Chapter 2

Neji watched the sand beginning to swirl around the red head with horror, as he let out a low, ragged moan, clutching his unruly red locks in agony. Kurenia's "sister" gasped and fell off her bar stool in shock, then turned and ran away. Neji wasn't faring much better. With a groan, he fell forward, and the only thing that has stopped him from planting his face in Gaara's lap was the sand which swirled around him. He gasped as it grabbed him, feeling it scrape the supple flesh of his wrist.

"Gaara!" he tried, barely holding back a groan, "Gaara, you have to calm down!"

"Hot," the red head moaned, having not heard him, "Burning,"

He moved slightly, his legs parting further. Neji noted the sizable tent in the crotch of his robes with shock.

I can't believe she put it in both drinks, Neji thought, eyes narrowed. Yet he could see the genius behind her plan. If she was drugged too, it would be unlikely that anybody would point the finger at her, and Gaara would have to agree to her terms. Afterall, a young woman couldn't possibly take advantage of a man.

"Gaara, listen to me!" Neji said, teeth gritted, "You need to calm down. Your sand is going to hurt somebody,"

Gaara turned around to face Neji completely, his eyes a dark turquoise with arousal rather than his usual sky blue. He looked slightly dazed through his torment, but made his sand slither back into his gourd. Neji fell forward as his bonds were released, mildly surprised to feel Gaara catch him. Neji admonished, with some concern, that Gaara's eyes were completely trained on his groin as he panted, yet disregarded it and placed his hand on Gaara's.

Nobody made a sound. The only noise which filled the room was the red head's ragged breathing, and Neji's similarly erratic panting

With tremendous effort, Neji wrapped a gentle hand around Gaara's wrist, pushing his way through the crowd which had gathered to witness that spectacle. He pulled the Kazekage into a back room, which turned out to be a store room filled with alcohol of all kinds, and sat him down on an over-turned crate. He slammed the door and locked it with a clearly audible click that spoke volumes: do not disturb.

Had anybody else seen what had happened with that girl, he would have no problem with letting them sit with the red head to make sure that he didn't thrash about too much and hurt himself. But, as it were, he didn't particularly feel like explaining what had happened and he didn't know of anybody who would be able to deal with an extremely sexually frustrated ex-demon vessel. Then there was his own situation to deal with. He felt hot all over, and his groin tingled deliciously, as though fingers were teasingly stroking him. He had the unsettling urge to touch himself in places he had never considered touching, and in front of the Kazekage, no less.

The fact that he was almost incoherent with need led Neji to believe that it was a very potent form of aphrodisiac.

Black market stuff, Neji decided, as Gaara bit his lip, almost drawing blood. He noted the large area of wetness over the large bulge, which had even soaked through the red head's robes, with a blush.

"It won't go away!" Gaara growled, frustration and pain evident in his voice.

"It's an aphrodisiac," Neji told him quietly, "That girl poured it into your drink. I switched them, but I didn't realise that she'd also drugged the other drink too,"

It looked as though Gaara couldn't manage to look murderous though this sexual torture.

"How do I cure it?" he gasped.

Neji flushed.

He stood up, stretching slightly, pulling his ribbon out of his wind-swept hair as he wondered how to explain what the drug was and how it was used. It fell around his face, shimmering in the dull light. He was oblivious to the effect he was having on his companion. He didn't notice the way that Gaara's panting grew harsher as the red head looked him up and down, taking in the lean abdomen that was exposed when the shirt rode up due to Neji's stretching and...was that a tattoo?

Yes. He could see from his position the tiny raven with a white ribbon in its mouth inked onto Neji's back, where it would usually be hidden by hair.

He bit his lip...

And then pounced on Neji, the force carrying them both backwards into the wall. Neji winced slightly as his back came into contact with smooth hard plaster. He felt a long slightly muscular leg slide between his own and press up against his groin as the ex jinchuuriki panted harshly into his shoulder. Neji threw back his head and howled. It felt so good yet so bad at the same time.

"G-Gaara?" he choked out, "W-What...?"

His words were cut off when he felt a warm mouth latch onto his neck, sucking and nibbling the juncture between his shoulder and throat. He let out gasp of surprise and pleasure, grasping Gaara's biceps in an iron grip.

"Gaara, what are y-you doing?" he gasped out, feeling a slick wet tongue slide down over his collar bone, pausing to bite on the supple flesh, before continuing down towards Neji's shirt.

"J-Just shut up and let me do this," Gaara snapped raggedly, raising his head momentarily to fumble with the ties which fastened his top.

The only thought going through Neji's head at this moment was Shit! I can't let him do that! I have to tell him!

But, at the same time, he didn't want to tell Gaara anything about his condition. The admittance to another person that he had this ability was liable to make it seem more real; more final. But if he didn't tell the red head now, he would probably end up pregnant, and that was something that he didn't think he could handle.

"G-Gaara!" Neji said sharply, "N-No! You need to know something about me!"

"Tell me later," Gaara growled, pulling apart his top and letting it fall onto the ground.

"But-"

A single warm finger was shakily pressed to his lips, silencing him.

