Silica

Silica

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything so please don’t sue me.

Warning: Sand Rape, don’t like it don’t read it.

Author Notes: This can be considered a sequel to Sand Paper, although both can stand alone as separate stories and you don’t need to read Sand Paper first to read this fic.

Gaara felt like a giant pile of mush laying on the bed with one hand thrown over his face. It was the hottest part of the day and everyone in Suna was indoors and asleep if they were lucky. Most found it hard to sleep in the stifling heat of the harsh summer days in the desert, they were too busy sweating to let sleep take them until after the sun set.

Gaara didn’t sleep or swear at all so it didn’t matter to him either way if the sun was up or down, although he certainly didn’t enjoy the heavy heat that was making the air around him so heavy and stifling. The heat actually made him irritable and grumpy but he wouldn’t have traded Suna for all the trees in Konoha. The miserable hot hell hole was his home after all, even if the heat made him more moody than a PMSing woman during the long summer months when the sun tried its best to stamp out every bit of life that tried to live in the desert.

“It’s such a nice day, don’t you think Liebling.”

Gaara’ eyes flew open as his whole body grew tense when the voice spoke inside his mind. The sand in his gourd hissed in response to his movements, ready to strike at the unseen enemy, although the cork didn’t move. He didn’t reply to the monster, trying to force himself to close his eyes and relax instead but it seemed Shukaku wasn’t in the mood to be ignored today.

“Not going to reply? How rude…I asked you a question.” Shukaku purred softly in the others mind.

“No. It’s hot.” Gaara replied finally, his words soft but tense as he whispered them into the air, even though he could have replied in his mind. Gaara had entered conversation with the voice in his mind many times when he was younger, leaving him in a catatonic state for hours before he could escape back to reality. These days he tried to avoid that though, entering conversation in his mind with the beast. It got a little strange sometimes, not to mention difficult to escape should Shukaku choose to engage him too much.

“You’re grouchy,” Shukaku observed lightly, as if he didn’t know already that the other wasn’t feeling well from the heat. The one tail hadn’t lived all this time in his host without learning something about the red head. “Maybe if you weren’t wearing so many clothes you wouldn’t be so hot.”

It was probably the leer in the other’s voice that made Gaara aware that the beast wasn’t offering him a polite suggestion to take care of the heat that was plaguing him. Shukaku had always been a pervert and Gaara often wondered if he and Jiraya had gotten along well in another life.

“Leave me alone.” He replied after a moment, turning over to press his face into the pillows on his bed; however the heat from his own breath quickly made him give up on smothering himself to death. It was just too hot.

“Let me give you something, it’ll make you feel better,” Shukaku sang out in a sing songy voice in the red head’s mind. “How about a present my sweet Liebling?”

“I don’t want anything from you.” Gaara whispered under his breath, trying to keep himself tensing at the tail’s words.

“Don’t be silly, you don’t get gifts very often, you should accept what I have to offer Liebling…”

It didn’t matter that the other was right, Gaara didn’t get presents. What did one get for Sabaku no Gaara anyway? Here Gaara, I brought you my first born son? Gaara snorted, even as Shukaku cackled with laughter at the idea and projected back a sickening picture of his host, the red head, licking at the bloody cracked skull of a baby. Gaara blanched and slammed the palm of his hand into the side of his head, as if the action would make the beast in his head shut up.

“Shut up. Stop talking to me.” Gaara hissed, even as the gourd beside the bed fell on its side, the cork popping free and allowing his sand to flow out onto the floor. It was a good thing he could control that sand because anyone else would have had a hell of a time getting the grains out of the carpet. However the grains being on his floor weren’t what worried the red head, it was the fact that they were ON the floor and not in the gourd where they belonged.

A bit startled at this sudden change of events, the Kazekage watched the sand with wary jade colored eyes as the sand piled itself up in a tall mound. The mound slowly took a humanoid shape, making a cold chill run down Gaara’s spine. At first the humanoid sand clone looked blank like the practice dummies littered around the training field but suddenly the sand started to shape itself even further. Gaara narrowed his eyes as he watched feeling rather uncertain as to what the one tail beast was doing.

“Do you like it?” Shukaku’s voice sounded proud, like a five year old showing his prized drawing to his mother. “It is a perfect likeness don’t you think?”

