A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 20: The Reassurance

When Neji and Gaara reached the room, Gaara was trembling. But Neji’s strong, steady arms just held the Sand nin, and his lips came down on Gaara’s bringing reassurance and comfort. The Kazekage was acting less like one of the most feared fighters in all the five countries and a lot like the lonely, scared, and confused fifteen year old that he usually hid inside his silent, tough demeanor.

“Silly baka,” said Neji when the kiss at last stopped, and he slid his hands up into Gaara’s flame red hair, fluffing it up and pushing it around, sort of like an owner with a beloved pet.

“I love you, Neji,” said Gaara, in a voice that seemed to be saying “I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me”—the former, words that Gaara rarely said and the latter words that had never crossed Gaara’s lips since the night his uncle had died trying to kill him on his father’s orders.

“Yeah, I kind of figured that out,” said Neji. “I read the message you left on my body last night.” Remembering Sakura, Neji winced.

Still feeling vulnerable, Gaara was stung by his lover’s look of pain and disgust.

Neji saw that Gaara flinch, and his hands caressed Gaara softly as he said, “Your sister’s desire to be respectable made my morning pretty horrid, Red—she sicced Shikamaru on me, so don’t be surprised if someone says something tomorrow about how I spent last night drinking away my sorrow at being tossed from your bed. I’m pretty sure TenTen bought it, and she was trying to help save my pride by giving me a reason to walk away and not be sent away. God, Red, that face of yours!”

In the seconds it took for Neji to pull Gaara into a kiss, Gaara’s mind flashed back on all those whores’ faces he had watched. Now he was the one making faces, which was something troubling, but if it got Neji to kiss him like this, it must be a good thing. For Neji's tongue seemed even more talented than it had been the night before. `How did I live without kisses?’ wondered Gaara, and that mass of pain that was always there inside him surged up, answering his question. Life before Naruto had befriended him, before Neji had kissed him--the loneliness, the hurt--

Neji captured Gaara’s tongue again, sucking it into his mouth, and his hands went down to Gaara’s ass, squeezing and pulling Gaara against his body, against that hardness that was Neji’s cock. Overwhelmed with desire, Gaara forgot his past pain.

`I’m wanted, I’m wanted, he’s hard for me, he wants me, I’m the only one he’s ever put that cock into--me, it’s me he’s kissing, me he’s squeezing, me he’s grinding into, oh Neji,’ ran the thoughts in Gaara’s mind.

When Neji’s hands slid up into Gaara’s hair and jerked his back, Gaara just let himself say what he was feeling, “Neji, please, Neji, don’t stop, don’t leave, please, God, my nipples have been tingling all day remembering you, wanting you—“

Neji’s mouth was now rougher, more demanding, but too soon came that jerk on Gaara’s hair that pulled back Gaara’s head, exposing his perfect untouched, unmarked throat.

“Who healed you? Did you ask for it?” growled Neji.

“Tsunade, Tsunade did it when I had my hands full signing papers in front of a room of VIPs, Neji, I couldn’t stop her at that point. Neji, Neji, mark me tonight, mark me as yours, make me yours—“

Neji laughed—that laugh that vibrated against Gaara’s chest, that laugh that took all the heaviness out his face, that laugh that that made him look him look even more attractive, more desirable.

“After all the effort Tsunade and Temari made to make us look respectable, no way—no visible marks until we are at least a good day’s travel away. But since you begged me, love, I’ll mark you where no one will see, in places you keep covered up. I’ll even let you pick where the first one goes.” And then Neji was stepping back from Gaara and removing his weapons and shoes.

Gaara immediately began to strip, and there was no need for more words. They went slowly, revealing their bodies with lots of pauses and looks that promised all sorts of delightful things. They seemed dizzy, almost drunk, from the sight of such a naked masterpiece of male flesh, aroused and displayed just for them. The desire in each other’s faces made them stretch out muscles just to see that look of awe, appreciation, even adoration that every teasing display produced. Neji really didn’t need to shake so much to get his hair back in place, and Gaara didn’t need to roll his shoulders back two, no, three times. Neji didn’t have to bend over to put his shoes together neatly, and Gaara’s hair hardly called for so much smoothing and finger combing.

“So, Red, you got a spot in mind?” purred Neji.

“The bed, on the bed,” said Gaara.

“Oh you can get on the bed, Red, but you need to tell me where you want your first mark.”

Gaara though about all the places he could conceal a hickey, all those spots that Neji could bite and suck and love—the top of his shoulder, down by his hip, on his upper thighs, on his ass, oh god to feel those teeth, those lips, that talented tongue back there, close to where he wanted to feel it pleasuring him, penetrating him—oh yes. “I want it on my ass, please, Neji. Mark my ass as yours,” said Gaara—and the look on Neji’s face as he heard those words was one that Gaara knew he would remember a long, long time.

