(Edited for the second time… narrows her eyes at fanfiction, which is totally ruining her cool borders)

I don't know what happened….It ran away from me…It ran awaaaaaaaay….

Thank you to all who reviewed, much love to you all, and now here's what you've all been waiting for, the lemon to When Sand Meets Snow, and I'm sorry it isn't better.

Disclaimer: Naruto isn't, wasn't, and will never be mine. If it were, it'd be rated R.

When Sand Meets Snow - III

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When he had been much younger, he had looked to his only friend to care for him. He had craved the attention lavished on him, but it was never enough. He had never felt it enough.

When he had been much younger, the sand had prevented anything from happening to him. He had never had so much as a cut, a scrape, a bruise, not even a mosquito bite. He had never been hurt.

When he had been much younger, his first friend, his only friend, the one he thought of as a beloved brother, tried to kill him. To kill him, to end his life, to stop him from existing, had tried to do it with kunai and explosive notes and his own body. He had never been hurt. On the outside.

His tattoo. His first taste of pain. It had hurt so much, like someone was drumming on his skull with white-hot needles. It was unbearable. It was painful.

It had felt good.

And then, life went on. No one to talk to, everyone left him alone now, except for the occasional assassin, and he welcome those. Welcomed those stupid morons-for-hire with they poisons and their steel and their minds full of money and…ended their existence without even thinking about it.

His cursed life went on. He forgot his first brush with pain, and with pleasure.

When Uchiha Sasuke had drawn blood, he had been furious. Blinded with rage, he gave into Shukaku's urgings. And when he had withdrawn into the shared privacy of his mind, he mused over the fact that though it had hurt so badly, there had been, for a fleeting moment, a flash of unadulterated pleasure.

He had felt like such a pervert.

Gaara the pervert. Hahaha.

Then there had been Naruto, who was an issue all by himself, and that thing with Sound and Orochimaru, and then it had just snowballed from there, so it wasn't his fault that he forgot about it all over again.

The sand had never let anything hurt him, and the fact that he had sand that could actually crush a giant boulder into so much rubble took care of anyone trying to touch him. The only things to ever touch him were his clothes. His skin had grown very sensitive.

Every brush of pain he had received had come with pleasure. Therefore, pain equaled pleasure. That was very firmly ingrained into his unconscious mind.

The Hyuuga doing…such things just served to prove his point.

Pain equaled Pleasure.

So maybe that was why he was now lying flat on his back on the deep purple satin coverlet, a silver studded collar around his neck, the leash tied firmly to the headboard and his robe thrown into the corners, leaving him helpless under the scrutinizing opal gaze.

Maybe that was why a red-and-white handkerchief, Neji's, bound his wrists together, and why three other leather straps anchored him to the bedposts.

Maybe that was why he wasn't trying to get away. He was just in it for the pain anyway. Yeah.

The fact that an unashamedly naked ivory god, and the owner of the scrutinizing opal gaze, was straddling his pelvis had nothing to do with it.

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Gaara was really horny by now…not that he'd admit to anyone that he was capable of such a base and…and unbecoming urge. Neji had made him drink around a bottle and a half of something very alcoholic, and he was on his way to being well and truly inebriated. The fact that the brunette had been playing his body with hot lips and tongue and fingers did nothing for his libido.

The trivial bit of that being a good five minutes ago did nothing of the same. The naked Hyuuga was heating something in a vial held in place over the fire with a hastily rigged contraption, seemingly ignoring the very horny demon just a few steps away.

The thing about being drunk on an empty stomach is that the alcohol hits you faster, not to mention harder, and makes you do things you would never normally do, and say things you would never normally say.

"Would you come back here and finish what you were doing?" he huffed impatiently.

His only response was a chuckle and a lazy smile. The scowling Sand shinobi began pulling at his restraints, determined to free himself and pound the evil teasing brunette into the bed.

"Ah ah, Gaara-chan." Neji said admonishingly, placing one hand on his chest to calm him down. "Don't you want to play the game?"

"Only if it's 'Screw the Hyuuga'." The redhead growled, still tugging at his bonds.

"It is." The brunette laughed, slowly tracing over the other's skin with a finger. "Eventually."

"'Eventually' isn't going to work for me." Despite himself, he found himself arching up into the lazy touch.