‘Of what?’ Gaara almost asked but belatedly remembered it didn’t matter if he had said the words out loud or not because Shukaku still knew what he had been thinking. As if to prove it, there was a pouting sensation inside his head that the other had even thought such horrible things.

“It’s me, of course.” Gaara almost had a heart attack when the sand dummy’s mouth opened and Shukaku’s purring voice came from the sand. Or was it in his head? He couldn’t tell, he was too busy looking decidedly blank while mentally he was dropping his jaw in utter horror over the whole thing. The Shukaku clone stepped forward, making a sick grinding noise as the sand of its body rubbed together as it advanced on Gaara who could only sit there on his bed deathly still.

“Stop this. Put the sand down.” Gaara managed to remember that he had a voice and he was most certainly in charge here, NOT Shukaku, despite how the one tail would have enjoyed very much the freedom of being in charge again.

“Why should I? You have failed to entertain me in some time brat. I get bored.” The Shukaku clone was crawling across the bed now almost right up on Gaara as the red head tried to lean back, pressing his hands against the clone’s sandy chest, only to have his hands suddenly surrounded and trapped in the clone’s chest by the sand. He snarled giving his hands a yank but Shukaku didn’t release him. Gaara glared at the sand, it was suppose to be on HIS side!

“I am not a circus sideshow for your personal entertainment!” The Kazekage hissed, still yanking on his hands without much success. His chakra flared in alarm when he found that he wasn’t getting away. Damn the beast!

“You know, the most exciting thing you’ve done in weeks is give the Konoha diplomat doe eyes in that meeting yesterday. That boy would make a nice mate, you should fuck him.”

Gaara choked at the brash words from Shukaku, who didn’t seem at all bothered with what he had just said to his host.

“I bet he’s a virgin. He looks tight.” Shukaku sneered inside Gaara’s head, a sudden sexual image floating through the red head’s mind that made his body seize up, not from dislike but because the idea of taking the said Konoha diplomat was horribly arousing when Shukaku put it that way.

“Stop it! I will not be engaging in any sexual actions with the Konoha diplomat. Do not think you will force me to lay a finger on him, I will know if you are tampering with me or him!”

“You make it sound like I have that kind of control. I’m just your lowly trapped beast.” Shukaku taunted softly, even when they both knew if he chose to make his presence known the one tail would have had no problems. Just as he was toying with the red head now, he could easily do the same with the other male as well if Gaara allowed his control to slip even for a moment.

“I will kill you.” Gaara hissed softly as the sand clone suddenly crawled its way onto his lap, forcing his arms to fold up against his chest. Strange sandy slit eyes stared at him making Gaara frown as the face moved forward, brushing its cheek against his. It was like shoving his face into a sheet of sandpaper and the skin on his cheek reddened with the uncomfortable feeling.

The feeling of sand sliding around the shell of his ear made the red head squirm and his chakra suddenly exploded with fury as he lashed out at the clone, trying to kick the form off of him. However it was only a matter of seconds before he found his legs grounded to the bed under a heavy layer of sand.

Shukaku giggled inside his mind as the sand tongue trailed its way down from Gaara’s ear over his face. It was disgusting and in no way arousing to the red head to have the sand paper like appendage running over his features.

“I want to taste your blood mein Liebling…” Shukaku continued to murmur inside his mind as the clone reached out, its sandy fingers sliding under the red head’s mesh shirt, pressing flat against his chest. The sand felt almost alive it was so warm but the prickly sensation of the grains against his bare chest reminded him that this was no live person pinning him down to the bed.

“Fuck you.” Gaara snarled as he struggled against the sand, even though he knew there was no way for him to escape the confines of the sandy prison, he had used it enough times in his life on others to know that if the sand didn’t want you to get away you weren’t going anywhere.

The mesh shirt slide further up his chest, pushed upward by the sand demon’s hands as his head dipped down, allowing his sandy tongue to flicker out over the red head’s chest. Gaara let out a hiss of surprise as the sand paper like tongue slide over his left nipple making it tighten into a hard nub. The Kazekage almost squealed when he felt the sand lips surround the nipple and teeth bit down on it. His body arched up off the bed trying to buck the unwanted beast off of him.

“If I didn’t know better Id say you were eager Liebling,” The clone gave a low chuckled as Gaara’s eyes glanced away from the beast, narrowed in utter furry. “Don’t look away from me when I’m talking to you, brat!”

