Sasuke hates rain. (-It reminds him far too much of That Day, and being wet...he hates being uncomfortable and he hates water for that reason. Sticky, uncomforting, too close, everywhere, under his skin, everywhere, everywhere-) Neji likes rain. His reasoning is strange (-but he finds some twisted comfort in it. It always seems to rain at funerals. Neji likes those too. Maybe it's being able to cry and pretend like it's for someone other than himself was nice. Maybe. And waking up with the blood being washed off the streets was comforting too.)
Sasuke can't breathe. (He is smothered, inhaling in the heavy rainfall and having the air sucked out of him greedily and a gentle fist being pressed between his lungs and legs-) Neji can't either. (Because he too is choking on the rain and Sasuke's tongue and maybe his own gluttonous desires.) Sasuke doesn't like kissing. (It is the long interval between sex and speech, and it never does much, never communicates, and it's far too extensive.) Neji doesn't like it either. (Sasuke's kisses are too masochistic. And Neji is also a masochist. He wants the pain too, selfish little Neji,)
But Neji is too late, (Sasuke is breaking every time they kiss.) And he doesn't like the rain. (-But maybe Neji is only respecting the demented masochism by giving Sasuke what he doesn't like. What makes him uncomfortable. What touches him everywhere-)
Stop.
No.
Stop.
No.
Stop.
No.
Fuck me.
Shut up.
(-But Neji doesn't like it either.)