A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 29: The Cave

“Any last words before your lesson starts?” asked Neji.

“Yeah,” said Gaara, “Hurry up, slowpoke.”

“Fuck, Red, you just have to have the last word, don’t you---ooofff!”

That last sound was caused by Neji’s back hitting the bed of sand hard. Straps of sand around Neji’s neck, wrists, and thighs held him down. Then Gaara’s mouth and body came down on his, and the taste of Gaara was in his mouth and the feel of Gaara’s body and erection was pressing against him. Without breaking the kiss, the Sand nin rose up on his knees and unbuttoned Neji’s top and pushed it aside, so the Leaf nin could feel the roughness of Gaara’s coat against his chest.

When Gaara finally broke the kiss, Neji opened his mouth, and to his shock, Gaara shoved a ball of fabric into it, gagging him. At first, sheer surprise held Neji still, then his pride and dignity kept him from squirming or trying to push out the gag filling his mouth. However, when Gaara stood up with his legs on either side of Neji’s chest and undressed, Neji began to feel turned on. This was how he had always thought Gaara would treat his lovers—pinning them down and taking what he wanted from them. Gaara, master of the sand, on his home turf with endless amounts of sand to command, with more chakra than anyone but Naruto, was deadly and powerful, and only a fool forgot that.

Gaara knelt down above Neji, grinning as he undid Neji’s obi and shirt and bared his chest. He slid Neji’s pants down to his knees and new bands of sand rose up around Neji’s upper thighs, and the ones on his ankles slid away so Gaara could take off the pants entirely. Gaara then pulled apart Neji’s legs and moved between them, kneeling over the trapped Leaf nin.

“The day before yesterday, Neji, you want to know about my fantasies,” said Gaara, putting his arms on either side of Neji and lowering his body down against him as if he was doing some sort of erotic push up. Gaara rubbed his body against Neji’s and slowly shifted from side to side. “Ever since you told me back in Konoha that you thought I was a seme who would just throw down whoever I wanted and trap them in bonds of sand and fuck them until they screamed, I’ve thought about that. You put that image in my mind, Neji. You created that image. Yet, you still fantasized about me, stroked yourself off, while believing that was what I did to my lovers.”

“I think part of you wants me to do this to you, Neji. When we were on that island, you seemed a little disappointed when I didn’t stick those fingers you sucked on in your ass. And you really liked sucking my cock that night. I wasn’t going to come in your hot tight throat, but you pulled me down, wanting that. That’s a very uke kind of thing to do, Neji.”

“I don’t want to make you scream in Suna, Neji, where it might hurt the dignity of Leaf, so I wanted to tell you about this fantasy here where no one can hear you. I want you to remember that I love you, Neji, and that I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else. And because I love you, I’m going to let you go now,” said Gaara, pulling the gag out of Neji’s mouth and letting the sand just spill down to the ground.

Gaara’s green eyes hovered just inches above Neji’s, and his mouth was half open.

“No,” said Neji watching Gaara’s face. Gaara’s eyes shut and his mouth closed, but he didn’t move. “I love you, Gaara, and since you made one of my fantasies come true, I want to make yours come true. Put the bonds back, but if you really want to hear me scream, you can’t use the gag.”

Gaara’s eyes flew back open, and the emotions on his face made Neji just pull him down for a kiss. Gaara expected so little in the way of love that when he got something—his first kiss, his first gift—the look on his face flooded Neji with powerful feelings—he couldn’t really explain them, but it made him just want to give Gaara everything.

The sand wrapped around him once again, and Gaara raised himself up and slipped two fingers into Neji’s mouth. “It doesn’t have to hurt at all, Neji,” whispered Gaara, “with a little training, it can be good for both of us. We can train each other this month, teach each other just what muscles to relax or stretch, what places to touch—Neji, what—“

Neji had pushed Gaara’s fingers out of his mouth, “Red, enough talk, let’s start training.”

“You’re a bossy training partner, Neji,” said Gaara as he worked just the tip of one finger into the Hyuuga. “I’m going to use some lube too since you’re so eager to learn.” Sand hissed and rippled over Gaara’s coat before bringing a small tube over to the redhead.

Gaara began gently sucking on Neji’s nipple, and his finger just slipped in and out, barely going more than a few centimeters into Neji’s tightness. Then Gaara’s hand left him, and Neji let out a whimper to tell Gaara he wanted it back. As Gaara’s teeth began gently teasing his nipple, he felt a much slicker, wetter finger slip into him. Neji moaned and said, “Good training partners push each other to expand their limits, to achieve more than expected, Red.”

