Keep your Hands off my Girl

Note: 7th January 2008 - This story can also be found on LawWren's site at this link: http://www.freewebs.com/korin12c/keepyourhandsoffmygirl.htm and was hosted with my permission.


Keep Your Hands Off My Girl
Artist(Band):Good Charlotte

Note: I love this song. I heard this for the first time on Cartoon Network and was instantly hooked. I don’t know why so many people don’t like it. I’ve never even heard of Good Charlotte until I listened to this but most fans of the band say they deterred from their usual style so I can’t say for certain since I don’t know what their old genre was like.

Warnings: I want to let you know, first and foremost, that I don’t hate Kiba. He’s one of my favourite characters in the Naruto-verse but if you love Kiba then you probably won’t like this one-shot since he’s portrayed as a huge, egotistical jerk. Why did I choose to use Kiba though…because I couldn’t think of anyone that fit the personality I was looking for that wasn’t an older character. So once again if you like Kiba then you probably won’t like this one-shot.

Other warnings include Yaoi, rough sex and violence.

Pairing is Sasuke x Neji (Like you didn’t see that coming).

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Let the record play,
Let the record play,
Let the record play.

Tall, black speakers, standing nearly nine-feet high, blared popular, hard-rock music at the DJs discretion. The deep bass rippled through the throng of revelers and sent vibrations through dancers’ feet and gently shook the contents in bottles and glasses that rested on tables or in racks.

Multi-coloured strobe lights glittered among the crowd, occasionally highlighting jewelry and providing just enough illumination for men, who were not too intoxicated with alcohol, to avoid the more dog-faced of the species. But for every mongrel there were three times as many pedigrees and Club Phoenix was definitely the hot spot to find the most attractive of males.

Homosexual men came from far and wide to indulge in what the club had to offer. After a dreary day of trudging through the prejudices and discriminations of life, all one had to do was check their coat at the door and step into a world where everyone shared the same interests and one common goal.

Having fun.

Their simple slogan ‘Open-minded and Easy going’ was the constitution, ingrained within each patron’s mind as they went about various activities provided on each floor of the three-tiered building. Whether you wanted to drink until your livers decayed, have a friendly game of strip pool, meet new and very interesting people or dance the night away, this was the place to do it, but one man came not only for what the club boasted because he neither mingled nor danced.

Sasuke Uchiha was there for only one thing, and that was to watch.

The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room,

Every Tuesday and Thursday night he would see him there, in that little corner reserved solely for him. He knew his name; it was Neji. He knew it because his boyfriend called him that frequently. He liked to brag that Neji was his. He liked to introduce Neji to other men but would never allow them to take or shake his hand. His rule was ‘You can look; but can’t touch’ and Kiba loved to watch other men, pant, lust and pine over his belonging.

That was why Kiba never danced with him. He didn’t have to stake claim over what everyone already knew was his. It was like laying out a full-course meal before a starving person and eating it right in front of their face and Kiba enjoyed doing it. Sasuke couldn’t blame him though because, if Neji was his, he probably would have done the same thing.

You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louie Vitton, HG, and YSL,

Truly, the young man was exquisite. His pale ovular, head was framed with long, healthy hair that was kept gathered in a tight band just above the nape of his back. It was as dark as the richest chocolate and captured and reflected any light that shone upon it. His elegant face was painted, as usual with a light sprinkling of pink blush and a generous brush of dark red eyeshadow. Sasuke, at first, believed wearing mascara was unnecessary but he learned from one of Kiba’s drag-queen friends that the boy just had naturally plump eyelashes and tonight, they seemed darker than usual, a stark contrast from the colourless, near luminescent eyes they outlined.

In public, Kiba never took a hands-on approach towards Neji and it was hard to believe that they were a couple at all since he pretty much ignored the other boy and only took glances in his direction to make sure no one else had approached him; but Sasuke also learned that he was the one that bought and chose what clothes his little ‘porcelain doll’ would wear, and as much as he couldn’t stand the ‘boy-band’ look of Kiba and his cronies, he had to admit that he did have taste when it came to Neji’s dress.

In keeping with his egotistical lifestyle, Neji had to look a certain way whenever they were seen together in public and Kiba had chosen for him a provocative, almost promiscuous wardrobe, and tonight was no exception.

