A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 37: The Reunion

Neji left the gates at Konoha fairly early, wanting to be doing something, not fretting. He headed out to meet Gaara and his escorts on the road. It reminded him of when the two of them had left for Suna together with Temari. It was strange to realize how much had changed since then. Then he had just begun to know Gaara’s body and a bit of his personality. Now he knew everything about that body, and so much more about Gaara’s past and psyche that it was odd to remember how little he had known.

The rage over Gaara’s life before Naruto rose up again in Neji. This last week in Konoha, the Hyuuga had realized why he always felt this dark, overwhelming anger rising when he thought about Gaara’s isolation. That Gaara’s own father had played the role that Neji’s uncle played to him seemed cruel. In feeling rage for Gaara, Neji was indirectly mourning and raging over his own childhood pain in a purely irrational way that didn’t take into consideration adult motivations or family traditions or the survival of the clan.

Being with Gaara had helped Neji make peace with his past. Neji had been loved by his father, been given gifts, had friends, had so much Gaara had not had. Giving gifts to Gaara was addictive—the way he looked and responded to each one—Gaara’s face, Gaara’s face when they made love, when he came. With every time they did it, Gaara became more and more expressive. Only he, Hyuuga Neji, had seen those faces Gaara made now in ecstasy. He had taught Gaara those kisses that were now so devastatingly proficient. He had taught the redhead to moan, to squirm, to groan, to shout. Dammit, when would Gaara get here and be back where he belonged—under Neji with Neji’s dick up his ass?

There—that faint hint of chakra, yes, that had to be Gaara’s party. Neji broke into a run; yes, yes, that was Gaara’s chakra, oh god it’s amazing, it’s stunning, it’s the richest, strongest chakra of all, the chakra of my lover, mine—he’s moving closer, faster . . .

The two ninja moved towards each other running, reading each other’s chakra, sensing the distance closing. The trees, the road, all vanished from their sights, their senses narrowing down to tunnel vision, a tunnel that had to be run to get to the other half, the missing half, the part that made things feel right, feel whole . . .

Closer, closer—there, in sight, yes! Mine! Heart beating faster, legs flying, speeding, the world fading away. They were held apart by time, by space, but their reign was ending, they were closing in, able to see eyes, lips, close, so close, almost, hands and fingers reaching out—

And then together, together, touching, tasting, smelling, seeing, feeling—merging, becoming one, the shock of penetration, then—then, like being home, familiar yet new, moving together, one heartbeat, one rhythm, one voice—blazing, burning, loving

—exploding—

falling together, panting, slowing, collapsing, waking up—clothes, weapons everywhere, sudden blushes, sensing others discretely distant, discretely waiting—

dressing quickly, grinning, quick looks, no words needed—

Happiness, Happiness, everything shiny, everything bright, everything sparkling, everything
good . . .

Inside two hearts, the inner voice cries, Thank-you, thank-you God, for letting me live, letting me feel this bit of heaven now, today, right here. Thank-you!