I doubt this is reaching anyone, but I PERSIST! "Your Wholeness..." Part 4/6 (?)
Title: your wholeness cascades into so many shapes: PART 4/6(?)
Fandom: Naruto
Warning: M (hella)
Paring: Naruto/Gaara, Naruto/Sasuke
Warnings: long-ass fic, sexual situations, alternate universe-Suna City, pyschological issues, drug usage, attempted suicide, mention of child abuse, mention of sexual assault, slight blood warning. (Dang..I've got to start writing less depressing stuff)
When Naruto told him about his scars, it was just the two of them late in the night in their tiny flat. Naruto ran the backs of his fingers slowly over Gaara’s cheeks as they sat across from each other cross-legged on top of the kitchen table.
They were once again probably a bit too high, trying out a new drug one of Sasuke's contacts had picked up. It was potent and sweet like sugar, making everything hazy and back-lit somehow in black and white shadow. Everything seemed terribly new and old at the same time, and Gaara wondered at the textures against his palms, the feeling of wood grain under his legs and fabric from his loose shirt over his chest. His hands explored Naruto's skin like it was new again.
Naruto had been crying for some reason, because Naruto cried easily, spilling tears silently over the scars on his cheeks like stars. Gaara found himself watching the way they slid over the scarred grooves in his skin, dark and prominent over Naruto’s face. He leaned forward and, feeling curious and uninhibited, licked one.
Naruto shuddered under his tongue.
“Gaara-“ and his murmur was horse and small. “Gaara...?”
Gaara moved to the other side of Naruto’s face, mouth pressing open kisses on the skin.
“Mhmm?”
“Gaara, sometimes I hear scary things in my head.”
Gaara didn’t stop moving. He was just too high.
Well, he heard things too. Heard them now, nibbling along his mind like they were waiting to get in, eat through the epidermis. Monster-things like a faceless woman consumed with guilt, a father that didn’t deserve the name, clicking and crawling around like sand fleas in his skull. They were there for Naruto too. But that was okay. Everything was okay now.
“You're not the only one.”
Naruto sighs
His lips are soft, like balm and honey, and in comparison his scars under Gaara’s mouth feel ripped, ragged, raw and open.
This new drug was good, really good. It made Gaara feel open, aimless and liberated. He dragged his tongue up along one scar boldly.
“…How’d you get these?”
Naruto stiffened for a moment. Then his words were very slow.
“Kitchen knife... I was eleven years old.”
“You did it yourself?”
Naruto chuckled at that, low and almost cruel.
“Nahh. M’ Uncle Kyuubi. Some of my family members weren’t very nice.” Naruto’s voice is harsh now, full of derisive malice. “Used to beat me up a lot. One day he held me down and carved up my face. Would’ve done more, but I wouldn’t stay still.”
Naruto seemed like he didn’t know how to stop talking, his words coming faster, harder. “That’s why they’re crooked y’know. Crooked scars. He was fucked up. In the head."
Gaara’s head is reeling. Naruto is still crying, silent but angry now, his hands gripping Gaara’s shoulders like they are a lifeline, eyes looking at something else.
"He kept calling me a little baby to scream. A helpless little baby. Stupid, just fuckin’ stupid...
...Sasuke found me.”
Gaara imagines Sasuke, Sasuke with his wry half-smile, looking for Naruto after school, finding him with a bloody face on a dirty kitchen floor. Blood everywhere; blood in his eyelashes, blood on his teeth. Really fucking red blood, standing out against the yellow of his hair.
He kisses the scars, hands fisted in Naruto’s shirt.
“Naruto..”
Naruto twitches, like he was coming back into himself. “I don’t want any pity, Gaara.”
Gaara shook his head, mouth still on the scars.
“...No, it’s just...My...My dad is a corrupt sadistic criminal. I think he raped my mom.” His whole life was in that sentence, unsaid things tumbling out from under his tongue, from somewhere he always tried to ignore.
“It’s because I’m a bastard. He’s in the city council, I can’t prove... and... fuck.”He shut his mouth tight before he could say anything else, before he could say anything else about the horror, the guilt, the unwanted monster-child who had never been wanted, never wanted by anyone at all.
A pause. A sigh.
“Not because you’re a bastard Gaara.” Naruto’s voice was soft again, and time is slow and seeping, black and white shadows around their faces and lights blurry on the edges. Gaara feels weightless and tingling. “Not because of you.”