"I need this, Neji," he said roughly, "I'll fucking go insane if I don't get what I want now. Just this once?"

"Gaara, I need to tell you something!" Neji said, pulling that digit away from his lips with trembling fingers. The aphrodisiac was incredibly potent. He could only just see straight.

"And I've already said that you can tell me later,"

And then the ex jinchuuriki's hands were massaging his back as hot lips latched onto his collar bone again, slowly trailing downwards. Every time Neji tried to get a word out, he ended up gasping or groaning. But, as those dexterous hands reached his backside, he forgot about telling Gaara that there was a distinct possibility that he could become pregnant, forgot about informing him that there were people outside, and forgot to tell the red head that he was a virgin. He wondered briefly if it was normal to be that sensitive down there as he melted into the kazekage's arms, whimpering in the most pathetic way imaginable. His firm ass was being kneaded, and he spread his legs instinctively, pushing more of his backside into Gaara's hands.

"G-Gaara..nhng," Neji moaned throatily, breath escaping from between his parted lips in short puffs. He would never have guessed that such an area would be so sensitive, but it made sense that the aphrodisiac would be most focussed in the parts that were considered of use in sexual situations.

Upon realizing that his partner was giving in, albeit reluctantly, Gaara went the final step to ensuring that he got what he wanted and practically ripped the brunet's jeans open and shoved his hand inside. Neji wasn't wearing any boxers, having known that he wouldn't be able to fit his jeans on over the top. He practically sobbed with want as Gaara grasped his erect cock in a surprisingly steady hand, the other sliding between Neji's cheeks.

"Nng...ah!" he gasped desperately when Gaara paused in his ministrations to yank his jeans to his ankles. He stepped out of them and toed his shoes off, covering his groin as he looked abashedly to the side. But when he realised that Gaara was stripping, he couldn't help but look as the less modest ex demon vessel's body came into view as he removed each article of clothing one by one.

God, he's gorgeous, Neji thought as the red head raised an eyebrow expectantly, standing there in all his naked glory.

He was slightly shorter than Neji, though not by much, but he made up for his lack of height with a muscular build which probably derived from carrying that gourd around all day. His skin, though pale, was a lot darker than the brunet's, and made his fiery hair and kohl-rimmed eyes stand out more and appear even more exotic than they already did. Neji nearly began to salivate as his eyes trailed down over a perfectly defined six pack and paused at the red head's sizable erecting. Jutting out from a nest of thick red hair, it was longer than Neji's (who was a sizable seven inches, thank you very much) and thicker too. At the moment, it was almost purple with want, and Neji cringed with empathy. His own cock was in a similar state. But it would all be over soon. Gaara would come, leave and then he could go back to only talking to Neji when he had to.

For some reason, that thought sent a pang of hurt through his chest, but he quickly quashed any thought of getting Gaara to consent to dating him. It wasn't as though everyone ended up with the person they lost their virginity too, anyway, so it would be foolish to become attached.

"Come here," Gaara said lowly, making an effort to steady his voice. Neji walked forwards until they were chest to chest.

"Do you have any lube?" the ex demon vessel asked, sliding his hands up to stroke Neji's hair. It was so gentle...

"Hello? Anyone in there?"

"No," Neji replied, "We'll have to use alcohol,"

He reached out and snagged a conveniently placed bottle of spiced rum off the top of a crate and handed it to Gaara before turning around and bracing himself against the wall. He heard the subtle sound of the cork popping out of the bottle and the slosh of liquid being poured out, but that didn't prepare him for the feeling of ice cold alcohol being poured all over his ass. He yelped softly, his sensitised skin making the cool liquid feel like liquid nitrogen. He bemusedly wondered what was going on.

He soon found out.

Fingers were digging into his perfectly formed backside and parting his cheeks until Neji was sure that Gaara would be able to see everything. That thought made him blush like Hinata after Naruto had complimented her, and he was glad that he was facing the wall so that the Kazekage wouldn't be able to see the mortified look which crossed his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked, horrified.

"God, you look so good like this," Gaara said in a strained whisper, ignoring the brunet's question. Neji wondered for a moment how anyone could look good like that, but shrugged it off; that didn't matter right now. He just wished that he knew what the ex demon vessel was doing.

But then he didn't have to wonder anymore. Gaara 's face was suddenly pressed against his ass as he licked Neji's crack from top to bottom. The brunet jolted at the sensation, refusing to acknowledge how good that felt, and turned around.

"Did you just...?"

"Yes," Gaara replied impatiently, "Now turn around again. I need to get you ready for me, and this is the fastest way to do that,"

"But it's disgusting," Neji replied flatly, "Why would you want to put your tongue there?"

"Just shut up and turn around,"

Neji obeyed, though he was still baffled as to why anybody would want to do that. Then Gaara's tongue was back, but this time it just went straight to his hole, stimulating the sensitive pink flesh. He felt his thighs tighten and he let out a short moan before biting his index finger to muffle the sound.

The licking went on like this for quite a while and he barely noticed when he grabbed his own cheeks and prised them apart painfully, thrusting back into the red head's face.

