Haha! This chapter is finally here. I am really excited about this one and you will see why. There is Yaoi in this chapter.
Summary: Kakashi wrestles with his hatred. News of an unknown leaf ninja fighting in the Land of Water reaches Tsunade. Gaara and Neji decide that, with the coming threat, its either now or possibly never.
Chapter 9
Anger boiled deep in his veins as Kakashi left the training area. He had spent the majority of the day training the Genin, though that was far what was making him angry. One of the young ninja had mistakenly said Himura Utake's name during their session, throwing the Jounin into a fit of rage that he fought to keep down for nearly two hours. Now that they were done, he stalked off to find a way to keep his feelings in check.
Kakashi hated the emotion that was twisting in his gut, causing him to feel almost nauseous. When he'd been younger and in ANBU, he'd wielded his dislike for humanity was ease, but this intense hatred he felt for Himura Utake was something that was eating away at him. The feeling of self-hatred that it brought had nothing to do with hating the man himself. For that he felt no remorse. It was all because of what had led to his hatred for the man. Kakashi had thought that he'd put all of his abhorrence aside when he'd left ANBU, an idea that became even more pronounced after he'd started to date Iruka. But Iruka's abduction and disappearance had brought the scarecrow's bitterness back and Kakashi hated himself for not being able to protect his beloved better.
Hissing a curse under his breath, Kakashi quickly made his way back to his apartment, unlocking and throwing the door open with great force. Kicking off his sandals, the ninja slammed the door shut and stormed into the bedroom. He stopped in the doorway, his fury slowly ebbing.
He had lived in the second-story apartment for much of his life, having moved out of the Hatake family compound after his father had passed. For much of that time, he had been alone, but, after six months of dating, the night that he and Iruka had first made love, he'd asked the teacher to move in with him. Iruka had happily accepted and moved this belongings into the Hatake's apartment the following day. After Iruka had been kidnapped, Kakashi had refused to throw out or move any of the Chuunin's things. His friends had deemed him hopeless after the second year and gave up on trying to force the Jounin to move on.
Silently stepping into the bedroom, Kakashi slowly slid the closet door open, staring at the dust covered clothes that hung on the right side. Every shirt was a dark color, usually gray or black, making the dust stand out easily. Taking out his lover's favorite t-shirt, the Jounin sat down on the bed behind him, sighing. He ran his fingers over the fabric before letting his face drop into his other hand.
Tsunade was sitting at her desk when Shizune walked in with a strange look on her face. Frowning at her assistant, Tsunade waited for the smaller woman to speak.
"A ninja from Kirigakure just delivered this," Shizune said, holding the scroll out to the Hokage. "He said it was of extreme importance."
"Did he say what it pertained to?" Tsunade asked as she unrolled the thick paper.
Reading it, her eyebrows slowly lowered into a mixture of surprise and fear. Slamming it down on her desk, she flicked her gaze up to Shizune, who shuffled her feet slightly.
"Did he give any more information about this?" Tsunade murmured.
Her voice shook as she spoke. Shizune nodded.
"He said the missing-nin had dark hair and a long scar over his nose-"
"-And his eyes-"
"-That's the problem." Shizune started to tear up. "He said that the man's eyes were bright blue, not brown."
"Fuck!" Tsunade screamed, throwing the scroll against the wall.
As it clattered to the floor, she flung herself back into her chair, a hand covering her eyes.
"Fuck," she repeated, slamming her other hand on the desk. "It's not Iruka."
"I don't think so either," her assistant whispered. "The way the ninja described him, I was sure it was him. That is, until he mentioned the eye color. Iruka never had power of that kind or magnitude either. No ninja I've ever heard of has before."
"But he's still headed in this direction, yes?" the Hokage asked.
Nodding, Shizune asked, "Do you want me to alert the guards about him?"
Tsunade shook her head. "We don't want Kakashi finding out and jumping to conclusions. I'd rather not give the man a false hope."
Leaning forward, Tsunade rested her arms on the desk, holding them at a 90 degree angle. Her forehead dropped to the wood, hitting it softly as she rested her head. A hand, Shizune's, snuck up to stroke the Hokage's blond hair, tears streaming down the assistant's face.
Gaara was sitting in his apartment, alone. Earlier that evening, Kankuro had silently left from the balcony, leaping up onto the rooftops. The younger Sabaku had smiled at his brother's back when he'd left. Gaara knew exactly where Kankuro was headed. Shikamaru had sent him a note detailing the puppeteer's plans with his new boyfriend.
Hearing a knock at the door, the Kazekage looked up from the mug of tea he was drinking. He set it aside as he headed for the door, slowly pulling it open. Neji was there, waiting for him.
Smiling, Gaara asked, "Hey, what brings you here?"
"I thought you may be lonely," the Hyuuga said, flashing a grin as he stepped into the apartment.
"You heard about my brother and Kiba too, huh?" Gaara laughed, following Neji into the living room.
"Yeah, from Hinata, no less. He supposedly asked her to help him pick out clothes to wear."
"So that Dog really does care."
