A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 23: The Inn

It’s three days from Konoha to Suna, but Gaara and Neji had left in the early afternoon, so they would be on the road for three nights, not two. The population would thin out the closer they would get to Suna, meaning they would be camping out on the later nights of the trip, but there was an inn within a half-day’s travel where they could spend the first night. Gaara often made the trip in only two days since he avoided sleeping and rested just a few hours a night, but he didn’t want Neji to arrive in Suna exhausted and worn out. Moreover, he was looking forward to the nights with Neji on the road. As much as he was used to dealing with dislike or neglect, he was a bit nervous about how Leaf’s liaison would be greeted in Suna.

As they moved through the lush landscape of Fire Country, Gaara reflected on how different it was from the barren canyons of the land of Wind. The buildings in Suna were different as well: rounded to allow the fierce desert winds to slip around them, and the windows were usually small and likewise round, typically a little string of them set in a long horizontal slit. But many rooms and some entire floors had no windows since the strong gusts made glass a bad choice of building material. None of the buildings in Suna had the big sliding glass doors and little outwardly jutting balconies that were so common in Konoha.

Unlike the mountain that rose up behind Konoha, Suna was set in a desert valley with mesas and some buttes forming a loose circle around the village. The walls of Suna were stepped up, like the side of a ziggurat and the entrance to the village was a tunnel-like slice cut into the towering and thick walls, like a narrow natural gulch in a canyon cliff face. To get to the entrance, they would have to make their way through a number of ravines and arroyos in the canyons. But for now, the way was easy--well-paved and well-trodden--and hardly a physical challenge.

As they walked along, Neji and Gaara argued about Shikamaru and Temari. While Gaara thought the two were lovers, Neji disagreed, pointing out that Shikamaru wasn’t exactly fond of women. No one had seen the two kissing or even holding hands, and several people had observed them playing go and shogi. Temari herself said that she was learning strategies to beat Kankurou at shogi from Shikamaru and had never made any comments on his appearance or hobbies other than his love of strategic games.

The main rumor about Shikamaru, Neji said, was that he suffered from unrequited love for his close teammate Chouji, who was in love with Ino. Ino was only interested in “cute” guys, like that bastard Sasuke Uchiha, and seemed oblivious to the admiration of the chubby Chouji. Another theory was that Shikamaru loved Ino even though he was one of her biggest critics—the rather dubious logic being that all Shikamaru’s bitching and whining about Ino was done to try to convince himself that he really didn’t love Ino while, so the theory went, he was really, deep down, madly in love with her but resisting because of his friendship with Chouji.

By the time they had reached the inn, Neji had mostly convinced Gaara that there was nothing between Shikamaru and Temari—at least yet—and he didn’t have to worry about Nara using any kinky sex toys on Sand’s new liaison. Those toys that Shikamaru had given Neji as a result of the bet on what Shino and Kiba had been doing in the bathroom, prompted another discussion on what was the relationship between the members of Team Kurenai. In fact, the whole conversation ended up in a big gossip session on the sex lives of Teams Kakashi, Asuma, Kurenai, and Gai, as well as the Sand siblings. It wasn’t entirely clear whether some of the young ninjas were heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual.

In discussing the issue, it became pretty clear that while Gaara was bisexual, Neji was purely homosexual—women just didn’t interest or excite him at all. Gaara began to get the sense that Neji was a little worried about the fact that he had slept with female prostitutes and was able to be aroused by a woman’s body. It really didn’t help that when they finally were eating in the small inn’s dining room, the waitress made clear that she would be happy to service Gaara “again.” The conversation got rather stilted after that.

Jealousy was something Gaara hadn’t experienced before, and unfortunately for Neji’s sense of comfort, it made Gaara feel rather special and loved. As a result, the Sand nin was feeling amused and as happy as he ever felt despite some snide, even cold, comments from his dinner companion. Gaara’s calmness and ability to smile, so startlingly different from his nerves and insecurity at the banquet the night before gnawed at Neji’s mind, unsettling him. And mental images of Gaara fucking the petite brunette waitress also didn’t help Neji feel any better.

Gaara tried to interest Neji in a discussion of Gai and Lee’s recent mission, but the Leaf nin was surprisingly uninterested in discussing his sensei’s and teammate’s latest exploits. By the time the last cup of tea had been drunk, the two travelers had fallen silent. Gaara sat back and opened the collar and top of his long jacket and caressed the gold charm and chain around his neck. His eyes slid half-shut, and he smiled and licked his lips as his fingers played with the chain and traced the kanji of the pendant on it. His eyes stayed fixed on Neji, and when he didn’t even glance at the waitress once when she came to their table to remove the last of the dishes, the Hyuuga’s jealousy started to subside.