“I take it I’m not being good enough for you, eh?” said Gaara raising his head up from Neji’s chest and adding another finger.

“That’s better, Red, but I’m not going to break,” said Neji, but the way he was drawing more air into his lungs made Gaara just stay at this stage a bit longer. After all Neji could use another hickey on his stomach, Gaara decided.

But the time Gaara had decided to add a third mark on Neji’s stomach, Neji was making those noises that Gaara loved and pushing himself down on Gaara’s fingers. Gaara pushed in a third finger, pleased at the louder sounds this drew. “Gaaarraaahhh! Such a slowpoke!” moaned out Neji.

But Gaara ignored the taunt for a minute or two before pulling out his hand and lubing up his cock. He positioned himself and, looking into Neji’s white eyes, asked, “Ready, partner?”

“Yeah, dobe, I am,” said Neji, but as Gaara slipped in, Neji’s mouth flew open and his head tiled back a bit, and the muscles in his cheeks flexed oddly. Gaara stopped moving until Neji could meet his eyes again, and then he slowly started moving deeper. Neji was trying to show no emotion, but his chest was rising and falling, and his hands were balled into fists. Then those eyes slid shut, the head tilted back, and Neji let out a loud moan of pleasure.

Gaara repeated that exact move and watched fascinated as Neji’s face transformed again, making Gaara himself moan at the sight. The sand bonds slid off Neji as Gaara forgot to hold them. Gaara’s eyes slid shut as he moved himself in and out of the body beneath him. Neji’s hands slid up around Gaara and gripped his back. The feel of Neji’s hands pressing on his back made Gaara cry out louder. They moved together on the sand, finding a rhythm. Sweat began to mat Gaara’s hair, and Neji’s cries came faster, and his hands shifted to Gaara’s shoulders, pulling Gaara into a faster pace.

Neji’s eyes were now shut, and his cries of “Aaaahh!” filled Gaara’s ears. Watcing Neji with his head back, his mouth open, and making those sexy noises, Gaara concentrated on moving exactly as Neji’s hands and body seemed to want. But then Neji’s hands slid to the front of Gaara’s shoulders, and with a half-scream, he pushed Gaara’s chest up away from him. As Neji’s face crumpled in with what looked like pain, panic and adrenline shot through Gaara, and he froze, his cock buried into Neji up to the hilt. Yet before Gaara could even start to pull out, Neji’s cum shot up and hit Gaara on the chest.

When Neji’s eyes finally opened, Gaara rubbed two fingers in Neji’s cum and brought them up to his mouth. As Neji watched, he sucked the cum off his fingers, sliding them in and out of his mouth, murmuring at the taste. When Gaara finally lowered his hand, Neji raised his own and slid it into Gaara’s mouth, breathing out an “Aaaaahhhh” that told Gaara what he wanted. Gaara licked Neji’s fingers, transferring some of Neji’s own cum on to the fingers in his mouth. Then as Gaara watched transfixed, Neji’s fingers fell back against his lips, and his pink tongue slid out to lick at the mix of Gaara’s salvia and his own cum, which was dripping down into his mouth. Neji moaned as he sucked his knuckles into his mouth.

The sight was so erotic that Gaara felt that pressure building in his cock that signaled he was close to coming. But he didn’t want to hurt Neji and take that look off his face. He rolled over on his back still inside the Leaf nin, but now with Neji above him. “Neji, Neji, please,” Gaara said.

“God, Gaara, you exhaust me, and now you want me to do all the work?”

“No, you don’t have to do anything, Neji, I just want you to be able to move away if it starts to hurt.”

“How is this going to work, Red?”

“Just stay still there, oh god, yeah,” said Gaara as he thrust up into Neji, pushing up his hips to drive himself up into his lover. Neji’s black hair spilled down around them, and the cum that had dripped down on to his chest now fell down to Gaara’s or was smeared between them as Gaara thrust up his body against Neji’s. Now it was Neji’s turn to look down on his lover’s face and watch Gaara with his eyes shut, his mouth grasping out the pleasure he was feeling. The red kanji of love on his forehead glistened with sweat. This was how Gaara looked when Neji was fucking him, how he look as Neji stimulated him to orgasm, but the feeling inside Neji as Gaara hit his prostrate again and again reminded Neji he was the uke.

