SEX LOG. OMG. FINALLY. [Part 1]
Characters: Hyuuga Neji and Uchiha Sasuke
Setting: December 28, I think. In the Blue Butterfly. At midnight. At the same time as Hinata's log with Chouji after the Hinata and Neji meeting.
Warnings: Oral. Anal. SEX. Yes.
Notes: OMG. This is so late and it's all my fault. x-x I'm so sorry, Sasu-chan! Forgive meeeeeee.
Sasuke could not sleep.
He laid there on the bed, eyes fixing unblinkingly on the plastered ceiling as his ears were filled by cawing noises of night birds. Owls. Hunters of the night. Beautiful, mysterious, and deadly. Just like… him.
What was wrong with Sasuke?
He groaned, turning to his side and rested his head on an arm, brows furrowing in frustration. There was something wrong with Sasuke. Something terribly wrong. He could not put a finger on it, but something was definitely not right. He was confused. Utterly confused. That one single thought, one single man, one single face, had messed with his mind.
He couldn’t get rid of that face. Those eyes, god, those eyes. They were haunting. Ever since this morning, Sasuke found himself unable to rid himself of the image. But he convinced himself that it was just an simple intrigue, a mere curious attraction to the man’s power. Right, because Neji was powerful. Sasuke did not want to touch those lips. Never. He wasn’t impulsive. The magnetism was there, but he resisted.
But he still failed.
The young Uchiha growled darkly, and rose off the bed. No use trying to sleep. He would have to stay up all night. Not that he minded. He had already gotten used to the habit. He did not need that much sleep anyway. And he needed to clear his mind from these idiotic thoughts.
A walk sounded nice.
Some fresh air sounded nice.
Neji had been sitting in the front lobby since he had returned with Hinata. It was quiet-almost too quiet, if he could believe that-and it gave him room to think. But every time he tried to start thinking, his thoughts would go wild, and he would not know where to place them. It got to the point where it the headache plaguing his mind was almost unbearable and the air around him seemed too thick with forgotten smoke and people and food. He couldn’t breathe.
Fresh air had seemed nice. The pouring down rain had been no problem. In fact, it felt nice. Neji walked out into the rain, eyes falling shut as he walked a few steps out, before letting his head lull back. The water fell, droplets of puddles building up till they created tears marks down his skin. His clothing soaked up the water, the cloth growing heavy with the extra wait. And his hair clung to his face and neck as the water soaked into the long dark strands.
It was as though everything that Neji had done wrong in his life, everything that he had wanted to forget, was slowly being washed away by the rain. It was as though with the simple exposure to the rain, everything that he never wanted to remember again was being forgotten. It was like his own form of desperate meditation. He could not concentrate on his own enough right now to meditate, but this was enough. This massage of droplets that continued on soothed his body and mind for a moment.
Only a moment.
Neji wished it could last longer.
The drumming of the rain against his window had sounded so quiet, but as he descended down the stairs, it had gotten considerably louder. Whether it was the rain getting heavier or just him, Sasuke didn’t know. The chill seeping through the cracks between the wooden panels felt nice against his skin, never mind that it was winter, never mind that he had never liked the cold before. His fingers started to harden, his skin started to rise, but Sasuke paid it no mind.
Other than the rain, it was quiet down in the lobby. Silence was always Sasuke’s favorite environment to do almost everything. Train, meditate, think, or brood, or take out his anger. He was a solitary person. And how he could be thinking so much about a single man made no sense in his mind. Absolutely none.
And here he was supposed to stop thinking about Neji already.
The chairs were stacked up neatly beside the tables, but one… a single one was out of place, and Sasuke spotted it easily. It was the chair he had sat at this morning. That place, that spot. Oh god, he would never be able to get rid of this, would he? Think about something else, Sasuke. Anything.
The figure walking in the rain caught his eyes.
Was that… Neji?
Sasuke’s feet moved forward without thinking, only when he had reached the entrance, and the rain water fell onto his cheek, did he blink out of the trance.
“… What are you doing?”
The water sent burning shivers down Neji’s spine, but he ignored it. He could feel his hands and feet already going numb. The dispatched snow that had been scattered about had already melted from the rain, but the cold had settled and stayed. It was seeping into his skin and settling against his bones, but he did not care. Sometimes, feeling numb was the best feeling of all.
At first, so lost in his thoughts, Neji did not hear the voice that floated through the rain. It was almost too soft and yet too dispersed like the rain. It blended in with the other sounds around him, but only because that voice had been on his mind for a while now did it register after a second. He opened his eyes and turned slowly, his mind oddly empty despite everything, before locking his white eyes on the dark figure in front of him.
Sasuke. A simple name that he had had to fight for in order to obtain. A simple yet elegant name that fell off his lips so perfectly it was as though he had known it the whole time. He hadn’t, though. In the end, he had not known any “Sasuke” ever, and so any suspicion was diverted. His eyes had told him that the stranger had been telling the truth. His eyes had told him that the stranger was beautiful.
His eyes told him lots of things.
And it was his eyes and the eyes that a certain girl up in one of those rooms that was driving him insane right now. But right now, there was no girl. Only Sasuke who had asked him what he was doing. What was he doing? He was just standing there, letting himself get soaked in freezing rain.
He was being an idiot.
He was trying to cleanse himself.
He was trying to forget.
And suddenly, Sasuke seemed like the perfect distraction.
“Nothing.” It was a true answer. Probably the most truth he had ever presented to Sasuke, actually, but he would not dwell on that. “Trying not to think. Why are you up?”
So you had stayed at the Inn after all.
You didn’t leave.
You’re still here.
And now I’m too screwed up to even think properly.
Why was Sasuke up?
The short-haired boy stepped into the rain, ignoring the freezing needles piercing into his skin as he walked towards the white-eyed man. Never mind that his clothes were getting ruined, never mind that the nerves on his skin and fingers were dying, never mind that his hair was matting against his skin, rainwater dripping freely from the tips. He continued towards Neji.
“Because I couldn’t sleep.”
His footsteps made soft splashing noise against the puddles on the ground. Never mind that his only pair of boots would be sodden for several days after this, never mind that he would probably catch a bad cold, never mind that his lips were turning blue and shaking like mad. Dark eyes still fixed on the lone figure, mesmerized.
Because I couldn’t stop thinking.
When Sasuke reached Neji, they were both soaked to their bones. Sasuke’s clothes clung to his body like another layer of his skin, stifling and uncomfortable. Never mind that he was freezing. The garments were a burden, hanging on his body a sticky, wet mess. His hair was all over his face now, and he could barely see past the sheets of rain now beating mercilessly on their bodies, but he stood, and stared.
About you.
Water clung to Sasuke’s eyelashes and now that they were so close, Neji could see every single one of them in detail. His face had grown pale against the cold, and his lips had turned an almost purple-ish color. But his hair and his eyes stood out against the pale expanse of skin, making him seem almost vampire-like, making him seem far more perfect than before. His clothes clung to his body, framing it perfectly, and all Neji could do was stare down at him.
A thin pale hand wrapped around his wrist and for a moment, they simply stood like that. Then Sasuke was pulling him back toward the Inn, back toward shelter, and back out of the rain. The fingers felt warm against his wrist, and he could feel the other’s body warmth literally leaking out. Suddenly, he seemed a lot colder than before. How long had he been standing out there? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? He held a shiver down, his eyes falling shut as he focused on the heat coming from Sasuke’s hand, and then the rain was gone. And so was Sasuke’s hand.