Gaara laughs a little like crying.
Naruto leans forward, kisses Gaara slow and heavy. “We’re pretty fucked up together huh.”
X
Naruto slept on the roof sometimes, after a particularly bad episode. He used to say it made him feel safer.
That night Gaara followed him up, when they had kissed on top of the kitchen table until their lips were swollen. Still tripping, the ladder up out of the tiny skylight looked impossibly high, like a sudden pretentious gateway to the heavens.
On top of the roof, flat adobe and dry-ice heat, They wrapped themselves in blankets and huddled together. Suna City before them was huge, glowing black and white under the starless sky, cloudy from factory smoke.
Street signs and traffic signals winked at them like tiny yellow eyes dotting the landscape, headlights of cars winding their way along the streets below, endless wavering lights in the darkness meandering along the fringe of the world. Each one was a weary, lonesome traveler of the deep night, waiting to evaporate under the harsh steam of sun.
Gaara felt tired, stretched thin with kisses and drugs, like his limbs were too long for his body and his ribs were too tight on his chest. Like strings coming loose from the sleeve of a sweater.
Naruto tucked around him, blankets a tight wad despite the heat, his chin nestled into the hollow of Gaara’s neck.
“No stars then.”
“Guess not.”
“Ehh screw it, Gaara. They can’t see us anyway. We’re not fucking important.”
Gaara thought maybe he was still irrationally high, because Naruto’s careless statement made him sad. Sad enough to read back through the wad of blankets and stroke one of Naruto’s scars with a calloused thumb.
“You’re important enough, y’know.”
Naruto pushed his nose into the dark curls of Gaara’s hair, red like blood and guilt.
"Love you too, babe.”
Gaara stayed awake long after Naruto started to snore softly, desert wind chapping his cheeks raw. He stared up at the empty blue-black sky, crying a little like laughing.
X
Naruto fucked like they were the only people in the world.
He fucked like his mouth was made for Gaara’s cock and his hands were made for Gaara’s skin. Naruto fucked like a maelstrom, like a tornado, like a natural disaster wreaking havoc without care, beautiful and incomprehensible. When Gaara arched under him, eyes screwed shut and teeth gritted, Naruto crushed him into the sheets, cracked his ribs open and imploded his heart.
Naruto was heat in his lungs, heat in the soles of his feet and the veins of his wrist. Naruto shoved him into walls, pressed him onto tables, jerked his head back and his hips forward and his mouth open. Naruto twined their fingers together, breathed into Gaara’s lips, shuddered above him like a star going supernova.
Naruto was a tender mouth just barely brushing his jaw, one hand curled tight around Gaara’s thigh as Gaara rode him slow and languid like molten rock.
Naruto was high out of his mind, hands rough under Gaara’s back, hiking his legs up, movements quick and leg tendons straining as he bends over Gaara’s stomach to taste the salt of his skin there. He grins, crazed and tripping and somehow glorious, and Gaara’s nails scrape wood from the headboard.
Naruto was playful, rolling his pelvis in a quick-quick-slow tease- just a little more now-and smirking like a demon and rubbing his face into Gaara’s, mouth smiling wide, ready to eat him whole. Naruto clutched him, wrapped around him so tightly sometimes Gaara felt like he didn’t know where his skin ended and Naruto’s began.
Naruto fucked like he meant it, with every fiber of his being, and Gaara fucked back like he could write himself into Naruto’s bones; along his ribs, the insides of his collarbones, and the ridges of his spine. Sex with Naruto was an explosion, deep inside his skin, and it redesigned Gaara’s foundations, flung him into space.
X
In that sweet and succulent time in the middle of the night, when the air is velvety over your eyes and dawn hasn’t yet cracked the surface of the sky, Naruto jerks awake, gasping. Gaara stirred next to him, mumbles to himself.
“Mmm, Naru…? Whas’it?...”
The thin blankets were askew, and the bed felt hot, stifling, like a sinking pit of linen. Gaara flung a leg out from under the sheet and slings an arm across Naruto’s chest, which was streaked in sweat. Naruto was up on his elbows still, and Gaara pressed his mouth to the junction of his collarbone.
Naruto flopped onto his back. “Nothing. Jus’ a dream.”
He was staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, his mouth open like a fish, and Gaara rolled over a little bit more, propped his chin up on Naruto’s chest. “Bad?”
