A Virgin Kiss
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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44
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248
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The Forgotten (little lemon)
Chapter 38: The Forgotten
The two jounins that accompanied the Kazekage, Otokaze and Satetsu, joined Gaara and Neji soon after they were dressed. The presence of ANBU was felt, but the masked ninjas never showed themselves. The four moved to Konoha in silence. They were met at the gate by Tsunade and Temari. Gaara sent Otokaze and Satetsu to deal with the hotel rooms while the four quickly transported to Tsunade’s office to avoid all the socializing a slow walk through the town would inevitably bring. But with the big matches only two days away, Tsunade and Temari were soon distracted with interruptions asking about this and that. Neji and Gaara made excuses to head back to the hotel. When the hotel proprietor began to fuss over the Kazekage, insisting on escorting him personally to his suite, Neji slipped away to order some lunch to be brought to Gaara’s rooms—a lunch with plenty of scallops.
When he got to the door of Gaara’s suite, the proprietor was still bowing and talking. But when those aquamarine eyes met Neji’s white ones, the Kazekage interrupted saying, “I need to be alone with Hyuuga-san now.” His eyes never left Neji’s, and he began peeling off his weapons and coat. The intensity of his focus, the clear preditory desire radiating from Gaara, went right to Neji’s groin. He too forgot about the others in the room and began moving slowly, seductively, towards Gaara although he didn’t bother to start stripping.
“Strip now, Hyuuga, don’t make me wait,” ordered Gaara once the door had shut. He was already shirtless, his hands undoing his pants.
“I missed you too, Red,” said Neji, starting to undress. “So why is your ass all loose like you’ve been getting fucked everyday since I last saw you? You want to tell me about that?”
“Because I spent the last three nights stretching myself with a dildo up my ass, so we could fuck without waiting, with just spit and no lube.”
“You want me so bad, you can’t wait for me to stretch you, Red?”
“Yes,” was all Gaara said, sitting down on the bed. He spread his legs wide, leaned back, and pulled his legs up and out of the way with his arms. His erect cock jutting up amid that red, red pubic hair, and the pink pucker of his asshole beneath his balls was exposed, gapping and dripping a little from Neji’s fucking on the road.
Neji groaned and fell on Gaara, thrusting in hard and deep, forgetting about lube, forgetting about foreplay, just needing once more to be inside that tightness. Gaara had held Neji’s cum inside with a bit of sand and the shock of feeling that wetness inside, knowing it was his cum, made Neji moan and grip Gaara’s ass tighter. He leaned down to bite and mark Gaara, thrusting in, feeling savage and possessive.
“God, yes, Neji, please fuck me, yes, I want you harder, deeper—“
“You sound like a fucking needy slut. Do you just want a hard cock in you or do you want me?”
“You, you.”
“Say my name, dammit, say it.”
“Neji! Neji!”
“Louder, little bitch, louder.”
“NEJI! NEJI! NEJI!” Gaara screamed before he began to cum and his shriek became unintelligible.
Neji stopped to watch Gaara’s face, the shaking and heaving of his slender, pale body. He admired the pink flush that spread over that white skin. He leaned down to kiss his lover tenderly before pulling out and flipping him over on the bed and tugging Gaara’s ass up in the air. He brought his hand down with a harsh smack—and Gaara yelped and twitched. “Maybe you need a cockring put on you—I was going to drink that cum. I didn’t even touch your cock, and you came,” said Neji, slapping Gaara’s ass hard again.
But he could tell Gaara was excited, for he thrust his ass up to Neji’s hand and moaned with pleasure, not pain.
After making Gaara’s butt red, Neji slammed back into Gaara, using him roughly. But when he felt himself getting close, he reached under Gaara and found his cock was hard and dripping again. This time they came together.
