A Virgin Kiss

A Virgin Kiss

by Hestia

Plot Summary: Gaara wants a prostitute; Neji has to tell him he’s too young. Gaara offers to be Neji’s first sex partner; Neji demands Gaara’s first kiss. Where’s the line between love and sex?

Time: post Chuunin exams, during the time skip, just before Part II

Warning: Gaara's 15 and Neji 16. Gaara's a whoremonger who likes to experiment. Don't read if the age thing freaks you out. More explicit language and sex as story goes on. No lemons in this chapter.

Length: 89,000 words or so


Chapter 1: The Talk

It was Jiraiya who first introduced Gaara to the joys of patronizing a whorehouse. When Gaara was on a mission to Tensu City, he heard Jiraiya and Naruto were in town. In trying to find Naruto, Gaara found Jiraiya at a house of pleasure. When Jiraiya told Gaara that Naruto would arrive there in two hours to meet Jiraiya to go somewhere for dinner, Gaara was determined to wait for him there. Jiraiya, desperate not to miss a session with two of his favorites and not to annoy the management, paid for Gaara to enjoy some company. Gaara had enjoyed it.

Starved for touch since childhood, Gaara found paying for sex fulfilled a need he'd not really even been aware of. It was also quite easy: he wasn’t expected to kiss or talk and didn’t even have to remove his clothing—the parts that needed to be taken off were taken off for him. He just had to feel and let people he could easily kill touch him. At first, he basically enjoyed getting hand jobs and blowjobs, and wasn't really interested in doing much more. Once he mastered keeping his sand from interfering, he found he liked this new way of passing time very much.

Shukaku kept Gaara from sleeping, and there was often little to do at night. But once Gaara discovered the seedy world of prostitution that woke up for the night and went to bed with the sun, he had a new way to occupy himself. He began just letting himself be worked to orgasm, but after a while, he was more willing to try other things. He liked being on his back watching a woman or a man slide down on him and move above him. He liked to watch the faces and listen to the sounds. His own orgasms were never the same as those of the whores—he didn’t pant, moan, or scream. He didn’t make any noise. He didn’t willingly talk, and even when cumming, he didn’t move very much. But he came, and it always felt good—almost like what he imagined a dream might feel like to a normal person. It was a time when reality seemed to drift away and the focus was on how he felt, on this need, this sensation, this pleasure.

Eventually, Gaara tried everything. He discovered he could not visit places that explored “darker” tastes, however. His sand would not let him experience pain, and Gaara found that anything that involved himself whipping anyone was not a good idea. The blood excited Shukaku too much, and he would try to take over Gaara’s brain and body. The whole point of sex for Gaara was to feel human, to feel normal, not demonic. So Gaara avoided anything that involved S&M or B&D. But just about anything else was interesting—and a better way to pass the night than sitting alone staring at the sky.

In Suna, however, Gaara wouldn’t indulge. The prostitutes, both male and female, were too terrified of him, and his increasing acceptance as a ninja worthy of succeeding his father made Gaara conscious that frequent visits to a whorehouse were just not something a Kazekage did—at least not in his home village. But on ninja missions before becoming Kazekage and on diplomatic ones after his new status, Gaara could indulge and did.

In fact he didn’t even have to leave his rooms any more. When the Kazekage was asked if there was anything else he wanted, just saying, “A prostitute,” usually brought a woman to his door although more cautious hosts might send both a man and woman. A few asked about his preferences, but Gaara didn’t have any. Sex didn’t involve love, so why did it matter what the person giving him the sex looked like?

It was the Kazekage’s first night in Konoha. Kankurou hadn’t come, and Temari was out drinking with Shikamaru. Gaara had been told the two ninjas guarding his room, Izumo and Kotetsu, were assistants to the Hokage, and he could ask them about whatever he needed. At about two o’clock, Gaara was completely bored and tired of sitting up doing nothing. He headed for the door. The one called Izumo, whose hair covered his right eye and cheek, bowed and asked, “Kazekage-sama, how can we help you?”

“Either get me a prostitute or tell me where the nearest whorehouse is,” said Gaara.

“Ah, Kazekage-sama, could you please wait here while I, I, ah, consult—“

Gaara just moved back in the room, shutting the door, not bothering to listen to the rest of Izumo’s stammering. He didn’t understand why some people couldn’t talk about sex without getting so nervous and stuttering. Clearly people had sex, or there wouldn’t be children at all. People that didn’t want children or marriage or love could have a prostitute.

