One Way to Form a Lasting Alliance 4/5
Title: One Way to Form a Lasting Alliance
Rating: M
Warnings: some language (lol Japanese), an OC, very very mild manga spoilers, fluffy sex, unbeta'd
Other pairings: mentioned KibaHina (and Hinata’s crush on Naruto)
Setting: canonverse, a couple of years to the future
Chapter One,
Chapter Two,
Chapter Three
Chapter Four: Going Out By Staying In
“Why the long face?”
Gaara barely acknowledged his brother’s question and continued to finish the last mission report he was going to read that day. He looked up again when he heard an amused snort.
“Come on, Gaara, you really have no idea you’ve been smiling like the cat that got the cream the whole time I’ve been here?”
Trading his dreamy expression for that of surprise, the younger of the Fourth Kazekage’s sons touched his face hesitantly. The older one laughed.
“Yeah, I figured you didn’t know you were doing it. I take it something good happened today?”
“I take it you want to hear what it is.” Gaara put down the report. There -no more work today, and it was almost time for Naruto to get back. In the meanwhile he might as well entertain Kankuro’s bad attempts to mask his curiosity as small talk.
“Of course I want to know what’s making my little brother so happy. Isn’t that kind of necessary for keeping it around all the time?”
He had to admit, that was actually quite touching. But Gaara had the suspicion he would have been asked about his day even if he hadn’t been smiling, so his own curiosity kept him from letting his guard down completely.
“Well, that,” Kankuro confessed, “and we ran into Naruto and something he told Kiba was apparently terribly funny. But he won’t tell me what it is and told me to ask you instead, because I’d never believe it coming from him and it’s not really his business.”
Gaara only blinked in confusion. He had a pretty good idea of what the news had been, but… “He thought it was funny?” He had hardly even considered how their other friends would react to their relationship upgrade.
“Eh, maybe not funny, more like great news, but he did laugh a lot. Mostly at Naruto, I think,” Kankuro quickly added when he picked up on the uncertainty in his brother’s voice. “So, is it my business?”
Gaara looked at the clock again. He had no obligation to be there, even when he still had work to do, but he was supposed to meet Naruto at the office, and if he was going to be punctual, he would be there in about three minutes. Kankuro didn’t miss the glances, and knew just as well the Kazekage didn’t need to be ‘let’ home, he could decide his own schedule. “Looking forward to something?” he laughed, and realization began to creep in. “Oh don’t tell me… does my baby brother have a date?”
Regaining his confidence, Gaara smiled again. Yes, there was no need to keep it a secret from his family, was there? ‘Standing by him no matter what’ and all that. “He may.”
“Well that is great news! About time, too,” Kankuro beamed, and for a moment Gaara thought he was going to slap him on the back. “Do I know her?”
After a few second’s consideration, Gaara deemed it too much trouble to correct the gender pronoun -they would have more time for this conversation later. At the moment he was just relieved to be able to share with his brother that he had found someone. A nod was answer enough.
“Not someone I’ve dated, though?”
That, however, deserved more of a reaction, and Kankuro was baffled to see his brother’s shoulders begin to shake with suppressed laughter as he leaned forward, resting his forehead on one of his hands folded in front of him. “N-no,” Gaara stammered between hitched breaths, “definitely not one of your exes, rest assured.”
“Okay…” He was a little taken aback by the sudden giggle fit, but not enough to drop the subject. “Is she good-looking?”
Gaara lifted his head to look up at him and calmed down a little. “Hottest in all Five Great Shinobi Nations,” he muttered with a grin through the fingers he was leaning his chin on. Before Kankuro could say anything to that, the door was knocked on, and opened at the same time without waiting for an answer. In stomped Konoha’s Orange Flash himself.
“Naruto, you little sneak! Why didn’t you tell me my brother’s found a girlfriend?”
Said sneak looked at Kankuro, then at Gaara, who just smiled and shrugged, like he was sorry but found the whole situation way too hilarious not to play along in. Naruto got the hint. “Well, he’s been a bit nervous about it, you know, like what if it doesn’t go well and he’s already told everyone… I didn’t mean to tell Kiba, he guessed.”
