Heyyyy.
I got a story request.
Soso... I wrote it.
It's unbeta'd, so excuse any grammatical errors.
It's also my first ever Lemon, so be nice.
D:

If You're not interested in the lemon, the first seven pages are about Gaara's hell visit to the airport.
XD
It's quite funny and a true story, aside from the frisking by the security (I was just given a pat down) and the yummy sex at the end.
Plus Delta lost my luggage at the end of it too.
!angry noises!


Gaara, for the most part, was not impressed with Delta Air at the moment.

His flight had been delayed, his flight had been canceled after he waited for eight fucking hours, then, 'for your convenience' he was re-routed to Chicago, and was scheduled to fly to Utah shortly after his arrival, then the next day in Utah, there would be a flight available to go to New York. What the fuck? He needed to get to New York, why in the hell was he being re-routed to Utah? That was the complete, opposite direction he needed to go. And it didn't help when he had thrown his cell phone at the giant screen that displayed the flights and times, thus reducing his electronic to a piece of broken wire and cracked plastic.

His mood had already been sour when he had reached the gate. Apparently, he looked like a terrorist, and apparently trench coats made you a bomb carrier. Gaara was pissed off enough that he had to go and visit his brother and sister, but for security to fucking ask him to follow them into the backroom did nothing to improve his mood. After they had searched his bags and broke half of the shit in there because they 'need to confirm the status of the bag', they had the audacity to ask Gaara to strip. Now, if you knew Gaara well, that would have been the last thing you would have asked him. Gaara didn't like his body, that's why he wore so many goddamn layers of clothing. But noooo the goddamn security wanted to fucking frisk him.

It just went downhill from there. After Gaara had spat 'No.' at their faces, they began to tell him that he would not be able to board the plane if he did not consent to a full body check. At this point, Gaara was about to commit homicide. He knew he couldn't just not go to New York. His sister would have a cow and personally send him a bomb in the mail. Then Gaara tried to reason with them. Why would a twenty one year old boy that had no muscle or motive try to hijack a plane? But of course, why didn't Gaara see this coming, he didn't know, but they took it as an admission that he was planning to. Gaara nearly punched them in the face in irritation.

Again, Gaara tired to reason with them desperately wanting to keep his dignity intact. He gave multiple reasons as to why they shouldn't even need to do it. However, it was then that they pulled out the trump card. 'If you're so innocent, why are you so adamant about the check?' Gaara was so angry.

Deciding that the quickest way out of this situation was just to let them go on their unnecessary power trip, Gaara consented, but not in the friendliest manner. Kneeling down to unfasten his giant buckle up, commando boots that went all the way up to the knee, Gaara began to unfasten his shoes in the most pissed off manner imaginable. Without his shoes, Gaara stood a good foot shorter than the rapis-… security officers. Gaara shot the security an intense glare as he unfastened the many straps and buckles his trench coat adorned. That took another good ten minutes. Throwing his heavy coat to the floor on top of his shoes, he began to unbutton his black, long sleeve button-down formal shirt. Gaara purposely started to slow down his undressing. He was not eager to begin the goddamn 'body check'.

Gaara nearly snarled at them when they had began to poke through his shoes and trench coat. 'Get the fuck away from that! You've destroyed everything else of importance to me, don't you dare fucking ruin that coat.' Gaara growled at them. That coat was his favorite thing he owned. At Gaara's murderous look, they handled the coat more gently than before. Gaara threw his nice shirt to the floor in anger, and then lifted up the black, long sleeve, skin tight, undershirt off of his frail body. He threw that to the ground too. At the security's question of why he wore so many layers, Gaara just growled and refused to answer. He was so not in the mood for small talk. Hell, he was never in the mood for small talk. Gaara unclipped his hanging suspenders from the edge of his pants with quick, calculated pinches, he threw those to the ground too. Gaara was getting slightly more nervous as his clothes dropped to the floor. This wasn't going to be pleasant.

Gaara began to slowly unfasten one of his three belts, letting them slide to the floor one by one. Gaara sighed with pent up frustration as he resigned himself to this goddamn 'security measure'. Hooking his thumbs into his long black pants, he slid them to the floor. Gaara felt the cool air uncomfortably prick his skin. Gaara sighed yet again, and hooked his thumbs into his black boxers and slid those to the ground too. Now, these boxers were slightly large on him, and he wore them a lot, but what the security guards weren't expecting was there to be some black boxer-briefs underneath that item of clothing. Gaara sent a glare there way when one of them rolled their eyes in exasperation. What could Gaara say? He liked his layers.

