Of Brothers and Lovers
Disclaimer: I just own Naruto.
Rating: umm... SLIGHT nc-17 for this chappy. more like 15+
Pairings: MAIN GaaraxItachixSasuke. IN THIS CHAPTER ItachixGaara, Itachi+Sasuke+Gaara (nothing too explicit) Neji/Sasuke
Warnings: AU, elements of oral sex, incest shounen-ai, very bad language, OOC-nes, but I try.
Summary: Sasuke's confusion mounts and gets molested even more!! :3
Chapter 1
He had taken his jacket off and pulled out his dress shirt sometime during his work. He had finished with the blackboard, cabinets, and desks, and was currently working on mopping the floor. Kakashi had checked on him thrice in the last hour (which had come as quite a shock to Sasuke, as the teacher was usually so lazy) and had asked, "Are you done yet?" every time. Sasuke had never wanted to shove sticks of chalk down a person's throat more in his entire life.
He didn't hear the door slide open this time nor the soft clap when it closed. Sasuke eventually felt the presence of another and looked up to see Neji leaning against the door frame. Neji gave him a small smile. Sasuke glared at him for a minute before dipping the mop in the bucket and wringing out the head by twisting the slip connected to the spongy strands.
"Do you need help?" Neji offered as he pushed off the frame and proceeded to arrange the desks in the wake of Sasuke's mopping, oblivious to Sasuke's indifference.
Sasuke continued mopping, hoping that he'd be done soon enough and hightail it out of the classroom he was sharing with Neji. He was still upset with the Hyuuga for dragging him into his fight with Gaara. He was even more upset with Sabaku for initiating the fight and actually being hell bent on kicking Neji's ass (the episode in the locker room had only made things worse.). However, Neji must have provoked Gaara somehow because the redhead rarely lost control over anything.
"Are you mad at me?" Neji said after a while as he placed the last desk in its proper spot. Sasuke could see the older boy leaning against the counter out of the corner of his eye. Neji looked calm for someone who had gotten a black mark for the first time in his life. Sasuke had never known Neji to get into trouble with the administration. He figured Neji's uncle would be livid, so why was Neji so relaxed?
Without looking up, Sasuke replied, "Hn" just to humor Neji with some sort of response. He had finished wringing out his mop when Neji came over and decided to help him with it.
"Let me take this," he offered, taking hold of the handle. Sasuke looked up at him defiantly.
"I'm not a girl. I can get it." He tugged particularly roughly, causing him to step back and kick the bucket over. His dress shoes slipped on the soapy water, but just as he was about to fall, he reached out a free hand and braced himself on the edge of the teacher's desk. At the same time, Neji's arm came around his waist to prevent his fall.
Sasuke stood at an angle. His feet slid slowly along the water, bringing one of his legs between Neji's. Neji gave Sasuke an amused look at his predicament and leaned closer until his body was flushed against Sasuke's against the desk.
"What the fuck, Hyuuga?" the younger boy demanded, heat rushing through him. He let go of the mop and braced both hands on the desk in an effort to place some distance between them. The metal edge dug into the bottom of his ass, but he didn't care. What he was concerned about was Neji following him.
"I didn't know you were a total klutz," Neji said, tightening his hold around Sasuke's waist and bringing his free hand down by Sasuke's thigh. Mere inches separated them, and Sasuke hated how he had to crane his neck up slightly to glare into the other boy's eyes.
He was about to retort when Neji shifted, causing the thigh between Sasuke's legs to brush up against his groin. Sasuke also felt Neji's bulge against his hip and blushed with embarrassment and anger. He brought his hands up to push Neji away, but Neji jerked his pelvis up. Sasuke had to bite his lip to fight back a moan as he felt Neji hardening further against him.
"Can I kiss you?" Neji asked, whispering into his ear. Sasuke unconsciously gripped the front of Neji's jacket, panting slightly. What the hell was wrong with him? He missed Neji's warmth as it moved away and was about to protest when he saw Neji looking at the door.
The room temperature fell by ten degrees. Sasuke turned to his brother and instantly wished he hadn't. There were very few times in Sasuke's life that had been witness to the fury of Uchiha Itachi, and no one had gotten away unscathed. Sasuke remembered when he had gotten lost at the Autumn Festival when he was eight. Itachi hadn't physically harmed him – never had (probably never will) – but the lecture and the silent treatment that had followed for months on end had made Sasuke realize how angry his brother had been. There were several other occasions after that but those had ended with Itachi covered with the blood of others.
