Shades

Pairing: Gaa/Neji and Naru/Sasu

Genre: Angst/Romance

Fair warning, I'm going way off tangent this time, whole different field. I'm shamelessly ripping off 'Shades of Grey', the title, the actions, some of the plot and all of the freaking hotness.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Naruto" or "Shades of Grey." The honours go to Masashi Kishimoto and E.L James respectively.

Warning: BDSM, sadism drugs, alcohol, snark, kink and sex and lots of it. I will not be responsible if little kids get corrupted, just sayin'.

Summary: "I always wonder why some of Kohona's elite like you turn up on this particular side of the track…" a smoky voice materialized out of the gloom, "but then again, you wouldn't believe how much of your kind ends up down here." Those were the first words Neji Hyuuga heard while squinting in the thick darkness. Pity he didn't know those words would change his life.

A/N: This is the glorious end of "Shades"

Chapter 19: Rings and Roses.

Graduation day. Tokyo Uni 2:00 p.m.

Four years to the day the Neji Hyuuga was accepted into the Undergrad Law Program at Tokyo U, he had donned his graduation gown and cap. The twenty-one-year-old Valedictorian who while standing just behind the curtain, and waiting for the call to come out and give his speech was quietly sweating bullets.

The race for the Valedictorian spot had been a close on as Sasuke Uchiha, who in the four years had made his mark by winning the state debate championship every year and them some, was just behind him, but the tipping factor for the Dean's prize was that Neji had single- handedly orchestrated the release of Kazemi Sabaku and gotten the real culprit, one of Sabaku's senior aides into jail in his first year.

Neji had almost broken that time, Gaara, the love of his life had been gone for over seven months and every day from the second the former IIF agent had been stationed in Shanghai, Neji's life had slipped away from him, until that miraculous day Gaara had showed up at his faculty, alive and well.

His life had been restored that day. After the miraculous reunion, Neji's uncle, Hiashi had welcomed Gaara into the family just as he had welcomed Hinata's fiancé, Kiba Inuzuka into the fold, who admittedly had to work for it. Kiba who was now a top Vet and the ruling member of the Inzuka Clan, had done one thing that had scored high in Hiashi's book. The eighteen-year-old had dressed in straight traditional apparel and had knelt before Hiashi and had told the Hyuuga head his intentions for his daughter.

The day Sasuke had scored his admission into the university, the youngest Uchiha had done something which Neji had never expected the proud Uchiha, he had told his father Fugaku point-blank that he was gay, in love with the Uzuamaki boy and that of his father had a problem with it, he was free to disown him. Fugaku had gawped at his son's insolence but after Mikoto had sided with Sasuke the patriarch had no choice but to let him stay in the clan, decidedly on his own but still an Uchiha.

Mikoto had admitted that she was the one who had Neji followed and it was her who had sent the pictures to his uncle as a way of 'softening' the blow when did finally make up his mind to tell his uncle who and what he was. Though Mikoto and Hiashi knew he had a boyfriend it was only Sasuke and Naruto who knew he was a submissive; he and Gaara had decided to keep that to themselves.

Overall, it had been a long three years, years filled with love and happiness. That wasn't to say he and Gaara didn't fight, they did. A memorable one was when Neji kept pressing his lover to go see his father back at his reinstituted home in Suna. Gaara had been adamant about not going and Neji had pushed, not understanding why Gaara was hesitant to see his own father when the Sabaku had blown up, saying that he was afraid of what his father would think about him being gay.

Out of all three children the older man had, Gaara was the one who was on the line to be the greatest, a pioneer with a legacy a line long. Neji had understood that the older man must have expected Gaara to be married, have a upstanding job and be a great influence on society but instead he was gay, in a relationship with a man four years younger than he was and though rich was jobless.

Gaara had delayed finding his father until he had been accepted a post in the government as a senior advisor to the president on military matters, a job that had jumped over the heads of some sexagenarians. Only then did the youngest Sabaku go and meet his father…with Neji in tow.

To his shock, the older man had received Gaara with joy and had expressed his undying gratefulness to Neji who had taken it upon himself to look beyond the appearance of guilt and had dug deep enough to uncover the conspiracy against him.