It occurred to him that the look on Gaara's face now had more emotion than any he'd shown prior to their agreement. He was the one that had Gaara flirting--for flirting it had to be. Gaara wasn't the type to smile or lick his lips or fidget with a necklace. Hell, he hadn't worn any sort of necklace before--but he would from now on, thought Neji with satisfaction.

Well, he could flirt this way, too. He pulled the tie out of his hair and stretched a bit. Gaara’s open-mouthed appreciation of this banished the last troubling worry from Neji’s mind, sending the Hyuuga’s mind instead forward to imagining just what the two of them could be doing in their room. It took but one shift of Neji’s eyebrows and standing up, to have Gaara at his side, moving towards their tiny room.

The small double bed was a far cry from the large king bed that had dominated the room allotted to the Kazekage in Konoha. The floor was wooden and bare, and there was only a communal bathroom down the hall. But neither nin cared—in the cool of a mid-September night, they were feeling nothing but heat and desire. Shutting the door behind them, Neji reached out and took Gaara’s gourd off his back. “You won’t need this tonight, Red,” he said setting it down by the door. Then the Hyuuga pulled Gaara back towards him by the hair and pushed him back against the door, pressing his body against Gaara’s, so the Sand nin could feel his arousal. “Feel that Red?”

“Yeah, White Eyes, I feel it.”

“That’s what you do to me when you lick your lips and give me that sexy look.”

“Good. Now kiss me.”

“I’m going to fuck you, Red. Have you been fucked in this inn before?”

“No, Neji. Come on, kiss me—I haven’t tasted you since this morning, and I’ve been wanting to all day.”

“So why didn’t you kiss me, Red? I was right there.”

“I—I thought you wouldn’t want me to in front of the ANBU team.” And he felt odd initiating a kiss, he realized, though he wouldn't admit that. Somehow the magic that had possessed him in Konoha, that had made him able to grab Neji and kiss him, seemed to have deserted him. Even now, feeling Neji's erection against his own, he didn't quite feel confident enough to just force a kiss on the jounin. He'd seemed pretty cold and annoyed earlier, and maybe he was just waiting for Gaara to try something to push him away.

“They stopped tailing us quite a while before the inn, Gaara, or didn’t you notice that?”

“Dammit, Hyuuga, kiss me now, and I’ll kiss you as many times as you want on the road, anytime you ask.”

“Deal,” said Neji, lowering his mouth to Gaara’s. Gaara’s hands reached up to touch that sexy black hair he loved, to keep that warm mouth against his own so that he could try to capture that tantalizing tongue and suck on it. But Neji wouldn’t let Gaara control the kiss, and Gaara’s effort to seize Neji’s tongue made Neji break the kiss and jerk Gaara’s head to the side so he could bite and suck on the Kazekage’s neck. The hand not gripping Gaara’s hair, unbuckled the wide belt at Gaara’s waist. As Gaara felt that painful tug on his skin that meant blood vessels were breaking, Neji pulled away the belt and straps from his waist. Then the zipper that Gaara had slid down a bit in the dining room was jerked fully down, and Gaara’s coat fell open.

Yes! thought Gaara, yes, please, yes! This was what he wanted--proof Neji wanted him, proof he was still interested in sex even though he wasn't being paid.

Neji released his hair and neck, seizing the Sand nin’s mouth for another kiss as he moved back from the door and slid off Gaara’s coat. His tongue plunged into Gaara’s mouth fiercely, and his aggression only made Gaara feel more loved, more wanted, more desired. Neji’s hands were already sliding down his pants, gripping his ass, then his mouth was on the very willing Kazekage's nipple. Somehow Gaara’s underwear and pants were down around his knees, held up by the weapons strapped around his legs, but the Sand nin couldn't care; the sweet pain from Neji's sucking on his little tit was taking all his attention. The redhead’s hands began to pull at the jounin's clothes, but the Leaf nin just lifted up Gaara and held him flat against his body as he moved over to the bed.

As Gaara dropped onto the bed, he looked up at Neji—still fully clothed, forehead protector on, the only sign of passion his loose hair spilling forward. His tunic covered his erection, and his strange white eyes made it hard to read arousal in them. He looked gorgeous and deadly, a ninja to be reckoned with, and he stripped off the younger nin's weapons, underwear, pants, and sandals, with a graceful, efficient speed that left Gaara in nothing but the thin neck chain with the kanji of love dangling from it.

“Undress for me, White Eyes," begged Gaara.

