Puzzle Pieces

A/N Smut!!! Yay! When I first started writing this story, I hadn't planned on doing anything other than SasuNaru, but when this happened I just ran with it, because honestly, what is hotter than NejiGaara? Nothing!! And you need to review this because this is the first consensual sex scene I've ever written and I need to know what I did right and what I need to do differently.



Enjoy!!!











Chapter 4



“A little privacy, please?” The movie had ended and Neji had apparently been unaware that his show had been more interesting. He looked at the two girls. “And you two, off.”



He stood up and addressed his captivated audience. “All right, people, this is a sleepover, so I’m going to put my ipod into the speakers and turn out the lights. The downstairs has three guest bedrooms plus the couches out here, feel free to use any of them.” He glanced at Gaara. “There’s an open spot in my bed, if you want it.” Gaara stared at him evenly and nodded slowly. Ino and Sakura shivered simultaneously, the latter muttering,



“Ooh, what I wouldn’t give for a camera.” Neji glanced at her and smiled a small smile.



“And there’s no rush to leave in the morning, so if anyone is feeling experimental, just go ahead.” Which left Sakura with a predatory grin on her face. (A/N It's a friday night. I just realized I hadn't made that clear before so I thought I'd mention it.) Chouji walked to one of the bedrooms and turned to face the room.



“Who wants big sexy?” Ino and Sakura glanced at each other and shrugged, following him into the room. Naruto and Sasuke claimed one room, which left Shikamaru to shut the door in Lee’s face, muttering, “You’re all too troublesome.” No one noticed where Sai had gone.



Neji frowned slightly as he lead the way to his bedroom. He didn’t know quite what had prompted him to lean over and kiss the gothic red-head. The boy wasn’t really his type, I mean, dark and mysterious and utterly unimpressed by Neji’s standing, that wasn’t the type of person he usually wanted to associate himself with. But as soon as he had done it, he was glad that he had.



The boy was absolutely exquisite under the make-up and clothes. Ivory skin, soft hair, supple toned muscles over thin bone structure, and those lips, soft and warm. Gaara had seemed surprised at first, too, but had soon enough been begging for more. It had almost made Neji forget about the girl in his lap, but as soon as he felt her come, he focused all his attention on the boy to his left. And now Gaara was following him up to his room. Neji was bi, but this felt different than the couple of trysts and threesomes with boys that he had participated in before. Something about Gaara intrigued him, and really turned him on. He reached his room and shut the door after the other boy had entered.



Gaara followed the Hyuuga uncertainly. Neji? Had he gone mad? He despised the dark-haired boy on principle; a year a head him, Neji was the sophomore equivalent of Sasuke. He was rich, beautiful, intelligent, and popular, and while beautiful and intelligent were certainly positive, Gaara tended to avoid rich, popular guys like lepers. In fact, if Neji had approached him in this way before tonight, he would have broken his jaw. So why had he not pulled away when the boy had turned from the girls on his lap and pressed their lips together? He would probably never know. But he had to admit, the guy was a very good kisser.



Neji held the door for the hesitant teen and closed it after he entered. Gaara glanced around the smaller but still elegant room, his eyes coming to rest on the room’s resident, who stared levelly at him. They continued their careful contemplation of each other, until with a small smile, Neji shifted away from the door and advanced slowly, coming to rest inches away from the other’s face. He let his eyes drift over the ivory skin, high cheekbones, vivid green eyes, finally landing on those oh so inviting lips. Slowly, reverently, he raised his hand to Gaara’s cheek and ran his thumb over his lips. Gaara opened his mouth and let out a long sigh. They locked eyes again, and slowly, ever so slowly, Neji closed the distance between them and gently placed his mouth on the other boy’s, caressing his cheek and trailing his fingers up the arm hanging limply at Gaara’s side, skipping quickly over the armlet and making lazy circles on the exposed shoulder.