Then Gaara crawled up on the bed and moved to the center of it, but near the headboard. He pushed aside the pillows, so he could lie his head down against the blankets. But he kept his ass in the air and spread his legs wide, inviting Neji to come between them and take what he was offering.

The first touch on his ass was Neji’s hair, falling down on his butt checks, his lower back, his upper legs, tickling, brushing so softly on him. Then just as he felt Neji’s lips touch skin, that hair was on his balls, teasing, tormenting. Gaara’s hand started reaching for that sack of skin, but then Neji’s touch was gone.

“Fold your arms across your back, Red,” ordered Neji.

Gaara moved so his wrists lay against each other at the small of his back. It was an oddly comfortable position, pushing Gaara’s face harder into the soft bed than when each forearm had been resting on either side of his head. Then he felt Neji pull his arms back a little tighter and start binding them together with what felt like a leg bandage. He took his time, wrapping the bandage around and around Gaara’s hands, wrists, and forearms. A genin could still get out of that, but then Gaara felt ninja wire over the soft bandages and that flare of a chakra string that would defeat the efforts of all genins and most chuunins to undo. A tremble shook Gaara’s body, and he moaned a little.

That Neji was taking the time to bind him, slowly, carefully, thrilled Gaara. The Hyuuga's soft touch told him this was done from love, from possessiveness, not sadism. But was fear part of his lover's motivation? Did Neji worry that he would fall asleep again and attack him once more? Somehow Gaara knew this binding was not linked to that. No, no, it was to show him he was Neji's lover, Neji's uke, Neji's bitch, yes, his to take however he wanted.

Ah, the restraints Neji put on him only symbolized what was in Gaara's heart, for love made him helpless to deny his dark-haired lover anything. The Sand nin had struggled to not show how much he loved the proud Hyuuga, to not cheapen his worth in his lover's proud eyes. But this bondage, oh, yes, this was perfect: he could do what his heart wanted, submit and give everything to his White Eyes, letting his lover wonder if he would have struggled, would have resisted, letting him feel he had imposed his will, his body, on the powerful Kazekage, Gaara of the Wind Country. And that powerful leader trembled and moaned.

“What was that, Red? I didn’t hear you,” said Neji.

“Please, Neji, please touch me, bite me, mark me, love me,” said Gaara.

“I love you, Red, and I’m going to make sure your body knows it, I promise you that,” said Neji, and then he bit down on Gaara’s ass, making him moan again and clench his ass checks together. Neji sucked on that spot of flesh that was painfully alive, painfully aware, and his long silky hair once more was sliding over Gaara, teasing, caressing, a gentle counterpoint to the intensity of sensation beneath Neji’s mouth.

Gaara let out another erotic moan and tried to pull his arms from their bonds, but they held him tight. Neji’s words, “I love you,” just filled Gaara’s mind and heart, and he wanted desperately to hug and caress Neji, to kiss him. Neji loved him, Neji was showing his body his love, was writing his love on to Gaara’s body with his teeth and mouth. Finally, Neji pulled up his head to check out the mark he’d made, and that hair shifted and moved against Gaara’s balls, in his ass crack, around his entire backside.

Gaara whimpered and pushed up his ass after those lips, not wanting the contact to stop. But he could feel Neji getting up again. “Neji, Neji, please, please, don’t leave me like this,” begged Gaara.

“Don’t worry, Red, I won’t break my promise. But you’ll like this. It’s something I won in a bet today from Shikamaru.”

Gaara twisted his head to try to see what Neji was doing back there between his legs. But then the unmistakable feel of a lubed finger at his anus, now sliding inside—“Oh yes, Neji, yes, please, yes,” said Gaara pushing up and clenching his ass muscles around that finger, trying to suck it in deeper.

“Hey, hey, relax, Red, none of that,” said Neji as he pulled out the finger. And then Gaara felt something else, something bigger but not flesh, at his opening. It was small at the tip, smaller than the head of Neji’s penis, and those first few inches slid in like Neji’s finger. But whatever it was, it got wider the deeper Neji slid it into him, now as thick as two fingers, now three, now as wide as a cock, and oh, god, it hit that spot—and pleasure seemed to burst in Gaara, and he cried out with the feelings pulsing over him.

“It gets, better, Red,” said Neji, and he pushed the toy in even further, the last part of it painfully wide, stretching Gaara’s anus out in burst of pain that came along with another wave of pleasure.

“Neji, Neji, Neji,” screamed Gaara, panicking that his anus had torn a little but then calming as that sharp stinging was lost in the greater pleasure. Even as his mind eased, his body was quivering as the toy started moving and vibrating inside him. Soon he was thrashing about, his sand swirling above them. But Gaara was able to hold back his sand, and the bonds held his arms firm, and Neji’s body held his legs apart. Gaara bucked and shook, pushing at the toy inside of him, squeezing and shaking, but the pleasure and pain was rippling through his body now making it hard to think and impossible to string together any words.