“Nah…” Naruto smiled, ran pale blue-painted nails through Gaara’s hair fondly. Gaara raised an eyebrow, suspecting a lie, and Naruto pulled him up further on his chest, cradled Gaara’s face, mingling their breath.
“It was weird, kinda. There was this ocean, see? A really huge one, and I was walkin’ on top of it, like magic or somethin’. I could see for miles, y’know what I mean?”
Gaara blinked. “I’ve never seen the ocean.”
Naruto’s eyes closed in frustration. His fingers wandered along the back of Gaara’s skull as though searching for pressure points. He frowned.
“Ugh, well see, I don’t know how to describe it. Bigger than anything y’ve ever seen, I guess, and all these impossible colors...blue and black. It’s got waves that spit white foam and get so big that they pull you out to the far sea, where there ain’t nothing for miles but salt on your lips and jellies licking at your toes.”
Naruto gripped Gaara’s head tighter as he spoke, his eyes focusing on something behind Gaara, something with impossible colors.
“It’s got this rhythm, a sort of constancy, y’know? With the waves and the tides and all...with it all spread under your feet like that...” He sucked the side of Gaara’s neck gently, wetly, and Gaara mumbled something about it being too hot, but he didn’t think Naruto heard him.
“If I was walking on an ocean… makes you invincible, there’s so much…” He trailed off, muttering nonsense to Gaara’s neck.
Gaara tried not to feel suddenly a little alone, even though Naruto was right in front of him. Sometimes Naruto got like this in the night; full of an intensity that Gaara wasn’t privy to, launched out to somewhere where Gaara wasn’t sure he even existed.
He stroked Naruto’s hair, wondering what the ocean might be like. When he thought about it, he saw textbook pictures from biology class of squid and sea-kelp, layers of density stratification, water sustainability techniques, evaporation.
If he dug a little deeper, there was a picture of Temari building a sandcastle when she was very young in front of a washed out, vaguely blue background and a slight pinch on the cheek as she chided him for looking through her stuff. His father discussing business on the phone about luxury ocean goods and sneering at him to get out of the room. There was none of the shimmering vastness Naruto whispered of, none of the possibility.
In comparison, Gaara wondered if it was even really real.
Just as Gaara was about to voice this thought, Naruto grasped a fist in his hair and pulled his head back, murmuring down Gaara’s neck with an open mouth. He flipped them on the low bed so that he was an insubstantial figure above Gaara in the dark, with the night’s heavy blackness clinging to his limbs like a milky wave in the dewy half-light seeping in from the crack under the door.
The room was hot, Suna desert heat amped up by confined city-space. Naruto’s hands feel rough like sand-paper on Gaara’s slick skin, and he is heat against Gaara’s neck, over his chest, sliding like sweat down between his ribs and further, until he opens his mouth and swallows Gaara's cock, mouths it into hardness.
Gaara clenched his fingers into a pillow, while Naruto’s fingers traced wandering seaweed patterns over his back.
When Naruto is kneeling over Gaara’s back, skin sticky-hot and one palm pressing between Gaara’s shoulder blades, pushing him down into the mattress as his hips surge, his breath gritty and sweet against Gaara’s ear, Gaara arches his back like a bow. He reaches back to grip Naruto’s thigh, little moans catching under his breath.
Naruto was still talking, breathless half-sentences winding out under his panting that Gaara can’t decipher, and wasn’t sure he was really supposed to. Gaara pressed harder against Naruto’s skin, his ear back farther to Naruto’s mouth, wishing for something he didn’t quite know how to explain.
But when Gaara came, hot like a sandstorm in his belly, Naruto lurched forward, gripped Gaara’s chin. “I’ve got dreams Gaara, y’know? I’ve got plans... promises.”
He whispered the words against Gaara’s lips like sacrament, like prayer. “They’re…they’re bigger than anything else.”
His lips were soft, the words rasping and quiet, almost insignificant in their unobtrusive passage over Gaara’s mouth.
But later, alone in bed while Naruto showered, spread eagle across it like an offering to some ancient God, Gaara felt unsettled, inconsistent, something messy in his stomach. Naruto didn’t usually shower right after sex, preferring to wrap himself around Gaara in the middle of their sweaty sheets, inhale his skin like he couldn’t get enough of that spicy, salty smell always lingering in the air.
Tonight had been different somehow.
Gaara thought about the words Naruto had murmured, with the thin cotton sheets tangling around his legs like quicksand, and wondered if he’d ever see the ocean.
