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The Problem with Sand	By : Evilchiapet25 Category: Naruto > General Views: 1070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Problem with Sand
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“The Problem with Sand”

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Neji/Gaara/Neji

Warnings: Yaoi. Humor. Possible OoC. Some Violence. General Weirdness. Bad Sex.

Summary: Neji goes on a mission to the Hidden Sand Village. That’s the best summary I could come up with.

Notes: Neji –Age 17, Gaara –Age 16.

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Neji never minded having to wake up early for a mission, nor did he mind sitting through a 2-hour briefing session for said mission. In fact, he was more than delighted to have even been considered to be chosen for such a high priority mission… or so he told himself quite often to keep his left eye from twitching and his nostrils from flaring in quiet indignation once he actually found out what his mission was.

He would have rather been sent to the Hidden Mist Village to collect rare, endangered eels again.

He would have rather been sent to the Hidden Falls Village to clean up the litter from the sacred reflection pond again.

He would have rather been sent to the Sound Village to-okay, so as far as missions go, this one really could have been worse. He vaguely recalled having an eel or two chomp on his precious hair, and there was something living at the bottom of that reflection pond that he didn’t care to reminisce about.

Suspicions should have awoken when Tsunade actually invited him out to eat and stuffed him with chocolate raspberry cheesecake -his guilty pleasure. She struck him hard where it hurt -cheesecake- and it was no surprise he found himself accepting the grueling task.

Sometimes –often lately- he hated being a genius.

Perhaps he was making a big deal of his mission. All he had to do was deliver a few nicely sealed documents to the Kazekage. A bird should be doing this job, not a Jounin!

That thought reverberated through his mind as he trudged through the vast deserts surrounding the Hidden Sand Village, trying not to curse out loud as the sand spread to his special place. Hadn’t he sealed the bottom of his pants with bandages?!

Even chocolate raspberry cheesecake was definitely not worth the pound of sand that had greedily launched itself into his hair. He tried to shake the hateful little grains from his head but to no avail. The little bastards had attached themselves to his hair like horny microscopic koalas.

“I hate sand,” he muttered under his breath, but it went unheard since he was surrounded by nothing but miles and miles of sand.

Three hours later, he found himself knee deep in a pile of sand, rubbing harshly at his red, stinging eyes as he pushed himself ever so slowly towards the outskirts of the Hidden Sand Village. The pathetic-ness of his situation hit him hard. The great Hyuuga Neji was defeated –quite easily- by sand.

His foot barely grazed the border of the village when two Sand-nin popped up from the dunes around him, grabbed him from either side, and hoisted him upwards.

“State your purpose!” one screeched gruffly in his ear. The sound was not unlike a cat being thrown against a wooden board by its tail.

Neji resisted the urge to wince disrespectfully. “I am here to personally deliver a message to the Kazekage from the Hokage.”

They didn’t release him quite yet, but they did loosen their grip slightly. “I’ll personally direct you to him, then,” the other one said in a much more pleasant manner.

It was clear that despite the alliance there was still a great deal of tension between both villages. It didn’t help that the Kazekage once harbored homicidal intentions.

Neji followed the Sand-nin, hastily trying to rub the remnants of sand from his eyes so he didn’t walk into quicksand again. That was a mistake he would definitely not make a third time. (Twice was acceptable. Three times was stupidity. Though, he now understood why Naruto fell into quicksand six times during his own mission to the Hidden Sand Village. Sasuke said the actual number was nine times, but Naruto assured him it was only six. Sasuke was probably right.)

He was led into a particularly large but not quite unique building and up a series of long-winding steps, which were also covered in sand. Neji had to grip the railing tight to keep from slipping as the sand didn’t quite agree with the bottom of his sandals. The Sand-nin he was following informed him he needed to acquire special sand-resistant sandals. If Neji weren’t Neji, he would have told him to fuck off. Instead, he quietly nodded.

There were many things he didn’t expect to see when he finally walked into the Kazekage’s office. Gaara hunched over paperwork and sipping on what Neji presumed to be coffee (there was a bag of coffee beans on the desk) was one of them. The kitten calendar on the wall and the mini-fichus struggling for life by the window were among others.

“Yes?” Gaara spoke without even looking up from whatever he was reading. There was a small crease in between his eyes which meant he was deep in concentration, and the way he pursed his lips either meant he read something disagreeable or he had to use the bathroom. Neji, despite having immaculate judgment when reading people, honestly could never tell what Gaara was thinking.

