Commiseration

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Once Kakashi had left, Gaara decided to take a quick shower. He figured Temari would be back once he was done and then she could pick out his clothes.
Gaara was confident he could physically attract Neji. He may not be as tall or muscled and overall perfect as the Hyuuga, but he certainly could attract people with his fine, aquiline nose and pale smooth skin. If anything, Neji should like him for the rarity of his hair color. After all, how many red-heads did one meet in a life-time? Above all, Gaara's hair wasn't the average almost-brown red, it was a fiery red that attracted as much attention as Naruto's sunshine yellow... Well, maybe not that much attention, but pretty damn close regardless.

As Gaara thought of the greatness of his hair color, Temari walked in to the room with the fruits of her laborious shopping expedition.

“Gaara! I got some great clothes. Ne, did Iruka send over a good sensei?” She asked, though she did not expect an answer until Gaara came out of the shower.

“So, I got you some more of those fishnet shirts that you like since they were having a sale. I thought you might want to try a short-sleeve for tonight. I got you this awesome red coat that you'll like. It doesn't have sleeves though, but it'll look great with the black pants I got you.”

Hearing Temari's description, Gaara thought how useless a sleeveless coat was. He finished lathering his body with soap and rinsed off before shutting off the water. He dried himself off with a towel, carelessly rubbing his hair dry. He grabbed his robe, put it on, and walked into the room where Temari was busy laying out all the clothes she bought.

“You bought too much clothes,” Gaara bluntly stated upon seeing the king-sized bed covered with clothing.

“Might as well have, you're gonna need it since all you brought was that outfit you were wearing and your Kazekage robes.”

Gaara could concede to Temari's reasoning but he was sure he didn't need more than two shirts and pants.

“Your outfit for tonight is on the recliner.”

Gaara grabbed the clothes and observed them. He really didn't care what they looked like as long as they were comfortable. He knew Temari would make sure he looked good. He grabbed some briefs he had unpacked and went to the bathroom to change. Once he was dressed, he gave himself a once-over in the full length mirror on the bathroom's wall and walked out for Temari to see.

“Gaara! You look great. We're gonna have to get Hyuuga a bucket, he's sure to drool when he sees you.”

What the hell type of encouragement was that? Really, Gaara couldn't understand his sister. It was of no use to him if Neji drooled. “Fine, what time is it?”

The doorbell rang and Gaara and Temari could sense Neji's chakra outside of the house. “I bet that's him. He's picking you up a little early, ne?”

Gaara began walking downstairs and Temari followed. “We have to walk to the soba-ya.”

Temari sped up and reached the door before Gaara. She opened it and found Neji. He looked like he would be causing quite a couple of nose-bleeds, to say the least.

“Hyuuga.”

Neji eyed Gaara. “Kazekage-sama.” He had to admit, Gaara definitely looked good in red and mesh. His pale skin made a beautiful contrast against the vibrant red of his coat and hair. If anything, Neji would have something nice to look at. He hoped the night would offer more, however.

Gaara licked his lips. The Hyuuga looked good. Gaara was certain he'd get him by the end of the night.

“Well, have fun you two. I'm off to go kick Shikamaru's ass in Go. Ja ne”

Gaara nodded in recognition and Neji politely waved. He turned to Gaara and asked, “are you ready to go?”

Gaara nodded once again and the two began walking in silence.

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“Ne Sasuke, do you think there's something going on between Gaara and Neji?”

Sasuke turned to his cheerful counterpart and responded, “I don't care about Hyuuga and Sabaku enough to notice. I don't care about them at all.”

“Maa, you're such a cold-hearted bastard. I was just wondering. It wasn't as if I was gonna ask you to help me get them together or anything.”

“Gaara would probably kill you if you plotted anything so get those ideas out of your head.”

Naruto grumbled something unintelligible that sounded similar to 'stupid mind-reading teme.' Sasuke opted to completely ignore the similarity between Naruto's grumbling and such a statement and went back to his brooding. He wasn't aware of much other than Naruto these days, but he was still cautiously wary and thus, he noted Neji and Gaara's nearness. It also helped that Naruto was overtly flagging the two down with flailing arms and loud yells. It was almost as if the dobe thought the two wouldn't notice him. Sasuke mentally scoffed, who could possibly not notice Naruto?

Once Neji and Gaara reached the two awaiting shinobi, Naruto loudly greeted them. “Neji! Gaara! It's about time. I had to be bored with the teme for a whole five minutes.”

“Are you implying the walk here wasn't boring, dobe?”

Naruto's face scrunched up into a puzzled expression. “Nani?”

“You two walked here together?” Neji asked.

Naruto replied with a smile gracing his lips. “Of course we did. I had to make sure he came, didn't I?”