Wrapped tightly around his flat torso was a black, leather halter top, cut just above his waist to reveal a small, sunken navel. The material was tied in place with thin, yet sturdy, straps that criss-crossed along a well-defined and exposed back. Sasuke found it hard to tear his eyes away from that long, indented spine and he watched as beads of perspiration flowed down the hollow and disappeared beneath a pair of low-rise leather pants that he was sure had been painted on.

Both arms were encased in black, fish-net arm warmers that stretched all the way to his armpits and as he lifted his hands high above his head, as per the instructions in the song, Sasuke could see they were clean shaven and he wondered what other places on his body were also devoid of hair.

Now I got got what you need,
I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,

To watch him was the most torturous thing any man could endure, especially knowing fully well you could not have him but it was just as difficult to look away and the long, slow gyrations of his hips were almost hypnotic and Sasuke was not the only one caught under his spell.

Strong thighs supported him and helped maintain his balance as he went down and slowly came back up while bouncing his ass. His movements were fluid and there was no break as if he needed to think what his next steps should be. He just let the lyrics and the beat tell him what to do and Neji was just as lost in his dance as everyone watching him was.

I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a kershaw neatly,
Tucked inside of my waist.

Sasuke’s breath escaped on a slow exhale when he began jerking his hips and whipping them in a snake –like motion and he took a sip of his beverage to quench his dry throat, but the brandy only added to the heat that burned within his loins and his pants became just a little bit tighter.

Neji brought his hands down from their high to hug his shoulders and slide them over the slick material of his top. His fingers spread wide apart upon his pectorals and brushed the hard nipples there before continuing their southerly journey over rolling stomach muscles and crawling over the sides of his hips, purposely avoiding the erogenous area between his legs to stroke his thighs. Those tantalizing hands were even so bold as to creep towards the backs of his thighs and lift themselves over a perfectly rounded ass and he arched his back and his pink lips parted on a silent moan as if they were his lover’s hands on him instead and Sasuke shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he imagined those hands were his.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters be mugging on me all night long,

He was so engrossed in his own fantasies, blotting out everything and everyone around him save for that one man, so when his tunnel vision was intercepted by a broad chest and large, blue Tommy Hilfiger letters it had an effect similar to slamming into a brick wall going at over one hundred kilometers an hour. He lifted, clearly annoyed opal eyes to the obnoxious pair looking down on him and he tried not to glare as the twin, red fang tattoos distorted from the wide grin that spread across Kiba’s cheeks.

They said(Aha, aha),
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,

“See something you like?” he snickered and his three-man entourage chimed in with amused chuckles of their own.

Sasuke wanted to tell him ‘Yes! Now get the fuck out of my view,’ but he bit his tongue and drowned the comment with another sip from his glass. He knew the other man was only baiting him. He did it to everyone that stared at his center-piece but Sasuke had been caught staring too long even though he always pretended he wasn’t interested.

Kiba made himself comfortable in the bar stool next to Sasuke and leaned back with his elbows against the table so the other man would regain his unobstructed view of the erotic display, and when his focus shifted back to the man who was now trying to fornicate with a chair, Kiba shook his head and low laughter rumbled inside his chest.

“I don’t know why I bring him here,” Kiba sighed. “All he ever wants to do is dance, dance, dance,” but he did a terrible job of feigning his annoyance because that pretentious smirk was still on his face and Sasuke knew nothing made him feel more illustrious than having his boyfriend on display for the entire world to long after.

They said (Aha, aha),
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,

Kiba blocked his view with his smirk again by leaning forward and Sasuke did nothing to hide his irritation this time but that only made the cocky grin spread farther. “Hey man, you gonna bore another hole in my bitch? Stuffing that one’s tedious enough as it is,” and when Kiba laughed his yes-men followed the cue. His face suddenly dropped just as quickly and he pulled his lips into a deep, menacing frown.

“I know you, Uchiha. You’re a rebel. The kind of man that does what he wants, when he wants.” He leaned a little closer so he could whisper for Sasuke’s ears only and the raven-haired man tried not to cringe as his hot dog-breath wafted beneath his nostrils. “Not that there’s anything wrong with it. Heck, it’s one of my more…endearing qualities. In fact, we’re almost alike in that aspect.”

A thin, black eyebrow raised as if to say ‘Oh really?’ and that patronizing smirk returned.

“That’s why I felt I should give you a little advice, since people like us can be rather unpredictable,” and he gestured to his boyfriend with a sideways nod of the head before drawing his eyes into thin slits and issuing his cautionary warning. “You can look all you want, but you can’t touch.”

