A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 15: The Deal

Shikamaru was as good as his word. In exactly ten minutes, Gaara came out of Temari’s room and met Neji in the hall.

“You asshole,” said Neji.

“You pulled my hair in front of everyone,” said Gaara, “and you did scream.”

“You’re going to be the one screaming, Red,” said Neji.

“Oh, so your fight with Shikamaru didn’t wear you out? What’ve you got planned for round one, Hyuuga?” said Gaara as he unlocked the door and held it open for Neji.

“He called me Screamer," said Neji defensively. "Red, Cripes, was that all you could come up with?”

“What do you want me to call you?”

“I don’t know, but I want to take you out for scallops before you have to go. Shikamaru thinks you might be finished with the negotiations tomorrow. Are you going to be leaving right away?”

“There’s no way I’m leaving tomorrow, Neji, and you better not be going on a mission tomorrow either, or Tsunade is going to find the Kazekage is very, very grumpy.”

“Oh my god,” said Neji with a moan, sitting down on the bed dejectedly. “Gai and Lee are going to be unendurable tomorrow night.”

“Maybe we should eat in and send out for scallops,” suggested Gaara.

“Maybe you should take off that shirt and get your ass over here. I believe we had deal, slowpoke.”

Gaara smiled at Neji and just started unbuttoning his shirt very, very slowly. When he had undone the last button, he didn’t take off the shirt, but put his hands up on each shoulder and then slid them down each side of his chest, saying, “I love this silk fabric, Neji. Thank you, my White Eyes. Maybe I’ll have to get a few more of these.”

“I’ll remember that for your birthday, Red. God, Red let's leave together tomorrow, no matter what. After you left, Ino wanted to know if your hair was red all over. Don’t let her get you alone, Gaara; I don’t trust her not to rip your clothes off.”

Gaara licked his lips and slowly pulled off the shirt. “That all you want off, Screamer?”

Neji's face hardened a little after Gaara called him Screamer. “You don’t get to take your pants off, yet, Red, and no coming until I give you permission. No, wait, I’ve changed my mind about you coming over here. You can just stand there and play with your nipples while I get undressed.”

“Play what?”

“Pinch them, baka, caress them, flick them, let me see you get them nice and hard,” ordered Neji standing up and rapidly undressing.

For the first time that night, Gaara started to wonder if he had made a mistake in letting Neji claim he won the bet. This was another one of those things that didn’t happen with prostitutes, one of those embarrassing sex-between-normal-people things. Feeling a little silly, Gaara put his hands up to his nipples and started awkwardly to rub them. He’d never done this before.

But Neji was now naked and back sitting relaxed on the foot of the bed, smiling and slowly stroking himself, already hard. Gaara licked his lips and then pinched his nipple hard, hoping that would please his lover and get him to let Gaara take off his pants.

“Tell me how that feels, Red. Do you like pinching yourself?”

“It feels weird, Neji," said Gaara after thinking about it. "It sort of hurts, but it sort of doesn’t. Can I come over there and kiss you?”

“No, Red, pinch those nipples again, hard this time, so it definitely hurts.”

“Neji, please,” said Gaara.

“Please what, Red? You want to come over here and bite my nipples, bite my cock?”

“Yes,” said Gaara his mouth opening a bit as he pinched down hard on his nipples.

“Did it hurt this time?”

“Yes, Neji,” said Gaara.

“Put your hands behind your head, Red, and let me look at you. My word, your pants look a little tight. Is your cock as hard as those little red nipples?”

“Yes,” said Gaara.

Neji stood up and walked over to Gaara and lowered his head down to one of Gaara’s nipples. But he didn’t bite it, lick it, or even kiss it. He just blew gently on it. “Does it still hurt, Gaara?”

“No, Neji,” said Gaara, pushing his chest closer to Neji’s lips.

“Don’t move, Red, I didn’t give you permission to move. But you can tell me what you want. You don’t want your nipples to hurt again, do you?”

“Please, Neji,” said Gaara.

“Are you begging, Gaara?”

“No, Neji, I’m just asking you to touch my nipples, please.”