Sasuke leaned on the side of the building with his head tilted downwards. “I would have come. I said I would.”

Naruto could hear the defensive tone to Sasuke's voice. Sasuke was still seen as an untrustworthy traitor by the villagers. He still didn't believe Naruto had forgiven him for leaving. Naruto grimaced at having made Sasuke feel like he didn't trust him.

Naruto tried to ease the tension. “I didn't mean it like that teme. I was just making sure you got here. Plus, it's like I implied, right? The walk here wasn't boring.”

Sasuke's eyes widened an almost imperceptible fraction and he examined Naruto's face for signs of a joke. He reveled in the feeling of contentment that followed not finding any such indications.

“Well,” Neji interrupted, “let's go eat.”

“Yatta! Then you can tell as about your day at Suna, ne? You didn't have to wake Gaara up, did ya'?” Naruto queried as the four shinobi took their seats at a booth; Neji seated with Gaara while Naruto and Sasuke sat across from them.

Neji and Gaara both remembered the morning before they left for Konoha. Gaara almost blushed at the memory of the Hyuuga hovering above him. Probably a side-effect of Kakashi's teachings.

“Temari sent me to wake him before we left at sunrise. I didn't have to do anything. He awoke on his own.”

“Lucky! I bet you're a lot faster now, ne Gaara? You could have given Neji a good beating if he woke you.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the middle-aged waitress that was serving them. “Here are your menus sirs. Let me know when you're ready to order.”

The waitress had placed menus in front of Neji, Gaara and Sasuke, but she left Naruto's place setting empty. When Neji brought this to her attention, she rudely replied, “I wasn't sure demons ate-”

Anything more she would have said was promptly disrupted by Sasuke's abrupt action of standing and slamming his hands on the table. The silverware clattered loudly amongst the silence that befell the group. The almost tangible murderous intent Sasuke's eyes emitted scared the wits out of the waitress. His sharingan was clearly activated and he looked ready to kill. Neji and Gaara were not really better off after noticing Naruto's happy smile fell only to be replaced by a sickeningly fake one.

“Whoa, Sasuke, calm down. It's okay. It's like I told ya', I'm used to it.” The facade of a smile remained.

He replied, his glare remaining on the waitress. “It's like I told you. You're not ever supposed to get used to it." He turned away from the waitress and towards Naruto, awkwardly petting the blonde's head in a gesture of comfort. "Let's go dobe, I won't allow you to eat somewhere so disgusting.”

Sasuke grabbed Naruto's hand and walked past the waitress dragging Naruto while Neji and Gaara followed the two.

Naruto rubbed the back of his head and placed a sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry guys, I—”

He was cut off when Sasuke grabbed him by his jounin vest and held him against the wall. It was done so quickly that neither Neji nor Gaara had seen it until they noticed Naruto pinned to the wall while Sasuke angrily admonished him, “What the fuck are you apologizing for?”

Neji was more than ready to rip out the Uchiha's throat when he noticed what he had done to Naruto but he stopped himself once he heard Sasuke's words and he stopped Gaara as well. It was just another step those two had to go through to recover. He just wished Naruto didn't have to be in such pain.

Naruto had turned his head down. He began to whisper his answer, “I don't know.”

Sasuke exasperatedly sighed as he gently lowered Naruto. “Let's go to Icharaku's dobe, I want to see how many bowls you can eat now.”

Naruto's genuine smile appeared once again. Sasuke hadn't been to Icharaku's since he was twelve. It was great that he was getting back to normal... Though the Sasuke of old wouldn't have really invited him to Icharaku's, it was great that Sasuke was finally hanging out with him. Still, one important question remained unanswered. “Are you gonna pay?”

“Hai,” Sasuke said in confirmation.

“Yatta! Let's go.” He grabbed Sasuke's hand and dragged the pleasantly surprised Uchiha towards the revered ramen stand; Neji and Gaara forgotten.

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After Neji and Gaara watched the two self-proclaimed rivals dash off towards the ramen stand, they looked at each other, both gaging whether the other wanted to get dinner together or not.

“There's an sushi-ya that serves good dishes nearby.”

Gaara liked sushi. He got it all the time when he went to the beach to test out jutsus with wet sand. He wouldn't mind eating at the sushi-ya, but after the incident with the waitress, he didn't much feel like being around many people. He just wanted to be around Neji right now.

“Can you order the food so we can eat it elsewhere?”

“Sure, did you have anywhere in mind?”

The pair began walking towards the restaurant.

“Your house will be fine. I haven't been there before.”

Neji smiled slightly. He was all too glad that his night with Gaara wasn't over.

The two reached the restaurant and placed their orders. After about ten minutes of an uncomfortable silence and plenty of salacious leering disguised as glaring, they walked back to the Hyuuga manor with their food.

