A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 16: The Loving

When Neji could come no more, he lay there exhausted with his eyes shut, still kissing Gaara, not wanting the kiss to stop, not wanting to hear Gaara tease him about that scream. But when Gaara’s mouth moved from Neji’s own to his ear, all Gaara said was, “Beautiful, Hyuuga, beautiful.” Neji shivered. Somehow when Gaara called him Hyuuga, it excited him more than using his personal name or either of those other pet names that had somehow been given him. Maybe it was because he was just so, well, Gaara-the-bad-ass-Kazekage when he called him that.

Then Gaara was pulling off Neji's softening cock and sucking on one of Neji’s nipples. It started gently, but the sucking got stronger, on the edge of pain. But before the pain got to the point where Neji felt he would need to stop Gaara, the mouth moved to the other side.

Oh, god, Gaara was right, it still felt like he was sucking on the first nipple—the pain made it feel like you were still being touched when you weren’t. But it wasn’t really pain, it was just a sort of painful pleasure, thought Neji, still feeling too exhausted from his intense orgasm to even put his hand up to Gaara’s head. But he could feel Gaara’s unsatisfied cock hard against his leg, and guilt and pride made Neji say, “Gaara, Gaara, what can I do to help you finish?”

“You weren’t listening to me, love, you just lay there and do nothing until I get you hard again.”

Neji moaned and shut his eyes. Love, Gaara's love, oh god, maybe that was the most erotic name of all. But fuck, did this mean he was to be uke again? Oh dear fucking god, this could be bad. He wasn’t hard, wasn’t desperate to come, so probably all he would feel was pain and embarrassment. But Gaara promised to get him hard. And he'd fucked Gaara, so it wasn't surprising he would want to fuck him, too. `But it's my ass!' thought Neji. For some reason, it didn't occur to Neji that Gaara might be planning to ride his cock.

But then Gaara was kissing him again, making him forget to be afraid. Just when his fear vanished, the redhead broke the kiss, got up, and disappeared into the bathroom. Neji let himself start to slide into sleep. Yet when Gaara finally came out and began to wipe him down, he was wide awake although he kept his eyes shut. That quiet little sound of the door to the bathroom had sent a rush of adrenaline through him. It was odd to lay here and let someone wipe him down; he could do that, really. But it felt good, almost, well, sweet. And then the cloth Gaara was using brushed against Neji’s nipples, and he let out a little moan.

He heard Gaara chuckling. And then Gaara was touching him, stroking him everywhere—on his hair, his arms, his chest, his exhausted and unresponsive cock, his balls, his legs, his feet. His legs were pushed apart, and Gaara knelt between them, but just gently rubbing his leg muscles. His nipples still felt like Gaara was sucking on them.

“It does feel like your mouth is still on my nipples,” said Neji, finally opening his eyes.

“Mine feel the same way,” said Gaara putting his fingers in his mouth again. God, now that was a sight to get him aroused again, but it was still too soon. Then Gaara slowly pulled his fingers out, saliva dripping off them, making Neji moan just a little—oh that was sexy, so sexy.

Gaara’s fingers then were at Neji’s anus, and Neji couldn’t help but stiffen even though he remembered the pleasure that had eventually come when Gaara had taken him for the first time. “I love you,” said Gaara, and Neji felt like this was unreal, bizarre, too strange. Gaara—Gaara—whispering words of love to him, Gaara, his eyes inside those dark circles, exotic, sexy, loving.

But the fingers didn’t plunge in they just circled, teasing, light. And then that exotic creature between his legs lowered his head. Neji groaned, “God, Red, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m making love to you, Neji,” said Gaara before that head disappeared, and Neji felt Gaara’s tongue down there by that finger that wasn’t entering him, wasn’t inside, but was just sort of sliding around in circles. The tongue flicked around, not entering either, but still shocking Neji and yet thrilling him.

“Gaara, Gaara,” cried Neji, “You, you, oh god—“ One finger tip just slid in just a little bit and pulled out, and Neji felt himself push down, chasing after that finger. Then the tongue was there again on the rim, and, yes, a finger finally sliding in. Neji moaned—it was happening again, Gaara was making him want it, no, fuck, be honest: crave it. Neji pushed down harder as Gaara again slid that finger out, not touching that spot, that spot that had given Neji that amazing orgasm.

“Gaara, Gaara,” said Neji, “just do it, or don’t but--” No, wait, there was no way he was going to complain or ask Gaara to hurry.

“Does it hurt, Neji?” asked Gaara moving his head to nibble on Neji’s thigh as his fingers still circled and that one barely entered him.

“No,” said Neji. “It’s, it’s just—I don’t know.”

“Well, let me know when you figure it out, Hyuuga,” said Gaara in a voice rich with amusement. “Here, I’ll use a little more lube, just in case I’ve hurt you.”

The fingers withdrew, and with his legs spread and his ass so sensitive, wet, and contracting a bit, Neji waited for Gaara. Then the finger was back, slipping in, feeling good.

“It feels good, Gaara,” said Neji, “It feels good.”