And then Neji’s body was bent over Gaara’s, his cock pressed up against Gaara’s balls and his own twitching penis. At, last another kiss! But no, Neji was reaching for his nipples, already hard, already sensitive, and snapping down two little clamps on them. He rose up and got off of the bed, walking over so he could look down on Gaara, seeing his face, seeing his bound arms, his stuffed ass. He reached out a hand to feel the clamps on Gaara's nipples and smiled. White eyes and green met, and those white eyes seemed to pour out love into Gaara, making him feel wanted, needed, desired, desirable, even in such a humbling position. Yes, Neji had gone to all this effort when he could have just fucked him. He must have been planning this all day, carrying those toys around with him, making sure to have bindings and wire, too. Ah, god, god, he was so beautiful, standing there with his long hair spilling over his naked skin!

"You look good like this, Red, real good," said Neji, and in his voice the pride was touched with wonder.

And maybe it was that, that shocking sense that Hyuuga Neji, the genius of the great clan, found it amazing to be his lover, that pushed Gaara to the brink of orgasm. He was there, so close, and oh, god, everything, everything was sensitive, everything on overload, twitching and shaking and quivering and throbbing, and Gaara knew just one touch on his cock, one stroke was all he needed to cum violently. He could hear himself making noises of need, begging noises, the noises of a lover lost to everything but desire.

Ah, noises that were rewarded: Neji’s hand reached out and cupped his balls, squeezing, oh god, pinching, and the pleasure and pain mixed, holding back that orgasm for just a little longer. But he needed to come, needed it so badly, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes as he pleaded, “Neji, Neji, please, please, please, I love you, I love you!”

Yes! Yes! Now that hand was on his cock, able to touch, able to play since that pinching and squeezing had pushed back his climax. Ahhh! There was a thumb on the slitted tip of Gaara’s cock, but then maddeningly, it was gone—and it was all too much. There was that odd feeling in his nipples now numb from the tight clamps, the vibrating in deep in his ass, that feeling of being so stretched where his anus was held open wider than it ever had been, and Gaara was sobbing now, pleading like he had seen so many people plead before him in terror. But these weren’t sobs of fear, but sobs of need, and Gaara begged, really begged this time, “Neji, Neji, oh god, please, please, I can’t take any more, please let me come, please let me come, oh god, love, please!”

And then Neji got back on the bed and rolled him over on to his back so that his bound arms were now beneath him and trapped under his back. The vibrating toy slid out a little, brushing that magic spot in Gaara and making him cry with pleasure even as the tears streamed out of his eyes. Then with one hand Neji grasped Gaara’s cock and stroked firmly while the other began pulling out and pushing in the toy, sending Gaara into that world were there was nothing, nothing but pleasure, nothing but feeling his sperm flying up, spraying Neji, spraying himself. It seemed like the pleasure would never end, and, as if to prove it, the toy was jerked out, intensifying Gaara’s orgasm in a way he’d never experienced. When Gaara was finally able to be aware of himself, his body, the room, Neji had already put his penis inside him and was making love to him. He was taking his time, moving slowly, smiling, stopping to kiss and stroke. The intense pleasure of Gaara's orgasm slowly ebbed away, replaced by emotional bliss.

Neji was smaller than the toy, gentler, and slower. He took off the nipple clamps, throwing them off the bed, and the blood rushed back into his nipples making Gaara moan. But Neji's lips and tongue soothed each painful nub of flesh, and soon the sharp feeling had dulled, replaced by a pleasurable sensitivity. The very air made Gaara feel like his lover was still there kissing each reddened, aroused little tit.

He felt Neji lift him a bit, trying to push a pillow under his head to take the weight off Gaara’s bound arms. “Hey, Red, you got enough chakra to cushion yourself with sand?” whispered Neji as he gently rocked inside Gaara.

Gaara’s response was the whisper of the sand pushing up his body and taking the weight off his arms, so it was almost as if his arms were just dangling under him. “All comfortable, baby?” asked Neji, moving his cock in Gaara in a circular motion that felt so good.

Gaara just smiled up at Neji—the pleasure of his orgasm, the soft of feel of Neji still inside him, the pressure gone from his arms and nipples, and his White Eye's words of love and care caressing him—“Oh, yes, oh yes,” he breathed out. Baby--he was Neji's baby!

The Hyuuga bent and licked a spot of Gaara’s cum off his chest and came up for a kiss. Their tongues met, sharing that taste of Gaara, the taste of love. Then Neji lay down on top of Gaara and sighed with pleasure. His head was half off Gaara’s shoulder, and Gaara called more sand to cushion Neji’s head, so it didn’t strain his neck.

