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Who: Gaara, Naruto, and an assassin named Falcon
What: An assassination attempt on the future Kazekage :O
When: Several days ago....okay eight days ago, on the evening of the 12th.
Falcon was actually somewhat surprised to find the security surrounding the future Kazekage's household somewhat lax on the evening of July 12. The Sand nin seemed to have all gathered in groups around the perimeter, playing rather heated games of "Go Fish" and "Shoots n' Ladders." Following his psychiatrist's philosophy ("when sensing something potentially traumatizing, keep it out of sight and out of mind"), Falcon decidedly ignored the single game of "Candy Land" in the far right corner.
Then man crouching among the leaves grinned, trying to resist the urge to laugh at their stupidity. It didn't matter that they were incompetent, however, because at this moment the Kazekage was out for a walk. Falcon was not entirely sure of his destination, but didn't really care, either. It would probably be best to wait until Gaara was indoors to strike, and taking him out in a crowd would make it more difficult for the redhead to properly counterattack. He himself didn't care less if he killed any innocent bystanders or not.
The brunette slicked back his hair quickly, checking himself over. He judged that he appeared cool enough to kill (an ego-boosting strategy that he'd learned over the course of many Sessions) and set off through the trees after the future Kazekage.
Gaara actually didn't happen to be going anywhere in particular, simply walking off the stiffness in his legs from hours of sitting at his desk and studying. Preoccupied with trying to remember which potentially deadly household items were tax deductible due to the offhand chance they could be used as weapons, he was delightfully oblivious to the approaching danger.
After several minutes it didn't seem that Gaara had any particular destination--he seemed to be walking in circles. They were far enough from his base of operations for Falcon to realize that not only was the Kazekage unprotected, but also daydreaming. Any other ninja would have difficulty hurting the redhead, but this assassin wasn't the kunai type. After a few swift movements, he set an exploding tag to go off right where Gaara couldn't see it without searching. The boy's sand couldn't possibly protect him from an explosion.
A few seconds later, the explosive went off, sending dirt and leaves flying. It had caught Gaara completely off guard, enough so that even the sand couldn't quite block all of it. There was a slight pain in his left side as he moved back, squinting from the dust cloud and trying to find the assailant. If he hadn't been wearing the sand armor, it could have been much worse, but he'd made it a habit to do so whenever leaving the house.
When the dust cleared he was faced with the black and orange backside of his bodyguard, kunai brandished and ready to take anything that moved within 100 yards. "You okay, Gaara???"
"For the most part..." the redhead responded, a few chips of sand falling away. His side did hurt a bit, but it wasn't too significant, and he wasn't bleeding.
The appearance of an apparent bodyguard was a minor setback, yes, but just a minor one. By his looks, Falcon surmised that the blond was about the same age as the future Kazekage, and honestly, he'd been expecting something more. The kid really didn't look like much other than the fact that he seemed to almost be in the spirit of that American holiday of Halloween (somebody needed to give him the memo that it was July, not October), but to each his own.
"Hey!" The blond pointed at him suddenly. "You! Up in the tree! Come out and fight in the open! I wanna beat you up where everyone can see it!"
Remembering that he should always assume the possibility that a person might actually not be talking to him, Falcon took a second to glance over his shoulder, just in case. Satisfied that there was indeed nobody behind him, he looked back at the blond. He was loud, and seemed extremely confident, which really did nothing to sway the brunette's own confidence, because self-esteem was something he was certainly not lacking, as much progress he'd made.
"Nothing personal, but you're in my way," he responded, a slight grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he reached over to trip a trap wire he'd set up just after the previous explosion. Right on cue, several more explosions detonated around the two. He really had to remember not to laugh, because laughing at such things was a sure sign that something was wrong with you, and Falcon was perfectly normal.
There was so little warning that the only thing Naruto could do was knock Gaara to the ground and cover him with his own body.
Gaara felt the impact just before he heard the explosions, but was alert enough this time to try and shield Naruto from the force of them. Still, he hit the ground, blinded by the huge dust cloud and pinned under something heavy, solid, warm, and presumably Naruto. He barely had time to register the slight uncomfortableness of the situation before he sensed something coming towards them, bringing a wall of sand up just in time to hear the sound of metal against it.
With some difficulty, Naruto stood up again, ignoring the burns on his back. He turned to the wall of sand and, preparing a kunai, leapt over it for a surprise attack.
Well that was no good. Falcon backed off quickly, in too good a mood to die. Just who was protecting whom here? It didn't really make sense, but before he really had time to think about it, the noisy blond was coming at him through the clearing dust and it was either block or ouch, and he really wasn't feeling the ouch.
Falcon was lucky that he'd become such a quick and sure decision-maker, because his block only barely stopped Naruto's attack before the blond came in from the side with a roundhouse kick, not stopping for an instant.
Having extremely good self esteem was luckily not the only reason that the brunette was chosen for this mission, though, and he managed just barely to block the incoming kick and counter it with yet another exploding tag (he'd brought along enough of them to arm an entire unit, because he'd been taught to always be prepared, just in case).
Fortunately this tag's explosion was small enough to not affect Gaara, but large enough to affect Falcon. 'What kind of idiot uses exploding tags close-range?' Naruto thought, gripping his arm where he'd been burned. At the rate he was going he'd have some pretty disgusting injuries, but he was still able to fight. He was Gaara's bodyguard, after all. It was his responsibility. Releasing his injured arm and allowing it to hang limply, Naruto pulled out a kunai and went straight for the gut.
Unfortunately, Falcon hadn't really thought his last attack out well enough to avoid injury, which put a slight dent in the levels of cool he believed himself to be emitting. It certainly wiped what little was left of his grin clean away, as it would most definitely affect his performance. This was proven by the way the orange-clad boy's kunai grazed his side when he dodged this time. More explosions were surely in order so he could cheer himself up a bit, something nice and flashy.
Proud of himself for getting that hit in, Naruto prepared himself once more and aimed a feigned kick straight for Falcon's head, going in with the kunai for the kill while he was distracted.
At that point, Falcon was hardly concerned with dodging as much as he was getting away to lay the tags for his self named 'extreme light fifteen point explosion jutsu', managing a replacement technique just in time to avoid certain death. The only downside to the technique was that it took time to set up, possibly giving the enemy a chance to escape if discovered, and it was usually a suprise attack, but it would make him feel better, at the very least.
Naruto felt a surge of accomplishment that came with victory as he managed to sink the kunai into Falcon's gut, but it became a frown when the wounded man quickly did a replacement technique, disappearing from the scene. The blond was sure that he'd gotten him, though. It took him a second to remove his kunai from the log, and by the time he had it was too late for him to escape the circle of exploding tags he'd only just noticed. "F--"
Boom~
The sound of the explosions was almost deafening, the light blinding, but the pain never came and in the center of it all a sphere of sand surrounded Naruto.
Once the dust cleared, Falcon was nowhere to be seen, though a trail of blood droplets told that he'd fled the scene upon realization that he couldn't win. With the damage he'd sustained, though, he wasn't going to get very far before bleeding to death, no longer any kind of threat.
Slowly cracking his eyes open, Naruto looked around in confusion. It was pitch-black inside the sphere of sand, and he had to grope around before he felt the wall, running his hand over its surface. "Man," he grinned gratefully. "Who's bodyguarding who, here?"
Slowly the sphere fell away, the sand returning to Gaara's gourd as he approached. "He's gone..." he murmured, frowning at Naruto's wounds. "You're hurt..." He almost felt like it was his fault. He could have taken on the assailant by himself, he was used to assassination attempts by even stronger ninja back home, he wasn't able to protect him...
But Naruto all but ignored his wounds, giving Gaara a proud grin. "I got him!" Later he would realize how careless he'd been, but admittedly, Falcon had been no match for the blond. That much was obvious. "He won't be coming back." As he approached Gaara, he examined the spot on his side where he'd been hurt. "Can I see?" He motioned to the injury.
Blinking at the blond's obvious disregard of his own injuries, Gaara nodded, turning just slightly. The sand armor had taken the brunt of the damage, and he was really just singed and possible bruised at worst.
Naruto carefully examined the injury, sighing in relief when he found that it wasn't serious, and grinned up at Gaara. "Man, that sand is amazing! It even blocked an explosion!"
'But I wasn't good enough to keep you completely out of harm's way...' the redhead thought, still frowning at the blond's burns. "We should go back to the house..."
"Ah, right!" With a nod, Naruto turned back toward home.
"Your wounds need to be treated," Gaara added, replacing the cork in his gourd and following. He couldn't help but worry about his own performance. He hadn't been able to protect one person. How was he going to protect an entire village?
"Huh?" The blond's brow furrowed indignantly. "This will be gone after I take a nap. I'm your bodyguard, remember? Don't reverse the roles!"
That have the redhead pause for thought. After a moment he nodded. It was true, Naruto's healing capabilities were impressive, but he still felt somewhat responsible. He'd hoped to possibly clear his head, but it seemed he had even more to think about now.
"God, I wish I could control sand," Naruto muttered to himself absently as they both headed home.
Who: Naruto and Gaara
What: Things of the NC-17 variety >3
When: Last night, because we finally finished it.
Warnings: NC-17, as mentioned above, just making sure you got that.
Gaara frowned down at the book he was trying to read, unable to keep his mind on the subject matter. Slipping a bookmark between the pages and closing the book, he sat back, glancing over at the blond next to him for a moment. He still couldn't get the previous week's events out of his head, and it was making it hard to study.
Naruto looked up at the movement, his head resting on the wide pages of a dictionary that refused to help him find the word he needed.
The redhead glanced back at the closed book and his hand still resting on the cover of it. "Do you...really think I can do this...?" he murmured, contemplating the book's title. Suna and You: A Comprehensive History. For a moment, he wondered why he hadn't read this in the academy, but then remembered that they never actually sent him to the academy.
Blue eyes staring up at him, the blond let out a sigh and slowly straightened, wiping the edge of his mouth with his thumb. "Of course."
Frowning slightly, Gaara wondered why that didn't reassure him as much as it should have. Naruto's wounds were healed by now, but the memory of the battle was still fresh in his mind. "I was..." he searched for the right word, the right expression. "...Careless..."
"Eh?" Lowering his hand, Naruto looked over with confusion and a hint of desperation. "What? No! You're not careless at all! You'll make a great Kazekage!" Clearly, although the two trains of thought had crossed paths, their rails were headed in entirely different directions.
"You were injured, I should have been able to prevent that..." In truth, it was the one thing he was most concerned about, healing abilities or not.
The other boy's face went through a series of various expressions, each one more interesting than the last. Finally, he raised his finger into the air. "Um. Gaara? No. See, you? You used your sand to block fifteen bombs from charring me like a marshmallow caught in a volcano. Besides this, I am your bodyguard. Thus, I guard your body."
This explanation didn't help to ease Gaara's frown, though he was looking at Naruto now. "You were still injured..."
