WARNING! REALLY EXPLICIT YAOI LEMON AHEAD!
AN: Omgee. It's over. This is the last chapter! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever! My laptop, like, exploded. And I didn't know what to do with myself. BUT I FIXED IT! And the last chapter, mehhh!
I'd like to thank AishiteryGaara-Kun AGAIN! This chapter is dedicated to you, AishiteryGaara-Kun! I tried making it the best lemon I've ever done! I hope I did just that! Thanks to her, I was able to finish this! I was just gonna end it with Naru-chan choosing the WRONG person with a really sucky ending. And she was like heyy...and gave me this idea! I LOVEZ YA!
And all my other reveiwers, tee hee.
Thanks for keeping up with me this long! And it's finally over! I hope I didn't overdo it....
DISCLAIMER: Don't own, never will
ONE YEAR LATER
Gaara dropped out of school, and moved out of his apartment with no sign of where he was going. I knew it was all my fault, and now I had nothing to show for it.
Sasuke turned out to be a completely different person. After I left Gaara for him, he pounced. He wanted me for my body, like so many others.
That first night was just the beginning of many. Every night after that, he'd force me to have sex, even abuse me to get what he wanted. I knew he really did love me, but that was just the way he was. He couldn't help that he had such a cold heart, but I wished things had turned out differently. He was terrified once I told him if he kept it up, I'd break up with him. His harsh mood swings stopped for a while, but as soon as he was sure I wasn't going to leave him, it started all over again. I wasn't going to take it for the rest of my life, so I told him it wasn't working out. When he asked why, I told him I couldn't handle all the sex. Everyday, I was suspicious. I wasn't sure where he was, or what he planned to do with me once he got home.
I knew I loved him as well, and possibly still do, but not enough to put up with the mistreatment. He was sorry that it had to end that way, but I wasn't. I knew that's what I needed to do. I only regretted choosing him in the first place.
I couldn't understand why he had done it. After he had defended me so fiercely in front of Gaara, how could he turn on me like that? Maybe it took that long to realize he wasn't in it for me. He was in it for the sex. Sure, he apologized every time after he had hurt me, but I just don't think he meant it. He loved me. He loved me plenty, but just not in the right way. He was just one of those people who couldn't control that part of them, the part that wanted only to get their so called lover into bed.
I was heartbroken. When things had finally looked like they would turn out good for me, everything shattered.
Sasuke and I still stayed slight friends, but not exceptionally close. He always told me I was beautiful, that he'd do anything to make it to me, but I wasn't going to fall for it. I wanted to be the person who could handle rough sex like that, who could take it and satisfy their seme so they could really be together. I guess Gaara had just softened me up after all those months.
But I always wondered why I couldn't take Sasuke's forcefulness, but I took Gaara's for such a long time. I knew that meant I truly loved Gaara, more than I would ever love Sasuke. I can't even remember why I had chosen Sasuke over him. I guess my judgment was clouded by all the changes Gaara had maturely staged through. I thought he was cruel and ruthless, and that's what drove me to my decision. But after that night, he showed me there was to him, but at first, I didn't believe it. I didn't believe that he could really change for me. He'd beaten Sasuke twice for me, but I didn't understand that at the time. I didn't understand he was doing it because he loved me. I had thought he was doing it just because he was that evil. I was actually angry with him. I had felt fury towards him, because I had been so naïve. I'd never felt that outraged with him, and when I remember it now, it makes me feel disappointed in myself. I can't believe I had compared them like that.
I learned that was wrong, just a little too late.
I didn't want to lie to myself anymore, I didn't want to pretend I could handle it, pretend I wanted to be with Sasuke even though he was aggressive. I had lied to myself for such a long time, lied about who I was really was and what I really felt.
There was no more of that. A terrible year had gone by, and I had shelled out. I wasn't a normal person; I had had too many experiences to even know the meaning of the word, but I wasn't a freak, an outsider. I had made friends, friends who used to make fun of me years ago, but now stood by me like they'd known me all my life.
One day, I had wandered off into town, feeling exceptionally moody. I went to Ichiraku's, my new found favorite place to go when I was feeling like this. I passed Kiba Inuzuka, and he waved at me. I was really paying attention as I waved back, lowering my head so I wouldn't have to greet any more people.
Since what happened a year ago, Sakura and I had drifted apart. She said it was just because I was different, but I knew it was because she was disappointed in me.
I had lost everyone that had stayed with me in the beginning, replacing them with others who were never there for me before.
Sometimes, I wondered if I really deserved Sakura, Gaara, and Kiba…I wished Gaara would come back and forgive me, and we could be together again. We'd be happy, Sasuke out of our minds forever.
But I couldn't get my hopes up.
I sat down at the counter and leaned my forehead onto my arms, sucking my breath in and holding it.