And then another finger slid in, and Neji just moaned, wanting it. Fuck--he wasn’t even hard, again, but Gaara had him feeling needy again. But he wouldn't say anything; he wouldn’t ask for anything. He’d already come; he didn’t need anything else.

But the fingers rocked in and out, not hurting, just feeling so intimate, making him so aware of everything down there. And his damn nipples still were hard and sensitive.

Then just the smallest brush on his prostate, and Neji moaned again. But infuriately, irritatingly, unbearably, those fingers didn’t do it again. Neji bit his lip and tried to be patient. Then he felt Gaara’s tongue again around the rim of his anus as those two fingers pressed in and out, but not quite deep enough, not quite there. “Please, Gaara, please, just a little deeper,” said Neji, forgetting his resolution not to say anything.

But instead a third finger pushed in—painlessly, slowly, gently, and, dammit, way too slowly, way too shallowly. And that tongue, oh, my god. Neji tried to focus on his flaccid cock, his lack of arousal there, but the sensations beneath that part were too incredible to ignore. And then one finger just brushed that spot making Neji cry out, “Oh, yes, Gaara, there.”

But the fingers didn’t return, instead they seemed to stretch him, touching him everywhere inside but the one place that he wanted touched, no, that he needed touched. Then, they were there, just where he wanted, and Neji cried out, “Yes, Gaara, oh god, yes!” Another wave of pleasure and then the fingers seemed to retreat, to come close, but they wouldn’t touch that magic bunch of nerves again. Neji twitched and pushed, trying to force those fingers where he wanted. “Gaara, Gaara, please,” he said.

And Gaara moved out from between his legs and moved his mouth to Neji’s cock. He took the soft member in his mouth and began coaxing it awake, his fingers still in Neji, but not moving.

“No, Gaara, your hand, please move your hand,” said Neji, all worries about asking for what he wanted completely forgotten. And then Gaara’s hand pulled out of his ass and came up and pinched his nipple hard, painfully hard.

“No, Gaara, no put it back, please put it back! Put it in deeper, please,” urged Neji. His cock was now hardening a bit as Gaara’s tongue twitched around and sucked.

And then Gaara’s mouth was gone, and he moved back between Neji’s legs—slowly, very slowly. But instead of fingers, a tongue slid into Neji, pushing in farther than it had ever done before. The tongue circled then moved in and out, fucking his asshole. Holy shit! Neji's cock was completely hard again, and his need to feel that place inside him touched getting stronger and stronger.

"Oh, god, Red, come on, please," said Neji. But Gaara's only response was to slow his tongue and begin to slide one finger inside him. Oh, yes, yes, give me your fingers thought Neji. Gaara's mouth moved over to Neji's thigh, kissing and licking, and that one finger moved in him slowly rotating. Ah, god, almost, almost--just a little tingle. But then more playing down around his pucker, not deep inside. Dear god, was he supposed to endure this until Gaara worked three fingers in yet again?

“Gaara, Gaara, just fuck me, please fuck me,” cried out Neji, feeling desperate now that his cock was fully aroused again. He reached down and tried to pull Gaara’s head up. But Gaara rose up on his knees, and his hands just ran down Neji’s legs. Then his hands moved to his own cock, but just moved on, up to his chest. Gaara let his index fingers gently roll over his nipples.

“Dammit, Red, dammit, I’m begging you! You know you want to do it; you know you want to be inside me." But Gaara was looking at him oddly, almost coldly, looking like, well, Gaara of the desert, the killer.

"You told me you were going to do me, you practically promised," said Neji. Where was his sweet loving Gaara? Maybe he needed romantic words to come back out? "Come on, love, I’m ready, I’m stretched and ready.”

And Gaara just smiled and licked his lips slowly. Oh, god, this was the wicked Gaara of his fantasies from back when he was a genin! Neji's cock throbbed, and desire flooded him. “Gaara,” cried out Neji, “Gaara, please, please!”

“Do you love me, Neji?” asked Gaara.

“Yes, yes, can’t you tell?” Neji pushed up his now erect cock and tilted his ass towards Gaara. “Don’t be cruel, Gaara, please.” Oh, god, please, make my fantasy come true.

And then Gaara backed off the bed and pulled Neji towards him. Neji let Gaara hook his legs over his arms and tilt up his ass. The first thrust slammed home right where Neji had wanted, and the pleasure exploded in Neji’s body. And then again, and more pleasure. Oh god, yes, yes, this was Gaara fucking him, the powerful Gaara that needed no one, the ninja who had broken every time record in his chuunin exam, the youngest Kazekage ever! This leader, this warrier, this supreme killer, was fucking him, had picked him!

“This time you begged, Neji,” said Gaara, “Do you see the difference?”

“You’re a sadistic bastard, Red,” moaned Neji, “and god help me, I love you.” And those next few thrust were pure heaven. Ah, god, so good. The only thing better would be if he'd hadn't had to beg, had just been taken. It was too humiliating to beg. He was a Hyuuga after all. And then as if reading his mind, Gaara stopped moving again. Neji let out a little shriek of frustration.