Not sure what Naruto could possibly have told their mutual friend to make him read from between the lines that Gaara of the Desert was about to go on his first date, Kankuro settled for just being the supportive older brother. “Oh, well, don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time,” he assured, patting Gaara on the shoulder as he got up and walked to the blond. The gesture earned him a grateful nod in response.
Grinning widely as ever, Naruto turned to Kankuro as he led Gaara out the door. “He definitely will, I’m here to make sure of that.”
Kankuro shook his head in disbelief. Would his brother really be allright taking romance advice from Naruto of all people? He should have asked him instead. Then again, what Naruto promised, he followed through with, and it wasn’t like the guy had had any negative influence on Gaara’s life so far.
He turned off the lights in the office and headed out.
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Peeking around the corner, Naruto wasn’t sure why he felt like they needed to stealth around like they couldn’t be seen together. It wasn’t anywhere near the first time he had gone to Gaara’s bedroom late at night (and it wasn’t even all that late now). Of course, the fact that this time they wouldn’t be just talking and playing cards was a valid argument for irrational behavior, and the secretiveness made the thought all the more exciting. “Clear,” he whispered to the Kazekage, who was leaning against the wall behind him and wondering whether his friend was being guided more by his shinobi instinct or his inner child at the moment.
Naruto closed the door with his body weight and looked up with a positively predatory glint in his eyes -and sure enough, Gaara was in for an attack he wouldn’t even consider blocking. They smiled into the kiss that quickly got rough and heated. Finally. It had been a long five hours indeed.
Feeling Naruto fumble with the cloth around his neck, Gaara pushed him away. “Let me do that, you’ll tear it.”
Naruto pouted, but only half-heartedly -no, he wasn’t going to object to watching the redhead undress himself. He sat on the bed, flicked on the bedside lamp, and begun to remove his sandals.
“You’re not mad that I told Kiba, are you?”
Judging from the tone of his voice, Naruto concluded that Gaara wasn’t. “You said he guessed.”
The white robe was hung in the closet, and a Konoha forehead protector set on the bedside table along with a crystal necklace. “I was just going to let him know I wouldn’t be in my room this night in case he noticed and wondered where I’ve gone, but apparently he’s been on to us for a while now. Figured out right away where I’d be.” The white sash came off and the blue robe fell open. “Did you know Hinata’s had a crush on me since we were kids?”
Gaara paused for a moment before setting the robe aside. They had talked only twice, but he remembered the Hyuuga heiress. She had always seemed to have a lot of admiration for Naruto, and he never forgot people who had something in common with him.
“Well, I didn’t. Either way, Kiba’s been trying to get her to notice him instead, so I guess he’s grateful to you for eliminating the competition,” Naruto continued, cheerfully.
Kicking off his sandals, Gaara climbed onto the bed and sat down cross-legged at the center of it. He reached out a hand to caress a whiskered cheek. “I hope it works out for them. Lest I have to eliminate my competition as well.”
“Not funny, Gaara.”
“Yes it was.” He leaned over and kissed the cheek.
“So…” Naruto began, suddenly nervous again. He hoped this was the closest to a ‘now what’ moment they were going to get.
Gaara inched closer and nodded. “I trust your mission was a success.”
“You could say that. At first I had no idea where to start, but then good old Ero-Sennin gave me advice after all! To ‘gather information’ on women, he’d peek at them at the baths, right? So for information on what kind of stuff guys do to be able to have sex with each other you…”
“…watch guys have sex with each other?” Twitch.
“Uh, don’t get me wrong, hey! I just remembered what other kind of videos they must rent out at that place, too.”
That meant other than horribly bad horror movies, which they had rented a couple of times because Gaara found the fake gore funny and Naruto found the beyond-stupid characters funny (obviously the movies were made by people who had never had any ninja training, or else the entire cast except for the boogeyman would have been alive by the end), and they liked mocking these things together.
Recalling none of the guest rooms had a television set, Gaara glanced at his and wasn’t surprised to see beside it a pile of three video cassettes he hadn’t put there. “So then you snuck into my bedroom for the rest of the afternoon to watch porn?”
“Nah, there’s only three tapes; they don’t take that long to watch. I guess I spent the first hour convincing myself to go in and rent them, ‘cos everybody kind of knows me around here now and…” The nervousness was wiped away by pride for his clever trick, and the grin to match. “Well, then I thought of hengeing myself into some random guy and got to take my time picking the least scary-looking ones without feeling eyes on my back. Then I snuck into your bedroom to watch porn.”
