Alrighty! This is a story co-authored by me, Heosic-chan and the lovely Kanemoshi! -thunderous applause- pairings so far are: ShikaCho, GaaNaru, future NejiKan, and others! All lemons and citrusy stuff is written by the talented Kanemoshi, and I write mostly Choji and Naruto. Hope u all enjoy!
Tina-chan: man, we sure made this long... and it's just the first chapter!
Disclaimer: neither me nor Kanemoshi own Naruto. T.T
Warnings: Lemon and other citrusy stuff.
(Choji's POV)
I looked over at my good friend Shikamaru, who was apparently asleep. His face looked peaceful and his breathing was slow and even. I smiled and stuffed a handful of chips into my mouth. Shika is a good guy, and a genius. His IQ is over 200, and he was the only person to become a chuunin in the last exam. He was also the leader of the 'rescue Sasuke' team. I still get a strange feeling of both pride and fear when I think back on that event. I almost died, but I also found out how much faith my friends have in me, especially Shikamaru. He had always been my best friend, but after that mission I began to think of him as… something more. He may pretend to be a lazy slacker, but he showed me that I could be strong and not weak like everyone said I was. I looked over at him again and noticed that he didn't look so peaceful anymore. His face was screwed up in… pain? No, not quite… Oh gods, now he's moaning!
"Shikamaru, are you okay? Wake up! You're moaning!"
(Shikamaru POV)
I blinked my eyes open and found myself staring into the worried face of my best friend. Shika, are you okay? That was what had woken me up from that...dream. I wasn't even sure if it could be called that. I pulled myself up to a sitting position and stared at Choji, who was still looking at me curiously. I was...moaning in my sleep? I glanced over to Choji for confirmation and, from the surprised look in his eyes, I knew that his comment about my moaning must have been true. I mentally cursed, wondering if I spoke in my sleep as well. I didn't actually recall what went on in my dream except there was...heat A great deal of heat. And Choji was there. I shook the thoughts from my head, promising myself I'd think about it at a later time. This wasn't the time or place (or company) to contemplate such disconcerting things. I stood up, noticing Choji followed suit, and I began walking back towards the village. I couldn't watch clouds with something like this on my mind.
After a little while of walking, Choji excused himself, saying he had to do something for his mother today. I watched him leave, personally glad that he had finally left me alone. It meant that I could think over my dream again. I quickly glanced around to make sure no one was watching me-I couldn't have people wondering what had gotten me into such an unusual mood. Satisfied that I wouldn't have to answer someone's questions later, I sprinted the rest of the way to my house, glad that both of my parents were working today. For something like this, I needed to be completely alone.
Once I reached the house, I was sure to lock my bedroom door after I entered the small room. Even if my parents were already busy, that didn't mean that someone (probably Ino or Asuma-sensei) wouldn't come barging in looking for me with some ridiculous excuse. Asuma's latest justification for trespassing was that he hardly saw me anymore and was worried about his chuunin student. It was so troublesome to have that man as a teacher. With a sigh, I laid back on my bed and pulled up all the images I could remember from the dream. Choji…was…he was touching me... I closed my eyes, letting my fingers trace the lines my best friend had in my dream. He touched my face, my jaw line, and down my neck. I remembered that he then had slid my shirt up with his other hand, and began feeling every inch of my torso and chest.
More than anything, I recalled how good it felt in my dream-the feeling of his hands on my bare skin, the warmth that his fingers brought as they simply touched me. I let my own hands repeat those movements, wondering why my dream had brought on such sensations. I ran one hand through my hair, pulling out my ponytail as I thought over what happened. Dreams weren't reality, so I had no reason to worry, right? But the feelings that ran through my body in that dream...they felt real - tangible. My eyes shot open when I remembered what Choji had done next after touching my chest and abdomen. His hands had dipped into my pants and I had gladly moved to give him access to my lower body. My body trembled slightly at that realization. It was illogical that I would feel such...things...when my best friend touched me like that, tracing every inch of the most private part of my body. It wasn't normal to do things like that with your best friend, but I had been more than eager to do it with Choji. It was as though he placed me under a spell. I bit my lip, that same warmth returning to my body as I recalled the exact places Choji had touched me. It wasn't real-it was just a harmless fantasy brought on by hormones and lack of sleep, I theorized as I shifted uncomfortably on my bed. My stomach tightened as I shifted again, suddenly feeling...different.
I opened my eyes and looked down and my eyes became fixed on the most...prominent area of my body. That...isn't a dream... I realized as I continued to stare at the massive erection, wondering where the hell that came from. I threw my head back, thinking out all the logical answers to my questions. I was horny, it was normal to get erections when you're a teenager; I had been stressed out lately... I covered my eyes with one hand, wondering what I should do now. If I touched myself, I would be admitting something to myself...but what? The curious side of me won in the long run and I allowed my hand to stretch down to my baggy pants, slipping underneath the layers of cloth to touch the throbbing piece of flesh. My body erupted in shivers from the gentlest of touches, but it felt amazingly good. I wondered slightly if it was normal to be this stimulated by such simple, carnal urges. I became more daring, retracing the paths Choji had taken in my dream. Sliding up to the tip, down the vein underneath, becoming faster as my grip tightened, and I found myself unable to stop. It wasn't supposed to be so addictive-so amazing. I just wanted to know why. I was a genius and that "why" question had yet to be answered, so it bothered me and I knew it would keep nagging in the back of my mind until I satisfied my curiosity. That is why I continued-for the sake of science…for curiosity's sake. I let a slight smile touch my face, realizing that I was trying deluding myself with that line of thinking. I was doing this so that I wouldn't go insane with the unanswered questions I had.
I found my breathing becoming hitched as I continued touching, grasping, pumping my hand along my erection. It was almost too much, but I didn't stop, wondering where something like this would end, since Choji had woken me up about two gasps and a moan ago. I bit my lip, realizing that if anyone came into the house right now, they'd probably think someone was murdering me from the sounds I was making. Even after realizing that, I couldn't make my vocalizations any quieter-I was just barely able to refrain from screaming from the sheer amount of incomprehensible gratification I was receiving from the movements of my own hand.
I bit back a groan as I felt something change. It was no longer a feeling of curiosity that drove me, but a necessity. I couldn't have stopped even if I had wanted to. It was almost too much for me to handle. With each movement of my hand, the waves of pleasure increased, now becoming painful in the amount of pleasure I got. That amount of ecstasy grew until I was almost unable to breath. My entire lower body erupted in heat that I hadn't thought was even possible. With a deafening scream, I threw my head back and came all over my own hand. I froze in that spot for a moment, until it was over and I had started to breathe with some semblance of normalcy. My heartbeat was still erratic, but I could breathe without gasping. It was then I realized what exactly had just happened-and what I had done.
"I screamed...Choji..." My eyes widened in fear at that realization and, with the barest of smirks on my face, I added for the sake of my image, "Mendokusee."
After a few minutes, exhaustion had overtaken me and I slept without anymore disturbing dreams of my best friend. When I finally woke up, I knew it was late at night from the lack of light in my room. I glanced over at the digital clock on my nightstand and sighed when I read off the digits.
"Eight thirty…" It had only been the early afternoon when I had gotten home and…done those things to myself. I felt my face warm up as I recalled the events leading up to that particular action. I had been cloud gazing in one of my favorite spots and Choji had happened to come along. He knew me well enough not to ask any questions, so we just laid back together on the roof and watched the white puffs go by. It wasn't an awkward silence, like most people would believe. I was content with just knowing my food-loving best friend was around in case I had any thoughts that I needed his input on.
After a little while, I felt myself drifting off into a comfortable sleep, like I was prone to do on lazy days like today. It was then that my day started taking a turn for the worst. My dream had started off very much like a normal afternoon of cloud watching, with Choji laying next to me. Every now and again, he would comment on a certain shape-something Choji had always done and I found it somewhat soothing to hear his voice softly mention what he saw in the abstract contours. It was after a while of cloud gazing that I felt something change in the atmosphere. In my dream, I had opened my eyes to look at Choji curiously and had been surprised to see him looking at, not the clouds, but me. Then things became confusing. I had no say in what I did next- it was as though I was just a spectator inside my own body. I slid over to Choji and hesitantly sat up, brushing my lips against his as I did so. That seemed to break whatever boundaries there were between us and everything became a blur of heat. Skin, tongue-I had been able to feel every inch of Choji's muscular body. I always knew my best friend was well built under the rolls that he had carried for so many years, but I had never seen him naked since he started shedding those extra pounds. A small part of me was curious if the body I felt on top of me in the dream was anywhere close to the real thing.
He had touched me in such ways that I could feel my face warm up even now as I thought about it I tilted my head back, remembering the exact moment I had woken up from my dream. He had been touching my erection, his own hardness pressing into my thigh as he assaulted my neck with his tongue and teeth. Gods, those small things that he did to my neck had made me scream out in my dream-begging him for more. I didn't exactly know what I wanted by more, but whatever it was, it was making me shiver now as I thought about how close I had been to coming in my dream. If I had done so-it would have been very awkward to wake up and see Choji eyeing me curiously. As of right now, I doubted if I would be able to look at my best friend without blushing in remembrance of how I was putty in his masterful hands. I knew I would never be able to sit in that particular cloud gazing spot with my best friend again.
"Shikamaru!" I nearly fell off my bed when I heard my father call out my name. The man sounded very close, so I was hardly surprised when he came barging through my door a few seconds later. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at me, sprawled across my bed as I unconsciously tried to cover myself with blankets. There would be no way of explaining my soiled pants to him, short of the truth.
"Tou-san…" If I hadn't decided it would be too troublesome to yell at the man for entering without knocking, I probably would have cursed at him. He smirked in a way that only he could, making him look years younger. There was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes, which made me wonder slightly how much he had already assumed.
