breath, as his eyes continued to survey the damage done to his car.

“Read it. It doesn't take a genius to realize who is behind this. Well, he wanted my attention...he has it.” growled Neji, handing the card over to the Dungeon Master for him to read.

“Give me a note card and envelope. I also have a message for him.” replied Neji curtly as he stalked back into the club.

Shino shook his head at the willful destruction and followed the man inside, finding him giving instructions to a house slave to fetch the notecard, an envelope and a pen.

“Do you wish me to get The Headmaster's Room prepared for you? I believe it's available.” asked Shino through compressed lips, wanting to stripe the red head's flesh also.

Neji gave a cold smile and nodded.

“I need to go change my clothes and get my other bag from the locker room. I will meet the little shit in there. Tell him don't be late or I will be adding a stripe for every minute he keeps me waiting to the fifteen he has already earned.” replied Neji with a sadistic grin.

“Ensure we are not disturbed.” added Neji, sitting down and writing a curtly worded reply, slipping it into the envelope and handing it to Shino.

“Do you want him dressed appropriately?” asked Shino, a slow calculating smile sliding into place on his face.

Neji looked up to find the Dungeon Master looking as pissed off as he felt.

“Yes. If he wishes to act like a bratty school boy, then he should look like one.” returned Neji, a slow smirk sliding onto his face as he nodded in agreement to the Dungeon Master's suggestion.

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Gaara gave the school tie a derisive flick and raised his hand to knock on the door.

“Come in.”

He smirked at the man's tone. He sounded pissed.

Gaara opened the door and saw the man in the headmaster's robes narrow his pale gray eyes before stretching out his hand.

“The uniform suits you, brat.” returned the brunette as Gaara slapped the contract into the man's hand with a glare.

“Fuck you.” countered Gaara with a smirk.

Pale gray eyes narrowed to slits as the man slid a lined piece of paper and a pen over the surface of the desk and in front of him.

“Stand in front of the desk and drop your pants. You have earned some punishment for your wilfulness.”

“You're going to make me write lines? I don't see why I need to drop my pants for that.” returned Gaara with a shrug.

“That's two. One for questioning me and the second one for not doing what I asked.” countered Neji coldly, walking over to the display of canes and switches.

“Fuck. Fine. I've dropped my pants and my ass is hanging out...now what?” grouched Gaara, watching the dom glide his hand over the canes before selecting a switch.

“That's three, boy. Bend over the table. Elbows on the surface.” growled Neji, giving the birch switch a flick.

“I got to choose last time.” complained Gaara, giving the man a knowing smirk as he walked back to the table and stood behind him.

“That's four. After what you did to my car, you don't get a choice.”

Gaara smirked. The man was pissed.

Maybe the toilet paper was overkill.

“Your caution word is arithmetic. Your word to stop the session is calculus.” continued the dom, giving the switch another flick with his wrist.

“What? No tinsel or Christmas this time?” taunted Gaara before letting out a hiss as his hair was grabbed and his head was pulled back to meet the furious gaze of Master Neji.

“That's five. You have earned 20 strokes of the switch. You will write 'I will not destroy other people's property' before I administer each stroke to reinforce that this behavior will not be tolerated. You will count each stroke and thank me. If you lose count, we will start from the beginning. Am I clear, boy?” growled Neji, releasing the man's hair and waited.

“Yes....sir.”

A sable brow spiked up into Neji's hairline as he heard the man reluctantly submit.

“You may begin. I will add an additional stroke for sloppy penmanship, so be legible.” warned Neji as he stepped behind once and watched the man pick up the pen and begin to write.

He waited until the red head put down the pen before raising the switch.

Neji felt a smile of satisfaction come to his lips as he heard the switch whistle through the air and lay a deep pink stripe across white ass cheeks as his arm descended, completing the stroke.

Gaara let out a low hiss as he felt fire on his ass.

The cane was solid but the switch...he had not been expecting it to feel like a whip's lash.

“That's one....thank you, sir.”

Neji watched the man pick up the pen once more and write another line before placing it carefully next to the lined sheet of paper.

The switch whistled through the air once more and descended upon the pale skin, adding another stripe.

“That's two...thank you, sir.”

The session fell into a pattern.

Gaara would write the line, Master Neji would check the line then administer the stroke and Gaara would count the stroke before thanking him.

Gaara's ass just felt hot and sore but he was also feeling something else.

He was getting turned on.

His legs were shaking now in an effort to stay standing and he could hear his breathing, low and harsh as he felt the switch bite into his flesh.

