A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 30: The Arrival

Suna had a stark beauty at sunset. The sunlight turned the canyons shades of red and purple. The high stepped walls of Suna towered above the two arriving shinobi on a scale that seemed designed for a race of giants. But Neji wasn’t focusing on the scenery. The unsmiling faces of the guards and the cold seriousness of their brief exchanges with Gaara made the Hyuuga feel angry.

When Tsunade returned to Konoha after any trip away, she was greeted with smiles. A few woman and children would hug her, others would give her gifts, and invitations would come pouring in for dinners, drinks, dates, lunches, teas, walks, etc. Ok—if Tsunade looked angry or there was an emergency, there wouldn’t be hugs or invitations, but still there would be greetings and usually even more gifts than normal. This silent, cold “welcome” of the Kazekage made Neji want to shout. But Hyuuga Neji, jounin and genius of his clan, didn’t shout in public.

It wasn’t until Kankurou met Gaara and Neji in the street that Neji was able to relax a bit.

“Gaara, I’m so glad you’re here at last little brother. You won’t believe all the weird, cryptic messages I’ve got by hawk from Konoha. What the hell were you up to? Why are you two so late? I was going to lead a search party out until we got your signal an hour ago. Oh, hi, Neji-san, sorry to ignore you,” said Kankurou finally turning and holding out his hand to Neji.

“Hello, Kankurou-san. No apology is needed; it’s good to see someone happy to have Gaara back,” said Neji shaking the hand held out to him.

Looking at Kankurou’s startled face, Neji mentally kicked himself. What an awful way to start out a diplomatic career—to imply that the Kazekage wasn’t being welcomed appropriately was less than tactful, and to simply call Gaara, Gaara, was probably going to set his brother off.

But then Gaara did something that made Kankurou’s mouth drop open in shock: he leaned over and patted the new liaison on the back, saying, “Don’t worry about my welcome, White Eyes. You can console me tonight. I’ll keep you up until I recover from the horror of not being showered with smiles and invitations to go out.”

Gaara turned to his brother, who was still frozen, and reached out and pushed up Kankurou’s chin. “Hey, big brother, watch out for sand flies. Don’t worry; I’ll explain everything. Do I need to meet with the council now or later tonight?” asked Gaara.

“The meeting’s tomorrow at 9,” said Kankurou.

“Good. How about Neji and I wash up, and you arrange some dinner for us three?”

“Sure, you want anything specific?”

Gaara shook his head no and said, “Whatever, just give us an hour or so, and bring it up to the Kazekage’s suite.”

To Neji’s surprise, Kankurou’s mouth again fell open. This time Gaara walked over to his brother and hugged him, whispering something at ear-level against Kankurou’s black hood. Neji smiled as Kankurou’s arms tightened around the redhead. The two brothers broke their embrace and began walking down the street, neither of them talking to the Leaf nin or looking to see if he was going to follow. Even though this neglect of an official liaison was beyond undiplomatic, bordering on the rude, Neji wasn’t offended. He suspected the number of times the two brothers had hugged could be counted on one hand.

Eventually they arrived at the large building that was the equivalent of the Hokage’s tower. Once inside, Kankurou soon left them, and Neji and Gaara headed for the Kazekage's suite. When they opened the door, however, Neji was surprised. The room was even more barren than he had been prepared for: the stone floor had no carpet on it, the curving stone walls had no pictures on the them, and there were no windows, although a few tiny skylights let in a little sun.

The little furniture that existed was made of stone. The few cushions on the stone benches and chairs were of natural, natural leather or what looked like horsehide. The room smelled musty and unused, worse than the cave in which they’d spent part of the afternoon. Neji tried to think of something diplomatic to say in the weird silence that had fallen since entering the room, and at last came up with, “It’s a very masculine room.”

Gaara turned to Neji, saying, “It’s horrible. This was my father’s set of rooms. But the room I’ve been using is small and doesn’t have a decent bed or bath.”

“Well, Red, it looks like your dad was a dud in interior décor. Is it all this—ah—bleak?”

There were a number of other doors set in the curving wall besides the one they had entered by. One opened into a series of connected little rooms, one with a toilet and sink, another with a shower and sink, a third with a bath, and a fourth with empty shelves, a few big cedar chests, a mirror, and some hooks on the wall. This room opened into a big room with a huge bed; this bedroom connected back to the room with the stone “sofas.” But the bedroom, at least, was clearly on an outside wall as there were a few circular windows high up on the walls. They had no curtains but some plain wooden shutters that could be used to cover them.

