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Neji had fallen asleep almost as soon as he climbed into bed with Gaara, and when he woke up, the Kazekage was watching him with an unreadable expression. Neji blinked at the other man groggily, wondering what he was thinking, but he did not have to wonder for very long.

“I love you,” Gaara bent to breathe these words in Neji’s ear, his hand wandering from where it had been resting on his chest to grasp his cock. “I’m glad you’re coming back with me, I didn’t want to have to kidnap you.”

“I guess I didn’t realize how difficult it would be to be apart after coming together like that.” Neji felt warm and content and aroused. He thought it might be nice to stay in bed all day like this, but he doubted that Gaara would be allowed to spend his whole day locked up with his lover.

“I fell asleep last night.” Gaara admitted, and Neji’s eyes widened in surprise. The thought of Gaara sleeping at all without even Neji awake to watch over him seemed frankly amazing. “I think I slept over an hour.”

“And…do you feel okay?” Neji didn’t like pushing this particular subject, as he knew that Gaara could become violently defensive about his sleeping habits, or complete lack thereof.

“I’m with you,” he answered, kissing Neji’s throat. “I feel…like I’m happy. Like I’m finally happy.”

“I’m happy with you, too.” Neji gasped slightly as Gaara’s hand tightened on his half-hard shaft. “I love you.”

“I know.” Gaara shifted against him, and Neji felt that the other man was already hard. He wondered briefly how long Gaara had been waiting for him to wake up so he could have his way with him. His own hand wandered over to grasp the hot shaft, and Gaara made a strained noise, as if his control was hanging by a thread, and Neji was making it difficult to maintain. “Please…I can’t…”

Neji suddenly wondered what would happen if he snapped that thread, and Gaara let himself go completely. He trusted Gaara not to hurt him, but at the same time, he doubted he could have handled the violent pounding he had given the redhead the night before if the roles had been reversed. But it seemed like a challenge to him…and he couldn’t really back down from a challenge. He wanted to see Gaara lose control, wanted to see lust completely sweep over him and wash away any calmness. Shifting himself, he pressed his swelling erection against Gaara’s and ground his hips, pressing his lips to the other man’s pulse point

“I want you in me,” he whispered, just for good measure. He wasn’t sure if the words would affect Gaara the same way he was affected by them, but he immediately got his answer. There was a feral growling noise coming from his lover, and a moment later, he winced slightly as his legs were roughly looped over Gaara’s shoulders, and the other man spit in his hand, slicking the liquid over his shaft and swiftly sliding into Neji’s tight, unprepared entrance.

“Fuck!” Neji wasn’t sure whether he was crying out in pain or pleasure. He felt vaguely worried that Gaara had torn something, but at the same time, that look in Gaara’s eyes, the growling noise he was making, and the amazing pleasure when his prostate was hit washed away his concerns for himself. No wonder Gaara liked it rough. It was painful at first, but it felt amazing, like you were flying and your wings might give out at any second. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Gaara didn’t wait for Neji to get used to the feel of him inside, he began moving at once, pounding into Neji furiously, and he looked so completely possessed that for a moment, Neji wondered if the demon was still in him.

“Neji…fuck you’re tight…” Gaara’s voice was a strangled snarl, but the words assuaged Neji’s worry that Gaara couldn’t even see him anymore and was just fucking a hole, just to ease his desire, with no concern at all for Neji’s own pleasure. He felt Gaara’s hand on his own shaft, pumping as furiously as he was currently ramming into Neji, trying to keep the paces the same, and Neji felt his entire world come apart. He didn’t realize he’d cried out until he saw his own come spurting over Gaara’s chest, and as he started to come down, he felt momentarily ashamed that he had been made to finish so swiftly, until Gaara let out a low, deep roaring sound and he felt the other man come inside of him before he collapsed on Neji, pinning his legs uncomfortably between them. Neji shifted, moving his legs down and smiling slightly as Gaara grumbled under his breath as the change in position caused the redhead’s still hard shaft to slide out of him. “Sorry,” he mumbled after he had caught his breath. “I hurt you.”

“No you didn’t,” Neji answered, and at Gaara’s skeptical grunt, he felt himself smile again. “Well, a little, maybe. But I wanted you to. I made you lose control, I wanted to see if I could take it.”

“Are you bleeding?” Gaara asked, and moved down to inspect Neji’s entrance.

