A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 34: The Revelation

Neji woke up alone in the big bed in what was now Gaara’s bedroom. He was naked, his head hurt from drinking too much last night, and most annoying of all, he’d completely forgotten to undo his hair from the braid. Neji couldn’t stand his hair looking anything but perfect, and the kinks and waves from a braid were completely unacceptable. Neji headed to his bathroom to check out how wavy his hair was from the braid—well, shit, it was way too wavy, way too feminine. Maybe if he just wet it down with his brush it would dry straight without him having to deal with washing and combing out the whole head of hair again.

Neji reached for his brush and stopped, surprised. There was an envelope under it labeled “White Eyes.” He picked it up and opened it. To his horror, a photograph fell out. For just the tiniest part of second, Neji thought it was a picture of his father’s corpse. No one, no one ever took a picture of a branch family member with their curse seal showing. No one took a picture of a Hyuuga sleeping, naked on their back. But Gaara didn’t fear the Hyuuga clan—why would he? Here in Suna, the clan had no influence or power; the Hyuugas would never come en masse to Wind Country. Gaara must have taken it last night—damn, he must have drunk too much as well. It showed Neji from the waist up sleeping, his hair in a braid, his curse seal showing, and there, just above the edge of the sheet, those hickeys Gaara had left on his stomach.

The picture quality wasn’t very good, and Neji looked oddly pale against the sheets, the reason he’d first though it was a picture of a corpse. Neji’s hand shook with emotion, an emotion he didn’t want to bother to name. He hated this photo—he looked weak, feminine, and inferior—there was that seal, that seal he could never escape. And hickeys, too—and a jounin who let his picture be taken when he slept, who was that pathetic at sensing an attack—oh god! Damn, what the fuck was this? And to label it “White Eyes” as if to rub in that he was only a branch member of the Hyuuga clan!

What was the point of a photo like this one? What was Gaara expecting him to feel? Why? Why? He turned the photograph over, but there was nothing written on the back of it. His head aching, his ass a little sore, and tired, Neji felt like this was just too much in the morning before tea. He methodically burned the photo over the sink and washed the ashes down the drain. Fuck it, he didn’t care if he was late for lunch; he was going to wash his hair.

Once in the shower, his hair wet, Neji remembered he had only a few drops of shampoo and conditioner left. He made do, and as he worked the knots out of his hair, he mentally made a shopping list. As he dressed, he added a few more items. By the time he stood staring into the mirror, satisfied that he looked his usual, perfect self, he was up to item sixteen. It was time to jot the list down. He dug a pencil stub out of his small pack and grabbed the envelope Gaara had left with the photo. But as he wrote on it, he realized there was something inside—a note he’d missed. A flare of happiness rose up in him as he though here is Gaara’s explanation for the photo—maybe it wasn’t meant to be an insult. Neji pulled the note out and read:

Beloved Master,

I’ll never forget yesterday. I wish I could spend everyday being your fucktoy. My slutty ass misses you already, and we can’t be alone until after the sun sets.

Love,

Red

p.s. Enjoy this while you can—your training partner is due back any day.

p.p.s. I won’t have time to go shopping with you today, but Sajin can escort you or give you directions to various shops.

Neji was still staring at this note in a pleasant state of shock when he heard knocking on the door of the room. He tucked the note in his weapons pouch and headed for the door. It was a curious genin with hot tea, a wad of papers relating to the liaison job, and some questions. This little interaction occurred at a fortuitous moment; as Neji was feeling so satisfied with Gaara’s sexy and submissive note, he acted very un-Nejish, without a bit of haughtiness or superiority. He not only answered all the genin’s questions, he even gave her a genuine smile. Thus it was that when Neji eventually did meet most of Suna’s young genins, they were under the impression that while Neji acted stiffly with groups, one-on-one he was a pretty nice guy.

The shopping with Sajin went smoothly as did the lunch and meeting with the council, but Neji and Gaara didn’t have a moment alone until, as the note had said, after sunset. When the formal dinner with some of the more important council members was over, everyone moved out to the big balcony overlooking Suna. The balcony had strategic value, for from it you could see into the narrow pass that was the entrance into the walled city. But for now, no one was worried about an attack, and all enjoyed the spectacular sight of a desert sunset—an explosion of golds, pinks, reds, and orange that faded into blues, purples, and grays until finally turning black.

By ones and twos, people drifted away. Finally Gaara and Neji said goodnight to Baki and Kankurou, leaving only Gaara, Neji, and two foolish chuunin falling in love on the balcony. The chuunin realized their mistake when Gaara began moving towards their position at the railing radiating menace. The Kazekage didn’t have to say a word—the two scurried away, terror on their faces. When Gaara turned to Neji, the Leaf nin was scowling. Hurt, Gaara turned back to look out at the city view saying nothing.

Neji scowled even more as he came up behind Gaara and slid his arms around him. He said, “I don’t like it that your own ninja are so scared of you. But I can’t complain too much because otherwise I wouldn’t have had a chance with you, someone would have snatched you up long ago since you are the sexiest thing I’ve seen in Wind Country.”

Gaara said nothing, but Neji felt him lean back into him. The long-haired nin tilted his head down to whisper in his lover’s ear, “Maybe I should take pictures of you tonight. You were eating sexy again tonight; I got hard looking at you, especially thinking about that love letter you left me this morning.” Remembering the letter sent the blood rushing back into Neji’s crotch, and he pushed forward against Gaara. He pulled a kunai from his pocket and began to slice down the turtleneck Gaara was wearing to cover his hickeys. Twang! Whoossh!