"Father…" Gaara had said in trademark stoniness, "I'm gay and Neji's my lover."

The older man had shot aqua eyes between them and then shook his head, "…He's a little young, isn't he?"

Gaara's spine had gone stiff like steel and was about to spin on his heel and walk away when Sabaku senior said, "But he fits you perfectly, son."

Gaara hadn't moved but his father had, circling his youngest son to place his hands on Gaara's shoulders, "From the day you were born I knew you'd be exceptional, you deserve someone who is the same, Gaara. Neji is perfect for you, despite his age. I'm glad you've found happiness."

Three years and nine months to the day, the Sabaku senior was acquitted of all charges, apologized to and reinstated his assets. Hiashi had taken it up himself to meet the Sabaku lord, for a few reasons, on the surface to find a link to Suna and second to warn the older man that if his son did anything to his nephew there was no place on the planet he could hide. After that warning and a swear of fidelity, the two had begun a partnership with Hyuuga sourcing some of Suna's elite minds while sharing theirs.

It was the rampart clapping and the mention of his name that snapped the Hyuuga out of his remembrances and taking a deep breath, stepped out and unto the stage. The Law Faculty Auditorium was packed to its' capacity and in the front row just behind the graduates was his uncle, smiling proudly, his cousin Hinata, Sabaku senior and the two partners of the Amarashi firm who had been his sponsors and who were holding his spot for employment the moment he stepped out of the auditorium.

He stepped to the podium and searched the room for Gaara's riotous head which should had been in the first row but he wasn't. In the split second before the applause died, he spotted his riotous red head in the back row, clad in full black but was looking at him directly.

"Honorable Dean Nabauski-san, faculty members, family, friends and fellow graduates, today is a day for joy. I, Hyuuga Neji, am proud to stand before you today as the chosen valedictorian of this auspicious university, a university that has been my home for four years."

He paused to allow the accompanying applause. "Today we celebrate the culmination of four years of hard work, sacrifice from our families who supported us to follow our dreams and friends who brushed off so many missed get-togethers and companionship in favor of study dates and cramming sessions. I want to acknowledge the few of us who are choosing to enroll in the military, those who will become civil servants, those will become missionaries, and those who will go back home to sponsor another soul to the fortune we have shared. My deepest honor go to you."

He paused once more. "To the graduating class, a lot of you know me as Hyuuga Neji, a son of the founding Clans of Kohonagakure but though I am proud to come from such noble heritage, I ask you in this instance to just think of me as another student who shared with you the happy times. The time of rejoicing when our kendo team won the international competition, when our debate team won the national trophy and when three of our honorable professors were chosen as personal aids to the president himself,"

The smattering of applause came again.

"I am just another student who went through the same rigors, sleepiness nights, listless days and daunting exams as you had. I am just another student who wouldn't have made it this far if it wasn't for the bolstering help of my family, the support of my dear friends and the love of my partner, just like so many have you had to rely on. I appeal to you students, celebrate what you have accomplished, but look forward toward how you, too, can be the inspiration for others. Thank you."

Stepping back, Neji breathed a sigh of relief that the applause he had expected to diminish was even stronger than before. He went back through the curtain and braced himself on the wall. He hadn't thought that his words would have been received so well, especially after he had uttered the partner part. It was a select few in his circle, friends and professors, who knew he was in committed relationship with a man.

"You okay, Neji?" Sasuke's voice slithered through his ear.

Neji startled a little, Sasuke should be lined up with the other graduates who were going to get their degrees, not behind the stage with him.

"I am," Neji replied, "But you shouldn't be here."

Sasile scoffed, "Fuck that, I had to come and say that I didn't think you had it in you to openly admit that you were gay to the whole school."

"You did it first, remember," Neji returned.

Sasuke eyed him, "That was in high-school cousin, child's play to this…but I'm glad for you, being a pioneer and shit."

"And now, the Master of Cermonies who will confer the degree to these deserving stundent…"

Neji jerked his head to Sasuke, "You should go."