The blond threw his hands into the air. "WErjlsfjsmfem!!" He cried. "Most people don't get out of battles without injury, Gaara! You're an exception!"
After several moments, the redhead had tried and failed several times to come up with something to say back. Somehow, he still felt as if he could have, and should have, done better to keep Naruto from being hurt at all.
"Seriously..." Naruto muttered after a few minutes, idly flipping through the pages of the dictionary. "You can't be perfect." A fleeting thought went through the blond's head, one he strongly disagreed with, and he quickly shook it out of his mind.
There was something else lingering somewhere just out of reach in his mind, but Gaara couldn't grasp what it was. "I could have fought..."
Silence was his response for several seconds, until finally Naruto looked up with very serious, but not very determined eyes. "Gaara..." He swallowed, staring at the floor between them. "I--I know that most of the time, you're stronger than me. And that you can beat anyone I can without getting even a scratch. But...I really want to protect you. I want to be needed." It came out too quickly for Naruto to filter out the embarrassing parts, and he stayed perfectly still as his cheeks turned red.
Blinking, the redhead stared at Naruto, not entirely sure what to think. "Naruto..." he started, having no idea what to say, either. "You..." You want to be needed...by me? To protect me? "You've always been stronger than me..." he murmured softly, remembering how he once had been, how his life was changed so much by the blond sitting before him. What happens if I want to protect you, too?
"No way! You can like...do WHOOSH with your sand and stuff," the blond insisted, looking up quickly. "What am I supposed to do as Hokage if I can't protect one person...?"
"What am I supposed to do as Kazekage if I can't do the same?"
"....." A very distinct throbbing made its presence known between the eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm the bodyguard, so there."
The frown took up residence on Gaara's face again. "I don't like seeing you get hurt..."
"And I don't like seeing people trying to kill you. What if that jutsu had been set up around you? It would have been if he'd been fighting you and not me."
The redhead surmised that 'I could have blocked it then, too' wouldn't not be the right answer, and arguing with Naruto wasn't something he particularly enjoyed. Brow furrowed slightly, he started thinking about other things. The days he had left in Mugenjou were steadily becoming fewer, and that meant that the time he had to spend with Naruto was slowly drawing to a close. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be lonely over the past several months.
"--Okay? Please?" Naruto finished speaking. Gaara had completely missed what he'd said as he'd been lost in thought.
Blinking, Gaara focused on Naruto again with a questioning look.
The blond's mouth twisted in displeasure. "What's that look for?"
"I...didn't hear what you said..." the redhead admitted, feeling a bit bad for it.
The look of annoyance changed to one of disappointment. "...oh. I said...er..." He sighed. "You're gonna have an entire nation to protect soon...so please let me do this?"
Gaara nodded then, still feeling bad about missing what the blond had said the first time. His thoughts were still out of order, though, and for that, studying was still out of the question, though he wasn't sure what else to do.
With a sigh of relief, Naruto looked a good deal happier than before, and glanced back over to his dictionary, where he had stopped in the "L" section. "Thanks."
Returning his gaze to the cover of his book, Gaara was silent again, trying to sift through his thoughts. So much had happened in the past several months that it was hard to believe it was only July. "I...almost don't want to leave..." he murmured, almost absently.
The object of his affections looked back over. "Why not?"
The redhead blinked, glancing over before looking down again. "I'm going to miss this..." he answered.
Naruto followed his gaze back down to the table. "...The book?"
Another blink, and a stare. "Of course not."
"W-what, then?" The blond questioned, unsure.
Gaara looked away again. "Spending time with you..." he murmured quietly.
It was actually the first time in his life that anyone had explicitly said something like that to Naruto. As a blush spread across his cheeks, he looked down and away, back to the dictionary. His eyes roamed over the entries as if to find words for a response, and shook his head at the absolutely impossible sentence that he found. "I like spending time with you, too," he finally said.
Pale green eyes glanced over, the sight of Naruto's blush bringing him a faint one of his own. "You do..?"
"O-of course I do!" He looked up, a bit too suddenly, and allowed his gaze to lower once more. "What, you thought I didn't?"
"N-no..." Gaara responded, feeling stupid for questioning it in the first place.
"But...but, hey. Hey. When you're back in Suna, I'll come to visit you. And when I'm Hokage, I guess...we'll have meetings and stuff, you know? To keep our diplo...diplotic relations strong."
"Diplomatic," the redhead offered, nodding. "I'll...look forward to your visits..." Being alone at night would take some getting used to again.
"Yeah, that!" The blond grinned. "But hey, you'll need to visit Konoha every once in awhile, too! No excuses! Even a sand clone can do paperwork, you know."
Another nod. "You can be my..." he paused for a moment, trying to remember the term that one book had mentioned. "Cultural liaison, I think is what they call it..."
Being in the correct section of the dictionary, Naruto quickly turned back to its pages and flipped a few pages back until he found the correct word. Slowly, very slowly, the blond's face contorted. "Y-......Your what, Gaara?"
A frown settled itself on the redhead's face at the look on Naruto's, and he leaned over to see what the blond was looking at. Upon spotting the definition of the word he'd just used, his eyes widened, face turning almost as red as his hair. "That's...not what the other book said... I didn't....mean it like...."
Naruto bit at his nail, face turning the same color as his pants. "No, that...I think there's another definition for it, down here, see..."
Pale green eyes scanned down the page, coming across the other definition. "That...that sounds more like what I was trying to say..."
"Yeah, yeah...." The other boy scratched at his cheek. "So, uh....yeah, I guess I could do that."
Gaara nodded, still staring down at the dictionary page and trying to shake the implications from his mind.
"Well, I mean...until I become Hokage, anyway. Then I guess you'll need someone new, huh?"
That earned another slight frown. Gaara didn't want 'someone new'. Looking up from the page, he ended up nearly face-to-face with the blond, not having realized how close he'd actually been. He couldn't help swallowing, mind everywhere but on the task of making his body move back to an appropriate distance.
A little sound made its way from the blond's throat and he stiffened, the edges of his lips tightening. How he'd ended up three inches from Gaara's face he could never guess, but now he couldn't get himself to move away.
The redhead was frozen as well, a flicker of emotion in his eyes as he just stared at Naruto and wondered just how he could miss something he never had.
Naruto wanted to say something, anything to break this transfixion, but somehow feared that moving his lips would only make the situation more dangerous.
For some reason, Gaara found himself searching the blond's eyes. For what, he wasn't sure. For something or anything, maybe for the words that weren't being said. He wanted what he couldn't have and needed what he didn't want. Tell me to back away... I can't... You can't...
With a twitch in his lower lip, Naruto couldn't keep his shoulders from shaking slightly. Neither boy was willing to move, and in his distress Naruto couldn't keep his eyes from wandering over Gaara's blushed cheeks, his green eyes, his soft lips. He studied the crook of the boy's neck, the way his hair fell around his face, how the markings on his forehead reflected the texture of his skin and the pages of the dictionary he'd been studying only moments before. The blond leaned closer, completely transfixed with the mark--and suddenly found his lips pressed against those of the redhead.
A brief shudder ran down the length of Gaara's body as if a signal of the way his higher brain functions seemed to suddenly shut down. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it wasn't intentional--it couldn't be intentional--but he couldn't help leaning forward the slightest bit, no more than he could help the way his eyelids seemed to decide they were going to drop to half mast or the way his heartbeat sped up. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself from kissing the blond.
"Mm--" Naruto leaned back a bit as Gaara leaned forward, then pushed back. He couldn't seem to break the kiss, as if their lips were seared together with a hot glue gun. As they continued the blond found his lips wet, and they slipped against the redhead's, finding their way around and in between them.
This was it. This was what he'd wanted, dreamed about and in this moment, it was his. If he'd been able to think properly, he might have wondered if this was real or simply something that had quickly spiralled out of control, but at the moment all he could do was push back, trusting that his body knew what it was doing as he drew his tongue over Naruto's lips, tasting him and wanting more.
And Naruto couldn't help but give it to him, lips parting as he let out a surprised gasp. Their tongues collided, slipping over each other; Naruto wasn't aware that either of them could create the sounds coming up from their throats. He braced himself with one hand on the floor, pushing Gaara back.
Gaara let himself be pushed back, one hand gripping Naruto's sleeve. His head was swimming, and he absently realized that, for a good long moment, he'd forgotten to breathe, too caught up in the heat of the blond's mouth and the feel of it.
The blond opened his mouth wide for a moment, taking in a big gulp of air before they both landed on the floor, their bodies pressing against each other. Naruto opened his eyes to look at Gaara, saw the red against his white skin, and couldn't help but dive back down, driving his tongue against the redhead's teeth before once again gaining access to the redhead's tongue. Holding himself up with his elbows on either side of Gaara's head, his hips pressed hard against the other teen's.
A low moan filtered between them, the hand not keeping a near desperate grip on Naruto's shirt moving to the back of his head, fingers tangling in blond locks with the intention of keeping the boy's mouth right where it was. The way his back arched in just a way that pushed his hips up against Naruto's was something he barely had any control over, and he wondered if the air conditioner was broken because it was getting very hot, very fast.
Caught up in the moment, Naruto lifted his arm and brought it down to the redhead's stomach, fingers crawling beneath the hem of his shirt before sliding slowly over the smooth expanse of skin.
Gaara's reaction was a shiver as he released Naruto's shirt, hand moving down the blond's side. It wasn't exactly how he'd dreamed it would be, but he certainly wasn't complaining about the way things were going.
"Ah--" Naruto's hand found its place on Gaara's chest, fingers wrapping around the side and thumb resting close to the teen's nipple. As he continued to work at Gaara's mouth, nipping and licking at his lower lip, the redhead's shirt worked its way up until his chest was exposed.
The slightly cool air against his chest was a sharp contrast to the heat Gaara's entire body felt, causing him to shiver again as he cracked his eyes open just enough to watch Naruto. He groaned softly, hand slipping up the back of the blond's shirt so he could press their bodies closer together, because nothing seemed quite close enough as long as there was so much as air between them.
The blond couldn't help but pinch Gaara's nipple gently as he braced himself, coming down against the redhead. Reaching up to the redhead's hand, he pulled it away slightly to take a breath, then instead of returning to those enticingly swollen lips, turned his attention to his soft, white jaw. He carefully nipped and licked his way down it, rubbing his tongue against the smooth skin of the neck.
The redhead gasped at the new sensations, turning his head on instinct and breathing the blond's name as he lightly raked his nails down Naruto's back. With every new sensation came another rush of desire for something more and beyond what they were doing, and he knew and didn't know just what it was he wanted.
But although neither boy knew what this thing was, their bodies did; Naruto couldn't stop his hips from pressing hard against Gaara's, and at some point in the exchange he'd wound up between the redhead's legs. Big blue eyes glanced down at the nub his finger was rubbing against, and out of curiosity, he allowed his tongue to flick out against it.