“That's fifteen...thank you...sir.” gasped Gaara, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth on his ass spread, causing his balls to draw up and his cock to twitch more.

He was hard.

He could feel the friction of the underside of the desk as his hips jerked forward when the switch struck his skin.

He could also feel the fluid leaking from the tip now, when he heard his master abruptly put down the switch and walk around to the front of the desk.

Lust glazed jade green eyes looked up as the brunette opened the drawer in the school desk and pull out an adjustable leather cock ring.

Gaara's eyes widened as he realized what the Master was going to do and slowly shook his head in denial.

“No...please.” croaked Gaara, his voice scratchy from the cries he couldn't suppress.

Neji leaned forward and tiled his chin up with two fingers, his light gray eyes meeting Gaara's own.

“Yes. It's called punishment for a reason.” murmured Neji, regret ghosting across his features before it was masked.

Gaara closed his eyes, feeling a tear slipping out and down his cheek as he heard the man walk around the desk and behind him.

“Don't. This is hard enough as it is.” husked Neji against the shell of Gaara's ear as his hands reached down and clipped the cock ring in place.

“Fuck you.” growled Gaara, his eyelids snapping open, revealing how frustrated and angry he was at the other man.

“That's an extra stroke, boy.” growled Neji, his hand deliberately sliding down the length of the red head's erection.

“Oh...yes.” gasped Gaara, his head dropping back against Neji's chest as Neji's hand stroked his cock.

“You don't come without my permission.” growled Neji, giving the shaft another stroke before removing his hand and stepping back.

“Piss on you.” growled Gaara, angry as the man denied him and watched him pick up the switch.

“Don't make me gag you, boy.” warned Neji, with a narrowing of his eyes as he laid the end of the switch over his open palm and waited.

“Oh yeah? I would like to see you do that.” countered Gaara with a smirk, watching in mild amusement as a flare of irritation showed in the man's eyes.

Gaara's eyes followed the dom as he carefully placed the switch on the table's surface before moving to stand in front of him.

Gaara watched as the man began to unbuckle his belt, taking his time to pull it free before dropping it with a loud clack onto the floor.

“No...” husked Gaara between suddenly dry lips.

“Yes.” countered Neji with a narrowing of his light gray eyes as his hands went to his fly and undid his pants.

“Fuck.” murmured Gaara, his eyes drawn to the hard pale pink shaft rising up from the open fly of the man's leather pants, inches from his face.

“No. Suck.” returned Neji with a low hiss as he grabbed hold of Gaara by the hair and pulled him forward.

Gaara's eyes watered as the brunette's cock pushed past his slack lips and deeper into his mouth.

It was a tight fit. He was big...bigger than he was expecting.

Not that he was complaining.

But he was jealous...jealous of every man and woman who had had the privilege of having this man's dick in their mouth and especially up their ass.

Gaara found he didn't like this feeling.

Neji heard the low growl before he felt the strong suction as his cock slid further into the red head's mouth.

“Ahhh...yes.” rasped Neji, looking down to find the man's light green eyes looking up at him.

“You're a good little cock sucker, boy.” purred Neji, easing the pressure of the grip in the other man's hair and turning it into a caress.

Gaara felt the warmth come to his cheeks at the dom's compliment as his nose buried in the man's dark pubes before sliding back up.

“Ahhhhh....very good, boy....very good.” praised Neji, closing his eyes as he felt the man's throat open and his dick bottom out before he felt the slick slide of the man's tongue on the underside of his shaft as he pulled away.

Gaara groaned as he tasted Neji's pre cum on the perfect mushroom head before moving his mouth back down the shaft once more.

Fuck...the man was perfect. His cock was perfect, even the taste of his come was ambrosia.

Neji's eyes widened as he felt the bite of nails deep into his lower back as the red head swallowed his cock.

“Ahhh...ow...you have sharp claws. I will have to fix that.” murmured Neji with a wince as he reluctantly pulled away and walked over to the cabinets in the corner.

Neji winced as his needy cock slapped against his stomach.

He never did this...never wanted to overstep the bounds until this man entered his life.

This man was a complication he didn't need.

He hadn't planned on pulling down his pants and making the man suck his cock.

“Arms wide. I'm going to tie you down.” growled Neji, turning with his supplies in hand.

Appreciative gray eyes tracked the path of his submissive's tongue as he licked his lips and placed his hands palms down on the desk and waited, pale green eyes hot and lambent on his body as he walked over.