“One of the Jounin from the Hidden Leaf Village has come with a message from the Hokage.” The Sand-nin seemed a bit tense around Gaara. Neji failed to see why. Gaara had been doing particularly well with the ‘no murdering random ninjas to prove his existence’ thing. No Gaara-caused fatalities in over a year!

Gaara’s eyes finally shifted upwards. If he had eyebrows, he probably would have raised one at Neji’s presence. He recalled watching his performance in the Chuunin Exam and was quite interested even if Neji did beat up a girl who also happened to be his little cousin. There was also the ‘I got my ass kicked by Naruto, and it changed my life profoundly’ factor that bound them both. If he had a sense of humor, he probably would have suggested starting a support group. Instead, he stared at Neji.

Wordlessly, Neji bowed respectfully then presented the sealed document to the Kazekage who reached over and plucked it from his fingers. After setting it next to his pile of paperwork, Gaara resumed staring at Neji. Neji stared back. This stretched on for 9 minutes.

“I will return to my post now,” the Sand-nin mumbled before hastily excusing himself. The prevalent weirdness in the air had just increased to about 92% from the previous 86% percent that generally circulated around Gaara’s presence.

Neji’s acute awareness picked up said weirdness and decided it was a good time to start the long trek back home. He had sand in places where sand definitely shouldn’t be and was quite eager to have it removed. “I suppose my mission is complete. I will be leaving now.”

He turned around and started heading towards the door while Gaara’s attention returned to the paperwork littered across his desk. “Be careful with the sandstorm,” he warned off-handedly.

Neji paused, fingers lightly touching the doorknob. “Sandstorm?”

“There’s going to be a huge sandstorm tonight. Not wise to travel in the desert, but I have no obligation to stop you.”

“…I see.” Neji didn’t like the prospect of being covered in even more sand, nor did he want to stay any longer in the Hidden Sand Village where there was a lot of sand, anyway. Either option involved sand and more sand. He hated sand. He really hated sand.

He chose the option with less sand. “…Where can I stay till it’s over?”

Gaara stared up at him again. Neji stared back. This went on for three minutes.

“You can stay in my home for the night,” Gaara finally said, “unless that makes you uncomfortable.”

Neji couldn’t really think of a good reason why it would, so he nodded in agreement.

Several hours later as he followed Gaara into what was a very impressive-looking house and found the sand that covered the floor and table tops, he had to wonder if he had made a very big mistake in agreeing. They both left their sandals by the door, and Neji tensed up as he felt the sand trapped between his toes. Gaara asked him something, but the question was drowned out by the scream of horror in his head.

When Gaara failed to receive an answer, he made an annoyed face and repeated himself. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” Neji answered truthfully, having lived off of sparse rations he tucked away in his pack and fruits in the forest (back when there were forests) deemed edible.

Gaara pointed to a small dining table with four chairs. “Sit.”

Neji sat.

As he waited for Gaara to fish whatever it was he was searching for out of his refrigerator, Neji reflected on all the other things he could possible be doing at the moment. For one, Tenten had dropped a few not-so-subtle hints about wanting him to come over and have sex. Clearly, that was not happening tonight. At least not with Tenten. On that note, his eyes strayed over to Gaara. Admittedly, he found the other boy attractive… in the same way a fly found one of those bug-zapping lamps attractive or a fish might find a struggling, half-dead worm impaled by a fish hook attractive.

He concluded another night without sex wouldn’t be so bad.

A plate was dropped down in front of him with a slab of raw meat pathetically lying over it. “What is this?” Neji deigned to ask.

“Food,” Gaara answered, setting a similar plate across from Neji.

“It’s still alive,” Neji pointed out, poking at the meat with a fork, disgusted when it started bleeding profusely.

Gaara didn’t respond, preoccupied with adding spoonfuls of sugar to his own dinner. Neji was clearly repulsed by it, though took comfort in the fact that Gaara did eat. For some inexplicable reason, he’d always thought of Gaara as being ethereal and therefore above normal human activities like eating, drinking, using the bathroom, or having sex. The part of his mind that controlled his penis took pleasure in pointing out that was the second time in the last fifteen minutes that Gaara and sex were grouped together.

Gaara’s voice snapped him out of those thoughts. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“I don’t eat uncooked meat. It’s unsanitary.”

