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Naruto poked at the food on his plate. His normally insatiable appetite had been satisfied far too easily as of late. He covered it up by complaining loudly about the weirdness of the desert food and offering long laments over the ramen he could be eating.
For the most part this strategy worked. Temari was annoyed enough by it that she didn't instigate conversations on Naruto eating habits, and everyone else followed her example and ignored what Naruto ate or didn't eat, everyone except for Gaara.
Gaara never said anything as he watched Naruto poke the food around his plate, he never commented as Naruto took increasingly small portions, but he did notice. He also found it hard to believe Naruto when he said he simple didn't like the food. As convinced as he was that there was a deeper cause to Naruto's lack of appetite he didn't interrogate Naruto farther at the table because that might provoke Temari to give him more paperwork.
As diminished as Naruto appetite for food was his other appetites were alive and well. His prejudice against desert flavors disappeared the moment the door to Gaara's sleep quarters was closed and his mouth was covered by Gaara's.
Tonight was no different. The heat seeped from the desert and was lost to the dark night sky leaving the outside temperatures bitterly cold. Inside the hard stone room that housed the Kazekage the temperatures were steadily rising.
Naruto made a feral noise deep in his throat as he tore at the layers of Gaara's clothing. Naruto himself was already down to his powder blue boxers, but Gaara's outfit, as always, proved to be more cumbersome. Underneath his white jacket and blue robe there was his gray leather chest plate with all its straps and his collared maroon shirt with long tails. Even after all of this had been removed there was still the black pants bound tightly to Gaara's legs by gray bands meant to hold weapons and solid black shoes to be removed.
"You are" Naruto panted while angrily glaring at his shaking hands as they tried vainly to unbuckle one of Gaara's main straps, "going to overheat and die with all these clothes you wear!" Gaara's steady hands knocked away Naruto's fumbling ones and the grey leather fell easily to the floor. The deep red shirt and black pants were equally easy to slip out of and Naruto found himself pinned to the bed.
Gaara leaned in to kiss Naruto deeply as he hooked his finger around the top of Naruto's boxers and yanked them down. Naruto lifted his hips to make the maneuver easier to manage.
"You know," Gaara murmured as kissed and licked from Naruto's chin, down his neck, to his collar bone, "you haven't been eating." Beneath him Gaara could feel Naruto stiffen, conforming his suspicions that there was more going on than just a mere food aversion.
"I told you I don't like the food." Naruto's voice was defensive. Gaara pulled back enough for his pupil-less blue eyes to meet Naruto clear ones.
"I've seen what passes for mission food in you village. If you eat that, you'll eat anything. What are you hiding?" Naruto fidgeted and Gaara watched with his plain face.
"I don't know, maybe I'm sick or something." Gaara's face belied no emotion, but Naruto could tell he knew that he wasn't telling the truth. Gaara bent his head back down to Naruto chest and spoke just above his flesh,
"I would hope you could trust me." He gave Naruto no chance to resound before biting into the flesh of Naruto's pectorals major hard enough to make him bleed. He sucked harshly at the wound and Naruto moaned in pleasure.
Sex with a Jinchuuriki is a wild affair as they tend to have most animalist instincts, but sex involving two people that are or have been Jinchuuriki is, most times, a violent act. Jinchuuriki tend to have an extreme need for acknowledgement and a need to leave their mark.
Gaara had currently done just that. The bite mark on Naruto's chest had clotted, but there was a fresh and lightly bleeding wound on his inner thigh. Blood slicked his legs from where Gaara had slammed into him without preparation or warning.
Gaara himself was not without marks. Long, deep, red marks marred his back from where Naruto had clawed him as the passion rose. In the soft skin covering the strong sternocleidomastoid was punctured with sharp teeth marks and the blood painted his neck like red carnations. His rough lips perpetual dry from the desert climate were cut and reddened with dry blood to match his hair.
They lay together in the hard bed, rough wool blankets pulled to cover their salt coated skin. Blood staining the already dark sheets, evidence of their sexual climates made sticky their bodies. The bodily fluids were the only evidence of the night's previous action that remained on Naruto's body; Kyuubi's healing chakra had already taken affect. The healing of Gaara's wounds would have to wait until the morning however.
The peacefulness of the dirty bed was disturbed by Naruto. It started as a twitch so small it could have passed for a sleep spindle, but then it grew. The arm toss careless over Gaara's chest began to shiver violently enough to wake Gaara, who at first, in a sleepy haze, just moved to push it off. The strength with which the muscles were shaking however made him fully alert. He tried to hold the arms still, but even as he forced it to remain stationary he could feel the spasms.
Silently he debated wither to wake Naruto or not. He looked down at the discomfort on his face, and remembered his avoidance of clear answers earlier. He sighed and decided to hold the arm till it stopped and then he'd write to Konoha tomorrow. Naruto was obvious hiding something, and he didn't need any more evasive answers.
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"Tsunade-sama! Tsunade-sama!" Tsunade considered hiding under her desk or pretending she was a potted plant. Whenever her attendant Shizune came running like that it meant the world was on the verge of ending, that or something involving a whole lot of paper work to allow someone else to do something interesting. Unfortunately Shizune would be smart enough to look under her desk and a pot plant was hardly a good disguise.
"What is it now, Shizune?" She asked making sure her voice was dramatically tired.
"It's Naruto," Tsunade golden eyes flashed upward, "it's started."
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AN: I really ought to call this chapter "The Lady Morana Can't Write Smut", but that would be a lame name. I really don't like this chapter, but it wouldn't behave so this is what we're stuck with. I hope the next chapter won't suck so hard. On the topic of the next chapter unless it happens by Monday morning, it'll probably be a week before I get anything up because I will be out of town and don't know when I'll have internet. -Morana