Once Gaara was completely naked the security had checked every crevice of his body--not that Gaara hadn't snapped at them from time to time, or told them to get bent whenever they said what they were going to do before they did it. Now, when Gaara said every crevice, he meant every crevice. It wasn't painful as they said it would be, but maybe that was because Gaara was often on the receiving end of gay sex. Not that Gaara had said anything. But once the check was over, Gaara was severely pissed off. He had been 'clean' like he had said in the mother fucking beginning. The security didn't even have the grace to look apologetic about delaying him.

So, after Gaara had scrambled out of the goddamn room, only in his undershirt and pants, holding all of his shit in his hands, he was super pissed. It also didn't help that he needed to re-dress in front of the security checkout, in front of a very long, very curious line of people. Meticulously placing on every single item of clothing properly, he had wasted a good hour of his time. He had probably missed his flight he thought with an angry growl. Once all of his shit was placed back on his body, he stomped over to his gate, and was met with the current news of the delay.

Gaara felt a little grateful that the airlines sucked ass, so he hadn't missed his flight. However, as you have read, things just got even worse.

Gaara picked up his broken piece of shit phone and pocketed it with a scowl, ignoring the shocked looks people were giving him. Gaara then tromped across the entire fucking airport to get to the other gate that he would be flying to Chicago from. Needless to say, Gaara's anger just grew.

Scowling, Gaara sat in the leather seat of shittyness, waiting for his plane to begin boarding… which was in four hours. Gaara reached into his pocket to get his red iPod to listen to some music to soothe his rampant emotions, when his fingers contacted the cool metal, Gaara sighed. Plucking the little device out of his pocket, he swept his thumb over it to turn it on… but nothing happened. Letting a frown grace his features for about the umpteenth time that day, he pressed the device again-- still receiving no answer. It was dead.

"Fuck." Gaara swore, throwing the mp3 back into his pocket. He crossed his arms in irritation and closed his eyes, maybe he could get a small nap in before his long, dragged out flight out into the middle of fucking nowhere. Just as he began to relax, a loud cry sounded in his ear. Gaara's eyes snapped open and zeroed-in on the goddamn thing that was making that horrendous sound.Spotting a woman holding a shrieking baby, Gaara felt a murderous intent was over him. Somebody is going to die. Gaara thought viciously. He let his ice green eyes stare a hole into the wall, trying to ignore the loud, obnoxious, whining baby.

After a long, torturous four hour wait of listening to a baby cry, his plane started to board. He gave a soft sigh of relief, but it flared into anger when he heard the mother say softly to herself 'Oops! This is the wrong gate!' and scurry out of the terminal. Gaara growled in anger, scaring a great many people around him. However a waving flight attendant caught his attention. She was waving him over.

Oh shit. What did he do now? He thought to himself as he stomped over to her.

"What?" Gaara said in a very angry, very malicious tone. The woman gave a reluctant smile before saying:

"I noticed you seemed stressed. We had a first class passenger not show up today. How would you like to take their place?" She said with a smile, holding up a boarding pass with the little phrase 'First Class' at the top.

"I could fucking kiss you." Gaara said seriously, eyeing the ticket she held up. The woman giggled nervously before typing something into her computer, asking his name, and then giving him the ticket.

Gaara felt appeased for all of four seconds before striding back into the boarding line. He went up to the woman that was taking tickets and she shot him a weird look.

"May I see some ID?" She asked with a condescending tone in her voice. Gaara growled before dipping his hand into his pocket and extracting an ID with his scowling face printed on it with all of his information on the side. She suddenly giggled.

"You're a donor?" She asked, giving him back the little card of plastic. He swiped the identification out from her Barbie pink painted nails, pocketing the little card.

"Anything but the face." He ground out his usual reply to that question, waiting for her to let him pass. She giggled, letting him pass. Gaara didn't let it slide that she was so rude to him, but then when he was a confirmed first class passenger, she let him in with a fake smile and a giggle. Stomping down the slanted terminal, he sharply turned into the plane entrance, trying slide by the over-friendly flight attendant. He could fucking read, he didn't need to be told here seat 4D was, they were fucking labeled.