He opened his eyes and stared at the other boy, not saying anything for a moment. Times like this, times where silence could be present and it feel comfortable, it was times like these that Neji missed sometimes, and here he was experiencing it once again. He blamed it on the cold raking his system; he blamed it on the darkness of the tavern. Either way, though, he had somehow fallen into a comfortable silence with this man that he did not even really know.
A trail of water and mud from the door to a table was left in their wake. Neji brought down the second chair and let Sasuke take his former seat that had already been laid out. It was not until he was sitting down and staring at the raven-haired boy again did he realize that they were sitting in the exact same spot as before. As yesterday. Before his mind was gone completely out of whack.
“Why couldn’t you sleep?”
The silence almost seemed angry at his interruption as his voice seemed forced and almost foreign to his ears. The words were soft, though, almost a whisper to not disturb anybody who might be sleeping nearby. Or maybe he just did not want to talk loud and disturb the silence that had settled around them too much.
It was all an act of impulse. He wasn’t thinking when he grabbed Neji and pulled him inside. Survival instincts, probably, but then, he didn’t have to drag the other man along. They were freezing. They needed to get out of the cold. They were drenched. They needed to dry up. But then, all they did was sit there with their wet garments, staring at each other and listening to the rain fall. In the end, Sasuke couldn’t understand himself. At least so far, it hadn’t been a foolish move.
Maybe not yet.
“I was thinking.”
About things you would be best off not knowing.
His voice was barely more audible than a whisper, almost blending in with the pouring rain. His body was numb now, he couldn’t feel his fingers, or his toes, and heat was leaving him so quickly that he could see the air condensing around him. Air escaped his mouth in smoky clouds that quickly dispersed, leaving his now-blue lips trembling. He didn’t hold himself though. He disliked showing weaknesses. He disliked being vulnerable.
Uchiha Sasuke would never appear weak before another.
As much as he tried to hide it, Neji saw it all. He saw the coldness getting to the younger boy-was he even younger? Neji did not know. He only guessed. He saw the saw the smallest shivers rake the body in front of him, the goose bumps rising on pale arms and neck. And maybe he should not have been staring and watching as much as he was, but he could not look away. And he could not stop from feeling slightly guilty for it all. Sasuke was only as cold and wet as he was because of Neji.
It was because of him.
That seemed to happen a lot.
He was freezing now, too. The numbness had started to dissipate into a single burning sensation that ran throughout his body. A small sigh left his lips as he tried to ignore it, but it was either focus on the small pain or focus on Sasuke. And while the second option was more appealing-why? He would not admit-he stared down at the table as the heat in the tavern attempted to warm him up even as the freezing water protested against it.
“What about?” he asked. Now, he was just making conversation to make it. His thoughts were floating elsewhere (or so he thought; there was no way to know that they were thinking about the same thing, no matter how he wished it. But he didn’t wish it. He could never wish for that. That was wrong, so as long as one of them was thinking of something else, it was fine. And it was perfect. And there was no problem. They were thinking of two different things. End of story.) and any answer that he would give would be lost.
You.
But Sasuke didn’t say that.
“Things.”
He was trembling now, skin and muscles already feeling the pricking of the cold, feeling his body temperature dropping rapidly. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn’t. The cold was there, enveloping his body and making his eyelids heavy like lead, but he couldn’t sleep. His mind was plagued. Even with the freezing weather to distract him, Sasuke still couldn’t take his mind away.
He needed to change. He needed to sleep. He needed to empty his head. But he couldn’t get up. He was pinned to the chair, with his eyes glued to Neji’s face. With the distance between them, he could see every line of water that ran down the side of the man’s cheeks, collecting at the bridge of his nose, his eyelashes, and those lips. Right. Sasuke needed to forget this. He needed to take Neji out of his mind. They did not know each other. All they have of each other was a name. Names which were very possibly false.
In the end, they knew nothing of each other at all.
But Sasuke’s mind still lingered.
The image burned.
Neji told himself to stay seated. He told himself not to do anything. He told himself not to do anything foolish. But suddenly, he was standing behind Sasuke, his hands resting on the boy’s trembling arms as they moved up and down as a small effort to get him warm. He was cold, too, but all he could focus on was this boy in front of him. No matter how hard he stared at the table, he had seen Sasuke just out of his vision, trembling, shaking, shivering, and it was his fault that the boy was so cold, so he was there trying to warm him up.
Instead of building a fire or grabbing a blanket or something of that nature, he had touched him. It was like fire to the touch, but he blamed it on the rapid speed that they were losing body heat. Now that he was holding him, he did not want to let go, but he blamed it on the fact that he did not want the boy to get any colder than her already was. Hands reached down to pull Sasuke’s sleeves up, the friction working against skin as he worked to create heat.
“You should… go get dry.”
For a long while, or what seemed like it, Sasuke truly thought he had frozen to death. No, he couldn’t have been frozen. He could still feel it. Not the cold, not the water, but the burning touch on his skin. He sat there, numb, letting Neji run those hands up and down his arms, skin against skin. He didn’t know why he was letting a total stranger do that to him, but he found himself unable to move.
And then it clicked, after several long moments.
He swallowed, body slowly heating up, heart being quickly in his chest cavity. No, he was not going to think about that. It was just the cold and his body’s nature to seek heat. It was not the contact. It was not Neji. Not at all.
“You should too.”
The boy managed to choke out before he gathered all his strength, then pushed himself up from the chair and away from Neji’s hands. He needed to go to his room. He needed to change. Sleep. Yes, sleep sounded nice. A long sleep.
God, he missed that warmth already.
A slight incline of the head was supposed to represent the nod that Neji had wanted to give, but so lost after the loss of contact, he forgot to finish it. His hands felt cold, suddenly, and bare, as though he had put something down and forgot what or as if he had taken off his gloves. It was an odd empty feeling, but he said nothing on the subject.
He looked at Sasuke and his breath caught. The boy seemed tense and even unsure, an expression he had not been expecting. Reasons as to why he would look that way floated through his head, each idea more farfetched and more fitting than the last. How that worked out, he was not too entirely sure, but all he could do was stare at him as his back turned and he headed back up toward the staircase.
Sasuke had told him to go get dry, but he seemed so much colder without him there. He was alone again, lost in his own thoughts, lost in that coldness and despair. It was the worst. And all he could think was how much he hated this feeling. All he wanted was not to feel this way. He hated being human sometimes for that simple reason of feeling; it was unfamiliar and unimportant and it sent his mind to places that he would rather not go.
But he was human.
And Sasuke was there.
And suddenly, as Sasuke turned to disappear up the staircase, Neji was right there and grabbing him by the arms again. This time, though, he gripped him hard and in a manner that almost refused to let go as his lips crashed against the younger boy’s-or was he even younger? Neji did not know, he was only guessing. He did not even know this boy’s age, but he was so lost in his touch that he did not care what he did not know, only what he did know. And he knew that he loved his feeling of lips on lips.
There was tension between them. (Not like there wasn’t before, but this time it was tenfold thicker.) It seemed there was a gap between them, a gap that had a right to be there (because they were just strangers, after all), but at the same time, Sasuke hated it. His body had already gone back to the freezing state it was before the touch, and hell, he missed the contact. But he just had to deal. He had to. There was nothing between them. They did not know each other. That ‘Neji’ could be an enemy. Then why was he feeling like this?
Damn it.
He moved, feet striding towards the stairs in order to escape to his own room. There, he should be able to recollect himself. There, he could sleep. (Though he really doubted that.) There, he could force himself to forget, to take his mind off of these things just for a moment. (Because really, with Neji there, he couldn’t think of anything else.)
And then he was grabbed.
Lips.
Neji’s lips.
On his.
His pupils dilated and he stopped breathing.
