Primal

Title: Primal

Summary: With something so primal you can't help but want it, own it. That's what Neji thought as he took in the nylon red, tight pants… to the slender but fitted torso. This is what BOTH want. Its the battle of dominance here people and you don't want to miss it. New title and summary; Neji/Gaara, One-shot. Beta'd.

Warning: Humor, sex, lemon, and of course male/male love! Run away if you do not like!

Author's note: Well, this thing has been re-done and renamed how many times? I lost count seriously but this is the last time. LOL. I promise you guys. The updates on my other stories are going to be a little delayed okay? So please wait patiently until I do. Everything is being re-edited once more. So I hope you enjoy!

Beta'd by Hina88

Love you girly!! Thank you so much for beta'ing for me! You have no idea how much I appreciate this! Give out your love to the famous Hina88! Without her, I would just die..GAH!! LOL.

Also, thank you guys for those who did review already. Love ya the most. ^^ Ttul!

This is dedicated to AnimeHead and Oraday,

Love guys you munchies!

Enjoy!

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"Oraday?" Nod.


"Animehead?" Another nod, this time from the opposite side of the couch the red head was sitting on. Both the red head and brunette were waiting in conference, waiting to be used by their respectable writers. Even if they weren’t their owners.


Neji's ghostly pale eyes met raccoon, green eyes and the taller of the two leaned back on the armrest, observing the plain, white walls. "How long will they keep us waiting?"


"Does it matter?"


"I suppose not." It was odd to see the normally cold boys even talking this much. But on the side not, as for appearances?


Neji was wearing a white t-shirt, his picture on the front, and black nylon sweats with his bottom labeled with Oraday's, 'Or.' Gaara on the other hand, was wearing a white t-shirt with his own picture on the front and red nylon sweats with Animehead’s label, 'AH.' All and all? The clothes were skin tight and looked sexy as hell on our boys. Neji mockingly flipped his hair aside like the prissy bitch he was, before reaching over for his drink on the coffee table.


"So what’s it like? Working under Animehead? A woman?"


Gaara raised an invisible eyebrow at him, bored, before reclining back into his seat.


"Simple, easy... Not much scenes in my parts but I get to be dominant, sadistic." He pauses with a snort. “And isn't Oraday a woman? You’re working under her."


"We don't know if she is."


"You’re an idiot...keep saying shit like that and you'll get less parts."


Neji smiled...well kind of smiled. It was one of those barely there, kind of smiles. "Really?"


"Yes."


"Interesting."


Gaara almost smirked, almost being the operative word before the red head leaned across the couch toward Neji.


Neji didn't take his eyes off of Gaara for a second as the red head came too close for his liking. The red head smiled a smile that looked like what you'd called innocent even as he traced the rim of the glass Neji still had in his grip with a lone finger.


He plucked the olive on a stick from Neji's glass and brought it to his lips, green eyes staring Neji down, almost making him melt on the spot as he waited with baited breath to see what Gaara will do.


A pink tongue flickered out, long, wet, teasing - sliding over the small food... He teased Neji with slow strokes, coating the objective food all around with his saliva before snagging it off the stick with his teeth and into his mouth. He chewed delicately before, with a grin, swallowing and flicking the tooth pick away.


He collapsed back on his side of the couch, stretching out his form before...


Green eyes stared Neji down.


"Believe it."


Pale eyes rolled, the other individual scoffing indifferently at that remark and his display even though it was total opposite to what he was really feeling.


Gaara held a silent snicker. "Don't tell me you’re in a huff Hyuuga? I thought pale white eyes like you never pouted?"


"I don't pout." Neji stated firmly, holding back the twitch of a frown that would be called a 'pout.'


"You really want to don't you Neji?" Gaara purred, looking all too pleased with himself as the other man tried to keep from fuming like a child. If he didn't enjoy getting under Neji’s skin so much, he would’ve taken the time to notice how cute Neji looked right now.


But alas... something’s can never be.


Gaara snapped out of it when he realized that Neji was talking to him. "Come again?"


Neji rolled his eyes, though a hint of a smile was trying very hard to make itself known across the pale boys face. "Didn't know you spaced out Gaara." He taunted, ignoring the others’ snort as he continued with a silent gesture of his hand. "I said what's it like being most people’s bitch?"


Gaara glared, "I play bondage, not someone's Uke."


"Aren't you?"


"No." Neji raise an eyebrow. "So letting Naruto fuck you doesn't count?"


"Not if I'm the one giving the demands." He said it quietly, but malice underlined that tone.


Gaara was no one's bitch and the Hyuuga better understand that or the pale eyed bastard would be breathing through a new air hole.