They said (Aha, aha),
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

Kiba had no reason to confront Sasuke on this subject, at least, not tonight, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about flirting with Neji, he just hadn’t decided what he was going to say to him. Kiba apparently wasn’t as stupid as he looked, which disappointed the Uchiha because he was pretty good at judging people based on appearances alone but that never stopped him from keeping his guard up around this man and now, he was the one that instigated the first provocation.

This was not just a warning; it wasn’t even an ultimatum. It was a dare!

Sasuke was never one to give into peer pressure and he never had time for childish antics such as these but he did want to prove a point and as he held the slightly amused glance with a venomous glare of his own, he finished his glass with one shot and rose from his chair, taking long, purposeful strides towards the object of their discussion. He reached out and roughly grabbed Neji by the elbow, yanking him from his straddled position in the chair and toppling it over as he dragged him back into his remote corner.

Now she’s sweatin my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
My Adam Barton tattoos,

Neji didn’t protest, attempt to pull away or even take a cursory glance back at his boyfriend, instead, he let this tall stranger lead him into a dark corner and put his hands on places reserved for someone else. By this point, Neji didn’t care, he only wanted someone to dance with. He hated dancing alone but Kiba either couldn’t dance or just wasn’t interested in such an activity. Neji also didn’t care that his overly-jealous boyfriend was more than likely going to gut this person for laying so much as a finger on him, and he surmised his punishment would be infinitely worse, especially now that his hands were cupping his ass through the shiny material of his pants.

But she can't say "what's up",
So what does she do,
She just stays posted at,
The other side of the room,

For just a moment, Sasuke was dumbstruck by his ethereal beauty, and a gasp was lodged in his throat as he was brought under the other man’s scrutiny by piercing, violet eyes. They suddenly glittered like amethyst gems and Neji smiled, rather impishly and it gave him a dangerously mischievous countenance as he slipped his arms around Sasuke’s neck and pressed his body against him until it almost appeared as if they’d become welded together.
Sasuke mirrored that wicked smile of his and gave both globes a firm squeeze before lightly resting his hands on Neji’s hips, and he followed his lead when he slowly rocked from side to side.

I got AMC tattooed on my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.

Sasuke was not much of a dancer but that didn’t matter to either of them since Neji was willing to do all the work and it was almost like getting a lap dance, while standing, and contributing minimal participation. He pushed a powerful thigh between the other boy’s legs and he straddled it, rubbing his crotch wantonly against the firm muscles encased within the textured material of his jeans. Neji removed his arms from around the taller man’s neck so that he could reach behind his own back with one hand while he shoved Sasuke against the wall with the other, and he kept him pinned there until he’d managed to free his hair from the rubberband and tossed it somewhere across the room and the look on his face, that could only be described as formidable made Sasuke swallow…hard.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters be mugging on me all night long,

Neji peeled himself away from the other man but retained just a sliver of space between them as he slowly got down on his haunches, raking long fingernails over his broad chest and making sure to graze his already hard nipples. Sasuke hissed and Neji made a low sound of approval but it was lost among the music. His hands continued their exploration and the muscles in his chiseled abdomen bunched at the inquisitive touches.

Sasuke spread his legs a little wider when they reached his waist and he baited the other man by thrusting his hips forward a bit, but Neji didn’t bite and instead, teased him by stroking his legs and dragging his hands close to the bulge at the juncture between them then purposely avoiding it to caress his lean thighs and mould the tendons with gentle fingers.

He came back up now, moving his hands around and behind Sasuke’s legs to glide them along the backs of his thighs, and he too copped a feel of the other man’s ass as he rose to his feet. Neji winked at him just before he turned around to face the other direction and he took Sasuke’s hands in his so he could place them on his hips again.

They say (Aha, aha),
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,

He was in awe at how soft those white hands were and he wondered if he’d ever performed an act of menial labour in his life. He supposed that much was not possible because, like Kiba said, they were alike in some aspects, and if Neji was his lover then he’d make sure he never had to lift a finger. Sasuke would only expect him to do what he did best and that was to look fucking hot.

Neji released him but he kept his hands glued to those hard hips as he brought his arms up and above his head to lift his hair and let it cascade along his back. He swayed his lower body to the left, then to the right, setting the pace and waiting for Sasuke to match it and once he did, with little problems he quickened it.

