Chapter 1
As I sat on the roof of our "home" (more of a hideout, actually), I started to think. What was wrong with me? Here I was, sitting on the roof of the base of a secret organization of criminals, whom I regarded as not only friends, but partners! I was even in love with some of them! And why was I living here in this house of S-rank murderers? Oh, because I and my sand-demon-possessed fiancée were trying to lay low after barely making it out of our village alive. Yup, just the average day in the life of a ninja, I suppose.
From behind me, I heard the familiar sound of falling sand that I had grown to love so much. A pair of strong arms wrapped around me and a soft, husky voice whispered in my ear.
"Are you all right?" he breathed softly, making me shiver. I turned to meet the eyes of my lover.
"Yes," was all I could manage as I stared in awe at the perfection before me. His blood-red hair lightly caressed his pale skin in the soft breeze. His dark-ringed eyes softened in a way that I only saw when he was alone with me. I felt my pulse quicken as my eyes analyzed every beautiful aspect of his body; the fact that he was not overly muscular gave his body an innocent, almost pretty look, and his marble skin seemed to shine in the moonlight.
My eyes traveled across his face, down his chest, and past his thin waist. It took me a minute before I realized that I was staring right between his legs! I blushed violently at the sudden rush of thoughts in my head. In an instant, Gaara was shaking me by the shoulders and staring into my eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked urgently. I snapped back to reality and froze yet again at the close proximity of our faces. He was so close that I could feel his sweet breath against my cheek.
"Nothing," I whispered playfully, enjoying his concern. "I was staring at you again." The worry vanished from his face and was replaced with a devilish smirk.
"You let your mind run away with you again," he whispered in my ear. He placed his head at the base of my neck and sucked the skin gently. He bit down, drawing blood, then greedily lapped up every drop. Every flick of his tongue sent shivers down my spine. I let out a gasp as he worked his way up my throat, sucking and biting, then gently caressing my skin with his ice-cold lips, making my skin tingle.
He crushed his lips against mine, and I felt his tongue beg entry into my mouth. The only thing I could do was open my mouth and submit while his tongue fiercely explored the cavern. He tightened his grip on my shoulders and pressed his body harshly against mine. I moaned softly as I felt the hardening bulge between his legs. I squeezed his ass and opened my mouth wider, entangling my tongue with his. He understood my actions perfectly and, with a small grunt, he slammed his hips against mine repeatedly. I maneuvered my hand between us and rubbed his rock-hard member through his pants. Gaara gasped and arched into my hand with a submissive moan.
"Fuck," he groaned into our kiss. I pulled my hand away and in one heave, I threw him over my shoulder. "Why did you stop?" he whined. I laughed.
"We're not doing this on the roof, are we?"