A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 7: The Sex

Neji leaned back against the door with a satisfied smile on his face. “I believe you said something about doggie-style, Gaara?”

“I thought I heard something about Mr. Seme being restrained by bonds of sand and fucked until he screamed.”

“Mr. Seme? Who’s that? It’s just little ol’ me here with my fucking beautiful face,” said Neji, tossing his head so his hair swung around him as he walked towards Gaara with a seductive slink.

And he was so beautiful, so confident, that Gaara was still expecting him to burst into laughter and tell him this was some kind of joke. But he had learned never to show weakness, never to show doubt, “Yeah, I see your pretty face, Neji, but I’m not sure it’s worthy of someone who looks like love incarnate.”

“Not worthy? Hmmm, what could I do to prove my worthiness?”

“Suck my cock,” said Gaara immediately. Ever since that tongue of Neji’s had twisted about in his mouth, the redhead had wanted to feel it down there, to slide his hard length into Neji’s mouth. He’d like to feel Neji’s mouth on other places, but he knew that was a service you had to pay quite a bit more for in the world of prostitution, and so most likely, it would take a lot to coax a lover into doing that.

“Hmmm, well, Gaara-sensei, I’ll try, but I’ve never done that before,” said Neji, hiding his face in his hair, half pretending to be a shy little student and half admitting he was a virgin at this too.

Gaara grinned, “Ah, Neji-kun, don’t worry—someone recently told me that a lot of people turn out to be naturals; they just seem to get things right at the start. I’m sure a genius like you will be able to do an adequate job.”

Neji knelt down in front of Gaara and pulled off the towel. His hands reached out and slid up and down Gaara’s red pubic hair. The he looked up into Gaara’s face, “Do you have any motivational words for your student, Sensei?”

“Suck me off, and I’ll bend over and be your bitch.”

The smile Neji gave him at those words was positively wicked, but he simply said in demur voice, “Yes, Sensei,” and took Gaara into his mouth. It took about fifteen seconds for Gaara to figure out that Neji wasn’t really quite sure what he was doing, but that it didn’t matter. Because although the redhead's brain was telling him that was not the way good oral sex works, his body was telling him this was the greatest blow job he’d ever had.

Hyuuga Neji, the genius, the jounin, the master of the gentle fist style of fighting, was kneeling before him, sucking him, caressing his balls, squeezing the base of his cock since he hadn’t figured out how to take it into his throat. It didn’t matter—that tongue was moving, flicking, twisting, and that mouth that had broken the blood vessels on Gaara’s throat and shoulder was now using that same strength to suck hard on the top portion of the Sand nin's penis. That beautiful thick dark hair was right there by his hands, and Gaara’s hands stroked it, playing with it.

Neji’s mouth released the tip of Gaara’s dick, and that dark head of hair under his hands rolled around, so white eyes and green could meet. The Hyuuga should have looked submissive, should have looked like he was a mere pupil in the art of love, kneeling at the feet of one who had tried it all and was a master. But this was the jounin that had deliberately spilled some shochu, just to show off that incredible tongue of his. Neji’s hand came up to his mouth with two of his long white fingers spread wide in a v. He rested the tips of the two fingers at the corners of his lips. Then his eyes slowly closed, and he softly moved the two fingers together tracing his upper lip. When the fingers met at in the center, he slid them down, catching his lower lip and rolling it out, so Gaara could just glimpse the inside of that mouth. Neji’s two fingers caressed his lips a few more times, and the redhead found himself holding his breath. Then Neji slid the fingers into his mouth with a moaning, “uummmm.”

At the sound of that moan and the sight of those fingers where his cock had been--and damn well better be again soon--Gaara let out the breath he’d been holding with an “oohhh.” Neji’s face had that look of intense pleasure, and he was making those sounds that Gaara had wanted to hear, sounds like the taste of his fingers was bringing him something he’d wanted for a long, long time. Somehow, now that Neji was making noises, Gaara found himself also spilling tiny little sounds of need and want from his own throat.

Then those white eyes snapped open at stared up at the redhead's face. A devilish look flashed over the Hyuuga's face as he slowly pulled his fingers out his mouth and leaned forward and sucked in the standing teen's erection. The hand with those wet fingers slid around and began to push into Gaara's asshole.