"You're finally growing up!" Shikaku exclaimed happily. I sighed, lowering my head into my pillow. Being a genius, I calculated that I wouldn't be able to suffocate myself in my pillow before the man came to my 'rescue.' Besides, it would be too bothersome to put my energy into a half-hearted suicide attempt. The man who looked like an older version of myself, wiggling his eyebrows, gave me a curious look that, for some reason, made me blush slightly. "So, who was it? Ino-chan? Or that pink-haired Haruno girl…hmm…Maybe the Hyuuga heiress…"
With each name my father rattled off, I felt my face warming up even more. He was just as perverted as the rest of the adult men I knew…and it was almost as embarrassing as the fact I had masturbated while thinking about my best male friend. "…" I didn't even grace the man with an answer as I slowly sat up and stared down into my hands. "…what does it mean?" I wondered out loud, wondering if my father would have a spark of genius himself and give me a response that would make a difference.
"…well, it means that you're finally maturing. And that you're attracted to someone…or something about her." I noticeably winced when I heard him use that particular word: her. Did that mean it was wrong for me to be thinking about a guy in that way? I knew it was wrong to imagine doing something like that with my best friend-regardless of the fact Choji was a boy. My father, obviously noticing the way I reacted to his comment, walked over to my bed and sat down on the mattress. "…or him…"
His addition made me glance over at him curiously. For a moment, I wondered if it was possible he knew more than he was letting on, but from the ridiculous smirk on his face, I knew the man was just going on a hunch. He probably would have been very serious looking if he thought I was having dreams about my best friend. "Shikamaru…you're a man now…things like that are perfectly normal…I'd be kind of worried if you didn't have a wet dream or two…it's unhealthy not to-"
"I don't want to know…" I cut him off, knowing that he would go far deeper into the conversation than I wanted to hear if I didn't stop him. The man sometimes was too much for one person to deal with. Especially me. He was just too troublesome sometimes.
"Shikamaru…having thoughts like that don't really mean anything…it could just indicate that you're attracted to a certain quality in someone…like their friendship…" That particular choice in words startled me so much I stared at my father, my mouth hanging open. He chuckled at me, but not in a teasing way. He stood up and started walking to the door as he continued talking. "…don't act surprised, Shikamaru…I told you already, it's a normal thing for someone your age to go through. Give it a few weeks and…" He turned his head to give me a sidelong glance. "You'll be watching clouds like normal with Choji…"
With that, he left the room and I was finally alone, now with even more questions than I had started out with.
(Choji POV)
Shikamaru suddenly stood up and started walking, and I followed him, not really knowing what else to do. He seemed deep in thought and after a while I remembered that my mom wanted me to pick up some groceries. I said goodbye and he just waved, looking more spacey that usual. I wondered what's on his mind? He actually seemed… Perplexed? Yeah, I think that's it. To anyone else he would have looked like his usual bored self, but I've been around him long enough that I can sometimes see past his bored façade and see what he's really feeling. I started to crunch on a bag of chips; If he still acting weird later I would ask him if anything was wrong.
"OI, CHOJI!"
I winced as an incredibly loud shriek tore through the air, and I spotted a blonde head running down the street. I hope it's not Ino… I like her as a teammate and all, but she's still bossy and annoying most of the time. Oh wait, the hair is short. That means…
"Hi Naruto."
"Hi Choji! What'cha doing?"
"I'm just going to get some groceries for my mom. What are you doing?"
"Anou, I'm just going to get some ramen at Ichiraku. Wanna come? I'm sure your mom can wait for the groceries, you know?"
I thought about it. Naruto was right, I really didn't need to buy the groceries right now… and I was kind of hungry. I prefer barbeque to ramen, but food is food.
"Sure Naruto, I'll go with you."
"Sugoi!"
I followed the hyper blonde to the ramen stand, where we were greeted by the old man and the waitress Ayame. I kind of wondered why I had gone with Naruto; I knew him, but he wasn't really a friend. Oh well, maybe I could get to know him now. Him and Shika seem to get along pretty well, now that I think about it. We ordered our ramen. I still wonder what was bothering Shikamaru. It takes something pretty big to make him upset or confused; I mean, he's a genius, even if he's lazy as hell sometimes. But he'd still do anything for his friends, and that's why I like him.
"Choji, are you okay? You're totally spacing out!"
I came out of my thoughts and saw that our orders had arrived. Naruto had already managed to eat two bowls. I started on mine.
"I was…just thinking. Hey Naruto, do you have anyone… that you like? Last I heard you were fixated on Sakura-chan."
Naruto almost choked on his ramen. I guess it was kind of weird for me to ask him that sort of question, but for some reason I was curious. Maybe because I thought we could relate in some way?
"A-anou…
(Naruto POV)
How am I supposed to answer that? I mean… I don't really know Choji very well. But he does seem like a nice guy. I don't think he would judge me or anything, and he's a friend of Shikamaru so he has to be pretty cool, right? And I do wanna tell someone… okay, here you go Uzumaki!
"A-anou… I don't like Sakura in that way anymore. She has her nice moments and everything and she's much better now than a few years ago but… she's more like a big sister or something now. Um, I do like someone else though…"
Choji looked intrigued. Was he really that interested?
"Who do you like, Naruto?"
'Tell him! Maybe he could help me, or at least listen to my story. This is Choji, he's a nice guy.'
"I… do you know Sabaku no Gaara?"
-somewhere in Suna a certain red-haired Kazekage sneezed-
(Gaara's POV)
"Achoo!"
"Kazekage-sama? Daijoubu ka?" I tried not to, but the blank stare I gave the talking man must have looked like a death glare (unintentionally, on my part) judging from the fearful expression that crossed his normally serious features. I could hear Kankuro snicker at that, but he was immediately silenced with a quick slap from the blonde woman across the table from him. Sometimes even I was afraid of Temari's temper. And the reach of her swift hand - not that she'd ever dare to hit me. But there was always that chance with that fiery woman.
"I'm fi-achoo!" I sneezed again, this time getting enough forewarning to bring my arm up to cover my mouth. When I lowered my, now, soggy sleeve, I looked around the room with distain. Everyone, even my siblings, looked very concerned. It was obvious as to why. I never sneeze. The last time I sneezed had to be when I was just a child - before my father tried to kill me. It was an interesting bodily function, I had to admit, but I ignored that thought in order to wonder why it was I was sneezing. I never got sick and nothing had been able to irritate my nose, both of which I had to thank my shield of sand for. It, literally, let nothing through without putting up a fight first. Which meant that I had no real reason behind sneezing.
"This meeting is to be rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon…" Temari stated firmly as she stood up, placing her palms down on the wooden table all of my advisors were surrounding. There wasn't a single grumble or objection, but not a single person shifted in their seat. "Leave now!" Temari raised her voice and, with a sadistic smirk on my face, I watched as a few of the old men jumped at her tone. It wasn't often she would demand something like this - especially when I hadn't permitted it.
Once the last of my advisors, and their barely contained fear, left the room, Kankuro went to close the door and my two siblings watched me with curious eyes. I tried my hardest to glare at them, but they only got a muffled 'achoo' out of me as I sneezed a third time.
"…Gaara…" I could hear the concern in my sister's voice, which annoyed me even more than the persistent fits. I looked over to Kankuro, who, for once, was just as alarmed as Temari. They didn't worry about me…especially over something like this - something that was supposed to be normal. I sneezed again, which made me decide to have an extensive medical study done on the causes of the damnable things in order to prevent this from happening again.
"Is he allergic to anything?" Kankuro asked, his eyes pulling away from me so he could look at Temari. She shrugged, folding her arms across her chest as they studied me and my sneezing spell. I glanced from one sibling to the other, noticing that (once I finished sneezing for the tenth time) there was a definite change in atmosphere. They knew something and found it funny, guessing from the smirks on their faces.
"I guess someone's talking about our poor Gaara…" Temari stated with a chuckle. I raised an eyebrow, which nullified the intensity of the glare I gave her as a response. Her statement had gotten Kankuro to laugh outright. Whatever they were talking about had to do with me…and I didn't know what it was, so it was logical I got a little aggravated. I growled softly, knowing that if I opened my mouth again, I'd probably just end up sneezing again. "…It's an old saying, Gaara…that someone sneezes when someone else is talking about them…"
I'll kill them…I decided as I let that tidbit of information sit in my mind for a moment. But who would be stupid enough to talk about me…when they obviously know what I can do to them…
That day, I couldn't get the thought of finding out who dared speak behind my back. Pitifully, though, I somewhat wished it was a certain blonde idiot back in Konoha who was spreading rumors about me. That would mean I'd have to visit Konohagure soon…and have a chat with the amazingly sexy shinobi.
"Achoo!…We are-achoo…going to Kono-achoo…ha!"
Choji's POV
"I… Do you know Sabaku no Gaara?"
I was honestly shocked to hear the name. All I knew about Sabaku no Gaara was that he's the Kazekage of Sunagakure. Naruto knows the Kazekage?
"Kind of. He's the Kazekage of Suna, right?"
"Yeah! I can't believe he became Kazekage before I became Hokage!"
I sweat dropped. Always Naruto with his dream of being the Hokage…
But, Naruto liked a guy too! Should I tell him about Shikamaru? Maybe…
"So what do you see in Gaara-san, Naruto?"
Naruto got an uncharacteristic dreamy expression on his face. I realized that he had fallen hard for the Suna shinobi. If I talked about Shikamaru to someone, would I look like that…?
"Anou, really it's because… he's just like me, in a lot of ways. We both know pain, loneliness, hate… we've both had to deal with it. I fought him during the Chuunin exams- you know, when Orochimaru tried to destroy the village?- and looking at him, and how screwed up he was back then… it really hit me deep. And when he was killed by the Akatsuki and Chiyo-baachan brought him back, he looked so surprised to see that people cared about him. Seeing his loneliness… I think that's when I fell for him. Also, he's an awesome fighter and now that he has precious people too, he fights to protect his village and… he's really sexy!"