X
END OF PART 4.... looks like this is gonna be a 6 parter yalll
Fandom: Naruto
Warning: M (hella)
Paring: Naruto/Gaara, Naruto/Sasuke
Warnings: long-ass fic, sexual situations, alternate universe-Suna City, pyschological issues, drug usage, attempted suicide, mention of child abuse, mention of sexual assault, slight blood warning. (Dang..I've got to start writing less depressing stuff)
When Naruto told him about his scars, it was just the two of them late in the night in their tiny flat. Naruto ran the backs of his fingers slowly over Gaara’s cheeks as they sat across from each other cross-legged on top of the kitchen table.
They were once again probably a bit too high, trying out a new drug one of Sasuke's contacts had picked up. It was potent and sweet like sugar, making everything hazy and back-lit somehow in black and white shadow. Everything seemed terribly new and old at the same time, and Gaara wondered at the textures against his palms, the feeling of wood grain under his legs and fabric from his loose shirt over his chest. His hands explored Naruto's skin like it was new again.
Naruto had been crying for some reason, because Naruto cried easily, spilling tears silently over the scars on his cheeks like stars. Gaara found himself watching the way they slid over the scarred grooves in his skin, dark and prominent over Naruto’s face. He leaned forward and, feeling curious and uninhibited, licked one.
Naruto shuddered under his tongue.
“Gaara-“ and his murmur was horse and small. “Gaara...?”
Gaara moved to the other side of Naruto’s face, mouth pressing open kisses on the skin.
“Mhmm?”
“Gaara, sometimes I hear scary things in my head.”
Gaara didn’t stop moving. He was just too high.
Well, he heard things too. Heard them now, nibbling along his mind like they were waiting to get in, eat through the epidermis. Monster-things like a faceless woman consumed with guilt, a father that didn’t deserve the name, clicking and crawling around like sand fleas in his skull. They were there for Naruto too. But that was okay. Everything was okay now.
“You're not the only one.”
Naruto sighs
His lips are soft, like balm and honey, and in comparison his scars under Gaara’s mouth feel ripped, ragged, raw and open.
This new drug was good, really good. It made Gaara feel open, aimless and liberated. He dragged his tongue up along one scar boldly.
“…How’d you get these?”
Naruto stiffened for a moment. Then his words were very slow.
“Kitchen knife... I was eleven years old.”
“You did it yourself?”
Naruto chuckled at that, low and almost cruel.
“Nahh. M’ Uncle Kyuubi. Some of my family members weren’t very nice.” Naruto’s voice is harsh now, full of derisive malice. “Used to beat me up a lot. One day he held me down and carved up my face. Would’ve done more, but I wouldn’t stay still.”
Naruto seemed like he didn’t know how to stop talking, his words coming faster, harder. “That’s why they’re crooked y’know. Crooked scars. He was fucked up. In the head."
Gaara’s head is reeling. Naruto is still crying, silent but angry now, his hands gripping Gaara’s shoulders like they are a lifeline, eyes looking at something else.
"He kept calling me a little baby to scream. A helpless little baby. Stupid, just fuckin’ stupid...
...Sasuke found me.”
Gaara imagines Sasuke, Sasuke with his wry half-smile, looking for Naruto after school, finding him with a bloody face on a dirty kitchen floor. Blood everywhere; blood in his eyelashes, blood on his teeth. Really fucking red blood, standing out against the yellow of his hair.
He kisses the scars, hands fisted in Naruto’s shirt.
“Naruto..”
Naruto twitches, like he was coming back into himself. “I don’t want any pity, Gaara.”
Gaara shook his head, mouth still on the scars.
“...No, it’s just...My...My dad is a corrupt sadistic criminal. I think he raped my mom.” His whole life was in that sentence, unsaid things tumbling out from under his tongue, from somewhere he always tried to ignore.
“It’s because I’m a bastard. He’s in the city council, I can’t prove... and... fuck.”He shut his mouth tight before he could say anything else, before he could say anything else about the horror, the guilt, the unwanted monster-child who had never been wanted, never wanted by anyone at all.
A pause. A sigh.
“Not because you’re a bastard Gaara.” Naruto’s voice was soft again, and time is slow and seeping, black and white shadows around their faces and lights blurry on the edges. Gaara feels weightless and tingling. “Not because of you.”
Gaara laughs a little like crying.
Naruto leans forward, kisses Gaara slow and heavy. “We’re pretty fucked up together huh.”
