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Breakfast	By : NuttyApple Category: Naruto > General Views: 1039 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I wrote this in the middle of the night, when I was supposed to be making my Statistics project. Explains a lot.

Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine

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Breakfast
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Neji stared sleepily at the bowl placed in front of him and blinked.

�What�s this?� he asked the shirtless redhead sitting stoically beside him, eating his own bowl of�stuff.

�It�s porridge.� Gaara caught the distasteful look in his partner�s eyes. �Eat it. It�s good for you.�

�Ah, the litany of mothers everywhere.� �It�s gray. It looks like some cow�s lunch. �

�It�s 7 o� clock in the morning.�

�Fine, it looks like some cow�s breakfast then.� The dark-haired shinobi let some drip from his spoon. It went gloop.

�Just eat it.� Green eyes narrowed. Gaara had made sure he was the first one up, just so he could make breakfast. Since they�d been�busy during the weekend, they hadn�t had time to shop, so all he had found was a half-full tin of oatmeal and some milk. He had distinctly remembered Temari making it for them, when she was too lazy to make anything else. He reasoned that since they were still alive and breathing, she might have been on to a good thing.

So he had spent�no, �endured� twenty of the most boring minutes of his life trying to figure out whether it had reached the right lumpy, bumpy, goopy consistency, and another ten trying to figure out whether or not it had been a waste of time.

�It was all that was here. �You� forgot to shop.� He said accusingly, trying to place the blame, but one look across the table made him stop.

His lover had a sleepy, pouty look on his face, cheeks still flushed even though he had woken up five minutes ago, his unbound hair spilling over his shoulder and contrasting with creamy white skin�

His long, long hair�hair that Gaara liked spread like a star over the pillows, or bound up tightly in his fist as he moved with his lover, �in� his lover��that� hair, caressing the pale body of his snow angel, over the chest which contours he had explored with his tongue, over nipples that stood with the lightest brush of a fingertip, over a flat stomach that still bore bright red marks from last night.

On the outside, to people who didn�t know him at all, the Hyuuga was a cold, calculating genius. In bed though, Neji was heated, insatiable, uninhibited, willing, wanting�he was absolutely, adorably, sexily �wild�.

He could feel the tips of his ears burn when he realized his hand was on his own naked torso and making its way even lower. This was no way for a shinobi to act. He wrestled with his ballooning libido and tore his eyes away from Neji�s chest before he was caught.

Thankfully, the normally horny little kitten hadn�t noticed. He was still scowling at his food.

�It looks �disgusting�.� �When did I start becoming a whiny little brat?� Neji thought to himself.

Gaara pasted a frown on his face and pushed his chair back, more to get away from temptation than to alleviate his lover�s silly tantrum. �I will not push him down and take him on the floor, I will NOT�It�s too damn early-Gods, it should be illegal to look like that...what the hell is he thinking, wearing those damn boxers? They�re practically welded to his ass-Fuck, I want him�to hell with the morals. I�m going to rip those boxers off him and punish him till he cries out my name and then I will pound him into the damn floor and-� The Sand-nin cleared his throat, and quickly backed into the kitchen, trying to keep his already hardened state from view. �I�ll just�find you some fruit then.�

Unaware of his partner�s current state of mind, Neji chuckled and answered his own question. �Since he started taking care of me.�

The opaque-eyed ninja leaned back, looking warily at the bowl of what-Gaara-thought-was-food. Anything that looked that icky was downright suspicious.

It looked �horrible�.

It was like some primordial soup gone wrong.

It was just plain icky. Ick, ick, ick, ick, ick.

Inner Neji laughed at his childish behavior. It was like having Naruto around, but this was him�a more playful, more trusting him.

It was fun, and it was all thanks to Gaara. His Gaara of the deep green eyes, and crimson hair, his demonic saviour, his Gaara that held him so tenderly and so carefully, and was jealous of everyone but his closest friends, his Gaara that only recently learned how to laugh from the heart, his beautiful, strong Gaara that moaned so lustfully every time he was touched, who took him with a passion that he had never felt before, who took him so hard and fast at times, and then slow and gentle the next, but always, always with love in his eyes� His sexy, sexy Gaara�who was in the next room, half naked�

The Neji child was playful�but Inner Neji was horny. �Very, very horny�.He glanced at the bowl, mind already ticking. �And this is what he had to work with.�

Gaara returned to the dining room, having finally tamed his arousal, bearing a plate of sliced strawberries and a pot of brown sugar.

His lover hungrily grabbed the pot and spooned half the contents into his bowl, then poured in the last drop of milk. He smooshed the sugary concoction around until it dissolved, then smooshed it around some more, reluctant to taste it.