It was only later that Neji realized the shutters were special and unusual in Suna—as were the wooden chests through out the suite made of fragrant cedar. Wood in the desert was rare and valued. Fires were usually fueled by dung.

There was another set of rooms for dressing and bathing but with a smaller tub. In addition to another bedroom with shuttered windows that was slightly smaller, there was a room with a big stone table with some stone benches and a number of simple wood and leather chairs. Another wooden chest was in this room, and after walking around the table, Neji opened it out of curiousity. He discovered it contained table linens and chair cushions in bright colors.

“Hey, maybe your dad wasn’t such a decorating dud after all,” said Neji, looking back at Gaara.

Gaara was standing at the table looking cold, tense, and, well, like a ruthless killer. Neji thought about how Gaara had never been kissed, never had a present—and how Gaara’s dad had only been killed by Orochimaru three years ago. The word “dad” seemed like another diplomatic faux pas. Neji put one of the cushions on a leather chair and sat down, just giving his lover time.

“This is probably where my father told my maternal uncle to kill me,” said Gaara at last. “My brother and sister were born in the big bedroom here. It was too dangerous for me to be born here. My mother never returned to these rooms after I was birthed. She killed herself.”

Neji had no words. He just stood up and went over to Gaara and reached out to embrace him. Gaara’s sand swirled up out of the gourd blocking Neji’s arms. “Gaara, love,” said Neji softly, “let’s wash away some of the day’s dirt and try to make some good memories here. I can’t change your past for you as much as I wish I could. But I want us to make love on this table sometime, and I want to hold you and kiss you now, baby.”

The sand hissed back into the gourd, but Gaara didn’t move. Neji slowly stepped close to Gaara and put his arms around him. He moved his head, setting his cheek against the unmoving redhead’s, hugging him. He whispered in Gaara’s ear, “I love you, Gaara. I love the present you got me. I love how you look in the shirt I got you. Let’s wear those clothes tonight for our dinner with your big brother. Do you think he’ll be as surprised by how you look in white silk as Temari?”

When Gaara still was immobile, stiff, and silent in Neji’s arms, he just gently kissed him on the lips and then picked him up and carried him into the closest room with a shower. He set the redhead down on the stone bench and started up the water, which made those odd noises that pipes long unused do.

Neji then went and explored the various wood chests, returning with some towels, smelling strongly of cedar. He went and started running water in the large tub as well before undressing himself and his unmoving lover. He picked up Gaara and carried him into the shower. He set the redhead gently down on his feet and leaned him back against the wall. “We’re going to have to go shopping for some soap, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, shaving cream, and lube. I only took enough for the trip,” said Neji using the tiny remains of his bar of soap to clean that still, quiet body. When he had washed every bit of it and the rich, red hair as well, he leaned Gaara back against the shower wall and did the same for himself. He used a kunai to clean both of their nails and shaved himself.

Next he brushed his teeth. When he was done, the Kazekage was still exactly as he had left him. Sighing, Neji considered his comatose partner. He’d never brushed someone else’s teeth before. Oh, well, doing new things with Gaara was an essential part of their relationship.

Neji put some toothpaste on Gaara’s toothbrush and growled, “Now, open up, Red, neither your big brother nor I want to smell your bad breath all night. And don’t complain if I cut up your mouth—I’m a virgin at this too.” Ah! Now that got the leader of Suna's attention! A white hand reached out and grabbed the toothbrush from Neji, and Gaara began brushing his own teeth. The jounin used this opportunity to step out of the shower and lube up his hand. There was no shower curtain, and Gaara could see what the Hyuuga was doing, but he said nothing and just rinsed out his mouth.

Neji got back in the shower, his mouth capturing Gaara’s newly cleaned one. His lubed hand reached around and went right for the younger teen's anus. The Sand nin didn’t help, but he didn’t resist either. Neji’s tongue pushed into Gaara, and one finger pushed past that initial inch of tight muscle in his ass. But without the little sounds and faces that the Kazekage usually made, it just wasn't right. The young genius decided to play a little unfair and whispered, “Byukugan.” Then he worked Gaara’s tenketsu. He’d never done this in a shower, but he’d fought in the rain before, and it didn’t make any difference. When Gaara began to shiver and kiss Neji back, Neji felt like he'd just captured an S-class nin. He started working in another finger. The redhead relaxed for him, and soon the Hyuuga’s right hand was scissoring inside his lover as the left was working the tenketsus on on every bit of Gaara’s body it could reach.

