A Virgin Kiss

A Virgin Kiss

by Hestia

Chapter 2: The Kiss

“Agreed,” said Gaara. “So why don’t you get naked?” He wanted to see the Hyuuga nude, wanted to know what his chest looked like, how much hair he had on it.

“Naked? I don’t need to be naked for a kiss!”

“I’m trying to get you in the mood to moan, baka!” said Gaara. “Our agreement had to do with anal sex, not oral sex, right? You’ve never had oral sex?” Gaara was hoping that Neji would see this as another challenge, one that he would lose face to not accept. He wanted to suck on Neji’s cock. No one had ever been quiet when Suna's Kazekage pleasured them that way. Gaara licked his lips, his tongue already wanting to go to work.

“Wait, no, you’re serious aren’t you? You want to give me a blow job to get me in the mood for a kiss?” Neji asked in a voice full of disbelief.

“Well, how am I supposed to make you moan without stimulating you first?” snapped back Gaara. It bothered him that Neji was acting so shocked about the idea of Gaara sucking him off. There was nothing wrong with giving someone head—the noises were so much better than when Gaara was getting it.

“With a serious kiss, baka! Not like the ones you give your sister or mother.”

Gaara felt himself losing his erection and let himself get a little angry. It was easier to feel anger than pain. Naruto and he had talked about the pain of being alone. This fool Hyuuga had a whole clan. He could talk about kissing a mother or sisters like that was normal. “I have never kissed my sister or my mother,” he said coldly, getting up and walking over to the window, suddenly not wanting to look at the white-eyed ninja anymore. This was why he slept with prostitutes. There was none of this uncomfortable talk. But there wasn’t this kind of excitement either, really. Neji’s pride, Neji’s need to be better than Gaara, was exciting. He wanted Gaara to fail, so he could rub it in his face. The Kazekage should not be a failure, could not be a failure. But he might be--evidently sex between people was very different than sex between prostitute and john.

“This is so stupid,” said Gaara, “We both know you’re the one who kisses, so you’re the one who will be good at that. I’m the one that has sex, so I’m the one that’s good at that.”

“We don’t know that—“ started Neji.

“Shut up, Hyuuga, just shut up,” said Gaara too annoyed to even add an honorific to Neji’s name and too caught up in his feelings to notice. “Even if I suck at sex, I can do a better job of fucking than you because I’ve had practice and experience. You’re just wasting our time with this stupid challenge.”

“You don’t think a first-timer can have natural talent? Didn’t you ever do something perfect on the first try?” It was Gaara’s turn to be surprised. This from Neji? He had certainly changed from that snot in the chuunin exams who had spouted all this talk about destiny and no one ever changing. It was infuriating for him to be so encouraging now that Gaara was feeling just a bit inferior, a bit vulnerable.

“Yes, I’ve always been good at killing. I got that down perfectly on the first try,” said Gaara, turning around to glare at Neji, feeling more secure now. He knew no one that could kill as well as he. He was the best.

Neji was standing too, but Gaara’s fierce glare didn’t have the effect it usually did. He started laughing, walking over to Gaara, radiating confidence and superiority. `He’s not afraid of me at all,’ thought Gaara, `He’s taller than me, too. He moves better than I remembered; well, he is a jounin now. He looks good when he’s laughing.’

“We didn’t say your first kiss had to make me moan, Gaara,” said Neji. “I’ll let you work on it for as long as you’re visiting. Maybe you’ll take to kissing like you did to killing,” said Neji with a shrug. “But I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispered leaning in close to Gaara.

Gaara’s heart began to beat faster, and his sand rose up between them, making Neji laugh again. `Dammit,’ thought Gaara, `that sand made me look scared. I haven’t had a problem with my sand during sex since the last time I tried B&D. This is embarrassing. Why does he have to look so good when he laughs? It’s his chakra; it’s exciting my chakra. I’ve never had sex with anyone with so powerful a chakra.’

Gaara sent his sand back to the gourd, aware his chakra levels were rising, responding to his excitement and his—not fear, no, but, well, nervousness at the idea of kissing Neji. As he watched, Neji’s eyes shifted into Byakugan, the blood inheritance limit of the Hyuuga clan. “Losing control of your chakra there, Gaara?” taunted Neji. “Or do you need all that chakra for something? Using genjutsu to make someone moan would be incredibly pathetic.”

Gaara smiled and pushed back, “You need Byakugan to kiss somebody, Neji?” He deliberately left the honorific off Neji’s name. It could be an insult or an acknowledgement that they were now, well, friends? Sex partners? Lovers? No, not lovers. Love wasn’t something Gaara did, sex was. Neji would take it as an insult.

“Say that again,” ordered the white-eyed jounin with a look on his face that Gaara didn’t understand.

