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When Sand Meets Snow � III
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When he had been much
younger, he had looked to his only friend to care for him. He had craved the
attention lavished on him, but it was never enough. He had never felt it
enough.
When he had been much
younger, the sand had prevented anything from happening to him. He had never
had so much as a cut, a scrape, a bruise, not even a mosquito bite. He had
never been hurt.
When he had been much
younger, his first friend, his only friend, the one he thought of as a beloved
brother, tried to kill him. To kill him, to end his life, to stop him from
existing, had tried to do it with kunai and explosive notes and his own
body. He had never been hurt. On the outside.
His tattoo. His first taste
of pain. It had hurt so much, like someone was drumming on his skull with
white-hot needles. It was unbearable. It was painful.
It had felt good.
And then, life went on. No
one to talk to, everyone left him alone now, except for the occasional
assassin, and he welcome those. Welcomed those stupid morons-for-hire with they
poisons and their steel and their minds full of money and�ended their
existence without even thinking about it.
His cursed life went on. He
forgot his first brush with pain, and with pleasure.
When Uchiha Sasuke had drawn
blood, he had been furious. Blinded with rage, he gave into Shukaku�s urgings.
And when he had withdrawn into the shared privacy of his mind, he mused over
the fact that though it had hurt so badly, there had been, for a fleeting
moment, a flash of unadulterated pleasure.
He had felt like such a
pervert.
Gaara the pervert. Hahaha.
Then there had been Naruto,
who was an issue all by himself, and that thing with Sound and Orochimaru, and
then it had just snowballed from there, so it wasn�t his fault that he forgot
about it all over again.
The sand had never let
anything hurt him, and the fact that he had sand that could actually crush a
giant boulder into so much rubble took care of anyone trying to touch him. The
only things to ever touch him were his clothes. His skin had grown very
sensitive.
Every brush of pain he had
received had come with pleasure. Therefore, pain equaled pleasure. That was
very firmly ingrained into his subconscious mind.
The Hyuuga doing�such things
just served to prove his point.
Pain equaled Pleasure.
So maybe that was why he was
now lying flat on his back on the deep purple satin coverlet, a silver studded
collar around his neck, the leash tied firmly to the headboard and his robe
thrown into the corners, leaving him helpless under the scrutinizing opal gaze.
Maybe that was why a
red-and-white handkerchief, Neji�s, bound his wrists together, and why three
other leather straps anchored him to the bedposts.
Maybe that was why he wasn�t
trying to get away. He was just in it for the pain anyway. Yeah.
The fact that an unashamedly
naked ivory god, and the owner of the scrutinizing opal gaze, was straddling
his pelvis had nothing to do with it.
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Gaara was really horny by
now�not that he�d admit to anyone that he was capable of such a base and�and
unbecoming urge. Neji had made him drink around a bottle and a half of
something very alcoholic, and he was on his way to being well and truly
inebriated. The fact that the brunette had been playing his body with hot lips
and tongue and fingers did nothing for his libido.
The trivial bit of that being
a good five minutes ago did nothing of the same. The naked Hyuuga was heating
something in a vial held in place over the fire with a hastily rigged
contraption, seemingly ignoring the very horny demon just a few steps away.
The thing about being drunk
on an empty stomach is that the alcohol hits you faster, not to mention harder,
and makes you do things you would never normally do, and say things you would
never normally say.
�Would you come back here
and finish what you were doing?� he huffed impatiently.
His only response was a
chuckle and a lazy smile. The scowling Sand shinobi began pulling at his
restraints, determined to free himself and pound the evil teasing brunette into
the bed.
�Ah ah, Gaara-chan.� Neji
said admonishingly, placing one hand on his chest to calm him down. �Don�t you
want to play the game?�
�Only if it�s �Screw the
Hyuuga�.� The redhead growled, still tugging at his bonds.
�It is.� The brunette
laughed, slowly tracing over the other�s skin with a finger. �Eventually.�
��Eventually� isn�t going to
work for me.� Despite himself, he found himself arching up into the lazy touch.
�Aww.� A nail scraped
against a hard nipple, making Gaara stop and shudder in pleasure. �Be a good
sport, Gaara-chan�
�You talk too much.� The put-upon
shinobi panted. If asking for it wasn�t going to work, then goading would get
him what he wanted. �Seems like it�s all talk, no action.�
An eyebrow arched
delicately. Looking into Gaara�s eyes, Neji lowered his head to lick at the
nipple, taking it into the warmth of his mouth, teasing it with tongue and
teeth, while his fingers slid lower to fold around a throbbing erection.
�Fuck�� came the breathless
curse.
�Soon enough.� said the
brunette, deliberately misunderstanding.
He took the vial in his
other hand and then, grinning mischievously, bit down on his captive nipple as
hot liquid coursed along tanned skin.