I held it for what seemed like an eternity before a hand was placed delicately on my shoulder. I spun around and saw a familiar red head, familiar green eyes, a familiar warm smile.
I hesitated, thinking it was just another hallucination I now had normally. But he looked too real, too touchable. I reached, brushing against his full, red, real cheek. He caught my hand and held it there, closing his eyes, running my fingers down his pale, slender neck. He looked different; he had grown taller, more muscular, if it was even possible for him to get more handsome. His hair had gotten longer too, winding over his ears, slightly covering his eyes.
It was him, it was really him! He had finally come back for me! I was so tempted to throw myself at him, apologize for everything I'd done. But he looked hesitant, as if touching me anymore would cross a line.
Apparently, he still thought I was with Sasuke. I wanted to tell him it over, Sasuke was out of my life forever, but I couldn't speak. I couldn't move.
"Naruto, please let me have you for just one night," he whispered. "I came back for you, I don't care about Sasuke."
"S-Sasuke?" I shook my head to clear my thoughts and stumbled to my feet, putting my hands on his chest, tears streaking down my face. "T-there is no more Sasuke!"
"Y-you…left him?" He narrowed his eyes; he didn't believe me.
"Yes!" I cried. "He wasn't the person I thought he was! I'm sorry for choosing him over you!" I hoped he would forgive me, but I didn't think there was anything I could do to make up for everything he went through because of me.
"Naruto, I've missed you!" He hugged me close to his body, holding onto me for dear life. "I'm sorry for all the pain I've cost you." He was apologizing to me?! What could I have done to get a person like a Gaara? What was it about me that made him fall so hopelessly in love? I couldn't think of anything extraordinary about me, the spark that Gaara obviously saw.
"I knew you'd pick Sasuke," he resumed, burying his nose in my hair. "He was the better choice at that time, even I thought so. I'm sorry he did this to you…I'm sorry for just disappearing."
"Don't apologize to me, Gaara," I told him, and I shivered as I was able to say his name again with feeling painfully guilty. I didn't blame him for leaving. It's what he should have done. "It's my fault."
"It was never your fault, Naruto." His voice cracked, but I was too afraid to check if he was crying.
"But he was the wrong choice!" I insisted, trying to keep from sobbing. "It should have been you from the beginning."
"Shh…" He soothed me, stroking my back as I cried into his shirt. I couldn't hold in my tears, but I wasn't sure what they were for; happiness? Guilt? Whatever it was, I was with him at last. He had come back to me even after all that I'd done. He'd make everything better, he'd stay with me through the worst obstacles. He'd be my shoulder to cry on, my reassurance when I was hurt.
"Come home with me," he murmured, and I swayed in his arms. "Stay with me forever."
"O-of course I will!" I promised, my heart overflowing. It wasn't a dream, he was really here. "F-forever." He pulled back and swept a strand of hair away from my face.
"You still stutter," he said with a grin. "It's cute." I smiled back, grabbing his hand and practically skipping back to my empty apartment. I could feel his excitement radiating up my arm. I could feel the love coming back after all this time, the love that never really left in the first place.
We didn't even get into the door before he shoved me against the wall, showering me the sweetest kisses I've ever felt. He ghosted around my hips, lifting my shirt up ever so slightly. I could already tell he was going to take it slow, give me all the pleasure I wanted.
"What do you want Naruto?" He asked huskily, his lips tracing my throat.
"I-I want you…I want y-you to fuck me…!" I breathed, limping inside to the bedroom as he followed me. He tackled me onto the bed, our limbs tangling together as he just kissed. He didn't try to undress me, just touched.
He was so gentle, his fingers just barely brushing me as he paid excellent attention to my lips and neck. He sucked tenderly on my shoulder, creating a blooming bruise that he gently licked over to rid it of the sting.
He was forgiving me, so easily too. I had prepared myself for begging and pleading for him to stay, but he had taken me back so quickly, so eagerly. It was more than I deserved.
He created another mark on my neck, showing I was his and only his. But it was different. I was glad I belonged to him, because he belonged to me too.
He sunk his teeth into my flesh, and I felt the skin pop under the bite. I couldn't help but to whimper at the slight bit of pain, and he kissed the bleeding puncture before moving up to my lips.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"I-it's okay--" I said, the rest of my sentence being cut off as he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth to chew on it. He kissed me for another mind-blowing minute before shuffling my shirt off. He shifted it over my head and flung it to the side, and I worked on removing his own shirt. I stared at his perfectly formed, pale chest; I hadn't seen him in so long.
He leaned down and nipped at my chest, trailing his tongue down to my stomach. He pushed me down on the bed, lacing his fingers into mine. He littered my still bruised skin with loving bites, replacing the purple bruises that Sasuke had left behind as a permanent reminder.
