I wrote this story back in 2012 and then took it down. After many heartwarming requests, I decided to not only post this again but finish it, along with a few other stories I removed. I'm a freelance illustrator and motion web comic artist so I'm quite busy with commissions and such but I can guarantee this will be finished. I'll let you know when modern me starts writing.

BOOK I - Prologue

The night was old.

Gaara turned and tossed beneath the onyx sheets of his large bed.

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The air was crisp, sweet. The sun shining brilliantly on the beatific scenery around him. He was barefoot, walking along a desolate plain, in search of something or someone he was unsure of. He had been here before, the scene felt familiar. He turned his head in various directions, seeking something or someone to give him purpose in this lonesome place. He felt as though he had been wandering for hours.

His eyes drifted to a large tree in the distance, standing out gallantly from the flat ground beneath it. He saw a figure at the base of its trunk, unrecognizable due to the shadow casted by large and well-adorned branches. His feet seemed to move of their own accord, traipsing in the direction of the deviant figure. Gaining distance, the phantom became clearer.

Clothing of orange, hair as golden as the sun, cerulean eyes that sparkled with mirth...

Only one living man could possess such genial qualities.

"Naruto."

The name seemed to roll off his tongue unconsciously, causing blue eyes to shift in his direction. They met his own across the small expanse of grass between them, his heart quickening just from the intensity of a sapphire gaze.

His feet continued to close the distance between them, treading a few short steps until he stood an arm's reach away from him; and sky blue eyes had never left his since the moment they met, a single tan hand slowly reaching out towards him. His own green eyes peered down upon the extremity, unsure of the meaning behind such a gesture. His gaze lifted up once more to the blond man before him, witnessing a sheepish grin spread across a scarred face.

Did he want him to...?

As if answering his unspoken query, the tan hand grasped his own; and the warmth of the other man's skin spread like wildfire through his body, his heart pounding rapidly at the sudden sensation of skin-to-skin contact.

Already awestruck by simply holding hands with him, the redhead was taken aback when his arm was suddenly tugged against his own will, pulling him flush against the other man's body. Muscles frozen stiff in shock, Gaara could only stare incredulously as Naruto leaned in towards him, bringing soft tanned lips to the arc of his ear.

"Gaara..." He whispered softly, causing a warm breath of air to shift down a pale-skinned neck. A swift heat ran throughout his body, the currents flowing directly towards his groin.

Lips never leaving their short distance from the shell of his ear, the blond man spoke in a tone out of its usual vibrant character, the sound of it flowing in a roughly seductive and demanding whisper.

"Touch me, Gaara."

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The Kazekage woke with a start, heart thumping fervently against the barrier of his ribcage, his skin felt dampened with a sheen of sweat. Panting lightly, he attempted to gain control of his breathing, taking note of the tightness that lingered at his core. Abruptly, he sat up in his bed. Whisking the sheets aside, his eyes came in contact with his terror: a much tented form of his boxers.

The stiffness pressed harshly against his inner thigh, causing discomfort as he shifted his legs to hang off the side of his bed. Nearly growling in irritation, he lifted himself so that he could pull his only item of clothing down, freeing the erection from its thin restraint. Gaara glared at the organ as though it were his enemy, the hardened figure only glistened in response, swollen so deeply that it protruded vertically towards him, slightly arched so that its head landed just below his navel.

This was torture.

How was he supposed to know what to do with this thing?

He, the male who had been deprived of human contact for almost his entire life, couldn't possibly have any knowledge on these sorts of issues. He had been plagued by this troublesome illness for too many weeks now, waking up to tightness at his core and an unfamiliar aching in his body. He knew it wasn't hunger or thirst but he couldn't help but feel he was in need, in need of some sort of relief to this growing predicament. The ache wore on for days, the arousal coming to rise at the most unfortunate of moments. It was truly bothersome, sitting in a formal meeting and suddenly having a rock hard figure weeping between your legs, or brushing past another person and suddenly having to tread to the nearest dormitory because your pants have become distorted.

He had been suffering ever since the Shukaku was extracted from his body, finally gaining full nights of sleep but being plagued by a whole new phenomenon:

Sexual desire.

It seemed that dealing with insomnia his whole life had bereft him of dreams. Now that he was able to sleep for up to twelve hours at night, his mind ran rapid with various images and scenarios that were much too vivid for his taste; the main subject of them being a certain blond man that he had the right to call his savior.