As the Sand nin felt his anus penetrated, Neji’s mouth angled and opened wide, taking Gaara deep into the back of his throat. Gaara cried out, “Neji,” stunned at the feeling of his ass full of those long fingers and his cock sheathed completely in the wonderful wetness of the kneeling Hyuuga's mouth. The Kazekage rocked and twitched, but Neji held him trapped, and the fingers split and scissored, making Gaara more aware that he was being penetrated by a powerful nin that had no intention of being submissive. Then Neji’s fingers began to slide in and out in unison with his mouth, and the redhead found himself rolling his own head back and moaning loudly, wantonly, at how good it felt. Each thrust of those fingers made Gaara quiver thinking of how Neji would soon be thrusting his cock there, filling him like he had last night.

Neji’s head slid off Gaara’s cock, and the needy cry of loss just came up from Gaara’s throat.

“If you get that lube, I can slide another finger up you. You seem to like my fingers in your ass, Sensei." And those two fingers suddenly pushed hard at that spot in Gaara that made him spasm in pleasure.

“The bed, it’s on the bed,” said Gaara.

Neji’s other hand slid up and down Gaara’s length while his fingers still slid in and out. In a low, sexy voice, he teased, “So you planned on having me lube you up in that bed and slide my fingers and my cock inside of you, didn’t you, Sensei? That was your lesson plan for today? Or is it just what you want, what you need, my naughty Sensei?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me, White Eyes. Fuck me now!”

Neji hands withdrew from Gaara, making him moan at the loss of their touch. But before he could complain, his would-be student was carrying him to the bed, laying him on his back, and spreading his legs. Kneeling between the redhead's legs, he covered his one hand with lube, and then his mouth descended on the Kazekage's cock and his fingers plunged into his needy ass. Gaara bucked up at sudden sharp penetration, but there was nowhere to rise up to but into Neji’s mouth, and Neji’s teeth closed in just a little on Gaara, making him instinctively try to pull down and away from them. But that only buried the fingers deeper inside of him, pushing them into that spot that made Gaara spasm. Neji’s teeth scraped him again, and a fourth finger forced itself into Gaara, the pleasure now having an edge of pain that sent the Sand nin's body into a panic.

His sand hissed out of the gourd and swirled in circles as the redhead thrashed about, squeezing and pushing with his muscles against those pentrating fingers, crying out. But all Gaara succeeded in doing was tightening his ass around those long fingers and increasing the sensation of being spread apart, helpless, held down by a mouth that was now more savage, sucking so hard it was simultaneously a little painful and pleasurable. But the sand only spun in the air rather than interfering because even as the sand master was experiencing that rarest of sensations for him, pain, he was in ecstasy at the passion the cool, calm genius of the Hyuuga clan was showing. Gaara’s head was rolling back and forth on the pillow, his mouth open and whimpering.

As he rode that edge between pleasure and pain, Gaara gained more control, sending his sand back into the gourd. His legs alternated between pushing at Neji’s body and trying to pull him closer. The redhead's hands tugged at the long black locks, but Gaara's obvious pleasure and moans only drove the Hyuuga to ignore the weak efforts of the Kazekage to stop him. There was no more hiss of sand, no real show of strength, and the jounin knew with completely certainty that a Hokage-level shinobi was capable of stopping his mouth and fingers. Yes, Red's pushes and thrashing were instinctual, a way of forcing Neji to grip just that little bit harder, to thrust that little bit deeper, if he wanted to keep his grip on that red and white panting, squirming, moaning body he was making love to.

Gaara had been getting fucked regularly for a year, so his ass was used to being spread and penetrated. But when Neji's thumb joined his other fingers, and the Hyuuga's entire hand began forcing itself inside him, Gaara screamed and came.
His orgasm took over his body which was spasming and climaxing around the fist that Neji was trying to force into Gaara.

But the flood of sperm was too much for the recently virgin teen to swallow, and his head jerked back, and Gaara's ejaculating cock popped out of his mouth. The Sand nin’s cum sprayed onto Neji’s nose, cheeks, eyes, and hair as Gaara writhed in climax. The Hyuuga's hand pulled out of Gaara's ass, and even as the redhead was shooting out his load, Neji was sliding up his body. The sand master watched as his cum dribbled out of Neji's lips as his cock sprayed more on Neji’s chin, then his neck, and next his chest where it hit that little patch of dark hair there. Gaara felt that perfect, sexy stomach above him for a second before Neji’s hard cock aligned against his spasming one. Overwhelmed Gaara threw his head back hard into the bed, his dark-rimmed eyes shut, and his throat cried out his pleasure as loudly as if he was one of the prostitutes he had paid.