Besides being more aroused by a simple, and rather chaste, kiss then he ever had before, Gaara was feeling trace amounts of fear. Fear for what, he could not say, but from the neck down, he seemed oddly frozen, adrenaline and the urge to run battling with what was going on from the neck up, which didn’t want to go anywhere. He was not a virgin, with girls or guys, so he knew it wasn’t that; but while his mouth continued to respond to the gentle embrace and his eyes closed dreamily, he could not manage to so much as raise his arm to accept the dainty lingering caresses on his shoulder.



Move, damnit, what the fuck is going on? But the truth was, he wanted Neji to move him. With a shock, he realized that the reason the other boy turned him so much was that he was afraid of him. And he liked it. He had certainly never run into this particular fetish in his previous relationships; truth was, he usually dominated the other, in the bedroom and out.



But his body was reacting to the fact that Neji was likely to be the dominant, and reacting strongly. Reaching this conclusion took the edge off of the fight or flight response, allowing Gaara to lift the hand being fondled to place it lightly on the other boy’s hip.



Relaxed by the red head’s final acquiescence, Neji slid his left hand farther back and balled his fist in the other’s hair and pressed his lips demandingly against the other teen’s, taking a step closer to close the distance between them as he did so. When the red head opened his mouth to allow him access, he smirked and thrust his tongue inside, running over the roof of his mouth and sparring with the other tongue, pushing slowly forward until Gaara’s back came up against the wall; and then continuing to push until their bodies were melded from knees to chest, and each could tell the other was very happy to be there. Neji slid one knee between Gaara’s legs, grinding into his hip. Gaara moaned and pushed back against the other boy, trailing his hands up and down Neji’s sides and fighting back against the dominance of the brunette’s tongue. Neji let a low growl escape his throat and began playing with the edge of the smaller teen’s already baggy pants. Gaara’s eyes fluttered, and Neji broke their embrace long enough to smirk and slide his hands under the tank top, sliding it up and over the spiky red hair.



He leaned back in, pausing to kiss Gaara lightly and leaving a trail of wet kisses down his jaw until he was vigorously sucking at the hollow above his collar bone. Gaara let his head fall back and gasped at the feeling of tongue and light teeth on his sensitive skin, wrapping his arms around the taller boy’s neck and thrusting slightly against his leg, just to let him know that making out was not the only thing on the agenda.



“Impatient?” Gaara growled and pulled himself harder into the darker haired boy. “Very well. Shall we?”



In answer, Gaara grabbed Neji’s lower lip with his teeth and pulled gently, running his tongue over it like hard candy. Neji didn’t fight it, but slid his hands downward until they cupped the other boy’s ass. Gaara took the hint and wrapped his legs around Neji’s waist, allowing himself to be carried to the large bed and gently laid on his back. After rescuing his bottom lip, Neji stood up and began taking off his clothes, divesting himself of his shirt with all haste, but lingering on the buttons of his jeans, long enough to make Gaara growl and wiggle in frustration. Neji grinned and finished stripping, crawling gracefully to his previous position between Gaara’s still spread legs. As they resumed playing tonsil-hockey, Gaara’s hands ghosted lower until he had Neji’s ass firmly gripped, then suddenly he pulled downward and thrust upward at the same time, bringing their erections together with almost painful force.



Almost.



Neji threw his head back and moaned, thrusting back so that Gaara was once again firmly against the bed. When Neji had regained control of himself, he looked deeply into the jade green eyes of the teen underneath him.



“Are you sure? I mean, we don’t even like each other.” Gaara grabbed a fistful of the long black hair and pulled him to within an inch of his face.



“Fuck me, dip shit, or I’ll fuck you.”



“Well, if you say so.”



Still within the grip of Gaara’s desperate fist, Neji reached down and began unbuckling the heavy black pants, taking enough time doing so that the grip on his hair tightened painfully. With Gaara’s help, and him finally releasing his hair, they managed to get the pants and boxers off, leaving the armlets and knee high combat boots. Leaning back in they kissed more gently, caressing up and down each other’s bodies with a tenderness that belied their short acquaintance and longer animosity.