“I cooked it,” Gaara said quietly, spreading the sugar around so it was evenly distributed on the top part of the meat.

Neji cut the meat and pointed to the pink center that was still oozing blood. “This is not cooked.”

Gaara’s eyes were boring into his own again. The silence stretched on for a very long time, Neji holding up a piece of meat with his fork, and Gaara adding another layer of sugar to his meat.

Unable to take it anymore, Neji snatched Gaara’s wrist with ninja quickness. “I think that’s enough sugar.”

Gaara narrowed his eyes, tore his wrist away, and started eating as it distracted from wringing the pretty neck across from him. Out of morbid fascination, Neji watched and grimaced, appetite firmly lost for the rest of the night. There was no better proof that agreeing to spend the night with Gaara was a mistake. Well, except for the sand that had wedged itself in between his butt cheeks.

It only took Gaara a few minutes to wolf down the entire meal then drink a full glass of sugar water. Neji made no qualms about showing how disturbed he was when Gaara wrapped up the uneaten meat with (pink!) saran wrap and stuck it back into the fridge to grow a few more diseases.

“You should at least consider cooking your meat in the future. Being murdered by salmonella after all-”

“It was cooked,” Gaara reminded him, staring at the dirty plate with a baffled look on his face.

Neji sighed loudly and stood up, grabbing the plate, utensils, and cups. “Cook it longer,” he said softly as he dumped the used dishes in the sink.

The room fell silent again, Gaara watching curiously as Neji started washing the dishes for him. Neji counted the seconds that ticked by, showing no outward signs of tension despite being entirely too aware of the set of eyes on his back.

Then Gaara decided to break the silence.

“You had sex with my sister.”

Neji surprised himself by not dropping the plate in his hands or even showing any stronger reaction than a blink. Not bothering to look at Gaara, he calmly replied, “I have sex with many people. Your sister just happens to have been one of them.”

“You had sex with my sister,” he repeated.

“Yes… yes, I did.”

They were staring at each other again, though Neji failed to recall when he turned around to face Gaara. From the expression on Gaara’s face, he could tell the other boy was not pleased. Either that or he had to use bathroom.

Gaara’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Why?”

The words “why not?” nearly left Neji’s mouth, but after further evaluation of the situation, he decided it was best to handle this delicately. Last thing he wanted was more sand shoved up certain places where no grain of sand should ever find itself nestled. “Because we are both two responsible, consenting teena-“

Before he could finish, Gaara appeared right in front of him, arms crossed over his chest. “For pleasure?”

“Yes, for pleasure,” Neji agreed, staring down at Gaara, refusing to be intimidated by Gaara…especially since Gaara only came up to his chin.

“Ah.”

Nothing more was said after that. Gaara calmly turned around and went up the stairs, and Neji dried and put away the dishes for him. The house was eerily silent for a few minutes until Neji decided enough time had passed for Gaara to calm down from whatever potential murderous thoughts he may have harbored.

He slowly went up the stairs then paused, staring down the long hallway. His fingers twitched slightly, and he refused to hold back his scowl as he found little piles of sand swept into the corners.

“Doesn’t anyone clean around here?” he asked out loud.

“No,” came the bland reply from what he presumed was Gaara’s room.

The door was open, and he heard the sound of the shower running. Neji was rather surprised. For reasons unknown, he didn’t think Gaara showered… or ever took off his clothes. He just always looked so clean despite the sand, and thinking about the sand made Neji scowl again.

“You’re welcome to clean if it bothers you.” The voice came from behind him, and Neji had some difficulty controlling the sudden tension of his shoulders. Gaara had been too fast for his Byakugan to see until he had stopped moving. Absently, he noted the shower had been turned off, and Gaara looked completely dry and neatly dressed.

They were silently staring at each other again. Well, actually Gaara was staring at the back of his head, and Neji was “staring” back with his Byakugan.

With a loud sigh, Neji finally turned around, more than a little frustrated with Gaara’s general weirdness. “I’m not your maid,” he replied, clearly annoyed. He was sick of the sand. He was sick of Gaara. He was sick of the Hidden Sand Village. He was sick of the Sand-nin. He was sick of sand traps, sand dunes, and quicksand. He was even sick of sandwiches for no good reason. He wanted nothing more than to return to the Hidden Leaf Village and take a long, hot bath then curl up in his bed with a good book after some sex. “Just tell me where I can sleep for the night.”