Gaara went back to staring out the window, waiting. Too bad Naruto was off training. When Naruto and he were in town, Gaara didn’t feel bored, restless, like he needed a way to make the time pass. Naruto was special—he was a friend. That Lee was interesting, too. Gaara liked spending time with him as well. But he was off with that sensei of his that loved him, Gai. Shikamaru, on the other hand, completely bored Gaara, and besides, Temari seemed to prefer to go out with him alone. It probably had to do with Temari and the shadow master fighting against each other and together against that sound nin. `It is always more interesting to hang around with someone I have fought,’ Gaara thought, `like Lee or Naruto. Of course, most of the people I fight die, so maybe that’s why they are so interesting.’ Gaara pondered on this. It was still so odd to have friends.

A knock came on the door, and Gaara called, “Come in,” pleased his prostitute was here. But the figure coming in the door was familiar, and was no prostitute, no chuunin, but the newly promoted jounin, Hyuuga Neji. Gaara was confused. “Hyuuga-san, are you here to sleep with me or take me to a whorehouse?” the Kazekage demanded.

“Gaara-sama, you’re fifteen, you can’t legally have sex with a prostitute. What sort of game are you playing with the chuunins?” demanded Neji right back, ignoring the first part of Gaara’s question.

“I’ve been sleeping with prostitutes for over a year, Hyuuga-san, and no one’s ever refused my money or told me it was illegal. Why is Konoha so different? I can’t sleep, and sex passes the time.”

“Well, you can’t pass the time that way here in Konoha; Tsunade-sama is not going to let you break the laws. Legally, anyone sleeping with you would be raping you.”

“Then Temari is a rapist? If you charge my sister with rape, Leaf and Sand’s relationship will change,” Gaara said in a voice even more menacing than his usual one.

“What are you talking about Gaara-sama? Of course Temari-san isn’t a rapist. She’s not buying sex, and she’s of age anyway.”

“Shikamaru is my age, Hyuuga-san, he’s15. Why is he allowed to have sex, and I’m not? This is very, very offensive. He’s only a chuunin, and I am the Kazekage. I will not let Suna be disrespected.”

“Kazekage-sama, we are not disrespecting you. You can sleep with anyone who freely consents to have sex with you. You may ask anyone you want to sleep with you. However, you can’t buy sex here—no money can be exchanged, and Konoha will not pay for a prostitute for you or order someone to service you. You can’t be serious about ruining the alliance between Sand and Leaf because you won’t bother to sweet talk someone into your bed. Unless you are admitting no one will sleep with you unless they are paid? How pathetic!” sneered Neji.

“But I don’t want a relationship or to get married,” said Gaara. “Why would I sleep with someone without paying for it if I’m not interested in a relationship? What is this sweet talk thing?”

“My god, I need a drink. How about I send for some sake, Kazekage-sama, before I explain why sex without money has nothing to do with marriage?”

“Yes,” said Gaara going over and sitting down on the bed, leaning against the wall with the pillow behind his back. He felt frustrated. Every time he tried to connect to people who didn’t have to live with a malevolent demon inside them, he discovered more gaps in his life, more rituals that were not spoken about and just learned through social interaction. And with him, no one had interacted—he’d even been locked up alone for a while, but of course, people still expected him to know all these social signals.

Neji sighed and opened the door to talk with Kotetsu. After a few minutes, which were passed in total silence, Kotetsu handed in a tray with some bottles of sake and sake cups. Neji strode over to the bed and set the tray down on the nightstand. He poured two cups of sake and offered one to Gaara.

“Sit,” said Gaara, gesturing to the foot of the bed. If he couldn’t look and listen to a prostitute tonight, he’d look and listen to the Hyuuga. He was no Naruto or Lee, but he was a good shinobi.

Neji looked around and walked over to an upholstered chair in the corner with his cup of sake.

“No, sit closer where I can see your face. When Naruto and I drink together he lays on the foot of the bed. Why can’t you? Are you afraid of me?”

“Don’t insult Leaf, Kazekage-sama. And, I’m not Naruto, I actually prefer chairs,” snapped Neji, but he walked over to the huge bed, took off his shoes, sitting cross-legged near the bottom edge of the bed across from Gaara. White eyes and green eyes stared at each other, hostile and challenging.