Gaara soothed them, and instead of a rough sting, I felt a sweet tingle. Just knowing it was Gaara who was there made the pain fade.
I gasped as he latched onto a pert nipple, trapping it between his teeth. He swirled his tongue around it before turning to the other one.
I dug my nails into his hair, yanking him up to my lips, giving him a searing kiss, filled with all the desire I had bottled up.
I silently gave him permission to move on, and he traced his tongue from my mouth, my jaw line, pausing momentarily to nibble on my neck again before moving down my chest and stomach. He dipped his tongue into my navel and I moaned outright; I didn't know you could put your tongue there…
However, he was set on his goal as he reached the hem of my pants. He traveled his hands from my face so he could unzip them, slowly pulling them down to my ankles. I kicked them off impatiently, valuing the look of embarrassment that crossed him when he saw I was wearing nothing underneath. He had blushed for the first time in front of me. The red tint didn't just color his cheeks, but his nose too. When I looked closer, I noticed he had the cutest freckles. Even his ears turned pink.
I bucked my hips up, gripping the sheets as he snaked his hands around my throbbing member. He fisted it into unbearable hardness, setting a rhythm that had me moaning my pleasure to the ceiling. He pumped it ruthlessly until I felt my orgasm coming up.
"S-stop!" I groaned. "I-I'm coming!" That caused him to stroke harder, drawing me into my climax.
My vision went white as I exploded into his hand, my head spinning at my release. I opened my eyes, not remembering closing them, to a very amused Gaara.
"I'll make you come countless times," he said while licking my cum from his fingers.
"O-okay," I replied simply. I suppose coming countless times wouldn't be so bad.
He lowered his mouth to the tip of my cock, lightly sucking on the head before going to the base. He licked it all over before swallowing it whole, bobbing his head up and down.
The tip touched the back of his throat, and I threw my back as the warmth seeped through me. His mouth was hot and wet, better than I ever remembered it to be.
I was over stimulated with just his mouth, but then he took my balls into his hands, kneading them and rolling them in his palms. He'd never done that before, and the sensation sent chills up my spine.
He was still sucking mercilessly on my length, all the while massaging the heavy sacs. His movements were so perfect, so nimble, it didn't take long for me to come.
With a low moan, I shot my seed down his throat, savoring the feeling of him gulping it all down greedily.
He popped his mouth off, a trail of saliva and semen connected him mouth to the tip of my cock.
"G-Gaara, t-that---" I couldn't think of words to describe what he'd just done, and I didn't have to. He put his finger to my lips, silencing me.
"That's only the beginning," he said wryly. "Where do you keep the lube?"
"T-that drawer over there…" He turned away for one second to grab the aforementioned lubrication, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. He lowered them to my twitching entrance, tracing circles around the tight ring of muscle. It tickled a bit, and I impatiently bucked my hips down. He grinned at me before inserting one slick finger, only going a few centimeters in before stopping, looking to me for permission.
"H-hurry up!" I commanded, and he happily obliged, adding another finger and going knuckle-deep. He stretched the digits upward, spreading me for his giant member. He abruptly struck my prostate and I screamed as the ecstasy overpowered me. He prodded that spot again, plunging his fingers so deep into me I thought I was going to explode.
A third digit pushed me to a third orgasm, but he didn't stop the movements of his fingers as I came violently all over my love-marked chest.
As I lay there panting, he slowly removed his moist appendages and licked them over. Instead of using more lube to coat his enlarged cock, he lathered his hands in my own cum. I was a bit embarrassed that I had already come three times when he hadn't even come once, but it didn't last long.
When his palms where thoroughly covered with my semen, he smeared it over his member and gazed at me lovingly.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
"Yes!" I cried, stirred that he would even ask. I could get used to this.
With that, he lifted my hips up and hooked my legs over his shoulders, rising to his knees.
He poised his cock at my open entrance, just teasing me until he decided to penetrate me. I glared at him anxiously.
My glare was replaced with a look of completely fulfillment as he slowly slid into me. He only entered past the first set of inner muscles until halting, digging his nails into my knees.
"G-Gaara!" I breathed. "M-move already!!" He nodded at me, pushing in until he was fully sheathed.
His hips touched my backside, and I sighed at the contact. I didn't recall his dick being that insanely huge, but I gladly welcomed it back into my memory.
The sides and base of his length brushed against my inside walls, and every time he shifted the slightest bit, it pressed against me, bending me, making me shriek.
Then, he gradually pulled out of me until just the leaking head was buried, then lazily plunged back in.
"F-faster!" I begged, fisting the sheets as he watched me fidget in amusement. He gently rubbed my cheek, relaxing me.
"Whatever you wish, Naruto," he cooed, his affectionate voice making me dissolve into a hopeless pile of mush. Mush love…
"I just didn't want to hurt you," he said.
