A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 24: The Fantasy

Neji lay on top of Gaara, gasping for breath. He thanked god that he had been in Tsunade’s office the night Gaara had demanded a prostitute. The thought of Gaara responding like this to another shinobi was unendurable. And he’d become so sensitive, so responsive—Gaara, Gaara, who had never kissed until this week, had been moaning and saying all those dirty things to him. Gaara who could prevent anyone from touching him or hurting him with his sand was underneath him, taking his weight, his nipples still clamped with those little metal clips that Shikamaru had given him.

`Poor Gaara—so unused to pain, but so desperate for love he would take the pain with the love,’ though Neji, suddenly flooded with guilt. He rolled off the Sand nin and removed the clamps and tossed them on the floor. He leaned over his lover and gently kissed him. And Gaara made a soft little noise in the back of his throat as they explored each other’s mouths. Neji propped himself on his elbow and examined his lover. On one side of the Kazekage’s neck was the rough red-purple mark Neji had given him against the door. On the opposite shoulder were the marks of Neji’s bite. Gaara’s nipples were hard and red, and Neji softly licked and kissed them, drawing more sounds from the younger teen's throat.

Trails of drying cum and wet spots where some of Gaara’s sperm had pooled on his stomach next drew the jounin’s attention. He licked some of Gaara’s seed and swirled his fingers in the wetter spots, spreading and massaging the sticky fluid across the redhead's stomach. He licked over more of the Sand nin and moved his head lower to lick clean Gaara’s now soft member, then stopped to kiss and mark a spot near his lover’s hip.

“I thought you were going to lick and bite my nipples till I screamed, Hyuuga,” said Gaara in a lazy, satisfied voice.

“Is that a request, Red?” asked Neji sitting up and abandoning Gaara's hip.

“How about tomorrow night when we are camping out alone instead? I wouldn’t want to get kicked out now—this feels too good lying here with you.”

“Any other requests for tomorrow night?”

“Hmmmm—maybe I should lie face down tomorrow night—would you like that White Eyes?

Neji blinked, feeling a weird jolt at having one of his secret fantasies just offered to him so casually. “Gaara," he said in a voice not quite as smooth as he'd like, "Do you have any idea of how many times I’ve fantasized about having you under me face down?”

“Ten times a day since our first kiss?”

“No, since the first day of our first chuunin exam together. Your skin was so white, your hair so red, and that kanji—god, it seemed to mock me, it infuriated me!" Neji's finger traced that bright red mark on Gaara's forehead slowly. Then he lowered his head and licked over those red strokes as well. His head moved over to Gaara's ear, and he licked around it before whispering into it, "You were so beautiful, yet so deadly, so frightening, so cold."

The leader of Suna turned his head, his green eyes staring into Neji's. They lay of the bed, facing each other as Neji continued, letting his hand run over Gaara's skin: "Your body was perfect, smooth, scarless, moving with all the elegance and grace of a ninja more advanced than a genin. You smashed the time record in the Forest of Death with such ease, such deadly boredom. Your eyes spoke of blood and slaughter, but your body seemed designed for love, marked for love—the most desirable fruit, the most deadly fruit, the fruit that could not be picked or tasted. But I could dream about it, about your white skin and red hair beneath me. I could touch myself thinking that was the closest I’d ever get to you—a fantasy. I never thought I’d even get to touch your skin, to feel if it was as soft and as sensual as it looked.”

And then Neji just stared at his hand caressing Gaara, watching as he slowly moved his fingertips over each bit of skin. Gaara heard him whisper, “Byukugan,” and saw ridges and lines rise up on either side of Neji’s eyes. Those famous Hyuuga eyes subtly changed so that Neji was seeing all of Gaara’s chakra, each tenketsu. With a shiver, the Kazekage remembered what it felt like as Neji had blocked and released each one he could access when they were making love and let out a moan.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, Red, and you’re shivering and moaning. Are you sure you weren’t lying about being Mr. Quiet during sex?”

“I paid to have my sex organs stimulated, Neji, and that was it—but you, you make my whole body feel like a sex organ, inside and out. I feel sensations and pleasure in places I never felt anything before, I never bothered with—my neck, my shoulders, my lips, my tongue, my ears, my nipples, my tenketsu, my heart--oh god, White Eyes, I’m feeling ripples of pleasure just thinking about you touching me.”

And then Neji’s hands moved across the tenketsu on Gaara’s legs and hips, pushing in chakra, blocking the chakra flow for a moment, then letting it burst out in rush of sensation. And he watched as Suna's leader shook and shuddered, biting his lip to try to hold in the sounds that his body seemed to want to make on their own.

“Don’t hold it in, love, let yourself feel, let yourself go,” whispered Neji, as he moved his hand again across his lover, finding the tiny holes from which the sand nin’s chakra flowed. “I’ve got you, Gaara, I’ve got you, and I’m never going to let you go.”

Gaara let himself spill out the sounds his body wanted to make, seemed to need to make, as the pleasure rippled over him. Then Neji’s warm mouth took his hardening penis inside it as his hands still created little bursts of bliss on his tenketsu. The Hyuuga's mouth was still a bit unskilled, but like the genius he was, he was learning fast what gave his lover the most pleasure. This time when Gaara came, he screamed Neji’s name, no longer caring or even remembering that this was an inn with other people attempting to sleep close by.

Spent from his orgasm, the sleepy redhead let himself be flipped over, his body heavy and so relaxed that Neji could just move it like a doll’s. The Leaf nin added another hickey on Gaara’s ass to match the one from the night before and began slowly stretching the little asshole between those marked cheeks. This time when he entered Gaara from behind, he wasn’t fucking, he was making love. He moved slowly, circling, gently pressing and releasing, stopping to lick and pause, to just look at that white and pink body splayed out, flushed, looking almost boneless, so limp and languid.

Yes, this time Hyuuga Neji was determined to make it last, to take his time to memorize everything about this—the way the sweat darkened Gaara’s hair, made bits of it curl, the way Gaara’s head curled to the side on the bed below him, showing him one perfect ear, a cheek, and part of one big green eye. The curve of Gaara’s spine, the hollow of his back above the sweet mound of his ass—the marks of Neji’s mouth, dark on that pale, pale skin—it all had to be savoured, studied, storied in memory.

Each sound from the Sand nin’s mouth had to be labeled and filed in Neji’s brain, so the next time he was alone and fantasizing about the powerful Kazekage beneath him, he could make sure each detail was right, that with each stroke of his hand he was remembering how this felt--this amazing feeling being inside this body, inside this heat, hearing these sounds of flesh on flesh, feeling Gaara’s heartbeat, seeing his chakra flow through every organ of his body. Neji leaned down to lick some of Gaara’s sweat, to add that taste to the sensations he was memorizing as he made his fantasy come true. But the fantasy would never be the same again—always now it would end as Neji’s lovemaking ending, with the Leaf nin’s promises and words of love spilling out with his seed.

Then curled on their sides, Neji still partially in Gaara, the genius of the great Hyuuga clan slid into sleep. His arms encircled his love and held him tight even as he dreamed. The Kazekage, warm and comfortable, let his mind drift and his body rest, not sleeping, but not moving, held in the arms of love. Again and again as the earth spun beneath the moon and stars, moving slowly towards the morning sun, his thoughts returned to the image of Neji, alone and lonely, stroking himself to sleep, dreaming of Gaara beneath him.