They sat there glaring at each other for a while, and then both tossed down their cups of saki. Gaara relaxed and smiled. This was a challenge, a battle of sorts. This sort of social interaction he had no problem with—people were always hostile and challenging with him. It was that friendship and love stuff that was so hard. The Sand nin reached for the bottle, filled his cup, and then the hiss of his sand was heard. Gaara looked to see if Neji could be rattled by this reminder of Gaara’s power.

Neji didn’t move, not intimidated. Gaara used the sand to send the bottle to Neji at the foot of the bed.

“Thanks,” said Neji.

After the silence lasted for an inordinately long time, Gaara ordered, “Explain this sweet talk and sleeping with people not for money.” It was too uncomfortable with those blank white eyes just staring at him, sneering at him, not saying anything. Hyuuga needed to be made to talk.

“A lot of people just want sex, not a relationship or marriage, but they don’t want to sleep with a prostitute.”

“Why not? Prostitutes are clean, talented, and do exactly what you want. If you only want sex, why would you want an amateur? Is it the money?”

“Paying for sex is considered perverted, Gaara-sama. Anyone desirable doesn’t have to pay for sex; they are offered it freely all the time. Besides, people like to pretend that they are having a romantic relationship when having sex.”

“That does not make sense. How do you know if a person is serious about a relationship or just pretending?”

“You sure you don’t want to just talk about this with Temari-san?” asked Neji after downing another cup of sake.

“No, I want to talk to you,” said Gaara, realizing it was true. He’d never talked with Neji much before. He knew Naruto liked Neji; it had been clear in the aftermath of the mission to rescue Sasuke. Gaara and his siblings had been called in as backup on that one. Later Gaara had been able to talk to Naruto, and his praise and appreciation of Neji’s close brush with death had been a big theme of the conversation. It had been easier for Naruto to talk about what the other team members had done; he hadn’t talked about his confrontation with Sasuke.

“What’s that big frown for then?” asked Neji.

“I was thinking about Sasuke,” said Gaara.

Immediately, Neji frowned as well. “Yeah, well, that is worth a frown. I agree.” They drank together in silence for a while.

“You really can’t tell if someone is serious or not,” said Neji, going back to the original topic. “It’s part of the thrill, the risk, not knowing if someone is serious or not. Some people like to collect hearts, pretending to be in love with someone, sleeping with them, and then telling them they don’t want to see them anymore. Some people really think they are in love with someone, but after they sleep with them, they somehow realize it won’t work out.”

“Why would a person in love stop loving someone because of sex?” asked Gaara.

“Bad sex? Finding maybe the partner likes different things? Lots of things can go wrong with sex,” said Neji.

To Neji’s shock, Gaara nodded and said, “I don’t like some things. I don’t like whipping people, and my sand won’t let anyone whip me. Is that what you mean?”

Now Neji’s mouth fell open, “You tried bondage and discipline as both top and bottom?” he asked in a slightly awed voice before he could stop himself.

“I tried everything. How else would I find out what I like?” asked Gaara.

“What do you like?” asked Neji, fascinated in spite of himself.

“I like a lot. I usually ask the prostitutes what their specialties are, and I’ve never had anyone not mention at least one thing I like.”

“What sex?” asked Neji.

“What kind of sex do I like?”

“No, men or women, what kind of prostitutes do you sleep with?” clarified Neji.

“Both.”

“So when you sleep with men, are you uke or seme?” asked Neji.

“I have sex with men; I don’t sleep with them. I don’t do martial arts with them, either,” said Gaara, deliberately being obtuse.

Neji laughed, “Do you bend over or do they?”

“Who and how you bend depends on what’s happening,” said Gaara. “But I like to watch my partner’s face, so I usually pick positions where I can look at their faces.” Gaara watched as Neji processed that. He could tell the dark-haired nin wanted to know more about his sex with men, but he wanted Neji to have to say it directly. After more sake and silence, Gaara sensed the Leaf nin’s curiosity getting the better of him.

“Just tell me, do you put your penis in them, or do they put their penis in you?” Neji finally asked.

“Both, but I like to watch their faces.” Gaara paused, just watching Neji’s face, noting all the little signs that Neji was slightly uncomfortable. Making people uncomfortable was second nature to Gaara. He then added, “They all seem to like to make a lot of noises and some interesting faces.”