Now he was going to do something else he never did during a session.

Neji put the box of condoms and the lube directly in front of the red head, silently daring the man to use his safe word.

“I'm going to kill them.” hissed the man, glaring at the box of condoms before sliding his gaze up to Neji's face, his jealousy plain on his features.

Neji's eyes softened as he smiled and a hand reached out to gently caress the man's jaw.

“There's no one else. You're the first I've ever been tempted to do this to.” admitted Neji quietly.

“I plan to be the last. That big ass cock of yours is mine.” returned the man bluntly with a greedy lick of his lips, his bold gaze staring directly up at him.

Neji wanted to groan, grab hold of the man's hair and fuck his mouth until he was ready to explode, pull out and spray his creamy spunk all over his pale features and painted his pink lips white.

Shit. This man was not submissive...not by a long stretch.

“I will give you my big cock up that hot ass of yours but it will be when I am ready and on my terms.” stated Neji with a forbidding frown and waited.

Jade green eyes dilated fractionally in recognition of Neji's statement before a slow smile lit up his face.

Neji resisted the urge to take a step back at that smile.

He had thought the man handsome before, but that smile...

No, this temporary submissive of his was gorgeous.

“Eyes down, relax your body. I'm going to prepare your asshole for my pleasure.” continued Neji, watching Gaara carefully as his hand reached out and picked up the bottle of lube.

Neji took a slow cleansing breath, his body tight, his cock aching for release as he watched the man's eyes follow his movement before he finally cast his eyes down and bowed his head.

Gaara trembled in anticipation as he heard Neji walk around the table and then the snick of the bottle being opened.

Fuck! He needed it...he needed that big dick breaching him, stretching him wide, branding his hole, marking him as this man's personal property as it pushed deep.

“Ahhhhh....” gasped Gaara, gripping onto the table edge with white knuckles as a slick finger pressed into his ass.

“Breathe...” grunted Neji through clenched teeth as he watched that pale pink rosebud open up for his finger and felt his heat grip tightly.

“Shit...more...fuckit...more...sir.” rasped Gaara, his eyes shut as that long finger stroked in and out of his asshole.

Neji swallowed, trying to calm his body down as he grabbed the bottle of lube and drizzled more over the man's pink hole before he worked in another finger.

Gaara's eyes opened as he felt the cold slick on and in his exposed hole before he felt a second finger.

“Fuck....harder...” grunted Gaara as the two fingers fucked him, opening and stretching his ass.

“Quiet.” muttered Neji with a low growl as he shoved his fingers hard and further inside, pressing against the man's prostrate.

Gaara's eyes widened to pinpoints as his head shot up.

He wanted to shout and demand more friction...fuck this bastard.

He needed this man's cock.

“I know you want my cock and I want to give it to you...but you need to learn patience. You're too used to getting what you want immediately.” stated Neji as he twisted his fingers up and into the man's prostrate.

Gaara closed his eyes and bit his lips, holding back the cry as Neji moved his fingers, pegging his pleasure button.

Neji allowed the sly smirk tilt up one side of his mouth as he heard the slow breath his sexy submissive let out.

He felt the man's body twitch...he was enjoying this but he would enjoy it more if he added another finger.

“You can use your safe word. I can stop if this is too hard for you.” taunted Neji, squirting more lube onto his fingertips before pushing a third in.

Gaara let out a muted groan.

Fuck, he couldn't help it.

The man's long fingers sliding in and out of his ass felt so damn good.

“It will feel better if you crave it.” murmured Neji, putting down the bottle of lube to caress the man's reddened ass cheek.

Gaara let another low groan as his hips began to rock, forcing Neji's hand deeper in his hole.

Fuck, the man had great hands but he was right, it did feel better since he needed to work for gratification.

His breathing was low and harsh now, his body trembling from its need to come.

“Very nice. Your ass is open enough for my cock to enter now. Do you wish me to enter you, boy?” asked Neji, not bothering to hide his amusement.

“You fucking prick!! Yesyes...I fucking need it...fucking drive your dick up my hole and make me choke on the bastard.” snarled Gaara, whipping his head around to glare at the brunette.

“Tsk,tsk...language, boy.” murmured Neji with a slight frown as he pulled his fingers out.

Gaara felt the loss and began to shake as he watched the man step back.

“No...no. Please...master. I need it...please.” begged Gaara, closing his eyes and dropping his head onto the surface of the desk.

He didn't want this man to see his panic...or know his fear.

