Insomnia

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Neji and Gaara, after that night, were nearly inseparable. Neither really spoke to one another and they still fought viciously, but they were never really far way from the other. They fucked – because you really couldn’t call it anything but, violent as it was – as often as Neji’s body could handle the strain. There was no hate, no enmity; only understanding, want, and – though both were equally loathe to admit it – love. They didn’t need words to prove their love; it was done in actions. A touch here, a smile there, maybe something special for dinner. And Gaara helped Neji improve his chakra-based echolocation to the point he only needed to send out a short burst and it would light up an entire mile from his position. Neji had also become unerringly accurate with projectiles, able to score a killing blow eight out of ten times. He and Gaara were still practicing that one. His improvements made him proud, because it proved he could handle himself fin a fight. It proved he could live as a shinobi. Neji felt at peace here in Suna, living with Gaara, and he never once wondered if Konoha wanted him back.

Unfortunately, word had a way of making it from confidence to the ears of those who should never hear it.

Neji was in Gaara’s office when the first messenger came. It was easy enough to get him to leave, young and inexperienced as he was. All Gaara had to do was glare. The message was clear.

Neji was Gaara’s. No one else could have him.

However, Konoha challenged that claim, time and time again. The fight for Neji lasted nearly a month before Tsunade herself wrote a missive and had it delivered via Sakura and Lee. That, Neji knew, Gaara could not argue with. They were given a week. In that week, Gaara made damn sure Neji couldn’t walk without a limp. At the end of it, they clutched to one another and slept fitfully. Sakura was required more than once to separate them before their tempers frayed enough to fight.

The last day of Neji’s stay in Suna, he woke to find himself alone. Neji rose, showered, and dressed. He ate breakfast – as little as it was – and went in search of his lover. He found Gaara in his office, halfway through the day’s paperwork and it was only five in the morning.

“It’s not like it’s good-bye forever, you know.” Neji said softly, closing the door behind him. Gaara grunted.

“Might as well be. I’ll be doing Kazekage shit while you do what missions you can.”

“I have vacation days built up from when I could see,” Neji tried hopelessly. Gaara only looked at him; in the silence, Neji knew the redhead’s eyes were skeptic.

“Your family will object.” Gaara said finally, turning back to his paperwork.

“Screw my family,” Neji said, moving forward to where he remembered the desk was. “My uncle has Hanabi to continue his line.”

Gaara’s eyebrow rose. He pushed away from the desk and felt Neji circle, appear before him and hug him. He wrapped his arms around the brunette and sighed.

“I don’t want you to go,” Gaara whispered helplessly.

“I know,” Neji replied quietly, “But we’ll never be apart. Not really.”

Gaara grunted. He knew Neji was right and there would always be plenty of opportunities to be with the Hyuuga. The chuunin exams, for one. Gaara froze a moment later after feeling the brunette’s lips against his ear, moving softly against the shell.

“What did you say?” Gaara asked slowly, carefully. He heard Neji swallow and watched him shift his weight from one foot to the other.

“I said ‘I love you’,”

“Mean it?”

“Would I have said it otherwise?”

Gaara shifted, and pulled Neji down for a kiss, far gentler than the ones given before. Neji melted against him, showing Gaara in more ways than words how much he loved him. Willingly, Neji dripped to his knees and worked to open Gaara’s pants, drawing him out and tentatively touch his tongue to the head. Almost instantly, the redhead was hard and aching for the Hyuuga. Gaara groaned as Neji enveloped his cock in wet heat, head falling back as a velvety tongue slid over the vein. It had taken Gaara weeks to coerce Neji into giving him head, so for Neji to do it now, willingly, it was just about the hottest thing Gaara had ever seen. The Kazekage relaxed and let Neji suck on him, rewarding him with a tug and reprimanding with a snarl, instructing Neji on how to pleasure him. Before Gaara could come in that wonderful mouth – and he greatly wanted to – he pulled Neji’s head back and lifted his lithe lover onto the desk, carefully avoiding stacks of folders. He wasted no time in divesting Neji of his clothes.

“Gaara.” Neji whispered.

“Shush,” Gaara said as he knelt between Neji’s spread legs. “I know. I’ll be quick.”

He cut off Neji’s coming protest as he pushed his tongue inside Neji’s passage, a move he had never done before. So Neji shut up and writhed on that slick muscle, fist at his mouth to silence his noises from those who waited outside. Gaara pushed deep with his tongue, wetting dry inner walls and tasting Neji as he’d never tasted him before. Blood and salt and something viscous but not entirely unpleasant; all these tastes made up Neji. He drew back and gave the brunette a tilt of the head in apology before he pushed in, once again stretching Neji beyond what he could take. Neji only winced and gasped, pain quickly fading to pleasure as Gaara began to move, slamming into him with enough force to rock the desk off its legs a few good inches. This was lovemaking, Gaara decided, thrusting slowly into his lover and watching the Hyuuga writhe beneath him. Time, though was against them, and so Gaara picked his pace up and drove Neji to completion. Sticky from come, the two parted, cleaning up as best they could. Gaara helped Neji dress and gave him a warm kiss.

“I love you too,” Gaara finally choked out. Neji smiled and kissed him back, before he made for the door, disappearing out the portal with only the slightest – and pointless – glance back. Gaara watched him go and looked down at his clenched fists. Slowly, he relaxed and sat back down behind his desk. Paperwork before play, he decided. Temari would probably enjoy some company today. Gaara would get a fight out of her almost as easily Neji. It wouldn’t be the same, but he had to wait for the day he could be with Neji again. Besides, if he didn’t seek her out, Temari would tease him for pouting. He didn’t want his bitch of sister to gain that wild card of power over him. Bad enough she knew about him and Neji. Her silence on that had been bought with a two week paid vacation to the hot springs but it would’ve been much easier to just kill her, Gaara decided.

With thoughts of murder on his brain, he smiled and got down to business.