1Disclaimer - Blah, blah, blahdy, blah, blah. This one's a little (eeeee giggle) naughty, so don't say I didn't warn ya!
Crimson and Clover
It was only about the adrenaline rush.
Liar.
He'd only wanted a taste, to know how it would feel touching, being touched, by a ruthless killer. The base thrill of hands that had, without a single regret, buried themselves in warm flesh and hot blood. Blood so dark it permanently stained his little assassin...
The Hyuuga prodigy unconsciously liked his lips, and chuckled deep in his throat.
Wouldn't it be strange if his hair only turned that color after years of artery spray? He wondered vaguely if Gaara would find that as amusing as he did.
Neji's mind flashed with the image of emerald green, fierce enough to bore a hole straight through his chest, and slowly shook his head. No, he wouldn't have found that funny. He never found anything funny. Then again, Neji rarely found anything funny either.
The Hyuuga blinked, and just as quickly as his lover's eyes had come, they changed into something...more. The green went from sharp jeweled to a cloudy moss color, and he felt the instantaneous twitch of his cock and right eye in response. He groaned, painfully, and started banging his head against some random counter in his kitchen.
It would just figure he'd get turned on by a fucking color...
Yeah, the color his eyes get when your fucking him.
Quiet
"Stop it, Hyuuga. I don't like your brain addled when we have sex."
Neji looked up and almost felt the tears well in praise of all that was Holy And Merciful. Key word, almost. The Gods had seen fit to send Gaara home early from one of his hits, and boy did he look good. Hair like spun flame, irritated eyes brought out by liquid eyeliner, and slim hands planted firmly on narrow hips.
He desperately wanted to toss the Sand demon over his shoulder and find a nice quiet spot to fuck until the end of the world.
But he wouldn't because he was a prodigy of the Hyuuga family, despite his being little more than a human shield, and that meant he showed no outward reflection of his motives.
However...
In an instant he was right before the evil red head, and turned on his most seductive smile.
"Now," he reached out and tugged on the other's sorely missed tresses, "Why must you call it sex? Making love is so much more pleasant."
Gaara frowned. Though it was hard to tell the difference since he usually frowned, Neji had long ago noted the nuances in his lover's expressions and was fairly good at recognizing moods.
"A flowery name for what we do. It's sex, that's it. Love would require some kind of emotion, I would not know, and I most certainly don't bring it into our activities."
Neji felt something painful lance his chest, but he managed a grin to cover up the emotional stumble.
"Right, Gaara."
He didn't notice the red head's narrowed eyes or whitening knuckles, but proceeded to tie back his hair in a low pony-tail, which he'd gotten cut for the beginning of summer.
He then leaned in to give the welcome back kiss he'd almost forgotten.
Note - awww. Makes you kind of weepy and aww that's sweet at the same time. As always, review. I think Neji, might be kind of OOC here, but I tried.