Sand Fiction
Title: Untitled
Pairings: Kankuro/Gaara, implied Gaara/Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Warning: incest and sex
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
The love you got is surely
All the love that I would ever need
I’m going to take you by my side
And love you tall, ‘til the world ends
Dave Matthews Band
Like most shinobi, Kankuro was a light sleeper. Even though that ability saved his ass on more than one occasion he hated it because anything could wake him up no matter how exhausted he was, not matter the disturbance. It could have been the sand scrapping across his window or someone making their way to down to the kitchen. So when his bedroom door opened that night, his hair-trigger reflexes snapped his body awake, adrenaline already pumping in his veins when his hand reached for the blade underneath his pillow before he opened his eyes.
In the haze of sleep he heard the faint sound of the lock clinking back into place echo around the quiet room. With the help of the pale white moonlight, Kankuro could see the small figure of his brother carefully advance towards Kankuro, sidestepping puppet parts that Kankuro hadn't bothered to pick up with his bare feet. Kankuro let out a shaky breath and let the kunai blade fall to the floor.
It had been months since Gaara had come to him like this but Kankuro made room for him in his bed nevertheless. This was an old habit that apparently neither of them had kicked. Kankuro didn't mind. It was rather cute despite Gaara's age when his maturing face and limbs were slowly loosing their childish softness and the confusion and loneliness blurring his bottomless green eyes.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing,” Gaara murmured savagely, refusing to meet Kankuro's eyes as he dropped heavily onto the bed. He put his head on Kankuro's pillow, and closed his eyes like this was his bed, in his room. “I just couldn't sleep.”
It wasn't the best of answers but Kankuro was willing to accept that even if he could sense the anger consuming his brother from the inside. He yawned and settled back down next to his motionless brother, drawing the cover over their bodies.
Words were useless now so he placed a hand on Gaara's head, ruffling the soft red hair. By the time he was messaging his brother's slender neck, his brother's breathing slowed and some of that unexplained anger was placated enough so that Kankuro didn't have to worry about bodily harm while he slept.
“Good night,” he whispered before he drifted off to the sound of Gaara's steady breathing.
Kankuro woke up later in the night on his side with Gaara pressing against his back, disoriented and warm with fever. He could feel Gaara's breath licking his neck and the faint pulse of his heart through his shirt but it was the warm ache between his legs that had pulled Kankuro from his dreamless sleep. He swore silently, slipping a hand down to feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. The friction made him bite his lips to keep from making a sound.
He laid there, still, listening to make sure Gaara was still asleep and curing his own stupid body. When he was sure that he was only one away, he carefully untangled himself from Gaara's lithe body and the knotted covers, too tired and too needy to make his arousal go away by sheer force of will.
As quietly as possible he made his way to the bathroom. The white tile was a cool shock against the bottoms of his feet. He closed the door behind him and leaned heavily against the wall, his breath accelerating as he jerked his cotton pants down passed his groin and wrapped his rough-skinned hands around his straining cock, glaring at the reddening tip with frustration.
He wanted to blame his hormones for putting him in such a situation. He had been too busy with his missions and was slowly starting to feel the incessant burn and edginess of sexual frustration. But this was not the first time something like this had happened. Why should he be surprised that it hadn't stopped even if Gaara was in love with someone else?
He sucked on his lower lip to keep silent so Gaara wouldn't hear as he started the pump himself, wanting to get done as soon as possible. This had become a daily routine for him but it was less feeling each time he came. The pleasure was good but not great and the want still remained, unsatisfied and desperate for more.
Distracted by the budding pleasure that promised some release, Kankuro wasn't aware of the door opening until it was too late. It dumb silence, Kankuro stared at Gaara. His brother's face was stoic but there was chaos swirling in his sea-green eyes that Kankuro hadn't seen in a while. Well at least not directed at him.
“What are you doing?” He could feel the first pangs of shame but he didn't. The way Gaara was staring at him as he leaned against the door was way too distracting.
Gaara's only reply was silence as he moved forward, grabbing that back of Kankuro's neck and dragging him down into a vicious heated kiss that stunned Kankuro. It happened so quickly that Kankuro didn't have time to resist, didn't have the time to think of all they reasons that they shouldn't be doing this. Then it felt so good, he didn't want to.
Slowly his hunger returned, fueled by the eager response of his little brother. His tongue ran along Kankuro's lips wetly, a little teasing, before he bit down on the bottom lip and tugging carefully. A groan built up in Kankuro's throat as he opened his mouth. Their breaths mingled, tongues caressed and teeth bit. Gaara was moving against him and whimpering softly in the back on his throat, and suddenly Kankuro remembered how it felt when he made his brother lose all his self-control and moaned and begged beneath him.