As the blond moved further down, Gaara craned his neck to look at him, propping himself up with the hand that had been in Naruto's hair just in time to see that pink tongue dart out. The moan that followed was a mixed result of the sight itself and the pleasurable feeling it created. If this had been just a few months earlier, he wouldn't have had to ask himself if he were dreaming, though it was far, far too real for that to be the case.
Naruto had always known that he hadn't been gay because he saw men naked in porn all the time. He wasn't attracted to any of them--not their muscles, their body hair, nothing. But Gaara was smooth and soft despite his strong muscle structure, and his nipples were like a woman's--small and brown and soft. So he licked it again, this time with a circular motion, and wrapped his lips around it.
And again, Gaara moaned, deep and a bit louder than before, the hand on Naruto's back moving up to the back of his neck. It felt good, very good, and his hips rocked up, once again beyond his control.
And now, Naruto really didn't know what to do. Part of him didn't want to stop--after all, he was hot and uncomfortable--but as far as his knowledge of such things went, he was unsure what came next. He vaguely remembered something to do with the ear. Slowly he looked up, lips swollen and eyes lidded. "Gaara?"
The redhead managed to produce a completely incoherent sound that probably couldn't have passed for speech even if made by a drunkard. He wondered if Naruto knew just how attractive he looked like that.
The blond swallowed hard. "....what.....now?"
Gaara mimicked the swallow. In all honesty he had no idea what came next, either. Although, there was always the obvious. "We're still wearing clothes..." he pointed out, not really able to think beyond that at the moment.
Blink. Blink. "Good point." Naruto set out to fix that, hooking his fingers on the waistband of Gaara's pants and tugging them down.
In the meantime, the redhead tugged on Naruto's shirt, insistent that he shouldn't be the only one exposed. They'd both seen each other nearly naked before, but this time was entirely different.
Well, Naruto had seen Gaara completely naked, but yes, entirely different. The shirt got stuck when it reached the arms, because Naruto had them down in order to pull Gaara's pants off. "One at a time!" He insisted.
Gaara flushed slightly at that.
Once the pants were tossed to the side, Naruto allowed his shirt to be removed, exposing his finely toned chest.
Pale green eyes wandered the newly revealed expanse of lightly tanned skin, reaching out and touching what he couldn't before. His hands wandered every inch of it, tracing every muscle and committing the feel of it to memory, because there was no telling when or if he'd have this chance again.
"Hah--ahh..." Naruto breathed, wandering closer to Gaara as he continued to touch him. Finally he decided that the boy's lap would be comfortable, as long as he avoided the obvious obstacle, and sat there, resting his arms over the boy's shoulders.
Finally, the redhead's hands slowed, resting comfortably on the blond's hips. Since he'd moved into a sitting position, his own shirt had fallen back down from where it had been pushed up past his chest, something that needed to be remedied soon. In the meantime, however, he was perfectly alright with engaging the blond in another kiss.
Naruto had no objection to this, taking Gaara's tongue completely into his mouth.
At this point, kissing Naruto was something Gaara wasn't sure he would ever stop liking. While his tongue was happily busy, his hands kneaded the blond's hips, slowly tugging him closer until their bodies were pressed together again.
The only thing separating their hips now was a thin layer of clothing, and Naruto wasn't sure that he approved of it. He shifted against Gaara, feeling his rock-hard length against his own, and shivered into the kiss.
The redhead broke the kiss with a gasp at the sensations caused by the way they rubbed against each other just slightly. The knowledge that Naruto seemed just as aroused as he was sent a pleasant chill down his spine, and he cracked his eyes open again to see the blond's face. Not a dream... he reminded himself, still close enough that their noses touched.
Naruto couldn't keep his breath under control, blushing hard as he stared straight into Gaara's eyes. "G-Gaara..."
Gaara swallowed compulsively at the sound of his name in that tone of voice, breath coming out a bit shaky. It took him a few more swallows, but he finally managed to find his voice again, responding with the blond's own name.
"You're supposed to say 'what'," the blond responded back, rocking his hips against Gaara.
This time, the only thing Gaara could manage was a moan, one hand leaving Naruto's hip to brace himself as his hips rocked back automatically.
"I know," The blond breathed, rocking against the redhead, "I know I shouldn't be doing this, but....I don't care..."
Something inside the redhead's chest did a little flip at that, and he wondered if that was good or bad. Still, the thought was gone momentarily, replaced only by the need for more, even though he didn't quite know what more was.
"Show me your ear," The blond commanded, voice husky and lost.
Gaara blinked at that, not really sure what the blond intended to do with his ear, but with that voice, he wasn't really able to deny Naruto anything, turning his head despite his confusion.
Carefully scrutinizing the ear, Naruto checked to see if its opening was large enough for what he'd heard, and doubted it. Nevertheless, it was best to test the theory, and his tongue flicked out to more carefully examine it.
The redhead shivered in response. It actually tickled just a bit.
"Mmnn," Naruto shook his head slightly, pulling away from the ear. His pants were getting incredibly tight, he realized, looking down at where Gaara had placed his hands.
Swallowing again, Gaara glanced down as well, idle fingers now toying with the waistband of Naruto's pants. He still wasn't sure what came next other than getting the rest of their clothes off, but one step at a time, he supposed.
Naruto made a little noise, squirming a little as Gaara tried to get his pants off, bringing his own hands down to help him.
It took a bit of maneuvering, but in the end, they were off. This pretty much left Gaara's shirt, which the redhead took care of on his own since nothing seemed to be getting done about it.
Once the blond's tree branch-decorated boxers were tossed to the side, he made himself look at all parts of Gaara's body, and had no idea what to do about it. Naruto wasn't gay. He did not like penis. And yet, here he was, wanting more, but having no idea how to get it. Something actually felt sickeningly familiar about this scenario, but with his mind as clouded as it was, he couldn't put his finger on it.
Gaara let out a slightly shaky breath, gaze wandering over every inch of skin that was bared to him now, a look of pure appreciation and desire raw and open in his eyes. It was the most vivid expression other than pure, seething, vicious anger that had shown itself on his face since the death of his caretaker, and if he'd been faced with a mirror at that moment he would have been shocked by it.
When the blond reached Gaara's face, he found that of the redhead's entire body, it was the most beautiful. The completely uncharacteristic look he was giving Naruto was amazing to him, and the blond realized just why he was doing this: not because he was horny, not because he was a man, but because he was Gaara. Crawling back over to the redhead like an animal, Naruto advanced on Gaara until he was hovering over him, lowering himself so that their throbbing erections rubbed against each other. With no room for questioning, he slipped his tongue into Gaara's mouth, ravaging him as they both hit the floor.
It was in that moment that Gaara realized something as well. When Naruto made up his mind about something, the strength he had was something the redhead could never match, and to have that focus, that drive, directed solely upon him was enough to make him weak in the knees. His breath was stolen away by the hungry mouth on his and his heart pounded in his chest as he arched against the strong body above him with a low moan, eyes cracked open just the slightest bit because he didn't want to miss a second of this.
A hand snaked down between them, groping for something, and found Gaara's member, rubbing his fingers against its tip. Suddenly, Naruto thought he knew what to do, tangling his tongue with Gaara's.
The redhead shuddered slightly and his hips bucked, a sharp gasp breaking their kiss for only a moment before he went back for more, arms wrapped around the blond's torso.
As his anticipation and hunger began to build, a sharp gasp shot through their kiss, and Naruto pulled away slightly, breathing hard. His whiskers were stark against his cheeks, and he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get the kyuubi's animalistic instincts under control.
Gaara used that break to try and catch his own breath, panting heavily as he watched Naruto's face. Even through the haze he'd felt it, the surge of chakra he subconsciously recognized, and if he looked down he could see the fox's seal plain as day. He'd felt it, but this was still Naruto. Demons were cruel creatures, but Naruto was far from that. Reaching up, he drew the pad of his thumb across the whisker marks on one cheek. "Naruto..."
"Ahah, sorry, sorry," Naruto apologized, reverting back to Japanese. "I got too excited, I guess."
A small but genuine smile graced the redhead's lips at that, one that reached his eyes and despite how uncharacteristic it was for him, he couldn't help it.
The blond's own smile fell from his own face, gazing down at Gaara with round eyes. "Gaara?"
The redhead in question blinked, reverting to a slight frown at the way Naruto's expression changed. "Hm..?"
It took a few seconds, but an extremely warm grin returned to Naruto's face. "You smiled. I liked it."
The way Naruto grinned was almost contagious, and his words on top of it made the redhead smile again. The feeling he got was warm and the slightest bit fluttery, and he wondered if it was love, happiness, or both.
After a moment, Naruto's cheeks flushed even more and his gaze followed his arm back to where it was still gripping Gaara. "I...I'm not entirely sure what to do, but....do you trust me?"
Gaara nodded, swallowing as his gaze followed the blond's down. "With my life..." he added in a quiet murmur, eyes back on Naruto's face once more.
A shiver ran down the blond's spine, his heart skipping a beat. "Well, I am your bodyguard," He gave a small smile, then dipped his head down to nip at Gaara's neck.
Tilting his head slightly, Gaara gave a low affirmative to the blond's statement, one hand tangling fingers into Naruto's hair once more. He wouldn't trust any other bodyguard half as much.
Suckling on the white skin of Gaara's neck, Naruto continued stroking the redhead's length, occasionally rubbing his thumb against the tip. He knew there was another step to this but did not want to take it--his only experience with it had gone terribly, terribly wrong, after all.
Rocking slowly against Naruto's strokes was just barely enough anymore, the pressure just enough to make Gaara writhe and want more. The way the blond was latched onto his neck was something else new but not at all unpleasant, sending shivers down his spine and he couldn't help but let Naruto's name slip from his throat, low and laced with desire. He wasn't sure what 'more' was, but he wanted it, and bad.
As the blond continued to mark Gaara's neck, teeth rubbing against the soft skin, his hand slowly wandered lower. It took all his courage to do it, but finally he found Gaara's entrance, rubbing a finger in circles around it. He'd never understood how anyone could have buttsecks due to all the shit involved, but right now petty things like that didn't matter. Gaara probably only had sand up his butt, anyway.
It was an odd feeling, but the redhead trusted Naruto as he'd said and tried to remain still, not knowing what was next but having somewhat of an idea. The mouth on his neck was a pleasant distraction, anyway, despite the lack of attention to his arousal. His fingers tangled in blond locks rubbed just slightly at the nape of Naruto's neck in what he hoped was an encouraging manner, and his eyes gazed only half-focused at the ceiling.
Bringing his hand back up, Naruto stared at it intently, then looked at Gaara. Looking to his fingers again, he got an idea, and brought them up to Gaara's mouth, brushing them against his lips.
It took Gaara a moment to get the hint, but finally he licked his lips, running his tongue over the pads of the offered fingers and taking them into his mouth.