"Yeah." Sasuke scowled while fixing his cap, "And Neji…I'm proud of you. You have a life that I still envy but I'm so fucking glad for you. He loves you, Neji. I'm glad you took you life in your hands and went after him."

Neji smiled wryly, "You helped,"

Dark eyes blinked before a smirk crossed Sasuke's face, "Hell yeah I did. See you on the other side of this curtain, cousin,"

The laughter coming from the living room in the three-bedroom bungalow that Gaara and Neji called home was still merry even after three hours of after-ceremony celebrations.

Three hours later

Smiling Neji brushed his braid over his shoulder as he looked over his shoulder to the direction of the room. They had come home just after the ceremony where the Aramashi brothers had reiterated their commitment to employ him the moment he said the word.

Clad in soft grey pants and a matching white long-sleeved shirt, Neji hummed a quiet tune as he searched the kitchen's cupboard for another glass of wine. All day Gaara, though supportive with admirable glances and soft words had been unusually quiet. Neji wasn't worried about how his partner was acting per se, but he was going to ask him what was going on when all their guest had left.

Finding the bottle of Chardonnay and two more glasses, Neji meandered right through the spacious kitchen and made his way to the living room. It was just a bit too quiet for his liking and he stepped out from the doorway to see a group of people with their backs to him.

A muddled frown dented Neji's face, and he stopped, "Um, hello? What's going on?"

Slowly the group parted to allow him to see Gaara, standing in the middle with a small velvet box in his hand and a rose the shade of his hair. Neji froze where he stood. Green eyes met gray and when Gaara softly sank to his knees, the bottle and glass slipped from Neji's hand, one glass shattered on the floor but a quickly reacting Sasuke had grabbed the bottle and the other glass.

Blood was pumping in Neji's ears and a sheet of cold had cramped his body. The whole room was silent, deathly silent and a part of him felt displaced from his body. This wasn't happening. He didn't believe this was happening. He tried to say something, twice, but the words were stuck in his throat and he could only swallow tightly.

"Neji." Gaara said, "The first time I saw you, that night with your skin shimmering under the moonlight and your wide silver eyes I swore my life changed, I just didn't know how yet…"

The moment you rescued me, mine did too, Neji thought.

"I felt like I was out of my goddamn mind to give you those two choices when I knew there was no reason you'd even give me time of day…but you did, you said yes. Neji, I swear that the way my life was headed back then, I had no idea that I'd meet someone like you. From the day you chose to see me you've the voice of reason in the back of my head, you've been the missing sliver of emotion that was missing in my soul, and you've been the reason why I wanted I started to give a damn about my life… and I want you to keep being that reason. I know you said you don't need any rings or roses, but:…"

There Gaara opened the box to reveal a ring glinted the deep silver of titanium, "…HyūgaNeji wa watashi to kekkon shimasu ka?

White descended on the young Hyuuga when Gaara had just formally asked him to marry him. Jerky steps took him inches forward until his legs gave out and he fell on his lover who didn't hesitate to catch him. With his head buried in Gaara's chest he choked out, "H-hai, Hai…watashi wa anata to kekkon shimasu."

The soft applause surrounding them didn't even register to Neji as his heart was still pumping furiously in his ears. A soft kiss was pressed to his neck while Gaara slipped his arms under his legs and lifted him up. No one made any fuss as the newly engaged couple left the room.

Neji barely recognized when he was deposited on the edge of the soft bed the two of them had shared for over three years. Gaara was on his knees again, with his head bowed and pressed into Neji's stomach. Threading his fingers through blood-red locks Neji waited patiently for Gaara to say something.

The Sabuku's head lifted and Neji saw fathomless pools of green. Gaara shifted, took Neji's hand from this hair and pressed it to his face. "Thank you,"

"I was already married to you, Gaara," Neji replied looking squarly in his lover's eyes, "Saying it out formally didn't really change much,"

The look held and as the seconds slipped away, the tension in the air grew. It was risky to make love with about fifteen people less than a hundred feet away but neither cared.