“My bed,” Gaara responded automatically.

Neji gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

“I have a bed. It is unused. I do not sleep,” he explained.

Neji still found it strange to sleep in Gaara’s bed if there were so many other beds he could sleep in. What’s the point of having guest rooms if you don’t let guests sleep in them? He figured it would only make sense to sleep in Gaara’s bed if the sleep was preceded by sex. His brain (penis) pointed out that was the third time Gaara and sex appeared in the same thought together.

“Okay,” he said softly for lack of anything else to say.

After shuffling quietly into Gaara’s room, Neji paused and looked around. He was shocked to find the room was actually very normal, even a little bland. There was a huge bed in the middle, a TV, a desk, some scrolls, standard ninja weaponry, and an old beaten up teddy bear sitting on an arm chair. Okay, so the teddy bear scared him a little. His mind was already supplying him with images of the seemingly harmless stuffed animal being animated by chakra-infused sand then hacking away at Neji’s body with a kunai while he slept.

Ignoring the teddy bear as best as he could, he removed his forehead protector and stripped off his skirt, leaving on the loose shirt and pants. The fact that Gaara was motionlessly staring at him from the doorway the entire time unnerved him just a bit, but he pretended not to notice.

“You have sand in your-“

“I know,” Neji ground out between clenched teeth.

Gaara fell quiet after that, content to just stare at Neji who stretched out on his bed. Sleep seemed to evade Neji as he looked up at the ceiling, noting how the patterns of waves and lines looked like a vast desert of wayward sand dunes. This was a good sign that Neji was starting to lose it.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me?” Neji asked as he imagined the weird dark blob in the corner looking much like a camel taking a sip from a small oasis it was fortunate enough to have found.

“Yes.”

“I can’t sleep if you’re staring at me.”

Neji wasn’t sure why Gaara took that as an invitation to go join in him bed and was slightly confused when he felt a certain weight settle down next to him. Slowly, he turned his head to stare at Gaara, giving him a curious look. Gaara also had his head turned to face him, but he didn’t appear to find anything unusual about his own actions. Well, if Gaara wasn’t going to say anything about it then Neji was most certainly not going to say anything about it, even if his penis was having a parade that someone was in bed with him. Sometimes he hated being gifted with the libido of a horny 13-year old.

They lay still side by side for at least an hour, both of them intently focused on staring at each other, refusing to acknowledge that they were two men in a bed together.

“You’re not able to sleep, still,” Gaara stated quietly.

Neji sighed loudly. “No, I am not.”

Gaara frowned, his eyes knitting together as some thought flickered back and forth in his head. After a few seconds of silence, he raised himself on one elbow and looked down at Neji. “Would sex help?”

Years of control and discipline went out the window as Neji automatically sat up and uttered “yes” before he could stop himself.

His mind had gone through a thorough examination of the question in a matter of ten seconds. He was tired. He was bitter. He was frustrated. There was sand in his pants. After considering those factors, he realized sex, indeed, would help. He would deal with the ramifications of having sex with the Kazekage later. Right now, he was in much need of a piece of ass.

Gaara blinked at the sudden response then nodded, waiting patiently. He half-expected Neji to pounce on him like a hungry wolverine, though was not too disappointed when Neji simply rolled over and straddled his upper thighs, staring down at him. They engaged in some awkward staring, which to them was starting to seem a lot like foreplay.

“Are you sure about this?” Neji asked softly, showing a modicum of concern as he observed Gaara’s dulled expression while he nodded quietly.

Neji still thought Gaara was eerily attractive and wasn’t about to pass up a chance to have sex with him, but he wanted Gaara to enjoy it, as well. The look on Gaara’s face clearly said he couldn’t care less what Neji did as he was above all sexual feelings. Neji set out to prove his own theory wrong.

Tentatively he lowered his mouth to Gaara’s and kissed him gently. He imagined Gaara’s lips would feel rough like sandpaper and was rather surprised that they were actually pleasantly soft and warm. The kiss itself was very slow and relaxed, Neji’s tongue brushing over Gaara’s lower lip as his hands moved over his chest, paying close attention to any changes in breathing pattern that may indicate enjoyment. He was sour to find a blatant lack of response from the other party. It only urged him on further, tugging at the white vest and straps around Gaara’s clothing and trying to push his tongue into tightly clenched lips.