Kankuro's hands gravitated away from his cock to grip Gaara's waist, crushing his smaller form against his, as Gaara buried his hands in Kankuro's hair, holding tight. Kankuro could feel Gaara's own hardening erection pressing against his pants. Without thinking, Kankuro slipped one hand down Gaara's body to cup his ass and then his thin thigh, drawing his leg up and around Kankuro's waist. Gaara moaned and bucked against him. This was a much better angle for them but not perfect. Kankuro turned, grabbing Gaara's other leg, until Gaara was sitting on the sink with his legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
Gaara's body felt so small against his. He'd forgotten how it felt to hold him so close. It had been months since they fooled around like this. But the reasons why they had stopped were gone and neither of them cared at the moment.
Kankuro bit Gaara's lips and slowly start to move against him. Kankuro could feel the wetness and heat growing between their bodies. Shallowly at first just to tease until Gaara's hands were claws gripping the edge of the sink and he was moaning with each quick breath, until his body was taut, on edge and arching into the inadequate friction. Slowly Gaara unwrapped his legs and placed his heels on the porcelain edge, adding more leverage. The site was so hot Kankuro gave him what he wanted. He jerked his hips hard against his and with a moan, Gaara fell back against the wall, his head thrown back against mirror, red mouth agape, hips and ass undulating.
“Fuck,” Kankuro hissed. Gaara felt and looked so damned good reclining against the sink and wall. His hair was messy, his green were unfocused, and lips swollen and the color of bruised fruit. His eyes slipped down Kankuro's body to rest on his cock for a moment. Then slowly he raised a hand to his face, parted his lips, and ran the tip of his pink tongue along the length of his delicate index finger before teasing the fleshy tip.
It was almost too much stimulation but Kankuro couldn't look away as Gaara sucked his fingers. He was so close to coming, it would have been easy to pin his brother there and come like that but since Gaara was asking nicely...
Kankuro slowly dragged himself away, stumbling into the wall, and Gaara slipped off the sink and onto his knees in front of Kankuro, the tip of his tongue running along his top lip before he leaned close and took his first swipe, slowly licking the head of Kankuro's cock, never taking his eyes away from his brother's face like a tease as he tasted the wetness gathered there. Kankuro had to close his eyes and, limply resting against the cold wall, let Gaara suck on him.
Kankuro faintly wandered if Gaara could still come from giving someone else head before he stopped thinking at all. It was too late and they were too hot and lustful to drag this out for too long. It didn't take much for Gaara hot eager mouth to bring Kankuro off.
Pleasure burnt its away from the bottom of Kankuro's belly but he could feel the desire increasing. His body craved for more-so much more-after weeks of celibacy.
They were back in the dark bedroom, frantic hands stripping and pulling impeding clothes off while their lips pressed against each others, messy, rough, and tasting of sex. Kankuro grabbed the hem of Gaara's mesh shirt and yanked it upwards before tossing it away. The pale naked skin before never looked more tempting as Gaara stood before him, beside himself with desire and licking his raw lips like they were the flesh of fruit. A second later, Kankuro was stripped of his shirt and wrapping his arms around his brother, dragging his body flush against his until their glistening skin was touching and their ragged breaths intertwined and echoed in the still room.
Gaara's pale hands rested on Kankuro's chest, fingers pressing hard into the defined muscles made by hours of long hard work under the Suna sun. Lips and tongue soon followed, eager to kiss and taste all the scars and intricate tattoos decorating every inch of Kankuro's skin like armor. Kankuro groaned when he felt Gaara wrap his lips around his nipple, sucking and nipping until it was almost painful. When it was abused enough, he moved to the other.
Kankuro settled his hands on his brother's hips, slowly moving him backwards. A surprised gasp from Gaara and Kankuro pushed him onto the disheveled bed, grinning wantonly and breathless as his soft naked skin glowed like marble in the moonlight and his hungry eyes burning and pleading for Kankuro to fuck him.
They slipped back into their routine as easily as if things had never changed for them at all. Kankuro would fuck his brother, use everything in his power to drive him wild, and Gaara would allow it.
Gaara squirmed when Kankuro caught the edge of his pants and pulled them off. The rest of Kankuro's clothing was gone is a matter of seconds. Gaara's breathe quickened as Kankuro slowly knelt on the bed, towering over his supine body and spread legs before lying down.