It had been bizarre at first, being introduced to the hidden urges of his body. Kankuro, his brother, had been so kind as to enlighten him on such a subject, after Gaara had finally broken down his pride and turned to him for advice. Kankuro had been just as surprised, discovering that his younger brother had never felt that way before, that he had never even masturbated in his life. With his painted face tinted slightly in red, the older sibling elucidated on the topics of all that was sexual, detailing on how Gaara would go about 'relieving himself' and even answering the hesitant questions the younger male had to offer.

Feeling much more confident about dealing with his dilemma, Gaara had attempted to masturbate that night, later mumbling in frustration when the ache had grown worse, never achieving what Kankuro had described as "an orgasm". Since then, he had avoided touching it, afraid that it might only be detrimental to the already agonizing issue. Going back to Kankuro was out of the question, it was embarrassing enough to have to be taught something so juvenile at his age, even worse to go back for another 'lesson'.

It was moments like this that he wished he had somehow grown up like an average male, that he had never held the burden of being a Jinchuuriki and suffering the isolation from those around him. He found himself wondering if Naruto had also been plagued by sexual frustration, if he too had been deprived of fulfilling his hidden desires.

Like lightning, the image of an aroused Naruto flashed to mind, the whispering demand from his recent dreams suddenly echoing in his head. Gaara felt the ache at his core grow stronger, his pulse quickening at the mere thought of Naruto ever touching him in such an inappropriate manner. It made him question if it was alright to feel attracted to another man. Kankuro had told him about sexuality, and that it was alright to be attracted to whatever he pleased. But even so, he wasn't even sure whether he preferred males or females. Naruto had been the first person he ever felt attracted to in his entire life, so he may just fall into a category of his own.

Whatever his orientation, Gaara had just about reached his tipping point with sexual tension. If he didn't get relief soon somehow he would surely never have a comfortable night of sleep again, much less focus on his duties as Kazekage. He let his eyes drift back down to the enemy that lay between his legs, deciding that as frightening as it may seem, he would find a way to achieve this so called 'orgasm'...

even if he has to send for Naruto himself.

Hyuuga Hinata stood silently before a sleeping blonde...

One who was lightly snoring on a disheveled pile of papers that read labels such as "URGENT" or "GODAIME HOKAGE" and even "DEBT NOTIFICATION: PLEASE READ".

Growing slightly impatient after standing for the last fifteen minutes, the pale-eyed kunoichi coughed lightly to state her presence. The busty blonde had stirred the slightest in response, causing Hinata to shift uncomfortably for a moment in weighing her decisions. The Hokage could be quite rowdy when awoken suddenly, so she had refrained from touching her in hopes that the woman would somehow sense her chakra and actually wake up. It seemed that a light cough wouldn't wake the older woman out of her slumber and she had already tried introducing herself formally. Thinking of another tactic to wake her without being viciously attacked, Hinata walked calmly towards the door, letting it open quietly before slamming it back with as much force as she could muster, at least without breaking it.

Abruptly, Tsunade sat up in response, pen in hand and head bent towards her papers, the woman scribbled nonchalantly as though she had been doing so for the past hour. Her head then lifted towards the only other person in her room, she greeted Hinata with a welcoming grin.

"Oh, Hinata. You're here." She stated amiably, glancing towards the clock on her wall. "I see you're slightly late for your scheduled time. Nevertheless, I'll overlook it because you're usually so punctual."

Hinata could only sweatdrop in response.

The older woman continued. "Now, I've called you here because we've recently received a letter from the Sand Village." She paused to shuffle through the mass of papers on her desk, searching for the mission statement she had only received that morning. Mumbling some obscenities about having too much paperwork, she successfully pulled out a scroll she could only assume to be the one she was looking for, considering it held the Sand Village's insignia. "Ah, here it is." She stated before handing it to the young kunoichi before her. "Apparently, the Kazekage specifically requested that Naruto be sent as a diplomat for the Leaf in order to discuss some unspecified issues there. I could only assume that it isn't anything of great importance due to the level of the mission, but since Naruto is currently away with Squad 7, I'm going to send you instead."

Hinata could only nod in response, the mention of Naruto made her heart waver in the slightest but she had learned to control the blush that constantly rose to her cheeks whenever she heard his name.

The Fifth took her head nod as an approval so she continued. "Now, this is not only a solo mission but you will also be representing the Leaf as a diplomat. This is a title of importance and I trust that you will represent the village with the utmost diligence."

"Yes, I'll try my best, Tsunade-sama." Hinata replied passionately before she turned to leave the room.

"Oh, and Hinata?"

The young Hyuuga halted her movements to give a glance over her shoulder. "Yes, Tsunade-sama?"

"Make sure that you don't sign any agreements there without my approval."

"Yes, Tsunade-sama." Hinata had finally reached the door, scroll in hand and heart eager.

If she only knew the dire impact of this imminent journey...