Gaara’s eyes stared at him without blinking, which Neji found very distracting and had to stop kissing him. He narrowed his pale eyes in annoyance and scowled at the young Kazekage. “Are you just going to lie there all night?”

“You said you wanted to have sex, and that would require that I be lying down.”

“Not necessarily,” Neji muttered. Judging from the comment and Gaara’s overall inapproachability, he had a strong suspicion that Gaara had never done this before. This invariably made things more complicated and had he not been immensely frustrated at the moment, he would have abandoned the idea of sex. As it was, he desperately wanted to pound the nearest warm body into the mattress, which happened to be Gaara’s.

With that thought in mind, he shoved open Gaara’s top, fingers lightly dragging down his mesh-covered chest as his lips sealed to dry, unyielding ones. His teeth closed around Gaara’s bottom lip, and he sucked fiercely. He smirked when he felt Gaara jerk beneath him and plunged his tongue into his mouth, roughly running it against Gaara’s tongue. The body beneath his was flinching and blunt nails dug into his upper arms.

‘You like that, don’t you?’ Neji thought with slight amusement. He pushed the mesh shirt upwards, nails raking over Gaara’s bare nipples. Gaara’s mouth suddenly started to respond, biting down on Neji’s tongue and sucking on it as his fingers curled around his shirt and tugged down hard until Neji’s shoulders were bared. Teeth clattered noisily and tongues twined around each other as they kissed hungrily, and Neji was annoyed to find that Gaara took to biting him hard.

The kiss broke abruptly when Gaara grabbed a chunk of Neji’s hair, jerked him back and started to lap at the blood that covered his mouth. Neji winced, gasped for air, and barely had time to prepare himself for the teeth that clamped around his neck and pierced through his skin. He hissed loudly and tried to push Gaara’s mouth away, but it was no use. The boy was latched onto him with a leech-like suctioning that made Neji groan in both pleasure and annoyance.

“Stop,” he growled and swore he felt Gaara smirk against his neck.

Teeth grazed over his collar bone and bit down on his shoulder as Gaara tugged the remainder of his clothes from his torso, leaving his chest exposed to more vicious biting. Neji wanted to push him away again but was actually rather endeared by Gaara’s enthusiasm even as he felt pain lance through the back of his skull while Gaara kept his head securely wrenched back.

In return, he grabbed the front of Gaara’s pants and squeezed his crotch hard through the material. He should have known that was a mistake with the way Gaara’s eyes narrowed just before his head moved lower and his teeth ground down around one of his nipples. Neji was actually afraid Gaara might bite them off and switched tactics quickly. His skilled fingers worked Gaara’s pants open in record time, and he pushed them down as much as he could.

One of his hands wrapped around Gaara’s cock and started firmly rubbing until Gaara moved his mouth away from his nipples to exhale loudly against his chest. Neji sighed in relief and took advantage of his regained control to kiss Gaara’s swollen lips again as they admittedly looked good like that. Their tongues met more savagely and messily than before, both of them breathing heavily into the kiss. Gaara bucked up against his palm, and Neji couldn’t resist prying his legs apart to squeeze himself in between them, wanting to rub up against the wriggling and now-responsive body. The moment he did so, Gaara’s hands flew to his pants and carelessly ripped them open.

Neji moaned into his mouth as he felt his cock tugged free and roughly caressed by two hands then winced as one hand grabbed him and squeezed a little too hard. He pulled away from the kiss to glare at Gaara who looked like he was enjoying himself a little too much.

He hastily removed the hand from his cock and pinned both of Gaara’s arms above his head to keep him from scratching, tugging, and further abusing his body in a non-erotic fashion. Naturally, Gaara didn’t appreciate this, and Neji didn’t have any time to react before chakra-infused sand came crashing into his body and knocking him onto the floor.

He gasped loudly as pain spread across his back. “Gaara, what th-“

His eyes widened as the sand picked him up again from the floor and dropped him on the bed and on his stomach. A hand squirmed underneath his body and wrapped around his not-quite-so-erect-as-before penis, fisting him hard and making Neji lurch back to press up against the body that hovered over him.

“I do not appreciate being restrained,” Gaara murmured into his ear as he jerked Neji’s cock almost painfully.