Gaara moaned so loudly it
was almost a scream, the fiery pain quickly vanishing in the wake of lingering
pleasure. The brunette kept up a confusing rhythm, long slow strokes and
frequent pauses to smooth his thumb over the head of his cock, unashamedly
attacking everything he could reach, his tongue flicking out to move over
bitten skin or to soothe the places reddened with heat, and all the while there
was a steady stream if burning fire. Gaara was soon a helpless mass of
pleasure, moaning and crying out incoherently.
��All talk, no action�,
Gaara-chan?� The whisper was a cool breeze against heated skin, torturing him
with fleeting respite before the vial tipped again.
�Ah�g-gods��
Silky strands of dark hair made
their own trails against his skin, tickling and teasing unmercifully,
especially when Neji caught some in his fingers and brushed them over his
nipples.
�Y-you sadistic b-bastard��
The brunette chuckled
against his throat, relentless mouth already working on a patch of skin,
sucking hard enough to leave a mark, branding the Sand shinobi as his. The last
drops of hot oil made their way down his throbbing erection, the burn soothed
by talented fingers.
�Neji��
His name, moaned with such
lust, made him look up into heated emerald eyes begging for more.
He couldn�t help the pull of
those eyes. He ran his tongue over the other�s flushed skin, savoring the hot salty
taste mixed with the orange tang from the oil, and even on his skin, there was
the taste that was just Gaara. The rough pink muscle slid wetly over parted
lips, teasing them both, then he slanted his mouth over his lover�s, their lips
meeting in a hot, deep kiss, his tongue parodying the motion of Gaara�s hips,
the oil-slick cock burning in the confines of his hand.
�No�more�stop-ahn-stop
teasing�me-ah��
The brunette belatedly
realized that he had shifted to lie over his lover, and had been moving against
the redhead�s heat, multiplying the unbearable pleasure, bringing them both so
close�
Gaara groaned in near
desperation as the escalating pleasure decreased. �Gods�don�t stop��
�I want to play some more.�
The brunette said childishly, nipping at his throat.
The redhead growled, the
vibration traveling along kiss-reddened lips. �No more games.�
�You�ll like this one.�
Neji sat up, making his cock
rub once more against Gaara�s. And then he turned and moved down, positioning
them in a very obvious sixty-nine. The young demon�s mouth dried up in shock
and a sudden rush of lust. Though it seemed impossible, he grew even harder at
the sight of his lover�s arousal, and the knowledge that, even though he was an
unmerciful, evil sex maniac, the Hyuuga was just as needy as he.
Then the brunette ducked
down and took him in whole, and he forgot everything.
The Hyuuga had a very
talented mouth.
That sinful tongue traveled the
length of his cock, the brunette purring like a satisfied cat that had seen a
whole bottle of cream and wasn�t inclined to share. The long licks were
punctuated with teasing nibbles, and slender fingers feathered over the hard
muscle, gathering the pearling drops of cum. He was treated to a feel of heaven
when Neji couldn�t help himself any longer and clamped his mouth over the head
and sucked, just to hear Gaara moan and thrust into his mouth. Fingers
slid down, to massage his aching sac, and even lower, circling his entrance.
Then one, slick with pre-cum and saliva, slid in, at the same time as the
brunette took him into his throat and swallowed, leaving Gaara with an aching
throat.
He suddenly felt jealous.
How many men had the Hyuuga slept with to perfect such a mind-blowing technique?
�Gaara�� Full lips made even
fuller in a pout, Neji looked back at him. �You don�t like it?�
Are you kidding? �I like it fine.� He
half-heartedly pulled at the straps again. What he wouldn�t give to touch the
beautiful god before him.
The brunette moved his hips, the tip of his cock
brushing teasingly against the redhead�s lips. �Then, won�t you play with me?�
He blinked, then opened his
mouth obediently. Just this once�
The head brushed against his
tongue, leaving a trail of cum. It didn�t taste bad�just different. It tasted
of Neji. Suddenly wanting more, he lifted his head and sucked on the proffered delicacy.
He was rewarded with a fevered mouth and tongue working on his own erection.
Involuntarily, he moaned around the heat in his mouth, and the brunette bucked
hard. They lay like that, Neji holding his hips down in an effort to tame his
wild thrusts, moaning loudly as the redhead copied his movements earlier,
teasing and tasting everything offered, taking in as much as he could. The
brunette slid all of him into the heat of his mouth and swallowed convulsively,
pumping two fingers in and out of his ass. Gaara was trying to give as much as
he got, but it was all he could do to keep on sucking, and not give in to the
urge to just enjoy the euphoric feeling of someone pleasuring him in such a
manner, unafraid, uninhibited, a wanton lover that he had only ever dreamed
about.
He couldn�t take it anymore.