Smirking Gaara propped a knee on the mattress and slowly crawled over boyfriend soon to be husband, placed his forearms on each side of the Neji's body, lowered himself on the body below him and then pressed his lips at the side of Neji's neck, "I need you,"

His silent answer was a soft roll of Neji's hips and the press of a taught pelvis on his groin made Gaara's arousal skyrocket. He pressed his growing arousal on the firm body below him and heat laced up his spine. A moment after, Neji twisted his head around Gaara met his lips and kissed him and was gratified with a low moan from the older man.

The moment he did warm arms wrapped Gaara's head and the kiss deepened. Slightly calloused fingers dug into Gaara's hair and pressed his head deeper. Their lower halves pressed on the other and matching growing erections met each other. Soft and slow evaporated into thin air and soon enough both were rock hard and grinding on each other. Gaara pulled away and pressed his bitten lips against Neji's ear while his hips still bucked, "God, I want you."

Neji's head canted to the side, baring his neck while his mouth fell open and needy while came from the depths of his throat. Gaara's fingers caught under Neji's chin, prodding him to look upwards only to feel Neji twist his head and kiss him full on the mouth. Both of Neji's hands had risen up to Gaara's neck, keeping him there like some kind of lifeline as they kissed. Gaara mirrored his actions with similar need as his tongue snaked out against Neji's bottom lip.

Instinctively, Neji let his lips part and his own tongue greeted Gaara's, deepening the kiss as his hips pressed into the other man's. Gaara took command of the kiss, and Neji was happy to surrender, longer fingers flexing against the man's neck as Gaara pressed the slender man deeper into the bed.

Gaara's knee moved between Neji's legs, to feel the warm and hardening length against his skin. Gaara used one hand to brace on the bed at Neji's side, while the other moved upwards along his clothed ribcage, over his shoulder, and up his neck to lace through his hair. The blunt fingertips scratching across his scalp made the Hyuuga gasp against Gaara's mouth, and he closed his teeth around Gaara's swollen bottom lip, tugging at it.

The action sent a jolt of stimulation throughout the redhead's body, pooling heat in his groin, which was now straining hard against the front of his trousers and the clothed body he had pressed into the bed. Neji had been quick to reach a similar state of arousal, and bumped his hips forward into Gaara's deliberately, relishing the confined friction.

Grabbing a handful of Neji's shirt and tugging it free of his pants, Gaara placed his hand flat against the warmth of Neji's belly, unable to wait until the shirt was entirely off to feel his boyfriend's skin. Neji gave a shuddering breath against Gaara's lips between a kiss, wanting that hand lower, higher, everywhere on him. Lips still attached Gaara went back to undressing him, moving to undo all the buttons and clasps to get him naked.

Gaara's lips finally left the others to trace down to Neji's beautiful jaw, kissing along the length of it. With a few tugs, the cloth was off and fluttering to the floor. Gaara leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Neji's shoulder, then his clavicle. He felt relief and a sudden wave of emotion ripple through him and allowed his hand free reign to slip from Neji's neck, slowly down his front, sensing the definition of muscles.

A soft gasp came as Neji writhed at the subtle scrape of teeth against his neck as Gaara continued to kiss there. Gaara's mouth curled into a satisfied smile against his skin as he moved lower and tugged at his belt. Neji jerked hard as shivers were like an earthquake under his skin.

Gaara needed no further encouragement, as he hooked fingers under the waist of Neji's pants, pushing the fabric away from the man's hips, the material kept from sliding further as Neji was panting under him. The aggressive redhead pressed a thumb along one of Neji's hip bones, and the man actually bucked beneath him, gasping out into the kiss and gripping taunt Gaara's biceps. Grinning, Gaara repeated the action on the other hip and received a similar response, which made him kiss Neji even harder.

Wanting to not be passive, Neji's slender hands found the other's belt and unhooked it with ease and managed to get it unbuckled without breaking the kiss. He could feel the heat radiating from within as he unbuttoned and unzipped the front of Gaara's trousers.

All he wanted to do at that moment was slip his hand downwards and feel the bulge that had been pressing against him as they kissed, but even with Gaara pressed up against him, kissing him feverishly he had no opportunity to do so.

"I'm going to make love to you," Gaara murmured against Neji's lips.

"Please," Neji panted softly while giving Gaara a wordless look. "I need that."

