Strawberry

Chapter: eight-


It wasn’t money; she had enough of that on her own. It wasn’t status; she was heir to a multibillion-dollar cooperation. It wasn’t the loving and tender way he treated her, because Sabaku Garra would sooner gouge out his eyes than fawn over any woman. Neji had always wondered what made Hinata-sama crave Garra. And now with his legs draped over the red head’s shoulders laying flat on his back, he knew.

Neji’s initial growls of hollers of ‘What are you doing!’ ‘Stop this!’, ‘Get off of me’, ‘I told you, no!’ and the like began mutate into moans and whines of ,’More!’, ‘harder!’ , ‘GOD!’ and ‘Please! There again!’ Needless to say, Garra knew what he was doing.

When Neji shifted to they to get away the red head that had begun to finger and prod at his fuck hole Garra would grip his hips and pull him back so he could continue his ministrations. Three fingers brushed against Neji’s inner walls as he huffed and squirmed under Garra. The cold air of the apartment hit his damp skin turning his nipples into hard peaks and his nerves to oversensitive shockwaves that drove his lust to new levels. Garra’s fingers rubbed and touched as his tongue flecked over the parts that drove Neji wild.

Garra’s teeth latched onto a pale ear. His grip loosened and hot breath ghosted over the uke’s ear making him shiver and sob with want. Before Neji could register the motions he was pressed against the wall his legs draped over Garra’s shoulders impaled on the red head’s swollen cock. White-eyes turned to slits once the initial pain reached him.

“Take it out! NO! TAKE IT OUT! IT HURTS!”

Garra ignored the bite of the nails that dug into his thighs in favor of watching the brunette struggle to lift himself off of his dick. This… this beautiful thing before him… Was this truly Neji? Neji was handsome yes but he’d never seen the other boy like this. He was gorgeous like this... tears streamed from his eyes down his face as he shifted helplessly, his muscles rippled under pale marked skin as he writhed and sobbed, his lips were ridiculously pouty and pink as he tried to control their quivering and his hair, his hair was everywhere! The contrast of dark hair to that pale-pale skin was amazing it seemed he would drown into the chocolate velvet.

Garra pulled back and began his series of thrust. The power delivered by his hips made Neji scream with pain. But sooner than anticipated those screams turned to moans as the pain was dissolved by the sheer pleasure that was delivered by each thrust. That was when Neji learned that Garra’s Skill of aim and stamina surpassed all others. Garra would shift slightly and thrust into that spot that drove him mad. The brunette’s pants echoed through the entire apartment, as he begged and pleaded for his trip to nirvana.

“Do it harder! More…Please! Please, please let me come…. Garra… Uhn …more! I want to come, let me come! let me come! let me come!”

“Close your mouth or I swear I’ll pull out right now.” The red head growled as he slowed his pace deliberately just brushing over his partner’s prostate. “You understand me?” Garra’s only reply was a shaky nod and a group of sobs that had ripped from Neji’s mouth in that moment. “Good.”

The burning in Neji’s stomach built up but he bit his lip and he shuttered. He could not and would not come. Hinata-sama punished him if he came with out being allowed to. This was Garra and Garra didn’t know the rules he followed. Garra wouldn’t know to tell him when it was okay, he wouldn’t know that Neji could never really move well after anal penetration, Garra wouldn’t know what to do if he passed out from pleasure, Garra wouldn’t know how to reprimand him for coming with out permission
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Oh god-
This wasn’t right.
This wasn’t Hinata-sama

Just as the realization hit him Neji’s body shuttered and clenched his mind blanked out and he felt like he was drowning. The waves of pleasure raced from his core to his fingertips to his toes, he was aware of every inch of skin that lay stretched over his body and every muscle vein and atom beneath it. This, this feeling be believed only came for Hinata sama rushed through him as he came down from his high.

As his breathing eased into stability Neji realized that they had been fucking on the living room floor. Before he could shift off of Garra he glanced at the red head and noticed something that shouldn’t have been behind him. With wide eyes he registered the situation. “Hinata-sa…”

The woman who had been standing there for the last fifteen minutes just turned her head away and continued to her bedroom. The silence was deafening the clicking of the black stilettos reverberated through the entire apartment.

Neji tried to scramble up and off of Garra’s length but only fell on his face his bare ass in the air. Garra took the moment as an invitation and mounted the sobbing Hyuga. “Get off. Get off and get out!” Neji croaked between sobs in a hoarse.

Garra stood coleced his clothing and dressed before seeing himself out.

With out Hinata he had nothing. No family. No lover. No master. That was his reality. How stupid and selfish had he been? Neji curled up into a ball on the wet floor and sobbed for all he was worth.

End chapter-

Woo man! sorry this took so long. I had a little writers block, school and an addiction to yakitate japan. I love that show! thank you to all that reviewed you really make my day!