Then he had been completely weirded out at first, and tried his best to take notes and keep in mind that what he was watching was about as exaggerated as the stupid splatter films. Then he had started imagining the two of them doing similar things.
Then he had had to go to his room to change his boxers, and then he had ran into Kiba and Kankuro, and then-
“And then I went shopping.” He reached into the pouch he had taken off his hip and placed on the bedside table along with his other accessories, and took out two items.
“To lessen the friction?” Gaara stated as he examined the small tube. It was only barely a question -the theory seemed fairly logical, after all.
“Yeah, since guys are kind of ‘lube not included’. It’d probably hurt like hell without something there.”
The redhead simply nodded and picked up the second item, slightly furrowing his brow. “Is this needed as well? I don’t think either of us has any diseases or the ability to become pregnant.”
So Gaara recognized a pack of condoms when he saw one -good, one thing less to explain. He had said his knowledge on the subject was ‘mostly from anatomy books’, after all.
“I don’t wanna risk giving you some nasty infection either. You’ll be sticking your dick up my ass, right? It’s not exactly the cleanest place in the human body.” If he hadn’t been part of the situation himself, Naruto would have laughed at the absurdity of it. Oh the discussions you end up having when you’re about to seal the deal with the person you’ve just realized you want to spend your life with.
What had he been expecting, though? Poetry on a bed of rose petals as they just fell into the act with natural perfection? That scenario didn’t really sound like it had either of them in it, so he was happy to be here, blushing and stumbling with Gaara instead.
Blue-green eyes widened a little. “You want me to assume that position?”
Naruto shrugged. “Why not? We can take turns and I’ll top next time.”
He tried to sound like it was just as well either way, but he had in fact thought about it and come to a decision. Gaara would go first, because he needed to feel trusted -just as much not to hurt Naruto as to be able to make him feel good. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel a little terrified himself, but he really wanted them to do this together, and he did trust Gaara.
It wasn’t sudden. They were close, and they had yearned to be close physically, too, for a long time now. So close, like they would never be to anyone else, closer than what was even possible. Sex wasn’t quite that entwinement-merging-assimilation-thing that would probably finally be enough, but it should suffice.
“But… aren’t you the one who knows better what to do?”
Naruto wrapped his arms around Gaara’s slim waist and allowed his breath to tickle a pale-skinned ear when he spoke. “I can tell you."
His love chuckled, perhaps not entirely because of the tickle. “You mean order me around?”
He began to move his hands to slowly rub the back clad in a clingy dark shirt. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.” He felt Gaara’s smooth hands slip under his top and travel up along his sides again, slowly pulling the garment off him.
“You sure? I can beg, too.”
Gaara shut him up with a kiss and told him, their lips still loosely touching: “Being with you is the only fantasy I need to fulfill tonight, you don’t have to try anything.”
And then they fell into the act with natural perfection.
Or they might as well have, because truthfully, the whole experience had been so overwhelming, that later Naruto couldn’t remember in full detail the first night he slept with Gaara.
He did remember the gentle, almost painfully patient touches they had started sharing, and how such slow-motion hadn’t been any less arousing than the rushed groping from earlier. No doubt they would get to use that desk for a heap of things it wasn’t intended for, but that could wait. When you have all the time in the world to make sure every inch of you and your lover’s bare upper bodies receive some variation of a kiss, you don’t trade that opportunity for a ‘what the hell just happened’ quickie in a semi-public place.
He remembered finding out he had a tickle spot at the bend of both his knees, and that Gaara’s hands were liable to scalp you if you put your tongue anywhere near a nipple without giving them something else to do.
Mouthing the scar not too far from the left rosy nub had had a similar effect, but Gaara didn’t seem to have liked that much. Naruto had made a mental note to talk to him about it later, because Gaara should know that having that mark wasn’t a sign of any kind of weakness, but in fact counted among the most fortunate things that had happened to them. Who knows how things would have ended years ago, if the volatile boy, whom nobody would then have believed to be the next Kazekage, hadn’t caught a Chidori to the chest?
He was sure that if their fight had left any permanent scars, Gaara wouldn’t have minded having those licked.