Sasuke didn't know why Itachi and Neji never got along well. He supposed it was the same reason why Gaara and Neji didn't like each other, but the malevolence between Itachi and the Hyuuga was more intense. Itachi couldn't stand to be around the Hyuugas and so their parents never forced him to communicate with them, unless they wanted a split in relations. Neji had always stood at the opposite end of the room and never spoke to Sasuke if Itachi was around. If Sasuke were to initiate the first move towards Neji (or if their parents made him, since the Hyuugas liked Sasuke), he would feel Itachi's disapproving glare throughout the whole exchange. Itachi never told Sasuke how he really felt about it, nor had he told Sasuke to stay away from Neji, but Sasuke had always known what his brother meant.
Itachi was always so difficult to understand, now that Sasuke thought about it. He became upset whenever Sasuke talked to anyone, so then why did he ignore Sasuke every other time?
"Aniki," Sasuke said, straightening himself. He was happy to see him again, but not like this. Somehow, the "family reunion" feel was lost.
Itachi's dark eyes were unreadable. "We're leaving, Sasuke. Let's go," he replied sharply. Sasuke only nodded and gathered his things on the far counter. Without looking at Neji nor minding the spilt water, he followed his brother.
Gaara was standing at the end of the hall by the stairway, leaning against the wall. Sasuke hadn't forgotten about what had happened earlier that day and he had a mind to tell Itachi. However, Sasuke didn't care that much (it's not like it meant anything) and he'd rather not have Itachi to peg him as a slut (Sasuke had responded, after all.). They just walked in silence.
"I drove here," Sasuke said after a while. Itachi didn't reply until they reached Gaara, who looked at Itachi and instantly understood because he glanced at Sasuke with a curious expression. Sasuke thought he looked like a cat for the second time that day and wondered if he had been one in his past life.
"Gaara can drive your car."
That meant Gaara was coming over to the mansion, and their parents were going out for the night. Sasuke wanted to protest. "Oniisan, I'll drive it."
"What did I just say, Sasuke? You're riding with me." Itachi's voice was harsh this time. Sasuke knew not to argue further and reached into his bag for his keys. Gaara caught them swiftly when he tossed them.
"It's the red –"
"I know," Gaara cut in, leaving immediately after. Sasuke watched him go through narrowed eyes. Now alone with Itachi, however, he felt more tense. If Itachi wanted to take him home then something was definitely about to happen.
The ride would be about thirty minutes long, but Sasuke predicted it would feel like an hour. Once they got into the car, the tension seemed to intensify in the confined space.
"Are you hungry, otouto?"
The question was so sudden that it caught Sasuke off guard, who half-expected a lecture or complete silence all throughout. "Huh?" he replied intelligently.
Itachi snorted. "Stop trying to be cute." Note the sarcasm. "Do you want to eat or not?"
Sasuke grinned like the foolish little brother he was. He had always felt content around his brother, especially when Itachi was being nice to him. Sasuke knew (liked to believe, actually) that he was the only one who could bring a reaction out of his brother, such as a smile or a laugh. Itachi had always been a hard person to read, even to their father. He was stoic with very little words to share, much less reactions. Gaara was one other person Sasuke knew that could bring Itachi out of his shell, and that both infuriated and saddened Sasuke.
There would come that day when Itachi would have to marry and carry on the Uchiha name with a suitable woman. The day was nearing quickly, as their parents were already giving out suggestions. Itachi was 22, after all -- a perfect age for marriage in wealthy families -- but he had always given the excuse that he needed to graduate first. Fugaku had been disappointed that his eldest son wasn't interested yet (good business deals are made with marriage!), but Mikoto had smiled and patted Sasuke's head. "You'll be next, ne Sasuke-kun? Oh! My babies are growing up!" Sasuke had been disgusted by the idea, but he had nodded for his mother. He hadn't caught Itachi's expression because the elder brother had turned away.
Sasuke still had mixed feelings about Itachi marrying. The factor that bothered him most was that the engagement would be a loveless one. Itachi had slept with women in the past, but they all went home broken-hearted. Once Fugaku had gotten furious with Itachi because Itachi had fucked the youngest daughter of a business associate, and the father had threatened the leave the partnership. It had turned out that the other business would lose more if it had lost its affiliation with Uchiha Enterprises, and Fugaku had given out a heavy incentive (reparation) to help tip the scale in his favor. Itachi had lost his car for a month and couldn't use the limo. Sasuke remembered that event well because he had been glad the girl had her heart broken – that no matter how pretty or innocent she was, a woman could never have the love of Uchiha Itachi.