They say (Aha, aha),
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,

They writhed lewdly against each other. Neji utilized perfect control of his stomach muscles to execute erotic undulations while Sasuke emulated the highly suggestive lyrics and thrust his pelvis forward to match the rhythm of the beat. The shorter brunette leaned over slightly at the waist, into a very compromising position, and Sasuke brushed his hair out of the way and over one shoulder so he had full access to that glorious back.

The paler boy shivered as he felt those dark eyes roam over him and Sasuke bit his lip because all he had to do was squint and his imagination supplied the rest. He stretched out his fingers to trace the fine hairs at the nape of his neck and Neji cried out when they tickled that sweet spot between his shoulder blades. His spine curved into a beautiful arch and Sasuke couldn’t help but let his fingers flow along it, casuing him to shiver violently and he leaned all the way back until their bodies were pressed flush against each other once more.

They say (Aha, aha),
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

Even then Sasuke did not remove his hand because it was now poised at the hem of the tight, leather jeans and his fingers probed between material and skin until they were nestled within taut ass cheeks. Neji made a mewling sound and encouraged the other man by tilting his face to one side and raising one hand to turn Sasuke’s head towards his.

He could hear the boy’s eager breath escape his slightly parted lips and feel the warm air ghosting over his own mouth as he leaned in closer to taste him but before they could make contact, Sasuke yanked his fingers out of the boy’s pants. He pushed himself away from the wall and took a step forward so he could then hide Neji behind him and act as a barrier between him and Neji’s enraged boyfriend that was quickly approaching them.

She, she, she don't wanna talk about it,
He, he, he wants to fight about,
Me, me, I don't wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be about it,

“You got alotta balls, you know that?” Kiba screeched and charged towards the arrogant Uchiha. Sasuke shoved Neji out of the way and was instantly ploughed into by a surprisingly strong shoulder and he coughed as the air was knocked out of his chest. He blinked twice to clear the fog of darkness that momentarily settled in and brought a hard elbow down near the curve of Inuzuka’s neck.

Kiba grunted and his grip loosened but he didn’t let go and Sasuke weakened him some more with another blow to the base of his head. His hands dropped but Sasuke didn’t give him the chance to regain his stance and fisted his hands in his messy, brown hair before introducing his face to his knee.

The tattooed boy staggered backwards before colliding with a few dancers and collapsing to the floor and it took a while for those nearby to realize that a fight had broke out but once they did and tried to get as far away from the conflict as they could Kiba’s lackeys made use of the available space to rush him all at once.

I'm just trying to stay about it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boys start to hate,
The girl that came with them,
looks like that's not the boy she dates,
but the music keeps playin,

Three against one, in anyone’s books, would not equate to a fair fight, but these posers were really just a lot of talk and only acted big because they hung-out with Kiba. Now, that was not to say that they were all push-overs since they all learned a few nasty tricks from their self-appointed leader but Sasuke was able to hold his own. The most important thing was that he quickly dispose of them before Kiba recovered and by the time the brunette staggered to his feet he’d knocked one unconscious by slamming the back of his head into a table. True, Sasuke wasn’t fighting clean either but this wasn’t some kind of demonstration match. These men wanted to tear him apart and it was going to be either him or them.

One of the others reared back an arm and sent it hurtling towards his head but he side-stepped it and the offending fist crashed into the wall. His pained scream became a howl of surprise as he was shoved into his friend and both of them went crashing into a few chairs. Sasuke grunted when Kiba’s clasped fists pounded into the back of his head, and the force of the blow made him fall to one knee and before he could get up, a large foot tastefully disguised in brand-name sneakers kicked him in his ribs and he was subjected to a flurry of stomps when he dropped to his side.

They get the fightin and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is starin,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I'm wearing,

“Nobody…fucking…touches…my…property!” he growled between attacks and Sasuke brought his arms up to shield his head from the blows. He didn’t try to block any that were aimed at his stomach or hips but he did try to deflect those that were aimed at his ribs because after a few hits they felt about ready to shatter.

Kiba soon tired himself out and Sasuke took the advantage to grab his ankle and yank it hard, causing him to fall backwards and his hands reached out blindly for anything to stop his descent. Sasuke made a grave mistake when he moved to step over him because the rabid Inuzuka sent him stumbling backwards with a kick to the mid-section. He groaned and clutched his throbbing abdomen but had to ignore it when he saw the other boy hop to his feet and catching his second wind he adopted a fairly basic fighting stance.