"Y-you're not hurting me!" I could have cried. After all this time he cared about nothing except causing me pain, getting what he wanted, he was afraid of hurting me. He really was remorseful about what he'd done to me, and that was more than I could have ever asked for.
"Are you sure?" He checked one more time, searching my face for any type of discomfort.
"Y-yeah," I assured him. "G-go faster." He gave me a dazzling smile before thrusting into me hard and deep.
I screamed an earsplitting scream and he immediately stopped, muttering apologies.
"N-no," I corrected him. "F-feels good." Still doubtful, he thrust again, but a bit slower. He progressively picked up his leisurely pace, knocking my head against the headboard. He saw this, and cautiously shifted me downward so my head was now resting neatly on the mound of pillows.
Actual tears spilled over at this. Partially because of the pain of being entered, but mostly because of his obvious display of passion for me. That simple thing, something that would mean nothing to another person, had my heart beating faster than it ever had.
He kissed away my tears, kissing my lips as he pounded me through the mattress. My howl was muffled, and I bit on his bottom lip so he'd release me. I liked being loud, I suppose. Especially for him. I wanted him to know just how much I was enjoying this, how much I truly loved it.
He remained at the crook of my neck as he continued, his heavy breathing heating my skin even more.
He had established a rhythm, leaving less than a second in between each thrust. I felt drops of his sweat on my chest, merging our bodies together, sticking me to him.
A coil in my belly constricted, my lower back tightening as I felt my fourth climax approaching. I wanted him to come long and hard, since he hadn't climaxed once yet.
He was close too, and he took hold of my bouncing member and pumped it roughly in time with his below motions. He did this desperately, as if wanting to get everything in before it was over.
But it would never be over. I knew that. I was confident we'd be like this forever, our love-making stronger and better every night. He'd let me be his seme sometimes as well, and I'd treat him just as wonderfully as he treated me.
"N-Naruto…" He grunted, his tempo getting random as he came even nearer to his finish. I wanted us to come together, and I matched his thrusts with rolling of my hips.
He released first, throwing his head back and yelping as he shot his amazing, hot, unfathomable seed into the most deepest parts of me. It splashed on the inside, spilling out my already unbearably tight passage.
At the feeling of that silky liquid being submerged into me, I came instantly after. The force of it sent me careening off the edge of pleasure; oh, it was much more than that. It was miraculous ecstasy, staggering elation, more than I had ever felt before, more than I thought I was even capable of feeling at all.
I clamped down on his still hard cock, imprinting it into my most secret places. He had marked me, made me his everlastingly. I'd never have to worry about him leaving me, or ever breaking up. We were eternal soul mates, and we'd even be together after death.
I just knew it.
He hovered over me for a wobbly second before collapsing gracefully on top of me, feeling feather-light against me. I was in blissful paradise with him panting on me, his heartbeat synchronizing with mine.
He didn't make a move to pull out of me, and I didn't protest. I wanted him inside me for the rest of the night, maybe longer.
He nuzzled my shoulder, tickling my drenched hips, leaving his hands possessively clutching my thighs. I sighed, leaning my cheek on his matted red hair.
"I love you," he said compassionately, touching his lips to mine.
"I love you too," I answered, knowing it was probably the most truthful thing I had ever said. There was no hidden meaning behind it, no doubts, no secrets, no lies.
Just plain, clear love.
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The next day, I awoke around noon, groggily sitting up and realizing I had the bed to myself.
I looked around for my lover, and heard him working in the kitchen. I remembered last night, and a permanent smile unraveled on my face.
I dozed off again staring at the ceiling, until Gaara padded in, snapping me right awake.
I welcomed him back with outstretched arms and he set a tray on the bed before embracing me.
I stared at what he had brought in, speechless; he had made breakfast for me.
"Y-you didn't have to do that," I mumbled, but he shook his head at me, taking my shoulders and propping me up against the love-stained pillows and blankets. It'd take forever to wash those…
"I wanted to," he said sweetly, sitting down opposite me and grabbing my hand. "I took the yolks out of the eggs, the way you like them." The corners of my eyes became moist with unexpected tears, and I lunged at him, littering every part of him with sugary kisses. I guess every kiss for sort of a 'thank you' and I knew he understood.
I thanked him for being mine.
For noticing me when everybody else thought I was invisible.
For protecting me from them, as well as myself.
For holding my hand during my life-altering obstacles.
For never forgetting me.
It was then I understood that Gaara never really left me. Even through that sorrowful year with Sasuke, he was still thinking of me, and I was still thinking of him. Without him, I would have given up long ago. Without his flawless face in my mind, I wouldn't have been able to last until he found me again.
He was like my lifejacket in the sea I had been struggling to swim through all my life; without him, I would drown.
He was my lifeline.