It had been instinct-at least, that was what Neji told himself. It had made sense at the time, but now, standing here, his heart racing and realization of what had just transpired all too clear in his head, nothing made sense.
Slowly, he pulled away from the kiss-had it even been a kiss? Sasuke had not responded. He had just stood there, dumbfounded, unsure, (disgusted) or whatever else emotion had been going through his head. Neji would have probably done the same. He was doing the same. He didn’t know what he was doing now. It all seemed to have happened so fast.
His hands dropped. He stepped back. The space between them seemed far too much now. He wanted to kiss him again-response or not, it had felt good. It had been good. It had been what he wanted. But he didn’t want that now. He wanted to get out of there. It was suddenly too awkward, and he was suddenly too stupid, and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. He could not breathe.
He had to get out of there.
Ducking his head, Neji turned to head back toward the dining area. His face was burning. His blood was boiling. His heart was pumping. Everything seemed so right, but it was all so wrong. He walked away, leaving Sasuke standing there, leaving Sasuke to return to his room. Neji would seek him out no more. He had embarrassed him enough as it were. He had embarrassed himself enough.
It was just enough.
Maybe he was losing his mind.
A response? Sasuke had wanted to respond. But then, he didn't. It didn't seem right. But it felt right. It felt like what he should have done. And so he stood there, eyes wildly searching for the lips that had been on his just a moment ago, and now were gone. He wanted those lips back. Those foreign, strange lips, belonging to an equally foreign and strange man that he absolutely knew nothing about. But he wanted them back.
He wanted Neji back.
In a hurried daze, the Uchiha raced after that retreating back, mind already losing itself to the madness that was raging in his head. So what if it was just a night? So what? He had plenty of time to think later on. Right now, he wanted contact. He had been freezing, he had been cold, but those lips ignited a fire inside him again.
It was so dangerously warm.
He grabbed Neji's arm, flung the man around to capture those lips on his. And this time, he hung on to it.
There was no hesitation in responding this time around. Even as his own heart raced as the sudden contact that he had given up just a moment before, even as he tensed for a second expecting something else after that-hadn’t Sasuke been adept in fire magic? He should have been burned right now.
Except, he was burning.
His blood was boiling and any cold that he had been suffering from was floating away. His lips were aflame with heat from the other boy’s touch, and all he could think about was how much wanted this. Even if only for one night… it had been too long since he had felt like this (had he ever felt like this before?) and he did not want to give it up. Even though there were other things he should be thinking about, other things he should be considering, it was this he wanted. Nothing else.
Lips worked into the kiss as arms wrapped around the smaller frame. It was dangerous doing this. Far too dangerous. Too many people could see them. Too many dangers could lie in this. He did not even know Sasuke’s last name; he knew nothing of the other boy except that he wanted him. This was far too dangerous… and yet that was half the attraction. The danger of it all just made his heart race even more.
His heart was racing, beating madly in his chest. His muscles tensed and pulled, and his lips, god, his lips, they felt that they were about to be scorched. But it felt good. This second time, it truly did feel good. Moments ago, Sasuke had not known how to respond, he had not known how to think when the kiss was initiated. And he lost it. But now, he kissed back. He kissed back just as fervently as he received in return. And it felt good.
His fingers had come to lace into the wet, cold mess of Neji's hair, jerking his head down as he pushed his lips harder against the other's. His body felt so warm now, despite the cold still lodging in his bones. Their teeth clashed, and their mouths clumsily but quickly opened, and their tongue swirled against each other. It was all a blur. A hot, dazed blur before Sasuke’s eyes.
The clothes felt suffocating. He could feel Neji’s body right there, but the layers of fabric prevented him from touching it. But he couldn’t tear it off right now. Mad as he was, crazy as he was, Sasuke was clearly aware that he was down in the lobby of an inn. He groaned into the kiss and pulled at the other’s shirt, pushing their chests together and stepping backwards.
Only he bumped into a table. (Everything was going wrong today, damn it.)
They were being a lot clumsier than they would have been any other time, but too lost inside of the sensations, Neji did not care. He fought into the kiss, teeth suckling on Sasuke’s bottom lip, lips bruising and reddening, pants of air fighting their way out, and their clothes clinging to their bodies distractingly and annoyingly. It was for all the wrong reasons, but his mind muddled by this person, he did not care, and he added the spell to his eyes, too lost to open them. Sasuke’s pale skin-far too pale from the rain-had grown red and flushed, a sensitive pink color dashed onto his cheeks.
It was amazing how quickly one could lose sight of what they were supposed to be focusing on. It was amazing how quickly one could get lose inside their emotions, no matter how emotionless one could seem. Neji did not question this-what was there to question? It was happening; it was there-but in the back of his mind, he knew that he should stop this. He knew this was not right. But what for and why had been forgotten along with the rest of his logic somewhere during the night, and so here he was, still clamped to this boy that he hardly knew.
Sasuke was pushed up against a wall.
When Neji had started to move them forward using his sight, he did not remember. All he knew was Sasuke and the feeling running through his body. It was all so foreign and clumsy in a sensual manner. He had never allowed himself to really to be caught in this type of situation before. It was not his style. And yet, here he was. But there was no time to question it. No time to second guess.
He only moved and followed what his body wanted.
His mind was not working right now.
Pulling away from the kiss for the first time since it had started, chest heaving form the lack of oxygen, hands framing the smaller boy’s head, the Hyuuga surveyed the stranger-because, despite the name, he was a stranger-once more. This was the second he had to turn back. To change his mind. To pretend this had never happened. Nobody would ever know.
Ever.
“Where is your room?”
He did not take the chance.
Sometime in between the kiss, Sasuke’s mind blanked out. It gave, leaving the way for the raging fire inside himself that was starting to scorch everything inside its path. He had leaned desperately into the kiss, tongue running madly in no clear direction, only wanting to taste skin and flesh. The feeling was foreign - Sasuke, at eighteen, had never felt this way before, much less with another man - but so incredibly mind-numbing. And dangerous.
Logic seemed overrated and unnecessary. Other times, it had made sense, and Sasuke had listened to it without fail. He was a rational person. He was cautious. He had common sense. Now, he was acting purely on impulse and desire, body spinning out of control while his mind blurred of all coherency. He only realized out of the stinging haze the dull thud of his back hitting the wall, that thought then was immediately shoved away, replaced by the pleasure heavy on his lips.
He was gasping and panting slightly when they broke away, back pressing hard against the wall and feeling the creases of his wet shirt making marks on his back. His fingers were grasping the front of Neji’s shirt, their legs somehow intertwined, and chest pressing flush against each other. He could feel the other’s heart beating, the proximity made his blood rage in blind lust. He didn’t know what to think, or what to feel. Everything was so new, so strange, yet so pleasurable.
“Upstairs, the fourth room on the left.”
His head jerked once towards the stairs before his fingers pulled on Neji’s shirt, neck craning to crush their lips together again. Just a night, just one night, just one night for his libido to run rampage. Only tonight.
A tongue ran along the shorter boy’s lower lip as they stumbled their way up the stairs. Even with Neji being able to see where they were going, with his concentration elsewhere and lost in this boy, it was null to impossible to make out what he was seeing. And at the same time, Sasuke was blind to it all, instincts being his only driving force. Their only advantage was both of their natural inclinations to remain silent. Even through all of the stumbling and hands roaming, not a sound was heard except for the random creaks of the board beneath them.
Neji’s back ached with the random moments they would take to throw each other up against the wall as a break from their stumbling. But it was a good ache that he reveled in. It blended and mixed in with the pleasure that was flowing throughout his body, pleasure caused by this other boy clinging to him and touching him. He pulled Sasuke closer, hoping and working to give the dark-eyed boy the same amount of pleasure that he was receiving, it working its way through his body and sending shivers down his spine.