I was truly amazed. Naruto had just poured out his soul to me, and for once I could see how he had suffered at the hands of the village. I don't know why a lot of people seem to hate him, but by the way he talked about loneliness suggested that it really got to him, even if he didn't show it. This made me sad; Naruto seemed like such a bright and happy person, yet he carried so much underlying loneliness.
"So, when was the last time you saw Gaara-san?"
Naruto lost his dreamy look and it was replaced by a somewhat sad and lonely expression. My heart went out to him.
"Anou… the last time I saw him was after we rescued him from Akatsuki. I was nervous about shaking his hand, but he used his sand to bring my hand up and he shook it. Then we left."
I sweat dropped again. I mean, a handshake? Why not a hug or something? Poor Naruto looks really depressed. Unrequited love huh? Don't I know about that… Aw, Naruto looks so sad. I should try to cheer him up…
"So how do you know that handshake didn't have some deep, hidden meaning behind it?"
Naruto had a skeptic look on his face. I persisted on.
"He's been lonely his whole life, right? Maybe he really likes you but he didn't how else to express it, so he gave you a handshake."
I sounded ridiculous, even to me, and eventually Naruto's face crinkled up and he started laughing his head off. That set me off too. We must have looked funny, both of us cracking up inside the stand. If felt nice to have a good laugh though.
"Naruto-kun, Chouji-kun!"
We were so surprised by this sudden greeting that we both fell out of our chairs and crashed into the floor.
(Neji's POV)
"And you know what I said?…yosh!"
I sighed, happy that I had learned years ago to drown out my noisy friend's yammering with my own thoughts. There was only so much 'Lee' one man could take - and, while my tolerance level was abnormally high, it wasn't that high that I'd actually listen to his conversation with himself over what he and Gai could possibly talk about while training this morning. Sometimes it was better just to smile (or, in my case, blink every now and again) and nod your head. Once in a while, you could even give a 'that's good' in order to keep up the pretense of listening to his incessant rambling. Sometimes it helped to have people think anything more than two words out of you is a prophecy. It gives you a good chance to ignore them.
We turned a corner, Lee still going on his 'yosh' tangent, and I was inwardly bouncing in joy. Lee had suggested we go to Ichiraku's to celebrate whatever it was that he was talking about. The news we were celebrating wasn't actually what had gotten me excited, it was the chance to visit Ichiraku's. Because of my cold demeanor, I couldn't seriously visit Ichiraku's every night. People would begin associating me with the ramen-fiend, Naruto. And, as much as I loved the noodles and soup, I had a reputation to keep. But, if I could have, I would have probably lived in the restaurant.
And, lucky for me, Lee knew that small fetish of mine. Even more fortunate for me was the fact that Lee was also a closet-ramen-aficionado…that and that Lee always had enough money to treat us both to ramen for the smallest of things. Sometimes I wondered how the shinobi had so much money when we got the same paychecks, but passed it up to the details concerning his clothing - in all the years I knew Lee, he never needed to go clothes shopping because he outgrew his current wardrobe or that he wanted an image change. I didn't consider myself obsessed with my outward appearance, but I had to admit I loved getting new clothes…it was just so much fun to see how my family would react to my newest choice in style.
"Yosh!" Lee's unusually exuberant cry brought me out of my meditative state and I smirked slyly when I saw we were standing in front of Ichiraku's. We entered the ramen stand and Lee froze so abruptly, I ran into his muscular back. Before I had the chance to demand a reason as to why he stopped, I caught the blush on the teen's cheeks and I couldn't help but follow his gaze.
…he's here…I felt my cheeks begin to mirror Lee's when I saw him sitting only a few feet away, a broad grin across his marked face. His laugher was the most uplifting thing I had ever heard and I knew my best friend held the same observation. I subtly caught glimpses at him from time to time, admiring his natural beauty, but today, he looked particularly amazing. I almost forgot where I was - who I was - and went out to touch his hair and face, but pulled back when Lee made the first move.
"Naruto-kun, Choji-kun!" The pair, literally, fell out of their seats when they heard my comrade's exclamation. Apparently we had interrupted something very secretive, from the amazed - and slightly frightened - looks we got as Naruto helped his friend off the restaurant's floor. I raised an eyebrow, trying to remember if I had caught anything they had said from my half-ignoring state. Gaara…they were talking about him…I wonder why…I thought to myself as I followed Lee over to the pair and exchanged pleasantries. It was the least I could do after seeing him blush like that.
"Oi, Fuzzy Eyebrows…what are you two doing here?" Naruto asked as he righted their stools. I glared at him from behind my friend. Sure, Naruto never calls Lee by his first name, but he didn't even mention me…as if it wasn't possible to see me as an entire person, without my spandex-clad friend around. Sometimes, that generalization annoyed me, but I knew that, for the most part, it was true. Whenever someone saw me in public, Lee was there. It wasn't my choice to be my best friend's babysitter; it was how things happened.
"We're going to celebrate!" Lee cried, pumping a fist into the air. I couldn't help but admire his nice save of face. Only a moment ago, we were stunned, blushing, as we watched our (mutual) crush laugh and joke without realizing we were there.
"Celebrate what?" Choji said curiously, his eyes shifting to Lee. The black-haired teen smiled brightly, giving the young man a thumbs up before taking a seat at the counter between the wall and Naruto. That left me only one place to sit…and I knew I would either kill Lee or thank him for this selfless gesture later. I slid onto the empty stool next to Choji and occupied myself with ordering a pork ramen while my energetic teammate gave Choji and Naruto a quick summary of whatever he had been talking about on the way here. By the time I received my bowl of ramen and snapped my chopsticks apart, Lee had finished with a shiny smile and matching sunset backdrop. Sometimes his antics were the only reason I got up in the morning.
"So, what about you, Neji?" I nearly spit out my ramen - while choking on my chopsticks - when I heard his voice. It was a beautiful, rich sound that I was unworthy of hearing, but I couldn't stop myself from enjoying the tone. "…Neji?"
What about me? What were they talking about? I wondered as I caught a quick glimpse of Lee and he quickly made a signal for relationships - Lee and I had devised an entire language of signing, which came in handy, with his amazing speed and my Byakugan, on missions. I nodded my head slightly, just enough that my friend caught it. If it was relationships we were discussing - which I would have to ask Lee later how they got on that subject when they were supposedly talking about Lee's reason for celebrating. "…what about me?" I asked, keeping my aloof façade in place as I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear with my index finger. No one but Lee understood the act's significance. Thanks…bastard… I loved being able to curse out my best friend without even saying a word. It let me remain cool and collected (or seeming to be that) while his eyes were on me and he continued our conversation.
"Do you believe in love at first sight or fate, Neji?" The way he said my name gave me shivers. Thankfully, I had opted to wear my heavy jacket this morning, so he didn't see me tremble slightly as I kept my mouth shut. If I answered, I knew I'd say something I would regret - which would undoubtedly ruin this opportunity for mingling. I raised an eyebrow, staring into his dark eyes, and hoped that my expression was something close to the exact opposite of what I was actually feeling - anxiety. "…heh, silly question…of course it'd be fate…"
Wrong… "Actually…love at first sight…" I replied, mentally cursing my loud mouth. But I couldn't help it! The most stunning creature was sitting so close to me I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Love at first sight… It was an interesting concept that I had only had the fortune (or misfortune, however you looked at it) to experience once. When I was younger and I had been forced to walk Hinata to her academy classes, I caught my first glimpse of the object of my affections. Back then, he looked vastly different than today, but even back when I was only a child of around seven years old, I could tell there was something special about him.
Thinking about it for a moment, I realized that this was actually the first time I had ever seen him without his faithful best friend - and I couldn't be any happier. I always knew that if I tried to talk to him, that pineapple brat would either pull him away or ruin our conversation in some other way. Why did Shikamaru have to be so protective?
(Choji POV)
It was kind of nice to talk to Lee-kun and Neji-kun, even if Lee-kun had scared the hell out of Naruto and I with his usual overenthusiastic greeting. Where does he get all of the energy…? I was surprised to see Neji-kun with him. He doesn't seem like the ramen type, but who knows? We all have things we like, and it's not my business to pry. So Neji-kun believes in love at first sight instead of fate? Who would have known? I wonder if it's happened to him? I've personally never fallen in love at first sight. With Shikamaru it was gradual, we were friends first. But during the failed Sasuke retrieval mission, when he showed me how much strength I had inside… when he relied on me… told me I wasn't useless… that's then I fell in love. Speaking of which, I still want to continue my talk with Naruto… It would be rude to ditch Lee-kun and Neji-kun, but I really need to talk to someone, especially someone with the same problem. Now, how to do this as politely as possible… Aha. I turned to Naruto.
"Naruto, would you help me with the groceries I need to get for my mom? I would do it myself, but it'd be faster with two people."
He looked surprised for a second, but then he smiled happily. I think Naruto would be a great friend.
"Anou, sure I'll help, Choji! Let's pay and go!"
I then turned around and smiled at Lee-kun and Neji-kun.
"It was nice talking to you guys. Hope you enjoy your meal."
Then Naruto and I paid for our ramen and left. Was it my imagination, or did Lee-kun and Neji-kun blush when I talked to them…? Naw, must be my imagination. Naruto and I pushed through the busy streets and instead of heading toward the store I went in the direction of the tree that Shikamaru and I usually sit under to watch the clouds. Naruto noticed, but didn't say anything, for which I was grateful. When we came to the tree I flopped under it and stared at the sky for a bit. Naruto plopped down too, but instead of staring at the sky he propped himself up on his elbows and stared at me.
