A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 4: The Hickey

“Neji,” breathed out Gaara in wonder, “Neji.” Then Neji’s hand was over the crotch of his pants, groping him through the wet fabric. Gaara's cock responded by spilling out more sperm, and the feel of Neji's hand made the sensation more powerful than before. If his sand wasn't supporting him, he'd have fallen to the ground, overwhelmed. “Neji,” cried out Gaara loudly, just at the same time as Neji cried out “Gaara.” They fell against each other clinging together, breathing heavily, now speechless, unable to talk about what they’d just done to each other. Gaara's sand slowly sunk down into soft piles at their feet, hissing and swirling around their legs sensuously.

Coming wasn’t supposed to happen just from kissing. Of course, Gaara had been doing more than kissing, but still—giving a hand job wasn’t the sort of thing that could bring the Kazekage to orgasm. But it had.

After their breathing slowed down to normal, Neji whispered into Gaara’s ear, “So did you like your first kiss?” As he waited for Gaara to reply, his hands began stroking Gaara’s back and arms over the mesh shirt the Kazekage wore.

“My kiss made you moan, too,” said Gaara defensively.

Neji just began to laugh again, and Gaara felt a rush of pleasure at the feeling. He loved it when Neji laughed, especially if they were close. Touching someone who was laughing was addictive, maybe even better than sex. Gaara then thought about sex with Neji and felt himself harden again.

“Gaara,” said Neji with awe, his hand reaching down and feeling Gaara’s hardness through his damp pants, “Already?”

Gaara grinned, licking his lips, “I liked my first kisses, White Eyes. I liked them a lot. And I think you owe me something now.”

“Now? My cock is covered in cum and sand and couldn’t get aroused right now if my life depended on it. You’re going to have to wait a bit, Red.”

“Do you like my red hair?” asked Gaara, wanting to know if Neji’s new name for him was a slur or an endearment.

“Do you like my white eyes?” countered Neji. Gaara thought about eyes. He didn’t really tend to think about things like that, if he liked how somebody looked. But Gaara pictured the other eyes he could remember from his life—his uncle’s, his father’s, his brother’s, his sister’s, Lee’s, Naruto’s. No, he’d rather look at Neji’s eyes. “I like your eyes better than anyone else’s,” he said at last in the charged silence between them. “No one has looked at me the way you do,” added Gaara. “No one has made me feel so good or get aroused again so soon. Naruto is right. You are a genius, White Eyes.”

Then that genius was kissing him again, a kiss different than his previous one. This one was rougher, harder, and Neji’s hand pulled at Gaara’s hair, bending back his head. Gaara felt his sand creeping up around them and concentrated on controlling it. Neji’s hands on his hair were rough, but not painful. His lips and tongue were aggressive, but not savage or cruel. Gaara realized his mouth might even be sore tomorrow if he spent the whole night getting kissed like this. He’d never been sore from sex in his life. But he’d never been kissed before. He plunged his hands into the Leaf nin’s soft, shiny dark hair, forcing Neji’s mouth down harder on his own, pulling Neji tighter against his body.

The pleasure of the kiss made Gaara’s chakra levels spike even higher, and he sent his sand into a whirl around them trying to lower them a little. Neji pulled his head up, looked at the sand, and activated his Byakugan. But he wasn’t looking to fight; his face had that unshadowed look, that look of lightness, of pleasure, of amusement, of desire—that look that Gaara was getting addicted to. The Byakugan only made Neji more desirable: it was the most prized blood inheritance limit known in the five countries, and here was the strongest of the young Hyuugas. Gaara liked the idea that Neji could see his chakra and every point from which his chakra flowed, his tenketsu.

Neji reached out and put a finger on a spot on Gaara’s neck. “You have a tenketsu right here, Red, did you know that?”

Gaara’s voice came up husky, thick, “No. Do you like my hair?”

“Yes, and I want to see if all of your hair is this color. It’s like the color of flame, and it makes your skin look impossibly perfect, the creamest, purest white. Your skin is so smooth, unmarked, like it’s never been touched before. God, I wonder what it would feel like to suck on your tenketsu. Have you ever had a hickey on this pale white neck of yours?”

“No.” Gaara opened his mouth to breathe better. Somehow it seemed harder to breathe with Neji looking at him with his Byakugan. Neji laughed again, and Gaara moaned, pushing his hard cock against Neji’s body, wanting, needing.

