Full Moon Night One
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Desert was still and silent.
Through the years it had been tamed to stay calm during the nights, allowing the people of Suna to sleep at ease with their precious Kazekage watching over them. It seemed like the era of peace had overcome the natural disasters as well. The colossal sandstorms and the merciless winds that disturbed the peacefulness of the night had been reduced and the beasts hidden under the sea-sands were long forgotten.
As this night once again bore a full moon, no one was terrified or scared of what might happen during its fall. The memories of the horrifying past, when the blood-lusting sand spirit was unleashed to swim in yet another bloodbath at the cost of innocent lives, had been wiped away from the weary minds of the villagers and the much desired peace that once was considered unreachable now spread across the Shinobi nation. Even so, life still had its ups and downs.
The usual silence of the Kazekage's mansion which brought much to the ear was penetrated by faint moans coming from the Kazekage's chambers.
The medium-sized bedroom was illuminated by the moonlight, giving birth to shadows in the corners. Under the clay-like windowsill, two nude bodies were held in darkness. One, a pale-skinned, well-toned body with crimson hair that shone under the dim light of the moon and the other, a much smaller, fragile body with pitch-black long hair.
The dark-haired woman moaned deep in her throat as the man continued stroking and coaxing her to greater abandon. Her face was hidden but he knew her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her entire body spasmed and he nearly came himself just from watching her.
He didn't know how it'd begun though- how they ended up in his room, like this. It was all foreign to him. The pleasurable feeling, the undying desire to watch the beautiful face of this woman was beyond him. But he didn't care. All he wanted now was to go deeper and deeper and be buried and lost within her.
The feeling was excruciatingly pleasurable, something he had never felt before in his entire life. Unknowingly he leaned forward and kissed her mouth. Her hands reached and snaked around his neck, drawing him closer, pulling him into a much more lustful and heated kiss. He groaned quietly when she brushed against his arousal, feeling his body trembled over hers as he pushed his weight on his forearms.
She finally opened her eyes. His sea-foam green eyes met her dark ones. They were glossy and sharp, a bit bitter even. It seemed like they could pierce his soul, to see right through his thoughts. And it made him shiver a bit. Over years it had been proven to Gaara that there was absolutely no one who could see through his emotionless veil. Now he was shocked to find that such person existed and though uncomfortable as it made him feel, it didn't matter to him. His mind was clouded by the intensity of his pleasure that he could care less about what those eyes were telling him.
Languidly she slid her fingers over his biceps, up and around his shoulder and down over his pecs. Her soft touches were like hot kisses on his skin, trailing erotic fire in their wake. Then, when he could wait no longer for her to touch him, she reached between his legs and wrapped her hand around it. He shuddered and his erection pulsed against her palm. He was being clumsy, acting by instinct, letting her guide him. Her back arched and she moaned with pleasure against his earlobe.
The hot, slick sensation of sliding into her nearly pushed him over the edge. He panted, working to suppress the urge to sink to the hilt and allow himself to explode.
"Gaara…" She said breathlessly. "Do it…now!" she cried, maybe louder than she intended to as she clutched his crimson locks, arching upward and pushing him deeper.
"I don't want to hurt-" He rasped as she cried once again.
"Now!"
If it were a battle, the mighty Kazekage had admitted for the first time that he would give in anytime to the exquisite pleasure of her body. She matched her rhythm with his urgency, clenching around him and gasping in unison, collapsing under him as he eased his weight onto her.
She cried as he buried his face in curve of her neck for a few seconds, moaning, before pulling away and lying beside her on the sandy ground. They were staring at the ceiling and panting, feeling relaxed and numb. He felt dark strands of hair brushed over his bare skin as his breaths became calmer and his heartbeat lowered to a peaceful pace.
Sleeplessness had been inevitable in years past, now though…
He gazed at the full-moon, the image before his eyes slowly fading. And as he drifted off to the land of dreams, a smile graced his lips.
"Gaara! Are you in there? "
The crimson-haired Kazekage groaned under his breath at the unpleasant shouts followed by loud knocks on the door. He rolled on the bed as one eye fluttered open. The sudden brightness caused by the harsh sunrays bolted him upright, his eyes wide and sweat dripping off his forehead as he looked at the clock on the desk across the room.
1:00 PM
How is it even possible?