"So if we're not going to the store… why are we here Choji?"
He looked genuinely curious, and I knew that I had chosen the right person to talk too. Why had I never really thought of Naruto as a friend before? Guess I was always with Shikamaru… getting back to the subject.
"I just… need someone to talk too. You already poured out your soul to me, so is it okay if I do the same?"
For some reason his face split into the most earth shattering grin ever and his whole face seemed to light up. It was fascinating really.
"Anou, so you like someone too? Who? Ino-chan?"
I assumed a horrified expression. Ino? No way, never. Naruto must have noticed because he stared laughing his ass off.
"Anou sa, I was just kidding Choji! But really, who is it?"
I gave him a half annoyed glare for making fun of me, but I was really glad that he had been kidding.
"Well… I really like Shikamaru. A lot."
(Naruto's POV)
I was really happy that Choji wanted to confide something in me. He's a really nice guy, you know? He's a good friend now I think. I honestly wasn't surprised that he liked Shikamaru. Those two were always friends, who said that it wouldn't develop into something more?
"So you like Shikamaru? Heh, that's good, I guess. He may be the laziest chuunin ever, but he's still a good guy. He even accepts me! So what's the deal?"
Choji looked slightly sad for a moment, something that really looked out of place with his usually cheerful demeanor. I wonder what's up?
"I… don't want to tell him. I mean, I probably should, but I don't know how to say it and I don't want something like that to ruin the friendship we already have."
I thought for a bit.
"But if he's really your friend he won't care right? He'd probably just say, 'Mendokusee.'"
I knew I had said the wrong thing when Choji's expression plummeted.
"But… I don't want him to think that it's troublesome. I… want him to like me back."
I tried to think what to say. I could pretty much relate to Choji, seeing as we both liked guys but were too afraid to tell them. Hell, I'll probably never see Gaara again until I'm Hokage and we meet for a peace meeting or negotiation. Great, depressing thoughts…
Choji and I lay there in the grass under the tree, both of us immersed in our personal, gloomy thoughts. If someone saw us I bet there would be this gloom cloud or something floating overhead. Surprisingly, Choji broke the silence.
"Shika was acting kind of weird today."
I paid more attention to him when he used the name Shika instead of Shikamaru. The way he said it, he sounded kinda worried. And the nickname showed how much he really liked the lazy bum. Wait… Shikamaru was acting weird?
"What do you mean by weird?"
Choji frowned slightly.
"He was more distracted that usual, and he actually stopped cloud gazing to go wandering around. I left after a while because I could tell he had something on his mind that he didn't want to share. He can usually share everything with me though… Maybe he sick? He fell asleep under the tree and started moaning in his sleep. I woke him up and that's when he started acting weird."
Choji sounded sad and worried, and I felt sorry for him. Well when I was depressed he tried to cheer me up, why shouldn't I do the same? And the part about Shikamaru moaning in his sleep… I suddenly grinned. Was it possible…?
"Maybe Shikamaru was dreaming about you."
Choji gave me a look that clearly said, 'huh?' My grin became wider.
"You know- one of 'those' dreams."
Choji went as red as a tomato and I inwardly snickered.
"Naruto! D-don't joke about things like that!"
"Hey, it's possible! Why else would a boy be moaning in his sleep?"
"Naruto!"
I snickered out loud at Choji's rapidly reddening face. It was nice to have friends… so Shikamaru might actually be interested? I honestly don't think his body would bother to have a wet dream about anyone unless he was genuinely interested, so maybe Choji will get his wish. I just have to figure out if Shikamaru feels what Choji does… If I can't get my own love life off the ground, why not help a friend? Gaara… what are you doing right now I wonder? Probably death-glaring the crap out of someone… heh.
(Gaara's POV)
I let my eyes wander around our small party, immediately focusing on my loving brother, who had been stealing glances at me since we left Suna half an hour ago. He could barely contain his laughter, I knew it. And it aggravated me to no end. So, keeping with my reputation, I gave him a death glare that probably could have had killed every member of the Akatsuki, along with Orochimaru, in one glance. I prided myself in that particular ability. Not even Kankuro was immune to my infamous death glare, so while he noticeably flinched, I let out a deep chuckle that got even my own skin to prickle slightly. Oh, I loved scaring people. That way, they didn't even try to get to know me. As for the few people who actually knew me, namely my siblings and the Kyuubi container, Uzumaki Naruto, they didn't so much fear me as respect me and my powers. Kankuro and Temari had seen what I was capable of, but they still remained beside me, so I could easily forgive them (and occasionally scare them when the need arose…like right now).
I cracked my knuckles for emphasis and smirked when Kankuro turned his head back to look ahead and kept his vision forwards for the next few hours of jogging. Temari was smart enough not to ask why I had set such a brisk pace, but Kankuro had given me a few curious looks. Thankfully, those glances ended as soon as I glared at him. I knew that, with a little prying, Kankuro could easily get me to confess exactly why I wanted to go to Konohagure out of the blue. It wasn't the sneezing, which had thankfully ended around the same time we left the village's gates, but something that would get my brother to tease me for months.
In all actuality, I just wanted to travel to Konoha for one simple…blonde reason. Not only blonde, but an intelligence hidden under a mask of joviality - eyes so blue, I found myself looking at the sky and only seeing a pale comparison to such a color…and a fierce loyalty to everyone who meant something to him. Inwardly, I laughed at my own pathetic life. Whereas he was…light - since I couldn't even think of another word so radiant to describe him - I was darkness. I never appreciated the love my siblings had for me until after he, to put it eloquently, beat the idea of caring into me. Over time, it wasn't such a foreign feeling - to be protected by people who would die to save me. All it took was one person to change my entire life around. And, as though the gods were making my already dismal existence out to be a cruel joke, I fell for the demon container…I fell hard.
I pilfered a few of Temari's 'romance novels' and read through them when no one was watching - and I decided that if I ever met this 'Jiraiya-sama,' I might just have to castrate him, kill him…or shake his hand. Because of the man, I was able to figure out exactly why I could hardly sleep (not that I slept much anyways…so, it was more or less, loosing my meditative periods) - why I couldn't look at anything orange, yellow, or blue without thinking of him. Actually, everything these days centered around a certain blonde who declared himself the next Hokage.
I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't realize a soft smile had crossed my face until Temari squealed and Kankuro chuckled. I quickly erased the smile from my face and gave them both death glares that could have, easily, turned the sand around us to glass if I had directed my pressured gaze at it. "So, Gaara…I'm guessing this trip isn't exactly all business, is it?" Kankuro stated slyly, his voice insinuating exactly what had been running through my mind as we left the village a while ago. So, naturally, my face warmed up and I experienced my first true blush. And, being the sister she was, Temari squealed a second time and glomped me before my sand could save me from her loving attack. So, for the second time today, I blushed as I tried to pry myself away from her massive chest. Temari didn't let go of me until she had sufficiently squeezed the breath out of me and I was left gasping for air.
"So, who exactly are we going to visit?" Kankuro asked, eying me curiously as we returned to our earlier pace and continued towards Konohagure. I tried my hardest to keep staring forwards, acting as if I hadn't heard him, but I couldn't control the sheepish grin that came to my face with the thought of 'accidentally' running into the main reason for my visit. Of course, to keep up pretenses, I would have to visit Konoha's Hokage - which made me realize that, if I did that, I might actually have more of a chance of 'accidentally' running into him. That brought an even wider smile to my face. I had it all planned out in my head.
I would be coming out of the Hokage's office after some important meeting - which I wouldn't have been paying much attention to since my mind would be centered around a certain blonde I had heard come barging into the building only a few minutes into our meeting. Once I had cleared her office door, I would find myself face to face with the same pair of eyes that had me wondering how something could be so blue. And, keeping with my cool attitude, I wouldn't say anything as I brush past him, making sure our shoulders inadvertently touch. And he would, being the loud, obnoxious shinobi that he was, would start yelling something at me, probably demanding me to stop being such a bastard to him. As usual.
It would be at that point I would turn enough to look at him and I would smirk. Not an evil smirk, like most people knew I was capable of, but an actual smile that would subtly show my interest. He, of course, wouldn't notice the gesture for what it actually was and he, most likely, would think I was mocking him, which would just make him yell even more. I liked when he yelled like that - it made you realize he wasn't trying to hide anything…that he was being entirely truthful to you. That must have been what first attracted me to him; he was so open to everyone, even if he didn't even know you.
Perhaps that's why I decided to give that Uchiha my name…so the blonde could know what to call me later on.
(Shikamaru's POV)
I sighed, mouthing my favorite saying as I walked along the dark streets of Konoha. It was late at night, so I was hardly surprised to find no one out except for the few drunks or nocturnal members of our community. The other few people on the streets looked at me strangely - probably wondering why a teenager was roaming around so late at night. They probably would think I was some kind of hoodlum…if I hadn't decided to wear my chuunin vest. Everyone in the village recognized my jacket for what it was and treated me respectfully, but I didn't like how they viewed me differently since I became a chuunin. When I was still a genin, they regarded me as a child, but now - I was an adult in the mind of the village. And, to be truthful, I disliked the reminder of my rank every time I looked at someone. That's why, when I was off duty for long periods of time (like the past few weeks), I did without the indicating clothing. Tonight, it just happened to be cold enough that I needed the jacket.
I slipped off the dimly-lit street in order to start walking towards the training grounds. It wasn't my usual sitting place, but I knew I couldn't go to any of my cloud-watching places unless I wanted to return home with more questions than I started off with. I wanted nothing but a quiet place to think over exactly what my father had told me tonight.
Attracted to a certain quality in someone…that's what he said caused my…dream…I thought to myself, remembering how flippant my father had been about the entire situation. If he didn't think it was such a big deal, that had to mean that it really was normal. My father may be a pain in the ass most of the time, but he wasn't someone who lied in order to make someone feel better. He could lie about small things, but never when it came to someone's emotions. Or me.