Naruto's length pulsed suddenly against Gaara's as the teen watched the redhead lick at his fingers. He stroked at Gaara while the redhead's mouth was occupied, watching him closely like a porno.
A low groan rose from Gaara's throat around the fingers he was sucking and his hips moved again. He could feel the reaction he dragged from the blond and it stirred a reaction in him as well.
When he decided that his fingers were wet enough, the blond carefully took them from Gaara's mouth, dripping with the teen's saliva. Bringing his hand back down, he returned to the redhead's entrance, putting pressure on it as he circled it with his finger. When he felt the opening flare up, he carefully pressed down until his finger slipped inside.
The feeling was one of the most awkward things the redhead had ever experienced, and he had to fight against trying to push the finger out. It was a bit uncomfortable, but not too bad, so he tried his best to ignore the way it felt and just breathe.
But the blond had caught Gaara's signs of discomfort, and looked at him with an unsure look. "Am--Am I doing it wrong?"
Gaara shook his head, swallowing hard. "It's fine... Just...not used to it..." he responded, sure that if it didn't hurt, the blond was doing just fine. "I trust you..." he added, just as a reminder.
"......." The blond tested the space out a bit, trying not to think about what exactly he was touching. Slowly, he tried to stretch Gaara out.
The more the blond moved, the less uncomfortable it was. The redhead tried better to hide any discomfort, not wanting to discourage Naruto. He shifted a bit, propping himself up on his elbows and watching the blond with half-lidded eyes.
Once he'd stretched it a little, Naruto wriggled a second finger inside, moving them both back and forth gently.
The second finger brought more discomfort, but still not quite pain, and Gaara shifted his hips a bit. As with the first, it faded after a while, and the redhead wet his lips, dry from the panting he hadn't known he was doing.
The blond's gaze flickered back and forth between his fingers and the redhead himself. After several seconds, he finally spoke up. "This is probably gonna hurt like a motherfucker, but...are you....?"
Gaara swallowed thickly, but nodded anyway. "I'll be fine..." he murmured, shifting against the blond's fingers. There really was no sense in stopping now, and he was already used to a pain that ran far deeper than the physical, so he was certain that he could handle it.
"If you're sure..." Crawling back over Gaara until he was covering the redhead, Naruto positioned himself.
The redhead felt an odd sense of anticipation at that point, something that left him trembling as he forced his body to relax. Pale green eyes looked up at Naruto and Gaara nodded once to show that he was ready.
Fixing his mouth into a firm line, Naruto nodded back, and went to push forward when--
--when a small wall of sand appeared between his dick and Gaara's ass, blocking the way.
The redhead blinked, frowning when he realized what had happened. He hadn't taken that into consideration at all, though he probably should have thought of it before. It took a few moments of intense concentration, but he managed to get it to go away, giving the blond an apologetic look.
But the blond wasn't looking at Gaara at all, instead just glaring at the gourd sitting innocently against the wall. Finally, he pointed to it. "May I?"
"What?" Gaara blinked again, looking to where the blond was pointing.
Pulling away from Gaara (and lamenting the loss of contact), Naruto crossed the room to the gourd. Picking it up, he crossed again to the balcony, throwing open the doors and tossing the gourd outside. It was only sand, it could be fixed, and at the moment Naruto did not give a shit. Slamming the door closed again, he quickly returned to Gaara, picking him up and dumping him unceremoniously on the bed, bouncing up after him.
"I apologize for that..." the redhead murmured, reaching for the blond as soon as he was close enough. "It should be fine now..."
"It's not your fault, your sand is just a cockblock," He grinned, pushing himself up against Gaara and reveling in his heat.
"No more interruptions then..." Gaara insisted, pulling the blond into a hungry kiss.
"Mmph!" He was unprepared, but in no way objecting to the kiss. Positioned once again between Gaara's legs, Naruto tangled one hand in his red locks and positioned the other on the teen's hips. Slowly, he pushed inside of Gaara.
It hurt. Plain and simple, it hurt, but they'd both known it would to an extent, and Gaara tried to focus on their kiss, brow furrowed. It was painful, yes, but he had a feeling that it would have been worse if the blond hadn't used his fingers first. It hurt, but this was the connection he'd been longing for. Nothing could bring them closer than this, and that was enough for him to force relaxation on his body and allow the intrusion as much as he possibly could.
It was uncomfortable. Naruto had never felt anything like this before, and had never imagined doing this with a man, but at the same time it felt as if he was doing something right. Although he was sure he was hurting Gaara, he felt a surge of accomplishment when the redhead began to relax. He'd been accepted. But it was still so tight that he couldn't help but grunt into their kiss, opening his eyes to see the look in Gaara's.
Gaara's eyes were barely open, but he looked back at Naruto when he noticed the blond's eyes open. He put a bit more energy into the kiss at that point, chancing to move his hips against Naruto's with a slight groan.
"AH--" Naruto scrunched his eyes shut for a moment, not quite ready to move yet. But Gaara's hips set off a chain reaction and his moved back, and it felt so fucking good that he couldn't help but try it again.
Soon the pace was set, albeit slow, and slowly the redhead adjusted to the feeling, the pain fading away into an odd sort of pleasure that he couldn't help but moan at. The kiss was quickly forgotten to this new feeling, the redhead's lips parted for shallow, panting breaths against Naruto's neck as he held the blond as close as he could.
Arms wrapped around Gaara's back, Naruto allowed his gasps and groans to dance across the shell of the redhead's ear as he pushed in and out. It wasn't quite how he'd imagined it--he'd pictured something more slippery--but the electric fire shooting up his spine was more than enough reason not to care about the details.
The sounds Naruto made sent chills down Gaara's spine, and he answered in turn. At some point, though, the angle changed, just enough that Naruto hit something that tore a sudden moan from the redhead's throat, an entirely unexpected kind of pleasure that made him see white. The only thing he knew at that point was that he wanted to feel it again.
Naruto pounded harder in response, and at one point he found that he'd changed their positioning a little, lifting Gaara's leg up over his shoulder so that he could reach more of him.
The blond's name was starting to become more frequent among the sounds that the redhead made against Naruto's shoulder, and the slight discomfort coming from being bent the way he was went unnoticed as he tried his best to meet each thrust. It was amazing, this feeling, and it was bringing him close but not close enough, and all he could do was hold the blond as tight as he could.
Each thrust felt amazing, but not amazing enough. Without warning Naruto shifted their positions, pulling Gaara into a sitting position in his lap.
Gaara let out a startled gasp at the suddenness of the action, now looking slightly down at Naruto, arms still around his shoulders. Interruption or not, though, he didn't want to stop for long, trying to adjust himself into a better position to keep moving.
The blond didn't either, and continued thrusting almost immediately, wrapping his arms around Gaara and pressing his face into the crook of his neck.
Breathing in the scent of Naruto's hair, the redhead wondered how much longer they could last at this. Despite the fact that he never wanted it to stop, his body still ached for release more and more each time the blond hit that spot inside him.
"G-G-G-Gaara...." Naruto groaned, clinging tighter to him.
"Nn..Naruto..." Gaara breathed, unable to hold back the need to slip his hand between them and grasp his own erection, pumping it in time to the blond's thrusts.
Ah, so that was what he'd been forgetting. Naruto had never been one who could multi task. On that note, he couldn't even have sex and speak a second language at the same time. "M-mou...dame....G-Gaara!"
Japanese had always sounded far better to Gaara's ears, especially from Naruto, though he wasn't quite sure if it was those particular words or the way the blond uttered his name that helped give him the final push over the edge. What he did know was that this was the most amazing feeling he had and ever would experience in his life, and he cried out the name of the one person he thought he could truly love as he clung to that person and released the tension that had been building all over his stomach and Naruto's chest.
It was a good thing that there was no one else in the log to hear their cries, otherwise they would have heard the blond's cry mixed in as he released inside of Gaara, not having even thought about the possibility of pulling out. He fell backwards, holding Gaara to him, simply trying to breathe.
Slowly, the redhead's breaths slowed from harsh panting into something more controlled and deep as the lingering glow faded, leaving him pleasantly limp-limbed and sated, resting against Naruto.
Slowly, the blond's breathing began to slow as his muscles relaxed, still holding Gaara loosely on top of him. "Th-tha...wow."
Gaara turned his head to the side, breath relatively steady against Naruto's neck. "Nn..."
The boy below him wiggled a bit, and they both realized that they were still connected.
And rather sticky, at that.
Naruto awkwardly managed to disconnect the both of them, then lay at Gaara's side, looking rather dazed.
The redhead was having a bit of trouble keeping his eyes open more than halfway, regarding the blond next to him with a small smile. "That..just...happened, didn't it..?"
"I--" Breathe, "Think so. Probably."
A nod, and Gaara managed to scoot up against the blond, breathing in the lingering smell of sex. He opened his mouth to say something else, but couldn't quite find the right words at the moment.
A mirthy grin graced the blond's face, wrapping his arms back around Gaara. "I've thought about it," he said after a few moments of silence.
Having been almost dozing, the redhead blinked his eyes back open, looking at Naruto. "You have..?"
"Mm," he nodded, smiling. "I'll be your whachamacallit."
Another blink. "My what?"
"Your..." He made a motion with his hands. "Lay-shon."
"Liaison?"
"Yeah, that!"
After what transpired, Gaara wasn't sure how to take the meaning of that word anymore. "Are we...talking about the same definition as before?"
"Well." The grin widened. "Maybe."
The redhead wasn't entirely sure what to make of that, either. He'd spent the past several months resigning himself to never being this close to Naruto, and now that he was... It felt...nice. Tiny smile still in place, he rested his head against the blond, one arm over his chest. "I don't think I'd mind..."
"I don't think so either." They were silent for a moment. "I know one thing for sure, though..."
"Hm?"
"I don't think that Konoha and Suna are gonna have many problems with each other for a long time."
Gaara's smile widened just a bit at that, and he gave a small nod.
"....We're sticky."
Glancing down, the redhead blinked sleepily. "We are..."
"Which one: Shower or sleep, Kazekage-sama?"
"At the very least, a damp washcloth..."
"Only damp thing around here is my--" the blond stopped, flushing. "I can go get one."
The redhead nodded. "I'm a bit tired for a shower..."
Naruto untangled himself from Gaara, the bed creaking as he did so. He quickly grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on for the quick trip.
Gaara managed to push himself into a sitting position just long enough to decide that it was a bad idea, flopping back against the pillow and trying to keep his eyes open long enough for Naruto to get back.
He was only gone a minute, and quickly wiped the gunk off of Gaara before cleaning himself off as well. After concealing the washcloth under the bed, he returned to Gaara's side, snuggling him like a fox.
Because everyone knows that foxes cuddle.
Naruto had been sleeping next to him like this for at least a week now, so Gaara was happy to fit right up against the blond. The whole being naked thing, though, was something he might just have to get used to.
