Neji's Birthday

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The Dress

I honestly don't know why I go through all this trouble for him. Maybe it's because I can relate to him. We're so similar… We could trade bodies and no one would know the difference.

Speaking of bodies, mine is currently in a dress. Yeah, that's right. I, Uchiha Sasuke, am wearing a dress. I rely on the fact that he'll be the only one who will know who I am.

Him. Hyuuga Neji. I used to think terribly of him. He was 'that stuck up, fate-obsessed, rich, girly dude'. But now, that's all a distant memory. He's so similar to me… It's pretty scary, actually.

He better like his birthday present. Yeah. I'm dressed up in a dress, a modest black dress, mind you, but still a dress, for Neji's birthday. Neji, who just so happens to be my secret lover.

The floor creaked slightly, and I instantly recognized the feel of Neji's chakra. I swallowed and tried not to hold my breath as he paused at the door.

He opened the door, and stared straight at me. I would almost say through me, but he was also looking at me. Was that a good thing?

"Happy birthday." I said nervously. Did he like it?

"I like the wrapping paper." he said, smirking evilly. I let out the breath I had tried not to hold. He walked slowly forward. I looked slightly up to meet his eyes. Those eyes… They were called white, but it was more like pale lavender. You could only tell when you were close to him, when you could fell his breath, and your nose was millimeters from his.

Suddenly, his lips were on mine, a beautiful, burning presence. His hands snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. The pink lipstick I had had such a hard time with was brushed briefly by his tongue. I opened my mouth obligingly.

The hot, moist warmth that was his tongue bumped deliciously against mine. On any other day, I would have fought him for the position of seme, but today I didn't. It wouldn't make sense, seeing as I was wearing a dress. I reached slightly up, wrapping my arms around his neck and enjoying the silky feel of his hair, so different from the gelled flat presence mine always was.

One of his hands started moving. It came around to my stomach, dancing lightly across the dress. The dress that I would rather not be there. The hand stopped just above where I wanted it, teasing. It found the ribbon in the front, and pulled lightly. At the same time, he sucked lightly on my tongue, causing a wonderful shiver to run down my spine as I moaned into his mouth.

He smirked lightly and pulled away. I held in a groan at the loss of his mouth. "I never knew," he whispered seductively in my ear, his hot breath sending another shiver down my spine and an area best left unmentioned throb. "That you were the type to cross dress."

I would've replied, when he licked my ear, and slid a hand up the opening that appeared when the ribbon was pulled. His hand traced patters on my burning flesh. I moaned to the touch.

He started tracing similar patterns with his tongue, moving down my neck slowly, so slowly. I tilted my head to give his better access. Damn it, I hated how easily he could manipulate me. …not that I particularly minded…

His tongue reached the black collar. "What's this?" he asked, still using that damned seductive voice. "A col—Ah!" He nipped at one of the sensitive spots on my neck, sending another hot shiver to run down my spine.

The hand that had slipped into the opening of at the waist had progressed up rather slowly, but it seemed to be at its destination now. He tweaked my left nipple, causing me to arch into the touch and cry out again.

"You're pretty loud, today." He breathed hotly in my ear. I pouted. I knew he liked it, and it was his birthday, but I still wished I could restrain myself from the embarrassing noises at least a bit.

He started sucking on the same spot he had just recently nipped, marking me as his. I bit my lip in attempt to muffle the moan he drew from me. The hand massaged the nipple it had been playing with, sending ripples of warmth down my body.

His mouth moved down from the mark it had created, swirling wetly over my skin to the blue strap on my right shoulder.

Using his tongue, he pulled the strap down over my shoulder, causing the dress to become lopsided. His tongue swirled over its new play area sensually, bringing a moan out of me.

His warm mouth continued across me, occasionally stopping to nip me. Gods, I loved this. Soon the other strap was gone, too. He smirked. The hand that had been behind me, pretty much holding me up moved suddenly, and before I knew it, he was carrying me bridal style into the bedroom.

Next thing I knew, I was lying on the bed, and he was above me, kissing me fiercely. Then I felt the cold air against my burning skin, and gasped into his mouth.