It was his ultimate shame to beg for something that he always taken for granted.

Gaara opened his eyes when he felt the cool press of fingertips upon his wet cheek and reluctantly looked as those fingers slid down to his chin and tiled his head up to meet eyes of pale gray.

“Do you want my cock, boy?” asked Neji softly, his eyes watching the man's face carefully.

“Yes, sir...please.” murmured Gaara, his cheeks flushing a soft pink from a mixture of embarrassment, shame and arousal.

Neji nodded, satisfied with what he saw before taking his hand away and picking up the box of condoms on the table.

He removed one from the box, tore the foil and quickly rolled it over his hard cock, letting out a low hiss as the condom snapped into place at the base.

“Take a slow breath and count back from five, boy.” murmured Neji, as he walked around the table slowly.

Gaara swallowed and gave a curt nod, feeling the man's presence behind him at the count of four, the man's hands on his ass on the count of three, his ass cheeks pried apart at the count of two, his prick prodding at his hole at the count of one before pushing smoothly home.

Gaara could not hold back his cries now.

The sensation of having this man in his ass was overwhelming.

He felt fingers slide into his hair, caressing his scalp before gripping onto his fiery red strands, pulling his head back to look at the man whose cock was buried deep in his ass.

“Don't close your eyes. I want to watch your eyes as I fuck the shit out of you.” hissed Neji through clenched teeth, pulling his hips back and then rolling them forward, sinking into the man's ass.

Jade eyes widened as he withdrew, only to glaze over with lust as he slid back in.

The man was gorgeous...willful, foul mouthed, difficult to manage but gorgeous, none the less.

“You like the feel of my cock, boy?” asked Neji pulling back once more and slamming back into the red head a little more forcibly this time.

“Ahh. Ahhh. FUCK! Yesyes...I love that fucking cock.” growled Gaara, pushing his ass back for more.

Neji hissed as his dick sunk back into the man.

The friction was exquisite.

“Fuck my slut hole...yeah yeah...fuck yes.”

Neji wasn't used to fucking someone this vocal and aggressive though...but damn if Neji didn't find that a turn on.

Neji had never been with a man quite like this one and yet, it felt right.

He was always controlled; in his work, in his personal life and most especially with his relationships with the submissives in the club but this was the first time he wanted more than temporary, more unpredictable and spontaneous rather than controlled.

“Fuckmefuckme...yeah...stick that dick up my ass...pound me hard...I need to feel it tomorrow.” rasped the man, panting as he pushed back aggressively, meeting him stroke for stroke.

Pale gray eyes narrowed at the demands flowing out of the man's mouth and he felt his control drop away completely as his hands dropped on the man's hips.

“Ahhh....ahhhhh....FUUUUCCCCKKKKK....yes....yes....ahhh ahhh ahhh...FUUUCKKK.” gasped Gaara, as Neji increased his speed and began to piston in and out of his body.

Fuck. The pace was painful but it was a good pain.

Even now, he could feel his cock rubbing against the underside of the desk, the head wet with come, his balls strained as they tightened, preparing for release.

The pretty bastard with the big dick knew how to make him go crazy.

“FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!! shit...TAKEOFFTHISDAMNRING...shitshit...Ineedtocome....FUCKING GIVE ME PERMISSION!!!” yelled Gaara, gripping onto the table, his fingers gouging the surface as he got fucked brutally into the table.

Neji cursed under his breath as he felt the redhead twitch and spasm around his cock.

“Damn...it. Come. Come now.” rasped Neji through clenched teeth, reaching around the man's waist, slipping down his taut stomach and to the base of his cock.

Gaara's eyes dilated in shock as he felt a sharp pain and the rush of intense pleasure pulse through his engorged shaft as the strap was released around the base of his cock.

“FFFFFUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!” screamed Gaara, shaking as his limbs turned watery from the intensity of his orgasm, his come spraying the underside of the desk and splashing back onto his slick flesh.

Fuck. Fuck.

It hurt, coming that hard but fuck, it felt so fucking good.

He could feel his ass clenching hard on the brunette's cock, milking that fucker before finally feeling it harden and mere moments later, the pulsing of that shaft as the dom came hard, his low gasps warming the back of his neck.

Fucking hell.

Gaara had never come that hard in his life...fuck, he was so damn jaded that he didn't think it was possible for anyone to make his scream like that.

Shit.

He felt weak, drained and yet....satisfied.

Gaara swallowed as he felt Neji's hand caress his side and full lips kiss the rapidly beating pulse on his neck.