How could he have forgotten how good it felt to have Gaara beneath him? He was smaller than Kankuro, sylphlike, and it filled Kankuro with the dark sense of dominance and control but also the urge of protection.
As Kankuro grabbed a fist full of red hair, forcing Gaara's head up and to the right, he kissed the length of exposed skin on Gaara's neck, tasting soap and sweat and whispering in a low dark voice everything he could suddenly recall from their past that had made Gaara hot and shameless in him arms. Gaara moaned, his nails stabbing Kankuro's hard shoulders, making him hiss from the pleasure-pain.
If everything had felt so good, they did they stop? They hadn't care that they were brothers and fucking each other senseless whenever they could. Gaara hadn't cared when Kankuro would slip inside the shower with him and screw him against the wet marble wall just minutes before a mission or a meeting. Kankuro hadn't cared when he spied the sand eye in the dark recesses of his room as he sought pleasure in his bed or when Gaara returned from a tough day, empty-eyed and lost in the bedlam raging in his mind, and sought his help throughout the night.
He still wondered when his tongue flicked Gaara's pale brown nipples. Gaara's breath caught in his throat, his voice a little higher and breathy than normal. So uncharacteristic and different from his normal speaking voice.
Kankuro paused and wondered if Gaara was like this with Naruto. Then he remembered the reason that they had stopped. Gaara had fallen in love with the blond-haired shinobi from the Konoha village who the talent to draw Gaara out of his dark shell, to make him laugh and smile.
Kankuro hadn't protested to his brother's wish to have a relationship with Naruto. He just backed off. They couldn't keep doing this forever anyway. It would be found out eventually. They needed better, realistic partners. Even if he felt rejected and hurt was unimportant whenever he saw Gaara's shy smile.
Thoughts like these were hard to stomach so he forced them away. He placed hot, open-mouth kisses on Gaara's quivering stomach, slowly descending until he could feel the tip of Gaara's erection pressing against his throat. He swallowed his brother without warning. Gaara's strangled desperate cry filled the room and made Kankuro's blood burn hotter. His precum was salty and bitter but Kankuro drunk it was like it was water as he sucked him.
Gaara's hands were on him, tugging his hair painfully. “Stop,” he panted. “I'm...I'm gonna cum.”
He gave in. With on last lick, Kankuro moved back up Gaara's body and kissed him on the lips. “Turn over.”
He felt the shiver run through the body beneath his as slowly Gaara did what he was told with Kankuro's hands never leaving his body until the position was right, until Gaara's back was exposed to Kankuro and his legs bent and spread beneath his body.
“There,” Kankuro breathed against his neck. “Like that.”
Kankuro ran his fingertips down the smooth unblemished span of skin and then the round swell of his ass, slipping his agile fingers between crevice to caress the puckered sensitive flesh there. Gaara writhed, moaning, as Kankuro watched, taking the opportunity to focus a little amount of chakra at the tip of his tongue. When he was ready he leaned down and took a little lick, nothing too quick so that Gaara could get used to the sensation. When he heard his brother moan his name he knew that Gaara was more than ready.
The next lick was longer and deeper, his tongue pushing through the tight hole and inside Gaara's warm body, thrusting shallowly in and out of him. Kankuro took his time regardless to the tempting pleas of his brother. He pulled away only when Gaara was on the verge of orgasm. In the nightstand beside the bed, Kankuro grabbed a bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount onto his hand. He took more time preparing Gaara, teasing him with his chakra charged fingertips. He was still so tight and he didn't want to run the risk of hurting him.
When Gaara was relaxed and loose, Kankuro sat up and squeezed more oil onto his hand. Slowly, Gaara pushed himself onto his knees and turned around. Smirking, he dipped his fingertips into the lube and smoothed it onto Kankuro's cock carefully with light touches that were more frustrating than fulfilling. It was hard not to come then and there but it felt too good to stop Gaara just then.
Finally his brother pulled away, hands sticky, and straddled Kankuro's lap, their cocks rubbing and causing them to shudder in unison. Desperate now, Kankuro gripped his brother's slender hips, his long fingers pressing into the soft flesh as Gaara lowered himself onto Kankuro. He bit his lower lip and his brow wrinkled as he pressed Kankuro's length inside him in one smooth thrust. It was too late to go slow.
The pressure and the warmth gripping Kankuro was too good and the view was too beautiful that he let Gaara control the pace for the first few uneven thrusts. Gaara's hips bucked in rhythm, his legs forcing him up as Kankuro's hands on his ass forced him back down on his dick. Their shared pants and moans of pleasure ringed in Kankuro's ears until Gaara moved forward to crush his mouth against his. Steadily their pace increased and they were blind to everything else but release.