Gaara smiled, “Your name? You want me to say your name again with no honorifics?” So he wanted to hear himself insulted again? Was this going to turn into a sparring match?

“Yeah,” said Neji.

Gaara thought about it. As much as he wanted to believe Neji was asking for an insult, he didn’t. This was Neji forcing Gaara to admit they were now closer, that they didn’t need honorifics anymore. He didn’t know why it seemed hard to say Neji’s name by itself, now that Neji wanted him to. He didn’t have any problem just saying Naruto and Lee. But this didn’t feel like the sort of friendship he had with either of them—it was very different. It was sort of friendship, but it was sexual, too. Gaara didn’t like the idea of friendship and sex blurring. It was, shit, no, yes, it was scary—dammit. He straightened up. He was the Kazekage, and he was scared of nothing.

“Neji,” he said in a loud, firm voice.

Then Neji kissed him. He didn’t just lean over and quickly kiss him like Gaara expected. Gaara didn’t really know what he expected, but it wasn’t this. He didn’t know kisses lasted so long. Neji’s lips were soft against Gaara’s, gentle at first, but then firmer. His tongue, that pink tongue that Gaara had pictured licking his cock, flicked out, licking him, pushing at Gaara’s lips. No one had ever licked Gaara’s lips, and it felt so good, so intense, so, so, so—right. Yes, so right. It made Gaara just want Neji to take over, oh god, it was making him breath heavily. He would not moan for Neji. The Kazekage would act like he kissed people all the time. Gaara remembered watching Jiraiya kiss and how a lot of tongue seemed to be involved. He let Neji part his lips a little, and then the torture began.

Neji’s tongue was very, very talented. Gaara tried not to think about that tongue on his cock, trying to focus just on what Neji was doing. His tongue was teasing, then probing, flicking, then sucking. It slid in and out, making Gaara wonder how it would feel if they were fucking at this same pace. Serious kissing evidently involved a lot of work on the part of the kisser. Oh god, he was sucking again, now biting, probing, his tongue seeming to be everywhere in his mouth, filling him.

Gaara’s cock was twitching again, and Gaara pushed himself against Neji. Neji had only touched Gaara’s mouth; he hadn’t put a hand on him. Gaara found himself wanting more of Neji, wanting to feel his body against his. He wouldn’t moan or make noises for Neji, but he needed to touch Neji’s body. What Neji was doing to his mouth had him painfully hard, painfully needy. Gaara wanted to feel flesh against his flesh.

Oh, yes, Neji’s body against his—no sand, no space—nothing but two thin sets of clothes between them. Muscled ninja against muscled ninja—two powerful bodies that could kill and fight, now just pressing together, thigh to thigh, cock to cock, hip to hip, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, tongue on tongue. The feel of Neji’s body against Gaara’s was amazing, so much more arousing than the naked flesh of a nameless prostitute. Their chakras were intermingling a little. Gaara felt his whole body shake. He felt confused—he never shaken like this before even when having sex; in fact, he'd never felt so out of control yet wonderfully demon-free before. He wasn’t controlling his shaky, needy body, but neither was Shukaku. It was as if Gaara’s body suddenly had a will of its own: it wanted to pant, to push against Neji, to shake. Then Neji pulled his mouth away, shocking Gaara.

The loss of those lips felt like every rejection of Gaara’s life, and a sound between a whimper and a cry came from Gaara’s mouth.

Neji laughed softly, satisfied with this sign of Gaara’s need, this evidence of his talent. Gaara couldn’t feel upset that he had been the first one to cry out, to have lost the unspoken challenge between the two nins. The sand master had never been touching someone when they laughed. He could feel Neji’s chest rumbling and shaking against his. The feel of that laughing chest against his own was making his own chest feel so good, so warm, so full, full of something, something good, and Neji’s face, oh yes, it had that relaxed look again, that happy, sexy look. Gaara put his hand up around Neji’s head and pulled it down to his lips. He wanted another kiss, to feel more of that talented tongue. No he didn’t want, he needed. But Neji was passive, his chest still rumbling with laughter, his mouth not open, that tongue not touching Gaara.

`This is not acceptable. Neji must make noises for me too. I can’t let him win this challenge.’ Gaara’s hand tightened on the back of Neji’s head, while his other hand found Neji’s crotch. Gaara’s hand knew how to stroke a cock to make it hard and dripping, ready to cum. If you don’t sleep, you can have sex with a lot of prostitutes in one night. If you alternate between getting off and getting the prostitute off, you can have sex with even more of them. Gaara always liked playing with a man’s cock and balls, making him groan and twitch. That White Eyes thought it was money that made those men cum in Gaara’s hand, annoyed him. Gaara held Neji’s lips against his own, not worrying about trying to coax open his mouth, but focusing on what sort of strokes of his hand usually produced a fast orgasm in the male whores he had been with.