His body trembled anew at the feel of his mouth on his skin and his ass hole twitched in response, eliciting a low groan from the man still imbedded deep inside his body.

"I want to see you...not just for a session. I want to take you out to dinner...get to know you.” husked Neji, tilting the red head's chin so he could kiss his swollen lips.

Damn it.

He wanted the red head.

In his bed – tonight, tomorrow, next week...for as long as the wild little prick allowed him.

Neji saw the change come over the man at his request before he heard, “Calculus.”

Shit.

Neji swallowed the bitter disappointment rising up in his throat before giving a curt nod, slowly moving off and pulling out of the man, letting out a low groan when he felt the man's ass twitch at the loss as he slid out.

His movements were stiff and wooden as he walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a couple of towels and a container of baby wipes as well as a bottle of antibiotic spray to help heal the areas where the switch bit deeply into the man's pale skin.

“You don't have to do that...I know how to administer after care.” murmured the man behind him.

“Yes, I am sure you do but if you're insisting on running off with your tail between your legs, I insist on doing the right thing by you. I don't wish you to get an infection because of your stubbornness.” returned Neji stiffly, walking over to the table and carefully placing his supplies onto the surface.

It hurt that this meant nothing to him...and yet, he went to such lengths to get his attention.

It just didn't make sense to him.

“Thank you.”

Light gray eyes widened in shock before he gave a mocking half smile and replied in cool tone, “No need to thank me for trying to do what is right. I find I like seeing my switch marks criss-crossing your ass like this...very pretty.”

“You sound disappointed.” countered Gaara, the scarlet tattoo raised high in challenge at the dom's tone.

“I am but in the end, it's your choice as the submissive to end the scene but being a dom...you already know that.” murmured Neji bending down to untie the restraints around the man's wrist.

“You're going to let me go...just like that?” asked Gaara with a frown, feeling the straps loosen and then drop away.

Neji clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, regulating his breathing in order to calm down, his anger threatening to burst forth.

His mind was in chaos.

He wanted nothing more than to haul this man up and over his shoulder, stalk out the club and drive him back to his place where they would have more of what they started in this room.

“Yes, just like that. Your choice is made. You used your safe word, our session is done. It's very clear to me.” murmured Neji after a few moments, before opening the baby wipes and carefully wiping down the man's body.

“There was no choice to make.” countered Gaara with a curl of his upper lip.

Neji paused mid wipe on the man's back, hearing the anger in the submissive's tone and felt his own anger rise in reaction.

“You always have a choice. You decided to run rather than admit to yourself that you are attracted to me also. You don't like not being in control of a relationship and that scares the shit out of you.” returned Neji coldly, his hand moving rapidly over the man's body, quickly finishing up the aftercare.

Gaara gritted his teeth as he felt the antibiotic cream slick over the raised welts on his back and felt his cock twitch and try to raise.

Fucking hell.

He was right.

He had no control over what was happening between them and he didn't like it.

Hell, he didn't like that this pretty boy bastard Master knew it as well.

“Now what?” asked Gaara as he felt the brunette's hand leave his back, and heard him clean up the supplies.

“You get dressed. I pack up my equipment. We leave and life goes on.” replied Neji in a cool tone, tossing the wipes into a trash can.

Gaara turned and stared at the man cleaning up his switch.

Cold fucking bastard.

He was responsible for this new coldness though.

The man was upset with him, rightly so and he only had himself to blame for it.

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Four nights later...

Kankuro woke up to find his brother crouched down beside the bed, one hand on his shoulder, his face inches from his own.

Gaara never slept too well to begin with but as Kankuro's eyes focused a little more clearly on his sibling's features, he could see the darker circles under his eyes.

Kankuro glanced over his shoulder at Kiba's sleeping next to him before he sat up and slid out of the bed carefully so he didn't disturb Kiba.

“Come back to bed once you sorted out what is wrong with your brother.” murmured a groggy voice as Kankuro reached down to pick up his pajama pants from the floor.

Kankuro cursed under his breath before he replied, “Go back to sleep or my cock won't be the only thing you will be feeling in your ass.”

Gaara felt the smirk slide onto his lips as he heard his brother's submissive and partner give a decidedly nasty chuckle, raising an arm up to give Kankuro a one finger salute before dropping his arm back down, pulling the comforter up to his shoulders and rolling back over.

“Disrespectable little...” muttered Kankuro with a reluctant smile as he followed Gaara out of the room and down the stairs.