One good thrust at the right angle caused Gaara to throw his head back, a moan slipping past parted, swollen lips. Kankuro leaned forward to assault the exposed neck with his teeth and tongue. Gaara trembled helplessly, sucking in a deep breath, and forced himself down hard.
When the teasing was too much and his body demanded relief, Kankuro pushed his brother back onto the bed and fucked him roughly. Gaara's slender legs were around his waist , ankles locked in a death grip, forcing Kankuro inside him. They were panting heavily and their smooth bodies were slick with sweat. Gaara's hands pressed into Kankuro's shoulders, nails digging without mercy into the flesh and muscle there.
Things were starting to get fuzzy and unfocused as pain and pleasure ran throughout Kankuro's body. Broken words fall from Gaara's mouth, pleading and begging, ravenous for release and the squelching of the fire that burned him from the inside out. Kankuro crushed his face against Gaara's neck, telling him in a dark voice that Gaara was his. Even if he wanted to, Kankuro can't stop this feeling for his brother. It was so intense and insatiable. Endless. Even if they drifted apart, get involved with other people, they will always come back to this dark secret. Only Kankuro could make Gaara loose all control like this. Only Gaara could satisfy Kankuro.
It was only a matter of time before it was all over. Slipping a hand down the length of his brother's writhing body, Kankuro wrapped his hand around Gaara's erection. He pumped his roughly, making him cum with a strangled cry after a few quick seconds. Kankuro continued to slam into Gaara's body -once, twice- until the pleasure of orgasm finally claimed him and left him breathless and spent.
Together they collapsed onto the messy bed, breathing hard and fast and exhausted beyond belief. Finally that terrible wanting monster within him was quiet for the first time in weeks.
When he felt enough energy return to him, Kankuro carefully pulled himself out and fell onto his back, spread-eagle, next to his brother. His eyes drifted shut and he listened to his all-too-loud breathing, the sound of his heart throbbing in his ears and the shifting of the covers as Gaara got comfortable, resting on Kankuro's steady shoulder. They took their time recovering.
When his body was cool, Kankuro felt Gaara's soft lips on his neck, his hands stroking his chest with surprising gentleness, and he finally opened his eyes. He ran his fingers through the brilliant strands of red hair. Slowly Gaara looked up.
“Before I was reading a letter from Konoha before,” Gaara began hesitantly, unsure of how to proceed. His voice was soft and scratchy from overuse. He lowered his head, hiding it against Kankuro's neck, brushing his lips against Kankuro's skin. “It was from Naruto.”
That name threatened to steal every good feeling Kankuro had. It felt like his heart dropped into his stomach and there was a heavy weight on his chest. He forced that all aside for Gaara's sake.
“What did he say?”
“He's going after Sasuke.”
Kankuro let out a slow breath and wrapped his arms tight around his brother's body. He should have been stunned but he had expected Naruto to do something like this sooner or later.
“I'm so stupid. So fucking stupid,” Gaara cried softly, his shoulders quivered as his hands balled up. “Of course it's Sasuke. It's always been Sasuke.”
Gaara was shaking against him, his voice breaking as he sobbed silently. Kankuro could only hold onto his brother, could only stroke that quivering back in hopes that his touch would offer some sort of reassurance and comfort.
I'm here. You still have me.
After a while the sobs gradually ceased and the tears stopped flowing and Gaara was cold and still against him, spent. As gentle as he could be, Kankuro rolled over until he was a warm weight pinning Gaara beneath him, as his brother stared up at him reluctantly with watery eyes. He took his time to comb the red messy bangs away from Gaara's moist forehead with his fingers and wiped the wet path of tears away from his pale face.
Slowly, under Kankuro tender care, life returned to Gaara's eyes. His hands wrapped around Kankuro's arms, griping hard with renewed strength. He pulled Kankuro downwards until their faces were only inches apart.
“Make me forget,” Gaara demanded and pleaded at the same time, bottomless green eyes staring a hole into Kankuro's head. “There are a couple of hours until day break so make me forget every thing.”
The end!♥
This story took forever to finish!
At first I wrote is so that Kankuro and Gaara were cheating on both their lovers *cough*Gai and Lee*cough* but that made me so very depressed. I spent a lot of nights sad and unhappy so I had to change the story for the sake of my well-being because stories of Gai and Kankuro after this one were very angry and sad because of course Kankuro tells Gai.
But that's a whole other kettle of fish T_T *shuts up*
I think I did the right thing. I'm much happier with this story.