Gaara didn’t look back over as he lay under the sand clone, his body stiff with anger and embarrassment. He was furious, both with himself and Shukaku. How could he allow the beast to come out this far? How dare Shukaku pull this with him!

Sandy fingers gripped the side of his face, forcing him to turn back to the clone’s face. Even though Gaara had never seen Shukaku take a humanoid form before, he wasn’t really in the mood to admire or to think about Shukaku’s idea of the human body. Instead he narrowed his jade eyes at the beast, spitting squarely in the clone’s face, causing Shukaku to hiss.

“You fucking brat!” The hand that had been holding his face in place reared back, smacking him across the face with such force Gaara’s head snapped to the side. He felt like he had just been hit with a cement slab in the face and his cheek glowed red with pain. Shukaku reached out, taking ahold of the red head’s chin once again, forcing his face back towards him. Gaara held back a wince at the movement, choosing to glare at him once again with wary eyes.

“Get off of me.” The Kazekage snapped. “Now.” He had to admit that he was frightened, just a little. Even though his face was blank he couldn’t help but worry what would happen if the sandy Shukaku decided to continue this little escapade they had started. Gaara was fairly certain that if it continued he wouldn’t like it.

“Your eyes look scared…” Shukaku’s voice was low, threateningly sweet as he leaned forward closer to the red head. Their noses touched and Gaara did flinch then, pressing himself back into the bed as his eyes flashed with unhidden discomfort. Shukaku didn’t seem to mind as he leaned closer, whispering in the other’s ear. “I like it when you look so scared. It excites me, Liebling.”

Tight fingers grasped his hands, pinning them above the bed finally, causing the red head to squirm unhappily. He didn’t like the way the other was looking at him with strange hungry sand eyes. Gaara’s heart lurched uncomfortably in his chest even as he tried to cover how uncertain he felt with a blank face that was devoid of any emotion. He wouldn’t allow the demon to get the best him. He had to stay somewhat composed and in charge if he wanted any hope of making Shukaku obey him and stopping this ridiculousness.

Gaara strained against the sand with a grunt and the sound made Shukaku smirk with pleasure even as he pushed himself up off the red head to stand beside the bed. The other’s movements off of his body made Gaara narrow his eyes suspiciously. What was that bastard up to? His suspicion heightened even more as he watched the sand clone open his drawers and start ruffling through his clothes and other personal items.

“What do you think you’re doing? If you don’t stop this foolishness right now-“

“You’ll what? Spank me like a bad demon?” Shukaku shot him a toothy grin over his shoulder, obviously not feeling threatened at all by the red head. And why should he? He wasn’t the one pinned to the bed by sand after all. “I hope you do. It would be thrilling.”

The red head’s eyes turned to glare furiously at the ceiling, his nails digging into the palms of his hands with frustration. He didn’t want to squirm too hard in the grasp of the sand or he’d end up with painfully raw skin tomorrow. Yet he didn’t like being trapped here on the bed like a weakling. The thought made his whole body tighten and then shudder with hate and frustration.

A cold sensation on his lower leg made Gaara cry out, even though he didn’t mean to make a sound. Surprised, his head jerked up and he stared down the length of the bed to Shukaku, who was holding a kunai to the side of his leg. Shukaku glanced up at the cry, his lips curling into a twisted smile. The kunai twisted in the beast’s hand, causing the material covering Gaara’s legs to give with a tearing noise. Shukaku worked up first one leg, then the other, methodically cutting away the material of the red head’s pants until he was embarrassingly naked beneath the one tailed beast.

Shukaku chuckled a bit as he pressed the cold metal weapon to the inside of the red head’s thigh, making him shudder in response. The tip was hard against his skin, prickling him as the beast drew it down from the inside of his thigh to the sole of his foot, making Gaara squirm wide eyed at the strange feeling.

Watching the other with sandy eyes, Shukaku brought the blade to his mouth. His tongue slipped out from between his lips, caressing the blade as if it were his lover. The blade slipped between his lips and into his mouth, the sandy lips surrounding it and suckling. The sharpness of the kunai didn’t effect Shukaku’s sand body and so it was no danger to the one tail to suckle the length of the blade however just the thought of having his mouth surrounding the dangerous weapon made Gaara flinch.