The damp shirt was pulled loose from Sasuke’s trousers, and a wandering hand traveled up his now accessible back, the skin on skin contact causing his breath to hitch slightly. The stairs disappeared out from beneath them as they stumbled through the hall, hands groping more boldly now as they neared the bedroom. Neji watched, only halfway concentrating, as they passed each door. His hand had moved to roaming across Sasuke’s bare chest, fingers playing with nipples and nails grazing across abs.
The Hyuuga’s back fell against a door, the hinges digging into his back as he leaned against it with Sasuke leaning against him. He pulled from their mess of hands and lips to look up at the door where a number 4 was painted there in rough, fading paint. Panting and more than a little aroused, Neji reached for the knob only to find it lock. He turned to look at Sasuke-the boy’s hair damp but even messier than usual, his lips painted red from the pressure Neji had pushed against it, and his cheeks flushed from their activities-and raised a single eyebrow.
Open the door. Now.
Sasuke almost slipped several time as the ascended the stairs, feet not seeing where they were going and only following instinct. All he knew was that he needed to get to somewhere with a decent amount of privacy, to a place where he could freely express the pleasure and returning it. Somewhere that he could release the choked moans and noise that had collected at the back of his throat and suffocating him. The pressure, the contact, the senses, the pain, they drowned Sasuke’s mind and driving his body insane.
In that muddled mess, all the Uchiha could make out was Neji’s wet lips pressing and moving against his, the dull pressure building inside his body and trickling down south, and the feel of the other’s fingers running across bare, sensitive skin. He sucked on that intruding tongue, willing himself to not make a sound as they staggered up the set of stairs, leaving a wet trail beneath their dripping boots. When they arrived at his door, Sasuke didn’t notice. He remembered seeing a flash of “4” and tugged Neji towards it, body not wanting to leave the warmth in the other.
He only vaguely realized that he had locked the door when he left the room. Security reasons. A curse and fingers fumbled in the pockets of his robe, fishing for the slippery key that felt no where in reach. He kept one hand lodged in the pocket while the other yanking on Neji’s hair, lips clumsily latching on the other’s once again. A bead of perspiration rolled down the side of his face. Whether it was the rain water dripping from his drenched hair or his own sweat permeating, Sasuke did not know.
The key finally came to his fingers after minutes of shuffling, and he pulled it out hastily, lips tearing from Neji’s to insert the metal rod into the hole properly - no more delay, they needed the friction bad and fast.
The door fell open behind Neji, and he stumbled backwards into the room, hands tangled in Sasuke’s shirt so that he pulled him along. One of them-Neji was too busy pulling the younger boy toward him and crashing their lips together once more to figure out who-kicked the door shut behind them. The wet clothes hanging from his skin had started to itch and cling uncomfortably so to the point where he all wanted was to get out of them. The fact that it had become rather uncomfortable wearing such confining clothing at this moment had nothing to do with it. At all.
Or maybe it did. He did not care. All he wanted was to touch Sasuke now. Hands quickly found the clasp of the dark-eyed boy’s cloak, and it fell to the floor in a heap. The robe was removed next, damp fingers pushing the cloth off of the boy’s shoulders and letting it slide off his body without any resistance. Neji’s hands roamed up Sasuke’s bare arms as he worked into the kiss, lips moving and pressing as teeth clashed and tongues danced. It was sensual and arousing and it was driving the Hyuuga wild.
The rain was pounding against the window, creating a rhythmic sound that echoed throughout the room. It was only the other sound in the room other than their heavy breathing and sounds of clothes shuffling. Sasuke’s shirt was pulled up and over his head with a simple yank and that was thrown away somewhere. They only parted for a second to allow the shirt to go over his head, but it felt like forever as Neji wrapped his arms around the smaller (skinnier, too) boy and they moved together toward the bed.
As thunder and rain drowned out the sounds of their soft noises, Sasuke shuddered violently, the cold air of the room came in contact with his wet skin dropped his body temperature even more. But he didn’t care about that. His lips were busy kissing and sucking endlessly on Neji’s, while his fingers ran from the long mane of hair down to the latter’s shoulder, muscles twitching and spasming because of the cold, but nails dug insistently into the fabric of Neji’s coat. He would not be the only one naked.
A moan slipped past his open lips, now free of restrictions, and he pressed harder, fingers sliding into Neji’s cloak and tugged on it, letting it drop down with a wet sound against the wooden floor. His feet continued backwards, driven by Neji’s hands and body towards the bed, until the back of his knees hit the mattress. His hand worked on the man’s shirt in a frenzy, stumbling here and there against buttons and ties, clumsily yanking it off Neji’s arms and flinging it somewhere he didn’t care to notice. Dazed eyes were fixed on the bare chest presented before him and he tore away from the kiss, trailing his tongue down a wet path to Neji’s ear.
The pleasure, the sensations, they were too much. They were driving Sasuke crazy. The kisses, the fingers, the touches, the noises, the whole thing felt too good to be true. He bit down on Neji’s earlobe, fingers caressing the smooth skin on his chest and occasionally running across a pert nipple. He moaned again, not bothering to even try to keep it in, air was already having difficulty getting through his nose already.
A shudder ran through the Hyuuga’s body as he felt Sasuke start to nibble and lick at his ear, an area on his body that he had never had anybody else touch with such sensuality. It was an odd thing, but a true thing, at how such a simple touch could have his head lulling back and eyes sliding shut in ecstasy at the feeling. Chills were rising up everywhere on his skin, the cool air making his flesh shiver and freeze as his hair left wet trails down his back. Even as his body temperature appeared to be lowering, he could feel it rising from the heat and lust that was pumping through his veins.
He pulled away from those heated lips only to turn his head and capture them again with his own. It was a searing kiss, meant to draw him in and distract as Neji’s hand ran down the bare expanse of skin, past hard abs, and down to pants. Eyes closed, and his concentration somewhere between Sasuke’s tongue and Sasuke’s teeth, getting the boy’s pants undone with only one hand-the other holding the boy closer to him, not giving his working hand much room to work with-was quite a feat. But the urgency was driving him mad, his thoughts were so fuddled, and his blood was pumping more and more with lust.
The button gave way beneath his shaking fingers.
The zipper was pulled down and pants were immediately yanked down past Sasuke’s hips, letting them fall to a pile around his ankles. Neji pushed the boy forward, lips parting from each other as the smaller frame fell back onto the bed, and boots were pulled off followed by the last pieces of clothing. Neji stood back up to his full height slowly, his eyes staring down at Sasuke’s now naked form, eyes glazing over from the image before him.
To say that he expected to end up in this situation ever would be a huge lie, but suddenly, it all made sense. There was no logic behind it still, but it still made complete sense. As white eyes traveled down a hardened face, dark eyes capturing his soul, across a tense neck and shoulders, marred already by nail marks and bites that Neji did not remember giving, over a strong and flat torso, the feeling of the skin still tingling beneath his fingertips, and onto pale hips and long legs, Neji realized that he was a fool not to have realized that he would end up in this situation sooner or later. It was only natural-being attracted to Sasuke was only natural-in a way, it was almost as though it was impossible for him not to be.
Two meetings was far too soon for this.
But any longer would have been unnecessary; why wait when you know what you want right now?
Knees gave out beneath him as he fell before the bed, hands gripping hips and nudging legs apart as he came down. He looked up at Sasuke from between the boy’s legs, his warm breath washing over the hardened shaft before him, before he slicked his tongue out to run it up the length experimentally. The taste of salt immediately took control of his taste buds, his own erection growing harder at the thoughts running through his head and the reactions he was suddenly drawing much more easily from the dark-eyed boy.