“Ah, baby, you’re spoiling me,” said Neji pulling up his weight and beginning to move again in Gaara in slow, steady strokes. “This sand must mean you’ve never had to spend a night on the rocky ground. And it means you can always make a soft little nest for us to make love on.”

“Yes, and I’ll be sure to always do that for us, White Eyes," promised Gaara. Always, always, what a wonderful word!

“Oh, the benefits of loving the greatest manipulator of sand alive—how the hell did I get this lucky?” asked Neji.

“Because you stole my heart,” was the redhead’s honest answer.

“Hmm, yeah, I guess I did. But hey, let me show you a benefit of loving a Hyuuga, baby.” And then Neji’s eyes went into his Byukugan, and his hand was over that tenketsu at Gaara’s neck where Gaara had gotten his first hickey. Gaara then felt the oddest sensation of tension and pressure. Neji was sliding a little chakra into his tenketsu—not enough to hurt or harm like he did when fighting, but just letting a little of Gaara’s chakra built up, making that spot tingle. Then he moved his hand and his own chakra away, and Gaara’s chakra flared up out of his tenketsu in a burst of intense sensation that made Gaara moan with pleasure.

“Like that?” asked Neji.

“God, yes, Neji, yes,” gasped out Gaara. “it’s like another pleasure center where I never felt anything before, like that spot inside my ass you hit.”

“This one?” asked Neji pushing hard into Gaara’s prostate and sending more waves of pleasure through him.

“White Eyes!” cried Gaara.

“Ready for more?” asked Neji licking Gaara’s ear.

“Yes, please, yes.” Then Neji’s hands were moving at fighting speed to every tenketsu he could access without withdrawing from Gaara or moving him. And burst after burst of pleasure took Gaara as the genius of the Hyuuga clan blocked and released each one. It was as if suddenly Gaara had spots of skin wired right into his nervous system, right into that part of the brain that controlled pleasure. And all over his body, Gaara felt sensations stimulating him--something that had before only seemed to happen when he was caressed on the tip of his cock, his balls, those nipples, and that secret spot inside him that he let Neji touch. Now pleasure rippled from his neck and chest and upper arms and hips and thighs.

“Neji, Neji, oh god, Neji,” cried out Gaara feeling as if this was just about as intense as an orgasm and even more intimate since it seemed like Neji was pushing into him everywhere and making everywhere he touched feel so completely alive! And everything was vibrating oh so pleasurably, too. Gaara felt some blood pushing back into his penis.

Neji groaned, and his hand curved around that stiffening cock, “God, Red, how the hell does your body do this?”

“It only responds to you like this, Neji,” said Gaara in a husky, almost purring, voice.

Then the lovers were kissing again, lost in the bliss of loving and being loved. Neji’s fingers, no longer pushing chakra out, now caressed and stroked the tenketsu. He kissed and licked others, and Gaara felt as if his entire body was sexually changed, each tenketsu now a little erogenous zone that Neji seemed able to stimulate at will.

Gaara tugged at the bindings holding his arms back, “I want to touch you, too, Neji, I need to touch you. You’re doing it all for me, and there’s nothing I can do to pleasure you.”

“Oh, you’re pleasuring me, Red, you’re pleasuring me,” said Neji now stroking harder and faster into Gaara. “I can’t stop now, baby, oh god, you feel so sensitive under me, so good.”

And all Gaara could do was moan as Neji’s hands set off more waves of erotic bliss, and the Leaf nin’s head tilted back, and his mouth fell open a little as he got closer to his own release. And the sight of Neji’s pleasure, of him so close to orgasm, and the beauty of his face and chest above Gaara, pulled Gaara into a higher state of arousal once more. Then Neji put his hand down between them, gasping out in a voice breathy with desire, “Come with me. Red, come with me, Red, together—oh, god—Ahhhhhh!” and pleasure transformed Neji’s face, so it seemed to Gaara like no one could look that good, no one could look so perfect—and then there was no thinking, no looking, no sense of up or down, or anything, but that shattering completion that made Gaara feel so safe, so whole, so loved. Rings of visible chakra formed around them as they came, unseen by either, but calling out to every ninja within two hundred yards and to a few of the special jounin even further away.

Later, after the longest time, Neji rolled over on his back and tugged Gaara on top of him. He slit the bindings and wires, reducing his leg bandages to a bunch of short scraps, but it never occurred to him to care about that. Gaara, his arms loose at last, wrapped them around Neji and snuggled into his chest. It wasn’t quite sleep, but for Gaara it was better than sleep—he was lying there holding and being held, completely in his body, completely happy. It was the best moment in Gaara’s life.

So far, that is.