A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 10: The Shirt

The training grounds where twice before Gaara had found Lee and his team practicing were empty today. Gaara scowled; he really didn’t know where else he could look for Neji other than the Hyuuga home. Going there would certainly give Neji an advantage that Gaara wasn’t ready to concede. He tried to think of what he would normally do when in Konoha and had no particular obligations, but everything involved Naruto or Lee. Both of his Konoha friends had often dragged him along to the hospital to visit anyone injured, but the Kazekage didn’t know who was injured right now and hated going there alone—the memories of the time he had tried to kill Lee in that very hospital would bother him.

Another reason not to go there was the high probability of meeting up with Sakura. She tended to ignore Gaara pointedly—well, he had used her as a hostage and almost killed her. Naruto and Lee both considered the pink-haired nin a precious person, but Gaara couldn’t really see the reasons. She wasn’t particularly skilled, and when he tried to get Lee and Naruto to explain their feelings for Sakura, they tended to become incoherent and change the subject, often blushing—oh! His Leaf nin friends wanted to have sex with Sakura! Gaara grimaced involuntarily. He’d slept with female prostitutes, but the thought of sleeping with Sakura seemed wrong somehow—maybe because his friends wanted her. Gaara frowned, trying to think of any kunoichi that he might want to sleep with—well, TenTen was ok, but nothing special, Hinata was ridiculously shy and as the Hyuuga heiress—oh! Maybe Hinata would know where Neji was—and, he knew that Hinata, Kiba, and Shino were all helping Iruka out at the academy this week since it had come up during lunch.

When Gaara arrived at the academy, however, only Akumaru was out in the yard, peeing. He ran up and barked something that was incomprehensible to Gaara and then disappeared around the building, leaving the Sand nin alone with an empty yard. The swing that usually had at least one student on it was empty, and it reminded Gaara of how when he was a child every playground he would enter would immediately empty of all the children. He had never played in a schoolyard with friends.

Why was he here? He had no friends here at this school, and the only person he wanted to talk to was busy inside. What interest did he have in the training of little would-be Leaf nins? Well, it might actually be useful to see how the students here trained and compare it to Suna’s ninja academy. Maybe the two schools could share some techniques or do some collaborative projects. He could use his third-eye jutsu that he had used during the first part of the chuunin exam to check out the school and locate Hinata. But would that seem a suspicious and intrusive act, an insult of Leaf by Sand? He couldn’t risk the alliance over his desire to see Neji. He could, however, go clear a visit and tour of the academy with the Hokage’s assistants.

Gaara was already leaving when he heard barking behind him. Akamaru and Kiba were leaving the academy, and Gaara immediately headed back to greet Kiba—he might know the rules about foreign nins visiting the school or about Neji’s location. “Hey, Gaara-sama, it’s so good to see you!” said Kiba, trying to hug the shocked Kazekage. His sand had blocked the move of course. It hadn’t occurred to Gaara that Kiba might hug him, so he wasn’t working to override the sand’s instinctive protection. “Hey, I’m just trying to be friendly, no need to worry about my touch. You know a lot of people like my touch, Gaara-sama, you might too,” said Kiba raising his eyebrows suggestively, “We could go for a walk; I can show you some interesting sights that I don’t think anyone else can.”

“I want to talk to Hyuuga-san,” said Gaara.

“Haven’t you already? You smell a little of him,” said Kiba. “What do you need Neji for? I’m sure I can help you with what you need, Gaara-sama, more than an uptight, inexperienced guy like Neji. You sure smell pretty needy, like you might need some help right now.”

“I wanted to talk to Hinata-san,” said Gaara, confused by Kiba's unexpected talk.

“Really?” said Kiba leaning in close and sniffing, “You smell like you want to fuck really badly. You smell like you've been walking around hard all day. You smell like you're hard and horny right now under that long coat. I’d be happy to help you take care of that.”

“I don’t want you,” snapped Gaara, “I want—“

“Neji?” asked Kiba. Then although Gaara said nothing, Kiba began to laugh. “You just answered olfactory wise with a resounding yes. If you get tired of him though, don’t forget your friend, Kiba. Love the boots by the way.”

Gaara didn’t know what to say to this; he was still trying to process everything Kiba had said. Kiba found him attractive? Kiba considered him a friend? He had been wanting to talk to a friend about Neji—maybe Kiba would give him advice?