At that Neji lost it and started to laugh. Gaara watched fascinated as the stiffness in Neji’s face relaxed and his head swung back, showing his pale white throat. It was as if some burden on the Hyuuga, some pain, had briefly left him. Neji leaned his head forward to look at Gaara, looking as if he was going to try to speak. Gaara felt a spark of annoyance that the sight of him made Neji laugh even more, so much so that he fell backwards off the bed. Gaara was tempted to let Neji fall, but his sand, which he’d been using to pass the sake bottle back and forth was out and ready. The sand caught Neji and pushed him back on the bed.

Neji got control of himself. The heaviness seemed to come back into his face, almost as if he had a demon inside him like Gaara that he couldn’t forget for long. The sneer reappeared. “Interesting faces, god Gaara-sama, do you ask them to make interesting faces?”

“No, they do it on their own.”

“Well, if you ask them not to make any noise or faces, they won’t either. They don’t really feel any of that like a real lover, it’s just a fake show for the customer,” said Neji. Gaara understood insults, knew what Neji was trying to do. But he wanted the Hyuuga to spill out more talk, to stay longer. If it got too tense, Neji would leave, and Gaara would be back to fighting off Shukaku alone with nothing but the stars to look at.

“Then why do they do it if they don’t want to? I never asked any of them to make noise or faces. I don’t make noises or faces when I cum. Moaning, screaming, crying, panting, and all doesn’t have to be a part of an orgasm. Why would they bother to do all that?”

Neji laughed again, “Because they think you like it. If you tell people you like to watch their faces, they see that as a request to do something with those faces. Besides Gaara-sama, most people like to pretend they are in love when they have sex. And when you’re really in love and have sex, you tend to make a lot of noise and faces. Lovers talk to each other when having sex and try to get each other to, ah, groan and scream. It’s a sign of how good you are at sex if your partner is really loud.”

“Then I am good at sex because when I have it, my partners are loud,” said Gaara. “Do your partners make noises Hyuuga-san?”

Gaara smiled when Neji ignored that question, saying, “You can’t be so sure your good at sex, Gaara-sama. You’ve always paid for it, right?”

“Yes." After a moment of silence, Gaara finally said, "So I could be very bad at sex,” in a reflective voice, pouring himself more sake. It was annoying, but White Eyes had a point. Gaara’s sand rustled around the room as he thought about it. The look of smugness on Neji’s face was irritating. Then Gaara found himself doing something he’d never have done before becoming friends with Naruto—admitting a flaw: “I don’t like being bad at things.”

Neji grinned at him, “Who does? A lot of people fake it during sex because they don’t want to admit they aren’t enjoying it or very good at it. But if you want to know if you are good or bad, you have to sweet talk someone into having sex and see.”

“But that wouldn’t prove anything if I `sweet talk’ by telling someone things that aren’t true. I don’t want to lie. That’s wrong. I just want sex, not a relationship. Lying to get someone to sleep with you is pathetic Hyuuga-san. Paying for it is honest. Tsunade-sama should change the rules for ninjas to allow any genin or above access to prostitutes.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s better to watch people moan and scream when having sex rather than when dying. Watching death and pain can become addictive, dangerous,” said Gaara with more honesty than he really intended. He didn’t like to talk about his struggles with Shukaku, with sanity. `Damn, White Eyes will probably want to leave now,’ thought Gaara watching the silent Neji think about what he’d just admitted. Those white eyes shut for a moment, and Gaara noted how long and dark Neji’s lashes were. Neji tilted his head down, looking at the empty sake cup in his hand. His dark hair spilled down around his face. It was so thick, smooth, and shiny. No one in hot, sandy Suna had hair that beautiful.

“Hmmm, maybe you should talk to the Hokage about that,” said Neji.

Gaara felt himself almost smile. He deliberately frowned, trying not to look so pleased that Neji was staying. Gaara was feeling good, sort of light and free; it must be from this sake. Maybe he should drink more often? “We need more to drink,” said Gaara, changing the subject. He had a bottle of strong shochu in his pack and used his sand to bring it over. “So are you good at sex, Hyuuga-san? Do your partners moan and scream?”

Neji just drank his shochu, avoiding the question. Gaara smiled; he sensed Neji was vulnerable. “Do you have partners? Weren’t you able to sweet talk anyone into your bed?”