Quietly, Gaara pulled the rest of Neji's pants away from his hips, the other lifting his lower half up enough to allow Gaara to get rid him of them. Gaara followed suit, stepping off the end of the bed long enough to drop his pants, stepping out of them and crawling back onto the bed, pushing Neji's knees apart and moving between them.

Below him, Neji's lips were parted, a small sliver of pink tongue poking out to trace over them. Gaara, on his elbows, supported himself over the man's body as Neji's hands found his torso again, wrapping around his back.

Neji was all lithe, smooth skin and lean muscle. Gaara lowered his mouth and kissed Neji, deepening it immediately and resuming the passion of the entrance alcove. Fluidly, he moved to rest on one elbow, the other hand tracing lower to catch at the hem of Neji's dark boxer-briefs.

The Hyuuga lifted his hips to let Gaara pull them off, suddenly very aware that he was naked and that Gaara was backing up, sitting back on his haunches and looking down at his bare body.

If Neji could have pulled his legs together he would have, but as Gaara was on his knees between them, he forced himself to wait and watch for Gaara's reaction. The reaction he got was a hard swallow and blatant desire in his eyes; that was enough for the young lawyer.

Somehow, Neji felt like he was thrown back in time to the first time green eyes had first devoured his naked body.

Neji felt hope spring into his chest when Gaara stripped his own underwear off without getting off the bed, carelessly flinging them over his shoulder. Large black pools rimmed by a smidgen of silver eyes were latched on Gaara's face, before finally making his eyes slipped down, and then darted away.

Holding Neji's eyes Gaara softly took Neji's slim cock in his hand and knowing what motion that he knew Neji liked, he mirrored it for Neji, gripping firmly and stroking his fist along the man's length. Neji moaned softly and lifted his hips, eyes never moving from Gaara's face. To Gaara, the constant eye contact was almost as sexy as the sight of Neji reacting under his ministrations.

Neji pushed himself up from his elbows and reached between Gaara's legs, wrapping his hand around the girth there. Gaara was far from disappointed, letting out a small groan and closing his eyes for a few seconds as Neji began to twist his fingers, studious hands learning his flesh.

Both their hands moved along with each other, and Neji arched his back and neck in search of contact. Gaara gave it, leaning forward to latch his lips on Neji's neck relishing the electricity of the fire of Neji's hand stroking him.

Gaara blindly leaned across the bed, pulled open a bedside drawer and feeling inside, finally drawing back with a bottle of KY gel and a packet of condoms. Gently he put one hand on Neji's smooth pale rear and circled the tip of a lubricated finger around the pink pucker of the man's entrance. Neji jolted, bracing his upper torso against the pillows of the bed.

Gaara firmly pressed his finger against the muscled resistance, and then through. Neji moaned from his throat as Gaara's thick digit invaded him, pushing to the hilt as the muscles clamped at the welcomed intrusion.

Gaara's other hand traced up Neji's side, the pad of his finger brushed against a small bump, and although he knew what was going to happen when he touched the man's prostate, he wasn't prepared for the reaction to his touch.

"Aaah!" Neji gasped, hips arching into the contact, all the muscles of his thighs tensed tight. Gaara's hand that was on Neji's side slipped to down to his hip than to the apex of his them.

Neji was still hard, his tip wet with precum. Gaara gently made circles with his fingertip and felt the man's cock jump in hand, felt the muscles of his legs dance against his own and listened to the sound of Neji's panting breathing and soft moans.

After more time stroking his finger within Neji's channel, gently touching his sweet spot, he withdrew the finger and squeezed more lube onto it, and onto the adjacent finger. Pausing this time to read the man's response he pushed them into the tight slickened heat. He found that spot again and framed it with his fingers, barely touching it, not wanting to over-stimulate the man and cause him to come early.

Neji's hips were rocking slightly back and forth like a sibilant wave. Neji's hand reached up and gripped one of the pillows hard. Gaara removed his fingers slowly, unable to ignore his own need any more. Neji shifted a little then widened his legs a bit. Gaara met his gaze as he unwrapped a condom and slid it down his length.