"Mmm," he moaned around his finger, feeling ashamed that he wanted Gaara to put his tongue inside his passage. He looked down with half lidded glassy eyes, his face flushed pink. He couldn't see Gaara but it felt good to rest his searingly hot forehead against the blessedly cool wall.

"Please," he murmured softly, hating the way he had been reduced to this mess with just a few simple licks. He hated the pleading too, but he wanted to get this over with and Gaara seemed like the sadistic sort who liked to humiliate people.

"AAAAHHHH!" he shouted loudly, clawing desperately at the wall as that talented tongue slid inside him, tasting and massaging his inner walls. He almost thought he was going to die from the sheer sensation over loading him, and didn't even realise that his eyes were watering.

Damn, I'm sensitive, he thought, I wonder if this is because of the aphrodisiac. Or maybe it's because I'm a Graspveius.

With that thought, the reality of the situation came crashing down on his again, but he reminded himself forcefully that people usually don't get pregnant after only one time.

"God no!" he said as Gaara pulled his tongue out with a squelching noise, and winced; he hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Turn," the Kazekage said gruffly, and Neji did so, though shakily. He was sure he had never been so turned on in his life. His cock was so hard that it hurt and he knew that it was heavy with blood. He looked down, but that only made him wince. It was practically purple. He didn't know how he hadn't passed out from arousal yet.

"Put your legs around my waist," Gaara ordered, and Neji wrapped his arms around the red head's shoulders, heaving himself up to clutch at the kazekage's waist with the aforementioned limbs. He sighed with relief as his groin rubbed against Gaara's abs.

"I'm going to put it in," was the only warning he received before he felt something a lot bigger than a finger entering him, and immediately tensed up with shock.

"S-Stop...cl-clenching," Gaara ordered, but Neji couldn't help it. He had never done this before and, even with preparation, it still burned and there was no pleasure at all. He attempted to relax his muscles and took a deep breath, which helped a little.

He felt rather than heard Gaara breathe in deeply and then he was thrusting. Though it was not exactly a good feeling per se, as even the aphrodisiac couldn't drown out the pain, the thought of the Kazekage fucking was undeniably hot and he let out a low moan.

As Gaara picked up the pace, a jolt went through the brunet's body, and he shuddered in the ex demon vessel's grasp. Maybe sensitivity wasn't such a bitch afterall.

The way Gaara's cock moved inside him was indescribable. It felt so good, and his prostate hadn't even been stimulated yet.

"Ah...mmm," Neji moaned through tightly gritted teeth, fingers scrabbling over Gaara's back as the thrusts became more erratic, slamming into him with such force that he was surprised that he hadn't been smashed through the wall. He had his face pressed into the red head's shoulder, inhaling the vanilla scent of Gaara's hair, and tightened his thighs around the kazekage's waist. He could feel the muscles of Gaara's back shifting and tensing beneath his calves as he thrusted into Neji's body, panting harshly in the brunet's ear.

Neji could tell by the tense line of his jaw that the red head wouldn't last much longer. In an attempt to heighten the pleasure for Gaara, he moved his hips to a different angle, tightening up. He hadn't expected the white hot feeling of pleasure radiating out from his ass, causing him to shriek like a woman, as Gaara's cock jabbed something within him.

The Kazekage thrust in again, hitting that spot, and Neji shuddered in his arms, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came all over his and Gaara's chests. His body spasmed and tightened like a clamp around the red head's erection and the brunet thought that it seemed like his body was trying to imprint every vein and curve of Gaara's cock onto his passage walls. He belatedly realised that Gaara was coming too when he felt the powerful pulses of the kazekage's seed exploding inside him. His neck was bit by the red head and he winced, not expecting it.

Pulling back, Gaara let his now flaccid cock slide out of the tight passage with a wet sound. Neji gingerly let go of his vice-like grip around the kazekage's waist and stood up, leaning against the wall as post orgasmic bliss began to fade and Gaara's seed began to drip down his legs. Gaara threw his clothes to him, and Neji quickly got dressed, feeling a slight pang of hurt that the ex demon vessel was avoiding his gaze. He almost snorted at the cruelness of the situation. He had just given his virginity to the guy, and the bastard didn't even care! Of course, Gaara might not have known that Neji had been a virgin, but that was beside the point.

Well, if Gaara didn't want anything to do with Neji, then he wouldn't force his company on the red head any longer. With his head held high, he managed to lace his top with the help of his Byukagan. He stalked past the red head with a guarded look on his face, ignoring the hurt he felt when Gaara continued to avoid his gaze.

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You probably all hate me now! Don't worry, they won't be like this forever. Just give it some time and they'll be fucking like bunnies...again.

Ja Ne, all!

TenshiXXX

Edit: As you've probably noticed, I have changed some details. This will hopefully turn this fic into one I can be proud of, as opposed to one I am ashamed of, which is currently the case. I began to write this when I was 13, and I'm sorry to say that my representations of characters and events were very juvenile, even if the subject matter was not. I have therefore changed the little details that particularly pissed me off, while maintaining the original storyline. I hope the fic satisfies.