"Oh yes," Neji said as he flopped down on the couch. "There's no midway point for Kiba. It's either he's all in, or all out."
Laughing, Gaara sat down next to his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"Well, thank you for being so thoughtful," he said, kissing Neji lightly on the cheek.
Reaching over, Neji grabbed the back of Gaara's neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Sliding his tongue into Neji's mouth, Gaara gripped Neji's hip tightly and yanked him onto his lap. The Hyuuga let his legs slip open so he was straddling his boyfriend. As he ran his rough tongue over the ridges of the ceiling of Neji's hot mouth, Gaara smiled, hearing a soft growl of pleasure emanate from his love's chest.
"Gaara," Neji said softly, pulling away slightly.
The Kazekage frowned as he looked up at the smaller man.
"Is everything okay?" Gaara asked.
He ran his fingers through one of the hunks of hair that lined Neji's face. The Hyuuga shook his head slightly.
"I'm worried."
"About what?"
"The battle with Utake."
"Why?"
Raising his gaze to Gaara's, Neji sighed softly and coaxed Gaara into a strong hug.
"Are you worried that you're going to die?" the Kazekage asked.
"A little," Neji admitted.
"You won't."
Gaara pulled away and, reaching up, he untied the knot at the back of Neji's head, letting the hitai-ate fall into has lap. He leaned forward slightly, kissing the mark on his boyfriend's forehead.
"I won't let you."
"I'm still worried. I just have this feeling."
"I never knew that you were one to follow your feelings, Neji," Gaara teased as he kissed the bridge of Neji's nose.
"I usually don't," Neji said, his breath hitching in his throat as Gaara kissed his neck.
"Then don't think about it. You'll be fine. If you're in trouble, I'll find you," the Kazekage purred into the Hyuuga's skin.
"Gaara?"
"Yes?"
"Would you-"
"Yes?"
"Would you make love to me?"
That grabbed Gaara's attention in a split second. Grabbing Neji's arms, the Kazekage brought his face up to the Hyuuga's, staring straight into his white eyes.
'Stop. Thinking. Like. That," he hissed.
"I'm sorry," Neji murmured, laying his marked forehead against Gaara's. "I just don't want to die without having done it first."
"You're not going to die."
"It'll calm me down."
"I thought we decided that we were going to take it slow."
"Don't you want to have sex with me?"
"I do, idiot! I just don't want you to feel pressured into it."
It was Neji's turn to get a bit angry. Lifting his forehead away from Gaara, the smaller man growled deep in his throat. It almost sounded like that of a wild animal.
"I'm not feeling pressure, you moron. I just feel that I'm ready."
"We've been dating for three days."
"And I can guarantee you that your brother is fucking Kiba's ass right now. I actually saw them practically humping each other in an alley on the way here."
"Don't compare me to my brother," Gaara muttered.
"I'm not," Neji sighed, rolling his eyes. Planting a soft kiss on Gaara's lips, he added, "Worry about the future just made me really horny."
Gaara stiffed when Neji rubbed his lower body against his. Moaning slightly, he let his head drift back, opening his neck to Neji's wandering mouth. The Hyuuga smiled and trailed his tongue down the Kazekage's neck before nipping at his collarbone.
"Neji," Gaara moaned as he yanked his boyfriend away from his neck.
"Why did you stop-"
Neji cried out when Gaara licked his hard nipple through his shirt. Panting, he arched his back into Gaara's mouth, grinding hard against his boyfriend's stomach. Gaara gripped Neji's hip hard with one hand as the other tore his shirt off, exposing the Hyuuga's pale chest. Purring, he latched onto the nipple again, pushing it back and forth with his tongue.
Moaning loudly, Neji unzipped Gaara's red jacket. Hissing in dissatisfaction that he had to let go of Neji's hip, the Kazekage allowed his boyfriend to slip the jacket off of his shoulders. Neji smiled as he tossed the jacket away before starting to work on Gaara's shirt, throwing that in the same general direction. He moaned again when the tongue flitted over to the other side of his chest, caressing.
Suddenly, he felt a hand nudging the front of his pants and, arching back, Neji howled. Gaara's grip tightened as he massaged Neji with his the base of his palm, feeling himself grow hard. He smiled when he felt Neji's own hand dip down to his, pressing it in harder.
"Do you want more?" Gaara asked, nipping at the small dip between Neji's pectoral muscles.
The Hyuuga nodded wildly and, in response, Gaara slowly and somewhat torturously, unzipped the man's pants, all the while massaging Neji with his remaining fingers. Bucking against Gaara's hand, Neji moaned loudly and was almost tempted to just shove his pants and underwear down as fast as possible.
However, Gaara beat him to it. When the black cotton of Neji's boxers were resting at the crook of his knees, the Suna ninja finally lowered his gaze from his lover's face. He grinned and quickly yanked the Hyuuga's pants and boxers completely free, chucking them into the same pile where their shirts lay. The hand that he held at Neji's hip slipped around the smaller man to his ass, caressing it lightly. Panting hard, Neji pressed back against the callused hand, giving Gaara a better view of his front.