Dead silence filled the room... This was as mutilating thing both have ever done. Both had their tastes and wants and Neji at the moment, whether by weakness or not, wanted Gaara - even though he wasn't his Gaara from Gay Day or C. H., another story by Oraday.


Gaara's eyes narrowed when Neji started moving towards him, almost like crawling... but, he was still coming after him with those...


Gaara swallowed thickly...


Those eyes… Such whiteness to them but yet so deep and predatory. You could almost read them.


Gaara scooted away into the couch as much as he could while glaring at him. "What are you hmffffffff!"


Before he could finish his question or move away any further, his ankle was grabbed and he was pulled forward, collapsing back onto the couch from the sudden pull. Neji grabbed him by the forearms and shoved them down, while using his leg muscles to straddle and hold him down.


Both glared at each other angrily.


"You're still my uke."


"Get off."


Neji smirked. "I intend to."


He caught the red head’s lips before he could protest any further.


Gaara tore his mouth away, gasping for air while he buck Neji off.


Was he made of fucking steel?!


"S-stop!" He gritted out glaring at the top of Neji's head since the brunette was too busy leaving love bites to notice.


"Why?" He whispered, making Gaara shiver at the quality his voice took on. It sounded so guttural...so husky - dark and lustful.


Gaara bit his bottom lip and looked away, but a second later he was letting out a harsh groan when Neji bit a particular sensitive spot.


Neji smirked slightly against his skin, running an apologetic tongue against the abused flesh.


"Why?" He asked again, sitting up and straddling Gaara's thighs instead of his legs now.


Pale eyes took in the delicious sight of the attractive male beneath him... pale skin just like his, lean muscles contracting underneath his shirt. Further up he was greeted with a flushed face that closed off any signs of his reactions towards Neji’s ministrations.


If Neji didn't feel his desire he would actually THINK Gaara was immune to his touches. That doesn't seem to be the case here, Neji thought - smirking little more daringly as annoyed and slightly aroused green eyes, met his pale ones.


Neji slowly...slowly reached for the hem of his OWN shirt and SLOWLY, slowly started to pull his shirt off bit by bit, inch by inch, to reveal sculpted skin and bone to Gaara. The more flesh that was presented to the red head, the more the irritation left his gaze. Gaara could only half heartedly glare at Neji now, opening his mouth and before closing it quickly once Neji's upper torso was revealed....


Damnit...


Twin hands quickly grabbed fists full of Neji's hair and yanked, pulling the surprised taller male down to meet hungry lips. Tongue, teeth and lips brutally attacked one another, clashing hotly together in a pile of need and want. Neji made a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan, wetly sliding his tongue against Gaara's own.


The silent room was filled with gasps and soft groans by two normally stoic men. Pieces of clothing were thrown this way and that across the room as both males struggled to overpower the other.


"Neji.."…Gasp..


"Gaara.."…Pant..


Gaara kissed and marked Neji's throat, groaning as he wantonly arched into the other man when the other bit a particular sensitive spot on his throat. He chuckled weakly, voice raspy.


"If I didn't know better I'd think you were a vampire in disguise." Neji brushed soft kisses up his abused throat, moving towards his ear to breathe near it, his husky sigh making a shudder run down Gaara's spine as the sensation shot straight to his groin.

Neji chuckled. "You talk too much, Sabaku." Thene brushed another kiss under his earlobe.


"So sensitive too, no matter where I touch you...mmm..." Slender but strong fingers slid up Gaara's heaving chest. "I like that about you… very...very much..." He breathed, kissing down the red head’s jaw line as he did so, ignoring the other’s desperate tugs to his hair. "And as for being a vampire in disguise...? No...I don't think so Gaara Sabaku... I think I just can't get enough of your slender, vulnerable throat."


Gaara let out a soft growl and this time successfully shoved Neji off of him and onto his back.


Neji grunted and glared up at Gaara as the red head crawled on top of him and straddled his thighs but Gaara only smiled in that irritatingly smug way that annoyed the Hyuuga to no end. Gaara snorted as he braced himself forward and over Neji, shifting the length of his naked form over an equally naked Neji and lowering his mouth so that he breathed onto the others lips.


"Suck it up Hyuuga... I always top." He cocked his head and smiled a little more... and it was kind of a scary look for him to be smiling so much. "I always top..."He repeated breathlessly, running his fingers over the delicious flesh beneath his finger tips.


His green eyes darkened and Neji shivered.

"Always, whether I'm fucking you or you’re taking my jocks for a ride, I always top." He ran a lone finger down the midsection of his stomach, pleased to see Neji's pale flesh jump under his touch as he sat back on at Neji's thighs. Neji's panting grew in volume while he continued to try and glare at the smug idiot..