“A friend would talk to me and give me advice, not offer to sleep with me,” said Gaara. “Are you a friend?”

“Hey, friends can sleep together too, Gaara-sama. But hell, I’ll give you some sex advice if you need it; I end up doing that for a lot of people.”

“I don’t need sex advice,” said Gaara, “I need--“ Gaara, stopped, unsure exactly what term to use—relationship advice? Love advice?

“You need someone to help you find Neji,” said Kiba with a grin, “That's why you want to talk to Hinata, isn't it?"

Gaara took a deep breath. He'd forgetten how sensative Kiba's nose was--of course, Kiba could tell what his condition was. "Yes."

"Hey, don't look so down. Hinata told me he was going shopping this afternoon for some new clothes; she seemed to think he had somehow ruined some of his on his last mission. But, I’ll bet he’s trying to pick something out to tempt you. I’ll help you scout out the shopping district.”

“Thank-you,” said Gaara, allowing Kiba to set their direction. “Why do you think he lied to Hinata-san?”

Kiba laughed, “Because he’s one of the vainest people I know. Just look at that hair of his—he got to spend a ton of time keeping it looking that long and smooth, time wasted. And he loves to wear white—it’s a stupid color for a ninja—it shows dirt, blood, everything. He’s the only jounin that wears white almost all the time.”

“I like how Neji looks,” said Gaara.

“Yea, I sort of figured that out,” said Kiba, “but a friend is supposed to point out the flaws in whoever you are interested in.”

“Who are you interested in, Kiba-san?” asked Gaara.

“Who am I not interested in, is the real question . . .” The rest of the walk to the shopping district was spent discussing the wide range of males and females that Kiba would like to sleep with or had already slept with. To his surprise, Kiba found he liked talking with Gaara. Kiba liked doing the bulk of the talking, and Gaara was happy to listen to both Kiba’s heterosexual and homosexual exploits. He found himself asking Gaara, “Hey, if we don’t find Neji, why don’t you join Shino and me tonight? We’re going to get some barbeque and then go to the movies; even if you do hook up with Neji, you could both join us.”

“Won’t Shino-san be upset if you invite guests to join you without asking him first?”

“No,” said Kiba, “We already talked about trying to get a bigger crowd to go see the film. Hey, there he is! Akamaru, go get him to wait up for us.”

Gaara suddenly was a little nervous. He didn’t want Kiba to tell Neji about his smell. “Kiba-san, would you please not tell Neji about, uh, well . . .”

“About what?”

“My smell,” admitted Gaara as Neji turned around and began walking towards them.

“If you don’t stop drooling, he won’t need me to tell him how bad you’ve got it for him,” said Kiba with a grin.

`Damn, he’s right,’ thought Gaara forcing himself to look over at Kiba.

“Well, you don’t have to frown at me like that.”

Then Neji was there saying “Hi,” and Gaara couldn’t help but look at him.

“Hey, Neji,” said Kiba, “Gaara’s going to dinner and the movies with Shino and me, want to join us?” Two pairs of eyes abruptly fixed on Kiba, full of anger. Kiba just grinned, thinking to himself, `Nothing like a little jealousy to get a romance going.'

“Why aren’t you at the academy?” asked Neji ignoring the offer, “I thought Hinata said you guys were helping out all this week.”

“Well, actually, I do need to get back," said Kiba, trying to sound very regretful, "but Gaara needed a new shirt, so I was showing him the shopping district. Why don’t you help him find something?”

“Yeah, I’ll do that,” said Neji.

The look of relief on Gaara's face almost made Kiba laugh, but he managed to just say, “So are you two coming tonight? It’s the usual barbeque place at 6.”

“Sure,” said Neji.

Kiba hurried back to the academy. He was going to make some money off this dinner tonight--he was sure those two would not be able to keep their hands off each other. Shino and Hinata were not going to believe him when he told them why he was so late getting back. Now Kiba just had to get them to bet on what would happen at dinner or the movies . . .

As soon as Kiba and Akamaru walked away, Gaara found himself unsure. He’d never had to, well, “sweet talk” anyone into his bed before.

“So what is it you want?” asked Neji.

“To make a sand shell around us and fuck you till you scream,” said Gaara, forgetting Kiba's lie about the shirt.