“I don’t do sweet talk,” said Neji. “You’re right; it’s lying. There’s too much lying.”

“Yes, and too much evading the question,” said Gaara, now really wanting to know what kind of person Neji would sleep with, who he’d let play with that long, smooth hair. An image of Neji on top of him with that dark hair falling down around both of them on a bed seemed to float into Gaara’s mind.

Neji clamped his jaw and looked at Gaara belligerently, indicating whatever words he would say next could lead to spilled blood, “I’m a virgin. I haven’t found anyone I want to have a relationship with, and like you, I don’t lie.”

“You could pay a prostitute, Neji-san,” said Gaara, feeling more kindly towards Neji now that he had admitted Gaara was the expert at sex of the two. It felt right to say Neji-san, rather than Hyuuga-san, Gaara thought, pouring more shochu for himself. `This shochu is really strong; I’m feeling so good now.’

“No, I won’t pay for sex,” said Neji.

“So you plan on being a virgin until you marry?”

“No, I’m just waiting for the right person.”

“But if you don’t have sex, you’ll be bad at it, and your precious person might not love you anymore. You need to sleep with someone,” said Gaara. Neji was a nice guy; he deserved to feel that wonderful rush of happiness that came with every orgasm.

“Yeah, I guess so, but I can wait a while,” said Neji.

“You’re a jounin, now Neji-san,” said Gaara, pausing, not sure how to indicate that Neji was more vulnerable to death without sounding like he was questioning Neji’s skill.

“So, I’m harder to kill,” said Neji with a grin.

“Yes, you are. Don’t get killed, Neji-san, you are a precious person of Naruto’s,” said Gaara. The idea of Neji dead was not something Gaara liked. He felt a pain in his chest—damn, maybe this shochu had too high of an alcohol content.

“As are you, Gaara-sama,” said Neji with a smile, and Gaara found himself smiling back. Naruto did that to him. Naruto made him feel human, feel good, feel, well, sort of like he felt right now.

The two shinobi sat in silence, but it wasn’t the same tension-filled silence of earlier in the night. There was a relaxed, friendly quality in the room now although neither’s position had changed.

Gaara watched Neji’s face, noting how that heaviness he sensed earlier was lessened. Only when Neji had laughed had it seemed to go away totally. “You look better when you laugh,” said Gaara.

“And your point is?”

“You should laugh more,” said Gaara.

“Why, so I look better? I’m happy with how I look. What, is my face bothering you?”

“No, I like looking at it,” said Gaara, wishing Neji had come to his room to have sex with him.

“Are you coming on to me, Gaara-sama?”

`Bright boy, isn’t he?’ thought Gaara, `He just figured out that I’m still wanting that.’ Aloud, however, he merely said in an indifferent voice, “I’ll have sex with you if you want, Neji-san. I’d like to watch your face as you come. I don’t know if you would make any noise though.”

“I may be a virgin, but I know that I’m a seme, Gaara-sama.”

“You can be seme, Neji-san, but I want to watch your face. I’ve never watched someone lose their virginity before.”

“Gaara-sama, I, uh, I can’t kiss you, so I don’t see this night ending with sex.”

“I didn’t expect you to kiss me. I’ve never kissed anyone before. I haven’t been kissed by anyone I’ve had sex with. I’m not sweet-talking you, Neji-san. Kisses are for people who make love. I just want to have sex with you,” said Gaara, realizing he really did want to sleep with the Hyuuga, and that if he was offered a prostitute now, it would be disappointing. Gaara wanted to see if Neji’s face relaxed like it did when he laughed, to watch those strange white eyes to see if they would stay open or close when Neji climaxed.

“That’s so weird. I’ve kissed a lot of people. You’re supposed to kiss people before you have sex with them, Gaara-sama.”

“Prostitutes don’t kiss.”

“So your mouth is a virgin mouth,” said Neji with a note of satisfaction.

“Can a mouth that’s swallowed cum really be virgin mouth?” asked Gaara, grinning at the way his comment made Neji gulp. “Thirsty?” asked Gaara, rubbing it in, holding out the shochu with his arm this time, not using his sand.

“Yeah,” said Neji, not moving.

Gaara smiled at him, challenging him to come closer and take the bottle from his hand.