Setting: December 28, I think. In the Blue Butterfly. At midnight. At the same time as Hinata's log with Chouji after the Hinata and Neji meeting.
Warnings: Oral. Anal. SEX. Yes.
Notes: OMG. This is so late and it's all my fault. x-x I'm so sorry, Sasu-chan! Forgive meeeeeee.
Sasuke could not sleep.
He laid there on the bed, eyes fixing unblinkingly on the plastered ceiling as his ears were filled by cawing noises of night birds. Owls. Hunters of the night. Beautiful, mysterious, and deadly. Just like… him.
What was wrong with Sasuke?
He groaned, turning to his side and rested his head on an arm, brows furrowing in frustration. There was something wrong with Sasuke. Something terribly wrong. He could not put a finger on it, but something was definitely not right. He was confused. Utterly confused. That one single thought, one single man, one single face, had messed with his mind.
He couldn’t get rid of that face. Those eyes, god, those eyes. They were haunting. Ever since this morning, Sasuke found himself unable to rid himself of the image. But he convinced himself that it was just an simple intrigue, a mere curious attraction to the man’s power. Right, because Neji was powerful. Sasuke did not want to touch those lips. Never. He wasn’t impulsive. The magnetism was there, but he resisted.
But he still failed.
The young Uchiha growled darkly, and rose off the bed. No use trying to sleep. He would have to stay up all night. Not that he minded. He had already gotten used to the habit. He did not need that much sleep anyway. And he needed to clear his mind from these idiotic thoughts.
A walk sounded nice.
Some fresh air sounded nice.
Neji had been sitting in the front lobby since he had returned with Hinata. It was quiet-almost too quiet, if he could believe that-and it gave him room to think. But every time he tried to start thinking, his thoughts would go wild, and he would not know where to place them. It got to the point where it the headache plaguing his mind was almost unbearable and the air around him seemed too thick with forgotten smoke and people and food. He couldn’t breathe.
Fresh air had seemed nice. The pouring down rain had been no problem. In fact, it felt nice. Neji walked out into the rain, eyes falling shut as he walked a few steps out, before letting his head lull back. The water fell, droplets of puddles building up till they created tears marks down his skin. His clothing soaked up the water, the cloth growing heavy with the extra wait. And his hair clung to his face and neck as the water soaked into the long dark strands.
It was as though everything that Neji had done wrong in his life, everything that he had wanted to forget, was slowly being washed away by the rain. It was as though with the simple exposure to the rain, everything that he never wanted to remember again was being forgotten. It was like his own form of desperate meditation. He could not concentrate on his own enough right now to meditate, but this was enough. This massage of droplets that continued on soothed his body and mind for a moment.
Only a moment.
Neji wished it could last longer.
The drumming of the rain against his window had sounded so quiet, but as he descended down the stairs, it had gotten considerably louder. Whether it was the rain getting heavier or just him, Sasuke didn’t know. The chill seeping through the cracks between the wooden panels felt nice against his skin, never mind that it was winter, never mind that he had never liked the cold before. His fingers started to harden, his skin started to rise, but Sasuke paid it no mind.
Other than the rain, it was quiet down in the lobby. Silence was always Sasuke’s favorite environment to do almost everything. Train, meditate, think, or brood, or take out his anger. He was a solitary person. And how he could be thinking so much about a single man made no sense in his mind. Absolutely none.
And here he was supposed to stop thinking about Neji already.
The chairs were stacked up neatly beside the tables, but one… a single one was out of place, and Sasuke spotted it easily. It was the chair he had sat at this morning. That place, that spot. Oh god, he would never be able to get rid of this, would he? Think about something else, Sasuke. Anything.
The figure walking in the rain caught his eyes.
Was that… Neji?
Sasuke’s feet moved forward without thinking, only when he had reached the entrance, and the rain water fell onto his cheek, did he blink out of the trance.
“… What are you doing?”
The water sent burning shivers down Neji’s spine, but he ignored it. He could feel his hands and feet already going numb. The dispatched snow that had been scattered about had already melted from the rain, but the cold had settled and stayed. It was seeping into his skin and settling against his bones, but he did not care. Sometimes, feeling numb was the best feeling of all.
At first, so lost in his thoughts, Neji did not hear the voice that floated through the rain. It was almost too soft and yet too dispersed like the rain. It blended in with the other sounds around him, but only because that voice had been on his mind for a while now did it register after a second. He opened his eyes and turned slowly, his mind oddly empty despite everything, before locking his white eyes on the dark figure in front of him.
Sasuke. A simple name that he had had to fight for in order to obtain. A simple yet elegant name that fell off his lips so perfectly it was as though he had known it the whole time. He hadn’t, though. In the end, he had not known any “Sasuke” ever, and so any suspicion was diverted. His eyes had told him that the stranger had been telling the truth. His eyes had told him that the stranger was beautiful.
His eyes told him lots of things.
And it was his eyes and the eyes that a certain girl up in one of those rooms that was driving him insane right now. But right now, there was no girl. Only Sasuke who had asked him what he was doing. What was he doing? He was just standing there, letting himself get soaked in freezing rain.
He was being an idiot.
He was trying to cleanse himself.
He was trying to forget.
And suddenly, Sasuke seemed like the perfect distraction.
“Nothing.” It was a true answer. Probably the most truth he had ever presented to Sasuke, actually, but he would not dwell on that. “Trying not to think. Why are you up?”
So you had stayed at the Inn after all.
You didn’t leave.
You’re still here.
And now I’m too screwed up to even think properly.
Why was Sasuke up?
The short-haired boy stepped into the rain, ignoring the freezing needles piercing into his skin as he walked towards the white-eyed man. Never mind that his clothes were getting ruined, never mind that the nerves on his skin and fingers were dying, never mind that his hair was matting against his skin, rainwater dripping freely from the tips. He continued towards Neji.
“Because I couldn’t sleep.”
His footsteps made soft splashing noise against the puddles on the ground. Never mind that his only pair of boots would be sodden for several days after this, never mind that he would probably catch a bad cold, never mind that his lips were turning blue and shaking like mad. Dark eyes still fixed on the lone figure, mesmerized.
Because I couldn’t stop thinking.
When Sasuke reached Neji, they were both soaked to their bones. Sasuke’s clothes clung to his body like another layer of his skin, stifling and uncomfortable. Never mind that he was freezing. The garments were a burden, hanging on his body a sticky, wet mess. His hair was all over his face now, and he could barely see past the sheets of rain now beating mercilessly on their bodies, but he stood, and stared.
About you.
Water clung to Sasuke’s eyelashes and now that they were so close, Neji could see every single one of them in detail. His face had grown pale against the cold, and his lips had turned an almost purple-ish color. But his hair and his eyes stood out against the pale expanse of skin, making him seem almost vampire-like, making him seem far more perfect than before. His clothes clung to his body, framing it perfectly, and all Neji could do was stare down at him.
A thin pale hand wrapped around his wrist and for a moment, they simply stood like that. Then Sasuke was pulling him back toward the Inn, back toward shelter, and back out of the rain. The fingers felt warm against his wrist, and he could feel the other’s body warmth literally leaking out. Suddenly, he seemed a lot colder than before. How long had he been standing out there? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? He held a shiver down, his eyes falling shut as he focused on the heat coming from Sasuke’s hand, and then the rain was gone. And so was Sasuke’s hand.
He opened his eyes and stared at the other boy, not saying anything for a moment. Times like this, times where silence could be present and it feel comfortable, it was times like these that Neji missed sometimes, and here he was experiencing it once again. He blamed it on the cold raking his system; he blamed it on the darkness of the tavern. Either way, though, he had somehow fallen into a comfortable silence with this man that he did not even really know.