A few minutes later, I realized I was now totally nude as I felt a pianist's finger gently brush against my burning cock. I half-gasped, half-moaned as the fingers lightly brushed against my manhood, teasing.

During a brief pause in his teasing, I registered that it wasn't fair that I be totally nude while he was still wearing everything he had been at the beginning. I reached for the zipper on his sweater and pulled, opening the garment and giving me a beautiful view of his finely muscled torso. He got the message and smirked, pulling away briefly to remove his clothing.

I watched with fascination as more and more of his skin became visible. Once he was wearing nothing, he came back, leaning over me, eyes bright with lust.

He kissed me, more of an attack, a warning, than anything else. I knew that if I was going to become seme, this would be a good time to make my move, but somehow, I didn't really want to.

He left my mouth then, traveled down my jaw line, and reached the collar. He found the clasp, and began undoing it with his tongue. It was such a sexy feeling, his hot mouth there, his tongue dancing sensually over that small area of my neck. When the collar was off, he sucked on my skin, leaving another mark.

Then he went on, his tongue swirling on my skin, leaving a trail of saliva as he continued to one of my nipples, nipping it, causing me to cry out, then sucking gently, drawing a moan.

When he was done with that one, he bit it quickly and moved on to the next one, giving it the same treatment. I had no clue what I wanted anymore. On one hand, this felt absolutely great, and sent waves of heat down to pool in my lower stomach, but on the other hand, I wanted him to stop teasing and fuck me.

In the end, I just squirmed under his tongue, moaning lightly as he licked down towards my belly button. When he got there, he dipped his tongue in sensually, leaving a generous amount of saliva, before heading even lower. I knew what came next, and it took every ounce of concentration I could muster not to buck my hips in anticipation. I couldn't prevent myself from moaning and shivering, though.

Suddenly, his moist mouth was on me, causing all my efforts not to cry out to be in vain. I cried out and squirmed as his mouth worked on me, first running his tongue up the bottom of my shaft, then taking just the head into his mouth and sucking hard, causing me to cry out again, but at least I wasn't screaming. His tongue swirled over me, and I arched into the touch.

I hadn't noticed him getting the lube we kept for such occasions, but a slick finger slid into me. I winced at the unexpected pain, but as he moved the finger deeper, I felt nothing but pleasure. His tongue ran over my cock again. I moaned loudly and glared at him. He was doing this on purpose!

The first finger slid out, only to come back with another. At the same time, he took more of me into his mouth. I thrust into his mouth, then back to meet the fingers that felt so good, now. My body was confused. His mouth on me and his fingers in me both felt so good!

"St—Ah!" At the same time as the third finger entered me, he deep-throated me. I cried out loudly, and white spots clouded my vision as I came into his mouth. Damn! I usually lasted longer than that! He grinned evilly as he swallowed my cum, licking me off.

"So soon?" he teased me. I glared at him. He scissored me gently, preparing me. His skilled tongue made short work of getting me hard again, licking, nipping, and sucking on my manhood.

But just as I was perfectly hard again, he pulled away. I frowned at the lack of warmth. "Ready?" he asked. He might love to tease me, but he would never hurt me. He was the only person in the village that I really trusted.

I nodded. He got into position, and pushed in. I winced against the pain, telling myself that it would be nothing but pleasure soon. He stopped once he was in to the hilt, giving me time to adjust.

I concentrated on relaxing. I knew I had to be ready soon, or he would fuck me without me being ready.

"I'm ready." I whispered huskily to him. He started with a slow rhythm, getting me used to it. Then he hid my sweet spot, causing me to scream as my vision went white. He went faster, hitting my sweet spot each time.

I cried out, not knowing how loud I was or if Neji would hear me. I raised my hips to meet each thrust. His hand came around, pumping my cock in time to his thrusts.

I screamed his name as I came, pulling him over the edge with me. He bit my shoulder, hard, as he came, muffling his cry.

He thrust lightly a few more times and came to a halt, pulling out of me and collapsing to one side.

"Happy birthday." I whispered as I fell into a deep sleep.