But the sensations shuddering in him, the sight and sound of Gaara openly moaning and begging Neji to just stay there a little longer, made Neji feel weak, and he collapsed down on Gaara pushing him back on the sand. Gaara’s hand went to Neji’s nipples and pinched hard, “Can’t take the training eh, Hyuuga?” gasped out Gaara.

“Damn you, Gaara, I can take it—fuck, I’m get hard again.”

“Then let me finish, Ji-Ji, let me finish, and you can fuck me for the rest of the month.”

Neji rolled them over, so Gaara could move in him, “No way, Red, you just trying to get out of doing your fair share of training. We’re equal partners in this.”

“Neji, Neji, I love you,” gasped out Gaara, pounding into him. And when Gaara finally came, he screamed out Neji’s name.

Neji’s arms came up around Gaara and held him against his chest. When Gaara finally sat up and used his sand to bring his water bottle over to them. Neji said in a slow, lazy drawl, “Good job, Red, but I think if you let me give you some pointers, you might be able to have me screaming next time.”

Gaara just drank the water slowly, before turning down to look at Neji through slitted eyes, “I’m sure if a little sand got mixed in with the lube by mistake you’d have been screaming. I think you should be grateful to your training partner for going easy on you.” Gaara handed the water bottle to Neji, and his sand swirled, fetching something else.

Neji leaned up a little to drink from the water bottle and almost dropped it when he felt Gaara putting the little clamps from Shikamaru on his nipples. But Gaara bent his head down and began to suck on Neji’s cock, which was erect again. Neji closed the water bottle carefully. He reached down and pulled up Gaara’s head by his hair. “If you want some lube, partner, you better do it now. These little clamps of yours make me feel in a hurry to drive home my point in you.”

Gaara smiled and lay down on his back. The tube of lube seemed to fly into his hand, and he smiled as he smeared it on two fingers. He slid his hand down between his legs, past his now sleeping cock, and shoved them inside him. His lips parted and his eyelids lowered as he worked his fingers in and out of himself.

“God, just when I think you can’t possible get any sexier, Gaara, you go and do something like that,” said Neji grabbing Gaara’s wrist and pulling out his fingers. Neji didn’t bother to enter Gaara slowly or ask if he was hurting the Sand nin; he just thrust in deep. But Gaara’s frequent sex over the past year meant that he needed little preparation. Neji drove into Gaara with little of the finesse or care the Sand nin had used on him—but Gaara welcomed him into his body.

It didn’t take long for Neji to reach his second orgasm—he came quickly, thrusting into Gaara roughly and a little awkwardly, showing his inexperience to his more experienced partner. But when he collapsed on Gaara, Gaara was still smiling, and his arms around Neji were tender. “Welcome to Wind Country, Neji,” whispered Gaara gently kissing his exhausted lover on the top of his head. “Just rest now, love, I got you,” he added smoothing Neji’s tangled black locks.

Neji tried to thing of some snappy comeback to that, but his softening cock slid out of Gaara’s ass at that moment, shocking him as he lost that warm heat around him. He held back the little noises his throat wanted to make, but his body shook on top of Gaara’s. But Gaara just continued to run his hands lightly over Neji’s hair and back, saying nothing. His heartbeat was firm under Neji’s ear, and it was easier to just slide into sleep than try to face the truths he’d learned about himself this afternoon.

In his dreams, he and Gaara were somehow children again, back at the academy, not even genins. But they were training partners, practicing throwing kunai at targets. And Gaara kept fetching the kunai with his sand although he could never hit quite as many targets as Neji did.

When Gaara finally woke him--since if they didn’t start for Suna soon, they would get there after sunset--Neji sleepily said, “I’ll help you with your kunai practice, Red.” Gaara just kissed him and said, “Thanks, partner, but let’s wash up and head for Suna first. Ok?”

Neji sat up abruptly, looking confused, but Gaara was already up and wiping himself off with some water splashed on his black t-shirt. “Ah, sure,” said Neji. Gaara tossed him the shirt and water bottle and moved to the opening of cave. “Are you going to make the rest of trip naked, Red?”

“Nah,” said Gaara, “I’m just marking my turf.” Neji started laughing as Gaara pissed over the cliff edge. He walked over and joined his partner—after all, partners do everything together.