Gaara’s own cock was throbbing, greedy for touch, but Gaara didn’t want to just stroke himself to orgasm. Masturbation would be a pathetic let down. He was determined that Neji would make some noises for him. The Hyuuga’s first reaction to Gaara’s touch was that the laughing stopped. But the shaking didn’t. Gaara felt a surge of satisfaction rising in him. Neji was breathing faster; he could feel White Eye’s heartbeat speeding up. Gaara was making this ninja from the most powerful clan in Konoha, the one Naruto called the genius, tremble with want. Then Neji’s mouth opened under his, and for the first time in his life, Gaara pushed his tongue into another person’s mouth.

Neji’s tongue slid away, avoiding his, and Gaara caught it with his and sucked at the same time as his hand twisted and slid up Neji’s erection. Oh, that was almost a whimper that White Eyes had made, almost. His panting was louder now; Gaara could tell he was close to make a sound. The Sand nin let his tongue begin to tease Neji’s, imitiating Neji’s kiss while he caressed and rubbed Neji’s testicles. Then suddenly Gaara bit Neji’s lower lip hard to hold their mouths together and let both his hands pull Neji’s cock from his pants and started that ritual of pleasure that led to an orgasm. He squeezed and tugged. He twisted and teased. He explored the tip, the slit, the curls at the base. He set a rhythm that had never failed to make a whore spill his seed into his hands.

Neji was panting and shaking, but dammit, he wasn’t crying out, moaning, and groaning like the whores. Gaara sent some chakra into his hands, giving him more strength, making his muscles able to quicken his movements. Oh yes, that was a whimper. That was a gasp. Gaara knew he was good at this; he was going to win: White Eyes was going to have to admit that Gaara was very, very good. Oh, that was a cry of pleasure. Gaara pushed himself to please like he’d never done before, moving his tongue and hands at the same pace.

Neji gave a little moan, and Gaara felt himself flooded with euphoria. But then Neji's hands were tugging Gaara's mouth back to his, and his tongue, that talented tongue, was taking over the kiss. Oh god, this kiss was even better than the first one.

This time when Neji pulled his mouth away from Gaara’s, Gaara didn't hold back his own moan. There was no point in pretending. The two ninja were needy, wanting, and thinking the other was doing things right. Neji's hands tilted back Gaara’s head, and then his tongue and lips were on Gaara’s throat. Gaara let himself moan again, wanting that tongue back on his mouth, even as he worked Neji’s cock with both his hands. His moan was louder and longer than Neji's had been, but Gaara knew his need for sex was greater than most people's.

The sounds Gaara was making seemed to inspire Neji, and he pulled his lips from Gaara’s neck with a cry and sought Gaara’s again, pushing his cock into Gaara’s talented hands, his hips and body swaying forward, begging for the Kazekage’s touch. Then the sounds just seemed to be filling Gaara’s head. He knew he was making some of them, but others were definitely Neji’s. It didn't matter anymore: they both needed, they both wanted, and both were too excited to keep track of who was moaning the most.

Gaara didn’t care that he was making noises loud enough that Kotetsu and Izumo had to be able to hear because the sensual sounds Neji was making were exciting him more than screams from a prostitute. Neji didn't lie, he was wanting. And to make it even better, Neji's penis was quiving under his touch; White Eyes had to be close to coming. Amazingly, Gaara felt himself close to coming too, even though his own cock wasn’t getting any attention. He always needed direct stimulation—a hand, a mouth, an ass. But tonight he was almost there, and his cock was still inside his pants, untouched, unsucked, unsheathed. But Neji, god, Neji’s tongue, Neji’s moans, Neji’s shakes--Gaara didn't want this to end, he didn’t want to come and not be able to keep stimulating Neji. For the first time in his life, Gaara tried not to climax.

But then Neji’s orgasm took him. That head with the magnificent dark hair tilted back. Neji's long, dark lashes covered his eyes, and his face was transformed by the pleasure he was feeling as his cum spilled out into Gaara’s hands. Gaara squeezed again, and Neji just breathed out, “Gaara,” and started to collapse. It was the most erotic thing that Gaara had ever experienced, and he felt those wonderful shudders of orgasm beginning in him.

He cried out in surprise, summoning his sand to support both of them since his climax was making him shake as much as Neji. And in his pleasure, Gaara felt free of Shukaku, felt nothing but himself, his delight, his satisfaction, his mind whole and sane and happy. It was that stage he craved, that feeling he needed. The one he thought must be what dreams felt like. And it had never felt so good, so right, so perfect. He’d had the best orgasm of his life, and his pants were still on. “Neji,” breathed out Gaara in wonder, “Neji.”

Gaara had thought he knew all there was to know about sex. But Neji was teaching Gaara that when it came to sex, he was still a genin. How could this be?