Walking over to the aisle he was supposed to sit in, he flung his small carry on bag into the overhead bin, and sat down with a huff next to some guy talking on his cell phone. The man in question suddenly snapped his phone shut and turned to Gaara.

Oh fuck… a talker. Gaara thought bitterly.

"Rough time?" The man asked quietly, running a hand through his long hair, making Gaara nervous about his own red hair.

"You could say that." Gaara said lightly, but inside he was seething. This had got to be one of the worse flight experiences in his life. Luckily, the man seemed to notice his furious mood and backed off for a bit. However, soon after they had been taxi-ing around on the runway for a whole goddamn hour, he spoke up.

"I'm Neji Hyuuga, of Hyuuga Industries. Who might you be?" He asked politely, letting his hand stretch out to shake Gaara's.

"Gaara no Subaku. Severely pissed off passenger." Gaara gave a slight smirk at his own, self-proclaimed title. He let his hand brush the Neji-guy's hand softly, before pulling away. Neji looked like he was about to say something, but his phone rang, and he decided to pick it up instead.

"Hello?" Gaara turned away, uninterested in the man's conversation. However, the man's voice penetrated his ear.

"I ordered the parts yesterday, did you not get them?"

Silence.

"Are you kidding me? I don't have time for this, talk to me when my flight is over, I'm going to Chicago as we speak."

More silence.

"No, I'm not 'screwing around' right now. Don't call me back. I'll call you." What was an obvious dismissal ended the conversation, and the business man snapped his phone shut with an angered sigh. The white eyed man turned back to Gaara with a smirk.

"Sorry about that, I'm kind of important to the company." Whether these words were supposed to impress him, or if it was just a simple statement, Gaara didn't care, he wasn't impressed in the least.

"That's nice." He said shortly, looking out of the window. He just wished the goddamn plane would take off already. The young man that Gaara had just met seemed put off by his short answers and all around disinterest at what he was saying.

"You seem pissed. Why?" Neji asked Gaara. Gaara was beginning to get annoyed. Why did the mother fucker not take a hint?

"Alright." Gaara started, turning sharply to his new pray, "I'll tell you why I want to commit homicide right now." With a deep breath, Gaara started to lay into Neji, "First, I get here to visit my siblings whom I don't even like, who live in New York. Then, I get to security and they seemed to think that I was some sort of terrorist, my dignity is laying on the floor somewhere in a backroom of the security offices in this airport. After violating me, they pushed me out of the room and I spent twenty fucking minutes trying to get all of my clothes back on, then I get to my gate and the fucking tell me my flight has been delayed.

"After waiting for an hour and a half, they let out the information that my flight had been canceled due to some bullshit reason. And then, it gets ever better, they re-route me for 'my convenience' to fucking Chicago, then to Utah, where I will have to spend the night, only to have them fly me all the way to New York. My phone is broken because I threw it at the teleprompter, and then I find out that the fucking flight to Chicago, that I didn't even want to take, is on the other side of the goddamn airport. So, I make my way all the fucking way to the gate, only to sit there for four hours with a crying baby, whose mother was at the wrong terminal to begin with, but only noticed this after her baby had made my eardrums bleed for four hours.

"Then, the plane finally starts to board, and some bimbo makes me exchange my coach seat to a first class seat, making me sit next to the most talkative person on the goddamn planet, when all I want to do is either sleep, or let out some tension. Happy?" Gaara finished his rant, taking a deep breath. He felt some of his frustration slip away due to his intense speech.

"Wow. That sucks. But I thought that they couldn't take minors into the backrooms for security checks…"

Oh fuck no. He did not just say that. Gaara though, seeing red.

"I'm twenty one, you whore!" Gaara yelled, positively seething. He knew he was short and small, but that didn't mean the man could rub it in! Gaara crossed his arms in a huff.

"Oh. My mistake." The business man said, eyes widening.

"Yea. Big mistake." Gaara said irritably, looking out the window, noticing that they were gaining speed. They were taking off. Finally. Gaara turned to look forward, but caught the eye of a curious blonde person looking over the back of his seat. Gaara narrowed his eyes at the guy and growled. But the stupid guy just smiled like an idiot and waved.