He remembered how he had finally gotten rid of the redhead’s pants in order to have his first try at what was misleadingly called a ‘blowjob’ despite of not really involving any blowing, when he had tactfully blurted out: “I thought your balls’d be bigger.”
“Is there something wrong with my balls?” the slightly breathy but otherwise perfectly serene voice had enquired him back.
“No, it’s just that Shukaku being a tanuki I thought they’d be hu-“ And then he had dodged a kick aimed at his shoulder. “Right, right, ‘get on with it’... gotcha.”
He remembered that it had ended with his face messy and Gaara apologizing and offering to help him clean up. He had said he didn’t have to, until he had found out the method.
“Salty”, the Kazekage had muttered to himself after the first lick and turned back to him to give another one.
“You like salty things, don’t you?”
“Mm-hm. Hold still.”
Once his face had been clean (if not a little wet with saliva instead), Naruto had given his lover a tongue-kiss in thanks, the taste still lingering in their mouths. “There’s a mental image for the next time you have that salted tongue stuff you think is so yummy.”
He remembered how quite a bit later Gaara had dared to stop with a finger halfway inside him and start snickering, excusing it only with a “Déjà vu.”
“Do I want to know?”
Gaara had smirked a little wider. “Well, last time involved heavy sand armors, kunais and exploding tags, but I believe you do know.”
After a few seconds of thinking, he had thrown his head back to the pillow in loud guffaw. “Well, that doesn’t feel like ‘a thousand years of pain’…”
“I’m glad to hear.” The finger had pressed in deeper and felt around hesitantly. “What does it feel like?”
“A bit weird, but… keep going, I guess you’re doing it ri- Ah! Mmm… definitely… right… d-do that again…”
The name of the gland Gaara’s fingers had found he had easily forgotten right after hearing the redhead say it. But they had done their best to make sure neither of them forgot what they could make it do.
Most of all he remembered how they had indeed managed to fit full sentences and laughter in between the bouts of panting and moaning, and how relaxed their experimentation had been once they had gotten over the ‘this is it’ jitters and performing anxiety. He had realized rather quickly that as much as it didn’t bother him that the reasoning had caused him to start on the bottom, he hadn’t really needed to cut Gaara any slack. Perhaps if they had gotten to this point a couple of years sooner, the once so broken boy would have still been unsure and reserved, and in need of some aggressive assurance of that all his confusing feelings for Naruto were being reciprocated. The young man he knew now, however, could see for himself that they both loved each other more than anything, and that neither of them minded if nothing went quite according to plan.
There would be lots of practice to be had.
Quite unforgettable were also the wonderfully unrestrained expressions on his lover’s face, and how he had had to keep losing his view on them because even if you are already joined at another part of your bodies, sometimes thirty seconds is simply too long to go without sucking face. His favorite one had surfaced a little sooner than intended, sure, but whether Gaara was on top of and inside him, or lying beside him with his head resting on his tanned shoulder and pumping him when he came, didn’t really matter, did it. The result had been plenty of lounging on the bed, lazily embracing, smiling at each other and gathering strength to get up and shower, either way.
And yes, he did remember very well how Gaara had soon turned off the shower saying they were wasting water, when it had become evident that before they could properly wash up, they were going to kiss and embrace quite a bit more.
How responsible. No wonder he had jumped from genin to kage in his early teens.
Then sleep. Demon-enhanced stamina or not, that had definitely been the only candidate for their next indulgence by the time they had reached the bed again. Before his consciousness had drifted off to meet the other kind of sandman, he remembered fumbling with how to hold Gaara as close as possible but without having his spine press into his chest, as the bony redhead had insisted on being spooned. Maybe it had to do with getting used to having something on his back most of the time.
Of all the things to say, his last words awake that night had been to ask why that bony back wasn’t crooked and deformed by now. He believed the answer had been that the gourd mostly supported itself, due to being infused with chakra, but he couldn’t be sure.
For all he knew, he might have just thought he had asked the question, while in actuality figuring it out by himself and saying something sweet and mushy instead. But that didn’t matter either, because he knew that if that was the case, then the answer had been something sweet and mushy as well.