He was selfish, but so what? Was it wrong to want what was rightfully his – to keep on wanting it? Sasuke had known the moment Itachi had turned thirteen that he couldn't keep his aniki forever. Itachi had started going out more, started becoming restless and bored with his little brother. That was when Itachi had avoided Sasuke and had made it quite clear that he wanted nothing more to do with him. Sasuke hadn't seen it then. He had kept pushing for more time – just one more game, one more story, aniki – only to be denied in the end. It was one of the hardest times in Sasuke's young life, but he had forced himself to become independent (Neji had been a welcomed distraction). It was funny how Itachi had always come back and apologized, making Sasuke a sucker for him all over again.
Why did he always keep Sasuke around his little finger if he wasn't interested in him? "I promise… I'm busy… I'm sorry." It was an endless cycle that never ceased. Why did Itachi have to torment him so?
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I don't have to try, aniki," he replied, smirking. He felt Itachi give him a sideways glance.
"Whatever," Itachi deadpanned, but Sasuke sensed a hint of amusement.
"Where will we go?"
"House of Genji."
That was Sasuke's favorite restaurant. "Okay."
Itachi proceeded to call Gaara to meet them at their new destination. Sasuke hadn't been surprised, but he unconsciously chewed on his lower lip. Somehow, he didn't think he'd be able to look at Gaara in the same way ever again, especially around Itachi, and the last thing he needed was for Itachi to know why.
Sasuke should have felt sorry for their waitress. She was cute, with humble breasts and short, brunette hair. Her fair complexion was marked with a constant blush, and she was lucky she was so pretty otherwise they would have been completely turned off by her stuttering.
After she took their orders, she left them alone, sliding their room door shut. Sasuke shifted where he sat on the floor. The House of Genji was exceptionally high class. The main room had tables and chairs, but there were enclosed rooms off to the side for a more traditional feel or privacy. A low table sat in the middle of the room where patrons could take off their shoes and sit on the cushions surrounding the table. Being alone with Itachi and Gaara had made Sasuke wish they had dined outside.
He sat at the front of the table with Gaara on the left side and Itachi on the right. Neither had initiated a conversation yet. They just sipped on tea. Sasuke knew Itachi and Gaara were staring at each other, and he the disturbing feeling that they wanted to climb the table for some hard fucking. He wouldn't have minded if he weren't in the room or jealous of the idea of them touching each other without getting him involved.
His phone suddenly rang, jarring him out of his thoughts. It was the ring tune of "Temperature" by Sean Paul. Itachi arched a brow at him and Gaara smirked, obviously amused. Sasuke excused himself and went outside to answer the call.
"What, dobe?" he said, relieved that he was out of the room but frustrated for some reason.
// "What do you mean, 'what'?// Naruto yelled on the receiving end. // "You were supposed to call me, bastard!"// Naruto had this strange thing about Sasuke calling him after school, especially since he had detention today. Sasuke didn't know if he should be touched or annoyed.
"I forgot, alright? Itachi showed up and now we're eating out," Sasuke replied, walking down the hall. He stopped at a window that faced the city. The right led out to the main room. "What's up?"
// "Oh, now you're conversational. Did you leave your brother by himself?" //
"No. He's with Gaara." Sasuke couldn't keep the edge from his voice.
Naruto knew about Itachi and Gaara's relationship. He had been just as shocked as Sasuke, but had accepted it a lot quicker than the youngest Uchiha had. Naruto had been so casual about it that Sasuke figured the blonde knew something he didn't. Gaara and Naruto were friends on some level, and Gaara might have told him something. Naruto also had razor sharp perceptibility that read into other people and was never less than accurate. Sasuke sometimes hated looking into those bright blue eyes because he knew they could peer into his soul.
// "That's funny. I hope you guys don't get kicked out."//
"Hah. Hah. Hah. You idiot, don't you have homework?"
//"It's a Friday, teme! Give me a break, will ya?"//
Sasuke snorted.
// "Are you busy tomorrow? Can I come over?"//
"Yeah, but I have to kick you out at six. There's another dinner party we have to go to."
// "Ah. The lifestyle of the rich and famous."// Naruto's tone was wistful and it made Sasuke's chest tighten with empathy.