"What." It wasn't a question. It was a harsh statement, meant to scare, not to pull a response from the moron. But alas, Gaara had not taken into account that they guy was an idiot.

"Hiyas!" The blonde man said, "I hope your flight gets better!" And with that idiotic statement the blonde turned around in his seat, facing forward like a normal person again. Goddamn eavesdropper. Gaara grunted in response and looked out the window.

Once they had reached cruising altitude, the seatbelt light turned off, and a flight attendant strolled into the first class section asking if anyone needed anything. Gaara hastily replied, cutting Neji off:

"Wine. Now." Gaara needed a drink badly. The flight attendant gave him a smile and asked for his ID. Stuffing his hand into his pocket for the millionth time that day, he extracted his ID.

"Wow. You look young for you're age." She said lightly, giving the identification card back and returning with a small bottle of wine and one of those stupid plastic wine glasses. Gaara pushed the stupid plastic cup away and just started to drink out of the little miniature bottle. After a few minutes the alcohol was gone and he was asking for another.

"You drink a little fast for a novice drinker." Neji said lightly next to him, sipping a small soda water. Gaara turned to him with a slight scowl.

"Whoever said I was a 'novice' drinker?"

"Aren't you twenty one?" Neji asked curiously.

"Yes."

"Then that means you have just started to drink." Neji seemed so sure of himself, that Gaara just had to burst this guy's bubble.

"You really think I began to drink when it was legal? Sweetie, I've been drinking since I was fourteen." Gaara said condescendingly, drinking from the wine bottle again, licking his lips. He called the flight attendant back again.

"I'm an alcoholic, not Ken from Barbie. Do you have anything bigger?" He said with an irritated tone. The flight attendant looked slightly offended, before she shook her head and offered to bring him two bottles at a time instead of one. Gaara just nodded his head in consent with a small 'thank you', before turning away and drinking some more out of the stupid little bottle. Neji chuckled next to him, amused by Gaara's statement.

"What? It's the truth." Gaara said with a frown, drinking more out of the little bottle.

"Is this what you meant by 'relieve tension'?" Neji asked with a curious tone. Gaara smirked. Leaning to the side, he whispered into his fellow passengers ear:

"Not even close…" Neji blushed slightly at Gaara's tone, understanding now what Gaara meant by 'relieve tension'. The long haired man gulped and whispered back:

"Can I help you with that?" Gaara leaned back in surprise. He honestly didn't think that the man would offer, and that he would have to go and find someone in Utah, when he had to stay the night there, on the streets that he would have to pay. Gaara let a slow smirk bleed onto his face.

"Haha, you go first, I'll meet you in a few minutes." Gaara whispered back, watching the other man stand up and sashay his way down to the back bathrooms where there would be no nosey flight attendants to hear. Gaara returned the wink that was sent his was when the other man went into the stall. Gaara sighed, downing the rest of his wine, telling the attendant that he wouldn't be needing anymore for a while. Gaara began to take off his trench coat, sensing that it would get in the way. He threw the coat onto his seat when he stood up, exactly seven minutes after Neji had left, and waltzed to that very stall that he had seen the man disappear in. Gaara quickly looked around with his 'perrifs', and deeming that it was safe, quickly went in, locking the door so that it made the little sign that said 'occupied' click on.

"Hey." Gaara said softly to the man that was leaning on the counter where the poor excuse for a sink was. Gaara leaned up to the man, whispering the the obviously aroused man's ear.

"If we are going to do this, I'm bottom. No excuses." Apparently the other man thought this to be sexy because he let out a muffled moan at the words. Gaara smirked. Neji nodded reverently, reaching down to slowly unbutton Gaara's black shirt, chuckling when he found another shirt below that.

"Layered much?" He teased, letting his hands push up the shirt so that it was almost under Gaara's chin. Gaara growled.

"Hurry up and fucking do something." Deciding that he didn't like to hear such ugly things come out of such a pretty mouth, Neji leaned down and captured said mouth in a heavy kiss. Neji let his tongue explore the slighter mans wet, hot mouth. Neji gasped softly as he tasted sweet wine on the others lips. He slithered his tongue all around Gaara's mouth, before flicking over the other tongue present. He decided he liked the taste of the other man greatly, especially when the natural taste of the man was heightened with the tang of wine. Gaara's tongue suddenly came to life, and came out to play with Neji's. Letting their tongue's fight, he let his hands slide up Gaara's sides, stroking the soft skin.