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Not that it bothers me that in most fics it’s apparently not so, but in mine condoms exist in the ninja world. Just for some extra awkward lulz. (And, well, there must be some sort of contraception available considering how many of the characters are an only child)
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I could end the fic here, but I won’t. One more chapter coming. ^^
Chapter Five
Rating: M
Warnings: some language (lol Japanese), an OC, very very mild manga spoilers, fluffy sex, unbeta'd
Other pairings: mentioned KibaHina (and Hinata’s crush on Naruto)
Setting: canonverse, a couple of years to the future
Chapter One,
Chapter Two,
Chapter Three
Chapter Four: Going Out By Staying In
“Why the long face?”
Gaara barely acknowledged his brother’s question and continued to finish the last mission report he was going to read that day. He looked up again when he heard an amused snort.
“Come on, Gaara, you really have no idea you’ve been smiling like the cat that got the cream the whole time I’ve been here?”
Trading his dreamy expression for that of surprise, the younger of the Fourth Kazekage’s sons touched his face hesitantly. The older one laughed.
“Yeah, I figured you didn’t know you were doing it. I take it something good happened today?”
“I take it you want to hear what it is.” Gaara put down the report. There -no more work today, and it was almost time for Naruto to get back. In the meanwhile he might as well entertain Kankuro’s bad attempts to mask his curiosity as small talk.
“Of course I want to know what’s making my little brother so happy. Isn’t that kind of necessary for keeping it around all the time?”
He had to admit, that was actually quite touching. But Gaara had the suspicion he would have been asked about his day even if he hadn’t been smiling, so his own curiosity kept him from letting his guard down completely.
“Well, that,” Kankuro confessed, “and we ran into Naruto and something he told Kiba was apparently terribly funny. But he won’t tell me what it is and told me to ask you instead, because I’d never believe it coming from him and it’s not really his business.”
Gaara only blinked in confusion. He had a pretty good idea of what the news had been, but… “He thought it was funny?” He had hardly even considered how their other friends would react to their relationship upgrade.
“Eh, maybe not funny, more like great news, but he did laugh a lot. Mostly at Naruto, I think,” Kankuro quickly added when he picked up on the uncertainty in his brother’s voice. “So, is it my business?”
Gaara looked at the clock again. He had no obligation to be there, even when he still had work to do, but he was supposed to meet Naruto at the office, and if he was going to be punctual, he would be there in about three minutes. Kankuro didn’t miss the glances, and knew just as well the Kazekage didn’t need to be ‘let’ home, he could decide his own schedule. “Looking forward to something?” he laughed, and realization began to creep in. “Oh don’t tell me… does my baby brother have a date?”
Regaining his confidence, Gaara smiled again. Yes, there was no need to keep it a secret from his family, was there? ‘Standing by him no matter what’ and all that. “He may.”
“Well that is great news! About time, too,” Kankuro beamed, and for a moment Gaara thought he was going to slap him on the back. “Do I know her?”
After a few second’s consideration, Gaara deemed it too much trouble to correct the gender pronoun -they would have more time for this conversation later. At the moment he was just relieved to be able to share with his brother that he had found someone. A nod was answer enough.
“Not someone I’ve dated, though?”
That, however, deserved more of a reaction, and Kankuro was baffled to see his brother’s shoulders begin to shake with suppressed laughter as he leaned forward, resting his forehead on one of his hands folded in front of him. “N-no,” Gaara stammered between hitched breaths, “definitely not one of your exes, rest assured.”
“Okay…” He was a little taken aback by the sudden giggle fit, but not enough to drop the subject. “Is she good-looking?”
Gaara lifted his head to look up at him and calmed down a little. “Hottest in all Five Great Shinobi Nations,” he muttered with a grin through the fingers he was leaning his chin on. Before Kankuro could say anything to that, the door was knocked on, and opened at the same time without waiting for an answer. In stomped Konoha’s Orange Flash himself.
“Naruto, you little sneak! Why didn’t you tell me my brother’s found a girlfriend?”
Said sneak looked at Kankuro, then at Gaara, who just smiled and shrugged, like he was sorry but found the whole situation way too hilarious not to play along in. Naruto got the hint. “Well, he’s been a bit nervous about it, you know, like what if it doesn’t go well and he’s already told everyone… I didn’t mean to tell Kiba, he guessed.”
Not sure what Naruto could possibly have told their mutual friend to make him read from between the lines that Gaara of the Desert was about to go on his first date, Kankuro settled for just being the supportive older brother. “Oh, well, don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time,” he assured, patting Gaara on the shoulder as he got up and walked to the blond. The gesture earned him a grateful nod in response.
