to break again

I am SOOOO sorry for the unbelievably long wait. i truly apologize.



but i wont make any excuses this time.





for your long wait, i give u a smutty long chapter. did i mention it was full of smut.

oh cuz that detail is important.



hurray for GAARA/NEJI smut!!





i wanna say sorry to mulle-chan and nejislady. your reviews rock. not picking favorites, tho... ^_^''









without further ado!









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Neji was exhausted. His backside hurt and his abused hole was unbelievably sore and the slightest movement made him feel his previous actions. Gaara was dead beside him. If it weren’t for the slight movement of his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath, the redhead would look dead. His features were calm and angelic, making the Hyuuga’s heart squeeze, his breath leaving him as his chest tightened painfully. He had had the best sex of his life and though his body ached and hurt in the strangest places (and some not so strange) he still wanted the redhead. Gaara had made him feel unlike any of his other partners. Neji wasn’t one for relationships, had always thought that his heart was for the blonde, but he now seriously doubted that. Hell, he no longer doubted. He knew that he had fallen for the redhead.





But it couldn’t be blamed on the sex alone, though that was a big part. It was just that Gaara made him feel...loved. Wanted. Desirable. He knew he was good looking, was vain enough to make sure he looked good, but with Gaara, he felt that he didn’t need to try at all to be pretty, what with the way the redhead looked at him as though he was everything the redhead wanted and more. When Gaara made love to him after that first time—neither of them could wait, it was fast and hard but even after his second orgasm he still wanted more. Gaara had apologized for being so rough and had made love to him so slowly, so tenderly, the brunette had actually cried, and Gaara had held him in his arms, whispering endearments and praises, making his heart grow heavy and light at the same time, and he knew he was falling in love and was unable and unwilling to stop it.





Now, a mere 6 hours after they had arrived, they were taking what the Hyuuga hoped was only a short break, even though his muscles protested loudly when he tried to move. He had to use the bathroom badly. He stood up on shaky legs and had to hold onto the wall in order to reach the bathroom adjacent to the room, glad that there was a connecting bathroom to this place and that he didn’t have to go outside—he didn’t think he could make it. Once in the bathroom his knees gave out as he sank onto the toilet seat and began to expel all the semen and waste from his body. When he was done he got up to take a shower, making sure to clean his hole really well. He found an enema below the sink and got on his knees on the tub, pushing the nozzle deep in his body, clenching his muscles before expelling all the waste. After cleaning the tub, he rummaged through the cabinets, pretty sure that anything related to sex could be found there. He found medicated lube in the cabinet, the healing kind, and thoroughly lubed himself up, unable to stop himself from fingering his slightly swollen hole, knowing it was red and puffy.





And that’s how Gaara found him. On the floor, with his ass in the air, a tube of medicated lube in his left hand, three fingers of his right hand stretching his red hole. Neji scrambled to straighten himself up, trying to make believe that he hadn’t been practically trying to fist himself on the bathroom floor while Gaara had been sleeping.





“G-Gaara.” Neji actually stuttered, his cheeks turning the color of Gaara’s hair, looking ashamed, but his cock was still rock hard, more precum leaking out, the fact that he’d been caught only turning him on more.





“I thought that seven orgasms would have you unconscious by now.” Gaara casually observed, going to the toilet to release his bladder, the only thing able to wake him up—the intense urge to pee. Neji tried to hold in the whimper that wanted to escape as Gaara freed his half hard cock from his boxers, wanting it to be rock hard and inside him. Why Gaara bothered to put on some clothes after sex, Neji had no idea, and he was going to remedy that intrusive garment from his prize, all he had to do was wait until Gaara finished peeing.





It turned out that Gaara had the bladder of a horse. Or Tom Hanks in ‘A League of Their Own’. Neji grew bored, and his erection wilted slightly, the pompous ass in him clearly appalled at the capacity of the redhead’s urine tract. When Gaara was done, he bypassed the brunette, who gave a squawk—definitely a squawk—for being ignored by the redhead.





“Gaara!” Neji, Hyuuga Neji, whined.





“Yes?” Gaara asked nonchalantly, going back to bed as though nothing were going on.