Neji smirked into the kiss when he heard Gaara gasp quietly. Neji had just decided to lather some attention on Gaara's soft pink nipples. He tweaked them and softly pulled them, loving the sounds he could pull from his prey. He let his nail scrape over the tip of one a little too harshly than he meant to. But instead of the protest he expected, a low moan escaped from Gaara's mouth.

"Again…" Gaara pleaded, arching against Neji. Neji smirked. So this one liked it rough? Perfect. Neji pulled away from the very wet kiss, letting a small shiny string of saliva linger between their mouths, only broken when Gaara licked his lips earnestly. Cursing the tight turtle neck under-shirt, Neji leaned down to lather some attention on the boy's chest instead. He let his tongue harshly stroke the red-head's sternum, right between his pert nipples. Which reminded him… Neji guided his tongue over to one of Gaara's hard, pink nipples and licked roughly. Gaara moaned loudly, which caused a spark of worry to erupt in Neji's stomach, making him fling one of his available hands to cover the blackened-eyed boy's mouth. Giving the red-head a warning look, Neji went back to the boy's wet, pert nipple that he left in his haste.

He latched his mouth back onto it, letting his tongue circle around the tip, before sucking hard. Gaara let out a muffled cry of pleasure, which spurred Neji on to bite the little pink nub. The hands on Neji's shoulders tightened considerably. Neji smiled into Gaara's chest and slowly started to soothe the bright nub that he had tortured. Pulling back slightly, Neji blew on the now red nipple. Gaara's hands tightened again on his shoulders. Neji went over to the other small, rosy nub to do the same treatment he had lathered onto the other.

By the time Neji was done with Gaara's chest, the red haired boy was shivering uncontrollably with pleasure. Gaara looked down upon the long haird man and mumbled something incoherently.

"Need something?" Neji questioned with a smirk. Gaara growled.

"Either you fuck me, or suck me then fuck me. Your call." The red ead was impatient. He had a bad day and he just needed to feel good, whether it was in an airplane washroom or a shady motel, he just fucking needed it. Neji almost wanted to laugh at the others eagerness, but complied with the request.

"I want to do a number of things to your body, but seeing as this is only a three hour flight, and there is only an hour and a half left, I can't do everything I wish." and with that statement leaving Neji's lips, he licked a path down to Gaara's belly button, which he stalled at for a while, extracting moans and breathy sounds of pleasure from the one that was now above him. Gaara seemed to like where this was heading, so Neji grasped the other boy's hips with both hands and nudged the belts down around Gaara's knees with his nose.

Once the pesky belts were out of the way, Neji leaned in and breathed a heavy wave of air on the slowly growing bulge in front of his face. Taking the cold zipper in between his teeth, Neji slowly unzipped Gaara's black pants, letting them open wide and slightly slip down the redhead's hips. Smirking, Neji leaned in and mouthed the bulge beneath the boxers. Gaara let out a keening noise, which he stifled with his own hands, letting his two rings clank together. Neji pulled down the boxers with his teeth, only to be presented with boxer briefs underneath.

"What the hell?" Neji said up to Gaara with a playful raise of his eyebrow. Gaara just huffed and turned his face away from Neji's gaze. Neji just chuckled to himself before pulling the slightly moist boxer briefs down too, half expecting another layer, but was pleasantly surprised when he was presented with a dark red nest of curls, and a hot, pulsing, slightly dripping cock.

"Hmm, so you're a natural redhead." Neji said playfully, but before Gaara could protest, Neji deftly licked the tip with his tongue, swiping away the slippery precum, and replacing it with just as slippery saliva. Gaara let his head fall back as Neji set to work. The long haired man took in the very tip, letting his wet, pink lips wrap around Gaara just below where the foreskin started. He swept his tongue across the slit and circled within the foreskin, causing Gaara to cry out into his hand, and clutch the poor excuse of a sink behind him. Neji slowly started taking more of Gaara into his mouth, quickly pulling back and hollowing his cheeks out when he did, only to plunge his mouth back down further. Gaara began shaking violently. It felt so good. It was so warm and moist, and tight in Neji's mouth. He didn't want it to end.