Linking his legs behind the other’s back, Gaara began thrusting rhythmically upward, rubbing their erections together. Neji took the hint and sat up, reaching to his nightstand to grab a tube of lube and coating his erection and three fingers, asking permission once more with his eyes.



The look Gaara gave him was exquisite. There was no begging or pleading, no look of need or lust. Gaara was commanding him, flat ordering him to take him. For a moment he was tempted to delay, to show his own dominance over himself and the boy beneath him. But he didn’t. He slipped one finger inside and began to wiggle it around.



Gaara worked to keep eye contact with Neji, keep up that demanding glare, but the sensation was downright odd. Since he’d always been on top, he’d never been penetrated, and he was surprised by the different feelings generated by the intrusion. It hurt, but only a little, and it was only slightly more pleasurable. Mostly it just made him want to clench the ring of muscles and wriggle away from the unnatural invasion, but he mastered this urge and pushed back against the finger, using his arms to balance himself on the bed and shove his ass upward towards Neji’s midsection.



When the second, and finally third fingers were inserted, however, the pain became the predominant sensation. Neji noticed Gaara’s flagging erection and began stoking it, which helped the red-head relax enough for Neji to find his prostate.



And then things really got going.



Gaara impaled himself on the fingers, utterly overwhelmed by the feeling of being penetrated and jerked off at the same time. And then, when he was about to cum, the rough hand was replaced by an intense wet heat. All Neji had to do was swirl his tongue along the other boy’s length a couple of times and Gaara couldn’t take it anymore. He came violently, yelling himself hoarse and thrusting as hard as he could into the other’s mouth. Neji swallowed most of it and leaned forward to press his cum filled mouth against Gaara’s panting one. The red-head wasted no time in licking and sucking his own cum out of the other’s mouth, moaning as the last waves of orgasm left his mind in a golden haze.



Neji watched the black-lined eyelids flutter helplessly. When he deemed Gaara was coherent enough to respond, he pressed his own aching length into the waiting hole. Gaara stiffened, then relaxed and worked his pelvis in a circle to ease the entrance. Neji wasn’t huge, but three fingers didn’t really cut it. However, the aftereffects of Gaara’s mind-blowing orgasm included a tranquility that made the passage much easier.



When he was fully sheathed inside that delicious warmth, Neji leaned forward to give the gentlest of kisses, really no more than a brush of lips. Gaara surprised him by not deepening it at all, but accepting it and ghosting his hands over Neji’s flexed shoulders.



This abrupt change from the aggressive, demanding teen left Neji gasping in wonder.



“What are you doing to me?” he asked with quiet awe. Gaara looked questioningly at him. “I’ve never felt this, I don’t know, enraptured by anyone before. What’s happening?” The jade eyes looked thoughtful.



“I don’t really know how I feel yet, but the way you look at me… it’s intoxicating.” He leaned up and looked directly into the brunette’s eyes from an inch away. Neji held his gaze until, with a slight smirk, Gaara shifted his hips underneath him and he moaned, kissing the other boy with an urgency that belied their earlier gentleness. The red-head nipped and sucked at Neji’s lips as they began to thrust against each other, his erection quickly coming back to full force.



When Neji shifted his angle, however, it was all Gaara could do to keep from cumming right then and there. His pants rose in pitch as with each thrust, the other boy brushed that spot inside him, until Neji reached down and began jerking his aching length in time with his thrusts. He shouted his climax as his seed went all over his stomach and the hand that held him.



Watching Gaara cum and having his ass clench tightly around his cock brought Neji over the edge as well, and he came with three pounding thrusts. Utterly spent, he collapsed on top of the red-head, panting heavily.









They fell asleep spooning, the dark haired boy curled around the smaller goth possessively. But also, protectively.





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A/N God, that took forever to write! So you need to review, I especially want to know what you think about the very last paragraph.