“For a guy that sleeps with whores, you haven’t done of a lot of things that most twelve-year olds have done. You’re different, Red,” said Neji. “I think I’ve been waiting for something different,” he added as his head went down to the chakra point on Gaara’s throat. His lips suddenly latched on to that piece of Gaara’s skin, sucking forcefully on it. `It hurts,’ thought Gaara in shock, and his sand tightened around them for a second. But he pushed it back immediately, for it was a good hurt, a good pain.

Neji stopped as if he sensed Gaara’s discomfort, but he kept his mouth just over where he had been sucking. “Shall I stop? I want to cover you with hickeys, but it might be a bit embarrassing for you. Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” said Gaara, “I want to try this; do it.” Neji’s mouth clamped down again on Gaara’s skin. It was weird, but Gaara suddenly felt as if Neji was not causing him pain, but sucking some already existing pain out of him. Getting his first hickey was making him feel so peaceful and whole. Then Neji stopped sucking, and his teeth bit down, making Gaara cry out, “Neji,” and filling him with feelings—feelings of some physical pain, but also of pleasure, happiness, desire. Neji went back to sucking on the tenketsu. As Gaara relaxed in Neji’s arms, his sand around them gradually fell to the floor, and Gaara’s hands tightened in Neji’s hair. The Kazekage rocked his body against Neji’s in sync with each pull on the skin of his throat.

The pain of Neji’s sucking was getting more sharp, and Gaara gasped as he felt Neji’s teeth again. Then Neji’s hands were tilting back Gaara’s head to stare at the mark he’d made on Gaara’s skin. “Yes, that’s going to be a nice dark hickey, a love bite. Everyone is going to know the Kazekage got his neck bit tonight by his lover. And they are going to wonder who gets to mark the most powerful man currently in Konoha. Are you going to tell people it was me?”

Gaara couldn’t answer. He hadn’t known hickeys were love bites. He had a love bite—he who loved no one. He was just starting to have a relationship with his family, with some friends. He didn’t have a lover; he had sex. But they’d kissed, and now he had a love bite. Neji had called himself Gaara’s lover. They were lovers. They were lovers? Did Neji love him?

“Hello?” said Neji, “Hey, Red, you there? Are you ok?” A note of worry, of concern, was in his voice.

“I’ll tell people you gave me the hickey if you give me your virginity like we agreed,” said Gaara.

“So you want me to give it to you, do you?”

“Yes,” said Gaara, “but first we need to wash the sand off you and apply some lube.”

“You got me all sandy, Red, you should wash me off. I think we should get naked and go take a shower. What do you think?”

“You should have undressed when I told you to.”

“Gaara-sama, you can’t expect the perfect obedience of a prostitute from a lover. But expect a lot of kisses, Red. You sure kiss like you’ve been doing it all your life,” said Neji moving his mouth to Gaara’s and giving him a very “serious” kiss. When he lifted his head, he said in a soft whisper, "I'd say you took to kissing just like you took to killing. Perfect the first time. Give me another kiss, Red, with that mouth that's not a virgin mouth anymore."

And this time he wasn't nervous, wasn't afraid. Neji, Neji who didn't lie, had said he was a natural kisser, perfect. He pressed his lips against Neji's, his tongue sliding out and pushing against the Leaf nin's, which parted. Oh, god, god! Kissing Neji was a bit like killing--it made him feel so intensely alive, so powerful, so good. When their lips finally drew apart, Gaara just stared into those beautiful white eyes.

The sound of the door slamming shocked Gaara, and both he and Neji turned their heads to confront the intruder. It was the Hokage. When Tsunade didn’t say anything for a moment, Gaara felt a flood of rage and annoyance. It wasn’t an emergency, or Tsunade would have said something immediately. Well, she would have to wait until a reasonable hour. Gaara was busy. As she opened her mouth, Gaara enclosed Neji and himself in a bubble of sand to indicate he wanted to be left alone.

In the dark cave formed by the sand, the two nins held each other close, waiting to learn what Tsunade would do. When she merely left and shut the door behind her, Neji’s lips found Gaara’s ear and softly said, “Pure genius, Red, pure genius. I didn’t want her to look too closely at my clothes, and I didn’t want her to stay. My god, this sand is awesome. This must be so useful on missions when you want to go to the bathroom in peace or to masturbate.”

For some reason that made Gaara laugh, and the sand shell collapsed around them. Neji started laughing too and picked up Gaara in his arms, carrying him to the bathroom. They had a shower to take.