Artistic Youthfulness
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Also, Steve Irwin isn't mine.
A/N: I blame Felix for this one. Solely and completely.
Okay, I blame myself a little. But mostly him. :glares:
Summary: Crack pairing, SaiLee. Why, oh WHY did Tsunade ever send them on a mission together? Neji's seen horrors to shake most people his age, but it's their youthfulness that really scares him.
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"Oh, Sai-kun…"
"Mmmm…Lee…"
"Ahhhh! Oh, yes, there…"
"Oh, Lee!"
Neji dove into his pillow to try and stop the words from reaching his mind to form (heaven forbid) images. It was just too dark to see, but he knew for a fact that something very unprofessional was going down on the forest floor where they'd camped.
Dark, enticing locks fell into darker eyes blazing with lust. A pale hand curled in his hair and a moan escaped the cherry colored lips as the other brunet groped him.
"Ooooh… that feels good…"
Neji was not thinking about this; Neji was not thinking about this, Neji was not thinking about this…
A hot mouth eased over his to muffle the soft huffing sounds he was making, and a talented hand worked to free the erection that pressed against those irksome clothes. A knee pushed up into his stomach, only serving to fuel his passion, and Lee whimpered.
"Oh, Sai-kun, a little lower…"
Neji thrashed about in his pathetic little cocoon of a sleeping bag, trying to get them to stop without actually suggesting that he'd been listening, but it seemed useless…
"God, Lee, do that again…"
Fingers played over his tight hole, and he retaliated by rubbing himself against his cock, his tongue swirling patterns on his collar bone. Sai nipped along his jaw line, and Lee groaned loudly
"Ohhhhhhh…."
Twisting to better access the male, rubbing his hands over that beautiful pale torso and over that firm ass…
Neji gave up the fight. He knew a lost cause when he saw it. His brain zipped into overdrive, eager to scar him for life—
He spread the lube over his fingers and inserted a hand between those pale, splayed legs. Lee was reminded of the fact that fist could be a verb and Sai entered him in a giddy rush of arousal, and both of them felt the rush of feelings that come with being so intimately connected with another person, but the desire to express those feelings was squashed by the need to orgasm…
"Oh, LEE!"
The artist came in a rollicking spasm of ecstasy, and Lee toppled over the edge of oblivion shortly after with a muffled shriek, spurting semen over their stomachs and leaving a seductive mess…
The Hyuuga winced. Was it too late to switch careers? Apparently there was a vacancy for the position of Crocodile Hunter Guy. Shinobi training would make that easier, wouldn't it?
"You give the best foot massages ever, Sai-kun."
"And you really know how to give a shoulder rub."
Hot. Damn. Toast on a pair of underpants.
"Good night, Lee."
"Good night, Sai-kun."
And all of a sudden, Neji was the pervert in the scene.
It was oddly unsettling.
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:gives Felix a noogie: You have to stop putting these ideas in my head!
P.S. Extra snuggly virtu-hug for anyone who spots the Bloodhound Gang reference.
