The Definition of Piety

A/N: A little bit of smutty content…Thank you to all my reviews. I’m sorry I don’t have time to address you specifically but I promise I will in the next chapter.

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Watching the Stars

He was still hard.

Even after running through the woods in a cold sweat and undeniable shame, there was still an ache in his pants that was pissing him off to no end.

It would have been much easier if his body would listen to what his mind was screaming, but of course, it seemed nothing ever really did come easy for him.

He groaned softly as he rubbed himself with the palm of his hand through his shorts, trying to relieve some of the tension that was growing there, but that only seemed to make matters worse, and he cursed angrily under his breath.

He wished that Naruto didn’t have this effect on him. He wished that he could look at his supposed best friend and see him as only a best friend, and not as some heavenly creature that he wanted to dirty by pounding him into the ground.

And God, did he want to fuck him.

But of course, he couldn’t admit that aloud. Hell, he was already having trouble admitting it to himself, even when his cock was painfully hard and his slim fingers were reaching for the zipper of his shorts.

He continued to berate himself even as he cast a glance towards the tent opening to make sure no one would come in and see the proof of just what exactly Naruto did to him.

He could already picture the type of scenario that would occur if Neji or Gaara decided to walk in. It would be pretty much the same as their regular interactions of wordless glaring and no blinking, only with Sasuke’s hand around his cock.

It really didn’t seem pleasant at all.

Once he was sure that they were not going to burst in, he wasted no time in diving his hand past his pants and underwear to wrap firmly around his pulsing heat. There was no point in taking it slow with teasing caresses, not when he was worried about being caught.

He pulled his arousal completely out of his pants, hissing slightly as the heated flesh was hit by the cold night air, before dropping gracefully on his knees and continuing.

Despite the need to rush, he couldn’t help slowly tracing the pad of his thumb around the bulbous head, smearing the liquid that had already begun to form there. He paused in his ministrations to press his blunt fingernail into the slit and he had to bite his bottom lip quite painfully to keep from crying out.

Now, Uchiha Sasuke was not one to pleasure himself often, but when he did feel the need, it didn’t take long for him to bring himself off. After all, he knew his body better than anyone, and it was only in moments like these that he could admit finally that there was only one other person that he wanted to know his body, perhaps even more than he knew it himself.

He used the other hand that was not currently at work to brace himself against the ground, and he felt his arm tremble slightly from the effort as he began to fist the erect flesh in earnest. He ran his fingers along the vein on the underside of his cock, alternating between pressing against it gently and then almost harshly. All during this he was aware of the tent entrance and possible intruders. He was also aware of the images that kept wanting to invade his mind, but being as stubborn as he was he refused to let them in, to fully give them a name.

His breathing became harsher as his pace increased, all sense of teasing completely gone as he firmly stroked. The precome was enough to make his harsh movements flow easier, effortlessly with the contrast of his calloused hand on his most velvety and sensitive flesh, but he wanted more. He stopped quickly in his ministrations to spit into the palm of his hand, before bringing it down to continue his work. He had enough control to keep his noises of pleasure to a minimum, as not alert the others, but the friction of his slick hand on his aching cock was maddening.

He felt his eyes slide closed for the first time and finally the images that he had worked to keep at bay came flooding in. Naruto, sliding his own tanned hand up and down his weeping flesh. Naruto’s pouty lips wrap deliciously tight around his cock, blue eyes connected with his, all sense of a glare gone but with the same amount of intensity. Naruto, on all fours, ass high in the air, legs spread, ordering harshly, then pleading softly for Sasuke and only Sasuke to fuck him, brand him, make him come and never forget who had done it. Naruto, arched up and screaming his name as Sasuke thrust relentlessly into him.

Naruto…holding him close, his fingers entwined with Sasuke’s own. Naruto, trailing light kisses across the bits of skin that were not so sexual, but just as intimate.

Naruto, telling Sasuke that he loved him.

And that was enough. Feeling his orgasm approaching, Sasuke used his free hand to reach for his knapsack, that was luckily located right beside him, and pulled out a piece of cloth, probably a shirt, in order to not just shoot onto the floor and leave evidence of this little act. With one last tug, him came harshly, his spine going tight and arched from the intensity of his completion, his head flung back and his mouth hung open in a soundless cry of white hot agony.

As he rode out his orgasm, only his hand and shirt being covered with the sticky white substance, he tried not to think about what had just happened. He tried not to think about who he had been thinking about, or the fact that he wanted the very person he was desperately trying to push away.

After he finished he wasted no time in whiping the slowly cooling liquid off of his hand with the already soiled bit of cloth, before tucking it safely into his bag and away from prying eyes. He stood on shaking legs as he tucked his now flaccid penis back into his shorts, and only when he slumped against his bedroll, did he pause to catch his breath.