Anyway I hope you like ^___^ Please comment ♥ ♥ ♥
Pairings: Kankuro/Gaara, implied Gaara/Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Warning: incest and sex
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
The love you got is surely
All the love that I would ever need
I’m going to take you by my side
And love you tall, ‘til the world ends
Dave Matthews Band
Like most shinobi, Kankuro was a light sleeper. Even though that ability saved his ass on more than one occasion he hated it because anything could wake him up no matter how exhausted he was, not matter the disturbance. It could have been the sand scrapping across his window or someone making their way to down to the kitchen. So when his bedroom door opened that night, his hair-trigger reflexes snapped his body awake, adrenaline already pumping in his veins when his hand reached for the blade underneath his pillow before he opened his eyes.
In the haze of sleep he heard the faint sound of the lock clinking back into place echo around the quiet room. With the help of the pale white moonlight, Kankuro could see the small figure of his brother carefully advance towards Kankuro, sidestepping puppet parts that Kankuro hadn't bothered to pick up with his bare feet. Kankuro let out a shaky breath and let the kunai blade fall to the floor.
It had been months since Gaara had come to him like this but Kankuro made room for him in his bed nevertheless. This was an old habit that apparently neither of them had kicked. Kankuro didn't mind. It was rather cute despite Gaara's age when his maturing face and limbs were slowly loosing their childish softness and the confusion and loneliness blurring his bottomless green eyes.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing,” Gaara murmured savagely, refusing to meet Kankuro's eyes as he dropped heavily onto the bed. He put his head on Kankuro's pillow, and closed his eyes like this was his bed, in his room. “I just couldn't sleep.”
It wasn't the best of answers but Kankuro was willing to accept that even if he could sense the anger consuming his brother from the inside. He yawned and settled back down next to his motionless brother, drawing the cover over their bodies.
Words were useless now so he placed a hand on Gaara's head, ruffling the soft red hair. By the time he was messaging his brother's slender neck, his brother's breathing slowed and some of that unexplained anger was placated enough so that Kankuro didn't have to worry about bodily harm while he slept.
“Good night,” he whispered before he drifted off to the sound of Gaara's steady breathing.
Kankuro woke up later in the night on his side with Gaara pressing against his back, disoriented and warm with fever. He could feel Gaara's breath licking his neck and the faint pulse of his heart through his shirt but it was the warm ache between his legs that had pulled Kankuro from his dreamless sleep. He swore silently, slipping a hand down to feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. The friction made him bite his lips to keep from making a sound.
He laid there, still, listening to make sure Gaara was still asleep and curing his own stupid body. When he was sure that he was only one away, he carefully untangled himself from Gaara's lithe body and the knotted covers, too tired and too needy to make his arousal go away by sheer force of will.
As quietly as possible he made his way to the bathroom. The white tile was a cool shock against the bottoms of his feet. He closed the door behind him and leaned heavily against the wall, his breath accelerating as he jerked his cotton pants down passed his groin and wrapped his rough-skinned hands around his straining cock, glaring at the reddening tip with frustration.
He wanted to blame his hormones for putting him in such a situation. He had been too busy with his missions and was slowly starting to feel the incessant burn and edginess of sexual frustration. But this was not the first time something like this had happened. Why should he be surprised that it hadn't stopped even if Gaara was in love with someone else?
He sucked on his lower lip to keep silent so Gaara wouldn't hear as he started the pump himself, wanting to get done as soon as possible. This had become a daily routine for him but it was less feeling each time he came. The pleasure was good but not great and the want still remained, unsatisfied and desperate for more.
Distracted by the budding pleasure that promised some release, Kankuro wasn't aware of the door opening until it was too late. It dumb silence, Kankuro stared at Gaara. His brother's face was stoic but there was chaos swirling in his sea-green eyes that Kankuro hadn't seen in a while. Well at least not directed at him.
“What are you doing?” He could feel the first pangs of shame but he didn't. The way Gaara was staring at him as he leaned against the door was way too distracting.
Gaara's only reply was silence as he moved forward, grabbing that back of Kankuro's neck and dragging him down into a vicious heated kiss that stunned Kankuro. It happened so quickly that Kankuro didn't have time to resist, didn't have the time to think of all they reasons that they shouldn't be doing this. Then it felt so good, he didn't want to.
Slowly his hunger returned, fueled by the eager response of his little brother. His tongue ran along Kankuro's lips wetly, a little teasing, before he bit down on the bottom lip and tugging carefully. A groan built up in Kankuro's throat as he opened his mouth. Their breaths mingled, tongues caressed and teeth bit. Gaara was moving against him and whimpering softly in the back on his throat, and suddenly Kankuro remembered how it felt when he made his brother lose all his self-control and moaned and begged beneath him.