A harsh pain took over his head. He closed his eyes again, grasped his hair and groaned inwardly. Headaches weren't unfamiliar to him but to wake up feeling nauseous and dizzy was definitely something new.
His eyes wandered around the room. He was alone and everything seemed to be as usual. He let out a sigh and tried to focus on what had happened last night. His mind was blank. He couldn't remember a thing, just a vague sensation of tender touches and unending ecstasy. He looked around the room again, searching for any evidence of what really had happened the previous night when his eyes landed on a small carpet on the ground, under the window.
His eyes widened as the image of a pair of dark eyes took form in his mind.
"Are you alright? Answer me!"
Gaara's eyes darted to the door and a second later he looked at himself, completely naked, white sheets wrapping around his bare legs.
"I'm coming in!"
As the recognition dawned his gaze, he opened his mouth to yell back in answer but it was already too late when Kankuro burst into the room with creased brow and a worried expression.
They stared at each other for a moment. Shock washed over their expressions before Kankuro pulled a face and Gaara frowned in frustration and they shouted at the same time:
"Why the hell are you naked?"
"Get the hell out!"
One hour later, Gaara was sitting behind the desk in his office when Kankuro placed a cup of coffee in front of him. They still hadn't talked since earlier and were trying to avoid each other's gazes. Gaara looked at the steam rising from the hot coffee, trying to focus. He now knew what had happened last night, generally, but he still hadn't figured out how and why it had happened. Not that it mattered anymore, he had more important stuff to do like wrestling with a sack of paperwork on the desk and getting ready for the Kage summit which was going to be held in a week.
"Wow... I'm proud of you bro."
He snapped back to reality and looked at Kankuro who was grinning mischievously. Gaara's brows frowned. This wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.
"I mean who would've thought that you," Kankuro continued lifting up a finger and pointing to Gaara, "My little brother, would empty out a bottle of whiskey." Gaara raised a non-eyebrow in question as Kankuro brought up an empty bottle and shook it in front of him.
Honestly he didn't remember drinking that unhealthy bittersweet liquid. Then again, the empty bottle was the only explanation for his nauseous feeling. He had seen Kankuro countless times before waking up like this and having a 'hangover'.
"Now tell me, little devil," Gaara frowned again, obviously not liking what Kankuro had called him. "Who did you bang last night?"
There were times that Gaara slightly missed others' behaviors towards himself in the past. At least they would avoid asking him embarrassing questions when they were busy fearing him back then.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He muttered dully, lifting his cup, taking a sip and concentrating on the papers in front of him which was a difficult task to do considering how unwell he felt but still, he ought to try at least.
"I mean who did you have sex with?" Kankuro rephrased it, as if Gaara hadn't grasped what he meant the first time.
Gaara didn't answer, instead he closed his eyes. Ignoring Kankuro's existence probably was the best thing he could do at the moment, not that Kankuro would give up anyway. He sighed deeply.
"Ah man it doesn't matter really… if it was only a one night stand." He snickered before Gaara opened his eyes and shot him a warning glare.
"Do you not have better things to do, Kankuro?" He asked dryly, rubbing his temple.
"Oh… " Kankuro touched his chin for a second, as if remembering something, before putting a file in front of Gaara, " The Tsuchikage has sent a messenger, she was supposed to meet you earlier today if you weren't…" He gestured to Gaara as another smirk crawled on his face. "All worn out from last night's activities." Gaara threw his brother another death glare which he shrugged off immediately.
"Is she here?" He asked nonchalantly.
"She'll be here any second n-." The puppet master was interrupted by the knocks at the office's door, he nodded and walked to open the door. "There she is." Gaara shook his head and started reading the file when the light footsteps echoed in the room.
The footsteps stopped and Gaara assumed she stopped in front of his desk.
"Lord Kazekage. "
Gaara looked up reluctantly at the feminine voice. His mind still swirling elsewhere until his drowsy eyes met and locked with hers.
The very same dark eyes from the previous night.
A/N
I should probably update my other story "Yang and Yin " But I had this idea and I had to write it.
This is the story I had in my mind when I wanted to write a Gaara-centric fanfiction. And I'm really happy with how the first chapter turned out. It probably won't be too long, but I want it to have a lot of lemons.
It's probably rated as M
Any way
I hope you enjoyed it.
Review if possible. It makes me happy and motivated for next chapters.
See ya in next chapters
Edited by Silverlaugh.
~Bella