Neji pulled off some of his weapons and kicked off his shoes. He removed his forehead protector and the black obi and drape he wore about his waist, and unbuttoned his loose white top and removed it as well. But he didn’t bother to take off the loose white pants. He just pulled his cock out and climbed up on the bed with his silent, dazzled lover. He pulled a little tube of lube from the pocket of his pants and smoothed it on his fingers and cock. Gaara moaned at the sight and opened his mouth to breath since it suddenly seemed so much harder to get air into his lungs.

Neji knelt there on bed beside Gaara’s calves and just stared at the redhead with his white eyes. It seemed to his naked lover that the heaviness, that sense of a burden that Neji seemed to carry, was still visible tonight, unlike in the last few nights when laughter or loving had banished it. But now it was in the lines of Neji’s face, the expression of his eyes.

Understanding suddenly hit Gaara—the proud Hyuuga was unsure, was feeling threatened, even worried about the Kazekage being satisfied with only a man, with only being uke. He was trying to overcome his worries by taking Gaara roughly, crudely. It didn’t matter to the Sand nin; the only thing that mattered was making that heaviness in Neji's face go away. Gaara raised his knees and spread his legs wide, pushing up his ass a bit to try to show his anus, that place where he wanted to feel his lover.

“Neji, now, I want you inside me now, please,” Gaara pleaded, knowing his words would stroke the white-eyed boy's ego.

Yes! thought Gaara with satisfaction as the heaviness was washed away by lust, and Neji moved up between his open legs. Shoving two fingers into him without warning, the dark-haired teen demanded, “Like this, Red? Is this what you want?”

“Yes! Spread me, my White Eyes, push me open, so you can put that big cock of yours inside me, deep in me, put it all the way in till I can feel your balls and hair against my ass! Fuck me like you said you would. Oh god, yes, that feels so good when you spread your fingers in me like that, oh, god, Ji-Ji, yes, like that—oh, please, oh—“

“Are you ready for me, Red?” demanded Neji although he knew the answer. But every word from the silent Gaara, every plea, was better than an A on a test or praise from Tsunade or Gai. Hell, better than that rarest of things, praise from his uncle. This was the Kazekage of Suna, Gaara the merciless killer, here begging like a slut for his cock.

“Yes! Neji! Put your cock into me now, please, oh god, please!"

Oh, yes, he would put his cock in some tight Kazekage ass! Neji pushed the head of his cock inside that anus that was winking at him.

"Yes!" cried Gaara, arching, his face looking even sluttier than before. "Fill me, Ji-Ji, fuck me! Oh god, you're so big! Oh, god, slow please! Yes! Ohhhh, a little more—“

“You can take it, Red! Relax for me!" ordered Neji. And his little slut did, making him smile, "That’s it! Just a little deeper—“

“Aaaaahhhh! Aaahhhhh! Yes! Yes, oh god, you’re in me so deep, White Eyes, so deep!”

“I’m going to move now, Red. Tell me you want that.”

“Yes! Yes, I want it! Move in me, fuck me like you want to, anyway you want to!" was the eager response as Neji put those pale white legs up on his shoulders and thrust in hard. Then he was pounding into Gaara, his hair falling down, the ends brushing the redhead's face and shoulders. Gaara’s leg muscles were stretched out as Neji almost bent his legs back to his chest, driving in deep and hitting that place that made the Kazekage shudder and shake, moaning with pleasure.

“Do you like that, Red? Do you like it hard like that? Do you like my cock slamming into that tight little ass of yours? Do you like being fucked hard by my cock?”

“Yes! Oh god, Yes! Fuck me, Neji, please, fuck me hard, yes, yes, I like it, oh god, I like it!”

“You sound like a slut, Kazekage, a whorish slut, crying out, moaning, asking to be fucked. Are you my little slut, Red? Will you let me fuck you anyway I want?”

“Yes, Neji, yes, fuck me anyway you want, just please don’t stop, please.”

“You want to come, little slut, don’t you? Do you want to touch your own cock?”

“I want you to tell me what you want, Neji, let me give you what you want! If you want me to touch myself, I’ll do it! Please, I just want you in me; I want to feel you come in me, White Eyes, I want you to take your pleasure in me! Ah! Yes! Fill me with your love! Come in me, fill me! Oh yes, aaahhhh! Nejjjjjiiiii! Ji-Ji, aaahhhh! Yes, god, so good, so good!”

“I’m not going to come in you yet, slut! I’m going to pound this asshole of yours and watch your face as you gasp for air.” But Neji held back his cock so just the tip was still in Gaara. The redhead, with his legs up on Neji’s shoulders, moaned at the pause, at the break in the rhythm. Yes, he wanted to hear this powerful Sand nin beg just a little more.