As Kankuro watched Gaara make a beeline for the small bar in the corner of the living room, he was starting to feel concerned.

That concern turned into mild alarm when his brother pulled out the platinum tequila he had stashed at the back of the cupboard, poured himself a shot and knocked it back before pouring another shot.

“It must be serious if you're this rattled.” murmured Kankuro softly, as Gaara tossed the second shot down his throat.

Emerald eyes followed Gaara's hand as it placed the glass back on the surface of the bar and reached for the bottle once more, noting the fine tremor in his hand.

It had been years since Kankuro had seen his younger brother upset but never to this extent.

“He wants to date.” murmured Gaara, pouring a third shot into the glass.

Kankuro's eyes widened in shock before reaching out and snatching up the shot glass and tossing it back.

“Shit. No wonder you're looking shaken. He's got to have big balls to ask you on a date.” returned Kankuro with a wince, feeling the burn of the tequila as it settled into his stomach and placed the shot glass back on the bar.

Kankuro heard his Gaara give a small chuckle before he replied, “Yeah, he has big balls to match his big dick. He has a great ass and a great smile. I like him a lot.”

Kankuro folded his arms across his chest and watched as his brother poured another shot.

“But?” prompted Kankuro as Gaara tossed back the shot.

“He's a dom at your club.” mumbled Gaara, reluctant pink leaching into pale cheeks.

“Shit.” muttered Kankuro, unfolding his arms and reaching up to push a hand through his messy russet hair.

“Yeah...I really like this guy but I think I royally fucked it up this time.” confessed Gaara, putting the glass down and reaching for the bottle.

“Getting drunk isn't the solution to this, Gaara. You need to talk to this man.” returned Kankuro as Gaara lifted the bottle.

Gaara paused, bottle in hand before placing it back down on the surface.

His brother was correct.

Getting shit faced wasn't going to solve this problem.

“I don't think I can. I safe worded when he asked to see me. I panicked...I wasn't expecting him to want to spend time with me outside of the club.” admitted Gaara with a lift of his left shoulder.

Kankuro's eyebrow shot up into his hairline at his brother's admission.

Shit.

His brother had switched.

Gaara had vowed he would never ever switch but he had for this man.

This dom was indeed special.

“Who is he?” asked Kankuro, watching the blush on his brother's face deepen.

“Master Neji.”

Kankuro's eyes widened in shock before a slow smile appeared on his face.

“You couldn't help yourself...could you, Gaara?” countered Kankuro softly, watching his brother go red as a beet.

“How the fuck did you find...Shino. I should have realized.” murmured Gaara, turning his head and giving a derisive half smirk.

“I saw you the first night...but I didn't know there were more sessions after that.” returned Kankuro, his eyebrow quirked, waiting for his sibling to reply.

If anything, Gaara got angry and his jade eyes turned cold.

“There was only one more session but it was enough to scare the shit out of me. I found myself watching his sessions with the submissives and I was angry, angry that it wasn't me tied to the cross, feeling his flogger on my back, his hand circling my wrists, his lips on my neck whispering what he planned to do to me next or his cock in my ass, abusing my prostrate and making me scream until I lose my voice.” admitted Gaara, feeling his anger rise once more.

Kankuro swallowed the lump in his throat.

He could hear his brother's anger but he could also hear his desire and fear.

“You can't keep running, Gaara. He's put his feelings out there...you need to reciprocate.” replied Kankuro finally, pushing away from the bar and turning, walking across the room.

“Or what? I could hear the 'or else' in your tone...what is it you're not telling me?” countered Gaara, watching his brother walking over to the stairs.

Kankuro looked over to where Gaara stood, still looking pissed off and confused.

“Make a decision soon, Gaara or someone else is going to be brave enough to approach him and steal him out from under your nose.” returned Kankuro bluntly.

Gaara watched his brother go up the stairs, back to his warm bed and his hot lover, feeling his anger rising to the surface once more, threatening to burst out.

His brother was right...damn him.

He needed to talk to Neji and sort out what was going on between them.

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Two Weeks Later...



Neji stalked into the club, shoving the door abruptly to one side as he made a beeline to the Dungeon Master, satisfied with the sound the door made as it hit the wall.

“Is there a problem, Master Neji?” asked Shino, not bothering to look up from his clipboard.

“Where.is.he?” countered Neji through stiff lips.

“He's out of town on business. What did he do now?” returned the Dungeon Master unperturbed by the ominous tone in the other man's voice.

“He's making my life difficult.” hissed out Neji, seething.