"You don't want it, dobe. I have to go now. Call me when you're on your way."
// "'Night, teme."//
"Goodnight, moron." Sasuke flipped his phone shut and decided to use the bathroom while he was out. He walked out to the main room for the restrooms and was startled to find Hyuuga Hinata coming out of the ladies' room.
"Ah… S-Sasuke-kun," she whispered, startled. Sasuke nodded in acknowledgement.
"Hello, Hinata-san." Although Sasuke disliked females, especially the air-heads, he respected Hinata on some level. Sad to say, he understood where she was coming from, and what mattered was that she continued to fight. She was constantly under the shadow of her genius little sister and the business prowess of Neji, her cousin. She stuttered, but not because of a speech impediment. Sasuke was certain she'd find her strength soon. Her eyes said so. They were the same as Neji's.
Hinata averted her gaze lower, as if sensing his speculation. "W-Well. I'll s-see you later, then."
"Good-bye." Sasuke walked passed her and into the men's room, vaguely wondering if she was with Neji but quickly dismissed the idea. He went to wash his hands at the sink when he caught sight of Rock Lee in the mirror.
Rock Lee was the son of some obscure delegate of Japan. Sasuke had never seen much of the older boy's parents, but Sasuke knew they had to be of some importance if their son was attending the Academy. Lee was another person Sasuke disliked but begrudgingly respected (there were a handful of them). Lee could be annoying at times, especially with his "inspirational" speeches and "go, get 'em" attitude (something about youth). He was a talented karate master who had won many trophies for the school and a decent basketball player (his grades were up there, too). Sasuke figured he had had it rough since his name wasn't really known, but his personality made up for it. Sasuke remembered the relationship between Lee and Neji was similar to that of his and Naruto's.
"Hey, Sasuke-kun," Lee said as he turned off the water. Sasuke nodded at him. Lee was a year older, but seemed to be friends with everyone. Sasuke didn't have the heart to correct the use of the honorific "-kun" added to the end of his name, but it annoyed him like hell, no matter who called him "Sasuke-kun."
With dark, bowl shaped hair and round eyes, Lee was on the homely looking side, but that didn't get him down (he stood at 5'10'' though). He was bold and persistent, bordering on Naruto-irritating. He was the loudest at school games or events and the hardest working student/competitor. Though Neji was his best friend, Sasuke knew they were rivals. Lee had a grudge against old families with perpetual wealth and power – that was why he trained and studied everyday. He had to work for the same amount of respect other people received with just a last name.
"Who are you here with?" Lee asked conversationally, wiping his hands. A man walked into a stall.
"My brother and Sabaku."
Lee visibly shuddered. "I see."
To make a long story short, Gaara had almost hospitalized Lee in a tournament three years ago, when Gaara was a freshman and Lee, a sophomore. The fight was for the school title before the top three would proceed to the district finals. Their instructor Gai-sensei, had to intervene. Gaara had been banned from entering school karate tournaments but it wasn't like he had cared. Sasuke didn't doubt that he was still practicing. What had puzzled everyone was why Gaara had wanted to beat Lee beyond recognition, but only the redhead would know.
"I am here with Hinata-chan, Tenten-chan, and Neji-kun," Lee said, brightening up again. "Neji-kun told me what happened. I never would have thought he would start a fight, but then again, it was with Sabaku. He said you were not involved, but had gotten in trouble anyway. Wrong place at the wrong time, huh, Sasuke-kun?"
Someone might have told Lee recently that he talked too much but he must have forgotten it already. Sasuke was immediately bothered by the fact that Neji was in the same premises as him and Gaara and Itachi, and even more concerned about Neji taking the blame. Was Neji trying to be some role model by admitting his mistakes and trying to sound like he regretted it? Why was it anyone else's business anyway? Sasuke should have known that Neji would play the self-sacrificing antagonist to gain more respect despite how sincerely he had asked Sasuke for a kiss…Bitterness tightened in his chest.
Gaara had started the fight, and why Neji would take the blame was anyone's guess. Sasuke felt a wave of anger wash over him before it faded away to disappointment and indifference. Neji could do and say whatever he wanted, regardless of whether or not he looked good in his explanations.
"Lee, this conversation never happened," Sasuke said not unkindly but in a slight hurry. He had been gone a long time, and if Itachi had gone investigating and found Neji… well…
"What? Why not?" the other boy asked innocently enough.