The redhead eyed him, taking measured bites of strawberry goodness. The Hyuuga finally raised his spoon and delicately licked it. There was a purr of contentment.

Gaara couldn�t help but watch that tongue swipe at the utensil, licking in short slow strokes and curling around the base to get at the lingering taste, then dipping back into the bowl to start the whole dance all over again.

Now he was alternating the short strokes with long licks.

Now he was taking the head of the spoon in his mouth and sucking at it loudly.

Now the head of the spoon was sliding in and out between those pouty, pink lips.

There was a low moan of ecstatic pleasure and the spoon continued its happy exploration of the paradise that was Neji�s mouth.

By all the gods.

He was jealous of a damn �spoon�.

Amazing how a few spoonfuls of sugar and some milk can change a person�s perspective. He took to the porridge pretty damn quickly after that.

A soft whine cut through Gaara�s thoughts. His eyes looked up from their intense scrutiny of that sinful mouth, brows knitted in confusion.

Neji hid his satisfied smile. �Gotcha hook, line and sinker.� �It�s cold!�

�Because you�re eating it so slowly.� Not that he was complaining or anything.

�But I want it warm.� The snow angel whimpered, bottom lip jutting out. Gaara suddenly felt his boxers go very tight.

�Down, boy�� I�ll warm it up then.�

Neji stood up and practically pranced around the table, his half-full bowl in his hands. What happened next Gaara couldn�t explain.

Neji seemed to trip, his hands flying forward for balance. Curiously enough, the contents of the bowl spilled all over Gaara but the bowl never hit him, and a few hours later, he found the bowl sitting innocently by his chair.

The usually agile Hyuuga had fallen just in front of him, between his open legs, wearing a contrite look. He sat up on his knees and placed his hands on the tanned hips, all the while looking up at his lover with big eyes. �I�m �so� sorry, Gaara, I didn�t mean to trip.�

�It�s alright.� The redhead was nearly breathless at the proximity of his kitten. �I�ll just go to the kitchen and-� He nearly bit his tongue off when he felt the rough tongue on his skin.

Neji, with eyes closed, was slowly, reverentially, cleaning off his chest, making sure every inch felt his tongue, his lips.

�What do you th-think you�re d-doing?� Gaara stammered, fingers clenching involuntarily in his lover�s hair.

His lover looked up and smiled at him, if you could call that slow, sensuous curl a smile. �Having my breakfast.� He said, punctuating it with a long lick up the tanned abdomen.

�Off me?�

�Can you think of any better way to eat it? It�s nice and warm now.� Neji murmured, scooping some up on his fingers and offering it to him. �Do you want some?�

Gaara opened his mouth obediently. He knew better than to say no. Sucking on the proffered fingers thoughtfully, he wondered when his drowsy, angelic kitten had turned back into the wild and demanding lover.

All thoughts flew out of his head the minute Neji started moving his fingers, sliding them in and out of his mouth. Gaara�s eyes flew open and green met white as the very horny angel continued his erotic parody.

He started to move downward, hands sliding over bronzed legs to part them further. He licked and sucked at his lover�s bellybutton, nails raking across inner thighs and leaving angry red marks. Gaara uttered a loud cry, fingers so tightly clenched they were white.

�Gods, oh gods�what the hell is he-Fuck, that feels good...what the hell does he think he�s doing? We have chores and missions and-ooooh, gods yeah, right there, right�shopping! Yeah, shopping, we need to shop, we need food, beer, candles, condoms�I meant toilet paper, lots and lots of toilet paper! Uh�oh fuck yeah�want more�need more�fuck, Neji�NEJI�

�Neji!� he cried out, feeling hot breath wash over the head of his twitching cock.

The Hyuuga genius just purred and pressed his lips against the tip. His tongue darted out to swipe at the pre-cum already pearling on his prize and Gaara nearly choked on a scream.

Neji scooted up and pressed his body against his breathless demon, waiting until the other opened lust-glazed eyes. He dangled half strawberry in front of those eyes. �You like these, koi?�

Without waiting for an answer, Neji popped it into his mouth and pressed his lips against Gaara�s, forcing it to open and thrusting the fruit in. They pushed it in and out of each other�s mouths, sharing the sour sweetness, tongues tangling wildly and hands roaming. At least Gaara�s were. His hands wandered aimlessly over his angel�s back, neck and ass. Neji�s, on the other hand, had a destination.

Gaara tore his mouth away from his lover�s, head arching back, mouth open in a silent scream as he felt one hand stroke him firmly and two pre-cum soaked fingers slide into him.

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Next door, Naruto peered suspiciously at a tin.

�Hey Sasuke, you want porridge for breakfast?�
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