“Yes, my brother is good at that...especially when he's not comfortable with a situation.” replied a voice behind the brunette.

Neji turned to find Kankuro walking down the stairs.

“I didn't anticipate on sleeping with him but it happened. If he doesn't want me, I will accept his decision but he needs to stop calling my cell phone and then hanging up...damn brat.” replied Neji with a bite to his tone.

“Wait. You fucked him!? I'm surprised he didn't try to flay the skin off you.”

Neji turned to find the bartender staring at him with a look akin to horror.

“Not that it's any of your business but yes, I fucked him. I would be more than happy to fuck him again if he was willing to talk to me. Yes, he did try to remove my flesh from my body but I managed to tie his hands to the table.” murmured Neji in a cool tone before casually shrugging off his vest and turning his back.

There was a collective in drawing of breath as Kankuro, Shino and Gemna stared at the deep scratches still in the process of healing on Master Neji's lower back.

“Holy shit.”

Neji shrugged his vest back on and turned to face the men.

“We need to talk and resolve this but I can't do it if he keeps avoiding me.” stated Neji bluntly, his gaze traveling from the owner slowly over to Dungeon Master.

Kankuro stared at the man for a few moments and then slowly nodded.

“What do you need?” asked Kankuro finally, not surprised to see relief skitter across the dom's face before it quickly disappeared.

“Just a time and a place where I know he will be. I can take care of the rest.” returned Neji feeling optimistic for the first time in ages.

Kankuro pulled out his wallet and fished out a business card, handing it over to Neji.

“He's in Hong Kong right now but he will be back in town on Thursday. He leaves the office around 2.30 pm for a late lunch...leaves for the day at 7 pm. He drives a black Mercedes and parks it in the undercover parking lot in the reserved section.” stated Kankuro, watching the man glance down at the card before pulling his wallet out and sliding it inside.

“Anything else I need to know?” countered Neji, putting his wallet back into his back pocket.

“If you want to get his attention...show up in your uniform.” replied Master Shino, with a half smile.

“You're a police officer?” asked Kankuro, his face breaking out into a wide grin.

“Yes. My family doesn't like it but I prefer to earn my way in life rather than living off a trust fund. I enjoy my work.” returned Neji coolly, tilting his chin up.

Kankuro turned his head and exchanged a knowing smile with his Dungeon Master.

“My brother is going to resist. He's used to getting his own way.” stated Kankuro bluntly, turning his gaze back to the man standing in front of him.

“Then this is going to be an interesting confrontation. I have no intention of letting him go.” countered Neji grimly.

“You wish to collar Gaara?”

Neji glanced over at the bartender, now looking extremely pale under his tan.

“Eventually...but I will settle for dinner for now.” returned Neji with a half smile before turning on his heel and walking away.

“Fuck. I never thought I would see the day that my brother would switch and he will...” murmured Kankuro in admiration for the man's persistence.

“Gaara will always be the most volatile man in this place...regardless of his position.” countered Shino with a smile.

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One Week later...

Gaara frowned forbiddingly when he saw the police officer standing in front of his black mercedes when he entered the undercover parking lot.

“Is there a problem, Officer?” asked the red head, the tattoo high on his temple and his hands in his pocket of his italian suit.

“It depends.” countered Neji, taking a step forward.

“On?” prompted Gaara, staring at the man balefully.

“Did you mean what you said that night?” asked Neji with a half hooded expression.

“Which part? You need to be a little specific, Officer.” replied Gaara, tapping his foot impatiently.

“That's one.” growled Neji.

“Sorry...sir.” bit out Gaara reluctantly, turning his face to one side.

Neji's eyes widened in realization when he saw the flags of color appear on the man's pal cheeks.

He was embarrassed.

“Does it bother you? Your submission to me?” asked Neji, taking a step closer to the man.

“Yes. I've always been dominant.” growled Gaara, turning his head back to openly glare at the man.

“Yet, you switched for me.” returned Neji with a smile,taking another careful step towards Gaara.

“I was doing damage control, nothing more.”

Neji's eyes narrowed at the man's cold statement.

While he could hear the truth in the man's words, he sensed that there was more than that.

“The first time that may have been the case but not the time you decided to get my attention in such a spectacular fashion. No. It was more than that... Could it be that you genuinely wanted to be with me regardless of the fact that you are dominant?” countered Neji softly, taking one last step, his face now inches from Gaara's face.