"Lee…it's really late out. Why did you drag me out here?" I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard that particular voice. It was unmistakably Choji's. I raised an eyebrow, keeping my 'mendokusee' comment to just a thought as I slipped closer to the voices - I could now hear Lee's loud voice as well.
"I-I wanted to train…" I didn't even have to see the shinobi's face in order to imagine the brilliant smile he had to be giving my best friend. Immediately after I heard his reply, I felt my body tense up. Lee was far beyond Choji's skills, so why would the older teen want to train with Choji of all people. Hell, even someone like Ino would be closer to Lee's abilities. Choji's skills focused around his sheer size, but against someone as fast and strong as Lee, he'd have no chance of winning.
"Train…? It's midnight, Lee…" Ah, leave it to a sleep-deprived Choji to be blunt. I knew better than to wake him up when he was contently sleeping - especially for something like training. I could almost taste the Akimichi's oncoming refusal, so I was amazed when it didn't immediately come. I took a few steps closer to the origin of the voices and bent down to the ground as I came out of the shade of the trees. I glanced around, recognizing the training field as one of the more open areas - one I frequently used with Choji to work on his family's jutsu. I slinked along the ground, making sure I couldn't be seen above the shrubbery that was keeping me from view. I could glance through thinning areas of the foliage to see my best friend standing in front of Lee with a curious expression on his face. Apparently, I had missed something that had been said.
"…Lee…?" Yep, I missed something very big from the sound of my best friend's voice. He sounded so confused; even more so than the last time we found out Ichiraku's had closed for a week. It took me a moment to find the perfect spying place, but I finally found a large enough hole in the shrubs that I could see everything in the clearing and I was lucky enough to find it right above a soft patch of grass. I would have been slightly annoyed to be forced to sit on rocks or something, but I would do it anyways, since it was my best friend I was 'checking up' on. I knew it was more spying than anything else, but I couldn't leave them alone without ignoring my conscience - along with all protective instincts I had for Choji.
I studied the two teens again, my eyes narrowing when I saw a splash of color in my best friend's hand. A flower? I stared at the flower for a moment, immediately recognizing the burst of pink as a lotus blossom. One day, I would have to thank Ino for all those botany lessons she drilled into my head during our missions. I glanced up to my friend's face and was surprised to see a faint blush on his swirled cheeks. It didn't take an ounce of my genius IQ to figure out what exactly I had missed.
Lee had given him a flower…which apparently wasn't meant to be taken in any way but the obvious. I nearly growled when I realized exactly why my best friend was holding a lotus blossom…why he was out here at midnight in the first place. I tightened my hand into a fist as I mentally began listing the ways I could kill Lee without anyone finding out for at least two days. The first on my list dealt with castration prior to murder - as did most of the other ideas.
From someone else's point of view, I might have seemed jealous, but I was far from it. Jealousy wasn't this intense…this powerful; I knew that. So, I decided to name the new burning sensation flowing through my body defensiveness. I knew I would protect my best friend from whatever Lee was trying to offer…unless the feeling was mutual. If that was the case, I would sit back and not meddle in my friend's affairs. But the thought of ignoring this new relationship hurt a great deal more than it should have.
(Choji POV.)
Yes, I had been surprised when Lee has asked me to train with him. It was almost midnight, what sane person would be awake at all, especially wanting to train? I looked at Lee blurrily, just wanting to go to sleep. I had been even more surprised when he thrust a pink lotus flower into my hand.
"…Lee…?
I could feel a slight blush rise to my cheeks. Lee had given me a flower. Why would he…?
"For you , my blossom! Yosh!"
He did his signature 'nice guy' pose then walked away into the night. I stood there clutching the flower, wondering what the hell Lee meant by that.
'I'm glad Shika didn't see that…'
(Gaara's POV)
I looked up at the massive wooden doors again. They had opened a while ago, but I had yet to walk through the large doorway. It was smart of the Hokage to create such a large entrance that it seemed fearsome to visitors. It gave the impression that the village was powerful - which it was - and that the whole village knew it. I took a hesitant step forwards, after glancing at my siblings' backs and seeing how far ahead they were. Even though I was uncertain about entering the village, I couldn't turn back unless I wanted to have more than just my brother and sister to answer to. Tsunade would want to know why I left without even greeting her.
"So, Gaara, where should we go first?" Kankuro asked mockingly as I slowly caught up with him and Temari. My sister had remained quiet for the rest of our trip after the whole 'blushing' thing. I knew she was probably listing every possible person I could be attracted to in Konohagure. And I was sure Naruto wasn't on that list. I didn't even think I'd be interested in one loudmouthed, blonde idiot.
"I want to visit the Hokage…" I stated simply, remembering my earlier plans. If everything worked out, I might be spending more time in Konoha - or putting in a few new rooms to the palace in Suna.
"So na…is she the one you wanted to come visit?" Kankuro questioned, smiling perversely when I frowned slightly and turned my head to look at the side of the road. Ever since I had started opening up to my family, he was nothing but a pain in the ass. Too bad I couldn't kill him…
"Just let it drop, Kankuro," Temari said, gently hitting Kankuro in the back of the head with the butt of her fan. I caught the action out of the corner of my eye and, when I would usually chuckle and admire her violent response, I glared at the understanding look that passed through her eyes as she caught my brother's gaze. She knew something. "Go ahead to see the Hokage, Gaara…Kankuro and I'll get us some rooms…and we'll go do some shopping…"
"Shopping!" Kankuro made it sound like a death sentence. But, knowing our sister, it pretty much was. I smirked at his misfortune, and quickly continued on my way to the Hokage tower. When I had reached the base of the steps that led up to Tsunade's office, I was surprised to see who was coming down in the opposite direction. This wasn't in my plan…I thought, my heartbeat speeding up as deep blue eyes met mine.
"…Naruto…"
(Naruto POV)
I was feeling good after my little talk with Choji yesterday, so after training I went to annoy Tsunade-baachan and ask her for a higher ranked mission than a C or D. I'll never become the next Hokage if I kept getting such crappy missions! As predicted, the old hag just yelled at me and hit me on the head with her monster strength.
"Itai! That hurt, Tsunade-baachan!"
"Don't call me baachan, gaki! No, I don't have any higher ranking missions for you and, if you don't leave right now, I'll sick you with the worst D-ranking mission you've ever had!"
The hag seemed more annoyed than usual, and I guessed that Shizune had found her hidden stash of sake again. I knew that baachan was sadistic enough to actually give me a damn D-ranked mission, so I left.
"Stupid Tsunade-baachan…"
I muttered as I headed down the steps, idly wondering if Choji was doing anything today…. I was so absorbed in my thoughts I almost didn't see someone else walking up the stairway. I looked to see who it was and was met with an icy, emerald-green stare. The eyes that had been haunting me for months… the ones I thought I wouldn't see again for a couple of years at least.
"…Naruto…"
After he said my name, all I could do was stare at him, taking him in. Silky red hair, flawlessly white skin, emerald eyes… I was frozen, unable to move or speak. His glare softened a bit and a single word escaped my lips.
"Gaara…"
For some reason I felt like hugging him, crying, running, just something. My cursed body still refused to move, so we just stood there staring at each other. My hands started to shake slightly.
'What's he doing here?'
He was still glaring slightly, and I knew he was wondering why I was so quiet. Shit, I really wasn't expecting this. If I had known he was coming I might have been able to act normally but no, he just had to come out of nowhere, and now… I couldn't even speak to him. Damn Naruto, say something!
"Kazekage-sama… what an unexpected pleasure."
We both looked up to see Tsunade on the top of the stairs, her arms folded over her massive chest. I mean, really massive. How does she even stand up straight…? Okay, back to the present subject. Gaara inclined his head respectfully toward Tsunade-baachan.
"I'm sorry for the unexpected visit, Hokage-sama."
His rich, deep baritone voice almost made me shiver. Kami, even Gaara's voice was sexy…
"Will you come into my office please? Naruto, you may escort him."
Tsunade-baachan headed back to her office and I followed, with Gaara right behind me. I felt uncharacteristically nervous, and…my chest hurt a little. Tsunade-baachan sat at her desk while Gaara sat across from her. I stood quietly near the door, waiting for their little meeting to start. Tsunade-baachan folded her hands in front of her.
"So, to what do we owe this pleasant, but unexpected visit, Kazekage-sama?"
Gaara's facial expression never shifted from his emotionless expression. I felt pain when I saw it; had Gaara ever smiled? Did he still carry the pain left over from his childhood? I just wanted to cheer him up or something, anything…but what would he say?
"…I needed a vacation from my duties and thought that this would be a good chance to visit fire country and establish better relations with Konohagure."
My head drooped to the ground. So Gaara was on vacation and wanted to strengthen the ties of Sunagure and Konohagure. For a while I was hoping…that he came to see me.
(Tsunade's POV)
I frowned inwardly when I saw Naruto's head drop. He had been acting weird ever since he had run into the Kazekage brat on the stairway. Hadn't said a word, and seemed depressed-definitely not in character for him. I probably looked deep in thought, because the Kazekage discreetly glanced in Naruto's direction. I studied his eyes; the brat seemed perplexed, and also… concerned? When his gaze returned to me his eyes were devoid of any emotion at all. This kid was good at putting on a mask…
"Well Kazekage-sama, you'll need a place to stay… and I'll also provide and escort for you. Did you bring anyone with you?"
I noticed that Naruto had perked up when I mentioned an escort for the Kazekage. Hmm… interesting.
"Naruto. I would like you to be escort to the Kazekage. You will be paid accordingly, and be excused from formal training and regular missions for a bit. Do you accept?"
