AN: Okay, reading over this story...I've decided that I'll continue this story, but only after revising my chapters and changing a few things about certain characters. So, yeah, I'll also be working on chapter 8.
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Neji's lips were soft against Gaara's, It was gentle at first but then got rougher. Neji's tongue licked and pushed at Gaara's lips. It felt good. He never felt this sudden rush with the others. This Urge. Need. Want. He parted his lips for Neji, but what a mistake that was.
Neji's tongue was torturing him and very, very talented. He was teasing, then exploring, teasing again, then sucking. It slid in and out. Neji started sucking again, exploring, biting now. That need Gaara had suddenly grew more.
Neji said he had wanted him. It was only because Gaara was giving him pleasure. 'But he's pleasuring me? If he really wanted me he would have already taken me.' He hadn't even touched Gaara yet. Only kissing. Gaara wanted more. He wanted to feel flesh against flesh. He was patient though so he did the only thing he could do…kiss back. Mouth to mouth. Tongue on Tongue. 'Air…I need to breath at some point right?' Neji must have read his mind because he started slowly pulling away.
They laid there for a while breathing heavily. Although Gaara thought he was panting more like a dog. He was tired already and only by french kissing. The silence was then broken by a soothing calm voice, "Looks like someone's excited."
Breathless and speechless. That's what Neji did to him. Only making him wonder as he looked into those beautiful white eyes. 'I want more…I want more of those exciting kisses. Those sweet. Deadly. Poisonous Kisses.'
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"Hello?!" a blond blue eyed boy shouted in what he thought was an empty apartment. He started to walk around the apartment. He then stopped in front of what he assumed was the bathroom. The shower was running. There was someone in the apartment. The shower was then shut off. Footsteps were heard.
'Probably some old ass perverted bastard,' the blond thought. He quickly but quietly walked towards the front door. He reached for the knob only to stop suddenly by a cold cool voice, "Who the hell are you?"
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AN: Hm, not much of a HUGE difference there...Meh.
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