“Public sex, sand shell or no, is against the rules in Konoha. So, you do that often in Suna?”

“No, but maybe if you come visit, Neji, I’ll make it a habit.”

“I’m not a screamer, Red, and I don’t do uke, so I guess we’ll just have to settle for buying you a shirt to replace that one I ruined last night. I did warn you, you know.”

“You were the one who was shy about getting naked, Hyuuga,” countered Gaara, “It was the first thing I suggested.”

“Hmm, well, I guess it was my fault. Here, have a new shirt,” said Neji, throwing his shopping bag to Gaara.

“Don’t be stupid. You don’t have to give me your new clothes,” said Gaara, “Here, take this back.”

“Who said I was shopping for me?” said Neji.

“Hinata,” said Gaara, not thinking.

“So you went looking for me, did you?” asked Neji with a satisfied look.

“I wanted to know if Lee was coming home tomorrow,” said Gaara, falling back on his lame excuse.

“So did Hinata know?” asked Neji.

“I didn’t talk to her; I talked to Kiba, and he mentioned your plans,” said Gaara.

“Why don’t we go back to your hotel room, so you can try on your new shirt?”

“What new shirt?”

“The one I bought you that’s in that bag, Red,” said Neji. “Don’t you want to try it on to see if it fits?”

“Yes,” said Gaara, deciding even if the nonsense about the shirt made no sense, he wanted Neji back in his hotel room. “Jutsu or walk?”

“Jutsu,” said Neji, and the two of them used that jounin-level jutsu to transport themselves directly to Gaara’s hotel bedroom.

When they got there, Gaara wanted to just pull Neji in for a kiss and let his hands grip that silky dark hair, but he held himself back.

“Well, go ahead and try it on,” said Neji.

Gaara pulled open the bag and took out the shirt inside it. It wasn’t a simple black mesh shirt like the one Neji had sliced off Gaara last night. It was a white silk shirt. Gaara remember how Kiba said Neji liked to wear white—surely this was shirt for Neji.

“It’s white. Kiba said you’re always wearing white—you got this for yourself, didn’t you?”

“Talking with Kiba about my clothes, eh?”

“He thinks you spend too much time on your hair,” said Gaara.

“So since when have you and Kiba gotten so chummy?”

“About 20 minutes ago,” said Gaara.

“Are you going to have sex with him? Did he kiss you? You’re blushing—what happened?”

“Nothing,” said Gaara.

“Nothing? Kiba didn’t even proposition you? That’s weird because he usually goes after anything that moves.”

“I turned him down,” said Gaara.

“But you went shopping with him and accepted his dinner invitation. Do you want to have sex with Kiba?”

“No, I want to have sex with you,” said Gaara.

“Good,” said Neji, “now take off your clothes.”

“Kiss me first,” said Gaara.

“You’re acting shy today, Red. I thought you didn’t think kissing was necessary.”

“You’re not a prostitute, Neji. I don’t kiss prostitutes. I like kissing you. Do you like kissing me?”

“Yes, but if I start kissing you, Gaara, I might feel the need to rip more of your clothes.”

“I’ll wait for my kiss if you take off your clothes too,” said Gaara.

“Deal,” said Neji, kicking off his shoes and removing his weapon belt.

Gaara put down his gourd and started to undo his coat. He and Neji watched each other as they peeled off their shirts. Then Gaara remembered his boots—damn, he had to look at them to get them off. He bent down to unwrap the straps around the boots. Standing on one foot, he started tugging on one boot. Gaara then made the mistake of glancing over at Neji, who was already naked, who was already aroused, who was moving closer, who was kissing him with one boot still on and one half off. The Sand nin opened his mouth, inviting Neji’s tongue in, but infuriatingly the Hyuuga's lips remained closed though firm against his. Gaara slid his tongue along those lips, pushing at them, trying to coax them open. But then Neji was pulling away, shaking his head, “You're not naked yet, Red.”

“I was trying when you started to kiss me.”

“You’re slow. Does the Kazekage need help undressing?”