The gaki's face suddenly split into a humongous grin, and I felt myself smile as well, the grin was so contagious.
"Hai, Tsunade-baachan!"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT, GAKI!"
I noticed that the Kazekage brat seemed highly amused by our little outburst, and I had to refrain from glaring at him.
'Damn sand gaki.'
"Well, Gaara-sama, for now will you fill out this paper work? Naruto will come by later to escort you to your room."
He nodded in consent and I noticed that Naruto practically skipped out of doorway. Very interesting… now, to the damn paper work.
(Naruto's POV)
When Tsunade-baachan said that I could be Gaara's escort, I was so happy! Maybe when I came to pick him up I could manage to talk like a normal person…
Feeling extremely happy, I made my way to Ichiraku's for a celebratory ramen. To my delight, Choji was sitting at the counter when I arrived. I smiled and said hello, but my smile disappeared when I saw the stricken expression on his usually cheerful face. I sat on the stool next to him.
"Choji, what's wrong?"
He slowly turned to look at me and I could see that something was seriously stressing him out.
"Naruto… I'm so confused."
His head dropped into his chest and he just sat there dejectedly. I noticed a rather wilted lotus blossom clutched in his hand.
"Anou… mind telling me what happened?"
"…Lee asked me to come with him last night, and I did because I didn't want to be rude. When we came to the training ground he gave me this-
He indicated the flower
"- and said, 'for you, my blossom.' I still don't know what he meant…"
I looked at Choji, worried. Did geji-mayu like Choji? Wow, this could complicate things a little bit…
"…So did you say anything back to him?"
"… No, he left before I could say anything…"
"So next time you see him just say you're not interested."
"But… what if I scar him for life or something?"
"Choji, this is Lee you're talking about. Don't worry, he'll get over it."
"Okay…"
He looked at me curiously.
"So what made you decide to go here today?"
I couldn't help but have a huge grin spread across my face.
"Gaara's here!"
The surprise on his face was pretty evident. The lotus fell to the ground, forgotten, as he waited for more information.
"Why?"
"Anou, he said that he was here for vacation and to better the relationship between our villages. Also, I'm his escort for the time that we're staying here!"
"Really Naruto? That's great!"
Choji seemed genuinely happy for me, and I was grateful. I really need to find a way to hook him up with Shikamaru… I just need to find the lazy ass and talk to him.
"So… Have you talked to Gaara-san yet?"
"No… I totally froze up when I saw him. It was like I was dreaming… Jeez, who would have known that I would fall so hard for him… oh, crap! I need to go pick him up. See you later Choji!"
I waved as I ran out of the ramen stand and headed towards the Hokage tower.
(Kankuro's POV)
"No… I totally froze up when I saw him. It was like I was dreaming… Jeez, who would have known that I would fall so hard for him… oh, crap! I need to go pick him up. See you later Choji!"
I nearly fell out of my chair when I heard that particular phrasing coming from a certain blonde shinobi. I wasn't the sort for spreading gossip, but this wasn't gossip. I heard it straight from the boy's mouth…which meant I would have to share this little bit of juicy information with Temari as soon as I got over the shock of it all…and was able to walk again. Gaara…Naruto…it makes perfect sense now…Naruto was the one Gaara had been coming to see…and Naruto fell for him…and neither one knows about the mutual attraction yet…sugoi…my little brother's in love… That thought, a few years ago, would have probably made me shake my head in disbelief, telling whoever had informed me of Gaara's capability to love that he couldn't love since he never knew it.
Nowadays, I knew my brother had the ability to love, but I had never thought he was able to love someone in that sense. Brotherly love-that was what I knew my brother had for Temari and me, along with everyone in our village. But love love…that was something I had never anticipated.
Temari's gonna flip when I tell her, I thought to myself, trying my hardest not to smirk. I found out years ago that people tended to back away from me when I smiled - especially in the way I so wanted to right now. They probably would think I had some evil plan in my head to torture someone in the worst ways possible. Hehe…they'd be right.
I slipped into my hotel room so silently not even the best of shinobi would have heard me. Too bad for me certain shinobi had more than just their ninja senses. Just my luck that some ninja had extra abilities - a sonar that could tell them where their siblings were at all times. As soon as I had gotten one foot into the room, I heard a feminine voice echoing through the dark room.
"Kankuro! Where have you been! It's almost midnight! Where's Gaara?" Temari spoke so quickly, I only got the general gist of her rant, but my ears perked up at the mention of our little brother. Gaara's not back? I wonder where he is… The perverted side of me snickered, my mind filling up of images of exactly what Gaara could be doing at this time of night. The fact I overheard Naruto was his escort only fueled my images to a new level of perversion. It was such a powerful image, I almost had a nosebleed. Thankfully, my sister saved me from any embarrassing situations dealing with blood spurting from my nose. I would have had to explain at that point…and I thought it would be better to first let the idea of Naruto and Gaara holding feelings for one another to sink in first. "Don't give me that smirk! Wasn't Gaara supposed to be with you?"
"…Iie…he's being escorted by that blonde brat…Naruto…" I said, my voice suggestive to the point Temari actually raised an eyebrow as she folded her arms across her chest. I had her hooked…now, all I had to do was easily lay the information on her. Knowing Temari, if I didn't do this just right, she would attack Gaara as soon as possible and demand juicy information out of our little (shy) brother. Either that or she'd get angry at Gaara for not having enough trust in us to actually tell us why we were currently in Konoha.
"…what did you do?" Temari asked as she started walking away from me, probably searching for a light switch. I got my answer a moment later when the dim room was bathed in blinding light. I closed my eyes for a moment, but slowly opened them. I waited until my eyes had adjusted to the bright light before sighing and flopping down on a couch close by.
"…I overheard something today that made me realize why Gaara had decided to come to Konoha of all places…" I said as I flipped over onto my back and turned my head enough that I could clearly see Temari sitting down across from me in a large chair. From the look on her face, she already had a pretty good idea, but wanted me to confirm it, so I let myself smirk evilly as I continued, "Gaara…came to see someone…but not just anyone…Naruto."
"…Naruto…" Temari said the boy's name softly, as if she was testing it for something. I could see the smile that came to her face after a moment of thought. She knew the boy better than I did, since she was always hanging around Konoha and hearing about the blonde from his friends and fellow shinobi, so if she thought him to be a good choice, then I wasn't going to object.
"I overheard Naruto talking to one of his friends about Gaara…it seems that he's gone and fallen in love with our little brother, Temari…" I said, a hint of mock sadness coming to my voice as I tucked my hands behind my head and stretched out on the couch. The furniture in Konoha was definitely more comfortable than that in Suna. Temari didn't say anything, but, then again, she didn't have to. Both of us had noticed the subtle changes in our brother's behavior lately and, when we talked about it to each other, we passed it up to his hormones. I, for one, always had a sneaking suspicion that the changes in Gaara were more than just differences in his body maturing. But the thought of love being the culprit hadn't even come to mind until today, when Temari had made an interesting comment to me as we tried to keep up with our brother's fast pace.
'If I didn't know any better, I'd say Gaara missed someone…' After that statement, I could clearly see there was longing in my brother's green eyes - something I had never seen on him before, unless he was out for blood. But this held very little resemblance to that - his face seemed softer, more gentle and, when I had caught a glimpse of the smile had had crossed his face as we were traveling, I knew for certain.
Gaara's in love…but he doesn't know the feelings are mutual…but I'm not going to butt in and neither is Temari, if I can help it. He needs to learn about love for himself…and who better to teach him than someone just like him?
(Gaara's POV)
I cracked open an eye and found myself staring up at an amazingly blue sky. Its color was so close to those eyes that I found myself blinking in surprise. I rose up on my elbows, amazed that the sky seemed to move back as I did. Then, I could hear a soft giggle. I knew immediately that it came from the sky, which got me to raise an eyebrow (or lack of it) suspiciously. Last I remembered, the sky didn't giggle…or move.
"What are you doing, Gaara?" The heavens asked me. I stared at that deep blue for a moment, actually chuckling when I realized my own error. The 'sky' I had been staring at so intently was far from the actual atmosphere. I slid backwards slightly as I took in the beautiful teen's features in their entirety; large blue eyes that I had somehow mistaken for the sky above us, tan skin that was perfect except for the three whisker marks on either side of his face - which actually made him even more flawless in my mind - and the widest, most stunning smile I had ever seen.
"Naruto…" I said softly, studying his face for a reaction. His grin widened at my recognition and I could immediately feel the warmth that the teen somehow radiated with those smiles of his. I quickly discovered that those smirks were contagious as I returned the expression, which only got the blonde to chuckle.
"You shouldn't be sleeping at a time like this! Baa-chan wanted to have a meeting with you in a few minutes, remember?" I could hear the bounce to his voice, which only got me to chuckle at his joking behavior. He really didn't hold his village's leader in high enough respect. But, then again, if he was going to become Hokage himself, he couldn't really put them on the pedestal that everyone else did. I knew Naruto wouldn't want people to worship him like they did every Hokage before him.
"…" I didn't even answer him as I started to get up. Damn Tsunade and her meetings. If it hadn't been for her, I could have just laid back down and watched the blonde on top of me. I froze with that thought. On top. Before I didn't notice, but now I could feel the pressure of his lithe frame stretched out across me. His head was hovering so close to my own that I could see the flecks of dark blue in his eyes while his arms were resting on either side of my shoulders, holding his chest up so that it didn't touch me. As for the rest of his body, I could feel the weight of the teen's lower body resting on my own, with his legs entwined in mine. If I hadn't been so surprised at our current position, I probably would have thrown him off of me or blushed furiously, but, as things were, I just found myself staring into those blue depths.