When the Sand nin began moaning, Neji stopped what he was doing to wrap Gaara’s legs around him and slowly slide himself into that puckered ring of muscle between those pale white asscheeks, each still marked with a dark hickey. The jounin stopped kissing Gaara's mewling mouth and moved his head to whisper in a pale white ear how good Gaara felt, how he liked making Gaara melt and moan, how he was going to make love to him in every room of this suite.

When Gaara’s hand started stroking his cock, Neji still kept whispering romantic things in his ear. To the Leaf nin's shock, however, the redhead suddenly said loudly in the shower, “Shit, Hyuuga, you’re starting to sound like a girl! Sure we’re going to make love in every damn room of this suite, but I’m going to fuck you in every one too before this month is over.”

Neji stiffened, then thrust into Gaara harder, saying, “Really, Red? You’re already one room behind me in getting fucked.”

“You aren’t fucking me, Hyuuga.”

Neji knew then that Gaara wanted him to be rough, to push away everything from his mind except the present, except what he was feeling physically. And the Sand nin's taunting words and tone made him happy to do that.

“Fine, you want fucked?” he snarled, turning off the shower and jerking himself out of his lover's tight heat. He grabbed the lube and applied more to his cock. Gaara just leaned against the wall of the shower, looking bored and indifferent. Neji grabbed Gaara’s wrist and jerked him over towards him. He got behind the younger teen and pulled his legs and ass up in the air, sending Gaara’s head and arms tumbling down towards the floor. When the redhead’s palms hit the floor, Neji pushed inside him forcefully and began to fuck that hole at a fast, violent pace.

“Do you feel fucked now, Red? You've got a hard cock up your ass pounding you like a cheap slut. You like that?”

When Gaara didn’t answer, Neji began to move them, forcing his lover's body to shift. “Crawl forwards, Red,” demanded Neji, guiding them slowly towards the room with the table that had upset Gaara. The Leaf nin's cock was buried to the hilt in that ass with its twin hickeys, and he could look down on Gaara’s wet back as the upside-down Kazekage moved his hands forward on stone floor.

When they reached the small dining room, Neji abruptly pulled out of Gaara and hauled him up to the table, pushing him so his back rested on the polished stone top. He pulled apart the unresisting pale legs and buried himself once more in that ass that he had lost his virginity in.

Now he could see Gaara’s face, pinch Gaara’s nipples, tug on Gaara’s cock--he was fucking the Kazekage here, here on the table that had been his father's, the table where no doubt the decision had been made to create this incredible being squeezing around his cock. Oh, god, how could anyone not love Gaara? Ah, that kanji above those green, green eyes was telling everyone a truth that none but he seemed to have grasped. A sense of the immensity of the gift he had been given by fate overwhelmed him. His white eyes glittered with tears that would not be shed, his skin flushed almost as red as his lover's hair, and he moved with all the deadly grace and speed that a top-level jounin had.

But he couldn't keep up the pace--partially because his stamina was low from the journey, but more because here in the historic heart of Wind Country, in the official chambers of Suna's leaders, he was fucking the Kazekage himself. And not just any Kazekage--the one said to be the strongest, the deadliest. And yet, the deadly, feared shinobi was on his back, his legs up on Hyuuga Neji's shoulders, taking his cock hard and deep in his ass. It was fucking unbelievable and erotic as hell, and Neji knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold back from coming for much longer. He resorted once more to pushing his chakra into Gaara’s tenketsu, letting the chakra build up, and then releasing it suddenly. He could see Gaara's body shivering, responding, but it wasn't enough to send him into orgasm.

Neji panted out, frustrated, “Dammit, Red, I’m going to go without you! You can sit through dinner hard and get blue balls for all I care, you stubborn bastard.” Then he lost it, crying out Gaara’s name, his head rolling back and his eyes closing.

It was then, only then, when Gaara watched that face transform and the dark hair swing, that the child in Gaara could forget his pain. As he felt the hot warmth of his lover's cum filling him up inside and heard his name cried out wildly, his body responded in kind, and he lost himself in his own orgasm.

When silence once more filled the cold, empty rooms, it didn't bother either of them. Gaara lay on the table where his father and uncle had plotted his own death, covered and filled with sperm, looking so beautiful it made Neji shiver. He pushed his long black hair over his shoulders and leaned down, saying in a husky voice, “When you decide to have a baby with a woman, Gaara, you need to impregnate her on this table. I can’t have your baby, Red, but I hope you’ll fuck me on this table too.”

Gaara just said, “Shut up, Hyuuga-chan,” but, for the first time since the two had entered these rooms, he smiled.