Neji decided that his little party down here should stop, so they could get to better things. Deep-throating the shaft suddenly, and swallowing around the length, Neji hummed softly, before letting the still hard shaft slip from his mouth. Gaara nearly screamed with pleasure, and almost smacked the other man for stopping. That had felt so good damnit. Neji stood back up and leaned to whisper into the redhead's ear:

"I don't suppose you have any lube?" This is where Gaara decided to smirk.

"Actually…" Gaara said, panting, he reached down and retrieved a little tube of lotion from his back pocket. He sometimes had dry hands so he always carried some around with him. "I think this will work just fine."

Neji swiftly took the little tube from Gaara's deft fingers and gave a small smirk of approval. Signaling Gaara to turn around, Neji slid the three hems over the delicious curve of Gaara's ass, making the pants pool around his knees with his belts. Gaara leaned slightly over the small counter and let his tattooed forehead lean against the cool, but slowly fogging up, mirror. Coating two fingers with lotion, Neji pressed his fingertips on Gaara's entrance.

"You've done this before, right?" He asked, needing to get a sense of how hard he could go.

"I've don't this so many times that you would be surprised. Now hurry up and fuck me damnit." Gaara said, impatiently pushing his hips back, impaling himself on Neji's slick fingers. Gaara moaned at the intrusion, and Neji hummed at the tightness clenching around his digits. Slowly retracting his fingers, Neji pushed them back in quickly and an angle, trying to find the slimmer boy's prostate. After a few wiggling motions, he found it. Gaara gasped loudly as he felt his sensitive bundle of nerves stroked.

"…again…" Gaara panted. He wanted more, but he knew he needed to be stretched properly beforehand. He felt Neji comply with his order, feeling the other boy's fingers twist, piston, and rub his insides, causing Gaara's nerves to spark and tingle, making it feel as if every nerve was on fire with pleasure. Neji slowly added a third finger to Gaara's little pucker. Neji began to stretch his new partner even more. Gaara was getting impatient. It wasn't like he was a virgin, besides, he liked it when it burned slightly.

"Just do it already." Gaara ground out, wanting to be full. Neji let his forehead rest in between Gaara's shoulder blades before taking out his own member from his pants, that had been straining inside his boxers for a while. He quickly lathered his thick cock in lotion before he held the tip to Gaara's entrance. At Gaara's quick nod of the head, he pushed in fast. However instead of just thrusting in right after the intrusion, he gave Gaara some time to adjust. Just what Gaara didn't want.

"Move." Gaara said, breathy sounds escaping his lips, savoring the slight burn that came with the intrusion. He loved that little spike of pain, that slow bruising sensation that he always craved for during sex. Neji's eyebrows went up in surprise, however instead of lingering on any particular thought, he started to move, and holy god did it feel good to Gaara. Rocking his hips back onto Neji, he helped create a steady rhythm, which escalated into a frenzy of strokes, each trying to get closer to release, each climbing the ladder of pleasure with more and more speed. Neji began to hit Gaara's prostrate and that was his undoing. Gaara cried out a muffled moan and began to rock his body back onto Neji's, trying to ride his from behind, needing more friction. Neji reached around Gaara's trim waist and started to stroke the redhead with rough pulls. Gaara suddenly came with a muffled cry, letting his hips jerk and spasm with the aftershocks. This caused a chain reaction with Neji, whose shaft was being squeezed from within Gaara, and the white-eyed man came with a cry, jerking his hips forward, burying himself into Gaara's pert ass.

After the afterglow had misted away, Gaara slowly pulled himself off of Neji, who pulled the other way as well. Grabbing paper towels, Gaara slowly cleaned himself, wincing when the rough paper towels rubbed against his tender ass. Likewise, Neji was cleaning himself with the paper towels that he had grabbed from Gaara's little pile he had pulled out from the little dispenser. Once they were both clean, they redressed themselves, making themselves presentable. Turning around to face Neji, Gaara looked up at the long haired man and gave him a long, opened mouthed kiss.

"Thanks." And with that parting word, he left the stall and waltzed back to his seat, where he asked for another bottle of wine and put his black trench coat back on.


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