And then Neji’s hands were on Gaara’s nipples, pinching harder than Gaara had, pulling and twisting. It hurt, but clearly it wasn't harmful or damaging to his body. Gaara knew that sometimes people would complain more about little cuts from paper than those from knives, which didn't make sense. This nipple thing had to be something like that. But god, god, it was hard to think when Neji was being so rough with his nipples. Gaara moaned, shut his eyes, and opened his mouth, saying huskily, “Neji, Neji, that hurts. Why do you want to hurt me?”

Neji just let go and lowered his head to Gaara’s chest, sucking and licking each red, erect nub until he heard Gaara moan again.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Red,” said Neji. “Doesn’t the pain make what comes after feel better? How do your nipples feel now, Gaara?”

“God, Neji, god, sore but also tingly, more alive than they’ve ever felt, like they’ll never get soft again. Please let me move, Neji, please. Let me kiss your nipples, let me suck your cock, let me touch you.”

“No,” said Neji moving back and sitting back down on the bed. “But I’ll let you take off your pants and sandals if you pinch yourself again for a full minute.”

Gaara licked his lips again and wiggled his hips. But Neji said nothing and just began to stroke himself lightly again. The sight made Gaara’s cock twitch with envy, and his nipples seemed to tingle even more with pleasure and with need as well. Oh god, his nipples did feel good, despite the soreness, very good. This was normal-people sex, and he might as well trust Neji. Everything he’d done so far had felt good. Gaara wasn’t used to pain, so maybe it did make the pleasure afterwards better. Hell, he wouldn't know. And he could take his pants off. Slowly Gaara lowered his hands back to his tingling and aching nipples.

Taking a deep breath, Gaara pinched tight. Oh god, it hurt. Why did Neji want this? Gaara didn’t want to moan, didn’t want to give Neji the satisfaction of hearing him make noises for him. Oh, god, surely that was a minute?

“Thirty more seconds, Gaara, and no slacking off, or the pants don’t come off.”

And Gaara moaned but kept his fingers tight and endured the pain. Neji was worth it; his kisses were worth this mere minute of suffering. Hell, he could endure more of this if it would keep Neji looking at him like he was the beautiful thing on earth! And for some bizarre reason, the more his nipples hurt, the harder and wetter his cock got.

“Ten more seconds,” said Neji.

Gaara bit his lip to distract himself from the burning agony of his nipples.

“One minute, Red. You can undress that sexy body of yours now.”

Gaara heard himself whimper as he undressed. `God, at last,' he thought, closing his fist tight around his painfully erect cock.

“No touching yourself, Gaara!" growled Neji, and the sound made Gaara's cock twitch. "Do you want me to tie up your hands to help you to obey?”

“No, Neji, no, I can do what you want, whatever you want. I’m naked now, Neji, what do you want me to do? Do you want my hands on you? My mouth?”

“Oh your mouth, Red, your mouth. Come over here, kneel down, and suck my fingers.”

Gaara walked over, swinging his hips slowly, as if he wasn’t the one who had been making needy little noises only seconds before. Yes, he knew how to play power games. Slowly he knelt down, put his hands back again behind his head, arching his back, showing off those red, abused nipples. He tilted back his head, his hickey dark on that bare throat, shut his eyes, and opened his mouth.

It was Neji’s turn to bite his lip. He could just shove his cock into that mouth and let Gaara suck him off. He could fill that sexy pink mouth that had driven him crazy with those scallops at dinner with his cum. But Neji wanted to be seme again, to reassure himself that being uke hadn’t unmanned him. He put out his hand and slid two fingers into Gaara’s mouth.

Gaara didn’t hold back the noise as he sucked on those fingers. Neji tried to wait at least a minute, but at about fifty-five seconds, he said in a shaky voice, “Up on the bed, Red, on your hands and knees.”

Shit, his fingers probably weren’t wet enough. He didn’t want to hurt Gaara—it had been hard enough to watch him struggling to pinch his nipples for a minute—hot, sexy, arousing, but also oddly painful, oddly upsetting.

Neji moved over to the night table, pulled out the tube of lube, and dropped it on the bed, near Gaara’s left hand. “Put some on your fingers, Red, and let me see you put them—“ Neji stopped as Gaara looked up at him with sad eyes. “Fuck, Red, don’t look at me like that,” said Neji flopping down on the bed with a sigh, “Climb up on me and kiss me.” And the smile that lit Gaara’s face just made Neji melt, “Shit, Red, I love you,” said Neji before Gaara’s mouth met his.