Then, immediate needs satiated, it was time to rediscover, to explore, to caress, to love, to lick, to mark. To find the little changes—Neji’s hair was softer, glossier, thicker after a month away from Suna’s dry winds. He had a new scar on his left forearm, just an inch long. Gaara had grown a little taller, put on more muscle. Without sex, he’d begun to exercise at night, needing to punch and kick his frustration away or run out his energy under the stars, so he could finally go back to “our bed,” tired, ready to just watch the stars and snuggle with Nightwalker.
When lunch arrived, Neji remembered his gift for Gaara. It was a ruby stud, an earring. “I want to pierce you myself, Gaara, and I want everyone to see that piercing. They won’t know it, but you will, that I did that, that I pierced you, that you’re mine,” Neji whispered into his lover’s ear.
Gaara’s smile dazzled Neji, “Yes, pierce my ear—maybe tonight, pierce it while you're fucking me.”
“Hey, I don’t think that’s a good idea—I want to put the needle in correctly and be ready in case you bleed too much,” responded Neji as he poured them tea.
“Hmm,” said Gaara, picking up a scallop with his chopsticks and slowly sucking it into his mouth. It was an erotic sight, but it made Neji think of that disasterous dinner party they’d attended the last time they were in Konoha, and he couldn’t help but grin.
“Remember the—“
“Remember when--”
They looked at each other, knowing what they both were remembering, and started laughing.
“You know, Red, it’s another big dinner tonight—this time with Naruto, Lee, Tenten, and Gai too. You call me Screamer at dinner, you won’t be sitting down comfortably for the rest of the week,” Neji said, but Gaara knew it was a mock threat and ignored his comment.
Instead he asked, “So do you think Kiba and Shino will go off and have sex in the bathroom again?”
“I’ll bet if they do, Ino will try to sneak in to watch. Stay away from her, Red, she is even more aggressive.”
Then they settled down in bed as they had so often in Suna: eating, drinking, gossiping, laughing, and always keeping one point of contact—a knee on a thigh, a foot on a shin, or a piece of Neji’s hair against Gaara’s arm. Eventually the dishes ended up on the floor as the lovers once more lost themselves in each other. It was as if that month and half apart had never happened—and all Neji’s doubts were completely forgotten.
The two jounins that accompanied the Kazekage, Otokaze and Satetsu, joined Gaara and Neji soon after they were dressed. The presence of ANBU was felt, but the masked ninjas never showed themselves. The four moved to Konoha in silence. They were met at the gate by Tsunade and Temari. Gaara sent Otokaze and Satetsu to deal with the hotel rooms while the four quickly transported to Tsunade’s office to avoid all the socializing a slow walk through the town would inevitably bring. But with the big matches only two days away, Tsunade and Temari were soon distracted with interruptions asking about this and that. Neji and Gaara made excuses to head back to the hotel. When the hotel proprietor began to fuss over the Kazekage, insisting on escorting him personally to his suite, Neji slipped away to order some lunch to be brought to Gaara’s rooms—a lunch with plenty of scallops.
When he got to the door of Gaara’s suite, the proprietor was still bowing and talking. But when those aquamarine eyes met Neji’s white ones, the Kazekage interrupted saying, “I need to be alone with Hyuuga-san now.” His eyes never left Neji’s, and he began peeling off his weapons and coat. The intensity of his focus, the clear preditory desire radiating from Gaara, went right to Neji’s groin. He too forgot about the others in the room and began moving slowly, seductively, towards Gaara although he didn’t bother to start stripping.
“Strip now, Hyuuga, don’t make me wait,” ordered Gaara once the door had shut. He was already shirtless, his hands undoing his pants.
“I missed you too, Red,” said Neji, starting to undress. “So why is your ass all loose like you’ve been getting fucked everyday since I last saw you? You want to tell me about that?”
“Because I spent the last three nights stretching myself with a dildo up my ass, so we could fuck without waiting, with just spit and no lube.”
“You want me so bad, you can’t wait for me to stretch you, Red?”
“Yes,” was all Gaara said, sitting down on the bed. He spread his legs wide, leaned back, and pulled his legs up and out of the way with his arms. His erect cock jutting up amid that red, red pubic hair, and the pink pucker of his asshole beneath his balls was exposed, gapping and dripping a little from Neji’s fucking on the road.