“I’m not made of glass.” Neji responded in annoyance. “It’s not fair that you have to hold back for me, but you want me to just pound into you as hard as I can. I’m fine. It felt good.”

“It did?” Gaara looked up from where he was poised between Neji’s leg, poking his sore entrance with a careful finger.

“Of course it did,” Neji snorted. “You’re the one who likes it that way, I thought you’d know.”

“But I hurt you.” Gaara seemed confused by this.

“So? I’m sure I’ve hurt you, doing it like that.” Neji was really getting annoyed that Gaara was so doubtful of this. “There’s no reason to apologize, it didn’t hurt that much.”

“I should have been careful.” Gaara frowned as he looked again at the pink ring of muscle. “Now you’ll be too sore to do it again.”

“I think I’ll be fine.” Neji wriggled to escape Gaara’s inspection, pulling a sheet up and over him, and turning so his back was to the other man. “Just stop apologizing.”

“Now you’re angry.” Gaara stated the obvious, and Neji could hear the frown in his voice. “I made you angry.”

“It’s annoying!” Neji sat up, his anger snapping. “You let me do whatever I want to you, you make me lose control, and I want you to lose control with me, but you act like it’s a bad thing! I want you to be able to do anything with me, and not be afraid I’ll just snap in half or something stupid like that!”

“Oh.” Gaara took a long moment to think this over. “Okay then.” The other man leaned forward and kissed him. “I’ll do that.”

“O…okay.” Neji hadn’t really expected such quick and total compliance. He wasn’t sure what to think or say.

“Right now I want to fuck you again.” Gaara told him in such a no-nonsense tone that Neji almost burst out laughing. “But I want to do it slow this time. Is that fine?” Neji felt himself flush and he looked down, noticing that Gaara was still completely hard even though he’d come only a few minutes ago.

“How are you even ready?” he asked, feeling silly for saying it. Gaara shrugged, pressing against Neji’s shoulders to lower him back down to the mattress.

“I want you.” That answer seemed to make sense to Gaara, and Neji couldn’t really argue with it, so he simply enjoyed the other man kissing him on his face, his throat, his chest, his stomach, and then let out a low moan of pleasure as he felt that hot mouth on his spent member.

“I’m not going to be able…” he choked on his half-formed protest as he felt Gaara take it in his mouth, licking and sucking on it patiently, slowly, and even though he thought it was impossible, after about ten minutes of this, he felt a surge of heat in his stomach that meant he was getting hard again. Once he was half-hard, Gaara released it, licking a spot on his stomach where some of his come had landed before. He shuddered, wondering if he’d even be able to take Gaara in again, but wanting to feel him, even if it hurt. The other man came back up and spent a long time just kissing him, their cocks rubbing together as Neji ground slightly upward, unable to stop himself. He couldn’t believe how hot he was getting after they’d only just had sex, but it felt so much less urgent now, he saw that both ways were good for different reasons. This felt like making love to him, more than anything. They knew each other’s body’s so well, and it felt good even without Gaara inside him. When he felt a slick finger enter him, he winced slightly, because indeed his entrance was sore, but it still felt good, everything felt so good, that he found himself relaxing into it, and finding he could take it, after all.

Soon there was another finger, than a third, and then Neji felt Gaara push inside him, hard and hot and excruciatingly slow, so he let out a low shuddering moan. They were taking their time, and he forced himself not to buck up against Gaara, enjoying the way it felt as they moved slowly against each other. Eventually, of course, he started moving a bit faster, and then a bit faster again, and Neji knew he would come again, any second now…

“Gaara! Come on! You can’t stay in there all day!” Temari was pounding on the door, and Neji laughed out loud as Gaara let loose his most vicious glare at the unresponsive door. The moment was hanging by a thread, but then Temari barged straight into the room, and Neji felt his desire flee as embarrassment filled him. “We have to—oh for the love of everything! You two are so…just…just get dressed already!” she was brilliantly red as she left the room, and Gaara was still hard as he pulled out of Neji.

“Stupid Temari.” He grumbled in a petulant tone. “She ruins everything.”

“God…she saw you…in me! Now she’ll think I’m the bottom.” Neji was completely mortified. “She’ll tell everyone.”

“Not if she wants to live.” Gaara’s tone was threatening enough that Neji almost believed it. He stood up himself, kissing the other man and searching for his clothes.