--this space purely for fun and separating comments from NC-17 bitsies--
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--Okay, I'm done--
What: An assassination attempt on the future Kazekage :O
When: Several days ago....okay eight days ago, on the evening of the 12th.
Falcon was actually somewhat surprised to find the security surrounding the future Kazekage's household somewhat lax on the evening of July 12. The Sand nin seemed to have all gathered in groups around the perimeter, playing rather heated games of "Go Fish" and "Shoots n' Ladders." Following his psychiatrist's philosophy ("when sensing something potentially traumatizing, keep it out of sight and out of mind"), Falcon decidedly ignored the single game of "Candy Land" in the far right corner.
Then man crouching among the leaves grinned, trying to resist the urge to laugh at their stupidity. It didn't matter that they were incompetent, however, because at this moment the Kazekage was out for a walk. Falcon was not entirely sure of his destination, but didn't really care, either. It would probably be best to wait until Gaara was indoors to strike, and taking him out in a crowd would make it more difficult for the redhead to properly counterattack. He himself didn't care less if he killed any innocent bystanders or not.
The brunette slicked back his hair quickly, checking himself over. He judged that he appeared cool enough to kill (an ego-boosting strategy that he'd learned over the course of many Sessions) and set off through the trees after the future Kazekage.
Gaara actually didn't happen to be going anywhere in particular, simply walking off the stiffness in his legs from hours of sitting at his desk and studying. Preoccupied with trying to remember which potentially deadly household items were tax deductible due to the offhand chance they could be used as weapons, he was delightfully oblivious to the approaching danger.
After several minutes it didn't seem that Gaara had any particular destination--he seemed to be walking in circles. They were far enough from his base of operations for Falcon to realize that not only was the Kazekage unprotected, but also daydreaming. Any other ninja would have difficulty hurting the redhead, but this assassin wasn't the kunai type. After a few swift movements, he set an exploding tag to go off right where Gaara couldn't see it without searching. The boy's sand couldn't possibly protect him from an explosion.
A few seconds later, the explosive went off, sending dirt and leaves flying. It had caught Gaara completely off guard, enough so that even the sand couldn't quite block all of it. There was a slight pain in his left side as he moved back, squinting from the dust cloud and trying to find the assailant. If he hadn't been wearing the sand armor, it could have been much worse, but he'd made it a habit to do so whenever leaving the house.
When the dust cleared he was faced with the black and orange backside of his bodyguard, kunai brandished and ready to take anything that moved within 100 yards. "You okay, Gaara???"
"For the most part..." the redhead responded, a few chips of sand falling away. His side did hurt a bit, but it wasn't too significant, and he wasn't bleeding.
The appearance of an apparent bodyguard was a minor setback, yes, but just a minor one. By his looks, Falcon surmised that the blond was about the same age as the future Kazekage, and honestly, he'd been expecting something more. The kid really didn't look like much other than the fact that he seemed to almost be in the spirit of that American holiday of Halloween (somebody needed to give him the memo that it was July, not October), but to each his own.
"Hey!" The blond pointed at him suddenly. "You! Up in the tree! Come out and fight in the open! I wanna beat you up where everyone can see it!"
Remembering that he should always assume the possibility that a person might actually not be talking to him, Falcon took a second to glance over his shoulder, just in case. Satisfied that there was indeed nobody behind him, he looked back at the blond. He was loud, and seemed extremely confident, which really did nothing to sway the brunette's own confidence, because self-esteem was something he was certainly not lacking, as much progress he'd made.
"Nothing personal, but you're in my way," he responded, a slight grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he reached over to trip a trap wire he'd set up just after the previous explosion. Right on cue, several more explosions detonated around the two. He really had to remember not to laugh, because laughing at such things was a sure sign that something was wrong with you, and Falcon was perfectly normal.
There was so little warning that the only thing Naruto could do was knock Gaara to the ground and cover him with his own body.
Gaara felt the impact just before he heard the explosions, but was alert enough this time to try and shield Naruto from the force of them. Still, he hit the ground, blinded by the huge dust cloud and pinned under something heavy, solid, warm, and presumably Naruto. He barely had time to register the slight uncomfortableness of the situation before he sensed something coming towards them, bringing a wall of sand up just in time to hear the sound of metal against it.
With some difficulty, Naruto stood up again, ignoring the burns on his back. He turned to the wall of sand and, preparing a kunai, leapt over it for a surprise attack.
Well that was no good. Falcon backed off quickly, in too good a mood to die. Just who was protecting whom here? It didn't really make sense, but before he really had time to think about it, the noisy blond was coming at him through the clearing dust and it was either block or ouch, and he really wasn't feeling the ouch.
Falcon was lucky that he'd become such a quick and sure decision-maker, because his block only barely stopped Naruto's attack before the blond came in from the side with a roundhouse kick, not stopping for an instant.
Having extremely good self esteem was luckily not the only reason that the brunette was chosen for this mission, though, and he managed just barely to block the incoming kick and counter it with yet another exploding tag (he'd brought along enough of them to arm an entire unit, because he'd been taught to always be prepared, just in case).
Fortunately this tag's explosion was small enough to not affect Gaara, but large enough to affect Falcon. 'What kind of idiot uses exploding tags close-range?' Naruto thought, gripping his arm where he'd been burned. At the rate he was going he'd have some pretty disgusting injuries, but he was still able to fight. He was Gaara's bodyguard, after all. It was his responsibility. Releasing his injured arm and allowing it to hang limply, Naruto pulled out a kunai and went straight for the gut.
Unfortunately, Falcon hadn't really thought his last attack out well enough to avoid injury, which put a slight dent in the levels of cool he believed himself to be emitting. It certainly wiped what little was left of his grin clean away, as it would most definitely affect his performance. This was proven by the way the orange-clad boy's kunai grazed his side when he dodged this time. More explosions were surely in order so he could cheer himself up a bit, something nice and flashy.
Proud of himself for getting that hit in, Naruto prepared himself once more and aimed a feigned kick straight for Falcon's head, going in with the kunai for the kill while he was distracted.
At that point, Falcon was hardly concerned with dodging as much as he was getting away to lay the tags for his self named 'extreme light fifteen point explosion jutsu', managing a replacement technique just in time to avoid certain death. The only downside to the technique was that it took time to set up, possibly giving the enemy a chance to escape if discovered, and it was usually a suprise attack, but it would make him feel better, at the very least.
Naruto felt a surge of accomplishment that came with victory as he managed to sink the kunai into Falcon's gut, but it became a frown when the wounded man quickly did a replacement technique, disappearing from the scene. The blond was sure that he'd gotten him, though. It took him a second to remove his kunai from the log, and by the time he had it was too late for him to escape the circle of exploding tags he'd only just noticed. "F--"
Boom~
The sound of the explosions was almost deafening, the light blinding, but the pain never came and in the center of it all a sphere of sand surrounded Naruto.
Once the dust cleared, Falcon was nowhere to be seen, though a trail of blood droplets told that he'd fled the scene upon realization that he couldn't win. With the damage he'd sustained, though, he wasn't going to get very far before bleeding to death, no longer any kind of threat.
Slowly cracking his eyes open, Naruto looked around in confusion. It was pitch-black inside the sphere of sand, and he had to grope around before he felt the wall, running his hand over its surface. "Man," he grinned gratefully. "Who's bodyguarding who, here?"
Slowly the sphere fell away, the sand returning to Gaara's gourd as he approached. "He's gone..." he murmured, frowning at Naruto's wounds. "You're hurt..." He almost felt like it was his fault. He could have taken on the assailant by himself, he was used to assassination attempts by even stronger ninja back home, he wasn't able to protect him...
But Naruto all but ignored his wounds, giving Gaara a proud grin. "I got him!" Later he would realize how careless he'd been, but admittedly, Falcon had been no match for the blond. That much was obvious. "He won't be coming back." As he approached Gaara, he examined the spot on his side where he'd been hurt. "Can I see?" He motioned to the injury.
Blinking at the blond's obvious disregard of his own injuries, Gaara nodded, turning just slightly. The sand armor had taken the brunt of the damage, and he was really just singed and possible bruised at worst.
Naruto carefully examined the injury, sighing in relief when he found that it wasn't serious, and grinned up at Gaara. "Man, that sand is amazing! It even blocked an explosion!"
'But I wasn't good enough to keep you completely out of harm's way...' the redhead thought, still frowning at the blond's burns. "We should go back to the house..."
"Ah, right!" With a nod, Naruto turned back toward home.
"Your wounds need to be treated," Gaara added, replacing the cork in his gourd and following. He couldn't help but worry about his own performance. He hadn't been able to protect one person. How was he going to protect an entire village?
"Huh?" The blond's brow furrowed indignantly. "This will be gone after I take a nap. I'm your bodyguard, remember? Don't reverse the roles!"
That have the redhead pause for thought. After a moment he nodded. It was true, Naruto's healing capabilities were impressive, but he still felt somewhat responsible. He'd hoped to possibly clear his head, but it seemed he had even more to think about now.
"God, I wish I could control sand," Naruto muttered to himself absently as they both headed home.
Who: Naruto and Gaara
What: Things of the NC-17 variety >3
When: Last night, because we finally finished it.
Warnings: NC-17, as mentioned above, just making sure you got that.
Gaara frowned down at the book he was trying to read, unable to keep his mind on the subject matter. Slipping a bookmark between the pages and closing the book, he sat back, glancing over at the blond next to him for a moment. He still couldn't get the previous week's events out of his head, and it was making it hard to study.
Naruto looked up at the movement, his head resting on the wide pages of a dictionary that refused to help him find the word he needed.
The redhead glanced back at the closed book and his hand still resting on the cover of it. "Do you...really think I can do this...?" he murmured, contemplating the book's title. Suna and You: A Comprehensive History. For a moment, he wondered why he hadn't read this in the academy, but then remembered that they never actually sent him to the academy.
Blue eyes staring up at him, the blond let out a sigh and slowly straightened, wiping the edge of his mouth with his thumb. "Of course."
Frowning slightly, Gaara wondered why that didn't reassure him as much as it should have. Naruto's wounds were healed by now, but the memory of the battle was still fresh in his mind. "I was..." he searched for the right word, the right expression. "...Careless..."
"Eh?" Lowering his hand, Naruto looked over with confusion and a hint of desperation. "What? No! You're not careless at all! You'll make a great Kazekage!" Clearly, although the two trains of thought had crossed paths, their rails were headed in entirely different directions.
"You were injured, I should have been able to prevent that..." In truth, it was the one thing he was most concerned about, healing abilities or not.
The other boy's face went through a series of various expressions, each one more interesting than the last. Finally, he raised his finger into the air. "Um. Gaara? No. See, you? You used your sand to block fifteen bombs from charring me like a marshmallow caught in a volcano. Besides this, I am your bodyguard. Thus, I guard your body."
This explanation didn't help to ease Gaara's frown, though he was looking at Naruto now. "You were still injured..."