“Damn it Gaara, I want you inside me again!” Neji said. He was not behaving at all like himself. Can really great sex actually turn standoffish Neji Hyuuga into a whinny brat? Apparently, it can. Neji thumped his foot against the floor, looking like a four year old having a tantrum, asking for something no four year old should know.





“Neji, I’m tired. You’re supposed to be passed out. No one should come so much and ask for more.” Gaara said, ignoring the Hyuuga’s childish antics.





“Ew. Stop. You sound like Shikamaru.” Now he looked like a bratty teenage girl.





Gaara rolled his eyes, getting up off the bed and searching through some drawers. He found what he was looking for and went to Neji, hands empty, and picked up the brunette bridal style and tossed him on the bed. The Hyuuga bounced a few times before settling down, turning to the redhead, giggling, curious to see what he was looking for. Gaara returned with a few objects at hand. He was glad Kakashi was such a pervert, taking only a second to feel sorry for Iruka, knowing that only Kakashi could have hooked up this room with so many sex toys and lube. He came back with a smooth plastic dildo, a lightly studded vibrator and a cock ring. He picked up another tube of lube (those things were everywhere) making his way to the Hyuuga. Neji’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets, but there was excitement in them and his half erection hardened completely.





“Now. I know you’re horny. But I’m really tired. I don’t think I can get it up without a few hours of rest. You’re very tiring, love.”





Gaara didn’t seem to notice the word he used, but Neji froze, his heart skipping a beat as Gaara called him love.





What did that mean? That Gaara loved him? Was falling in love with him? Was he just using the word as an endearment? Did it even mean anything other than an endearment, like sweety or honey?





His mind was reeling and he didn’t notice the redhead walk to him and he was shocked to feel a pair of unbelievably soft lips against his. He sucked in a deep breath of air, having grown lightheaded, his heart pounding in his chest, feeling as though it wanted to break free.





Gaara gently laid him back on the bed, pressing a thigh between the Hyuuga’s own, rubbing the brunette’s arousal while his hands roamed the pale body, already knowing a few erogenous zones. In no time Neji was writhing underneath him, humping Gaara’s thigh to reach climax. He was seconds away from orgasm when Gaara slipped the cock ring on him, snapping it shut at the base of the Hyuuga’s throbbing cock. The frustration of not being able to cum made Neji’s eyes pop open and he tried to glare at Gaara, but it came out all wrong, making him look more needy than intimidating.





“What’s wrong, love? I thought you wanted to cum?” Gaara teased, fingers playing with his hole, lightly circling the outer ring, only letting the tip go in and out without any particular rhythm.





“Gaara. Make me cum!” Neji demanded. It was more a plea that ended in a shout as Gaara forced a lubed dildo into the Hyuuga without preparation. Neji’s body tensed at the intrusion, the pain adding to the pleasure. He’d never known he was such a masochist, but he felt the need to have his nipples tugged and bitten, and he voiced his desires quite vocally.





“Oh fuck. Fuck me, Gaara. Please. I want to cum so badly. My nipples. Touch my nipples. Gods, Gaara they’re so needy for your touch.” The redhead’s cock pulsed and he forget everything he’d said about needing rest as his hands came up to pinch and pull the brunette’s hardened nipples, loving how his lover cried out for more.





“Gaara!” He screamed the redhead’s name when Gaara pulled out the toy, only to ram it further in, having found the brunette’s prostate and mercilessly torturing the swollen gland. Neji was going insane. He didn’t think that the cock ring could hold his orgasm as he felt his cock throb painfully and heated pressure increase in his balls, needing release. But instead of his cock exploding with semen, as he feared it would, his asshole started contracting violently. He felt like he’d been hit by electricity, his anus the point of contact. Gaara kept shoving the unassuming dildo into the brunette through his orgasm, awed by the pitch the man’s voice took as he wailed his release.





When the Hyuuga stopped shivering and began whimpering, tears flowing unhindered down his flushed cheeks, begging the redhead to stop fucking him with toys, whimpering to feel the real thing and to have his cock released, only then did Gaara stop his assault on the brunette’s overly sensitive nerves. When he pulled out the dildo the brunette cried out, hating the feeling of emptiness that was left behind.





“Oh Gaara, Gaara fuck me. Please. Please, please please... Gaaaraaa...” He whined too far gone to care that he was begging beyond thought to be fucked, the redhead’s long fingers teasing his fluttering hole.