Kiba punched him in the jaw and he retaliated in turn, his assault doing slightly more damage and sending the tattooed head wildly to one side. He blinked a few times, trying to sharpen his blurred vision but the blow must have done something to his motory skills because he couldn’t seem to stop swaying and the ground kept shifting beneath his feet.

He couldn’t lose face like this, not while everyone was looking and cheering on his opponent and in a last bid effort to emerge the victor, he decided to end it quickly and drew a switchblade from his pocket.

I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck and my chain.

Sasuke could only blink at the metal object that glinted in the dim light as Kiba waved it madly back and forth, he wasn’t surprised that the sore-loser would resort to something so under-handed, he just wasn’t expecting something like this. Kiba taunted him by making a beckoning motion with the fingers on his free hand, but he was obviously taking the college graduate for some kind of fool because there was no way he was going to advance upon a psycho with a weapon while he was unarmed.

When he realized Sasuke refused to take the bait he called him all manners of yellow pussy and tried to psyche him out by thrusting quick jabs at his abdomen. The Uchiha was running out of space as he kept retreating as he avoided the wild swipes Kiba’s arm, but he miscalculated the remaining distance between the wall and his back and the blade slashed him across his upper chest and arm.

He winced from the pain and his hand went up to comfort the stinging in his broken skin and Kiba’s eyes glinted when he saw the thin sliver of blood that stained his shirt. As much as Sasuke hated being a helpless victim, actually playing one right now worked to his advantage. The overconfident brunette moved closer to the wounded man, with his arm raised high and Sasuke ducked at the crucial moment when it came down, but Kiba had put too much force behind his swing and was unable to stabilize his equilibrium in time and could do nothing when the other man grabbed him by the hair and the back of his collar and rammed his head into the wall.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters be mugging on me all night long,

The knife slipped from his hands and clattered to the floor. Kiba’s body slumped towards the ground in a pitiful lump at Sasuke’s feet and he kicked him over onto his back to see the slow rise and fall of his chest, confirming that the bastard was still alive.

The two devout followers that he’d shoved into each other were only now returning to their feet and prepared to stage a recoup but when they saw their general, sprawled on the ground (and not wanting any further trouble, or a similar beat down), they retreated, like the cowards they truly were.

The dance-floor erupted in a cacophony of cheering and applause and even the DJ heard it from his booth but was unable to see what the commotion was all about through the masses huddled around their champion. But Sasuke didn’t want their praises. He wanted a band-aid…or a really strong drink and he cringed when he brought his fingers up to test the depth of the gash on his chest and arm. Fortunately, it wasn’t too deep but dammit, this was one of his better shirts and he drove a vengeful kick into the unconscious boy’s ribs. He got no satisfaction from it, however, because Kiba didn’t make a sound.

Sasuke scanned the room, the fluctuating lights making it easier for him to identify not-so-familiar faces and his opal orbs stopped on the bar where Neji was sitting regally with one leg crossed demurely over the other as he sipped from a straw in a glass of, what appeared to be a pina colada and looking very much like the cat that had caught the rubber mouse.

Sasuke closed the distance between them in a few, deliberate steps and as he approached, the pulchritudinous male set the drink aside and leaned back against the counter while using his elbows for support. Neji sent him a coquettish smile and his eyes shimmered playfully as they locked gazes with the man standing in front of him. They broke away then and slowly raked themselves over his body as he lifted one foot between his legs.

A shiver crept along the young hero’s spine as those eyes practically undressed and violated him where he stood and that foot inched higher, stroking the insides of his thigh until they met at his crotch and a needy groan bubbled at the back of the Uchiha’s throat as he nuzzled his shoe against his balls. Neji’s eyes snapped back up to Sasuke’s which were now shielded by half-closed lids and a naughty tongue appeared from between his pink mouth to lick hungrily at his lips.

Sasuke growled and slapped his leg away then grabbed him roughly by his wrist to drag him outside of the crowded night-club. Neji followed obediently, as if this man hadn’t just beat up his boyfriend, as if he didn’t even have a boyfriend because, by all rights, Sasuke had bested Kiba at his own foolish game and it was time to claim his prize.

They say (Aha, aha),
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,

He took him towards the back of the building and into the dimly lit car-park where couples already had the right idea and were getting hot and heavy inside the back seats of their vehicles or against grafittied walls. Sasuke was too impatient to take Neji back to his car so he threw him into the bonnet of the nearest one. The sound of his body colliding with the sheet metal echoed loudly in the still, night air and if it had an alarm it would have surely gone off.