When the two arrived, Neji opened his door and motioned Gaara inside. The home was simply decorated, but it suited Neji well. The walls were an off-white and the furniture matched, accentuated by a glass coffee table in the center of the couch, loveseat, and recliner.

Gaara followed Neji to the kitchen and set the food he was carrying on the table. The mahogany table had four matching chairs and it seemed to be seldom used. Gaara got the feeling Neji didn't entertain much. Then again, what shinobi did?

As Neji grabbed two plates, Gaara began unwrapping the various sushi from it's packaging. Neji served sake in black choko and grabbed some chopsticks for himself and Gaara. He and Gaara began to eat in silence.

A fleeting thought passed through Neji's mind... He realized that Naruto was going to be fine. He smiled, which made Gaara curious enough to prod.

“Why are you smiling?”

Neji was startled from his thoughts, but he turned to Gaara calmly. “Just a thought. Tell me, why did you want to see my home?”

Gaara bluntly, though paradoxically vaguely, answered, “you interest me Hyuuga.”

Neji wasn't really sure how he should respond to that so he just smirked and said the first thing that came to mind, “you interest me too, Gaara.”

For a second, Neji thought he had seen a slight blush on Gaara's cheeks, but he brushed it off as wishful thinking. The two continued eating in a companionable silence and when they finished, Neji cleaned the table with Gaara's assistance. They left the dishes for the house-servants to wash and they made their way to the living room.

Neji paused in the middle of the room. “Do you mind if I walk you home?”

Gaara stopped as well, startled by Neji's inquiry. “Already chasing me out Hyuuga?”

Neji was surprised by Gaara's question. He certainly didn't want Gaara to leave. He merely reasoned that Gaara was only here for the meal and that he'd want to leave soon. His heart beat quickened as he walked closer to Gaara.

“Will you stay?” he murmured.

Gaara, becoming uncharacteristically impatient, closed the gap between him and Neji and began to kiss the slightly taller tensai. Neji grabbed Gaara's hips and plundered his lips. He could taste the lingering alcohol of the sake; his senses completely centered on Gaara.

Gaara opened his mouth and licked and nipped at Neji's lips as his hands tangled themselves in his long, silky hair. They continued to kiss fiercely. Neji's tongue assailed Gaara's roughly, and Gaara gave back as good as he got. Their tongues wrapped around each other before Gaara began softly caressing Neji's lips, licking them with the lightest of touches. Neji, not expecting nor wanting such gentleness, kissed back roughly before Gaara parted from him.

The two were panting, staring at each other like they had done the day before, though they were much closer this time. Neji leaned down and pulled Gaara's bottom lip in between his teeth. He gave it a rough suck before releasing it and continuing a path of bites and licks down Gaara's neck.

His hands skirted beneath Gaara's shirt and over his abdomen. Gaara continued to tug at Neji's hair. The tugging became increasingly insistent when Neji bit down on Gaara's jugular and then softly lapped at it. Gaara wanted the Hyuuga already and he wasn't planning on waiting any longer.

Knowing the basic floor-plan of the house, Gaara grabbed Neji's hand and began dragging him up the stairs. He didn't anticipate the Hyuuga to turn him around and, grabbing his thighs, carry him into the room. Neji roughly set Gaara down on the bed and towered over him, kissing him fiercly once again.

Gaara began shifting his hips slightly, making Neji painfully aware of both their arousals. Gaara growled, “Hurry up Hyuuga.”

Neji complied all too willingly as he removed his shirt. Gaara began unbuttoning and unzipping Neji's pants only to have to pause as the brunette relieved the Kazekage of his shirt. The two quickly removed their pants and undergarments in their impatient haste.

Neji's naked body laid over Gaara's. Gaara initiated another intense kiss and Neji delved his tongue into his mouth and mapped out every inch. Gaara began moving his hips again and Neji groaned into his mouth.

Neji sucked on Gaara's tongue and then licked down his chin to his collarbone. He nipped and sucked until he left a mark on the pale skin and then took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked fervently before grazing his teeth along the sensitive bud. Gaara panted and groaned at the harsh treatment. His patience was dwindling again.

Gaara grabbed Neji's hand and began lapping at the middle finger. Neji looked up from his task to the sight of Gaara sucking his middle finger gently; taking only the tip in and then plunging the rest of it in. Gaara twirled his tongue over Neji's index finger and took it in as well. He gave the digits a searing suck and then licked them generously maneuvering Neji's hand downwards to his opening when he judged them to be wet enough.

Neji looked into Gaara's eyes, mesmerized, as one of his fingers was pushed into Gaara. Neji moved the finger slightly, which caused Gaara to groan. Gaara took Neji's finger out and then plunged another one in along with the first. The saliva evaporated on Neji's heated fingers and ceased to provide lubrication. Despite the sting from the friction, Gaara thrust Neji's fingers in and out of himself while the Hyuuga remained amazed and aroused above him.