Kankuro's hands gravitated away from his cock to grip Gaara's waist, crushing his smaller form against his, as Gaara buried his hands in Kankuro's hair, holding tight. Kankuro could feel Gaara's own hardening erection pressing against his pants. Without thinking, Kankuro slipped one hand down Gaara's body to cup his ass and then his thin thigh, drawing his leg up and around Kankuro's waist. Gaara moaned and bucked against him. This was a much better angle for them but not perfect. Kankuro turned, grabbing Gaara's other leg, until Gaara was sitting on the sink with his legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
Gaara's body felt so small against his. He'd forgotten how it felt to hold him so close. It had been months since they fooled around like this. But the reasons why they had stopped were gone and neither of them cared at the moment.
Kankuro bit Gaara's lips and slowly start to move against him. Kankuro could feel the wetness and heat growing between their bodies. Shallowly at first just to tease until Gaara's hands were claws gripping the edge of the sink and he was moaning with each quick breath, until his body was taut, on edge and arching into the inadequate friction. Slowly Gaara unwrapped his legs and placed his heels on the porcelain edge, adding more leverage. The site was so hot Kankuro gave him what he wanted. He jerked his hips hard against his and with a moan, Gaara fell back against the wall, his head thrown back against mirror, red mouth agape, hips and ass undulating.
“Fuck,” Kankuro hissed. Gaara felt and looked so damned good reclining against the sink and wall. His hair was messy, his green were unfocused, and lips swollen and the color of bruised fruit. His eyes slipped down Kankuro's body to rest on his cock for a moment. Then slowly he raised a hand to his face, parted his lips, and ran the tip of his pink tongue along the length of his delicate index finger before teasing the fleshy tip.
It was almost too much stimulation but Kankuro couldn't look away as Gaara sucked his fingers. He was so close to coming, it would have been easy to pin his brother there and come like that but since Gaara was asking nicely...
Kankuro slowly dragged himself away, stumbling into the wall, and Gaara slipped off the sink and onto his knees in front of Kankuro, the tip of his tongue running along his top lip before he leaned close and took his first swipe, slowly licking the head of Kankuro's cock, never taking his eyes away from his brother's face like a tease as he tasted the wetness gathered there. Kankuro had to close his eyes and, limply resting against the cold wall, let Gaara suck on him.
Kankuro faintly wandered if Gaara could still come from giving someone else head before he stopped thinking at all. It was too late and they were too hot and lustful to drag this out for too long. It didn't take much for Gaara hot eager mouth to bring Kankuro off.
Pleasure burnt its away from the bottom of Kankuro's belly but he could feel the desire increasing. His body craved for more-so much more-after weeks of celibacy.
They were back in the dark bedroom, frantic hands stripping and pulling impeding clothes off while their lips pressed against each others, messy, rough, and tasting of sex. Kankuro grabbed the hem of Gaara's mesh shirt and yanked it upwards before tossing it away. The pale naked skin before never looked more tempting as Gaara stood before him, beside himself with desire and licking his raw lips like they were the flesh of fruit. A second later, Kankuro was stripped of his shirt and wrapping his arms around his brother, dragging his body flush against his until their glistening skin was touching and their ragged breaths intertwined and echoed in the still room.
Gaara's pale hands rested on Kankuro's chest, fingers pressing hard into the defined muscles made by hours of long hard work under the Suna sun. Lips and tongue soon followed, eager to kiss and taste all the scars and intricate tattoos decorating every inch of Kankuro's skin like armor. Kankuro groaned when he felt Gaara wrap his lips around his nipple, sucking and nipping until it was almost painful. When it was abused enough, he moved to the other.
Kankuro settled his hands on his brother's hips, slowly moving him backwards. A surprised gasp from Gaara and Kankuro pushed him onto the disheveled bed, grinning wantonly and breathless as his soft naked skin glowed like marble in the moonlight and his hungry eyes burning and pleading for Kankuro to fuck him.
They slipped back into their routine as easily as if things had never changed for them at all. Kankuro would fuck his brother, use everything in his power to drive him wild, and Gaara would allow it.
Gaara squirmed when Kankuro caught the edge of his pants and pulled them off. The rest of Kankuro's clothing was gone is a matter of seconds. Gaara's breathe quickened as Kankuro slowly knelt on the bed, towering over his supine body and spread legs before lying down.
How could he have forgotten how good it felt to have Gaara beneath him? He was smaller than Kankuro, sylphlike, and it filled Kankuro with the dark sense of dominance and control but also the urge of protection.