He was so distracted by the blade in the monster’s mouth that he didn’t even notice him moving his free hand thus Gaara’s mouth fell open in utter shock when he felt a hand grasping his lower parts. A choked noise escaped his lips as the hand slide up and down his cock; a softness that he knew didn’t belong to the sand making him jerk in surprise. His eyes shot down to his lower regions where he noticed for the first time, the soft tan colored gloves covering the sandy hands of the beast.

The red head wanted to scream in frustration. Those were his fucking gloves! How dare that demon use them for…for…this of all things! His chakra spiked with his anger and his jade eyes smoldered with hate as he glared down at the beast doing his best to tease him to hardness with firm strokes of his gloved hand. A low grunt escaped the red head’s mouth as his cock started to rapidly fill with blood despite his best efforts to ignore the touch.

Gaara bit down hard enough on his lower lip to draw blood as he squeezed his eyes shut in utter humiliation at the way his body was reacting to the demon’s touch. His hips jerked slightly, upward towards the hand and Gaara’s cheeks turned a color of crimson that nearly matched his hair.

“Oh Liebling you like that don’t you? Look at how your cock strains for me. You’d like me inside of you wouldn’t you? Making you moan like a whore while I ravish you with my length like the girly bitch you are. You’re nothing but a slut Kazekage, you might hide it from everyone else but I know the truth, how badly you want to be made a real woman. You want a strong man to take you in your sweet little boy cunt! Say it Gaara, say you want to be my bitch!”

Gaara’s eyes flashed and the anger inside him intensified with every word from the beast’s mouth. All of those words were nothing but lies! A strangled noise escaped his lips as his body lunged forward, his teeth bared as he tried to get at the lying beast.

“I will never submit to you!” He snarled, panting in anger as he strained against the sand. His fingers flexed, clenching and unclenching with the fury that surrounded him. Breathing hard through his nose, the Kazekage regarded the beast with almost rabid eyes. He looked like a demon himself as he struggled to get free, his chakra levels rising and falling like a dangerous whirlwind of energy. The energy was building inside of him and his cock was still rock hard, from the beast or from the excitement that came with the frenzied thoughts of bodily harm that the red head wished to inflict on the demon, it wasn’t clear.

“Kazekage-sama!” The muffled cry from the doorway made both beast and master jerk their heads towards the door. Gaara looked slightly horrified but Shukaku only grinned a pleasant smirk. “Is everything ok in there sir?! Answer us!”

“Your captain is here to rescue you Kazekage…” Shukaku’s tone was teasing. “Shall I let him in?”

“I’ll kill you-“ Gaara hissed furiously.

“Please answer us Kazekage-sama! If you do not answer we’re coming in! Kazekage-sama?!”

“Well? Are you going to answer? Or maybe you want them to bust in and see you like this? All hard and wanton like a whore…” Shukaku gave Gaara’s cock a slight squeeze, causing the young male’s hips to jerk. He swore under his breath as he tried to find a steady voice to reply in.

“Everything is under control. Go. Away.” Despite himself, his voice trembled slightly although he couldn’t be blamed he tried to argue for himself. How could he speak with a soft gloved hand stroking him just right and making him pant, even if he didn’t want the touch it still turned him on.

There was a slight scuffle behind the door then another voice drifted through the barrier.

“Gaara? What’s going on in there?” Gaara felt his blood run cold even as Shukaku’s face suddenly lit up like the sky on the fourth of July. Gaara whimpered under his breath as Shukaku gave him a devious look.

“Don’t,” He tried to force the words out but Shukaku was already standing from the bed and sauntering towards the door. The lock clicked and Gaara felt his breath catch in his throat. He wouldn’t dare…he wouldn’t…

But he did. Shukaku opened the door just a crack, his sandy body blocking the view of Gaara on the bed but it didn’t stop the officers standing there from gapping in shock at the sight of a naked sand clone standing in the doorway.

“Where is Gaara?” The voice made the Shukaku grin. It was the same voice that had tempted him over here in the first place.

“Hyuuga…” He purred softly, sandy eyes narrowing in pleasure. Hyuuga Neji narrowed his own eyes in return, but there was nothing pleasurable about his look. His eyes took in the naked sand clone, from the demonic look on its face to the hard sand length between his legs, even though he could have gone the rest of his life without knowing that sand could get a hard on.