Grinning widely as ever, Naruto turned to Kankuro as he led Gaara out the door. “He definitely will, I’m here to make sure of that.”
Kankuro shook his head in disbelief. Would his brother really be allright taking romance advice from Naruto of all people? He should have asked him instead. Then again, what Naruto promised, he followed through with, and it wasn’t like the guy had had any negative influence on Gaara’s life so far.
He turned off the lights in the office and headed out.
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Peeking around the corner, Naruto wasn’t sure why he felt like they needed to stealth around like they couldn’t be seen together. It wasn’t anywhere near the first time he had gone to Gaara’s bedroom late at night (and it wasn’t even all that late now). Of course, the fact that this time they wouldn’t be just talking and playing cards was a valid argument for irrational behavior, and the secretiveness made the thought all the more exciting. “Clear,” he whispered to the Kazekage, who was leaning against the wall behind him and wondering whether his friend was being guided more by his shinobi instinct or his inner child at the moment.
Naruto closed the door with his body weight and looked up with a positively predatory glint in his eyes -and sure enough, Gaara was in for an attack he wouldn’t even consider blocking. They smiled into the kiss that quickly got rough and heated. Finally. It had been a long five hours indeed.
Feeling Naruto fumble with the cloth around his neck, Gaara pushed him away. “Let me do that, you’ll tear it.”
Naruto pouted, but only half-heartedly -no, he wasn’t going to object to watching the redhead undress himself. He sat on the bed, flicked on the bedside lamp, and begun to remove his sandals.
“You’re not mad that I told Kiba, are you?”
Judging from the tone of his voice, Naruto concluded that Gaara wasn’t. “You said he guessed.”
The white robe was hung in the closet, and a Konoha forehead protector set on the bedside table along with a crystal necklace. “I was just going to let him know I wouldn’t be in my room this night in case he noticed and wondered where I’ve gone, but apparently he’s been on to us for a while now. Figured out right away where I’d be.” The white sash came off and the blue robe fell open. “Did you know Hinata’s had a crush on me since we were kids?”
Gaara paused for a moment before setting the robe aside. They had talked only twice, but he remembered the Hyuuga heiress. She had always seemed to have a lot of admiration for Naruto, and he never forgot people who had something in common with him.
“Well, I didn’t. Either way, Kiba’s been trying to get her to notice him instead, so I guess he’s grateful to you for eliminating the competition,” Naruto continued, cheerfully.
Kicking off his sandals, Gaara climbed onto the bed and sat down cross-legged at the center of it. He reached out a hand to caress a whiskered cheek. “I hope it works out for them. Lest I have to eliminate my competition as well.”
“Not funny, Gaara.”
“Yes it was.” He leaned over and kissed the cheek.
“So…” Naruto began, suddenly nervous again. He hoped this was the closest to a ‘now what’ moment they were going to get.
Gaara inched closer and nodded. “I trust your mission was a success.”
“You could say that. At first I had no idea where to start, but then good old Ero-Sennin gave me advice after all! To ‘gather information’ on women, he’d peek at them at the baths, right? So for information on what kind of stuff guys do to be able to have sex with each other you…”
“…watch guys have sex with each other?” Twitch.
“Uh, don’t get me wrong, hey! I just remembered what other kind of videos they must rent out at that place, too.”
That meant other than horribly bad horror movies, which they had rented a couple of times because Gaara found the fake gore funny and Naruto found the beyond-stupid characters funny (obviously the movies were made by people who had never had any ninja training, or else the entire cast except for the boogeyman would have been alive by the end), and they liked mocking these things together.
Recalling none of the guest rooms had a television set, Gaara glanced at his and wasn’t surprised to see beside it a pile of three video cassettes he hadn’t put there. “So then you snuck into my bedroom for the rest of the afternoon to watch porn?”
“Nah, there’s only three tapes; they don’t take that long to watch. I guess I spent the first hour convincing myself to go in and rent them, ‘cos everybody kind of knows me around here now and…” The nervousness was wiped away by pride for his clever trick, and the grin to match. “Well, then I thought of hengeing myself into some random guy and got to take my time picking the least scary-looking ones without feeling eyes on my back. Then I snuck into your bedroom to watch porn.”
