Understanding

UNDERSTANDING, Persepolis130

Summary: When Neji doesn't understand, Sasuke decides actions speak louder than words. SasuNeji lemon

Notes: Naruto and its characters don't belong to me. This is an NC-17 rated yaoi (my first time, tee-hee!), so watch yourself if you don't dig it...

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Neji's breath pulled sharply through his clenched teeth as the back of his head hit the ground with a thump.

His left hand pinned beneath him and his right held firmly above his head, he felt Sasuke's palm press his cheek to the dirt, the Uchiha's knee digging sharply into his abdomen.

"How dare you!" Sasuke spat.

Neji gritted his teeth, resisting the natural urge to struggle. He couldn't stop now.

"What did you think I was going to say?" Sasuke demanded, looming over Neji as he gave his pinned arm a swift jerk.

Neji gasped in pain-laced pleasure at the twisting of his shoulder as he felt Sasuke's heated breath against his ear. "Did you think I'd say I liked you?" his frigid voice asked.

Sharp teeth against his earlobe brought a yelp from the Hyuuga, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"You are nothing," Sasuke growled, Neji's eyes shooting back open as he felt the other boy's inhumanly warm tongue slide wetly into his ear. Neji groaned, shifting jerkily in a futile attempt to force himself up against the other boy.

"I could never want you," Sasuke said flatly, his breath blistering against Neji's neck.

Neji felt Sasuke's hand lift from his cheek, and he turned his head toward the boy, gasping at the sudden shocking closeness of Sasuke's face. The Uchiha's hard eyes, glinting in the dimming light, betrayed no emotion as they lowered.

"Your ignorance disgusts me," Sasuke told him, bringing his mouth to Neji's.

Hotter and softer than he'd imagined they'd be, Sasuke's lips moved against his, and Neji felt his eyes roll back. Head swimming, he strained to bring himself nearer, gasping from the ardent heat coursing through his veins.

Pushing his open mouth forward in shameless invitation, he felt Sasuke's tongue press forcefully inside, and Neji's hips jerked as his mouth was carelessly assaulted, the knee still jabbing painfully into his stomach only making him want it more.

"Sasuke..." Neji moaned around the boy's tongue, desperation to touch the Uchiha rising like a fire within him.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Sasuke pulled agonizingly away, hand propelling Neji's face back toward the ground.

"Shut up!" Sasuke retorted. "Did you think I wanted this? THIS?!"

Neji struggled, his legs and arms spasming, only to find himself still firmly secured to the ground. "Let go of me!" Neji's heart raced at the sudden, unintentionally desperate tone of his own voice.

"I'm not like that," stated Sasuke, hands finally releasing their burning grasp only to materialize suddenly at the closure of Neji's shirt, yanking forcefully.

Neji gasped as he felt the fabric give, evening air against the naked skin of his chest feeling as cold as Sasuke's voice.

"This doesn't turn me on," Sasuke said in a low tone, fingers searing down Neji's exposed flesh as the boy moved lower to tongue maddeningly at his nipple.

Neji jolted at the burning it caused in him, burying his freed right hand in Sasuke's hair. The silky strands slid delightfully through his fingers, so much softer than Neji's own.

"I could stop right now," Sasuke murmured, teeth grinding against the nub in his mouth as the shuddering Neji urged him closer.

Moving to free his aching left arm from beneath him, Neji froze as he felt Sasuke's knee lift, sliding firmly downward over the agonizing swell between Neji's legs.

"This means nothing," Neji heard behind his own choked shout.

"Your body will never excite me," Sasuke told him softly, dragging his tongue down Neji's stomach and dipping with delicious, hot slickness into his navel.

The rough fabric of his pants chafed the enflamed skin beneath, and Neji finally wrenched his arm free to dig his fingers brutally into the hard muscles of Sasuke's back, drawing him closer.

"I'm not even hard," Sasuke whispered, strong hands spreading Neji's knees as he slid down and knelt between them.

"Do it," Neji heard himself moan, loving how wanton it sounded. Oh fuck, do it now!

Sucking provocatively at the pale flesh just above Neji's waistband, Sasuke breathed, "Do it yourself."

Desperate, Neji did, freeing his hand from Sasuke's hair and catching his pants button between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it open with shaking, frantic fingers.

"I don't need this," Sasuke whispered unsteadily as he pushed Neji's fingers forcefully away. The sound of his zipper lowering made Neji thrash, his hands gripping Sasuke's neck, feverishly pulling the other boy toward the aperture.

"You're wrong... if that's what you think," Sasuke swallowed audibly, the feel of his heavy breathing against aching, heated flesh almost unbearable to the Hyuuga.

"You don't..." Sasuke panted, tongue sliding a trail of fire across Neji's flesh, white fingers digging sharply into his hips. "You don't know... ha... anything..."

"I'm not--" Sasuke gasped, Neji's hands guiding him blindly down. "Mmm..."

Neji suddenly felt himself enveloped in the white-hot, blistering heat of Sasuke's mouth, and he arched to the feeling, his heart thudding loudly and frantically in his ears.

Neji's hands tightened in Sasuke's hair, dragging him down until he felt the boy's lips solidly encircle his base, swallowing throat working him blissfully. He cried out as Sasuke wrenched himself up, only to slide firmly back down once more, choking sounds sending lovely tingles down Neji's spine.

Trembling lips taking willing hold of the calloused fingers forcing their way into his mouth, Neji's suckling tongue caught the quickening rhythm of Sasuke's.

The slippery wet sounds of Sasuke's mouth mingled with his own urgent, finger-muffled panting, and Neji felt his hips jerk of their own accord. That twisting was grabbing hold of his insides now, coiling him tight, just how he needed it, and Neji knew what was coming, knew how he'd feel when it took him over.

Somewhere in the back of his awareness, Neji felt Sasuke jolt hard against him, but the significance slipped away as the frenzy swiftly overtook him. Sasuke's name on his lips and raven hair brushing his navel, Neji came, the world suddenly blacking as the long-awaited waves of ecstasy rolled over him, jerking him free of his life, his cage, himself.

As Neji collapsed, Sasuke's fingers slipped from his mouth, and lips from his length, leaving him to lie shuddering, spent and alone on the ground.

His senses slowly returning, Neji's ears distantly registered the persistent coughing beside him, and he managed to raise his head enough to see Sasuke bent over, spitting resolutely onto the grass.

Face a burning deep crimson color and bangs plastered to one cheek, the milky essence glittered brightly on Sasuke's lips. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the Uchiha looked blankly down at him, chin trembling, his dark eyes empty.

"I'm not gay," he said in a quiet, hallow tone.

"I know," whispered Neji sadly, breathing deeply and closing his eyes as he laid back, listening to the boy's footsteps recede.

"I know."