“Shukaku,” It was a guess, but obviously a good one as the sand clone’s face seemed to become even more pleased. Neji’s lips curled into a sneer. If he could just get past the clone then he could find out what was going on with Gaara. He had felt the other’s chakra flares all the way across Suna. It had alarmed the Hyuuga and he had come running to find a cluster of guards around the Kazekage’s door but no one able to tell him just what the hell was going on.

“Do come in…” Shukaku’s hand suddenly shot out, grabbing the Hyuuga by the hair much to his anger. The beast was strong and he didn’t really fancy becoming bald at such a young age so he allowed the one tail to yank him into the room by his hair. Stumbling, Neji almost tripped as he entered the room and then his eyes landed on the red head and he froze.

Gaara gaped slightly at the long haired male from the bed, his cheeks still the same color as his hair. Although his erection had flagged a little he was still undeniably aroused and mostly naked, pinned to the bed with sand cuffs. The sight made the Hyuuga blush like a virgin school girl despite himself. Of all the things he had been prepared to see in here, this was not one of them. His cock twitched in his pants, causing him to flush even more, even as he tried to gain back some of his composure.

“See something you like Hyuuga?” The voice beside his ear made the long haired male nearly jump. But he was a ninja and ninjas didn’t jump like a scardy-cat every time someone snuck up on them…most of the time anyway.

“What the hell is going on in here.” Neji snapped, trying to ignore the sandy arms that were weaving their way around him, one around his neck and one around his waist. One still held the kunai from earlier and it shimmered dangerously against in the beast’s gloved fingers.

Gaara couldn’t answer; he was much too humiliated to even say a word. Instead he tried to will his cock down but it seemed even happier to have the Hyuuga’s eyes on it and it twitched to life, straining upward. Gaara didn’t know much about being embarrassed, but he was pretty sure this was the most embarrassed he had ever been in his life.

“Did you know the Kazekage was such a whore Hyuuga? Look at him there, he’s been waiting for you… Look at how hard his cock is, just for you. His little girl hole is hungry for your cock Hyuuga. I bet you can’t wait to give it to him…” Shukaku was purring in his ear again and Neji couldn’t help but swallow, his milky eyes wide with surprise.

A hand slid past the waist band of his pants, causing the Hyuuga to jerk in Shukaku’s grip. Yet he couldn’t get away from him, the sand was too strong. If Gaara couldn’t over come it, then there was no way Neji could escape. The gloved hand slide down deeper into his pants, past the waist band of his boxers until it grasped his half hard cock. Neji’s hips jerked in utter surprise at how good it felt to have a hand on him that wasn’t his own after so long. Even if it was Shukaku, he couldn’t deny that the whole situation was arousing him.

“Don’t you wish it was him touching you like this? Those hands have never touched a cock before, did you know? Yet he hungers for it. He wants to be dominated and fucked hard. He dreams about you at night Hyuuga, riding him like the little slutty girl he is. He wants you to fill his boy cunt with this-“ Shukaku squeezed the other’s cock, which had become so painfully hard so fast Neji had nearly passed out. His eyes were slightly glassy and his knees weak. He hadn’t been prepared for a sexual assault when he had first entered the room and everything had happened so fast there had been no time to steel himself against such an attack.

Strong hands grabbed his hair, forcing the Hyuuga forward until his knees hit the bed and he was forced down onto the mattress on his hands and knees by the sand clone, directly between Gaara’s legs. His face was flushed with want by now as he regarded Gaara through half open eyes. Shukaku’s eyes flickered back and forth between them, smirking.

“You know what he wants, don’t you Hyuuga,” The beast grabbed the long locks of the other’s hair shoving his face down between the red head’s legs. Gaara swallowed a groan as he felt the soft tickle of the white eyed male’s hair against his crotch and the hot breath that slipped out between his lips washing over his straining cock.

“Gaara…” Neji glanced up at the other from under his eyelashes, even as Shukaku yanked on his hair and shoved him harder into the other’s crotch until his nose was buried in the red curls at the base of his cock, the twitching length rubbing on the Hyuuga’s cheek, leaving a smearing trail of pre-cum.

“Suck his cock Hyuuga,” Shukaku purred in the other’s ear. “He wants you to do it, don’t you kazekage…tell him, I want you to suck my cock like a sissy whore.”

