A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 5: The Uke

Gaara had never been carried before when he wasn’t injured. It was completely stupid, and unnecessary of course, but he was still amused at the idea of using his sand shell for hidden defecation and masturbation, so he didn’t object. Maybe this was another thing that lovers did, like kissing. It wasn’t causing him any pain although it made him feel undignified and inferior to Neji. Ah, that was probably it. Neji seemed to like feeling superior. So was this being carried good or bad?

“Why are you carrying me?”

Neji started laughing, “Don’t tell me—you’ve never been carried anywhere before?”

“I was carried by my brother and sister after my fights with Sasuke and Naruto.”

“That doesn’t count, Gaara, you couldn’t move then,” said Neji as he set the Sand nin down in the bathroom and pushed him against the tiled wall. “The whole point of carrying your partner around is to spoil them, to make them feel special. You were supposed to be thinking, `Damn, Neji is strong and powerful.’”

“That’s stupid then because I already know your strength.”

“Yes, but knowing and experiencing aren’t the same thing. Now get undressed unless you want me to cut off your clothes.”

“I’ve never had my clothes cut off, is that another thing regular sex partners do?”

“Fuck, Gaara, who cares? I want to see you naked now,” said Neji reaching out and using chakra on the edge of his fingers to cut Gaara’s mesh shirt down each arm from his neck to his wrist. The mesh flopped down exposing Gaara’s shoulders and arms, but the shirt still bunched around Gaara’s torso. Neji’s hands ran up and down Gaara’s arms. “Unmarked, pure, perfect white skin, virgin skin,” said Neji, lowering his mouth to Gaara’s shoulder and biting him, then sucking like he had before on Gaara’s neck. But even as his mouth was marking Gaara, his hands reached between them to slice off the rest of the mesh shirt. Neji’s mouth moved down Gaara’s chest to his right nipple, a small pebble of pink flesh on that pale, hairless chest. Gaara braced himself for a bite, but instead Neji simply licked gently, caressing with soft little teasing touches of his tongue.

He moved to the other nipple and did the same thing. Gaara wanted more. He knew that tongue and mouth could give him stronger sensations. “Harder, White Eyes, suck me, bite me, I want more,” he ordered.

“Feel that want for a while, Red, just feel it,” said Neji kneeling down and pulling Gaara’s pants down to his ankles. Gaara’s pubic hair was bright red, drawing Neji’s eyes to his cock, still messy from his earlier orgasm. But the leaf nin didn’t touch, didn’t suck, didn’t bite; he just pulled at Gaara’s knee, lifting it pull one pant leg off Gaara’s foot, then the other. The dirty pants were tossed into the corner.

It seemed to Gaara that Neji was deliberately moving slowly as he ran some water on to a washcloth. When Neji slowly squeezed some of the water out of the cloth, Gaara bit his lips to stop himself from asking Neji to hurry. But a little “uhh-hmm” slipped out of his mouth--a needy, begging sound that made Gaara flush.

Neji carefully wiped himself off and slid off his pants and weapons. He then slipped off his shirt. He looked good nude, thought Gaara. None of the male prostitutes Gaara had ever used had been so muscular, so strong, yet at the same time had such a poetry to their movement, that economy and grace of perfect body control so characteristic of a superior ninja. Of course, none of them had been shinobis. Gaara’s cock twitched. Neji grabbed a second washcloth and once again wet it thoroughly and squeezed out the excess water. Gaara found his eyes couldn’t focus on Neji’s hands, however, for he was looking at the Hyuuga’s ass and legs and cock.

At last, Neji came over and began wiping down Gaara’s cock. He then moved lower and wiped Gaara’s balls. He put a hand on Gaara’s thighs, pushing gently to indicate Gaara should spread his legs a bit. Then he wiped around Gaara’s anus. The feel of the wet washcloth down there, made Gaara picture Neji’s mouth and talented tongue doing the same thing. `Damn, the proud Hyuuga won’t do that; he’s not going to go down on any of me. What the hell is so interesting about my neck and shoulder?’

Gaara’s frustration and irritation lessened, however, when Neji dropped the washcloth, saying, “Are you feeling that need, Red? Why don’t you moan to show me how much you want to be sucked, to be bit? I find your moans very inspirational.”

Gaara let out a little moan, and then Neji’s mouth closed on his nipple, sucking, rather than just giving him teasing licks. `Well, it’s not what I want him to suck, but it’s a start,’ thought Gaara. But after a while, Neji stopped, and this time Gaara’s moan was more instinctual, louder. In his mind he admitted, `This nipple sucking is ok; it’s better than no sucking at all.’ Neji teeth nipped at Gaara, and the sucking was stronger, more stimulating. Gaara moaned louder as his pleasure increased, and Neji’s other hand came up and pinched Gaara’s neglected nipple sharply. “Ahhh, ahhh,” cried out Gaara, now figuring out that more noise meant more stimulation, more Neji.