As Kankuro grabbed a fist full of red hair, forcing Gaara's head up and to the right, he kissed the length of exposed skin on Gaara's neck, tasting soap and sweat and whispering in a low dark voice everything he could suddenly recall from their past that had made Gaara hot and shameless in him arms. Gaara moaned, his nails stabbing Kankuro's hard shoulders, making him hiss from the pleasure-pain.
If everything had felt so good, they did they stop? They hadn't care that they were brothers and fucking each other senseless whenever they could. Gaara hadn't cared when Kankuro would slip inside the shower with him and screw him against the wet marble wall just minutes before a mission or a meeting. Kankuro hadn't cared when he spied the sand eye in the dark recesses of his room as he sought pleasure in his bed or when Gaara returned from a tough day, empty-eyed and lost in the bedlam raging in his mind, and sought his help throughout the night.
He still wondered when his tongue flicked Gaara's pale brown nipples. Gaara's breath caught in his throat, his voice a little higher and breathy than normal. So uncharacteristic and different from his normal speaking voice.
Kankuro paused and wondered if Gaara was like this with Naruto. Then he remembered the reason that they had stopped. Gaara had fallen in love with the blond-haired shinobi from the Konoha village who the talent to draw Gaara out of his dark shell, to make him laugh and smile.
Kankuro hadn't protested to his brother's wish to have a relationship with Naruto. He just backed off. They couldn't keep doing this forever anyway. It would be found out eventually. They needed better, realistic partners. Even if he felt rejected and hurt was unimportant whenever he saw Gaara's shy smile.
Thoughts like these were hard to stomach so he forced them away. He placed hot, open-mouth kisses on Gaara's quivering stomach, slowly descending until he could feel the tip of Gaara's erection pressing against his throat. He swallowed his brother without warning. Gaara's strangled desperate cry filled the room and made Kankuro's blood burn hotter. His precum was salty and bitter but Kankuro drunk it was like it was water as he sucked him.
Gaara's hands were on him, tugging his hair painfully. “Stop,” he panted. “I'm...I'm gonna cum.”
He gave in. With on last lick, Kankuro moved back up Gaara's body and kissed him on the lips. “Turn over.”
He felt the shiver run through the body beneath his as slowly Gaara did what he was told with Kankuro's hands never leaving his body until the position was right, until Gaara's back was exposed to Kankuro and his legs bent and spread beneath his body.
“There,” Kankuro breathed against his neck. “Like that.”
Kankuro ran his fingertips down the smooth unblemished span of skin and then the round swell of his ass, slipping his agile fingers between crevice to caress the puckered sensitive flesh there. Gaara writhed, moaning, as Kankuro watched, taking the opportunity to focus a little amount of chakra at the tip of his tongue. When he was ready he leaned down and took a little lick, nothing too quick so that Gaara could get used to the sensation. When he heard his brother moan his name he knew that Gaara was more than ready.
The next lick was longer and deeper, his tongue pushing through the tight hole and inside Gaara's warm body, thrusting shallowly in and out of him. Kankuro took his time regardless to the tempting pleas of his brother. He pulled away only when Gaara was on the verge of orgasm. In the nightstand beside the bed, Kankuro grabbed a bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount onto his hand. He took more time preparing Gaara, teasing him with his chakra charged fingertips. He was still so tight and he didn't want to run the risk of hurting him.
When Gaara was relaxed and loose, Kankuro sat up and squeezed more oil onto his hand. Slowly, Gaara pushed himself onto his knees and turned around. Smirking, he dipped his fingertips into the lube and smoothed it onto Kankuro's cock carefully with light touches that were more frustrating than fulfilling. It was hard not to come then and there but it felt too good to stop Gaara just then.
Finally his brother pulled away, hands sticky, and straddled Kankuro's lap, their cocks rubbing and causing them to shudder in unison. Desperate now, Kankuro gripped his brother's slender hips, his long fingers pressing into the soft flesh as Gaara lowered himself onto Kankuro. He bit his lower lip and his brow wrinkled as he pressed Kankuro's length inside him in one smooth thrust. It was too late to go slow.
The pressure and the warmth gripping Kankuro was too good and the view was too beautiful that he let Gaara control the pace for the first few uneven thrusts. Gaara's hips bucked in rhythm, his legs forcing him up as Kankuro's hands on his ass forced him back down on his dick. Their shared pants and moans of pleasure ringed in Kankuro's ears until Gaara moved forward to crush his mouth against his. Steadily their pace increased and they were blind to everything else but release.