"Get on with it red."


Gaara almost smiled again-almost, as he leaned forward and lapped at Neji's nipple, making the brunette gasp but arch sharply with a groan in response when Gaara bit the tender rose a little too roughly.


Neji grabbed a fist full of red locks and tugged him off his chest so he could glare into Gaara's eyes as the red head licked his lips slowly, making a show of cleaning off any excess blood that had stained his lips.


Neji held in his reaction and didn't flinch as he continued to openly bleed from the wound he received for his troubles.


Their gazes stayed locked together as the red head shifted his body a little more upwards, lifting himself so he could reach between their bodies and grasp Neji's cock. White eyes grew darker as lust provoked his bloodline with every stroke Gaara gave to his member.


Gaara purred-just managing to hold back from teasing Neji about the fact that he had the other stoic man at his mercy and had him writhing with want… but at the same time he couldn’t HELP but notice how…big Neji was...how hot and thick he was in his hand… and more importantly…


He was going to enjoy the ride of his life.


Gaara's insides churned with excitement, already feeling himself leaking with anticipation.


The sudden hand on his own cock snapped him back to reality with enough force that he nearly lurched forward as pleasure shot through him. Green eyes met white before those rolling shut as his lips parted to let out consisted moans.


Neji watched him with wide eyes and filled with lust as he pumped the other slowly with steady strokes. His mind was centered on this person, right now, in his lap, moaning beautiful with sweat blossoming on his skin.


Gaara's breath hitched when Neji brushed the slit on of his cock and then squeezed lightly until more pre-cum came out. Gaara slowly opened his eyes, peering at Neji through the cracks of his hair... continuing to move with Neji's hand while at the same time, his own pumped Neji's cock.


Both males arched together, gasping for air as they continued to grind into each other.


"Ne-Neji… aha… I... we need… I… want…" Gaara struggled to explain what he wanted and where he wanted it. The distraction of Neji's hand pumping him and him touching Neji, was seriously affecting Gaara's brain patterns.


Neji chuckled breathlessly as he continued to pump Gaara while at the same time, thrusting upwards to meet his downwards strokes. "Tell me what you want, Gaara." He murmured his name this time, husky with need that seemed to bring a new round of shivers through the boy on top of him.


Gaara gave him a rough squeeze, making the Hyuuga moan out loud and stop his movements just as Gaara did. Pale eyes looked up at the sight of a panting Gaara, sweat dampened skin shining in the light of the room and red hair plastered itself to the sides of his face.


Neji didn't think as he reached up and brushed those locks away to get better view of Gaara’s face...


Green and white eyes didn't break eye contact as Neji's hand continued its downward path, gently stroking a cheek bone and the jaw line until he was brushing that full bottom lip with the tip of his thumb.


Puckered lips parted slightly and drew in the digit, slowly working the finger inside like he would another organ and then lips started to slide and suck up and down the thumb.


Gaara took delight when Neji gave a startled groan as he erotically played with his thumb.


Neji could NOT help but watch Gaara continuing with his torturing mouth, sucking and licking... It gave him vivid images of those lips on another certain appendage.


Groaning and not able to take Gaara's teasing anymore, he let go of Gaara's cock and reached up, grabbing Gaara by the hair and tugging him down to meet his hungry lips.


Lips entwined and parted to teasingly stroke tongues together and sometimes suck and nip at each other. It was the most exquisite thing neither man has ever received.


Pulling away with a wet plop, Gaara panted and used his hand to gather his and Neji's pre-cum to coat Neji's well endowed cock.


The thickness of the member in his hand was making Gaara tremble and he salivated at the thought that soon that hot piece of flesh will be impaled deeply inside his ass.


Sighing deeply, he braced one hand on Neji's hip bone and the other positioned Neji's cock at the right angle. Neji gripped Gaara by the thighs, stopping him before his cock breached through, almost cumming at what Gaara was about to do.


He needed to ask, to make sure it was ok because it was too soon and the red head seemed in a rush to skip foreplay.


"Gaara.."


"I want you." Gaara told him simply, looking at him as he lowered himself, both males sucking in a lung full of air as only the head entered. "You can suck me off later; right now I want you to fuck me." Gaara gritted out, wiggling a bit impatiently as well as the slight discomfort.


Neji tightened his grip, trying to still Gaara even as he screamed at himself internally for
stopping!


Good gods...so tight…


This was going to be his undoing, he just knew it, Neji thought darkly before he asked Gaara through gritted teeth if he was sure.


He was many things and even if the red head got on his nerves he didn’t want to hurt him.