�N-neji, let me go��
�Gaara, don�t stop sucking,
don�t stop��
He mustered up more resolve,
impressive in the face of those pleading eyes and throaty moan. �Let me go.�
�Yadda.� Neji�s hidden inner
child surfaced, inwardly enjoying the teasing. One hand lazily started pumping
in time to the fingers in the redhead�s ass, just to see what he would do.
Emerald eyes narrowed at
this defiance. The jealousy he had felt earlier resurfaced, along with a
feeling of definite authority. �Hyuuga.�
Neji pouted even more and
stopped pumping. Pulling his fingers out
with a wet pop, he turned around completely, settling astride Gaara�s hips. �What?�
�Let me go.�
�No.� The brunette started
moving, grinding against him. �I don�t want to.�
�Hyuuga.� The tone
itself was a warning, and the green eyes flashed with something hidden.
The alcoholic haze put
forward a suggestion. Act cute and hurt. The brunette stopped and with an
innocent hurt look in his eyes, hugged himself tight, the very picture of an
abandoned lover. He bit his lip and in a puppy-kicked voice, whispered. �You
don�t want to play anymore, Gaara-chan?�
The redhead frowned. He wasn�t
going to fall for that. �Untie me, Hyuuga.�
�But the game-�
�We�ll play a new game.� He gentled
his voice, bit it still held a thread of steel. �Untie me.�
Though he was outwardly
cutely miffed, on the inside, Neji was grinning. He would bet his house that
none of Gaara�s lovers had ever experienced Super Seme Gaara. He reached over,
pressing his body close to the redhead�s, fingers already tugging at the
leather bonds, but he couldn�t help one last whisper. �You still want to play?�
As soon as the restraints
were loose, Gaara grabbed his lover, one hand on the back of his head and the
other�the sharp slap echoed throughout the room. The brunette jerked up, mouth open for a scream, but he was
silenced with a rough kiss. The redhead thrust his tongue into the other�s mouth,
claiming Neji as his unconsciously. His nails raked up the silky skin, marking
the length of his back just as he had done with his ass. The brunette moaned into
the kiss, fingers threading through red strands, cupping the nape of a slender
neck.
When they parted for air,
Gaara didn�t stop, pulling the brunette�s body upwards, intent on tasting every
inch of his body, trailing his tongue over the length of his neck, swirling
around dusky nipples, down the flat stomach, dipping into his belly button, and
lower, swallowing him whole. Neji really did scream at this unexpected onslaught.
The redhead was different, no longer shy, patient, giving�he was wild,
unforgiving�it felt�animalistic.
Shukaku.
�G-gaara��
The closed eyes opened, and in
the depths of those emerald eyes, he tried to find a trace of the
uncontrollable demon, but there was none. It was all Gaara, and unexplainably,
that made it feel all the more unreal.
�Gaara, more�� he panted.
The redhead smirked and
clamped his mouth around his length, pulling him out, making his teeth felt
against the hard muscle. Neji whimpered. �You like the game?�
�Yesss.� He hissed. He was
so close�
�Good.� The redhead maneuvered them into a sitting
position, and with one hand around the brunette�s waist to keep him from
moving, started untying the knots around his ankles. �That�s all you�re
getting.�
�What?�
Gaara bent his head to nip
at the ivory neck. �Until you beg for it.� The straps flew into a corner of the
room.
�Beg?�
Gathering pre-cum from Neji�s
cock, he smirked at the incredulous look on the brunette�s face. �Beg.�
Neji scowled. �I don�t beg.�
Two fingers rammed up his
ass. �Beg.�
His breath hitched. �No.�
The fingers moved at an
evilly slow pace, barely stretching him. �You know you�re going to be punished
for disobeying, don�t you?�
�You�re not my
master.� Where he found the courage to defy the extremely hot man before him,
he had no idea, but the idea of a master was appealing. Not that he�d willingly
admit it to the smirking demon.
�Oh?� The fingers were
withdrawn, and for a second, Neji seriously considered begging, just so he could
relish the amazing feeling of being full. That second passed quickly when they
were replaced with something much, much better�and much, much bigger as well.
He could swear his eyes crossed.
�I mean it, Hyuuga. Beg me.�
Gods, it felt good�hot and tight�a velvet cavern that fit around him so
perfectly.
�No.�
�Very well.� The heat
withdrew, drawing out a long, low moan from the protesting brunette. And then�
Neji struggled, trying to
get Gaara to fill him again, trying to push down, to get more of that delicious
fullness. The head wasn�t enough, he wanted more, more, more�
�I told you.� At any other
time he would have admired the redhead�s strength, holding him up by the ass
and preventing him from slamming back down, but this wasn�t any other time, he
wanted to get fucked by that hot, throbbing cock , dammit.
�Gaara�� he whined,
wriggling desperately.