A trail of water and mud from the door to a table was left in their wake. Neji brought down the second chair and let Sasuke take his former seat that had already been laid out. It was not until he was sitting down and staring at the raven-haired boy again did he realize that they were sitting in the exact same spot as before. As yesterday. Before his mind was gone completely out of whack.
“Why couldn’t you sleep?”
The silence almost seemed angry at his interruption as his voice seemed forced and almost foreign to his ears. The words were soft, though, almost a whisper to not disturb anybody who might be sleeping nearby. Or maybe he just did not want to talk loud and disturb the silence that had settled around them too much.
It was all an act of impulse. He wasn’t thinking when he grabbed Neji and pulled him inside. Survival instincts, probably, but then, he didn’t have to drag the other man along. They were freezing. They needed to get out of the cold. They were drenched. They needed to dry up. But then, all they did was sit there with their wet garments, staring at each other and listening to the rain fall. In the end, Sasuke couldn’t understand himself. At least so far, it hadn’t been a foolish move.
Maybe not yet.
“I was thinking.”
About things you would be best off not knowing.
His voice was barely more audible than a whisper, almost blending in with the pouring rain. His body was numb now, he couldn’t feel his fingers, or his toes, and heat was leaving him so quickly that he could see the air condensing around him. Air escaped his mouth in smoky clouds that quickly dispersed, leaving his now-blue lips trembling. He didn’t hold himself though. He disliked showing weaknesses. He disliked being vulnerable.
Uchiha Sasuke would never appear weak before another.
As much as he tried to hide it, Neji saw it all. He saw the coldness getting to the younger boy-was he even younger? Neji did not know. He only guessed. He saw the saw the smallest shivers rake the body in front of him, the goose bumps rising on pale arms and neck. And maybe he should not have been staring and watching as much as he was, but he could not look away. And he could not stop from feeling slightly guilty for it all. Sasuke was only as cold and wet as he was because of Neji.
It was because of him.
That seemed to happen a lot.
He was freezing now, too. The numbness had started to dissipate into a single burning sensation that ran throughout his body. A small sigh left his lips as he tried to ignore it, but it was either focus on the small pain or focus on Sasuke. And while the second option was more appealing-why? He would not admit-he stared down at the table as the heat in the tavern attempted to warm him up even as the freezing water protested against it.
“What about?” he asked. Now, he was just making conversation to make it. His thoughts were floating elsewhere (or so he thought; there was no way to know that they were thinking about the same thing, no matter how he wished it. But he didn’t wish it. He could never wish for that. That was wrong, so as long as one of them was thinking of something else, it was fine. And it was perfect. And there was no problem. They were thinking of two different things. End of story.) and any answer that he would give would be lost.
You.
But Sasuke didn’t say that.
“Things.”
He was trembling now, skin and muscles already feeling the pricking of the cold, feeling his body temperature dropping rapidly. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn’t. The cold was there, enveloping his body and making his eyelids heavy like lead, but he couldn’t sleep. His mind was plagued. Even with the freezing weather to distract him, Sasuke still couldn’t take his mind away.
He needed to change. He needed to sleep. He needed to empty his head. But he couldn’t get up. He was pinned to the chair, with his eyes glued to Neji’s face. With the distance between them, he could see every line of water that ran down the side of the man’s cheeks, collecting at the bridge of his nose, his eyelashes, and those lips. Right. Sasuke needed to forget this. He needed to take Neji out of his mind. They did not know each other. All they have of each other was a name. Names which were very possibly false.
In the end, they knew nothing of each other at all.
But Sasuke’s mind still lingered.
The image burned.
Neji told himself to stay seated. He told himself not to do anything. He told himself not to do anything foolish. But suddenly, he was standing behind Sasuke, his hands resting on the boy’s trembling arms as they moved up and down as a small effort to get him warm. He was cold, too, but all he could focus on was this boy in front of him. No matter how hard he stared at the table, he had seen Sasuke just out of his vision, trembling, shaking, shivering, and it was his fault that the boy was so cold, so he was there trying to warm him up.
Instead of building a fire or grabbing a blanket or something of that nature, he had touched him. It was like fire to the touch, but he blamed it on the rapid speed that they were losing body heat. Now that he was holding him, he did not want to let go, but he blamed it on the fact that he did not want the boy to get any colder than her already was. Hands reached down to pull Sasuke’s sleeves up, the friction working against skin as he worked to create heat.
“You should… go get dry.”
For a long while, or what seemed like it, Sasuke truly thought he had frozen to death. No, he couldn’t have been frozen. He could still feel it. Not the cold, not the water, but the burning touch on his skin. He sat there, numb, letting Neji run those hands up and down his arms, skin against skin. He didn’t know why he was letting a total stranger do that to him, but he found himself unable to move.
And then it clicked, after several long moments.
He swallowed, body slowly heating up, heart being quickly in his chest cavity. No, he was not going to think about that. It was just the cold and his body’s nature to seek heat. It was not the contact. It was not Neji. Not at all.
“You should too.”
The boy managed to choke out before he gathered all his strength, then pushed himself up from the chair and away from Neji’s hands. He needed to go to his room. He needed to change. Sleep. Yes, sleep sounded nice. A long sleep.
God, he missed that warmth already.
A slight incline of the head was supposed to represent the nod that Neji had wanted to give, but so lost after the loss of contact, he forgot to finish it. His hands felt cold, suddenly, and bare, as though he had put something down and forgot what or as if he had taken off his gloves. It was an odd empty feeling, but he said nothing on the subject.
He looked at Sasuke and his breath caught. The boy seemed tense and even unsure, an expression he had not been expecting. Reasons as to why he would look that way floated through his head, each idea more farfetched and more fitting than the last. How that worked out, he was not too entirely sure, but all he could do was stare at him as his back turned and he headed back up toward the staircase.
Sasuke had told him to go get dry, but he seemed so much colder without him there. He was alone again, lost in his own thoughts, lost in that coldness and despair. It was the worst. And all he could think was how much he hated this feeling. All he wanted was not to feel this way. He hated being human sometimes for that simple reason of feeling; it was unfamiliar and unimportant and it sent his mind to places that he would rather not go.
But he was human.
And Sasuke was there.
And suddenly, as Sasuke turned to disappear up the staircase, Neji was right there and grabbing him by the arms again. This time, though, he gripped him hard and in a manner that almost refused to let go as his lips crashed against the younger boy’s-or was he even younger? Neji did not know, he was only guessing. He did not even know this boy’s age, but he was so lost in his touch that he did not care what he did not know, only what he did know. And he knew that he loved his feeling of lips on lips.
There was tension between them. (Not like there wasn’t before, but this time it was tenfold thicker.) It seemed there was a gap between them, a gap that had a right to be there (because they were just strangers, after all), but at the same time, Sasuke hated it. His body had already gone back to the freezing state it was before the touch, and hell, he missed the contact. But he just had to deal. He had to. There was nothing between them. They did not know each other. That ‘Neji’ could be an enemy. Then why was he feeling like this?
Damn it.
He moved, feet striding towards the stairs in order to escape to his own room. There, he should be able to recollect himself. There, he could sleep. (Though he really doubted that.) There, he could force himself to forget, to take his mind off of these things just for a moment. (Because really, with Neji there, he couldn’t think of anything else.)
And then he was grabbed.
Lips.
Neji’s lips.
On his.
His pupils dilated and he stopped breathing.
It had been instinct-at least, that was what Neji told himself. It had made sense at the time, but now, standing here, his heart racing and realization of what had just transpired all too clear in his head, nothing made sense.