“It’s okay, my pride’s just a little shot.” Neji told him, picking up his pants and shirt and beginning to dress himself. “Plus, she did ruin it.”

“Are you leaving?” Gaara frowned at Neji as he located his dark lower robe and pulled it on over his pants. Gaara was still putting his coat on, as it was a rather complicated piece of clothing.

“I was going to.” Neji told him, and Gaara’s frown deepened. “I can come back later. Do you know when Temari will let you go?”

“Hn, not really.” Gaara fastened the final strap and considered the sand gourd sitting in one corner. He didn’t pick it up though, since he typically left his major weapon behind while he was in the middle of diplomatic tasks. “I could come to you.” He offered, and Neji felt his body stiffen slightly.

“That…if you did come over…we could talk to my uncle.” Neji’s voice was wary, and it was clear he was not excited about this idea, but in truth, he did really want to get it over with, to find out what would happen with his family once they knew the truth about him and what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.

I hate not knowing…I want everything to be over with already. I want to go home with Gaara and stay by his side forever. I will…no matter what.

“Yes, that is good.” Gaara sounded vaguely as though he was ready to tear Neji’s uncle’s throat out if the man didn’t let him have his way. Neji thought he might. Just because Gaara wouldn’t hurt him didn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt anyone else, especially not someone who tried to come between them. “I will explain to him.” Somehow, Gaara made the word explain sound like a threat of horrible torture and fatal injuries.

“You don’t have to do anything, I just want you to be there…in case I need you.” Neji glanced at his feet and felt Gaara’s fingers on the side of his face, gently tracing the line of his jaw. He leaned in and kissed Neji.

“I will.” He breathed before leaving, letting Neji take his time to put his sandals on and leave himself. He was deep in thought as he walked home, wondering what his uncle would say, if he would be supportive, or if he would completely oppose the idea. Even if he didn’t have a problem with the fact that Neji was in love with another man, the fact that one of the most promising members of the family wanted to leave Konoha, possibly forever, wouldn’t sit well with him. It seemed like there was nothing for it, that he would certainly be disowned, but he had prepared himself for that eventuality, and he knew that if it ended that way, he would still choose Gaara. He didn’t really need his family, not the way he needed his lover.

“Neji,” Hinata intercepted him as he entered the compound, headed for his own home, where he had lived alone after the death of his father, since his mother had died when he was very young. “Were you with him?”

“I didn’t think anyone would notice I was away.” Neji paled slightly. He had not expected his movements to be monitored.

“Father thinks you’ve reconciled with Tenten.” Hinata told him in a warning tone. “He noticed your house was empty early this morning when he went by to ask you something. I didn’t tell him anything, but he’s very excited. He told me that he wants you two to be married and start having children as soon as possible.”

“Great.” Neji frowned at this affirmation that the clan would not be happy that he would be refusing to provide them with any of his offspring. “That’s wonderful news.”

“I’m sorry, Neji.” She blushed. “I didn’t know what to say! I didn’t want to get you in trouble, and I’m sure you want to speak to him yourself, to tell him your intentions, and I could not think of a way of telling him that you weren’t with Tenten again that wouldn’t make him furious. I just wanted to give you time.”

“Thank you,” he patted her shoulder. “Don’t be upset, it isn’t your fault.”

“Well…he wants to talk to you now.” Hinata fidgeted slightly. “He’s waiting at your house, I think he wants to talk about your future with the clan. I’m really sorry.”

“Ugh.” Neji scowled. “I was going to talk to him this afternoon, when Gaara could be there with me to help.”

“I think it might be better to speak to father on your own first, just to let him get used to the idea.” Hinata advised him. “If it were the two of you, he would feel like he was being attacked, especially with someone as powerful as the Kazekage there. He would get defensive and angry.”

“That might be true.” Neji frowned thoughtfully. “You know him better than I do.”

“I try to know him, but he can be a bit unpredictable.” She shrugged. “I never thought he’d accept Kiba, but after a while…and then when we got engaged, he told me he was happy, that he was sure that we would do very well together.”

“Thanks for the advice.” Neji sighed slightly. “I guess I have no choice but to get this over with.” Hinata nodded, and then suddenly hugged him. Neji was so surprised, his body went stiff as though expecting an attack.

“Good luck.” She murmured, blushing and running off. Neji took a deep breath and tried to steel himself as he turned to approach his home, knowing what awaited him and trying not to dread it.

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