A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 42: The Commitment

Neji hardly had to focus to locate Gaara and Naruto—together their chakras were almost overpowering. They were relaxed, not making any effort to hide their power. They were a bit outside of town at the distant training ground Naruto used. It occurred to Neji he’d not eaten, and he stopped for breakfast, constantly reading the chakra signatures he could sense. He was so focused on his monitoring, he didn’t notice the reactions he was getting to his exposed curse seal, nor the speculative glances a number of women sent him.

He stopped at a bakery, getting some of Gaara’s favorite red bean buns to take him in case Naruto hadn’t fed him. As he moved towards the training grounds, he could sense Naruto, Gaara, and now Lee too moving his way. It reminded him of the last time, he gone to meet Gaara—was that really just yesterday morning? He started to run, suddenly feeling the need to see Gaara NOW. When he felt Gaara moving towards him faster, he couldn’t help but grin. On the curving path amid the trees, there was no visual warning—around a curve and then—thud, they were in each other’s arms.

“I’m so sorry, Gaara, so sorry,” Neji said as he held Gaara tightly against him. Gaara pulled his head back to look at Neji, running his hands over his braid and smiling.

“You look good with a braid, Nej,” said Gaara.

Neji leaned in and whispered in Gaara’s ear, sensing Naruto and Lee coming closer, “I hope I look good enough for you to fuck me. I want you in me again today. Ooommmph!” The last noise came out as Gaara slammed his back against a tree and thrust his tongue into his mouth and pushed his pelvis into Neji’s groin. Neji dropped the bag of bean buns, moaning as Gaara pushed against him, aroused.

“Oi, Oi, stop that, you two!” said Naruto. “You had all night to be doing that! Come on, Gaara, we’re going to go meet Sakura at the hospital. She can show you some of her new medical skills. She can revive a fish that just died!”

“It truly is amazing, Gaara-sama!” added Lee.

Gaara released Neji and backed up. “Hey, don’t step on the bean buns, Red!” cried Neji, leaning down to scoop up the bag. “Here, I got you some of your favorites as a peace offering.”

Gaara got that look he always got when Neji gave him a gift—that look of wonder, happiness, and love that just made Neji want to do anything to keep that look there. It made him feel that usual desire to kill anyone that would or had hurt Gaara and to just lock him away in a room where he could pamper the redhead and keep him all to himself.

Gaara, still staring at Neji, pulled out one of the buns and started eating it. He bit into the bun, closed his eyes, and let out a “Mmmmmm.” His eyes opened a bit, and his tongue dipped into the center of the bun in a way was frankly lewd.

“Gaara,” said Neji in a warning voice.

“Come on, Gaara!” urged Naruto. “You had ramen, what do you want with some buns?”

But Lee, who had a better angle to see at least half of Gaara’s face, said sputteringly, “Na-naruto, I, I think we’d better leave Gaara to finish his snack.”

“Oh, come on!” cried Naruto, moving off the path towards Gaara and Neji. But he’d only taken a few steps when he stopped surprised. “Neji? Neji? What—uh—why—uh?”

“What is it, Uzumaki?” asked Neji, his eyes never leaving Gaara’s mouth.

“Are you ok?” asked Naruto.

“No,” replied Neji, “I need Gaara to forgive me for being an ass.”

“What did you do?” asked Naruto. “What did he—what the hell are you doing to that bun, Gaara?”

“What I’m going to do to Neji’s asshole as soon as you two hurry up and leave,” said Gaara.

“That’s disgusting!” cried out Naruto.

“No it’s not, right Nej?” said Gaara, challenging him.

Neji struggled with himself a little, but with Naruto there, he had to be brave. Gaara returning to “eating” the bun, making it easier for Neji to say the truth, “It’s one of the best fucking things you’ll ever feel if your lover is willing to do it. I’ve been a bit of a selfish dick about it, but seriously, if you love someone, you want to do it, you want to do everything that makes them feel good, whatever they want. Aaahh!” The last sound came out as Gaara’s hand forced Neji’s head back against the tree trunk with an audible thunk. Then his lips descended, and Neji was lost in the feeling of kissing Gaara.

When the Sand nin finally raised his head, Neji was painfully hard in his tight jeans and feeling excited. He was going to be uke again, but this time he had asked for it. He was ready to take it in the ass, ready to prove to Gaara that he loved him. He would submit, he would let Gaara have anything, everything, willingly, lovingly. He didn’t have to be worried about what other people would think anymore; he just had to let himself be his true self, the one that desperately wanted to please Gaara and to be loved by him—and to rub it into Naruto’s and Lee’s faces that Gaara and Neji were together! Oh, god, they were kissing and frotting right in front of those two!

But Neji forgot the two of them when Gaara lifted up his head. God, he was so fucking gorgeous! That red, red hair and those huge gorgeous eyes! He felt Gaara gather an immense amount of chakra and, in awe, he watched as the Kazekage reshaped the landscape. The ground around the tree was suddenly soft sand and towering walls of sand arose around them. Neji laughed, saying, “It would have taken less chakra to transport us back to the hotel, show-off.”

“I want to do you against that tree,” growled Gaara. “Get those clothes off, little jounin.”

“Aren’t you gonna rim me first?” teased Neji, licking his lips as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. When the fabric cleared his eyes, Gaara was already naked. Gracefully Neji put his shirt on the sand, then slowly laid his weapons on it, loving how Gaara’s eyes seem to be eating up each move of his body.