Gaara kissed Neji like it might be their last kiss. The feeling of Neji’s chest hair on his sensitive nipples felt as good as the feel of Neji’s cock against his own. God, it was like another present, his first words of love, and the intense pleasure of those rough hairs making all the pain and soreness seem so worth it. Hell, if that was what it took to get Neji to tell him that he loved him, he’d be happy to pinch his own nipples day and night. Gaara kissed Neji, pouring his love into the kiss. But it wasn’t enough, and Gaara was the first to pull from their kiss.

“Where did you want that lube, love? Just tell me what you want,” whispered Gaara.

“I want you to do whatever you want, Gaara, whatever you want,” said Neji. “I don’t want you to hurt. I’m sorry.”

“No,” said Gaara, “My nipples feel so good now, your hair on them is making me feel so good,” said Gaara sliding his body up and down over Neji’s and moaning.

“God, Gaara, god, I don’t think there’s any sound more erotic than your moans,” said Neji, pulling Gaara’s mouth back down to his.

Once again Gaara broke the kiss. Neji just stared up at Gaara’s happy face thinking he didn’t care if Gaara made him uke again—it was worth it to see Gaara looking like this—radiant? Shining? Hell, he didn’t know a word that could really describe it.

Then he felt Gaara’s hands smoothing lube on his cock, coating him. Then Gaara was covering his fingers with more lube and sliding those fingers into himself. Gaara, the powerful Kazekage, was prepping his own asshole for him, for Hyuuga Neji. Neji moaned, saying, “Oh, god, did I tell you I love you?”

“Yeah, Screamer,” said Gaara, pulling those fingers out and positioning himself above Neji’s cock, “You did mention it. Did I tell you that I’m feeling the same way?” said Gaara beginning to slide down.

“Oh, god, Red,” cried out Neji as Gaara began to move quicker, and Neji put out his hands to stroke Gaara in time with each rise and fall of the Sand nin’s hips. They just stared at each for the longest time as they pleasured themselves together until Neji had to moan, feeling himself getting close to coming.

“I’m going to make love to you all night, White Eyes, all night. I don’t sleep you know.”

“Gaara, Gaara,” was all Neji could say.

“You don’t have to last, Neji. It’s ok if you come early. I’ll just fuck you until you get hard again, and then I’ll ride you again.”

“Gaara,” cried out Neji louder, reaching up for a kiss, only to have Gaara push him back down on the bed.

“Feel the want, Neji, feel the want,” said Gaara, throwing Neji’s words back at him.

“Ah, Red, please, Red, kiss me again? I’m close, so close.”

“No, I think you should feel how good it feels to have your nipples so sensitive that it feels like you're still sucking on them right now. Don’t you think you should feel that kind of pleasure that I’m feeling?”

“Oh god, Red, do it, pinch me,” said Neji, biting his lip again to try to hold back his orgasm.

Gaara slammed down hard on Neji and squeezed his ass tight, making the Leaf nin cry out in pleasure.

“Look at me, White Eyes, look at me,” said Gaara.

Neji opened his eyes again and looked. “Love, you look like Love incarnate, a god of love! Oh, god, Gaara, please kiss me.”

But Gaara just reached down and pinched Neji’s nipples, quickening his movements.

Neji felt himself start to come, his body jerking out of his control. He shut his eyes, and his head flew back into the bed. Unbidden, a scream rose up in his mouth and filled the room. And then, only then, did Gaara whisper, "My Screamer," and lower his head to end that noise with a kiss as Neji spilled out his cum deep inside him.

Next door, Temari pushed away Shikamaru, listening intently. The shadow nin rolled his eyes, holding in his curses. He thought about Gaara fucking him with all his unsmiling intensity and shuddered. He wouldn't yell or tease Hyuuga tomorrow; the poor bastard couldn't help it. Shuddering again, Shikamaru forced himself to calculate the trajectory of a kunai throw northwest in a 30 km per hour eastern wind from a five-and-a-half-meter high tree. Then Temari was kissing him, and he tried very hard not to pretend it was her troublesome brother. Redheads, yeah, no redheads for him. They were way too troublesome.