Neji didn’t mind the rough treatment, in fact, he was pretty much used to it, but he could give as well as he received and when Sasuke moved to lean over him, he extended one leg and kicked him in his stomach.

What was with everyone trying to beat the crap out of him today?

Sasuke grunted loudly and stroked his throbbing abdomen. Now, not only did he have a tear and bloodstains on his three hundred and fifty dollar shirt but a filthy boot print as well.

“You think that was funny, you little bitch?” he asked when Neji sat up and began to laugh wickedly. Sasuke grabbed him by the ankles and yanked his legs hard, causing him to fall back against the bonnet again with another thud. He didn’t care if he’d dented it this time, didn’t care if anyone was watching them and calling the police to report, what appeared to be, a rape. Hell, he didn’t even care if Kiba snuck up on them right now and stabbed him in the back while his guard was down. The only thing he cared about was finally claiming Neji as his because he’d been looking forward to this moment for as long as he could remember.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters be mugging on me all night long,

Neji spread his legs in invitation, like a good little slut and Sasuke leaned over again, but when their hips touched he hissed loudly and ground his pelvis against the other man’s eliciting a soft moan from him. Just doing this would be enough to get him off. He was already so hard and he wanted Neji so badly that he nearly exploded in his jeans when the cock-tease began rocking his waist seductively against him and fondling his nipples through his tight shirt.

Sasuke couldn’t take it, watching him writhe and touching his body so shamelessly like that and he reached out to open Neji’s fly just as he dipped his head to take his lips in a needy kiss but it soon went flying to one side and his cheek suddenly stung as if a swarm of bees had attacked him.

The sound of the slap still rang loudly in his ears that he hardly heard Neji’s low and amused chuckling. “You’re a feisty, little minx aren’t you?” Sasuke growled and he grabbed the man by his smooth shoulders and tossed him onto his stomach. He crawled atop him to pin his legs against the car and the metal concaved and the vehicle dipped with the added weight. Sasuke kept him trapped beneath him while he fumbled with removing the belt and tugging the waist band down until he exposed two, powder-white cheeks and he gave each one a resounding smack as if to punish him for all the trouble he’d put him through so far.

Surprisingly, he was being well-behaved right now as he neither struggled nor attempted to attack Sasuke’s person in any manner but he still didn’t trust him and he kept one hand pressed firmly against his back to restrain him while he freed his erection from his pants with the other. The car creaked as he adjusted his position and guided the tip of his cock towards Neji’s entrance and once he was sure it was in place he moved his hand from the boy’s shoulders and fisted it in his hair, pressing the side of his head painfully hard against the bonnet, but it was nothing compared to the pain he felt when Sasuke entered him with a feral thrust, and Neji screamed at the top of his lungs as his insides expanded beyond the comfortable size it was accustomed to.

His body trembled in agony and he squeezed hard around the brutish intruder as if he were trying to dislodge it, but that only added to his discomfort and Sasuke did not give him the chance to get used to his immense size before he rammed into him again. Neji whimpered and the tears that stung at the corners of his eyes were nothing compared to the stinging inside him and he vainly tried to distract himself from that pain by biting his lower lip and clawing at the paint job.

They say (Aha, aha),
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

He knew he was being unreasonable and probably behaving no better than Kiba but even that thought was not enough to stop him from pounding into Neji’s tight ass so mercilessly. He felt so good. Better than he’d imagined, better than he’d even dared to dream and when the other man’s pained screams and throaty hiccups became high-pitched moans and pleasured mewls it soon escalated to an experience even greater than his fantasies.

“Fuck…yeah,” Neji whined through breathless pants. Either Sasuke had a change of heart and was being kind enough to stab his prostrate or he didn’t know what he was doing and was hitting it unintentionally. Neji wasn’t a masochist, not in the least, but rough and painful sex was the only sex he knew. He’d never had normal sex and by definition, this was normal for him but he could tell that Sasuke was different than his past lovers, even though his technique was the same and his suspicions were confirmed when he began to slow down and he released the grip he held in his hair so he could brush the damp strands aside and reveal that lovely back of his.

“God,” Sasuke whispered when he gazed at that soft skin and the river of perspiration that gathered along his spine.