X
Naruto slept on the roof sometimes, after a particularly bad episode. He used to say it made him feel safer.
That night Gaara followed him up, when they had kissed on top of the kitchen table until their lips were swollen. Still tripping, the ladder up out of the tiny skylight looked impossibly high, like a sudden pretentious gateway to the heavens.
On top of the roof, flat adobe and dry-ice heat, They wrapped themselves in blankets and huddled together. Suna City before them was huge, glowing black and white under the starless sky, cloudy from factory smoke.
Street signs and traffic signals winked at them like tiny yellow eyes dotting the landscape, headlights of cars winding their way along the streets below, endless wavering lights in the darkness meandering along the fringe of the world. Each one was a weary, lonesome traveler of the deep night, waiting to evaporate under the harsh steam of sun.
Gaara felt tired, stretched thin with kisses and drugs, like his limbs were too long for his body and his ribs were too tight on his chest. Like strings coming loose from the sleeve of a sweater.
Naruto tucked around him, blankets a tight wad despite the heat, his chin nestled into the hollow of Gaara’s neck.
“No stars then.”
“Guess not.”
“Ehh screw it, Gaara. They can’t see us anyway. We’re not fucking important.”
Gaara thought maybe he was still irrationally high, because Naruto’s careless statement made him sad. Sad enough to read back through the wad of blankets and stroke one of Naruto’s scars with a calloused thumb.
“You’re important enough, y’know.”
Naruto pushed his nose into the dark curls of Gaara’s hair, red like blood and guilt.
"Love you too, babe.”
Gaara stayed awake long after Naruto started to snore softly, desert wind chapping his cheeks raw. He stared up at the empty blue-black sky, crying a little like laughing.
X
Naruto fucked like they were the only people in the world.
He fucked like his mouth was made for Gaara’s cock and his hands were made for Gaara’s skin. Naruto fucked like a maelstrom, like a tornado, like a natural disaster wreaking havoc without care, beautiful and incomprehensible. When Gaara arched under him, eyes screwed shut and teeth gritted, Naruto crushed him into the sheets, cracked his ribs open and imploded his heart.
Naruto was heat in his lungs, heat in the soles of his feet and the veins of his wrist. Naruto shoved him into walls, pressed him onto tables, jerked his head back and his hips forward and his mouth open. Naruto twined their fingers together, breathed into Gaara’s lips, shuddered above him like a star going supernova.
Naruto was a tender mouth just barely brushing his jaw, one hand curled tight around Gaara’s thigh as Gaara rode him slow and languid like molten rock.
Naruto was high out of his mind, hands rough under Gaara’s back, hiking his legs up, movements quick and leg tendons straining as he bends over Gaara’s stomach to taste the salt of his skin there. He grins, crazed and tripping and somehow glorious, and Gaara’s nails scrape wood from the headboard.
Naruto was playful, rolling his pelvis in a quick-quick-slow tease- just a little more now-and smirking like a demon and rubbing his face into Gaara’s, mouth smiling wide, ready to eat him whole. Naruto clutched him, wrapped around him so tightly sometimes Gaara felt like he didn’t know where his skin ended and Naruto’s began.
Naruto fucked like he meant it, with every fiber of his being, and Gaara fucked back like he could write himself into Naruto’s bones; along his ribs, the insides of his collarbones, and the ridges of his spine. Sex with Naruto was an explosion, deep inside his skin, and it redesigned Gaara’s foundations, flung him into space.
X
In that sweet and succulent time in the middle of the night, when the air is velvety over your eyes and dawn hasn’t yet cracked the surface of the sky, Naruto jerks awake, gasping. Gaara stirred next to him, mumbles to himself.
“Mmm, Naru…? Whas’it?...”
The thin blankets were askew, and the bed felt hot, stifling, like a sinking pit of linen. Gaara flung a leg out from under the sheet and slings an arm across Naruto’s chest, which was streaked in sweat. Naruto was up on his elbows still, and Gaara pressed his mouth to the junction of his collarbone.
Naruto flopped onto his back. “Nothing. Jus’ a dream.”
He was staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, his mouth open like a fish, and Gaara rolled over a little bit more, propped his chin up on Naruto’s chest. “Bad?”
“Nah…” Naruto smiled, ran pale blue-painted nails through Gaara’s hair fondly. Gaara raised an eyebrow, suspecting a lie, and Naruto pulled him up further on his chest, cradled Gaara’s face, mingling their breath.