The blond threw his hands into the air. "WErjlsfjsmfem!!" He cried. "Most people don't get out of battles without injury, Gaara! You're an exception!"
After several moments, the redhead had tried and failed several times to come up with something to say back. Somehow, he still felt as if he could have, and should have, done better to keep Naruto from being hurt at all.
"Seriously..." Naruto muttered after a few minutes, idly flipping through the pages of the dictionary. "You can't be perfect." A fleeting thought went through the blond's head, one he strongly disagreed with, and he quickly shook it out of his mind.
There was something else lingering somewhere just out of reach in his mind, but Gaara couldn't grasp what it was. "I could have fought..."
Silence was his response for several seconds, until finally Naruto looked up with very serious, but not very determined eyes. "Gaara..." He swallowed, staring at the floor between them. "I--I know that most of the time, you're stronger than me. And that you can beat anyone I can without getting even a scratch. But...I really want to protect you. I want to be needed." It came out too quickly for Naruto to filter out the embarrassing parts, and he stayed perfectly still as his cheeks turned red.
Blinking, the redhead stared at Naruto, not entirely sure what to think. "Naruto..." he started, having no idea what to say, either. "You..." You want to be needed...by me? To protect me? "You've always been stronger than me..." he murmured softly, remembering how he once had been, how his life was changed so much by the blond sitting before him. What happens if I want to protect you, too?
"No way! You can like...do WHOOSH with your sand and stuff," the blond insisted, looking up quickly. "What am I supposed to do as Hokage if I can't protect one person...?"
"What am I supposed to do as Kazekage if I can't do the same?"
"....." A very distinct throbbing made its presence known between the eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm the bodyguard, so there."
The frown took up residence on Gaara's face again. "I don't like seeing you get hurt..."
"And I don't like seeing people trying to kill you. What if that jutsu had been set up around you? It would have been if he'd been fighting you and not me."
The redhead surmised that 'I could have blocked it then, too' wouldn't not be the right answer, and arguing with Naruto wasn't something he particularly enjoyed. Brow furrowed slightly, he started thinking about other things. The days he had left in Mugenjou were steadily becoming fewer, and that meant that the time he had to spend with Naruto was slowly drawing to a close. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be lonely over the past several months.
"--Okay? Please?" Naruto finished speaking. Gaara had completely missed what he'd said as he'd been lost in thought.
Blinking, Gaara focused on Naruto again with a questioning look.
The blond's mouth twisted in displeasure. "What's that look for?"
"I...didn't hear what you said..." the redhead admitted, feeling a bit bad for it.
The look of annoyance changed to one of disappointment. "...oh. I said...er..." He sighed. "You're gonna have an entire nation to protect soon...so please let me do this?"
Gaara nodded then, still feeling bad about missing what the blond had said the first time. His thoughts were still out of order, though, and for that, studying was still out of the question, though he wasn't sure what else to do.
With a sigh of relief, Naruto looked a good deal happier than before, and glanced back over to his dictionary, where he had stopped in the "L" section. "Thanks."
Returning his gaze to the cover of his book, Gaara was silent again, trying to sift through his thoughts. So much had happened in the past several months that it was hard to believe it was only July. "I...almost don't want to leave..." he murmured, almost absently.
The object of his affections looked back over. "Why not?"
The redhead blinked, glancing over before looking down again. "I'm going to miss this..." he answered.
Naruto followed his gaze back down to the table. "...The book?"
Another blink, and a stare. "Of course not."
"W-what, then?" The blond questioned, unsure.
Gaara looked away again. "Spending time with you..." he murmured quietly.
It was actually the first time in his life that anyone had explicitly said something like that to Naruto. As a blush spread across his cheeks, he looked down and away, back to the dictionary. His eyes roamed over the entries as if to find words for a response, and shook his head at the absolutely impossible sentence that he found. "I like spending time with you, too," he finally said.
Pale green eyes glanced over, the sight of Naruto's blush bringing him a faint one of his own. "You do..?"
"O-of course I do!" He looked up, a bit too suddenly, and allowed his gaze to lower once more. "What, you thought I didn't?"
"N-no..." Gaara responded, feeling stupid for questioning it in the first place.
"But...but, hey. Hey. When you're back in Suna, I'll come to visit you. And when I'm Hokage, I guess...we'll have meetings and stuff, you know? To keep our diplo...diplotic relations strong."
"Diplomatic," the redhead offered, nodding. "I'll...look forward to your visits..." Being alone at night would take some getting used to again.
"Yeah, that!" The blond grinned. "But hey, you'll need to visit Konoha every once in awhile, too! No excuses! Even a sand clone can do paperwork, you know."
Another nod. "You can be my..." he paused for a moment, trying to remember the term that one book had mentioned. "Cultural liaison, I think is what they call it..."
Being in the correct section of the dictionary, Naruto quickly turned back to its pages and flipped a few pages back until he found the correct word. Slowly, very slowly, the blond's face contorted. "Y-......Your what, Gaara?"
A frown settled itself on the redhead's face at the look on Naruto's, and he leaned over to see what the blond was looking at. Upon spotting the definition of the word he'd just used, his eyes widened, face turning almost as red as his hair. "That's...not what the other book said... I didn't....mean it like...."
Naruto bit at his nail, face turning the same color as his pants. "No, that...I think there's another definition for it, down here, see..."
Pale green eyes scanned down the page, coming across the other definition. "That...that sounds more like what I was trying to say..."
"Yeah, yeah...." The other boy scratched at his cheek. "So, uh....yeah, I guess I could do that."
Gaara nodded, still staring down at the dictionary page and trying to shake the implications from his mind.
"Well, I mean...until I become Hokage, anyway. Then I guess you'll need someone new, huh?"
That earned another slight frown. Gaara didn't want 'someone new'. Looking up from the page, he ended up nearly face-to-face with the blond, not having realized how close he'd actually been. He couldn't help swallowing, mind everywhere but on the task of making his body move back to an appropriate distance.
A little sound made its way from the blond's throat and he stiffened, the edges of his lips tightening. How he'd ended up three inches from Gaara's face he could never guess, but now he couldn't get himself to move away.
The redhead was frozen as well, a flicker of emotion in his eyes as he just stared at Naruto and wondered just how he could miss something he never had.
Naruto wanted to say something, anything to break this transfixion, but somehow feared that moving his lips would only make the situation more dangerous.
For some reason, Gaara found himself searching the blond's eyes. For what, he wasn't sure. For something or anything, maybe for the words that weren't being said. He wanted what he couldn't have and needed what he didn't want. Tell me to back away... I can't... You can't...
With a twitch in his lower lip, Naruto couldn't keep his shoulders from shaking slightly. Neither boy was willing to move, and in his distress Naruto couldn't keep his eyes from wandering over Gaara's blushed cheeks, his green eyes, his soft lips. He studied the crook of the boy's neck, the way his hair fell around his face, how the markings on his forehead reflected the texture of his skin and the pages of the dictionary he'd been studying only moments before. The blond leaned closer, completely transfixed with the mark--and suddenly found his lips pressed against those of the redhead.
A brief shudder ran down the length of Gaara's body as if a signal of the way his higher brain functions seemed to suddenly shut down. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it wasn't intentional--it couldn't be intentional--but he couldn't help leaning forward the slightest bit, no more than he could help the way his eyelids seemed to decide they were going to drop to half mast or the way his heartbeat sped up. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself from kissing the blond.
"Mm--" Naruto leaned back a bit as Gaara leaned forward, then pushed back. He couldn't seem to break the kiss, as if their lips were seared together with a hot glue gun. As they continued the blond found his lips wet, and they slipped against the redhead's, finding their way around and in between them.
This was it. This was what he'd wanted, dreamed about and in this moment, it was his. If he'd been able to think properly, he might have wondered if this was real or simply something that had quickly spiralled out of control, but at the moment all he could do was push back, trusting that his body knew what it was doing as he drew his tongue over Naruto's lips, tasting him and wanting more.
And Naruto couldn't help but give it to him, lips parting as he let out a surprised gasp. Their tongues collided, slipping over each other; Naruto wasn't aware that either of them could create the sounds coming up from their throats. He braced himself with one hand on the floor, pushing Gaara back.
Gaara let himself be pushed back, one hand gripping Naruto's sleeve. His head was swimming, and he absently realized that, for a good long moment, he'd forgotten to breathe, too caught up in the heat of the blond's mouth and the feel of it.
The blond opened his mouth wide for a moment, taking in a big gulp of air before they both landed on the floor, their bodies pressing against each other. Naruto opened his eyes to look at Gaara, saw the red against his white skin, and couldn't help but dive back down, driving his tongue against the redhead's teeth before once again gaining access to the redhead's tongue. Holding himself up with his elbows on either side of Gaara's head, his hips pressed hard against the other teen's.
A low moan filtered between them, the hand not keeping a near desperate grip on Naruto's shirt moving to the back of his head, fingers tangling in blond locks with the intention of keeping the boy's mouth right where it was. The way his back arched in just a way that pushed his hips up against Naruto's was something he barely had any control over, and he wondered if the air conditioner was broken because it was getting very hot, very fast.
Caught up in the moment, Naruto lifted his arm and brought it down to the redhead's stomach, fingers crawling beneath the hem of his shirt before sliding slowly over the smooth expanse of skin.
Gaara's reaction was a shiver as he released Naruto's shirt, hand moving down the blond's side. It wasn't exactly how he'd dreamed it would be, but he certainly wasn't complaining about the way things were going.
"Ah--" Naruto's hand found its place on Gaara's chest, fingers wrapping around the side and thumb resting close to the teen's nipple. As he continued to work at Gaara's mouth, nipping and licking at his lower lip, the redhead's shirt worked its way up until his chest was exposed.
The slightly cool air against his chest was a sharp contrast to the heat Gaara's entire body felt, causing him to shiver again as he cracked his eyes open just enough to watch Naruto. He groaned softly, hand slipping up the back of the blond's shirt so he could press their bodies closer together, because nothing seemed quite close enough as long as there was so much as air between them.
The blond couldn't help but pinch Gaara's nipple gently as he braced himself, coming down against the redhead. Reaching up to the redhead's hand, he pulled it away slightly to take a breath, then instead of returning to those enticingly swollen lips, turned his attention to his soft, white jaw. He carefully nipped and licked his way down it, rubbing his tongue against the smooth skin of the neck.
The redhead gasped at the new sensations, turning his head on instinct and breathing the blond's name as he lightly raked his nails down Naruto's back. With every new sensation came another rush of desire for something more and beyond what they were doing, and he knew and didn't know just what it was he wanted.
But although neither boy knew what this thing was, their bodies did; Naruto couldn't stop his hips from pressing hard against Gaara's, and at some point in the exchange he'd wound up between the redhead's legs. Big blue eyes glanced down at the nub his finger was rubbing against, and out of curiosity, he allowed his tongue to flick out against it.