Neji colored, stiffening at the beast’s words. He wasn’t a fucking girl if that’s what he thought. Snarling he tried to struggle against the grip the one tail had on the back of his head but he found himself unable to move as sand drifted over his body, binding him in place over the red head’s crotch.

“Please…” The soft sound of the red head’s voice between pants, surprised the long haired male and he froze, lifting his milky eyes to meet the hungry jade eyes of the boy under him. His hips arched upward, rubbing his cock up against the Hyuuga’s face causing Neji to wince at the feeling as the tip brushed against his lips.

“Open those sweet little lips Hyuuga, look how bad the red headed slut wants it.” Shukaku was still panting in his ear with orders. Grasping the long haired male’s jaw with one sandy hand he forced his mouth to open as he guided the other’s head down on the red head’s cock even as Neji’s face wrinkled up as he tried to resist.

His mouth descended over Gaara’s straining cock, causing the red head to cry out desperately, his hips thrusting deep into the other’s mouth. Neji choked as the cock hit the back of his throat but Shukaku refused to let him go, holding his head in place. Neji grasped the other’s pale thighs, his nails digging into his skin as he struggled, gagging and choking as Gaara continued to fuck his mouth, thrusting his hips up off the bed into the warm wet cavern of the other’s mouth.

Suddenly Neji found his head free as Shukaku released him, even if he didn’t know why the demon had let him loose he didn’t stop to think about it. Jerking his head back off the other’s cock he suddenly found himself with a face full of hot cum spurting across his cheeks and coating his hair as Gaara came on him with a low heated animalistic groan. Dazed, the Hyuuga stared at the red head in shock.

However his shock was short lived as he felt his pants yanked from his body by tendrils of sand, leaving him kneeling exposed on the kazekage’s bed. The feeling of Shukaku’s gloved hands running over the skin of his back side made him quiver but he found his body held immobile by the sand.

“Stop…” The Hyuuga was embarrassed at how shaky his voice came out and his milky eyes darted to the red head, who was currently staring at the ceiling in a daze.

“Stop?” Shukaku let out a throaty laugh as he let his hands trail down over the cleft of his ass, letting one gloved hand to slide between his ass cheeks, caressing him in a spot that not even Neji touched. “Look at how you shake, how bad you want it…You need something filling this aching boy cunt of yours, slut.”

The hands grabbed the long haired male by his hips and slammed into him without any warning. Neji’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open in a soundless scream. His fingers scrabbled on the pale unmarred flesh of the red head’s thighs, causing Gaara to let out a cry of pain and writhe under the Hyuuga in attempt to get away from his clawing. Neji’s face twisted in pain as his hole stretched painfully, his skin splitting allowing warm coppery blood to dribble down the backs of his thighs and onto the bed.

A high pitched scream escaped the Hyuuga’s mouth as the demon pounded into his behind without mercy. Shukaku grabbed him with one hand, yanking his head back by the hair.

“Yes you love this don’t you, listen to you whimpering and crying like a desperate slut!”

Neji tried to shake his head in pain as he felt the other expand inside of him. The sand inside of his anal passage was swelling and stretching him until he couldn’t even think of anything but the pain. Tears welled in his eyes and his lungs gasped desperately for air as his fingers scrabbled on Gaara still, leaving long bloody trails.

“No, please…it hurts!” All he could think about was the burning pain in his lower regions as the one tail continued to fuck him ruthlessly. He was sorry he had ever entered the room now, even though it probably would have been the red head suffering this act instead of himself if he had never entered.

“Stop!” Gaara snarled, attempting to lunge for the demon, gritting his teeth in frustration. Shukaku only let out a low demonic laugh at the red heads attempts, his hips pistoning forward into the Hyuuga with inhuman speed and strength. A scream died on Neji’s lips from the sensation, his throat raw.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and Neji’s eyes were rolling back in his head as his body started to go limp under the beast taking his pleasure from him. His vision blurred and he panted and gasped desperately for air, even as he fell face first on the red head, out cold.

It was then Neji sat up with a gasp, his body drenched in cold sweat. What the FUCK was that?! His ass ached just thinking about that nightmare, even though he couldn’t deny the first part had been pleasing, even though he had never thought of the kazekage in that manner

“Fuck….” The Hyuuga buried his face in his hands.

“Yes…fuck indeed…”

Neji screamed.