“You seem pretty needy too,” said Neji, graceful shifting from his cross-legged position to one on his knees.

He reached out for the bottle, and Gaara, feeling perverse, said, “Yeah, I’m needy,” pulling the shochu to his lips and drinking a bit. He kept the bottle at his lips, however, curious to see what Neji would do.

Neji put down his sake cup on the floor by the bed. Then he came closer on his knees, his legs on either side of one of Gaara’s, and his hand grasped the bottle and tugged it towards his mouth. He was careful that no part of his body ever came in contact with Gaara's. Gaara kept his hand on the bottle, letting himself lean forward as the bottle moved to Neji’s mouth. But as Neji began to drink Gaara’s hand fell away. He’d never thought about having sex with a shinobi before tonight. Neji was fascinating to watch. His gestures had that deadly grace, that perfect control of all physical movement that all jounins had. When you started to notice that in a chuunin, it meant they were ready for the jounin examination. Sex with someone with that sort of body control could be very, very interesting.

Neji finished drinking and “accidentally” dropped the bottle, then caught it. Just the tiniest bit of shochu splashed out of the top of the bottle and began to run down the side of it. Gaara’s eyes narrowed—that was no accident of course. Neji’s pink tongue slid out and licked up the spill, running up the side of the bottle. `The bastard’s teasing me,’ though Gaara, pleased, —`and it’s working. I’m getting aroused.’ Gaara thought about Neji’s tongue licking his cock. He suddenly felt like he needed sex or at least to masturbate now.

“I need to come soon, Neji-san. You have to pick if you want sex or you want to leave. If I have to masturbate, I’ll do it alone.”

Neji’s teeth clinked awkwardly against the glass of the shochu bottle, making Gaara smile. “Drinking problem, Neji-san?” he asked innocently although inwardly he was gloating, `He’s tempted, he’s really tempted. And it’s not about money, and Neji doesn’t lie.’ Neji’s sly remarks about no one wanting to sleep with Gaara willingly were bothering the Kazekage more than he wanted to admit.

Neji threw the shochu bottle across the room and flopped down sideways along the foot of the bed. Gaara automatically caught the bottle with his sand and set it down. Neji propped himself up on one elbow, carefully shaking his long, glossy black hair back over his shoulder. Those white eyes looked Gaara up and down, considering him in his mesh shirt and loose pants now tented up around Gaara’s arousal. “So you want me to fuck you in the ass, do you, Kazekage?” asked Neji in a new voice, a voice that sounded suddenly seductive and powerful to Gaara.

Gaara felt that familiar feeling of need, of coming pleasure, and he felt his tongue moving, as if it wanted to lick his own lips. Gaara bit down on it, not wanted to lose face in this verbal duel with Neji. “Yes,” was all he let himself say.

“How badly do you want me?” Neji asked. “Will you kiss me if I want that? I like kissing.”

“You said you couldn’t kiss me, Neji-san, so what would be the point of me kissing you if you won’t kiss me? I told you I don’t know how to kiss.”

“If you're too scared to kiss me, how am I supposed to fuck you?” asked Neji, challenging Gaara. Suddenly it all made sense.

“You can kiss me, and you want to, don’t you?” demanded Gaara.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” responded Neji.

Green and white eyes challenged each other. Both of their chakra flared, filling them the way it would before a fight. Gaara felt his cock twitch, which didn’t usually happen, and a little tiny, “ah” came out of his mouth. It was the sort of sound he only made when he came, and he felt that heady rush of feeling alive that usually only came with fighting or killing or coming. And they’d never touched skin to skin once.

Neji laughed again before saying, “I thought Gaara-sama didn’t make any noises.” But Gaara didn’t hear him. He was watching Neji laugh—it was fascinating. The Hyuuga changed into another person, someone softer, yet not feminine. His relaxed face seemed more powerful, more impressive, than his usual expression, a weird sort of paradox. He was somehow both more feminine and more masculine when he laughed. He was just more, more, Gaara searched his mind for the right word--more intense? more desirable? more alive? Gaara wanted to know what those laughing lips would feel like under his. He felt himself more aroused, more needy that usual, and images of himself touching Neji's cock, sucking Neji's cock teased him in his mind.

“If you kiss me well enough to make me moan, I’ll give you my virginity,” said Neji. “Otherwise, your hand will have to do. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” said Gaara.