As the blond moved further down, Gaara craned his neck to look at him, propping himself up with the hand that had been in Naruto's hair just in time to see that pink tongue dart out. The moan that followed was a mixed result of the sight itself and the pleasurable feeling it created. If this had been just a few months earlier, he wouldn't have had to ask himself if he were dreaming, though it was far, far too real for that to be the case.
Naruto had always known that he hadn't been gay because he saw men naked in porn all the time. He wasn't attracted to any of them--not their muscles, their body hair, nothing. But Gaara was smooth and soft despite his strong muscle structure, and his nipples were like a woman's--small and brown and soft. So he licked it again, this time with a circular motion, and wrapped his lips around it.
And again, Gaara moaned, deep and a bit louder than before, the hand on Naruto's back moving up to the back of his neck. It felt good, very good, and his hips rocked up, once again beyond his control.
And now, Naruto really didn't know what to do. Part of him didn't want to stop--after all, he was hot and uncomfortable--but as far as his knowledge of such things went, he was unsure what came next. He vaguely remembered something to do with the ear. Slowly he looked up, lips swollen and eyes lidded. "Gaara?"
The redhead managed to produce a completely incoherent sound that probably couldn't have passed for speech even if made by a drunkard. He wondered if Naruto knew just how attractive he looked like that.
The blond swallowed hard. "....what.....now?"
Gaara mimicked the swallow. In all honesty he had no idea what came next, either. Although, there was always the obvious. "We're still wearing clothes..." he pointed out, not really able to think beyond that at the moment.
Blink. Blink. "Good point." Naruto set out to fix that, hooking his fingers on the waistband of Gaara's pants and tugging them down.
In the meantime, the redhead tugged on Naruto's shirt, insistent that he shouldn't be the only one exposed. They'd both seen each other nearly naked before, but this time was entirely different.
Well, Naruto had seen Gaara completely naked, but yes, entirely different. The shirt got stuck when it reached the arms, because Naruto had them down in order to pull Gaara's pants off. "One at a time!" He insisted.
Gaara flushed slightly at that.
Once the pants were tossed to the side, Naruto allowed his shirt to be removed, exposing his finely toned chest.
Pale green eyes wandered the newly revealed expanse of lightly tanned skin, reaching out and touching what he couldn't before. His hands wandered every inch of it, tracing every muscle and committing the feel of it to memory, because there was no telling when or if he'd have this chance again.
"Hah--ahh..." Naruto breathed, wandering closer to Gaara as he continued to touch him. Finally he decided that the boy's lap would be comfortable, as long as he avoided the obvious obstacle, and sat there, resting his arms over the boy's shoulders.
Finally, the redhead's hands slowed, resting comfortably on the blond's hips. Since he'd moved into a sitting position, his own shirt had fallen back down from where it had been pushed up past his chest, something that needed to be remedied soon. In the meantime, however, he was perfectly alright with engaging the blond in another kiss.
Naruto had no objection to this, taking Gaara's tongue completely into his mouth.
At this point, kissing Naruto was something Gaara wasn't sure he would ever stop liking. While his tongue was happily busy, his hands kneaded the blond's hips, slowly tugging him closer until their bodies were pressed together again.
The only thing separating their hips now was a thin layer of clothing, and Naruto wasn't sure that he approved of it. He shifted against Gaara, feeling his rock-hard length against his own, and shivered into the kiss.
The redhead broke the kiss with a gasp at the sensations caused by the way they rubbed against each other just slightly. The knowledge that Naruto seemed just as aroused as he was sent a pleasant chill down his spine, and he cracked his eyes open again to see the blond's face. Not a dream... he reminded himself, still close enough that their noses touched.
Naruto couldn't keep his breath under control, blushing hard as he stared straight into Gaara's eyes. "G-Gaara..."
Gaara swallowed compulsively at the sound of his name in that tone of voice, breath coming out a bit shaky. It took him a few more swallows, but he finally managed to find his voice again, responding with the blond's own name.
"You're supposed to say 'what'," the blond responded back, rocking his hips against Gaara.
This time, the only thing Gaara could manage was a moan, one hand leaving Naruto's hip to brace himself as his hips rocked back automatically.
"I know," The blond breathed, rocking against the redhead, "I know I shouldn't be doing this, but....I don't care..."
Something inside the redhead's chest did a little flip at that, and he wondered if that was good or bad. Still, the thought was gone momentarily, replaced only by the need for more, even though he didn't quite know what more was.
"Show me your ear," The blond commanded, voice husky and lost.
Gaara blinked at that, not really sure what the blond intended to do with his ear, but with that voice, he wasn't really able to deny Naruto anything, turning his head despite his confusion.
Carefully scrutinizing the ear, Naruto checked to see if its opening was large enough for what he'd heard, and doubted it. Nevertheless, it was best to test the theory, and his tongue flicked out to more carefully examine it.
The redhead shivered in response. It actually tickled just a bit.
"Mmnn," Naruto shook his head slightly, pulling away from the ear. His pants were getting incredibly tight, he realized, looking down at where Gaara had placed his hands.
Swallowing again, Gaara glanced down as well, idle fingers now toying with the waistband of Naruto's pants. He still wasn't sure what came next other than getting the rest of their clothes off, but one step at a time, he supposed.
Naruto made a little noise, squirming a little as Gaara tried to get his pants off, bringing his own hands down to help him.
It took a bit of maneuvering, but in the end, they were off. This pretty much left Gaara's shirt, which the redhead took care of on his own since nothing seemed to be getting done about it.
Once the blond's tree branch-decorated boxers were tossed to the side, he made himself look at all parts of Gaara's body, and had no idea what to do about it. Naruto wasn't gay. He did not like penis. And yet, here he was, wanting more, but having no idea how to get it. Something actually felt sickeningly familiar about this scenario, but with his mind as clouded as it was, he couldn't put his finger on it.
Gaara let out a slightly shaky breath, gaze wandering over every inch of skin that was bared to him now, a look of pure appreciation and desire raw and open in his eyes. It was the most vivid expression other than pure, seething, vicious anger that had shown itself on his face since the death of his caretaker, and if he'd been faced with a mirror at that moment he would have been shocked by it.
When the blond reached Gaara's face, he found that of the redhead's entire body, it was the most beautiful. The completely uncharacteristic look he was giving Naruto was amazing to him, and the blond realized just why he was doing this: not because he was horny, not because he was a man, but because he was Gaara. Crawling back over to the redhead like an animal, Naruto advanced on Gaara until he was hovering over him, lowering himself so that their throbbing erections rubbed against each other. With no room for questioning, he slipped his tongue into Gaara's mouth, ravaging him as they both hit the floor.
It was in that moment that Gaara realized something as well. When Naruto made up his mind about something, the strength he had was something the redhead could never match, and to have that focus, that drive, directed solely upon him was enough to make him weak in the knees. His breath was stolen away by the hungry mouth on his and his heart pounded in his chest as he arched against the strong body above him with a low moan, eyes cracked open just the slightest bit because he didn't want to miss a second of this.
A hand snaked down between them, groping for something, and found Gaara's member, rubbing his fingers against its tip. Suddenly, Naruto thought he knew what to do, tangling his tongue with Gaara's.
The redhead shuddered slightly and his hips bucked, a sharp gasp breaking their kiss for only a moment before he went back for more, arms wrapped around the blond's torso.
As his anticipation and hunger began to build, a sharp gasp shot through their kiss, and Naruto pulled away slightly, breathing hard. His whiskers were stark against his cheeks, and he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get the kyuubi's animalistic instincts under control.
Gaara used that break to try and catch his own breath, panting heavily as he watched Naruto's face. Even through the haze he'd felt it, the surge of chakra he subconsciously recognized, and if he looked down he could see the fox's seal plain as day. He'd felt it, but this was still Naruto. Demons were cruel creatures, but Naruto was far from that. Reaching up, he drew the pad of his thumb across the whisker marks on one cheek. "Naruto..."
"Ahah, sorry, sorry," Naruto apologized, reverting back to Japanese. "I got too excited, I guess."
A small but genuine smile graced the redhead's lips at that, one that reached his eyes and despite how uncharacteristic it was for him, he couldn't help it.
The blond's own smile fell from his own face, gazing down at Gaara with round eyes. "Gaara?"
The redhead in question blinked, reverting to a slight frown at the way Naruto's expression changed. "Hm..?"
It took a few seconds, but an extremely warm grin returned to Naruto's face. "You smiled. I liked it."
The way Naruto grinned was almost contagious, and his words on top of it made the redhead smile again. The feeling he got was warm and the slightest bit fluttery, and he wondered if it was love, happiness, or both.
After a moment, Naruto's cheeks flushed even more and his gaze followed his arm back to where it was still gripping Gaara. "I...I'm not entirely sure what to do, but....do you trust me?"
Gaara nodded, swallowing as his gaze followed the blond's down. "With my life..." he added in a quiet murmur, eyes back on Naruto's face once more.
A shiver ran down the blond's spine, his heart skipping a beat. "Well, I am your bodyguard," He gave a small smile, then dipped his head down to nip at Gaara's neck.
Tilting his head slightly, Gaara gave a low affirmative to the blond's statement, one hand tangling fingers into Naruto's hair once more. He wouldn't trust any other bodyguard half as much.
Suckling on the white skin of Gaara's neck, Naruto continued stroking the redhead's length, occasionally rubbing his thumb against the tip. He knew there was another step to this but did not want to take it--his only experience with it had gone terribly, terribly wrong, after all.
Rocking slowly against Naruto's strokes was just barely enough anymore, the pressure just enough to make Gaara writhe and want more. The way the blond was latched onto his neck was something else new but not at all unpleasant, sending shivers down his spine and he couldn't help but let Naruto's name slip from his throat, low and laced with desire. He wasn't sure what 'more' was, but he wanted it, and bad.
As the blond continued to mark Gaara's neck, teeth rubbing against the soft skin, his hand slowly wandered lower. It took all his courage to do it, but finally he found Gaara's entrance, rubbing a finger in circles around it. He'd never understood how anyone could have buttsecks due to all the shit involved, but right now petty things like that didn't matter. Gaara probably only had sand up his butt, anyway.
It was an odd feeling, but the redhead trusted Naruto as he'd said and tried to remain still, not knowing what was next but having somewhat of an idea. The mouth on his neck was a pleasant distraction, anyway, despite the lack of attention to his arousal. His fingers tangled in blond locks rubbed just slightly at the nape of Naruto's neck in what he hoped was an encouraging manner, and his eyes gazed only half-focused at the ceiling.
Bringing his hand back up, Naruto stared at it intently, then looked at Gaara. Looking to his fingers again, he got an idea, and brought them up to Gaara's mouth, brushing them against his lips.
It took Gaara a moment to get the hint, but finally he licked his lips, running his tongue over the pads of the offered fingers and taking them into his mouth.