�Say it.� The redhead moved
his hips the barest fraction of an inch, moving in and out of him in an
undistinguishable motion. �Beg me for it, Hyuuga.�
The ground-out name brought
a smile to his lips. He might act all tough and deny him all that pleasure, but
he wanted it too. The bastard. He tilted his head toward his lover�s, pushing
his nose against his. �Please kiss me.� He whispered softly.
The redhead obliged, brushing
his lips against Neji. The brunette�s tongue slid over closed lips, begging for
entrance, and Gaara opened his mouth to let him deepen the kiss. Neji moaned
wantonly in the kiss, his pent-up frustration making itself known as he teased
Gaara�s tongue into a slow dance that ended in both of them panting for air.
His fingers worked at tensed shoulders and the back of the neck as he leaned in
for another kiss, sliding one hand down the naked plain of a bronzed back,
clutching his lover closer to his body. His mouth traveled over Gaara�s cheek
and to his ear, tonguing the lobe of his ear. The redhead sucked and bit on his
neck, growling softly all the while. The passion increased with every kiss,
every nip, every bite, until they were both panting and moaning with
barely controlled lust and want.
�Please�� he breathed softly
into his ear. �Please, Gaara, fuck me��
If he thought he was
animalistic earlier, he was happily proved wrong. Gaara pulled him down and
crushed his mouth in another kiss, hips moving wildly, uncontrollably. Neji
tore his mouth away, crying out in pleasure. He clawed at his lover�s back,
moving with him, against him, pushing down as Gaara bucked up. Fingers gripped
his hips hard enough to leave bruises, but he didn�t care, because all he
wanted was this feeling inside of him, the feeling of a rolling thunderstorm
ready to unleash its power, and it coiled below his bellybutton, like a tiger
ready to pounce.
Gods, it felt good�
They tumbled back onto the
bed, and Gaara moved on top, and kept on slamming into him. The burning light
in his eyes was unearthly, and Neji, looking into them, was seized with an
uncontrollable need to feel and touch and take everything this man, this demon,
could offer him, and no one would take that away, no one could take this night
away, and if he could help it, no one would take Gaara away, because he knew,
deep in his scarred soul, that he could never find this ecstasy with anyone
else, and neither would Gaara, because this, this feeling, this
beautiful, amazing, uncontainable feeling, was theirs, just theirs�
�More, Gaara�fuck me
harder, gods, please, harder��
His lover said nothing,
merely bent down and kissed him, an open-mouthed, desperate kiss, their tongues
moving in a fevered dance, and it felt like a fire was raging all through his
body, and he welcomed it, wanted it. His hand slid down to fist his cock,
pumping in time with Gaara�s thrusts, wanting this rhythm to never ever stop
for the both of them, and he could swear that even their hearts were beating in
tandem, and it was all too erotic, but how could anything be too erotic,
especially if it was with Gaara�
He was nearly bent double
when the redhead shifted his legs high on his shoulders, but he kept moving,
and that was all Neji really wanted, for him never to stop, and to keep fucking
him like that, harder and deeper and it felt so much better, especially when
Gaara hit that spot, that spot which made him feel like the storm was
about to break, like the world was about to end, but even if it did end, he
wouldn�t give a damn, because he was with Gaara, and that�s all that mattered,
that he was together with this person, this handsome person who gave him
everything he wanted, and everything he didn�t know could be had, and oh gods�.oh
gods oh gods oh gods oh g-Gaara
�Gaara!� The storm
unleashed its explosive force deep inside in his belly, and he came harder than
he ever had in his entire life, arching back, his mouth torn open in a primeval
scream, a scream from his very soul, and all he could utter was his lover�s
name. �GAARA!�
A hot rush inside him told
his wild mind that his partner had cum as well, but all that truly registered
was Gaara hoarsely calling his name over and over again.
Gentle fingers took hold of
the redhead�s chin, and the rest of his soft moans were swallowed in a sweet,
lingering kiss, hands roaming all over each other again, soothing heated skin
and hammering hearts, whispered apologies for love bites and nail marks, but
through it all, they kissed, and when Gaara pulled out, after a very long
while, Neji gathered the cum marring his lover�s skin and sucked on his
fingers. The redhead half-smiled sleepily and returned the favor, gently
lapping at the white liquid on the pale stomach until the other was clean. Neji
hummed, just as sleepy as his partner, and threaded his fingers through
down-soft hair, tugging lightly until the other rose and settled beside him,
automatically taking him into his arms.
He pressed a kiss to the
bronzed skin in front of him, over the still-rapidly fluttering heart. Then
they went to sleep, his head tucked between Gaara�s neck and shoulder, the
redhead�s hand still lazily caressing his hip, while his own fingers stroked
his back, feeling fulfilled, safe, feeling loved.
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