One good thrust at the right angle caused Gaara to throw his head back, a moan slipping past parted, swollen lips. Kankuro leaned forward to assault the exposed neck with his teeth and tongue. Gaara trembled helplessly, sucking in a deep breath, and forced himself down hard.
When the teasing was too much and his body demanded relief, Kankuro pushed his brother back onto the bed and fucked him roughly. Gaara's slender legs were around his waist , ankles locked in a death grip, forcing Kankuro inside him. They were panting heavily and their smooth bodies were slick with sweat. Gaara's hands pressed into Kankuro's shoulders, nails digging without mercy into the flesh and muscle there.
Things were starting to get fuzzy and unfocused as pain and pleasure ran throughout Kankuro's body. Broken words fall from Gaara's mouth, pleading and begging, ravenous for release and the squelching of the fire that burned him from the inside out. Kankuro crushed his face against Gaara's neck, telling him in a dark voice that Gaara was his. Even if he wanted to, Kankuro can't stop this feeling for his brother. It was so intense and insatiable. Endless. Even if they drifted apart, get involved with other people, they will always come back to this dark secret. Only Kankuro could make Gaara loose all control like this. Only Gaara could satisfy Kankuro.
It was only a matter of time before it was all over. Slipping a hand down the length of his brother's writhing body, Kankuro wrapped his hand around Gaara's erection. He pumped his roughly, making him cum with a strangled cry after a few quick seconds. Kankuro continued to slam into Gaara's body -once, twice- until the pleasure of orgasm finally claimed him and left him breathless and spent.
Together they collapsed onto the messy bed, breathing hard and fast and exhausted beyond belief. Finally that terrible wanting monster within him was quiet for the first time in weeks.
When he felt enough energy return to him, Kankuro carefully pulled himself out and fell onto his back, spread-eagle, next to his brother. His eyes drifted shut and he listened to his all-too-loud breathing, the sound of his heart throbbing in his ears and the shifting of the covers as Gaara got comfortable, resting on Kankuro's steady shoulder. They took their time recovering.
When his body was cool, Kankuro felt Gaara's soft lips on his neck, his hands stroking his chest with surprising gentleness, and he finally opened his eyes. He ran his fingers through the brilliant strands of red hair. Slowly Gaara looked up.
“Before I was reading a letter from Konoha before,” Gaara began hesitantly, unsure of how to proceed. His voice was soft and scratchy from overuse. He lowered his head, hiding it against Kankuro's neck, brushing his lips against Kankuro's skin. “It was from Naruto.”
That name threatened to steal every good feeling Kankuro had. It felt like his heart dropped into his stomach and there was a heavy weight on his chest. He forced that all aside for Gaara's sake.
“What did he say?”
“He's going after Sasuke.”
Kankuro let out a slow breath and wrapped his arms tight around his brother's body. He should have been stunned but he had expected Naruto to do something like this sooner or later.
“I'm so stupid. So fucking stupid,” Gaara cried softly, his shoulders quivered as his hands balled up. “Of course it's Sasuke. It's always been Sasuke.”
Gaara was shaking against him, his voice breaking as he sobbed silently. Kankuro could only hold onto his brother, could only stroke that quivering back in hopes that his touch would offer some sort of reassurance and comfort.
I'm here. You still have me.
After a while the sobs gradually ceased and the tears stopped flowing and Gaara was cold and still against him, spent. As gentle as he could be, Kankuro rolled over until he was a warm weight pinning Gaara beneath him, as his brother stared up at him reluctantly with watery eyes. He took his time to comb the red messy bangs away from Gaara's moist forehead with his fingers and wiped the wet path of tears away from his pale face.
Slowly, under Kankuro tender care, life returned to Gaara's eyes. His hands wrapped around Kankuro's arms, griping hard with renewed strength. He pulled Kankuro downwards until their faces were only inches apart.
“Make me forget,” Gaara demanded and pleaded at the same time, bottomless green eyes staring a hole into Kankuro's head. “There are a couple of hours until day break so make me forget every thing.”
The end!♥
This story took forever to finish!
At first I wrote is so that Kankuro and Gaara were cheating on both their lovers *cough*Gai and Lee*cough* but that made me so very depressed. I spent a lot of nights sad and unhappy so I had to change the story for the sake of my well-being because stories of Gai and Kankuro after this one were very angry and sad because of course Kankuro tells Gai.
But that's a whole other kettle of fish T_T *shuts up*
I think I did the right thing. I'm much happier with this story.
Anyway I hope you like ^___^ Please comment ♥ ♥ ♥