"…you think Baa-chan would let you miss this one meeting?" Naruto asked curiously, unconsciously shifting his entire body as he spoke. I could feel every movement, which sent an unfamiliar tingling through my body. I didn't know exactly why Naruto had done that and if he had gotten the same feeling as I did, but I didn't care about anything except that he did it again. I pressed my groin into the teen, smirking when I heard the blonde gasp softly.
For a moment, I wondered if I should be doing something like this with the boy, but before I could even think over this interesting turn of events, Naruto changed positions again. He slowly sat up, which only put more pressure on my already burning lower body. For a moment, I thought he was getting up, but was happily surprised to feel his hands relocate themselves on my chest. I was amazed that I couldn't feel any cloth between his warm hand and my sternum.
I tore my gaze away from Naruto long enough to glance down at his hands and blinked in surprise when I saw how unclothed the blonde and I were. I couldn't pull my eyes away from his body as my gaze traveled up his muscular arms, then across his equally bare chest. I couldn't help but drop my gaze to the point of contact between our bodies and blushed when I saw that obviously Naruto had enjoyed using me as a bed.
"I'm sure she won't mind…" I forced myself to bite back a hiss when the blonde shifted against my lap, rubbing his inner thigh against my hardening member. I happily returned the motion and a blush came to my face when Naruto groaned softly. I hesitantly sat up, bringing my hands up to cup his scarred cheeks. I don't want this to stop… I wasn't exactly sure what to do, since I had never experienced something like this before - the small fact that I was a container for Shukaku at one time made sure that I never had any relationships. Considering my inexperience in these kinds of matters, I was surprised that I wasn't having a serious mental argument over whether or not I'd lost my mind. First, I had been sleeping - which in itself was enough to make me flip out slightly…I never fell asleep so easily, especially during the day when someone else was around. That and the fact I woke up to find myself naked with an equally nude (and very hard) blonde on top of me. And second…I was finding the sensation of the lighter shinobi on my lap very arousing - even though I hadn't ever done something that was even close to this before. If only Temari and Kankuro could see me now. They'd probably laugh hysterically at my inwardly flustered state, which started to break through my emotionless mask when Naruto began gently sucking on my exposed neck. I tilted my head back enough that he could litter my neck in kisses, still mentally asking myself what the hell I was doing.
I know what I'm doing…I'm letting Naruto have his way with me…I thought with a small smirk. I knew that, if the blonde asked, I would let him do anything to me at this point. Anything to keep him so close I could feel the pounding of his heart against my own chest. It was speeding up noticeably as his sucking became actual bites, followed by the most gentle licks that sent shivers down my back and made my breathing patterns far from regular. Not even training - or actual battle - ever got me to pant like this or make my heartbeat so erratic it seriously felt like my heart was going to fall out of my chest.
"…Gaara…" The way Naruto hoarsely whispered my name sent a shiver through my body that ended in shifting to relieve some of the growing pressure in my lower body. That slight motion was a double-edged sword I found out as Naruto moaned softly into my neck, pressing his lower body into my developing erection. "Are you sure about this?"
…is he serious…I had to ask myself as I pulled back, a crease forming across my forehead as I stared into his amazingly blue eyes. There wasn't any regret in those azure orbs, but I could clearly see the hesitation in the weak smile he gave me as he pulled away from my neck. It wasn't uncertainty caused by conflicting emotions for me - even someone as emotionally impaired as me could see that - but something else. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my chest, tucking his head under my chin and nuzzling his soft hair, when I finally placed the reasoning behind his question. He…doesn't…want to feel like he's seducing me…I couldn't help but smirk at that thought. I should have known Naruto would never force me into something.
"…baka…" I whispered into his blonde locks as I tightened my grip around him. I knew I wasn't very good with expressing my emotions - especially when they didn't concern hatred or killing - so I didn't know exactly what to do to prove to the blonde that I was fine with this. Hence I said the first thing that came to my mind. "…ai shiteru…"
My face erupted into a crimson that probably rivaled my hair color when I realized exactly what I had just said to my long-time crush. Apparently, Naruto had heard me and could see my embarrassment from the chortle that came out of him as he wrapped his arms around my neck and placed a gentle kiss on my neck. "…yo kata…I love you too, Gaara…" he whispered softly as he pulled away from my neck only to sneakily plant a kiss on my cheek. That only made me blush even more. For being the most powerful shinobi in my village, I didn't even see that coming and couldn't have defended against it even if I had, but, then again, I wouldn't have wanted to shield myself from such a tender gesture. "Kawaii…"
"…I'm not cute…" I retorted good-naturedly as I turned my head to the side, trying to hide the pink tinge to my cheeks. Naruto chuckled, obviously not convinced, as he continued to brush his lips against my face and, with each gentle caress, moving closer to my mouth.
Naruto stopped his kisses before reaching my lips and sat back on his knees - pressing on my already uncomfortable hardness - so I could see his entire face. There wasn't any doubt or fear in him. I had never met someone like that before. Even Temari and Kankuro couldn't get all of their old habits to die; the flash of fear sometimes passed through their features if I was in a bad enough mood. Perhaps that's why I was always attracted to him, I wondered, thinking back on the first time I had 'met' Naruto.
It had been right before my first chuunin exam. Actually, it had been my first day in Konohagure when I had caught a glimpse of that bright hair and blue eyes. I had only shown myself and introduced myself to the pissy Uchiha because he was standing right there. Ever since then, I got a slight pleasure out of annoying the teen - seeing how quick he was to change emotions. But never to hatred… I reminded myself. Naruto knew what it was liked to be hated by everyone…so he never actually cursed someone else's existence unless there was a good reason behind it. Thankfully, he was able to forgive me for all of my transgressions and still treat me as he did everyone else - with familiarity and friendship.
Maybe that was why I had begun feeling more for him than anyone else…because he was just like me in so many ways, but he was still able to love and care without reserve. I think respected him more than anyone else because of that and the fact that he didn't fear me like everyone else. He knew how hard my life had been and that I wasn't someone who was emotional without due reason.
"…Gaara…I love you…" I could hear the emerging uncertainty in his voice, which was, for the first time since I met him, soft and doubtful. I knew he had left off the rest of his statement for some reason and I had a good idea why, but I still had to ask.
"But?"
"…you're the Kazekage…and I'm just a shinobi from another village an-" Before he could add another excuse, I brought my lips down on his in a crushing kiss. It was far from gentle, but I knew the blonde could tell exactly what I had meant by it. Which was good, since I knew I'd probably make a fool out of myself if I tried to make a declaration of love and that I didn't care who he was.
For the first time in my life, I thanked whatever god existed that my sister was a closet pervert and that I had chanced on her collection one day. If I hadn't been so curious to know why they were stashed away in the far reaches of her closet (I was in there searching for a sash, since mine had mysteriously disappeared the day before), I wouldn't have figured out a few interesting details about humans and their relationships. Kankuro or Temari had yet to sit me down and have any 'chat' along those lines…which was probably a good thing since I would just try to block the image of one of my siblings having sex out of my mind during the entire conversation.
I opened my mouth so that I could lick Naruto's lower lip. I could taste the saltiness of his beloved ramen on him and, at that moment, I decided that I would have to get a ramen stand built in Suna one of these days. Sliding my arms around Naruto's waist so that I could lift his light form off my lap, I turned and gently laid him down in the grass underneath us. I smirked proudly, realizing I had done so without breaking the contact between our lips. Obviously Naruto noticed my smirk from the grin that I could feel come to his face - and the chuckle that went along with it. Taking my chance, I slipped my tongue into his warm mouth.
Naruto didn't respond immediately, which gave me a chance to rub my tongue along his soft lips and teeth. I became more daring by the moment, finally reaching out to gingerly touch his warm tongue with my own. The blonde turned his head to the side, giving me the chance to dive deeper into his mouth. He playfully returned the gesture, moving so slowly I couldn't help but growl impatiently. No one joked with me and got away with it. I quickened the movement of my tongue and smirked when the blonde did the same.
If I had ever known how amazing it felt to do something like this, I would have done it a long time ago. Hell, I would have slammed the blonde up against a wall in full daylight in the most public place I could find and kiss him senseless if it meant I could feel this again. I slowly brought a hand up to the boy's slim neck and tightened my grip - not in a threatening way, like most people would perceive it, but in order to support his head as I lifted him up slightly to be closer to him; to kiss him even more deeply than I already was.
I strengthened my hold on the blonde as I started to sit up, using my other arm to pull Naruto onto my lap by his hips. I could feel him smile as we continued the impassioned kiss - fighting for dominance as I wrapped my arm around his thin waist and loosened my grasp on his neck, using my now free hand to touch the smooth skin of his chest. Naruto wove his fingers into my hair as he started rocking his hips against my arousal. The feeling of his member touching mine - and the friction it caused - was amazing. I knew that, if I hadn't been kissing him so desperately, I wouldn't have been able to form words at this point.
I mirrored his movements and smirked when I heard him moan into my mouth. I immediately decided I wanted to hear him make that muted noise again. I slid my hand across Naruto's muscular chest, noticing that his skin prickled as I brushed against his erect nipple. I kept my hand there for a few moments, teasing the hard nub with my fingers as I felt the boy's breathing becoming irregular - like mine was as I continued to touch him.
I had a good idea what would happen if I continued touching Naruto, so I removed my hand from his chest. The blonde moaned in protest, but was silenced when I relocated my hand on our touching erections. I slid my nails along the smooth flesh of his member, proud of the shivers that erupted through the smaller teen. He didn't say anything in protest, so I continued the feather light caresses as I broke away from our kiss and tilted my head back as he attacked my neck. He untangled one of his hands from my hair and started touching my chest in the same way I had done to him.
I shuddered at the flurry of sensations that flew through me as he bent his head down low enough to take one of my nipples into his mouth. "…Naru…" I was amazed at my own ability to (nearly) pronounce his name as he gently sucked. In retaliation, I tightened my grip around his hard member as I continued stroking. Naruto muffled his gasp by biting down on my nipple, which only got me to increase my hold on him as an incredible wave of pleasure shot through me.