“Please! Please! Pound me! Pound me now! Push in and hit my prostate, please, Neji! Come on, White Eyes, please, don’t just stay there like this, teasing me!”

“Pinch your nipples hard, Red, and tell me again how much you want my cock in you.”

Gaara let out a whimper, but he moved up his fingers to his nipples, “Neji, Neji, my nipples are still a little sore from those clamps you put on them yesterday. Oh god, this hurts, Neji, oh, god, my nipples ache! I'm hurting them for you! This is for you! Oh, Neji, my ass is sore too, but I don't care if you make me hurt even more. I love you! I want to please you! I want to feel you sucking these nipples, pinching them, I want to feel your cock slam into me, filling me, claiming me, loving me! Love me, Neji, please, love me!”

The desperation, the need, oh, god, it was just what Neji needed. Now that he'd left Konoha, the doubts, the worries were there in his mind. The mighty Kazekage, here beneath him, obeying him, begging him--yes, yes, no one but he had ever seen this. And he could push this writhing redhead further, take him deeper into pain, so his pleasure would feel even greater.

Neji reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the nipple clamps. “I’m going to make your nipples hurt, Red. I’m going to put these clamps on them now that you’ve pinched them and got them all red and ready. Then I’m going to fuck you and fill you with my cum. Then I'll pull them off and suck and bite your nipples till you can't talk, can't think, can only scream and come, come harder than you've ever come. Your mine, Red, mine! I’m going to mark your body, so no one will even think to ask you if you want sex from them—they’ll know you’re mine, all mine, my little slutty bitch!”

Gaara whimpered and moaned as Neji placed the little clamps on him, but then he was driving into him, making waves of pleasure shake his body, again and again, one hard stroke after another, so the shudders and pleasure intensified. For it was impossible to tell the pain from the pleasure. Gaara’s nipples were already numb, and as Gaara’s body shook with each thrust, the clamps moved in a way that felt good, so good. Soon the Sand nin couldn’t talk anymore; he just drew in deep breaths, giving little moans and cries with each exhalation.

Now there was no more pain for Gaara, there was just need, desperate need to get closer to that moment when he was so fully alive, so completely in his body. And with each panting breath, Gaara’s little cries grew louder and more wild, telling Neji he was close to climax.

Silent, although sweating, Neji still slammed into Gaara's ass, his white eyes staring down, seeing every expression, every shudder, every shake, seeing those humiliating little clamps jiggle each time his balls hit Gaara’s ass.

The Sand nin's eyes keep shutting; he could feel his face muscles contracting as he gasped and moaned, losing himself in desire and want. It was impossible to just lie still, lie quiet, and watch his lover. No, Gaara was so overwhelmed with sensation, he wasn’t even aware how much he resembled those prostitutes he used to watch as they made those "unnecessary" faces and noises. No, tonight, the Kazekage was unconscious about how he looked or sounded. All Gaara could focus on was Neji, Neji inside him, Neji's clamps on him, Neji's eyes on him, Neji loving him, stoke after stroke.

But Neji knew exactly how he looked and sounded--wanton, completely wanton, abandoned, lost to passion. The kanji for love on his forehead, around his neck, was the perfect caption to an image of pure eroticism. Gaara's pale skin was marked by his kisses and flushed pink, even red. His chest rose and fell making those clamps move obscenely on the nipples pinched between them. And his needs all more than met, Neji wanted to give back, give to his gorgeous love beneath him. Yes, he needed Gaara to come, to come first. But, it wasn't happening, and his energy was fading.

“God, Gaara, God, you’re killing me! I can’t last, love, I’m so close, I’ve got to stop,” panted out Neji, leaning back and pulling Gaara’s legs off his shoulders. Even one stroke more into that contracting ass would set him off.

“No, no,” came from Gaara’s mouth as he found his voice, and then his legs wrapped around Neji’s back and locked, holding the Leaf nin so he couldn’t fully pull out of Gaara. “You said you’d fuck and fill me with cum, Hyuuga, you can’t leave me now. Come on, Neji, together, together,” said Gaara wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking, “Please, White Eyes, I’ll come with you, I love you.”

And that was all it took to make Neji forget he was going to make Gaara come first—with a cry he thrust into his love deeply and cried out as he came. And the sight of Neji’s eyes closing and his head thrown back in ecstasy set Gaara off as well. The warmth, the wetness of Neji’s cum filling him as his own sperm sprayed out between them—oh god, what could be better than this act of love? What? Nothing, nothing he could think of, and what was there to think of? Neji, oh, god, Neji!

Gaara just lay there feeling it, feeling the love.