Gaara gripped Neji's rear with one hand, the other guiding his tip against the other's entrance. At the first entrance, Gaara was enamored with Neji's hitching breaths, the tiny sounds falling from between his lips.

Gaara pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping past the first guarding muscle, and Neji moaned throatily. It took all of Gaara's restraint not to slam his hips forward and bury himself in that delicious tight heat, and now both hands gripped Neji's behind tightly.

Neji's toes curled as he felt Gaara pushing in slowly, steadily stretching him, and filling him. Pride and lust surged into Gaara's system as he heard the sounds falling from Neji's mouth; the soft gasps and the high whines of need from the back of his throat.

Finally, he felt pushed to the point where he was fully seated and the feeling was more than he'd ever imagined; tighter, warmer and a thousand times more intense. It was intimate to the point that his head spun, and it was a slight miracle that he even heard Neji's plea.

"Gaara!" Neji gasped. "Need..."

His need was obvious. Hands shifting position slightly to grip Neji's hips Gaara held them tightly as he slid his pelvis back, dragging his cock back against the resistance of Neji's squeezing muscles.

He stopped with the tip still sheathed and pushed forward again, quicker than he had the first time, and repeated the action again. Neji began to respond immediately, rocking his own hips back and forth in rhythm with Gaara's, an unspoken sign that he wanted – needed - Gaara to move.

The tan man was moving into Neji with increasing fervor, his golden face under his creased with the completely new feeling of being filled so entirely.

Gaara continued his fast movements as his hands moved around Neji's hips while one of his hand was around Neji's neck and through his hair, grabbing a large fistful of it. He squeezed his hand, tugging at Neji's hair and making his neck arch, gauging the man's reaction as he began to thrust again.

"Yesss," Neji hissed through his teeth, so Gaara gripped his hair harder and pulled, making the man's back arch. His hand moved lower, gripping at the man's bony hip to give him leverage as he continued to fuck him, hard and fast shallow thrusts.

Neji was moaning loudly, too lost in the rapture of the friction and the heat and the stimulating tug of his hair. Gaara was too caught up in his ecstasy to wonder what the people just behind a door and a half-foot thick wall must be hearing. Feeling a bit animalistic Gaara placed his teeth and lips at Neji's neck, worrying the flesh there before biting down into his slick skin.

Neji howled!

Moving from his neck Gaara kissed him then, claiming his mouth, using his hold on the man's hair to angle his face so he could dominate the kiss. Neji's hips thrust forward into his own hand under Gaara's control, knew that as long as he didn't stop stroking and thrusting soon he'd peak.

Neji screwed his eyes shut and moaned against Gaara's mouth, hips jerking and body shaking as he tumbled headfirst into orgasm, spilling out between them. Gaara kept a grip on Neji's hair, holding him as the thinner man's body shook from the force of the orgasm that triggered his own.

With several last hard thrusts, Gaara came, grinding his body against the other, holding the man's hips to him desperately, his head was thrown back and teeth clenched to stifle what felt like a roar that was brewing in his chest. It came out as a deep groan as he emptied into the condom, jerking his body with several small erratic thrusts and collapsed onto the slick body under his.

For what felt like a long time - but wasn't even a minute - they were frozen in place, both panting heavily. Neji wanted to tell him he didn't mind Gaara's weight covering him, his lingering hardness still buried in him. At Neji's neck, he could feel the other man's hot breath ghosting over his damp skin. He closed the inch between their hands and slipped his fingers between Gaara's, to seal the connection they had.

Eventually, Gaara pushed himself up as if he was doing a press up, and gently withdrew his softening cock from Neji's still throbbing channel. Gaara blinked the blur from his eyes, soaking up the warm quiet. Gently he reached up and brushed his fingers over the small of Neji's back, over the small curve of one of his buttocks.

With a soft kiss to Nejj's damp neck, Gaara took up the discared ring box and opened it again to display the simple band of titanium and without a word, Neji lifted his hand to allow him to slide the rig on.

"I love you, baby." Gaara murmured, "You're not just my submissive anymore, you're the other half of my soul."

Pressing his face into his love's chest Neji replied, "And your mine, for the rest of our lives."

THE END.