"Gaara," the Hyuuga cried as the Kazekage slowly lifted Neji up so he was standing on his knees.
"Shh, love," Gaara cooed.
Slipping down between Neji's legs, Gaara smiled up at his boyfriend before he took him in his mouth. Neji gasped and bucked against him, but Gaara grabbed his hip to hold him stead. The other hand was still on the Hyuuga's ass, kneading it. Groaning loudly, Neji let his head fall back as Gaara's tongue swept over him, driving him closer to the edge. He panted, trying to catch his breath while his lover tended to him.
"Gaara," Neji murmured again.
"Hm?" the Suna ninja asked, his mouth still clamped around his boyfriend's arousal.
The vibrations left the Hyuuga panting harder.
"I want more," Neji replied, blushing.
Letting go of Neji's manhood, Gaara looked up at him and nodded. Slowly and carefully, he laid his love on the couch, his head resting on a small decorate pillow. He stroked the Hyuuga's thick, dark hair before he slid down his body, grabbing at Neji's thighs. Gaara nipped at the muscular legs as he pushed Neji's legs up, resting them at a 90 degree angle, feet flat to the fabric of the couch.
"This will make it easier," Gaara said.
Suddenly, there was something wet at his entrance and Neji bucked, growling. He raised his lips for Gaara's tongue, moaning as it traced the outside.
"Inside," Neji panted. "Please."
Obliging his boyfriend's wishes, Gaara slid his tongue in, wetting the walls of muscle with his saliva. Neji moaned and groaned in response, earning a warm smile from the Kazekage. Slowly, Gaara moved his tongue in and out, copying the movements he'd be making later.
"Gaara!" Neji cried, his fingers winding in the red hair.
"Yes, love?" Gaara asked as he retracted his tongue, sitting up so he leaned over his lover.
"I want you," Neji said, his voice breaking slightly.
"Fingers come first, Neji," Gaara laughed.
"Then hurry."
Gaara did as he was told and quickly slid his middle finger into Neji's entrance, rubbing the side so effect. Neji thrashed under him, moving his hips as he tried to ride the finger. His fingers grasped the pillow behind him tightly.
"More."
The Kazekage followed his lovers demands until all three fingers were in and moving, effectively sliding in and out of Neji. Unable to take it anymore, Gaara removed them and ripped off his own pants and boxers. The pain was unbearable. Neji smiled up at him and spread his legs as wide as he could, letting Gaara settle his body between them.
"Ready?" Gaara asked, running his tongue over Neji's chest.
"Hurry up," Neji replied. "I'm ready."
Then, he was sheathed inside his lover, a groan escaping him. Neji practically screamed with pleasure as his sweat spot was hit. He arched his back off of the couch, pulling Gaara deeper into him. Waiting for a few seconds, Gaara tried to regain his breath, but found that he couldn't.
"Move," Neji commanded, his beautiful eyes closing.
Grinning, Gaara pulled out slightly before ramming back in. Crying out, Neji grabbed his hips, pulling him in further as he wrapped his legs around Gaara. They rocked back and forth, groaning loudly with each thrust. When Neji's legs started to shake around him, Gaara grabbed them fiercely, holding them steady as he pounded back in.
"Gaara!" Neji screamed as he came.
He felt the walls constrict around him and Gaara thrust back in one more time, feeling himself let go. When the ecstasy started to decline from its high, he collapsed on top of his panting lover.
"Fuck," he sighed, burying his face in the crook of Neji's neck. "That was fantastic."
"You did all the work," Neji moaned as his legs dropped down to the couch.
Gaara chuckled. "I didn't want you to have to do anything," he laughed.
Slowly he pulled himself out of Neji and flopped down next to him on the couch. Neji groaned and turned to face his lover.
"It's going to hurt tomorrow, isn't it?" Neji asked.
"Probably," Gaara replied, brushing a long strand of hair away from Neji's face.
Moving closer, Neji snuggled against his bare body, sighing happily.
"I'm so glad that we did that," he said, wrapping his arms around his lover.
"Me too. Now, get some sleep," Gaara whispered in Neji's ear. "You're going to be tired tomorrow if you don't and we can't have one of our special squad leaders falling asleep in training."
Neji hummed an inaudible response before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep. Gaara watched him for a few minutes, brushing Neji's long hair with his fingers. Tucking his head down to Neji's, he kissed the top of his lover's head. Closing his own eyes, he fell asleep with the smell of Neji's vanilla scented shampoo filling his nose, throat, and lungs.
Haha! They did it! I was originally going to draw it out a long longer until I realized that Neji is a practical person who would obviously worry about the future. After all, he did kind of throw away the whole 'you cannot change your fate' idea a while ago. Ah, such an adorable couple. And then there is Kakashi. I don't know why I love to write about him being in pain. He's my favorite character apart from Iruka and Neji so… Hm.
Preview: Neji feels that there's something not quite right, though it has nothing to do with his overjoyed lover. Hinata worries about her cousin. To top it all off, Himura's army is only a two day march away from the village.