Naruto's length pulsed suddenly against Gaara's as the teen watched the redhead lick at his fingers. He stroked at Gaara while the redhead's mouth was occupied, watching him closely like a porno.
A low groan rose from Gaara's throat around the fingers he was sucking and his hips moved again. He could feel the reaction he dragged from the blond and it stirred a reaction in him as well.
When he decided that his fingers were wet enough, the blond carefully took them from Gaara's mouth, dripping with the teen's saliva. Bringing his hand back down, he returned to the redhead's entrance, putting pressure on it as he circled it with his finger. When he felt the opening flare up, he carefully pressed down until his finger slipped inside.
The feeling was one of the most awkward things the redhead had ever experienced, and he had to fight against trying to push the finger out. It was a bit uncomfortable, but not too bad, so he tried his best to ignore the way it felt and just breathe.
But the blond had caught Gaara's signs of discomfort, and looked at him with an unsure look. "Am--Am I doing it wrong?"
Gaara shook his head, swallowing hard. "It's fine... Just...not used to it..." he responded, sure that if it didn't hurt, the blond was doing just fine. "I trust you..." he added, just as a reminder.
"......." The blond tested the space out a bit, trying not to think about what exactly he was touching. Slowly, he tried to stretch Gaara out.
The more the blond moved, the less uncomfortable it was. The redhead tried better to hide any discomfort, not wanting to discourage Naruto. He shifted a bit, propping himself up on his elbows and watching the blond with half-lidded eyes.
Once he'd stretched it a little, Naruto wriggled a second finger inside, moving them both back and forth gently.
The second finger brought more discomfort, but still not quite pain, and Gaara shifted his hips a bit. As with the first, it faded after a while, and the redhead wet his lips, dry from the panting he hadn't known he was doing.
The blond's gaze flickered back and forth between his fingers and the redhead himself. After several seconds, he finally spoke up. "This is probably gonna hurt like a motherfucker, but...are you....?"
Gaara swallowed thickly, but nodded anyway. "I'll be fine..." he murmured, shifting against the blond's fingers. There really was no sense in stopping now, and he was already used to a pain that ran far deeper than the physical, so he was certain that he could handle it.
"If you're sure..." Crawling back over Gaara until he was covering the redhead, Naruto positioned himself.
The redhead felt an odd sense of anticipation at that point, something that left him trembling as he forced his body to relax. Pale green eyes looked up at Naruto and Gaara nodded once to show that he was ready.
Fixing his mouth into a firm line, Naruto nodded back, and went to push forward when--
--when a small wall of sand appeared between his dick and Gaara's ass, blocking the way.
The redhead blinked, frowning when he realized what had happened. He hadn't taken that into consideration at all, though he probably should have thought of it before. It took a few moments of intense concentration, but he managed to get it to go away, giving the blond an apologetic look.
But the blond wasn't looking at Gaara at all, instead just glaring at the gourd sitting innocently against the wall. Finally, he pointed to it. "May I?"
"What?" Gaara blinked again, looking to where the blond was pointing.
Pulling away from Gaara (and lamenting the loss of contact), Naruto crossed the room to the gourd. Picking it up, he crossed again to the balcony, throwing open the doors and tossing the gourd outside. It was only sand, it could be fixed, and at the moment Naruto did not give a shit. Slamming the door closed again, he quickly returned to Gaara, picking him up and dumping him unceremoniously on the bed, bouncing up after him.
"I apologize for that..." the redhead murmured, reaching for the blond as soon as he was close enough. "It should be fine now..."
"It's not your fault, your sand is just a cockblock," He grinned, pushing himself up against Gaara and reveling in his heat.
"No more interruptions then..." Gaara insisted, pulling the blond into a hungry kiss.
"Mmph!" He was unprepared, but in no way objecting to the kiss. Positioned once again between Gaara's legs, Naruto tangled one hand in his red locks and positioned the other on the teen's hips. Slowly, he pushed inside of Gaara.
It hurt. Plain and simple, it hurt, but they'd both known it would to an extent, and Gaara tried to focus on their kiss, brow furrowed. It was painful, yes, but he had a feeling that it would have been worse if the blond hadn't used his fingers first. It hurt, but this was the connection he'd been longing for. Nothing could bring them closer than this, and that was enough for him to force relaxation on his body and allow the intrusion as much as he possibly could.
It was uncomfortable. Naruto had never felt anything like this before, and had never imagined doing this with a man, but at the same time it felt as if he was doing something right. Although he was sure he was hurting Gaara, he felt a surge of accomplishment when the redhead began to relax. He'd been accepted. But it was still so tight that he couldn't help but grunt into their kiss, opening his eyes to see the look in Gaara's.
Gaara's eyes were barely open, but he looked back at Naruto when he noticed the blond's eyes open. He put a bit more energy into the kiss at that point, chancing to move his hips against Naruto's with a slight groan.
"AH--" Naruto scrunched his eyes shut for a moment, not quite ready to move yet. But Gaara's hips set off a chain reaction and his moved back, and it felt so fucking good that he couldn't help but try it again.
Soon the pace was set, albeit slow, and slowly the redhead adjusted to the feeling, the pain fading away into an odd sort of pleasure that he couldn't help but moan at. The kiss was quickly forgotten to this new feeling, the redhead's lips parted for shallow, panting breaths against Naruto's neck as he held the blond as close as he could.
Arms wrapped around Gaara's back, Naruto allowed his gasps and groans to dance across the shell of the redhead's ear as he pushed in and out. It wasn't quite how he'd imagined it--he'd pictured something more slippery--but the electric fire shooting up his spine was more than enough reason not to care about the details.
The sounds Naruto made sent chills down Gaara's spine, and he answered in turn. At some point, though, the angle changed, just enough that Naruto hit something that tore a sudden moan from the redhead's throat, an entirely unexpected kind of pleasure that made him see white. The only thing he knew at that point was that he wanted to feel it again.
Naruto pounded harder in response, and at one point he found that he'd changed their positioning a little, lifting Gaara's leg up over his shoulder so that he could reach more of him.
The blond's name was starting to become more frequent among the sounds that the redhead made against Naruto's shoulder, and the slight discomfort coming from being bent the way he was went unnoticed as he tried his best to meet each thrust. It was amazing, this feeling, and it was bringing him close but not close enough, and all he could do was hold the blond as tight as he could.
Each thrust felt amazing, but not amazing enough. Without warning Naruto shifted their positions, pulling Gaara into a sitting position in his lap.
Gaara let out a startled gasp at the suddenness of the action, now looking slightly down at Naruto, arms still around his shoulders. Interruption or not, though, he didn't want to stop for long, trying to adjust himself into a better position to keep moving.
The blond didn't either, and continued thrusting almost immediately, wrapping his arms around Gaara and pressing his face into the crook of his neck.
Breathing in the scent of Naruto's hair, the redhead wondered how much longer they could last at this. Despite the fact that he never wanted it to stop, his body still ached for release more and more each time the blond hit that spot inside him.
"G-G-G-Gaara...." Naruto groaned, clinging tighter to him.
"Nn..Naruto..." Gaara breathed, unable to hold back the need to slip his hand between them and grasp his own erection, pumping it in time to the blond's thrusts.
Ah, so that was what he'd been forgetting. Naruto had never been one who could multi task. On that note, he couldn't even have sex and speak a second language at the same time. "M-mou...dame....G-Gaara!"
Japanese had always sounded far better to Gaara's ears, especially from Naruto, though he wasn't quite sure if it was those particular words or the way the blond uttered his name that helped give him the final push over the edge. What he did know was that this was the most amazing feeling he had and ever would experience in his life, and he cried out the name of the one person he thought he could truly love as he clung to that person and released the tension that had been building all over his stomach and Naruto's chest.
It was a good thing that there was no one else in the log to hear their cries, otherwise they would have heard the blond's cry mixed in as he released inside of Gaara, not having even thought about the possibility of pulling out. He fell backwards, holding Gaara to him, simply trying to breathe.
Slowly, the redhead's breaths slowed from harsh panting into something more controlled and deep as the lingering glow faded, leaving him pleasantly limp-limbed and sated, resting against Naruto.
Slowly, the blond's breathing began to slow as his muscles relaxed, still holding Gaara loosely on top of him. "Th-tha...wow."
Gaara turned his head to the side, breath relatively steady against Naruto's neck. "Nn..."
The boy below him wiggled a bit, and they both realized that they were still connected.
And rather sticky, at that.
Naruto awkwardly managed to disconnect the both of them, then lay at Gaara's side, looking rather dazed.
The redhead was having a bit of trouble keeping his eyes open more than halfway, regarding the blond next to him with a small smile. "That..just...happened, didn't it..?"
"I--" Breathe, "Think so. Probably."
A nod, and Gaara managed to scoot up against the blond, breathing in the lingering smell of sex. He opened his mouth to say something else, but couldn't quite find the right words at the moment.
A mirthy grin graced the blond's face, wrapping his arms back around Gaara. "I've thought about it," he said after a few moments of silence.
Having been almost dozing, the redhead blinked his eyes back open, looking at Naruto. "You have..?"
"Mm," he nodded, smiling. "I'll be your whachamacallit."
Another blink. "My what?"
"Your..." He made a motion with his hands. "Lay-shon."
"Liaison?"
"Yeah, that!"
After what transpired, Gaara wasn't sure how to take the meaning of that word anymore. "Are we...talking about the same definition as before?"
"Well." The grin widened. "Maybe."
The redhead wasn't entirely sure what to make of that, either. He'd spent the past several months resigning himself to never being this close to Naruto, and now that he was... It felt...nice. Tiny smile still in place, he rested his head against the blond, one arm over his chest. "I don't think I'd mind..."
"I don't think so either." They were silent for a moment. "I know one thing for sure, though..."
"Hm?"
"I don't think that Konoha and Suna are gonna have many problems with each other for a long time."
Gaara's smile widened just a bit at that, and he gave a small nod.
"....We're sticky."
Glancing down, the redhead blinked sleepily. "We are..."
"Which one: Shower or sleep, Kazekage-sama?"
"At the very least, a damp washcloth..."
"Only damp thing around here is my--" the blond stopped, flushing. "I can go get one."
The redhead nodded. "I'm a bit tired for a shower..."
Naruto untangled himself from Gaara, the bed creaking as he did so. He quickly grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on for the quick trip.
Gaara managed to push himself into a sitting position just long enough to decide that it was a bad idea, flopping back against the pillow and trying to keep his eyes open long enough for Naruto to get back.
He was only gone a minute, and quickly wiped the gunk off of Gaara before cleaning himself off as well. After concealing the washcloth under the bed, he returned to Gaara's side, snuggling him like a fox.
Because everyone knows that foxes cuddle.
Naruto had been sleeping next to him like this for at least a week now, so Gaara was happy to fit right up against the blond. The whole being naked thing, though, was something he might just have to get used to.
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