Slowly, he pulled away from the kiss-had it even been a kiss? Sasuke had not responded. He had just stood there, dumbfounded, unsure, (disgusted) or whatever else emotion had been going through his head. Neji would have probably done the same. He was doing the same. He didn’t know what he was doing now. It all seemed to have happened so fast.
His hands dropped. He stepped back. The space between them seemed far too much now. He wanted to kiss him again-response or not, it had felt good. It had been good. It had been what he wanted. But he didn’t want that now. He wanted to get out of there. It was suddenly too awkward, and he was suddenly too stupid, and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. He could not breathe.
He had to get out of there.
Ducking his head, Neji turned to head back toward the dining area. His face was burning. His blood was boiling. His heart was pumping. Everything seemed so right, but it was all so wrong. He walked away, leaving Sasuke standing there, leaving Sasuke to return to his room. Neji would seek him out no more. He had embarrassed him enough as it were. He had embarrassed himself enough.
It was just enough.
Maybe he was losing his mind.
A response? Sasuke had wanted to respond. But then, he didn't. It didn't seem right. But it felt right. It felt like what he should have done. And so he stood there, eyes wildly searching for the lips that had been on his just a moment ago, and now were gone. He wanted those lips back. Those foreign, strange lips, belonging to an equally foreign and strange man that he absolutely knew nothing about. But he wanted them back.
He wanted Neji back.
In a hurried daze, the Uchiha raced after that retreating back, mind already losing itself to the madness that was raging in his head. So what if it was just a night? So what? He had plenty of time to think later on. Right now, he wanted contact. He had been freezing, he had been cold, but those lips ignited a fire inside him again.
It was so dangerously warm.
He grabbed Neji's arm, flung the man around to capture those lips on his. And this time, he hung on to it.
There was no hesitation in responding this time around. Even as his own heart raced as the sudden contact that he had given up just a moment before, even as he tensed for a second expecting something else after that-hadn’t Sasuke been adept in fire magic? He should have been burned right now.
Except, he was burning.
His blood was boiling and any cold that he had been suffering from was floating away. His lips were aflame with heat from the other boy’s touch, and all he could think about was how much wanted this. Even if only for one night… it had been too long since he had felt like this (had he ever felt like this before?) and he did not want to give it up. Even though there were other things he should be thinking about, other things he should be considering, it was this he wanted. Nothing else.
Lips worked into the kiss as arms wrapped around the smaller frame. It was dangerous doing this. Far too dangerous. Too many people could see them. Too many dangers could lie in this. He did not even know Sasuke’s last name; he knew nothing of the other boy except that he wanted him. This was far too dangerous… and yet that was half the attraction. The danger of it all just made his heart race even more.
His heart was racing, beating madly in his chest. His muscles tensed and pulled, and his lips, god, his lips, they felt that they were about to be scorched. But it felt good. This second time, it truly did feel good. Moments ago, Sasuke had not known how to respond, he had not known how to think when the kiss was initiated. And he lost it. But now, he kissed back. He kissed back just as fervently as he received in return. And it felt good.
His fingers had come to lace into the wet, cold mess of Neji's hair, jerking his head down as he pushed his lips harder against the other's. His body felt so warm now, despite the cold still lodging in his bones. Their teeth clashed, and their mouths clumsily but quickly opened, and their tongue swirled against each other. It was all a blur. A hot, dazed blur before Sasuke’s eyes.
The clothes felt suffocating. He could feel Neji’s body right there, but the layers of fabric prevented him from touching it. But he couldn’t tear it off right now. Mad as he was, crazy as he was, Sasuke was clearly aware that he was down in the lobby of an inn. He groaned into the kiss and pulled at the other’s shirt, pushing their chests together and stepping backwards.
Only he bumped into a table. (Everything was going wrong today, damn it.)
They were being a lot clumsier than they would have been any other time, but too lost inside of the sensations, Neji did not care. He fought into the kiss, teeth suckling on Sasuke’s bottom lip, lips bruising and reddening, pants of air fighting their way out, and their clothes clinging to their bodies distractingly and annoyingly. It was for all the wrong reasons, but his mind muddled by this person, he did not care, and he added the spell to his eyes, too lost to open them. Sasuke’s pale skin-far too pale from the rain-had grown red and flushed, a sensitive pink color dashed onto his cheeks.
It was amazing how quickly one could lose sight of what they were supposed to be focusing on. It was amazing how quickly one could get lose inside their emotions, no matter how emotionless one could seem. Neji did not question this-what was there to question? It was happening; it was there-but in the back of his mind, he knew that he should stop this. He knew this was not right. But what for and why had been forgotten along with the rest of his logic somewhere during the night, and so here he was, still clamped to this boy that he hardly knew.
Sasuke was pushed up against a wall.
When Neji had started to move them forward using his sight, he did not remember. All he knew was Sasuke and the feeling running through his body. It was all so foreign and clumsy in a sensual manner. He had never allowed himself to really to be caught in this type of situation before. It was not his style. And yet, here he was. But there was no time to question it. No time to second guess.
He only moved and followed what his body wanted.
His mind was not working right now.
Pulling away from the kiss for the first time since it had started, chest heaving form the lack of oxygen, hands framing the smaller boy’s head, the Hyuuga surveyed the stranger-because, despite the name, he was a stranger-once more. This was the second he had to turn back. To change his mind. To pretend this had never happened. Nobody would ever know.
Ever.
“Where is your room?”
He did not take the chance.
Sometime in between the kiss, Sasuke’s mind blanked out. It gave, leaving the way for the raging fire inside himself that was starting to scorch everything inside its path. He had leaned desperately into the kiss, tongue running madly in no clear direction, only wanting to taste skin and flesh. The feeling was foreign - Sasuke, at eighteen, had never felt this way before, much less with another man - but so incredibly mind-numbing. And dangerous.
Logic seemed overrated and unnecessary. Other times, it had made sense, and Sasuke had listened to it without fail. He was a rational person. He was cautious. He had common sense. Now, he was acting purely on impulse and desire, body spinning out of control while his mind blurred of all coherency. He only realized out of the stinging haze the dull thud of his back hitting the wall, that thought then was immediately shoved away, replaced by the pleasure heavy on his lips.
He was gasping and panting slightly when they broke away, back pressing hard against the wall and feeling the creases of his wet shirt making marks on his back. His fingers were grasping the front of Neji’s shirt, their legs somehow intertwined, and chest pressing flush against each other. He could feel the other’s heart beating, the proximity made his blood rage in blind lust. He didn’t know what to think, or what to feel. Everything was so new, so strange, yet so pleasurable.
“Upstairs, the fourth room on the left.”
His head jerked once towards the stairs before his fingers pulled on Neji’s shirt, neck craning to crush their lips together again. Just a night, just one night, just one night for his libido to run rampage. Only tonight.
A tongue ran along the shorter boy’s lower lip as they stumbled their way up the stairs. Even with Neji being able to see where they were going, with his concentration elsewhere and lost in this boy, it was null to impossible to make out what he was seeing. And at the same time, Sasuke was blind to it all, instincts being his only driving force. Their only advantage was both of their natural inclinations to remain silent. Even through all of the stumbling and hands roaming, not a sound was heard except for the random creaks of the board beneath them.
Neji’s back ached with the random moments they would take to throw each other up against the wall as a break from their stumbling. But it was a good ache that he reveled in. It blended and mixed in with the pleasure that was flowing throughout his body, pleasure caused by this other boy clinging to him and touching him. He pulled Sasuke closer, hoping and working to give the dark-eyed boy the same amount of pleasure that he was receiving, it working its way through his body and sending shivers down his spine.