Sasuke left without another word, unaware of wide, knowing eyes following him out the door.
Their orders had been delivered some time during Sasuke's absence. Sasuke tried to resist his blush as his brother and classmate glared at him from the table. He was grateful he hadn't walked in on anything embarrassing. On second thought, better him than the waitress (though she probably wouldn't mind; Sasuke would.). He noticed with relief that neither Itachi nor Gaara had appeared to have moved from their seat, but Gaara's shirt was slightly dishleved and out of his pants where it had previously been tucked in. Sasuke should have stayed outside, or better yet, with Lee and his gang.
"Took you long enough," Gaara grumbled before taking a hold of his chopsticks. Sasuke couldn't look at him for fear of memories, real and imagined, arising and causing particular problems…or one big problem, rather.
They ate in silence. Sasuke chewed and swallowed soundlessly, hoping to make himself as little noticed as possible. When was the last time they had sat together as a civilized group of people? Hmm… never. It was strange to be with Itachi and Gaara without the fear of them making out and eventually fucking each other as if Sasuke weren't in the room. Though if they did start something Sasuke wasn't sure what he'd do.
For some odd reason, he wanted to feel Gaara's hands on him again. This time, he wanted them all over his body, molesting him until he was begging to be --
"Fuck," Sasuke cursed, suddenly feeling hot. He drank water, but it did little to quell the fever taking over him from the inside out. It couldn't have been his udon, and the room was cool to begin with.
"Watch your language, otouto," Itachi muttered over his meal. Sasuke wiped a hand across his sweaty forehead.
"I… G-gomen." He was breathless. The hand that was on his lap trailed up his thigh, almost on its own accord, and touched a bulge between his legs. He suppressed a whimper. What the hell was wrong with him? He glanced up at Gaara, who was picking at his vegetables, and had to look down immediately when an offending piece of carrot entered the redhead's mouth. He licked his lips before turning to Itachi.
Sasuke had convinced himself many times before that his love for Itachi had been completely platonic. When he had reached puberty he had had more than innocent thoughts about his brother on several occasions. Now, after several years it was happening again. He looked so much like his brother, and although Sasuke never considered himself a narcissist, he thought Itachi was beautiful. Maybe he could experience what Gaara had if he could just lean over and kiss his brother. Sasuke quickly found the urge too difficult to resist.
"You're not eating, Sasuke. Are you not hungry?" Itachi asked, giving him a sideways glance beneath long bangs.
Sasuke responded even before thinking. "I am," he whispered, gaze falling on Itachi's hand where it was slightly covered with sauce from where he tore his meat apart. He licked his lips again.
"He looks hungry, Itachi. Why not give him some?" Gaara said, amused. He and the edler Uchiha shared a look.
"You're absolutely right." Itachi ran a flavored thumb over Sasuke's lips. Sasuke opened his mouth and lapped at the finger, moaning softly in content.
Once Sasuke finished licking Itachi's fingers clean, he leaned in further on his hands and knees to kiss Itachi. Itachi's mouth opened almost instantly and fire unlike anything Sasuke had ever felt flared through his body, forcing out a groan from the bottom of his throat. Itachi pulled Sasuke's head in closer as he swallowed the sound hungrily.
The familiar hands massaging Sasuke's inner thigh forced Sasuke to break away from Itachi with a violent shudder of pleasure, suddenly aware and coming back to his senses. He scooted away from them with a blush on his face, his eyes wide with the horror of realization. The ache between his legs still throbbed with agony but Sasuke shook his head (which had been a bad idea because he had gotten slightly dizzy). This was wrong! WRONG! Why was he like that, so hot and aroused to the point of coming? Part of the reason why he shoved himself away from Itachi was that he had almost ejaculated from Gaara's touch alone.
Ignoring the need to return to what he had been doing ten seconds ago and the painful tightness of his pants, Sasuke got up and ran out of the room, still in the right mind to close the door behind him. He was both relieved and disappointed when he didn't hear footsteps trailing after him.
He ran to the bathroom and locked the door, hoping that no one would need it until he took care of his problem. Sasuke was in such a hurry that he hadn't even checked if anyone else was in the room as he leaned against the door and started to undo his belt and pants. He heard nothing above the pounding in his ears and the raggedness of his breathing, not even the opening of a lock on the stall door. He moaned as he gripped his rigid organ in a tight grip.