Annoyed Gaara tried to pull out of Neji’s arms to finish taking off his boots, but it was hard to get his footing with one only half on. The Leaf nin took advantage of the space between their bodies to reach out and pull Gaara’s pants and boxers down to his knees. Then one of Neji’s hands was on Gaara’s cock and that tongue was in Gaara’s mouth, and the younger teen just gave up. Neji pushed them backwards, and with boots, pants, and boxers trapping his legs, Gaara lost his balance. But instead of the Hyuuga catching him, he let him fall down on the floor, flipped the surprised redhead face down, and straddled Gaara's lower legs. His hands then pulled the trapped teen's ass up the air. Gaara twisted his head back to look at Neji who had grabbed the tube of lube from under the foot of the bed and was already covering his cock.

How? What? Gaara knew he’d put that tube in the drawer by the bed this morning, so how had that lube gotten there? Oh, god, Neji had planned this before he’d left Gaara’s room! Neji had been planning on coming back to Gaara's room and fucking him on this rug all day! Then Neji, his white eyes looking fierce, pushed quickly into Gaara making him cry out with pain at the sudden, forceful penetration.

But Neji's white eyes shut, and his face shifted in a look that Gaara was beginning to recognize. "Oh, damn, Red, damn," he breathed out in a husky voice. The sight and sound of the Leaf nin's pleasure made Gaara's body shudder. The Kazekage's tremor made him more aware of the cock embedded deep inside him and his trapped, vulnerable position. But instead of making him frightened, it excited Gaara, and his penis pulsed and spurted out a bit of precum.

Neji’s eyes snapped open making Gaara gasp as they met his own with a look of intense passion. The Leaf nin's body fell forward over his captive's, and his mouth kissed Gaara’s passionately, satisfyingly, before Neji's hand gripped Gaara's red hair and forced his head to turn. He licked Gaara's ear, then pulled back, his cock sliding out. Then he thrust forward hard, and his mouth was back at the Sand nin's ear. “You want to play doggie, Red, play with me not Kiba,” growled Neji. “You’re going to go to dinner full of my cum, and Kiba’s going to have to eat smelling it on you.”

Gaara felt a thrill race through his body at Neji's words, and he wanted to tell Neji that he loved him and he wanted nothing more than to be his bitch. But his own desire to submit shocked him a little, and he knew that he couldn't appear weak to the Hyuuga. No, Neji might lose interest in him. He tried to growl as if displeased, but the sound that came out was more like a weak moan. Gaara tightened his ass muscles, pushing down to try to force Neji’s cock out. But this only made the Hyuuga exclaim, “Fuck, Red, that’s incredible, oh, yeah, tighten up around me like that as I fuck this sweet ass of yours.”

Gaara bit his lips to not let out a moan. No, he would be silent like he normally was during sex. But this wasn't the sort of sex he normally had, and it was so hard to hold in the sounds as Neji's cock drove into him again and again. He kept struggling to push Neji out, to squeeze down on him, but more now, he had to admit to himself, because it felt so good and made Neji make little grunts, then louder ones, then, oh, god, then, a full-out moan. That sound of Neji moaning sent spasms though Gaara, and it made his ass tighten even more around Neji's cock. They both moaned together at how good that felt.

"Fuck, Red, fuck!" growled Neji, jerking back and beginning to push into Gaara harder and faster. But the powerful thrusts felt so good that Gaara couldn't get his ass muscles to try to push against Neji anymore. Instead he clamped down each time Neji thrust in and tried to pull that cock in further so that it would directly touch that spot inside him that made him quiver. Finally Neji's cock slammed in and hit it dead on, and Gaara cried out, “Neji,” as he felt the pleasure ripple through him.

“Yeah, damn it, that’s it, call out my name,” said Neji, thrusting in hard again and again, hitting that same spot and making Gaara tremble and whimper. “Whose cock do you want in you?”

Gaara squirmed and thrashed. He’d never been so helpless before—he'd never had sex before he expected it, from behind, when his pants and boots were trapping his legs, not letting him move. He had wanted Neji to fuck him all day since breakfast, but not like this, not in a way that was so--so submissive. But, oh, god, it felt so good! And part of Gaara was thrilled that Neji hadn’t been willing to wait for him, for unloved Gaara; Neji had needed him before he even finished undressing. The silly Hyuuga was jealous of Kiba, was trying to make Gaara say his name--trying to show him that he, the Kazekage, was the Hyuuga's bitch. Oh, god, yes, yes, he wanted to cry out, to call Neji's name, to beg him to fuck him harder, deeper. Gaara bit his tongue so hard that he tasted blood in his mouth. That pain, so odd to him, let him hold back those words of submission, but then Neji's hand slid around to grasp his own cock. Gaara let out another cry of “Neji,” surrendering to his need to feel more, to let Neji take him to that place where he wasn’t able to think, just feel.

