A/N: Thanks to Mei-chan for beta-ing. For this chapter she was paid with a dozen and one carrots.
Chapter 10
"Do you really have to smoke in here?" Naruto asked slightly irritated as he stared down at the redhead. Gaara didn't answer as he exhaled a puff of smoke before crushing the stick in the tiny tray on the nightstand. Naruto wrinkled his nose.
"Why do you smoke so much?" The blond asked tiredly as he watched the redhead lounging on the bed.
"Why do you complain so much?" Gaara responded tartly as he watched the blond sit on the other side of the bed. Naruto was spending the night again and for that Gaara was glad. However, that didn't mean Naruto had the right to complain about his habit. Ever since Naruto had spent that first night with Gaara, he'd been spending more and more nights in Gaara's apartment once he realized the redhead would actually fall asleep for a few hours if Naruto was next to him. Rolling his eyes, Naruto stretched out pulling the sheets over him. He was exhausted.
"Now the sheets smell like fucking smoke." The blond grumbled as he glared at the redhead.
"You're free to leave." Gaara answered as he switched off the bedside lamp and rolled over to face the man next to him.
"You're such an ungrateful prick sometimes." Naruto whispered as he felt Gaara move down next to him.
"And you need to shut up." Came the whispered reply so close that Naruto felt the other's breath caress his skin. The caress was quickly followed by soft lips being pressed against his. The blond sighed and closed his eyes as he allowed Gaara to control the kiss; he was too tired to fight the redhead. He moaned slightly when he felt Gaara's tongue press forward, demanding entrance into his mouth. Naruto parted his lips and Gaara's tongue darted in, exploring, running over teeth, coaxing the tongue of the blond forward. The taste of Gaara occupied Naruto's senses as the redhead shifted forward, bringing their bodies closer together. Naruto didn't protest as a hand snaked under the sheets to caress the tanned skin of his stomach and chest. Gaara liked to touch him and he dared not protest. The redhead quickly got frustrated if he didn't get what he wanted; Naruto had learned that the hard way once when he had pushed Gaara away after a particularly long and busy day at Ichiraku's. So he simply lay there as slender, pale fingers ran over him. Gaara broke the kiss to stare down at the man next to him. In the dim light he could barely see the exhausted blue eyes staring back up at him patiently, lips parted slightly, waiting for him to continue. Naruto knew what to expect, no matter how tired he was they would do this. Gaara would never let him sleep until the redhead had satisfied his desire to kiss, to touch and to be touched. Naruto couldn't help but wonder if Gaara was somehow making up for lost time.
Pulling the sheets back, Gaara watched as his hand moved over Naruto from the strange spiral tattoo around his navel, over the ridges of muscle up to a pink nipple. Naruto couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped him as Gaara's hand brushed over the sensitive knobs. Gaara's eyes snapped to the blond's face at the sound as he wondered what he could do to pull that sound from the blond once more. Gaara continued to trail his hand across Naruto's chest and up his neck. Gently, he traced the outline of soft, parted pink lips.
"Naruto..."The redhead whispered before leaning down to suck at Naruto's exposed neck like the blond had done to him on many other occassions.
Naruto felt himself getting aroused under the ministrations of the redhead above him. A particularly sharp nip had him groaning as his eyes slipped close. There was going to be a mark there in the morning. His breathing was becoming ragged as Gaara covered him in feather light touches. Naruto couldn't help but wonder if Gaara even knew what he was doing to the blond.
"Go to sleep." Gaara whispered finally as he stroked the thin scars that adorned the blond's cheeks. The redhead watched quietly as Naruto's eyes closed and the blond's breathing subsided into a steady rhythm. Gaara lay there, staring at the blond slumbering next to him. Ever since that night in his studio two weeks ago, things had changed. Once again, Naruto had Gaara experiencing things he'd never felt before, things he'd never done before. Gaara let his hand travel over the teenager next to him. Every time he saw Naruto sleep, he'd get a sudden urge to touch him, reconfirm that Naruto was actually there with him, that the blond wasn't simply something he'd imagined into existence. Naruto was real and everything that he'd experienced so far really happened.
"Don't leave me..." Gaara said softly as he moved closer to the warm body next to him.
"That was horrible, Kakashi."
"Maa, it wasn't that bad."
Iruka gave the hoary-haired man a dubious look.
"Okay, okay, it was that bad." Kakashi said as he threw his hands up. "You have to admit though, the actress was hot."
"That she was." Iruka chuckled as he opened his front door. At first, Iruka had been skeptical about taking that next step of entering an official relationship with the older man. In fact he wasn't even sure how it happened, but either way he wasn't regretting it. If he was honest with himself, things weren't that much different than the way they were before, except the label used to describe their relationship. Iruka had worried at first, and admittedly, part of him still did but thus far, Kakashi had done nothing to cause concern.
"Thank you for the movie and dinner. I had a lot of fun." The brunette continued as he stepped into his home.