Neji’s eyes were squeezed shut and he tried to pry Gaara’s hand away and buck him off his body, internally panicking when this only further encouraged Gaara. It’s not that he wasn’t horribly aroused by this because, oddly enough, he was. Even if he was in pain in several places, sex was sex. The only problem was Gaara’s inexperience and his own selfish desire to be able to walk again after this.

The pants that served as a barrier between his precious ass and Gaara were hastily tugged off his body, and Neji felt Gaara’s erection slide in between his cheeks as he ground down against his body. That was as much indication he was going to get that Gaara was ready, and he grabbed the headboard and tried as hard as he could to wiggle away. “Wait!” he gritted out.

Surprisingly, Gaara did stop and looked down at him curiously. “Are you going to beg?”

Neji narrowed his eyes at that and gave him an unpleasant look over his shoulder. “No. If you’re going to fuck me, at least use some sort of lubrication so I can walk to the Hidden Leaf Village tomorrow.”

“Lubrication?” Gaara questioned as if it was the most foreign concept to him. Knowing what he did of Gaara, it may very well have beeen.

The confused expression he had on his face and the way his eyes nearly crossed was an amusing one, and Neji’s lips twitched. “Yes, lubrication. If you get off my back for a second I could find some.” Luckily he never traveled far without a good tube of lubricant just in case situations like this should ever arise.

If there was anything Neji absorbed from Gai’s teaching, it was to always be prepared. Well, that and to treasure the beauty and preciousness of his youth.

Reluctantly, Gaara moved off him and sat down Indian-style on the bed , crossing his arms over his chest. He looked almost like a pouting child… one who nearly cracked Neji’s spine a few minutes earlier.

It only took Neji a few seconds to locate the tube of lubricant and a condom (safety first!) from his pack and zip back to the bed, pushing it into Gaara’s hand. “Put that on your penis,” he informed him.

“Candy?” Gaara asked softly as he stared at the condom before tearing it open with his teeth.

“No, not candy,” Neji said as he pried the condom from his hands and slid it onto his erect penis before laying back on his stomach.

Neji glanced over his shoulder to make sure Gaara remembered to use the lubricant as well and watched while Gaara flipped the cap open and poured a few drops on his fingers, holding it to his nose and sniffing curiously. Neji sighed loudly as he was still very horny, and Gaara appeared to be taking his precious time.

“Smells like a lotus flower,” Gaara muttered. His tongue darted out and licked some of it from his fingers.

Neji made a face, though did think eating lubricant was somehow less disgusting than eating raw meat with sugar on it. “Are you quite finished?”

Gaara shot him a displeased look and lowered his mouth to bite down on the side of his neck as he squirted nearly half the bottle onto his hand and spread it thickly over his own condom-clad arousal. His teeth twisted against Neji’s skin, breathing hard through his nose as he rubbed his own cock, clearly enjoying the extra stimulation he was giving himself. Neji glared at the wall in front of him and gave up on getting Gaara to stop biting him. He wasn’t in the mood to be tossed off the bed by sand again.

Thankfully, the mouth left his neck, and that was the only warning he got before Gaara roughly shoved his slick cock deep inside of him. Neji’s hands immediately clenched around the sheets, and he squeezed his eyes shut, teeth gritting before he spewed every colorful curse he knew under his breath.

Gaara blinked and paused, tilting his head to the side. “Is that kind of language really necessary?” he asked, and Neji actually wanted to hurt him.

And how was he managing to speak so clearly with his dick buried in Neji’s ass !?

Before Neji could come up with a scathing response, a hand drove under his body and wrapped around his cock, pumping him in a half-decent manner that reduced his voice to a mere gasp. He was glad Gaara chose to stay still as it gave him time to adjust and also lessened the amount of vehement thoughts he harbored towards Gaara. Besides, the hand around his cock was starting to handle him more carefully, grazing against the sensitive skin in a way that had him stifling soft moans with the pillow in front of him.

Gaara busied himself with watching the side of his –he had to admit to himself- beautiful face and found that he rather enjoyed giving Neji pleasure as much as he enjoyed biting him. Gaara’s quickened breath ghosted against his back, and he pushed Neji’s body further away from the bed and closer to himself, continuing to stroke him while the unoccupied arm wrapped around his –he also had to admit to himself- nicewelldefineddelicioustonedutterlylickable chest.

“Move!” Neji breathed out, worried he might come onto the bed before Gaara even did anything.