“Again, say it again,” ordered Neji, his hand stroking the Sand nin's cock letting go and pinching Gaara’s nipple painfully hard while his teeth bit down on Gaara’s shoulder. Gaara just moaned and shook, amazed that those shocking, tiny bits of pain felt so good. Oh god, Neji, had him close to coming already!

“Last night you cried out you loved this, you needed this, Red. What’s different now? You tired of me after one night? Shall I leave you here, still hard, right now?”

Panic raced through Gaara, and all his plans of trying to be cool were immediately forgotten. “No, Neji, no, please, stroke me, jerk me! Please White Eyes!“ His begging was rewarded; Neji's hand was back, and Gaara cried out, “Yes, I love this!"

To his shock, the older teen pulled out and rolled him over on his back. Gaara pleaded, “No, no, Neji, don’t stop.” The Leaf nin was on all fours above Gaara, who was lying on his back, his ass feeling empty, contracting and spasming, wanting Neji's cock back inside it. Gaara’s penis twitched, needy, wanting Neji's touch. Those white eyes were looking into Gaara’s, commanding, fierce, full of desire, yet just a bit vulnerable.

Gaara read that little bit of doubt in Neji and reached up for his face, his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. The feeling of love inside him made it easy to beg as he tugged on that long dark hair, “Please, Neji.” At last, the long-haired teen kissed him, using all his skill. It was a kiss of possession, a claiming, a branding, and all Gaara could focus on was how much he wanted, he needed, he loved Neji. This was being needed, this was being loved, this was being lovers.

Neji picked him up, still kissing him, and carried him to the bed. Then the lips pulled away, and Neji pulled off Gaara’s boots and his clothes. “White Eyes, hurry up,” moaned Gaara.

“Say it for me, Red, let me hear you say what you want from me,” demanded Neji as his hands glided up Gaara’s naked legs, pushing them apart, spreading them.

“Kiss me, Neji, kiss me, fuck me, touch me, love me,” said Gaara his voice cracking as he let that last phrase out, something he'd never said before.

“Gaara, god, Gaara,” was all Neji said, “put your legs up on me.”

Gaara raised his legs up to Neji’s shoulders, and then Neji took him, filled him, stretched him, and put his mouth down to let his tongue do the same to Gaara’s mouth. Gaara was panting for breath when Neji’s mouth lifted. As the Leaf nin's hand and cock drove Gaara wild, he said fiercely, “I love the way you look when you get all needy; I love hearing you beg me; I love the feel of you; and I’ll kill Kiba if he so much as touches you. Your mine, tonight, Gaara, all mine. That’s it, Red, yes, come for me, come for your White Eyes.”

Neji’s words sent Gaara into orgasm--it wasn't love, but it was more than he'd ever expected to hear from anyone. His emotions were shaken as much as his body, and each spasm of his cock as the cum burst from him made him throw back his head and tighten his ass around that cock inside him. “Oh fucking god, Gaara, Red, fuck,” cried out Neji, losing it, falling down on Gaara, filling his ass with cum. Gaara’s arms came up around Neji, holding him as he climaxed, and his green eyes watched Neji’s face. The Sand nin had thought nothing could ever be more beautiful, more erotic than that first time he saw Neji come, but Gaara now knew that wasn’t true. When Neji came with his beautiful white eyes open, looking into Gaara’s, Gaara went into a state he’d never felt before and, finally, he shut his eyes, overwhelmed.

They lay there recovering for a while. When Neji at last raised his head from Gaara’s neck, he chuckled. Gaara had fallen asleep with his mouth open. That mouth, that virgin mouth, that no one but Neji had kissed, had tasted was there before him, looking adorable. Mine, all mine, he thought with deep satisfaction. Neji lowered his head to kiss Gaara awake. He wanted to see that mouth full of his cum before they went to dinner. He wanted Gaara to know that every hole on his body was Neji’s, only Neji’s.