Then the young genius was claiming his lips, and the taste of Gaara’s own cum filled his mouth. That tongue of Neji’s was probing him, and the Kazekage just lay back, spent, moaning softly. After a while Neji’s kiss stopped, and the redhead felt himself turned over on his stomach. Neji pulled up his hips and slid a pillow under him, raising his ass up. Gaara just let his limbs and body, heavy, sleepy, be moved and positioned. He heard Neji opening the tube of lube, then closing it and tossing it aside. There was movement that he could feel in the little shifts of the mattress beneath him. The Sand nin expected to feel a cock slide into him, but instead Neji’s mouth descending on his ass check, biting and sucking.

Oh, god, he was going to give Gaara another love bite, right on his ass! It was as if he was marking that ass so anyone who saw it would know that it had been claimed, penetrated, fucked, filled, and owned! The sand master lay with his face against the sheets as teeth and mouth made that spot of his ass ache and hurt. But he held back his sand, moaning, wanting more, wanting that hand back in his ass, or better yet, Neji thrusting into him. But the fingers sliding around back there, were just teasing him, barely entering him, just one finger tip to the first knuckle and out. After having four fingers in him, it wasn’t enough. The redhead whimpered and lifted his ass up, trying to force those teasing fingers in deeper. The teeth bit down sharply, painfully, but Gaara's sand didn't come flying out because he wanted nothing between him and the Hyuuga. All he could think of was how he needed Neji inside him. “Neji, Neji, now,” cried out Gaara.

Then Neji was slamming down into him, and Gaara screamed out with pleasure at getting what he wanted. He finally had a cock hitting him in that spot that caused his body to spasm, the spot that made his muscles tighten and release all on their own. That big dick of Neji's was in him so deep, hitting him so hard, that Gaara decided this was better than being fucked face up. The Leaf nin's cock moved in some rhythmic pattern that the redhead couldn’t identify because he was too busy feeling, too busy just breathing, just taking Neji’s thrusts. A hand of the jounin slid around and found the hard pebble that was Gaara’s nipple. The fingers pinched and twisted, and Sand nin screamed at the sensations flooding him and pulled up his body only to have the Hyuuga’s big thick dick push him back down and pin him to the bed, penetrated.

Then Neji was pulling Gaara up up on his hands and knees. “Come on, Red, isn’t this what you wanted? To be on your hands and knees like a bitch in heat before me?” The new position let Neji thrust into Gaara just as deeply, but now those hands of the young genius were on his soft sex, stimulating, teasing, bringing him to hardness again. But even as the Sand nin was enjoying the feeling of his growing erection beneath those hands, the Hyuuga's hands were moving, pinching and twisting his nipples, running up his thighs, and gripping his hips tight enough to bruise.

“Talk to me, Red, tell me you like this! Tell me you want this, Red! Come on, make those sexy pinks lips of yours form words not moans.”

But Gaara couldn’t form the words, he couldn't admit it--to say the words would mean he would have to admit to himself that right now he wanted to do nothing but please the Hyuuga, to let him take him however he wanted, to use him as his bitch, his toy. He needed to hear Neji come in him, needed to feel Neji hard for him, for Gaara, the one that children ran from, the one that no one wanted, no one loved.

Neji’s hand smacked down hard on Gaara’s ass, his first ever slap, and if Gaara hadn’t been focusing so hard on pleasing Neji, his sand might have rushed up to block the blow. “Give me the words, Gaara, give them to me like you're giving me your ass,” insisted Neji, his voice thick with passion, his voice sounding as needy as Gaara felt.

“I love it, I love it,” cried out Gaara, “I want it, I need it!”

“Gaara,” cried out Neji in return, thrusting in now at a fast pace that Gaara knew meant he was on the very edge, close to climax, “Gaara, Gaara!”

“Come in me, Neji, come in me, fill me now,” ordered the uke, pushing up, needing, wanting, and he felt the jounin release, crying out his name, spilling into him, claiming him, filling him with sperm, satisfaction, and sensation—filling him with the feeling of love. Gaara cried out and moaned, writhing beneath his lover, understanding now that he would do anything, anything to feel Neji come in him and cry out his name again. He didn’t know if Neji loved him, but when he heard his name called out in passion, torn from the lips of that smug, superior shinobi, it filled Gaara’s starved and craving heart. This feeling of being needed, desired, worshipped, he’d never felt anything close to it, even in those days before the death of his uncle, before he’d given up on love, and carved into his forehead the name of the thing he wanted so badly he had wanted to die without it.

Now he would die to keep it. He would die for Neji, do anything for Neji.

This was love.

Gaara was in love.