Then Neji’s hands were on his cock, in his pubic hair, on his balls, squeezing his ass. Gaara’s nipple under Neji’s tongue was aching, on fire, with a pleasurable pain, making it easy for Gaara to moan again. He felt Neji’s finger probing at his anus, circling it, pushing in just the tinest bit, then withdrawing.

Gaara used his sand to bring his tube of lube from the bedroom. He pulled Neji off of him and pushed him over to the toilet and into a sitting position on the closed lid. In the mirror behind the toilet Gaara could see that he now had two love bites and very, very red and aroused nipples. He squeezed out some lube into his hands and then began to smooth it onto Neji’s cock. “Put your hands on my hips, White Eyes,” ordered Gaara positioning himself above Neji.

Neji looked down at Gaara’s cock, his hair falling forward to cover his face. “No, look at me, Neji, look me in the eyes like a shinobi,” ordered Gaara. Neji’s head came up, his look defiant and fierce, and his hands firm on Gaara’s hips. “No lies, agreed?” said Gaara.

“No lies, no fake noises, no fake faces,” said Neji.

“Then this is a first for both of us. You ready?” Black-rimmed eyes of green and white eyes stared at each other, daring the other pair to move, blink, or close.

But with his white eyes looking directly into Gaara’s, Neji just pulled Gaara down onto his cock, arching his back and straining up. Even with the lube on Neji’s cock, it was a little slow, and the silence in the bathroom suddenly seemed very loud. Gaara clamped his ass muscles tight around Neji and released them, and then repeated that several times, carefully watching Neji’s face. Neji’s expression didn’t change, but his nostrils flared a little and his breathing was affected.

Then Gaara began to slide up and down on Neji, using his muscles to increase the sensations for him. Neji’s lips parted just a little bit, and Gaara smiled down at Neji and put his right hand on the side of Neji’s face. He used his thumb to stroke Neji’s lips. God, kissing those lips felt so good. Gaara wanted another kiss. He leaned down and licked at Neji’s lips and squeezed himself tight around Neji’s cock, rocking so it stroked him just where he liked. To Gaara’s surprise, the “uhhmm” just seemed to come from him at the same time as a wave of pleasure made him shiver on top of Neji.

The look of triumph and pleasure that flashed on Neji’s face made Gaara pull his head back, frown, and stop moving. But Neji just stood up and swung around Gaara, setting him down on the edge of sink, pulling his legs up around his waist, and driving into Gaara, taking charge of their sex. No one had ever picked up Gaara and changed positions in the middle of sex, and it startled him, making him release yet another “uhhhhh,” from his mouth.

Neji smiled and suddenly started driving into Gaara harder and faster. Gaara felt himself sliding into that state of total need, that state where his mind felt empty of worries, fears, regrets, empty of Shukaku, empty of everything but how good he felt and his need for the orgasm that was coming. He watched Neji’s face, which looked serious, focused, and determined—and frowning? Gaara felt the worries and fears come back heavily on him. Neji wasn’t liking this?

A frown formed on Gaara’s face as well, and he couldn’t help but feel pain: `So I’m no good at sex; I’ve been buying lies. No! No! No! How can this be? Why does it still feel so good, why is White Eyes frowning—‘ But Gaara’s thoughts just jumbled into wordless worry as Neji picked him up again and began walking, holding up Gaara, his cock still buried deep inside him. Neji moved back to the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed. He dropped Gaara down on the bed, his cock sliding almost all the way out. He then he pulled Gaara’s legs up and thrust forward, at last talking, “Ah, yeah, that’s better. Is that better for you? Oh, god, yeah.”

It was better. It was deeper, harder, and the words that Neji was saying seemed to lift a weight off Gaara. Neji’s mouth opened, and his eyes fluttered, blinking, and Gaara could tell the Leaf nin was getting close. The pleasure, then the worry and fear, followed by a return of pleasure made Gaara feel dizzy and out of control. But that good state, that needy state was back.

Soon, Gaara’s body was again telling him pleasure was coming, pleasure was so close, it was soon, just a little longer, a little longer, one more stroke, yes, then, almost, yes, no—there, now, yes, yes—what is Neji doing?—a kiss, that tongue—too much—tongue in mouth, body against cock, cock in ass, stretched, filled, invaded, possessed—every cell in his body tingling, everything pulsing, pleasure, pleasure, Neji everywhere, Neji’s hair, Neji’s smell, Neji’s taste, yes, yes, now, Neji’s cum, Neji filling him, Neji collapsing on him, Neji’s panting, Neji’s cries, Neji’s everything, Neji, no words, everything blending, vibrating, exploding—and then Gaara threw back his head and shouted, “Neji!”

Lying back on the bed, with Neji on top of him, Gaara began to curse inwardly. Having sex with Neji had taught the Kazekage that sex without much risk is hardly sex. Once you’ve slammed a fist into a body in the heat of battle, pummeling a punching bag is pretty boring. After Neji, paying a prostitute would be pathetic.

Damn--he was so fucked.