Neji groaned and fell on Gaara, thrusting in hard and deep, forgetting about lube, forgetting about foreplay, just needing once more to be inside that tightness. Gaara had held Neji’s cum inside with a bit of sand and the shock of feeling that wetness inside, knowing it was his cum, made Neji moan and grip Gaara’s ass tighter. He leaned down to bite and mark Gaara, thrusting in, feeling savage and possessive.
“God, yes, Neji, please fuck me, yes, I want you harder, deeper—“
“You sound like a fucking needy slut. Do you just want a hard cock in you or do you want me?”
“You, you.”
“Say my name, dammit, say it.”
“Neji! Neji!”
“Louder, little bitch, louder.”
“NEJI! NEJI! NEJI!” Gaara screamed before he began to cum and his shriek became unintelligible.
Neji stopped to watch Gaara’s face, the shaking and heaving of his slender, pale body. He admired the pink flush that spread over that white skin. He leaned down to kiss his lover tenderly before pulling out and flipping him over on the bed and tugging Gaara’s ass up in the air. He brought his hand down with a harsh smack—and Gaara yelped and twitched. “Maybe you need a cockring put on you—I was going to drink that cum. I didn’t even touch your cock, and you came,” said Neji, slapping Gaara’s ass hard again.
But he could tell Gaara was excited, for he thrust his ass up to Neji’s hand and moaned with pleasure, not pain.
After making Gaara’s butt red, Neji slammed back into Gaara, using him roughly. But when he felt himself getting close, he reached under Gaara and found his cock was hard and dripping again. This time they came together.
Then, immediate needs satiated, it was time to rediscover, to explore, to caress, to love, to lick, to mark. To find the little changes—Neji’s hair was softer, glossier, thicker after a month away from Suna’s dry winds. He had a new scar on his left forearm, just an inch long. Gaara had grown a little taller, put on more muscle. Without sex, he’d begun to exercise at night, needing to punch and kick his frustration away or run out his energy under the stars, so he could finally go back to “our bed,” tired, ready to just watch the stars and snuggle with Nightwalker.
When lunch arrived, Neji remembered his gift for Gaara. It was a ruby stud, an earring. “I want to pierce you myself, Gaara, and I want everyone to see that piercing. They won’t know it, but you will, that I did that, that I pierced you, that you’re mine,” Neji whispered into his lover’s ear.
Gaara’s smile dazzled Neji, “Yes, pierce my ear—maybe tonight, pierce it while you're fucking me.”
“Hey, I don’t think that’s a good idea—I want to put the needle in correctly and be ready in case you bleed too much,” responded Neji as he poured them tea.
“Hmm,” said Gaara, picking up a scallop with his chopsticks and slowly sucking it into his mouth. It was an erotic sight, but it made Neji think of that disasterous dinner party they’d attended the last time they were in Konoha, and he couldn’t help but grin.
“Remember the—“
“Remember when--”
They looked at each other, knowing what they both were remembering, and started laughing.
“You know, Red, it’s another big dinner tonight—this time with Naruto, Lee, Tenten, and Gai too. You call me Screamer at dinner, you won’t be sitting down comfortably for the rest of the week,” Neji said, but Gaara knew it was a mock threat and ignored his comment.
Instead he asked, “So do you think Kiba and Shino will go off and have sex in the bathroom again?”
“I’ll bet if they do, Ino will try to sneak in to watch. Stay away from her, Red, she is even more aggressive.”
Then they settled down in bed as they had so often in Suna: eating, drinking, gossiping, laughing, and always keeping one point of contact—a knee on a thigh, a foot on a shin, or a piece of Neji’s hair against Gaara’s arm. Eventually the dishes ended up on the floor as the lovers once more lost themselves in each other. It was as if that month and half apart had never happened—and all Neji’s doubts were completely forgotten.