Sasuke never lost control… well, almost never, but in the few times that he did, he had hated himself for it. Now, as he tugged on his weeping cock with desperate, clumsy fingers, he cursed himself. He cursed himself for wanting Itachi and Gaara in there right now, taking care of his problem and then some.
"This is considered public indecency, you know."
The voice made Sasuke's dick throb longingly and he whimpered. For some odd reason, his hand wasn't enough. Although it brought pleasure there was an intensity it couldn't create to match a lover's touch. He looked up into milky, white eyes. "Neji…" his voice was all levels of pathetic, but he didn't care. Sasuke felt his body temperature rise again (it had fallen somewhere in past two minutes) and shivered as Neji came closer, a foreign look on his face that Sasuke had never seen before. Neji tipped Sasuke's chin upward gently. "Please," the Uchiha whimpered.
Neji pulled Sasuke's hand away gently and leaned into his ear. "Hold onto me, and try not to make too much noise." Sasuke nodded as Neji swiftly fell to his knees. Realizing what Neji was about to do, he moved back, but the door was in the way.
"Y-you don't have –"
Neji licked at the wet slit of Sasuke's cock while he kept eye contact with the younger male, whose words collapsed into incoherent groans and hands clawed at the metal door. "I want to," Neji murmured, enjoying th taste in his mouth. "I've dreamed of this." Sasuke had no time (nor the right mind) to analyze what Neji had just said when heat encased the head of his erection. His automatic reaction was to thrust in, but Neji braced a forearm across his abdomen, effectively pinning him. Neji's other hand massaged to base of Sasuke's cock where his mouth couldn't reach.
Sasuke threw his head back as a tongue glided along the underside of his dick, his knees buckling. Neji suddenly swallowed him, and he gave a cry of surprise and pleasure as he hit the back of Neji's thoat. His hands gripped at silky strands, trying to pull him back.
"I… I'm…" He felt his lower belly coil and his balls tighten with the warnings of orgasm, but Neji only sucked at him harder, as if milking him for much desired cum. Sasuke shuddered and came with a heady gasp, his breath caught somewhere in his throat. His orgasm was almost painful as streams of white left his cock in copious amounts. Sasuke had never come as hard, as fast, or as much in his entire life.
He slumped against the door as Neji licked him clean, his tongue stroking almost reverently at his oversensitive cock. Sasuke whimpered at the intense sensations and pulled Neji up. Neji gently tucked Sasuke back into his pants as the shorter boy leaned on his chest. Sasuke felt his body cool down and pulled back once Neji was done.
They met gazes. Sasuke wasn't sure what would happen next. If Neji had asked him to reciprocate, would he? What would their relationship be tomorrow? In five minutes from now? Would the exchange that had just taken place ruin their already unstable friendship? Most important of all, why did Neji help him? Sasuke was too tired to think about anything.
"Neji…" Sasuke bit his lip. He wasn't good at showing gratitude nor was he sure of what to say. He decided to drop his hands to where Neji's prominent bulge was, but Neji grabbed his wrists. Sasuke glared up at him. "What, I'm not good enough for you?" he snapped, rejection and humility coloring his features. Did Neji think he was a slut, too?
Neji only smiled and shook his head, his messy hair swaying slightly. Although the bruise Gaara had given him was more noticeable than ever, Sasuke had never thought Neji more gorgeous than now. "As a matter of fact, you're too good for me, Sasuke-kun," he replied softly, stroking Sasuke's cheek. Before the Uchiha could reply, the door jerked, as if someone was trying to get in, and then there was pounding and foul words. Neji pulled Sasuke away and swiftly undid the lock. Unfortunately the man on the other side chose that moment to try and barrel through the door, which ended up with him sprawled on the floor.
Sasuke and Neji snuck out the door before it closed. Before Neji could leave without another word, Sasuke took his elbow and gave him a hurried but meaningful kiss with closed lips. Neji's mouth was unmoving at first, then it slowly opened and brushed a tongue against the seal of Sasuke's lips. Sasuke moaned and had their tongues meet between them. The older male pressed Sasuke to a wall and aligned their bodies. This time, Neji was the one that groaned, and he thrust his erection against Sasuke's, quickly bringing Sasuke to arousal again.
They both broke away at that moment, however, much to Sasuke's disappointment, but not without one last peck to the lips. No words were exchanged as they left in opposite directions after walking further through the main room: Neji to the right and Sasuke to the left.
gack. I didn't really like how the chapter ended. It could have been better... what was I thinking?
April 11, 2006
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