He felt sated and angry all at once, and he was again stuck with the feelings that he so desperately wanted to destroy. He kept his eyes held tightly shut, as if that would bring him solace, and he felt shame in the fact that even his lustful visions proved that when it came to the blonde, it meant so much more than just wanting to fuck him.

“Naruto.” The name fell almost brokenly from his chapped lips as mental and physical exhaustion began to take over. That name and that boy would be the end of him.

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“What in the hell was that about?” Neji questioned, after watching a very disgruntled Uchiha close himself up in their temporary living space. Seeing Gaara shrug and realizing that the other boy had just as much of a clue as he did, he activated his kekkei genkai and peered into the tent that was currently occupied by one very pissed off Uchiha Sasuke. As he looked, he noticed Sasuke just standing there, his breathing coming out harshly from the way his shoulders heaved. At first it seemed like the Uchiha was content to just stand, but then Neji saw something that made him go stiff.

The Uchiha was rubbing himself through his pants.

Not believing his eyes, Neji watched as Sasuke gave a cautious look in Neji and Gaara’s direction before undoing the fly of his shorts and falling abruptly to his knees.

No way…

Neji felt his mouth go dry. This was very unexpected, especially from the Uchiha brat. He was having a rather hard time believing what he was seeing, but there it was right in front of his face.

Uchiha Sasuke was jerking off.

In a tent.

With Gaara and Neji just outside the door.

What in the hell was going on?

Finally, feeling a bit of humility wash over him, Neji deactivated his Byakugan and completely turned his face away from the tent all together.

Gaara immediately noticed the tensing of Neji’s body and the expression of shock that overwhelmed his pretty features.

“Is something wrong, Hyuuga?” He inquired softly, as not to alert the Uchiha.

Neji said nothing, but the blush that had already begun on his pale skin only deepened at the Kazekage’s question.

Gaara tried a different approach as he noticed that Neji was not going to answer. “Is the Uchiha alright?”

By this point Neji was completely red and Gaara continued to stare at him waiting for the answer. When he saw that Neji only averted his eyes even further from the tent that Sasuke was occupying, Gaara stood up abruptly.

“I’m going in there.”

“No!” Was the hissed plea, and in a second Neji was standing in front of the younger boy, blocking his way. “Don’t go in there.”

“What is going on then?” Gaara’s tone suggested that he either wanted an answer or he was going to find out for himself. Neji would have smirked at the redhead’s attempt to intimidate him, if he weren’t currently stuttering to find the right words to express exactly what he had seen.

“Uchiha, he’s…he’s…” Neji trailed off, hoping the other boy would catch on and drop it.

“He’s what?” Gaara’s eyes showed that he was genuinely confused.

Neji turned his face fully away from the young Kazekage as he lowered his voice even further. “He‘s pleasuring himself.”

Neji chanced a glance at Gaara’s face in order to see his reaction. His face was as impassive as ever, one would say that he wasn’t affected at all, if it weren’t for the fact that his eyes had widened considerably. “Oh…” Was all he said.

“Yeah…” Neji answered back, and they both made their way back to their previous sitting positions. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for quite awhile, both pondering what they had just witnessed.

It would have gone on like that for quite sometime if Gaara hadn’t decided to break the silence.

“Do you think he is thinking about Naruto?”

Neji’s head snapped towards the other boy, and he just stared silently, pondering what he wanted his answer to be, before speaking. “I…yes.” There was no doubt in Neji’s mind that a certain blonde was the only thing on Sasuke’s mind at the moment.

“I think so too.” Both were not entirely sure how they felt about that, and once again they fell into a deep silence. It wasn’t until Neji felt Gaara’s eyes on him that he turned once again to find the redheaded boy staring at him, patiently waiting for Neji to acknowledge him. “Do you think about Naruto when you do that.”

Neji felt his cheeks heat for a second time that night as he gave Gaara an incredulous look.

He knew the other was blunt. Hell, he was pretty damn straightforward himself…

But, fuck…

“Gaara…” Neji began, but he was cut off immediately by the other boy.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Gaara stated simply, and once again, Neji felt as if the other boy was challenging him.

His face set in determination. This was no longer about embarrassing questions. This was about not letting the Kazekage of Suna one-up him. It seemed the other boy already knew what buttons to push. He didn’t know if Gaara was good a reading people or if he was just good at reading Neji.

But that didn’t matter at the moment.

“I don’t do it often, but if I do, it’s always been him.” Neji’s answer was disinterested and precise, as if he was giving directions.

Gaara smirked.

“You’re interesting, Hyuuga.” Gaara said, a hint of amusement shining clearly in his teal eyes. “I think about him too…” It was added like an afterthought, and Neji, for some reason, was not surprised by Gaara’s nonchalant confession. What did surprise him was the image that accompanied the boy’s words. Gaara, head thrown back, red hair falling away from his tightly closed eyes and parted pink lips, and legs spread wide as he languidly fisted his pale cock.

