A Virgin Kiss

A Virgin Kiss by Hestia

Chapter 3: The Interruption

Kotetsu and Izumo were arguing. It was clear that Neji and Gaara were doing something sexual in there. It was also clear that both of them had a lot of chakra flowing through them as well. What wasn’t clear was if Neji was being raped by Gaara or if what was happening in there was something the powerful jounin wanted.

“We know Neji-san likes men, so why wouldn’t he want the Kazekage?” insisted Kotetsu. “They sure sound like they’re having fun. I’m going to make you sound like that when we get home tonight,” added Kotetsu in a lower, sexier voice.

Izumo blushed; he still got embarrassed when Kotetsu talked about their sex life outside of their apartment. It wasn’t like people didn’t know they were a couple, but still they didn’t flaunt it. They never let themselves be seen or heard kissing, let alone making love. He tried to get the conversation back to the problem, “Yes, but the Kazekage is more powerful than even the best of the Hyuuga clan. Can you imagine if he isn’t liking it? This will mean war between Sand and Leaf. That’s a lot chakra in that room. We can’t just let it be; I think we need to either go in and check or tell Tsunade.”

Kotetsu and Izumo just stared at each other, frowning. They knew each other too well to have to say more. They were chuunins, and inside that room was a jounin and the greatest ninja of the Sand. No one liked being interrupted during sex. And if it was rape—Kotetsu shuddered. A particularly loud cry was heard—one of intense pleasure or perhaps, pain.

“I’ll get Tsunade,” said Kotetsu, transporting to the Hokage’s office. It took longer than expected to convince Tsunade that she needed to check on Gaara and that the peace between Leaf and Sand might truly be in danger. When the two of them reappeared before Gaara’s door, Kotetsu could tell from Izumo’s face and body that Neji wasn’t raped. Crap. No sound at all was coming from the bedroom.

Before Kotetsu could figure out what to say to Tsunade to justify why he and Izumo and felt the Hokage needed to come out at three in the morning to personally deal with a simple guard duty job, the female Sannin had pushed past Izumo, pulled open the door, and slammed it behind her.

Kotetsu leaned into Izumo, wanting an update. “They came at the same time and cried out each other’s names,” whispered Izumo. “Let’s try to do that when we get home.” He suddenly pulled Kotetsu close for a brief, passionate kiss. Kotetsu was grinning happily when Izumo released him. “Hmm, must have been real inspirational for you Zu-Zu to kiss me when we are on duty,” Kotetsu whispered back using his private pet name for his lover.

“Shut up,” said Izumo blushing again, “Let’s listen in.”

Inside the room, Tsunade was stunned. When she’d been told Gaara wanted a prostitute, she’d thought it was some weird attempt at humor, maybe a prank of Temari’s or something. Neji had been there in her office reporting on a B-rank solo mission he’d just finished. She’d ordered him to take care of Gaara, confident that Neji would not be intimidated by the Kazekage. She’d expected to walk in on Neji and Gaara talking, maybe even sparring. But the two had been kissing, and the room smelled of cum, of sex.

But it was clear that Neji was not being forced. If anything, he was attacking Gaara. Gaara had a love bite on his neck, a hickey. No one could bite Gaara, break his blood vessels or skin unless he wanted it. And those eyes, those sets of staring, hostile eyes: white Byakugan eyes and green, green eyes outlined in black circles, like the eyes of the raccoon that possessed Gaara. Tsunade felt herself blush and cursed inwardly; she was going to have to apologize. She thanked the gods that at least the two were clothed, standing up, not in bed and naked.

She opened her mouth to start the apology, but Gaara’s sand wrapped around Neji and him like a giant egg. Tsunade had heard about how Gaara had encased himself in a ball of sand like this during the third stage of the chuunin exam while fighting with Sasuke. Well, it was clear she was being told to go away. She turned around and pulled open the door, closing it behind her. Izumo and Kotetsu grinned at her. Tsunade rolled her eyes, saying, “Well, good call. That could have been a problem.”

She suddenly slumped a little, realizing how much of a problem it could have been. The forest that Shukaku had ripped up after the chuunin exam was going to need at least twenty more years before it covered over the tracks of the demon raccoon. It was pointless to leave her personal assistants here. If things went bad, only she and a number of other jounins could deal with it.

“Get a pair of genins here with orders to contact me directly if, and only if, someone is dying or they start ripping apart the building. You two can take off. Maybe some of us can actually get some sleep tonight. I’m going back to the tower to try it,” she said. The grins that spread over the faces of Izumo and Kotetsu indicated that they weren’t going to go home and sleep. “Men!” snapped Tsunade, “Male hormones are a serious nuisance! I should work on a medical treatment to cut the male sex drive!” The horrified expressions on the pair of chuunin’s faces made Tsunade feel better, and she left for the tower more satisfied. She strode out into the night, annoyed, wanting to punch something. Everybody was having sex but her. It made Tsunade want to go gambling, but she’d promised Shizune she wouldn’t. Sometimes being Hokage was a pain in the ass.