After reading all of Temari's collection of 'novels,' I had quite an understanding of what exactly Naruto and I were doing - and what the warm liquid seeping out of the blonde's erection meant. I ran my fingers along the tip of his penis, noticing how labored Naruto's breathing was becoming.
Naruto abruptly pulled away from my chest, resting his hands on mine as he looked into my face. Did I do something wrong? I wondered, slightly fearful that he was going to tell me to stop; that he made a mistake. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle the fact he was regretting this.
"…you look devastated," Naruto commented, panting slightly, with a smirk on his scarred face. I let out a shaky breath, anticipating the teen's next few words - and slightly dreading them. "…I-I…wantedustocometogether…" I blinked. That definitely wasn't the 'I don't want this' statement I had been expecting and, as soon as understanding of his rushed statement dawned on me, I blushed furiously. He-he doesn't want to stop? At that moment, I considered myself the most lucky bastard in the world.
"…" I didn't know exactly what to say. I mean, what kind of intelligent comeback is there for something like that? I curtly nodded my head, a small smile coming to my face as realization finally hit. Naruto didn't want to stop, but wanted us to come together…which meant he wanted me to have just as much pleasure as he was. Which, in my mind, meant he would touch me. What came out of him next, though, struck me dumb.
"…I want you to come in me…" Naruto stated boldly - his voice not even quivering in the slightest. I blinked in amazement for the second time in a few moments. Not only did my crush return my feelings, but he was amazingly sexy and wanted me to be seme. Yep, I sure was one lucky Kazekage.
I opened my mouth, trying to form the words I wanted to say. Are you sure? I didn't want Naruto to feel pressured into this - even though our whole…problem…was his fault. I couldn't even make out a single syllable, though, when I caught a glimpse of his eyes. He was so beautiful as he sat there and looked at me with hopeful eyes. Not only was he physically attractive, but he had a personality that could even turn my moods.
"…Gaara?" Apparently, I took too much time thinking over the gorgeous shinobi in my lap and Naruto had gotten agitated with the silence. I felt a smile tug at my lips as I brushed my lips against his forehead. I could feel the warm puffs of laughing breath on my neck as I continued gently kissing his face.
"…you're…sure?" I asked softly, surprising even myself with the concern ringing in my hoarse voice. I read (in one of Temari's books) that first times weren't exactly the most pleasurable things and I was sure Naruto had never been with someone before. If he had, I'm sure that, somehow, everyone in his village (and Temari) would have known about it within days. Since I never heard of anything of the sort, I was slightly hesitant. I didn't want to hurt the blonde - well, hurt him more than an enjoyable pain…I knew that I wouldn't mind a few of the more…kinkier…bed games that I had heard of. Temari's porn novels were a fount of unnecessary information.
"…baka…I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't sure…" Naruto whispered, kissing my Adam's apple before he let his hands trace out the muscles in my back. I shivered slightly at the feeling of his nails scraping across my back. Yes, I wouldn't mind trying out a few of those interesting ideas of Jiraiya-sama's one day. From the squeal that Naruto let out, he felt how his nails had affected me in the hardest of ways. I couldn't help but laugh at that. He was only moments away from coming a little while ago, and he was getting flustered at my erection pressing into his body. Besides being beautiful, powerful, emotional, and all-around amazing…he was cute.
"…Kawaii…" If my brother or sister ever heard me say that…I would never live it down. But, for Naruto, I was willing to forgo my bad-ass reputation for a little while. I smirked when I saw his face erupt in pink. Not even his tanned skin could hide that color.
I embraced the smaller shinobi, rubbing my lower body against him until Naruto moaned softly into my neck, returning the friction. I gently leaned forwards until Naruto was laying on his back in the soft grass, his muscular legs pressing into my sides. As I shifted my weight until I was hovering over him, Naruto started tracing out the muscles in my abdomen, his hands quickly becoming more adventurous. In moments, I found myself panting heavily. Naruto's deft hands touched me in such ways, I was unable to think beyond the point of gyrating my hips enough that Naruto could stroke every inch of me as I continued kissing him.
Naruto's hands were more than amazing. With every touch, I felt myself getting closer to the fine line between sense and insanity - and I knew the line between them was a very thin one, having crossed it more than once. I groaned as the teen tightened his grip on me, bringing me even closer to that edge. The pressure building up in my lower body was almost too much to stand and, from the chuckle that was muffled by our kissing, Naruto surmised as much.
Naruto pulled his head back, ending the battle of our tongues, as he removed his hand from my weeping member. I growled softly when I felt the warmth of his hand leave me, but easily forgave him when he used his now free hand to prop himself up, taking one of my hands by the wrist and bring it to his mouth. I watched as he began sucking on my fingers, his pink tongue darting out to seductively lick at my palm and knuckles every now and again.
The feeling of his tongue on me was enough to get me to whimper softly as he continued his ministrations, making sure to lick and suck every inch of my hand before releasing me from his grasp. I could only stare at him in amazement as my, now, wet hand brushed against his scarred cheek. He was so perfect, I couldn't believe my luck in finding him.
"Daijoubu ka?" I smirked at the worry in the boy's voice. I gently licked his lips, which were happy to continue our passionate kiss from before. As I tasted every corner of his mouth, I let Naruto's hand guide my fingers down his side to his leg. I slid closer to the blonde as I brought his leg up to my shoulder and softly traced my fingers back up his thigh.
Naruto raised his body up slightly as I relocated my hand on his behind, cupping the muscles there as I lifted him up even higher. Naruto tightened his leg on my shoulder, holding himself up as I slid my hand along his body, noticing how his breathing was becoming hitched - as was mine. I quickly found his entrance and glanced up to the blonde, knowing that the uncertainty was obvious on my face.
"…don't…stop…" Naruto said, panting as he shifted his body closer to my hand. I couldn't help but chuckle at his impatience, but I obliged. I kept my eyes locked on Naruto's as I slid one finger into him. I nearly stopped when I felt how tight he was. It would be impossible to fit myself into him without seriously injuring Naruto. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I started to pull my finger back out, but stopped when I felt Naruto's fingers wrap around my wrist, holding my hand perfectly still. I studied his face and could see that there wasn't any doubt in his eyes. "…I…don't want to…hurt you…"
"…I knew it was going to hurt…but…I want it to…be you…" Naruto whispered softly, pulling our hands closer to his body. I felt his body contract around my finger, loosening after a moment. A crease formed in my forehead as I tried to think of making this more comfortable for him. But Temari's books never went on in detail about how to make things better for someone's first time - they just said 'when he felt ready.' I had no idea what that could mean, short of the blonde telling me to stop or to fuck him or that he came. I turned my head to the side, kissing the blonde's inner thigh as I started sliding my finger back and forth, noticing how the motion became easier after a little while.
I glanced up at Naruto, seeing the blonde bite his lip when I pulled my finger out of him to replace it with two. I slowly slid into him, stopping every time I saw the smaller shinobi wince. I continued pushing into and pulling out of him, stretching the tight muscles, until those grimaces left his face entirely. I smirked when I saw Naruto starting to get impatient with my preparations. I took a shaky breath as I pulled Naruto closer to me, pressing my member against his entrance as I waited for his reaction.
"…baka…don't stop or…I'll kick your…ass…" Naruto stated, squeaking when I complied with his request and started sliding into him. Immediately, I was met with resistance and tried to be gentle, but I could see the winces I had witnessed earlier were nothing compared the pain-filled gasps coming from the blonde. I carefully rocked back and forth, each time pushing deeper into Naruto until I saw the pain leave his face, replaced by ecstasy. I slowly sped up my pace, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out as I completely sheathed my erection in him, his walls tightening around me to the point, it was painful for the both of us. I pushed against that spot a second time, smirking at the response I got. "…aaah…Ga-Gaara…harder…"
With his breathless request, I felt my resolve shatter. I pulled myself back, slamming into him and receiving a scream from the blonde. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, which was enough incentive for me to continue, speeding up my pace as I felt the pressure in my lower body increase to an all new level. With every thrust, I found myself becoming louder in my moans, matching Naruto in volume as I watched the blonde bring a hand to touch his own throbbing erection. "Na-naru..to…" I gasped for air, feeling my last shred of sanity fall off that proverbial cliff.
My rhythm quickly became irregular as I fought for air, wondering if this was the same feeling running through Naruto. I felt a new warmth - a necessity - run through me as I felt my lower body explode in a tumult of sensations. "NARUTO!" I screamed out as I thrust into Naruto a few more times to ride out the mind-blowing orgasm. At the same time, I felt a warmth coat my abdomen and heard the blonde cry out.
"…sugoi…" Naruto stated breathlessly as I collapsed into his open arms, no longer able to hold myself up. I laid there, panting as the blonde ran his fingers through my sweat-soaked hair. I smiled into his chest, licking the sweat off his skin as I brought a hand up to touch his beautiful face. For the first time in my life, I felt more than content with my existence.
(Kanky's POV)
"NARUTO!"
I, literally, flew out of my bed at the scream. From the voice, I knew it was Gaara, so I immediately raced towards his room, meeting a flustered Temari halfway there. By the time I reached his bedroom door, I froze, the meaning behind his scream actually hitting me.
I turned to look at Temari, who had a demanding expression on her face. She wanted an explanation as to why we were standing outside our brother's room when we both had been woken from a sound sleep with his screaming. "…Naruto…"
"…you…don't think…Gaara…" Temari whispered, looking at the door with a perverted smirk. I couldn't help but share her emotions. It was about time our little brother started acting like a normal teenager.
"…who would have thought Gaara was a screamer…even in his sleep…"
TBC
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