What little anger he’d had left vanished as he looked upon this magnificent creature and from Neji’s position, he could do nothing to fan the flames of his rage and turn him into that rutting beast he was a moment ago. Now, in its place, was a passionate and altruistic lover who cared about his pleasure as much as his own and Neji was suddenly curious about this enigmatic persona.

His thrusts were coming much slower now and Neji found that is was possible to enjoy it even at such a speed. His mouth, tongue and fingers were now touching, licking and kissing parts of his body besides his nipples and his penis and Neji realized that it felt just as good and actually heightened the intimacy. He closed his mouth around the hyper-sensitive spot at nape of his neck and began to suckle gently upon it and the sounds that he was making now were a lot gentler on his throat and a lot more titillating on Sasuke’s ears.

You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louie Vitton, HG, and YSL
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA

He cupped Neji’s chin and tilted his head so they could finally kiss and he sighed with great contentment when Neji returned it with just as much fervor. Their tongues intertwined and slid against each other, thrusting deep and coaxing the other with tiny flicks but their open-mouthed kiss got so messy that their saliva dribbled down their chins and dripped in puddles atop the car.

Sasuke started to move again, his copious precum making the other man’s cavern as moist as his mouth and he slid in and out much easier this time. His thrusts were also more fluid now and he began a great rhythm that was not too fast or not too slow as he rocked his hips and ground his waist into Neji’s soft ass and their damp skin made wet, slapping noises as their perspiration tried to glue their bodies together.

Sasuke carefully lifted them both into a kneeling position atop the bonnet and he was careful not to lean back to far lest they fall off. One hand searched out a nipple beneath the tight tank-top and the other curled its fingers around his elegant member, moving his hand up as he pulled out and stroking it down as he shoved back in.

Even then, they didn’t stop kissing but when Neji’s orgasm was upon him he panted heavily, slack-jawed, with his tongue hanging out and breathed into Sasuke’s mouth. Sasuke continued to lap and his tongue and suck on it, drawing circles around the tip with his own but he withdrew and clamped his teeth together, hiding that delicious muscle behind them. He could tell his orgasm was rapidly approaching by the way his cock throbbed within his fist and his lascivious fluids dribbled over his fingers but when Neji started bucking uncontrollably against him and his ass tightened around him in preparation for the convulsions, Sasuke was brought right there on the edge with him.

“Haaahn…Sasuke!” he cried out and his body doubled over as he was assaulted by powerful spasms that shook him from head to toe. He must have squirted at least four times, Sasuke wasn’t sure because he came in six, hot bursts and was afraid that he wasn’t going to stop. His load was too much and whatever did not fit bubbled around the edge of Neji’s pink anus in a milky froth and dribbled down his leg.

“You…you know my name?” Sasuke asked after he’d taken large gulps of air to fill his lungs. Neji hadn’t quite caught his breath and had trouble hearing him over the blood pounding in his ears and he nodded his head.

“Kiba-,” and he had to stop to swallow and moisturize his dry throat. “Kiba told me…after he caught me staring at you. He thought it was funny…telling me your name and knowing that I’d never be able to scream it.”

Sasuke threw back his head and laughed and Neji’s body shook with his soft chuckling. It seemed they both ended up with exactly what they wanted while Kiba ended up with exactly what he deserved.

Sasuke helped Neji off the car and fixed his clothing since he couldn’t make use of his legs just yet and Sasuke was surprised he could offer any aid at all because the slightest movement made his head spin like a top. He had to lift Neji and carry him to his car, completely disregarding the sticky mess they’d made on the vehicle they’d just trysted upon.

“Where can I drop you off?” Sasuke asked as he gunned the engine, and it came to life with a dangerous roar.

“Kiba’s place,” Neji winced as Sasuke’s essence slipped out of him and stained his pants but he tried not to squirm too much because he was still very sore.

Sasuke frowned at his requested destination but said nothing as he maneuvered his car out of the parking area. After all that and he still wanted to go back to Kiba? It seemed as if that cocky bastard got the last laugh after all and, as if reading his thoughts, Neji smiled and placed a reassuring hand on the Uchiha’s knee.

“I just need to collect my things. It won’t take long” and he paused before hesitantly asking. “Umm…I’d like to stay with you for a while, if that’s okay?”

Sasuke checked the road before turning to face him and he placed his free hand atop Neji’s to give it a light squeeze then grinned before confidently declaring, “Babe, you can stay as long as you want.”

I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.

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