"You think too much Neji.." Gaara whispered, irritated at the other for making him stop. "Stop... thinking... and... just…"He breathed deeply through his nose, easing himself down even further, pausing now and again, before groaning deeply, stopping with Neji's cock half way inside.


The other man was fighting to keep from just thrusting all the way inside, his grip tightening and bruising Gaara's thighs...


Damn it…damn…him and fuck Gaara!


The tight heat wrapped around his cock, did nothing to help Neji at all. Keeping still and trying not to hurt the other boy was damn near taking its toll on him.


Gaara sighed breathlessly, feeling the pain of penetration without preparation, slowly easing away, leaving nothing but want behind, at the feel of being stretched and filled to the brim.


Both males held their breaths when Gaara slid the rest of the way down, taking Neji to the hilt. Pleasure mixed with pain was always one of Gaara's favorites, he did enjoy his share of spice… especially with the way Neji was panting below him, trying not to squirm while giving the most oddest expressions Gaara never seen on him.


Pleasure was written across the Hyuuga's face as well as strain from not moving. Gaara chuckled slightly. So thoughtful. Bracing his hands on either side of Neji's ebony hair, he slid upwards slowly, moaning along with Neji from the sensation it caused.


Pain was replaced with lust and lust was replaced with pleasure as the two flush bodies started to move together. Lips met hungrily, sliding tongues wetly to meet together as Gaara repeatedly met Neji's upward plunges.


Neji gasped and groaned, tightening his hold even more as he thrust upwards sharply, trying to keep up with Gaara's fast impales on his cock. Their cries of ecstasy echoed in the quiet room along with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh repeatedly.


Gaara dug his nails into the leather further, urgently meeting Neji's thrusts as the pale man kissed and bit at his throat while raking his nails down his spine.


"Harder...harder...fuck...Gaara..."Neji cried out, hating himself for giving in and allowing Gaara to take control over...


Fuck it!


Neji grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him down to meet his lips. Both moaned breathlessly together...one turned on by his control over the other, while the other completely in surrender to the man riding him harshly.


Up and down, up and down, Gaara rode him hard, squeezing him tightly every time he impaled himself.


"Neji..."He whispered, gasping harshly against his mouth as his cock swelled to the point of pain. He could feel that...that…pain... delicious pleasure rolling up his spine and down to his toes. That kind of ecstasy you goy while watching your partner through the fits of rapture, and Gaara never seen anything as beautiful as Neji...his dear Neji...


Pulling away from the pale eyed man, he sat up fully on Neji’s lap while his cock bobbled from his movements. Gaara spread his knee's further, shifting himself further down onto Neji before he readied himself for the impact of the best ride of his life.


A moment passed before they both began moving, neither pausing nor going slowly--Though it couldn't have been called slow to begin with, this part, now was savage with the way they're moving.


Abandoning and impaling himself repeatedly, Gaara took Neji further and deeper inside him over and over again, thick sweat rolling down their bodies, their heart beats quickening.


Gaara squeezed his eyes shut, gasping and giving lust filled cries every time Neji hit his sweet spot again and again...


He...couldn’t do it anymore...it was becoming too much..


Neji reach out quickly and grasped Gaara's cock, already feeling the end for the both of them coming...


Gritting his teeth and panting harshly, he sat up quickly, tugged Gaara by the hair until his neck arched before biting down harshly where his neck and shoulder met.


Green eyes shot wide open before he screamed out Neji's name as he came hard.


White substance shot between their humping bodies, plastering onto Gaara's stomach and Neji's chest and neck but Neji just continued to thrust rhythmically, feeling his end nearing before giving out his own lust filled cry as he came deeply inside of Gaara’s limp form.


Neither party moved...not really capable of it as they continued to pant.


Neji sighed, shifting back until he was able to lean into the cushions, smirking when Gaara continued to lean on him. Drawing faint circles on his rump, Neji licked his dry lips, getting back his cool and collected self. He couldn’t wait to tell the others that he…


"Tell anyone about this and I'll bite your dick off." Was Gaara's faint reply as he snuggled closer to the other, quite content in falling asleep right here.


Neji snapped his mouth shut, not realizing he had opened it to begin with before giving a faint chuckle, shifting further back until he was sure he and Gaara would be comfortable enough until they woke from their short nap, not really caring about the mess they had made for the time being.


At least now, Neji would have something to do until they were called upon on by either author. Sighing, he gave the wound he had given Gaara on his neck, a light kiss before covering them both as much as possible with their shirts at their waists.


Neji closed his eyes to take a nap too as his partner lolled himself to sleep… and wondered if Gaara would really bite his…


Neji snorted.


"I believe it."


And proceeded to fall asleep.