Author's notes: yet another one shot starring Gaara, it's a cross over between Lament of the Lamb and Naruto
Summary: Gaara releases some pent up sexual frustrations in the shower
Shower
The water burned his skin, soothing his tense muscles as the liquid flowed off his body. Gaara sighed, tilting his head upwards to let the water hit his face, he had been working in his garden the entire morning, for once doing it by hand rather than using his sand. As a hand slid along his muscular stomach, while another brushed its fingers along the bruised and bitten skin of his neck, he mused about his current… well he wasn't sure what to call him. Kazuna…his Kazuna, he hadn't seen him all morning, which was normal, for they both had different hobbies…although he was certain that he had felt the bronze eyed beauty watching him as he worked in his 'Garden of Death'.
Lightly trailing his fingers along his stomach, Gaara found himself thinking of Kazuna's pale skin, his eyes and the way they darkened when he kissed him. The way Kazuna's body arched off the bed in pleasure when he touched his heated skin. A shudder rolled throughout Gaara's body, and he mused on how Kazuna would look drenched in water, standing naked in the shower with him, a deep blush on his perfect pale cheeks. Gaara groaned softly, his hand sliding lower to wrap around his now throbbing erection, as he imagined kissing Kazuna, pressing the other boy against the cool tiles of the shower wall fingers trailing along hot, smooth skin.
"Kazuna…" he breathed out, his head bowing, the water beating on the back of his neck as he began to stroke himself, not being able to stop the fantasy. Imaging the other boy sliding to his knees in front of him, the water beating off his shoulders, black hair sticking to his forehead, face flushed and lips swollen. He groaned louder, his breathing heavy and ragged, his hand moving faster as the Kazuna in his fantasy took him deeper into his mouth. The heat almost blinding, those dark eyes looking up at him lustfully.
"Oh…god" Gaara whispered, his body trembling, the water feeling cold against his hot skin, he was nearing his climax, his hand tightening and moving harder against his cock.
"Kazuna…" he moaned, as he pictured his hair, his eyes, the pale skin, his perfect mouth, and he came. Painfully hard, his eyes snapping open as a strangled cry escaped his lips, he slid to the floor of the tub, his body shaking. And as he knelt there, the water beating off his body, his seed washing down the drain, he knew he couldn't let Kazuna leave him, not like the others…he cared for him too much.