“Let me help with the boots, Nej,” said Gaara holding his hands out for him to put one booted foot in. Leaning against the tree, Neji held out first one and then the other, letting Gaara pull them off slowly. He slid down his jeans and removed them. They were there, under the tree, under the beautiful blue sky, naked and alone.

Neji walked over and knelt before Gaara, rubbing his face against the bright red curls and hard white cock before he tilted up his head.

“Please, Red, please use me anyway you want. I love you, Gaara, and I am finally ready to admit that I love it when you fuck me, dominate me. You took my virginity and my heart too.”

Gaara’s cock jumped, giving him a soft twack on his cheek, but Neji was more fascinated by how that pink mouth fell open and let out a moan. “White Eyes, my White Eyes, oh Nej, Nej,” murmured Gaara, “get your face up here and kiss me with that magic mouth of yours.”

Neji’s response was to lick and kiss up that pale body until his lips reached Gaara’s. Yes, it was magic what they had. Their cocks rubbed against each other and their tongues twisted and tasted. But Neji’s head was pulled back much too soon by a firm hand on his braid.

“Nej, it’s not about dominating, it’s about love. I love you too. I respect you, and I want us to be partners in life.”

“Me, too, Gaara, me too,” said Neji.

“Good. I’m glad you understand that, White Eyes. Now when we fuck, however, I have to admit I’d like a little more submission from my hot little bitch. So get down on your hands and knees.”

Neji blinked, trying to process what Gaara just said, but he obediently knelt down and leaned forward onto his hands. Then he felt Gaara’s mouth just where he’d said he’d put it. Neji moaned and told Gaara how good it felt and how he would do anything for him. Here under the tree and blue sky, he felt free. He chose to do this. This was what he wanted—and oh, god, it felt so good!

He whimpered as Gaara switched to fingering him, stretching him. “Oh, oh, yes, oh, god yes, right there, Gaara, please, more, yes.”

“You want more, little bitch?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

“You’re still a little loose from last night,” said Gaara, pushing in another finger and hitting that one place yet again. “It won’t be long before I can push inside you.”

“I want your cock in my ass, Red. I want to feel you fuck me, come in me.”

“Fuck! I can’t wait when you talk like that,” groaned Gaara, pulling out the fingers and positioning his cock.

“Oh god, Red, you’re so big, you’re stretching me so wide, you’re—ohhhhhh, aaahhhh . . .”

Nothing else intelligible came out of Neji’s mouth as Gaara pushed in all the way. His uke thrashed about, not trying to push him out, just tightening and spasming around the cock buried in him. To Gaara, it felt similar to when Neji came around him, but not quite as tight. His White Eyes had never reacted to being penetrated like this before! His arms collapsed, and his face fell down to the sand. Gaara’s hands tightened on his hips, and he began to move back and forth at a steady pace, determined to make this last.

Eight minutes later, he could tell Neji was going to come if he kept this up. He pulled out, flipping the pliant Hyuuga over. He wanted to see his face as he came. Gaara didn’t intend to come himself, but Neji lost to desire, Neji shamelessly begging him to come in him and with him, Neji trying to hold back his orgasm—his expressions, his voice—it was too much—and Gaara lost it, triggering Neji’s own climax.


As they lay there on their backs, looking up at the sky, Neji said, “If Tsunade won’t appoint me liaison again, can you kidnap me and drag me away, Red? I don’t want to spend another month and a half without you.”

“How about I marry you instead?” said Gaara.

Neji felt time suddenly slow. He started to sit up, and he could hear his heart beating painfully and slowly in his chest, as slow as the town bell chiming out the number of hours. Was Gaara joking or was he serious? Neji moved his head, the air seeming thick, for it was taking too long, so long—and then, there, there was Gaara’s face, way down there, down at the end of a long tunnel. Not joking, not teasing, but vulnerable, waiting—and Neji seemed to slide down that tunnel and slide up to that face, his mouth, his mouth working hard to force out the word, “Yyyeeeessssss,” but it seemed so far down, and took so long to say that word. Then, then lips, nose, eyes, close—that taste, breathing in Gaara, breathing in his breath, kissing, the world spinning . . .


“Neji, Neji, Neji,” Gaara was saying. Neji’s eyes flew open—he was on his back with Gaara grinning down at him. “Let’s pick out some rings at the festival tomorrow, fiancé” said Gaara.

“Yea,” said Neji. Then he felt Gaara lift his hips and enter him once more.

“Mine,” said Gaara as he pushed in.

“Yours,” agreed Neji, still feeling sort of dizzy.

“Yours,” said Gaara thrusting in again and watching Neji’s face as he seemed to come alert at that word.

Then pushing up aggressively, Neji said roughly, “Mine.”

“Yours,” agreed Gaara, sliding out to thrust in again, adding, “Ours.”

This time, both having so recently climaxed, the loving lasted a long time. They rolled on the sand, trying various positions, kissing and caressing each other, claiming each bit of skin, asserting their rights to every body part. Afterwards, as they lay there once more looking up at the sky, Gaara asked, “Will you pierce me now, Nej? We can’t go buy rings until I talk to your uncle and Tsunade—it would be rude otherwise. But I want a hole you’ve made in my body; I want your gift inside it.”

“Yes, but you’ve got to pierce me, too, Red. Let’s go buy a set of matching earrings.”

“Yes, you’re a genius, Neji.”

“I try, Red, I try.”

It was a long time before they made it to the jeweler’s, however.