Gaara glared at Neji and Neji began to scissor his fingers in understanding. Gaara grunted in encouragement as Neji's fingers stretched him. Panting, the Hyuuga inserted a third finger and was met with much resistance, despite Gaara's attempts to relax.

Neji retracted his fingers and kissed a path down Gaara's neck to his abdomen. Neji nipped and licked at the crevices of the muscles and continued to make his way down to Gaara's cock. He fisted Gaara and smeared the precum on his fingertips. He licked at the slit and then made his way down to Gaara's balls. Gaara hissed in pleasure as Neji sucked at his perineum and then licked around his entrance. His tongue darted inside and Gaara writhed at the sensation. Neji's hand made it's way past Gaara's stomach and to his lips. Gaara eagerly licked the fingers, making sure to coat them with his spit until they were glossy.

Neji continued to thrust his tongue into Gaara and began to circle the puckered hole with his moistened fingers. He inserted two fingers and parted them, stretching Gaara and teasing his entrance with his tongue. Gaara felt a sharp sting as Neji pushed three fingers into him but it dissipated quickly when Neji twisted his wrist slightly and caressed Gaara's prostate, making him emit a long moan. Neji removed his fingers and walked over to one of his drawers. He took out a small bottle of lavender oil and walked back towards Gaara. Gaara grabbed the bottle as he pulled Neji on top of him. He spilled some of the oil onto his hand and reached down to stroke the Hyuuga. Neji winced in pleasure as he felt Gaara's hand wrap around him and he shut his eyes tightly as the tip of his member entered Gaara.

Gaara thought the pain was bearable, more-so because of Neji's reaction. The male in question had his eyes clenched shut while taking in deep, sharp breaths as frequently as possible. Gaara was sure he could fully control the Hyuuga and he was quite pleased. The initial pain subsided as Neji fully buried himself deep into Gaara. Gaara guided Neji's hand to his own organ and allowed Neji to softly fondle him. Neji opened his eyes when he felt Gaara's cock pulse in his hands and he waited for Gaara to give him some type of signal to move. Gaara could sense Neji's impatience and he decided to let the Hyuuga wait a while longer.

He kissed Neji softly, only applying a chaste pressure and keeping his mouth closed. Neji groaned and licked Gaara's lips, seeking entrance, but Gaara kept his mouth firmly shut, wanting to tease the brunette. After letting the Hyuuga, and himself, agonize for a second longer, Gaara shifted his hips upwards and commanded, “Move.”

Neji was eager to comply once again as he pulled back and thrust back in. Both moaned at the movement and Neji repeated it. Gaara wrapped his legs against Neji's waist.

“Faster,” he demanded. Neji quickened his thrusts and strokes.

Gaara captured Neji's lips in another kiss. Their tongues harshly rubbed against each other as Neji continued to thrust in and out of Gaara while Gaara met him half-way. They pulled apart to suck in a breath and the two locked eyes as the pleasure they felt coiled and multiplied, concentrating at the pits of their stomachs.

Gaara wanted more; he needed more. “Harder, Neji.”

Neji changed the angles of his thrusts and focused on hitting Gaara's prostate. He obviously achieved the feat, as Gaara narrowed his eyes and moaned wantonly. Neji began moving his hips and hand frantically, determined to bring Gaara off before cumming himself. He was panting harshly and he could feel the teen was close to release as he continued to pump Gaara as fast as he could.

Gaara was overwhelmed by all the sensation. Neji squeezed his cock one more time and Gaara spilled his seed all over their stomachs; his eyes and mouth opened as his muscles clenched in ecstasy. A choked groan of Neji's name passed his lips as his climax faded and he laid boneless on the bed.

“Gaara,” Neji moaned as he came inside the red-head. The memory of Gaara's expression replayed in his mind as he rode out the last wave of his orgasm.

Neji continued to lay on top of Gaara, both completely spent and panting rapidly to catch their breaths. Once their breathing and heart rates slowed down, Neji took his softened phallus out of Gaara. He rolled onto his side and draped an arm around Gaara, softly murmuring in his ear, “Was that interesting?...”

Gaara let out a small chuckle and turned to his Hyuuga with a smile, answering him with a kiss.

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:Walks in with Goten who is carrying Milk Duds:

Oraday: So... How was that? I think that was my first real lemon... With descriptions and all.

Goten: You used the word 'phallus'

Oraday: Shut up. It fit better than penis.

Goten: Heh, that was chock-full of innuendo

Anyways, review and stuff. I think this is gonna be my go-to fic for NejiGaara smut, so I might update this once in a blue moon.