Then he had been completely weirded out at first, and tried his best to take notes and keep in mind that what he was watching was about as exaggerated as the stupid splatter films. Then he had started imagining the two of them doing similar things.
Then he had had to go to his room to change his boxers, and then he had ran into Kiba and Kankuro, and then-
“And then I went shopping.” He reached into the pouch he had taken off his hip and placed on the bedside table along with his other accessories, and took out two items.
“To lessen the friction?” Gaara stated as he examined the small tube. It was only barely a question -the theory seemed fairly logical, after all.
“Yeah, since guys are kind of ‘lube not included’. It’d probably hurt like hell without something there.”
The redhead simply nodded and picked up the second item, slightly furrowing his brow. “Is this needed as well? I don’t think either of us has any diseases or the ability to become pregnant.”
So Gaara recognized a pack of condoms when he saw one -good, one thing less to explain. He had said his knowledge on the subject was ‘mostly from anatomy books’, after all.
“I don’t wanna risk giving you some nasty infection either. You’ll be sticking your dick up my ass, right? It’s not exactly the cleanest place in the human body.” If he hadn’t been part of the situation himself, Naruto would have laughed at the absurdity of it. Oh the discussions you end up having when you’re about to seal the deal with the person you’ve just realized you want to spend your life with.
What had he been expecting, though? Poetry on a bed of rose petals as they just fell into the act with natural perfection? That scenario didn’t really sound like it had either of them in it, so he was happy to be here, blushing and stumbling with Gaara instead.
Blue-green eyes widened a little. “You want me to assume that position?”
Naruto shrugged. “Why not? We can take turns and I’ll top next time.”
He tried to sound like it was just as well either way, but he had in fact thought about it and come to a decision. Gaara would go first, because he needed to feel trusted -just as much not to hurt Naruto as to be able to make him feel good. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel a little terrified himself, but he really wanted them to do this together, and he did trust Gaara.
It wasn’t sudden. They were close, and they had yearned to be close physically, too, for a long time now. So close, like they would never be to anyone else, closer than what was even possible. Sex wasn’t quite that entwinement-merging-assimilation-thing that would probably finally be enough, but it should suffice.
“But… aren’t you the one who knows better what to do?”
Naruto wrapped his arms around Gaara’s slim waist and allowed his breath to tickle a pale-skinned ear when he spoke. “I can tell you."
His love chuckled, perhaps not entirely because of the tickle. “You mean order me around?”
He began to move his hands to slowly rub the back clad in a clingy dark shirt. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.” He felt Gaara’s smooth hands slip under his top and travel up along his sides again, slowly pulling the garment off him.
“You sure? I can beg, too.”
Gaara shut him up with a kiss and told him, their lips still loosely touching: “Being with you is the only fantasy I need to fulfill tonight, you don’t have to try anything.”
And then they fell into the act with natural perfection.
Or they might as well have, because truthfully, the whole experience had been so overwhelming, that later Naruto couldn’t remember in full detail the first night he slept with Gaara.
He did remember the gentle, almost painfully patient touches they had started sharing, and how such slow-motion hadn’t been any less arousing than the rushed groping from earlier. No doubt they would get to use that desk for a heap of things it wasn’t intended for, but that could wait. When you have all the time in the world to make sure every inch of you and your lover’s bare upper bodies receive some variation of a kiss, you don’t trade that opportunity for a ‘what the hell just happened’ quickie in a semi-public place.
He remembered finding out he had a tickle spot at the bend of both his knees, and that Gaara’s hands were liable to scalp you if you put your tongue anywhere near a nipple without giving them something else to do.
Mouthing the scar not too far from the left rosy nub had had a similar effect, but Gaara didn’t seem to have liked that much. Naruto had made a mental note to talk to him about it later, because Gaara should know that having that mark wasn’t a sign of any kind of weakness, but in fact counted among the most fortunate things that had happened to them. Who knows how things would have ended years ago, if the volatile boy, whom nobody would then have believed to be the next Kazekage, hadn’t caught a Chidori to the chest?
He was sure that if their fight had left any permanent scars, Gaara wouldn’t have minded having those licked.
He remembered how he had finally gotten rid of the redhead’s pants in order to have his first try at what was misleadingly called a ‘blowjob’ despite of not really involving any blowing, when he had tactfully blurted out: “I thought your balls’d be bigger.”