“Pinch your nipples, Neji, or I won’t move any more,” said Gaara in that infuriatingly calm and controlled voice.

Neji cursed in frustration and called his love some of the foulest things he could think of. But his hands came up, and he pinched his nipples and squeezed his ass muscles around Gaara’s cock, trying to pull it deeper into him. To stop now would mean he'd begged for nothing--and that he'd be stuck in this unbearable state of need. Neither was acceptable.

And then Gaara was moving again, and Neji threw back his head and just cried out with pleasure, his hands falling away from his nipples. Oh, god, yes, yes, this was worth it, so worth it! But Gaara stopped again, and Neji, understanding his game now, put his hands back to twisting and pinching his nipples as he begged once more, “Please, Gaara, please.”

And then Gaara got serious. And the pain in his nipples and the pleasure as Gaara hit that spot again and again was making Neji lose all his pride--not that he had much left to lose--and he was really begging now, “Gaara, Gaara, oh god, Gaara, god Gaara, holy fucking god, I love you, oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god, yes! Oh god, please, oh god please, please, yes, yes!"

Gaara was filling him, filling him full of cum, and he cried out, "Neji!" as he came. But even as his own orgasm was ripping through him, Gaara was tugging and twisting on his cock, making Neji come too, leaving him mastered, humbled, tears spilling from his eyes, saliva dripping from his mouth, sperm pooling on his chest.

Somehow now that he'd come, this situation was too embarrassing. Gaara was still inside him, his cum inside him--both proof of Neji's submission. He shut his eyes and turned his head into the bed, letting his long, dark hair cover his face.

Gaara pulled out quickly, shocking Neji, making him cry out and shake again, and then to his horror, he felt Gaara shove something cold and hard into him, replacing his cock. Neji’s head snapped up, a hurt cry on his lips, and then Gaara was kissing him again, lifting him up and setting him on the bed, and his sand holding Neji’s hands down that were struggling to reach down and pull out whatever it was that Gaara had shoved into him. Neji felt sand between his legs as well holding whatever it was inside him. Fuck! This, this was the Gaara of his fantasies, using his sand to get what he wanted. Why the hell had he thought this was erotic?

“Here,” said Gaara, raising up Neji, freeing his hand and putting a glass of water into it. And because his throat was dry from all his begging, Neji just took the glass and drank quietly, not struggling, not dealing with the sand that was holding in whatever was violating him.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” said Neji.

“I love you, Neji,” said Gaara, “Trust me. Go ahead and go to the bathroom.”

Neji got up from the bed, on the side away from Gaara, moving gracefully as if he didn’t have something inside him, holding all Gaara’s cum in him, making him feel full, horribly, amazingly full—and very, very sexy. Fuck, it was erotic, very erotic! Neji washed off his body, everywhere but his anus, which was still held full by that bit of sand. He even, after a long time, managed to urinate. He brushed his teeth and slowly combed his hair.

And then the comb was taken from his hand, and Gaara was combing his hair and telling him how much he loved it. And then he was praising Neji’s lips, his legs, his shoulders, his tongue, and picking up Neji and carrying him back to bed. And the sand was gone, the thing was gone, and Gaara’s penis was back in him, feeling so much softer, better, and oh, god, oh, making him quiver again.

Gaara was gentle, kissing him, his skin so soft against Neji's, his touch reassuring, comforting, relaxing. Another wave of pleasure shook Neji, and he moaned, wanting Gaara to stop, but not wanting that. He was too tired, too exhausted, too drained to feel anything. But he felt good, so good, and it seemed like his body weighed a ton, was so heavy, so relaxed, and oh, yes, feeling so good. And when Gaara whispered in his ear again, “I love you,” Neji whispered back, “I love you” and let himself just drift in and out of what seemed a dream, as more shudders of pleasure would make him awake and then soft kisses and words and strokes would send him back towards a state close to sleep.

“Sleep, love,” urged Gaara, “I’ve got you; I’ve got you.”

Sleep, how could he sleep with Gaara making love to him? Gaara was softly moving in him, his strokes slow and lazy, but steady, never stopping. One hand was massaging Neji’s shoulder, then his jaw, making Neji relax. And again more pleasure, more kisses, but Neji couldn’t keep his eyes open. But when Gaara finally came in him again, he managed to beg, “Gaara, Gaara, no more, no more.”

He woke up again, this time in a tub of warm water, cradled in Gaara’s arms. But this had to be a dream, he decided, since there wasn’t a tub in Gaara’s bathroom. A good dream, a warm, soothing dream. He let his mind drift away from the bath to another dream, one where Gaara and he lay in a cradle of warm sand making love.

The next time he woke up, he was in the bed again, hard, his cock deep in Gaara’s mouth, no, in his throat, oh god! Was this another dream? Did it really matter? And then fingers were sliding into him, the mouth sucking harder, and touches on his prostate making him buck up and shout, as another orgasm took him. And after that, Neji remembered nothing, nothing, until Gaara was shaking him awake and kissing him good-bye. The sun was painfully bright, and Neji closed his eyes again and drifted back into another dream.