The damp shirt was pulled loose from Sasuke’s trousers, and a wandering hand traveled up his now accessible back, the skin on skin contact causing his breath to hitch slightly. The stairs disappeared out from beneath them as they stumbled through the hall, hands groping more boldly now as they neared the bedroom. Neji watched, only halfway concentrating, as they passed each door. His hand had moved to roaming across Sasuke’s bare chest, fingers playing with nipples and nails grazing across abs.
The Hyuuga’s back fell against a door, the hinges digging into his back as he leaned against it with Sasuke leaning against him. He pulled from their mess of hands and lips to look up at the door where a number 4 was painted there in rough, fading paint. Panting and more than a little aroused, Neji reached for the knob only to find it lock. He turned to look at Sasuke-the boy’s hair damp but even messier than usual, his lips painted red from the pressure Neji had pushed against it, and his cheeks flushed from their activities-and raised a single eyebrow.
Open the door. Now.
Sasuke almost slipped several time as the ascended the stairs, feet not seeing where they were going and only following instinct. All he knew was that he needed to get to somewhere with a decent amount of privacy, to a place where he could freely express the pleasure and returning it. Somewhere that he could release the choked moans and noise that had collected at the back of his throat and suffocating him. The pressure, the contact, the senses, the pain, they drowned Sasuke’s mind and driving his body insane.
In that muddled mess, all the Uchiha could make out was Neji’s wet lips pressing and moving against his, the dull pressure building inside his body and trickling down south, and the feel of the other’s fingers running across bare, sensitive skin. He sucked on that intruding tongue, willing himself to not make a sound as they staggered up the set of stairs, leaving a wet trail beneath their dripping boots. When they arrived at his door, Sasuke didn’t notice. He remembered seeing a flash of “4” and tugged Neji towards it, body not wanting to leave the warmth in the other.
He only vaguely realized that he had locked the door when he left the room. Security reasons. A curse and fingers fumbled in the pockets of his robe, fishing for the slippery key that felt no where in reach. He kept one hand lodged in the pocket while the other yanking on Neji’s hair, lips clumsily latching on the other’s once again. A bead of perspiration rolled down the side of his face. Whether it was the rain water dripping from his drenched hair or his own sweat permeating, Sasuke did not know.
The key finally came to his fingers after minutes of shuffling, and he pulled it out hastily, lips tearing from Neji’s to insert the metal rod into the hole properly - no more delay, they needed the friction bad and fast.
The door fell open behind Neji, and he stumbled backwards into the room, hands tangled in Sasuke’s shirt so that he pulled him along. One of them-Neji was too busy pulling the younger boy toward him and crashing their lips together once more to figure out who-kicked the door shut behind them. The wet clothes hanging from his skin had started to itch and cling uncomfortably so to the point where he all wanted was to get out of them. The fact that it had become rather uncomfortable wearing such confining clothing at this moment had nothing to do with it. At all.
Or maybe it did. He did not care. All he wanted was to touch Sasuke now. Hands quickly found the clasp of the dark-eyed boy’s cloak, and it fell to the floor in a heap. The robe was removed next, damp fingers pushing the cloth off of the boy’s shoulders and letting it slide off his body without any resistance. Neji’s hands roamed up Sasuke’s bare arms as he worked into the kiss, lips moving and pressing as teeth clashed and tongues danced. It was sensual and arousing and it was driving the Hyuuga wild.
The rain was pounding against the window, creating a rhythmic sound that echoed throughout the room. It was only the other sound in the room other than their heavy breathing and sounds of clothes shuffling. Sasuke’s shirt was pulled up and over his head with a simple yank and that was thrown away somewhere. They only parted for a second to allow the shirt to go over his head, but it felt like forever as Neji wrapped his arms around the smaller (skinnier, too) boy and they moved together toward the bed.
As thunder and rain drowned out the sounds of their soft noises, Sasuke shuddered violently, the cold air of the room came in contact with his wet skin dropped his body temperature even more. But he didn’t care about that. His lips were busy kissing and sucking endlessly on Neji’s, while his fingers ran from the long mane of hair down to the latter’s shoulder, muscles twitching and spasming because of the cold, but nails dug insistently into the fabric of Neji’s coat. He would not be the only one naked.
A moan slipped past his open lips, now free of restrictions, and he pressed harder, fingers sliding into Neji’s cloak and tugged on it, letting it drop down with a wet sound against the wooden floor. His feet continued backwards, driven by Neji’s hands and body towards the bed, until the back of his knees hit the mattress. His hand worked on the man’s shirt in a frenzy, stumbling here and there against buttons and ties, clumsily yanking it off Neji’s arms and flinging it somewhere he didn’t care to notice. Dazed eyes were fixed on the bare chest presented before him and he tore away from the kiss, trailing his tongue down a wet path to Neji’s ear.
The pleasure, the sensations, they were too much. They were driving Sasuke crazy. The kisses, the fingers, the touches, the noises, the whole thing felt too good to be true. He bit down on Neji’s earlobe, fingers caressing the smooth skin on his chest and occasionally running across a pert nipple. He moaned again, not bothering to even try to keep it in, air was already having difficulty getting through his nose already.
A shudder ran through the Hyuuga’s body as he felt Sasuke start to nibble and lick at his ear, an area on his body that he had never had anybody else touch with such sensuality. It was an odd thing, but a true thing, at how such a simple touch could have his head lulling back and eyes sliding shut in ecstasy at the feeling. Chills were rising up everywhere on his skin, the cool air making his flesh shiver and freeze as his hair left wet trails down his back. Even as his body temperature appeared to be lowering, he could feel it rising from the heat and lust that was pumping through his veins.
He pulled away from those heated lips only to turn his head and capture them again with his own. It was a searing kiss, meant to draw him in and distract as Neji’s hand ran down the bare expanse of skin, past hard abs, and down to pants. Eyes closed, and his concentration somewhere between Sasuke’s tongue and Sasuke’s teeth, getting the boy’s pants undone with only one hand-the other holding the boy closer to him, not giving his working hand much room to work with-was quite a feat. But the urgency was driving him mad, his thoughts were so fuddled, and his blood was pumping more and more with lust.
The button gave way beneath his shaking fingers.
The zipper was pulled down and pants were immediately yanked down past Sasuke’s hips, letting them fall to a pile around his ankles. Neji pushed the boy forward, lips parting from each other as the smaller frame fell back onto the bed, and boots were pulled off followed by the last pieces of clothing. Neji stood back up to his full height slowly, his eyes staring down at Sasuke’s now naked form, eyes glazing over from the image before him.
To say that he expected to end up in this situation ever would be a huge lie, but suddenly, it all made sense. There was no logic behind it still, but it still made complete sense. As white eyes traveled down a hardened face, dark eyes capturing his soul, across a tense neck and shoulders, marred already by nail marks and bites that Neji did not remember giving, over a strong and flat torso, the feeling of the skin still tingling beneath his fingertips, and onto pale hips and long legs, Neji realized that he was a fool not to have realized that he would end up in this situation sooner or later. It was only natural-being attracted to Sasuke was only natural-in a way, it was almost as though it was impossible for him not to be.
Two meetings was far too soon for this.
But any longer would have been unnecessary; why wait when you know what you want right now?
Knees gave out beneath him as he fell before the bed, hands gripping hips and nudging legs apart as he came down. He looked up at Sasuke from between the boy’s legs, his warm breath washing over the hardened shaft before him, before he slicked his tongue out to run it up the length experimentally. The taste of salt immediately took control of his taste buds, his own erection growing harder at the thoughts running through his head and the reactions he was suddenly drawing much more easily from the dark-eyed boy.