"Aww." A nail scraped against a hard nipple, making Gaara stop and shudder in pleasure. "Be a good sport, Gaara-chan"

"You talk too much." The put-upon shinobi panted. If asking for it wasn't going to work, then goading would get him what he wanted. "Seems like it's all talk, no action."

----Whoops!----

The brunette belatedly realized that he had shifted to lie over his lover, and had been moving against the redhead's heat, multiplying the unbearable pleasure, bringing them both so close…

Gaara groaned in near desperation as the escalating pleasure decreased. "Gods…don't stop…"

"I want to play some more." The brunette said childishly, nipping at his throat.

The redhead growled, the vibration traveling along kiss-reddened lips. "No more games."

"You'll like this one."

Neji sat up, making his cock rub once more against Gaara's. And then he turned and moved down, positioning them in a very obvious sixty-nine. The young demon's mouth dried up in shock and a sudden rush of lust. Though it seemed impossible, he grew even harder at the sight of his lover's arousal, and the knowledge that, even though he was an unmerciful, evil sex maniac, the Hyuuga was just as needy as he.

Then the brunette ducked down and took him in whole, and he forgot everything.

The Hyuuga had a very talented mouth.

----Whoops!----

"Let me go."

"No." The brunette started moving, grinding against him. "I don't want to."

"Hyuuga." The tone itself was a warning, and the green eyes flashed with something hidden.

The alcoholic haze put forward a suggestion. Act cute and hurt. The brunette stopped and with an innocent hurt look in his eyes, hugged himself tight, the very picture of an abandoned lover. He bit his lip and in a puppy-kicked voice, whispered. "You don't want to play anymore, Gaara-chan?"

The redhead frowned. He wasn't going to fall for that. "Untie me, Hyuuga."

"But the game-"

"We'll play a new game." He gentled his voice, bit it still held a thread of steel. "Untie me."

Though he was outwardly cutely miffed, on the inside, Neji was grinning. He would bet his house that none of Gaara's lovers had ever experienced Super Seme Gaara. He reached over, pressing his body close to the redhead's, fingers already tugging at the leather bonds, but he couldn't help one last whisper.

"You still want to play?"

As soon as the restraints were loose, he grabbed his lover, one hand on the back of his head and the other…the sharp slap across his bottom echoed throughout the room.

----Whoops!----

"Say it." The redhead moved his hips the barest fraction of an inch, moving in and out of him in an indistinguishable motion. "Beg me for it, Hyuuga."

The ground-out name brought a smile to his lips. He might act all tough and deny him all that pleasure, but he wanted it too. The bastard. He tilted his head toward his lover's, pushing his nose against his. "Please kiss me." He whispered softly.

The redhead obliged, brushing his lips against Neji. The brunette's tongue slid over closed lips, begging for entrance, and Gaara opened his mouth to let him deepen the kiss. Neji moaned wantonly in the kiss, his pent-up frustration making itself known as he teased Gaara's tongue into a slow dance that ended in both of them panting for air. His fingers worked at tensed shoulders and the back of the neck as he leaned in for another kiss, sliding one hand down the naked plain of a bronzed back, clutching his lover closer to his body. His mouth traveled over Gaara's cheek and to his ear, tonguing the lobe of his ear. The redhead sucked and bit on his neck, growling softly all the while. The passion increased with every kiss, every nip, every bite, until they were both panting and moaning with barely controlled lust and want.

"Please…" he breathed softly into his ear. "Please, Gaara, fuck me…"

----Whoops!----

Gentle fingers took hold of the redhead's chin, and the rest of his soft moans were swallowed in a sweet, lingering kiss, hands roaming all over each other again, soothing heated skin and hammering hearts, whispered apologies for love bites and nail marks, but through it all, they kissed, and when Gaara pulled out, after a very long while, Neji gathered the cum marring his lover's skin and sucked on his fingers. The redhead half-smiled sleepily and returned the favor, gently lapping at the white liquid until the other was clean. Neji hummed, just as sleepy as his partner, and threaded his fingers through down-soft hair, tugging lightly until the other rose and settled beside him, automatically taking him into his arms.

He pressed a kiss to the bronzed skin in front of him, over the still-rapidly fluttering heart. Then they went to sleep, his head tucked between Gaara's neck and shoulder, the redhead's hand still lazily caressing his hip, while his own fingers stroked his back, feeling fulfilled, safe, feeling loved.