He could now see how expressive those pale green eyes of his were, how porcelain his skin looked in the daylight, how the tattoo above his brow line and his vibrant red hair contrasted with the cool heat of his beautiful eyes.

“I thought you were gorgeous the first time I saw you...even with the shitty attitude, I was attracted to you.” admitted Neji, raising his hand to touch the man's jawline.

“I always thought you had a hot ass. I got off watching you teach that fucking class...it was torture watching you week after week and not being able to touch you or hear your voice. I was so fucking happy when that skinny bitch freaked out.” countered Gaara grudgingly.

Neji laughed at the man's comment.

“I don't know whether to fuck you or gag you and flog you...you don't have a submissive bone in your body, do you?” countered Neji with a shake of his head.

“No...but I would be willing to kneel at your feet and be your submissive if you let me.” admitted Gaara, his pale green eyes wary and guarded.

“Gaara. I would love nothing more than to put my collar around your neck but I want to spend more time getting to know you first. I would like to start by taking you to dinner tonight if you let me.” murmured Neji, sliding his hand up to caress Gaara's cheek.

Gaara nodded, a sly smirk appearing on his lips.

“I wasn't complaining about what happened last time we were alone.” returned the red head, turning his head to place a kiss on Neji's palm.

Pale pink flushed the brunette's cheekbones before Neji stiffly replied, “I was aware of that but I still prefer to court you...if you will allow me.”

“How old fashioned of you.” tsked Gaara, with a small smile, his lips still pressed against Neji's palm.

“Are you complaining, boy?” returned Neji with a forbidding scowl.

“I wouldn't dream of complaining in your presence, Officer. What time?” asked Gaara, turning his head to smile at the man standing in front of him.

“I'll pick you at 7pm from here. Don't keep me waiting, Gaara.” murmured Neji leaning down and capturing Gaara's lips with his own.

Gaara felt weak in the knees when Neji finally ended the kiss and slowly pulled away and started to walk away.

“I wouldn't dream of making you wait...sir.” smirked Gaara as he watched Officer Hyuuga get into his police cruiser and drive off.

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Nine Months later...

The Dungeon Master looked up from his clip board as Master Neji entered the club, his new submissive exactly two steps behind him, red hair and cold jade green eyes, pale skin shown off to perfection in the slave harness and black leather pants.

“I see I have a full session again.” murmured Master Neji addressing the dungeon master with a nod as the submissive dropped to his knees by Neji's side, his head bowed and position perfect.

Gemna looked up from the bar and took in the plain black collar and the two platinum gold charms, one a mirror of the man's tattoo on his temple and the other, a simple locket style tag with a moonstone on the front around the red head's neck.

“Holy shit. I never thought he would succeed.” breathed the bartender, his toothpick dropping from his slack lips and dropping onto the surface of the bar.

“No, holy shit would be the custom jewelry dripping with moonstones, peridot and rubies on his arms and his ring finger. He looks fucking hot.” replied Kiba with a smirk as he walked over to the bar and picked the bottle of water waiting on the end.

Gemna licked dry lips nervously before he picked up his toothpick and put it back in his mouth.

“I know he was determined but still, I so wasn't expecting that.” muttered Gemna under his breath, much to Kiba's amusement.

“It's okay...it's not just you. Master Kankuro wasn't expecting it when Master Neji asked for his permission to marry his brother.” replied Kiba with a low knowing chuckle.

“No shit. I just never thought I would see the day that man would submit, let alone show up at the club as a submissive.” breathed Gemna shaking his head as he watched Neji's hand drop and rest on Gaara's head, his long fingers gently caressing fiery red hair as he continued to talk to the Dungeon Master.

“Gaara got pissed off about Neji using the house submissives for his flogging class, so Neji gave him a choice – either come with him and allow him to do the demonstrations on him or stop complaining. I was surprised that he would agree to sub for Neji in the club as well but he's happy...and I'm glad. Hyuuga is a good man and more than a match for him.” replied a voice.

Gemna turned to find his boss standing at the bar, picking up two more bottles of water.

“Gaara's still an ass.” grumped Gemna under his breath.

Kankuro chuckled, not offended by his bartender's observation.

“Yeah, that aspect is never going to change but I don't think Neji minds that. He wanted him enough to marry him, after all.” countered Kankuro with a smirk and a sly wink before grabbing Kiba's hand and walking off to the back of the club.

“Yeah, well...he's still a scary bastard regardless of his status and that's not going to change ever.” muttered Gemna under his breath as he picked up a bar rag and began to clean down the bar.

 
The End.