Neji coughed slightly, and shook his head to clear the surprising images from his mind.

Where had that come from?

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Neji congratulated himself on keeping his voice steady. Gaara seemed to contemplate him for a few more seconds before falling gracefully to his back, in a lying position.

“Do you enjoy watching the stars?” Gaara asked quietly.

Neji just stared at the reclining boy, whose eyes were directed towards the sky. “Very much so.”

Gaara tuned his attention towards Neji, giving him a pointed look. “Then watch them with me.”

With only the slightest bit of hesitation, Neji made his way to beside Gaara and settled down on his back. They both lay in a serene silence, both content to just look.

Neji pointed his finger towards one familiar star. “That one reminds me of him.” He whispered, knowing the other had heard him.

“It shines the brightest, Hyuuga.” Gaara agreed, calmness beginning to smooth the creases on his forehead.

“Neji.” Neji corrected him suddenly.

“You want me to call you that?” Gaara turned his eyes towards him again and Neji did the same, there faces were only a short distance apart, and their eyes locked.

“It only seems fair, Gaara.” Neji said the last part almost teasingly, trying to cover up the fact that he suddenly felt shy.

“If that is what you want…Neji.” Neji shivered slightly at the sound of his name coming from those lips, and he felt a smile tug at his own.

“That is what I want.”

Gaara was just about to open his mouth, when he was cut off by a very loud blond.

“What are you two doing?” Both Neji and Gaara sat up suddenly turning their gaze towards Naruto, who stood before them with a huge grin and wet hair.

“Looking at the stars, Naruto.” Neji was the first to answer.

“That’s boring!” The blond boy snorted in a dismissive manner before resolutely turning on heel and darting into the tent. Neji was just about to stop him, but paused when he heard no cries of surprise.

He activated his Byakugan once again to peer into the tent that was now inhabited by both the Uchiha and Naruto. He saw the blonde standing over the now obviously sleeping Uchiha. He noticed the way that Naruto’s cheery goofiness dropped as he just stared down at the sleeping boy. Neji watched further as Naruto knelt beside Sasuke, and rose a single hand to brush a stray strand of hair away from the Uchiha’s face. Sasuke stirred slightly, and Naruto backed away immediately, plopping down on his own bedroll beside the Uchiha, his head turned towards Sasuke, as he watched him sleep.

Neji deactivated his kekkei genkai, feeling as if he was prying in on something very personal. He felt his heart clench.

“It’s sad.” He said softly.

Gaara didn’t even have to know what was exactly going on in the tent. “Yes, it is.”

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All four of them were now settled inside the tent, all of them sleeping except for Gaara, who sat in a meditative position, eyes closed in relaxation.

It was calm as Gaara listened to their even breathing, his eyes trailing over his three sleeping companions and lingering slightly longer than necessary on Neji.

And then he heard a soft groan.

His eyes strayed from the sleeping brunet in order to focus on the location of the groan. It came from the sleeping blonde.

Another groan then, and breathing more erratic than usual, and Gaara knew that Naruto was having a nightmare. The blonde’s face was scrunched into one of almost pain as he began to thrash, sweat glistening on his paling skin.

Gaara wasn’t sure how to approach this. He had never dealt with this situation before. He was still contemplating a course of action when he noticed the Uchiha rise up slightly to stare at the distraught boy beside him. With only a moment of blank staring, seemingly not even registering Gaara’s presence, Sasuke draped an arm around Naruto’s stomach and pulled the trembling boy against his chest. He settled back into a lying position and held the boy gently to him as the soft cries turned into small whimpers before disappearing altogether. Sasuke’s eyes closed once more as he fell back into sleep, still clutching Naruto to his chest, nose buried in blonde hair.

Gaara witnessed it all, and continued to stare in a sort of trance, before he felt a cool hand close over his own. His eyes darted to the source of the hand, to be met with Neji’s pale lilac eyes. Neji had seen it all as well.

They just stared at each other for a moment, eyes never breaking their contact, as they reached a silent understanding. They were winning this little battle with fate, and yet in the promise of victory they had begun to truly lose. The hand squeezed his slightly, before releasing completely. Neji turned over, facing away from Gaara.

Gaara continued to stare at Neji's back, long after the other boy had already fallen asleep.

If he had to lose, he was glad he had someone to fall to the bottom with.

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A/N: Honestly, I’ve never written a sex scene or any acts that pertain to sex in vivid detail. Did I do alright? I’m a little nervous.

also, quick and random question of curiosity. When I add a new chapter, how come it never makes it to the top of the male/male section like other stories...just wondering if anyone knew...