The arrow hit the wall of sand, and Gaara shook in Neji’s arms—from anger rather than passion, however. But the liaison from Leaf ignored everything but what he had wanted to uncover in the first place. He whispered, “Look at this neck of yours, it’s covered with hickeys. You look really slutty with all these love bites on you. You must be getting fucked a lot to get so marked up.” Neji raised his right hand to Gaara’s neck and began lightly touching each dark mark on Gaara before lowering his head to lick each one slowly. His hands moved over the official white robe Gaara wore, unfastening it. The kunai once more sliced at the offending turtleneck, but this time it drew no arrows from the dark behind them. Neji’s hands slid over Gaara’s chest, immediately seeking out his nipples. “Your nipples are hard. You must like getting your clothes cut off you. Shall I cut more off and fuck you right here, my little cockslut, in front of your bodyguards?”

The sand whirled again forming a shell around the two of them. Gaara turned to face Neji with a moan, pressing his own erection into his, “Fuck me, fuck right here, right now.”

“Get out of those clothes and bend over, hands on the ground for balance, Red. Show me that slutty ass of yours that I’m going to fuck. You’re lucky I put some lube in my weapon’s p—Holy fucking shit! Gaara! You really are a cockslut! How long have you had that butt plug in you?”

“Pull it out and fuck me, Neji, fuck me now! I need to feel you inside me; I need you to fill me with your love.”

“Oh, I’m going to fill you, Red,” promised Neji, and with that he jerked out the plug, shoving it in a pocket, and thrust his cock in, pulling Gaara’s hips back hard, penetrating so deeply his pubic hair rubbed against the stretched, puckered skin of Gaara’s anus.

“Neji!” screamed Gaara.

“Damn, Red, you’re going to get our little sand shell shot up with more arrows,” said Neji pulling out, pausing, and then slamming back in.

“God! Yes! Yes!”

Neji groaned—in all his fantasies, he never imagined he’d be fucking the Kazekage almost in front of his own armed bodyguards, who had to be listening to their leader screaming for it. He was so aroused he couldn’t make it last. He felt himself on the verge of coming in just minutes, “So, little fucktoy, do you want to be a creampie or do you want my cum running all over your naked body?”

“Fill me, Neji, fill me,” and that was all it took for the Hyuuga to release deep inside him, crying out. Unable to touch himself, his hands on the ground for balance, Gaara was still hard, still needy. Neji pulled out and then pulled the butt plug from his pocket and shoved it back into Gaara, who cried out loudly.

Neji slapped Gaara’s ass, saying, “Hold that position until I tell you can move.” He wiped himself and adjusted his clothing, once more the perfectly dressed Hyuuga. Only then did he pull Gaara up and against his body. “Still hard, little slut?”

“Neji, please!”

“You can have my hand or my mouth, Red, pick.”

“Mouth, please, Neji, mouth.”

Kneeling down, Neji began with a few little licks and kisses of Gaara’s balls, ignoring the shaft before him. Gaara groaned and reached for Neji’s hair only to have him slap his ass again. “Hands up behind your head, Red, or you can walk to our room rock hard in front of your archer pals.”

Moaning, Gaara linked his hands together behind his head. But he thrust his hips forward arching his back, and the sight was so sexy to Neji, he groaned and lowered his mouth to Gaara’s cock, sucking the head. His hands wrapped around the shaft, and he suck deeper and deeper, his lesson in oral sex from their night on the island together coming back to him. Each time Neji slid his head down, he strove to take Gaara a little farther into him. His hands gripped Gaara’s ass, his finger tips brushing against the base of the butt plug, exciting him, driving him to push his mouth down more, to open his throat, to pull Gaara into him, wanting him all, wanting to feel his lover lose himself to ecstasy.

Gaara looked down on that head of black glossy hair, that perfectly white tunic, watching his cock disappear into Neji’s throat. He could feel Neji’s cum inside him as he squeezed his muscles around the butt plug. Neji’s hands were pulling at him, and his mouth was so tight, so perfect, oh, yes, it was coming, an orgasm was coming. Gaara held it off, frozen in that moment, that perfect moment when he knew nothing could stop him from the coming release. For just that instant there was nothing, nothing but pure sensation, and then Gaara threw back his head and cried out as his body poured out into his lover and his heart—his heart--love, love, here, here where he was hated, here where he was feared, here where he was tolerated. Here he was full of love, exploding with love, here, here with Neji filling him, loving him, here alive, this, this was the answer to why he should exist, why he should live: he would change Suna with love.

Gaara felt himself go weak, falling, falling into sand. The thud of his back against the sand and the feel of Neji falling forward onto him, made Gaara open his eyes. Suna! When had the stars of Suna looked so beautiful, so enchanted? Never, never before! Never had those far distant bodies seemed so magical to watch—fuck!

The sand swept up and around them again, but Gaara could feel Neji’s body shaking with laughter as it lay pressed on top of his own. “Well, baby, we’re out of the closet now,” said Neji as he maneuvered his head to kiss Gaara. “But then again, only cowards hide in closets, right?”

“Shut up and kiss me, Hyuuga,” was all the naked Kazekage had to say.