With a little nod, though Neji couldn’t see it, Gaara started to jerk into him in rapid, uncoordinated thrusts. Although Gaara enjoyed the tight warmth that encased his hard cock, his favorite part about sex was making Neji react, whether it was out of pleasure or anger. To have effect on him meant that he was something that existed and, therefore, got him off more than anything.

With that in mind, he drew the hand away from Neji’s crotch, which made Neji groan loudly in protest. Grabbing a chunk of Neji’s soft, well-kept mane, he wrenched his head back hard enough to nearly rip the hair out by its roots and watched the cords that twined around Neji’s neck in rapt fascination. Neji’s mouth was open in a mute cry as –damn, it!- that really hurt, but it seemed to excite Gaara more.

The arm around Neji tightened and the hot breath on the back of his neck was almost unbearable as Gaara started slamming into him uncontrollably. Gaara’s eyes squeezed shut, and his teeth clenched together tightly, fingernails pricking into Neji’s ribs. He pushed himself harder into Neji’s body, fueled by the desire to make him scream.

Neji no longer registered the pain in the back of his head. Pleasure quickly shot through every part of his body as Gaara thrust into him and carelessly hit that one spot that made him twist his body to the side and let out a loud, throaty cry. He didn’t even care when Gaara’s mouth closed around his neck and bit down harder than all other previous times because Gaara started furiously pumping his cock into him and brushing against that same spot more often. His voice went hoarse, and he shoved himself backwards with the same fervor to meet his thrusts.

Gaara suddenly tugged his head further back and made Neji scrunch his face up as his back was arched painfully. The mouth left his neck, and he heard Gaara make some sort of breathy moan-like noise as he buried himself deep inside Neji’s body and shuddered with release.

Neji’s brain was far passed the point of liquidation but still aware enough to register the sexiness of that noise. In the end, he blamed that noise for suddenly coming onto the bed without further provocation, his mouth open wide in another noiseless cry and beads of sweat streaming down his face and body.

They both slumped forward in exhaustion, the sound of their loud panting filling the room. Neji wanted Gaara to get off his back so he could roll away from the moist spot on the bed he landed on top of but couldn’t quite find his voice at the moment. So, he lay on the bed, sour, in pain, yet temporarily sated. Gaara lay on top of him, disappointed that Neji didn’t scream and still determined to make him do so.

“Get off,” Neji finally said, but the request came out slightly muffled.

“I thought I just did,” Gaara pointed out.

Neji knew Gaara was being completely serious and sighed. “No, I meant get off of me.”

He was relieved as the weight moved off of his back and hastily scooted off the wet spot, nudging Gaara’s body further towards the edge. The soreness in his body hit him too quickly and all at once. “Never again,” he muttered sourly.

His eyes widened as a hand pushed him down flat on the bed, and Gaara’s body covered his own.

“What are you-“

Gaara’s mouth cut off the rest of his statement, and he found his arms pinned over his head. A warm, squirming tongue invaded his mouth, and Gaara was rubbing against him slowly.

Neji tried to protest the action and inform Gaara that he wouldn’t be up for another round for quite some time or that he should probably remove the used condom, but Gaara was oddly…cute when eager. He was reminded of a child with a shiny new toy, except Gaara wasn’t a child and the ‘toy’ in question was Neji… or sex. Well, Neji’s name (Neji=screw) was practically synonymous with sex, so it was pretty much the same thing.

Several days later in the Hidden Leaf Village…

Tsunade received a bird carrying a small rolled up scroll. After plucking the tiny scroll from its talons, she unrolled it and read it out loud to herself.

“To Godaime… that’s me,” she began, “I regret to inform you that Hyuuga Neji is being further detained in the Hidden Sand Village to serve under the Kazekage for an undetermined period. He will be dispatched as soon as he learns to scream in the throes of passion (or in the middle of fucking if you prefer to term it like that). Please accept my apologies. Sincerely, the Kazekage.”

Tsunade sighed out loud and shook her head. “Kids these days,” she muttered.

Back in the Hidden Sand Village…

“I can’t believe you wrote that,” Neji said with a scowl.

Gaara shoved Neji’s face back to his lap. “Shut up and suck.”

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Was a pain in the ass to write “Hidden etc. etc.” rather than Konoha, but I tried to keep everything in one language…er except for Hokage and Kazekage. Calling them “Fire Shadow” and “Wind Shadow” just sounds really stupid.
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