“Is there something wrong with my balls?” the slightly breathy but otherwise perfectly serene voice had enquired him back.
“No, it’s just that Shukaku being a tanuki I thought they’d be hu-“ And then he had dodged a kick aimed at his shoulder. “Right, right, ‘get on with it’... gotcha.”
He remembered that it had ended with his face messy and Gaara apologizing and offering to help him clean up. He had said he didn’t have to, until he had found out the method.
“Salty”, the Kazekage had muttered to himself after the first lick and turned back to him to give another one.
“You like salty things, don’t you?”
“Mm-hm. Hold still.”
Once his face had been clean (if not a little wet with saliva instead), Naruto had given his lover a tongue-kiss in thanks, the taste still lingering in their mouths. “There’s a mental image for the next time you have that salted tongue stuff you think is so yummy.”
He remembered how quite a bit later Gaara had dared to stop with a finger halfway inside him and start snickering, excusing it only with a “Déjà vu.”
“Do I want to know?”
Gaara had smirked a little wider. “Well, last time involved heavy sand armors, kunais and exploding tags, but I believe you do know.”
After a few seconds of thinking, he had thrown his head back to the pillow in loud guffaw. “Well, that doesn’t feel like ‘a thousand years of pain’…”
“I’m glad to hear.” The finger had pressed in deeper and felt around hesitantly. “What does it feel like?”
“A bit weird, but… keep going, I guess you’re doing it ri- Ah! Mmm… definitely… right… d-do that again…”
The name of the gland Gaara’s fingers had found he had easily forgotten right after hearing the redhead say it. But they had done their best to make sure neither of them forgot what they could make it do.
Most of all he remembered how they had indeed managed to fit full sentences and laughter in between the bouts of panting and moaning, and how relaxed their experimentation had been once they had gotten over the ‘this is it’ jitters and performing anxiety. He had realized rather quickly that as much as it didn’t bother him that the reasoning had caused him to start on the bottom, he hadn’t really needed to cut Gaara any slack. Perhaps if they had gotten to this point a couple of years sooner, the once so broken boy would have still been unsure and reserved, and in need of some aggressive assurance of that all his confusing feelings for Naruto were being reciprocated. The young man he knew now, however, could see for himself that they both loved each other more than anything, and that neither of them minded if nothing went quite according to plan.
There would be lots of practice to be had.
Quite unforgettable were also the wonderfully unrestrained expressions on his lover’s face, and how he had had to keep losing his view on them because even if you are already joined at another part of your bodies, sometimes thirty seconds is simply too long to go without sucking face. His favorite one had surfaced a little sooner than intended, sure, but whether Gaara was on top of and inside him, or lying beside him with his head resting on his tanned shoulder and pumping him when he came, didn’t really matter, did it. The result had been plenty of lounging on the bed, lazily embracing, smiling at each other and gathering strength to get up and shower, either way.
And yes, he did remember very well how Gaara had soon turned off the shower saying they were wasting water, when it had become evident that before they could properly wash up, they were going to kiss and embrace quite a bit more.
How responsible. No wonder he had jumped from genin to kage in his early teens.
Then sleep. Demon-enhanced stamina or not, that had definitely been the only candidate for their next indulgence by the time they had reached the bed again. Before his consciousness had drifted off to meet the other kind of sandman, he remembered fumbling with how to hold Gaara as close as possible but without having his spine press into his chest, as the bony redhead had insisted on being spooned. Maybe it had to do with getting used to having something on his back most of the time.
Of all the things to say, his last words awake that night had been to ask why that bony back wasn’t crooked and deformed by now. He believed the answer had been that the gourd mostly supported itself, due to being infused with chakra, but he couldn’t be sure.
For all he knew, he might have just thought he had asked the question, while in actuality figuring it out by himself and saying something sweet and mushy instead. But that didn’t matter either, because he knew that if that was the case, then the answer had been something sweet and mushy as well.
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Not that it bothers me that in most fics it’s apparently not so, but in mine condoms exist in the ninja world. Just for some extra awkward lulz. (And, well, there must be some sort of contraception available considering how many of the characters are an only child)
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I could end the fic here, but I won’t. One more chapter coming. ^^
Chapter Five