“Gaara, stop teasing. I need you inside me so bad.” His eyes widened when he saw the redhead reach for the studded vibrator and he cried out. “No! No toys. I want you Gaara. Fuck me into the bed if you want, but I want your cock in me. I don’t want to be fucked with toys anymore. Please Gaara.”





He began swiveling his hips, wanting to make the redhead lose control and fuck him like he wanted to be fucked. Gaara ignored his pleas, lubing the vibrator and slowly inserting it, putting it on its lowest vibrations just inside the Hyuuga’s hole. He turned up the dial on the vibrator, loving the cries he pulled from the brunette’s throat. But he became merciful when the brunette’s arms gave out, a cry and more tears spilled down his face.





However, he was only so gracious.





He pushed his unlubed cock deep inside the brunette in one brutal thrust, tearing a cry from the Hyuuga’s throat. He immediately started and unforgiving pace that had the brunette moaning nonstop, pleas and curses becoming jumbled words as the Hyuuga gave up on words and guttural sounds escaped him without reprieve. But they were all positive. Thanking the redhead for his magnificent cock and begging to be fucked deeper, faster, harder. Soon his voice gave out but his mouth stayed open, trying to gulp in air, the redhead pounding him into the mattress just like he wanted.





His asshole burned and his cock hurt. Too much pressure everywhere. Tears continued to escape his eyes without his notice and he turned his head into the pillow to scream as

another anal orgasm tore through him.





Gaara felt his balls tightening and knew that he would not, for the life of him, be able to hold off his orgasm as Neji’s muscles fluttered uncontrollably around his erection. In the midst of the brunette’s orgasm, Gaara pumped harder, no longer caring about setting a pace and just thrusting towards his own completion. He pulled off the cock ring that held the Hyuuga’s cock in a chokehold, the member swollen and purple.





Neji’s orgasm multiplied in intensity tenfold. His vision went black but his body remained rigid as his cock spurted string after string of his milky essence. He kept cumming for a good minute, his semen coming out clear rather than pearly towards the end. Gaara was surprised but his shock quickly wore off and he became a tad peeved that he had to clean up all this mess by himself since the Hyuuga was finally going to get some rest.





Twenty minutes later, after some heavy maneuvering—the redhead’s exhaustion working against him in so many ways—he finally managed to get Neji in and out of the tub, thoroughly cleaning him. However, he couldn’t deny inner pervert and fingered Neji’s puffy, chaffed hole, having seen a few drops of blood tainting the cum that ran down his thigh. He’d never meant to be so rough on the brunette. Apparently, they were going to have to learn restraint. And he had to learn willpower. He would not give into the Hyuuga’s horniness no matter how needy he was.





He cleaned and dried the sleeping man in his arms with a gentleness that no one had ever seen or would experience from the redhead. No one but Neji. He applied generous amounts of medicated lube to the brunette’s overly abused hole, feeling remorseful and guilty for tearing the Hyuuga. He wrapped him up in a blanket before carrying him back to the bedroom.





Another dilemma awaited him when he carried the brunette to the bed. The sheets were completely soiled and had to be burned, forget washing them. So he had an unconscious Neji in his arms and no where to set him so he could change the sheets.





“Damn it.” He cursed quietly glaring at the bed, if only it would magically clean itself. Or combust. Thinking like the barbarian he was, he shifted Neji in his arms, carrying him in a fireman’s hold, putting him over his shoulder, the brunette’s pert butt near his face. He very carefully took a hold of one side of the bedspread yanking it from its place before walking around to the other side and doing the same.





With some maneuvering that looked completely ridiculous and he would kill anyone who saw him so they wouldn’t tell a soul, he finally got the soiled sheets off the bed. He wanted to throw Neji on the bed, making him embarrassed of his previous actions, knowing he looked like a buffoon, but knowing he couldn’t do such a thing to the brunette. Neji was more fragile than he seemed and Gaara wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. At least not intentionally. The blood he saw running down the brunette’s thighs popped into his head again and he hated himself for being so careless with the Hyuuga.





He lay the comatose brunette on the plain bed, knowing his skin would chaff without sheets, but not caring. He just wanted to sleep. He followed the pale eyed man into a dreamless sleep, holding the brunette against him possessively.





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