“It was weird, kinda. There was this ocean, see? A really huge one, and I was walkin’ on top of it, like magic or somethin’. I could see for miles, y’know what I mean?”
Gaara blinked. “I’ve never seen the ocean.”
Naruto’s eyes closed in frustration. His fingers wandered along the back of Gaara’s skull as though searching for pressure points. He frowned.
“Ugh, well see, I don’t know how to describe it. Bigger than anything y’ve ever seen, I guess, and all these impossible colors...blue and black. It’s got waves that spit white foam and get so big that they pull you out to the far sea, where there ain’t nothing for miles but salt on your lips and jellies licking at your toes.”
Naruto gripped Gaara’s head tighter as he spoke, his eyes focusing on something behind Gaara, something with impossible colors.
“It’s got this rhythm, a sort of constancy, y’know? With the waves and the tides and all...with it all spread under your feet like that...” He sucked the side of Gaara’s neck gently, wetly, and Gaara mumbled something about it being too hot, but he didn’t think Naruto heard him.
“If I was walking on an ocean… makes you invincible, there’s so much…” He trailed off, muttering nonsense to Gaara’s neck.
Gaara tried not to feel suddenly a little alone, even though Naruto was right in front of him. Sometimes Naruto got like this in the night; full of an intensity that Gaara wasn’t privy to, launched out to somewhere where Gaara wasn’t sure he even existed.
He stroked Naruto’s hair, wondering what the ocean might be like. When he thought about it, he saw textbook pictures from biology class of squid and sea-kelp, layers of density stratification, water sustainability techniques, evaporation.
If he dug a little deeper, there was a picture of Temari building a sandcastle when she was very young in front of a washed out, vaguely blue background and a slight pinch on the cheek as she chided him for looking through her stuff. His father discussing business on the phone about luxury ocean goods and sneering at him to get out of the room. There was none of the shimmering vastness Naruto whispered of, none of the possibility.
In comparison, Gaara wondered if it was even really real.
Just as Gaara was about to voice this thought, Naruto grasped a fist in his hair and pulled his head back, murmuring down Gaara’s neck with an open mouth. He flipped them on the low bed so that he was an insubstantial figure above Gaara in the dark, with the night’s heavy blackness clinging to his limbs like a milky wave in the dewy half-light seeping in from the crack under the door.
The room was hot, Suna desert heat amped up by confined city-space. Naruto’s hands feel rough like sand-paper on Gaara’s slick skin, and he is heat against Gaara’s neck, over his chest, sliding like sweat down between his ribs and further, until he opens his mouth and swallows Gaara's cock, mouths it into hardness.
Gaara clenched his fingers into a pillow, while Naruto’s fingers traced wandering seaweed patterns over his back.
When Naruto is kneeling over Gaara’s back, skin sticky-hot and one palm pressing between Gaara’s shoulder blades, pushing him down into the mattress as his hips surge, his breath gritty and sweet against Gaara’s ear, Gaara arches his back like a bow. He reaches back to grip Naruto’s thigh, little moans catching under his breath.
Naruto was still talking, breathless half-sentences winding out under his panting that Gaara can’t decipher, and wasn’t sure he was really supposed to. Gaara pressed harder against Naruto’s skin, his ear back farther to Naruto’s mouth, wishing for something he didn’t quite know how to explain.
But when Gaara came, hot like a sandstorm in his belly, Naruto lurched forward, gripped Gaara’s chin. “I’ve got dreams Gaara, y’know? I’ve got plans... promises.”
He whispered the words against Gaara’s lips like sacrament, like prayer. “They’re…they’re bigger than anything else.”
His lips were soft, the words rasping and quiet, almost insignificant in their unobtrusive passage over Gaara’s mouth.
But later, alone in bed while Naruto showered, spread eagle across it like an offering to some ancient God, Gaara felt unsettled, inconsistent, something messy in his stomach. Naruto didn’t usually shower right after sex, preferring to wrap himself around Gaara in the middle of their sweaty sheets, inhale his skin like he couldn’t get enough of that spicy, salty smell always lingering in the air.
Tonight had been different somehow.
Gaara thought about the words Naruto had murmured, with the thin cotton sheets tangling around his legs like quicksand, and wondered if he’d ever see the ocean.
X
END OF PART 4.... looks like this is gonna be a 6 parter yalll