"I try." Kakashi said smiling as he watched Iruka enter. Iruka smiled back at the silver-haired man. Kakashi was right, he did try. He'd been trying for years and Iruka had been stubbornly ignoring it, refusing to acknowledge what was right before him out of some petty fear. Now that they were actually together, Iruka could no longer deny it. Over the years, Kakashi had come to mean a whole lot more to him than a simple friend. He was a pillar holding up Iruka's existence. He should have realized that a long time ago. The signs were always there, every time Kakashi left Konoha for work or whenever they'd end up in fights that resulted in the silver-haired man sleeping in his own home. Iruka couldn't even remember a time that he actually looked forward to coming home before Kakashi took up residence on his sofa. He had made himself deliberately oblivious to what Kakashi really meant to him.
"Well, I'll bid you a goodnight."
Iruka blinked out of his musing as he turned to stare at the older man who remained standing outside.
"Aren't you going to come in?" The brunette asked confused.
"That…might not be a very good idea." Kakashi answered, hands tucked in his pockets as he stared back at Iruka, the laziness gone from his one visible eye.
"Why not?"
Kakashi didn't answer as the two men stared at each other in silence.
"Goodnight, Iruka." Kakashi mumbled finally as he tore his eyes away from the younger man and turned to leave.
"Kakashi, wait." Iruka called as he grabbed onto the other's jacket.
"What's going on? Why won't you come in?"
"Please, let me go, Iruka."
"…Kakashi… look, I know I haven't made things easy for you...for us.. and I haven't been the easiest person to get along with but at least I'm trying now…did I do something?"
"No, you didn't..." Kakashi answered as he gave Iruka a strange look.
"Then why won't you come in? This isn't like you." Iruka said, frowning as he tried to keep his worry at bay.
"I'm just respecting your wishes." Came the soft reply.
"'Respecting my wishes'?"
Kakashi sighed as he stared at the brunette's bewildered expression. Reaching out, he gently brushed aside a strand of dark hair. Tonight was one of the rare occasions Iruka had actually left his hair free of a ponytail.
"You said you wanted to take things slow. If I come in… I won't be able to stop myself anymore. " Kakashi whispered as he leaned forward until their noses touched. Iruka felt his body warm at their proximity. As he met the gaze of the half lidded gray eye, he finally understood what Kakashi meant. When he'd agreed to this, he'd made it clear he didn't want to rush things. Yet, as he watched the desire swarm through the silver-haired man's only visible eye, Iruka knew he was only fooling himself into thinking they needed anymore time.
"What if I don't want you to stop?" Iruka said softly as he lifted his hands to pull down Kakashi's mask.
"Iruka…"
"I'm getting cold standing out here."
"Are you…"
Kakashi was cut off by the feel of lips being pressed against his. Immediately, he wrapped one arm around the younger man's waist, while the other trailed up into his hair.
Without breaking the kiss, both men managed to get the door open and stumbled inside, Kakashi slamming the door shut behind him. The kiss became bruising as Iruka found his back jammed against a wall, hands frantically tugging at the buttons on his shirt. The brunette moaned as soft lips trailed along his jaw and down to his neck. Kakashi pushed his body forward, bringing their quickly growing erections together as he sucked at Iruka's pulse causing a pleasurable shudder to run through the brunette.
"God, Iruka. You have no idea how long I've waited...wanting you. You tortured me." Kakashi whispered, pressing his lips gently to Iruka's shoulder.
"Bedroom." Iruka choked out as he weakly shoved at Kakashi. With a groan, the taller of the two broke their contact and led the way, pulling the brunette after him. A soft grunt of surprise escaped Iruka as he found himself being shoved down onto his bed. Kakashi wasted no time as he pulled off his shirt and moved over the brunette. Reaching up, Iruka pulled the older man down into a searing kiss, tongues twisting together as they attempted to devour each other.
Kakashi's shaking hands roved over the smooth skin beneath him, eliciting a sound of approval from his partner as fingers scraped over sensitive nipples. Kakashi ground his hips into the body beneath his as he licked and sucked his way down a smooth neck to an already hardening nipple. Iruka's hands buried themselves in the thick silver strands as a hot, moist tongue stroked over the dusky nub. His breathing had become erratic under the attention his body was receiving from the man over him. A pale hand slipped down to knead Iruka's crotch. The brunette bucked into the hand as noises of pleasure fell from his parted lips.
Kakashi was rapidly losing his control as the man beneath him writhed and moaned in ecstasy. Pulling himself away from the other, he made quick work of Iruka's pants and boxers.
"That's a bit unfair, don't you think?" the brunette muttered huskily as he sat up and reached for Kakashi's zipper. Iruka latched onto the older man's neck as he unbuttoned and unzipped Kakashi's pants. A surprised grunt escaped the silver-haired man as a warm hand surrounded him.
"Iruka…"
Kakashi didn't bother finishing as he yanked Iruka's hand away and removed the remainder of his clothing. They were moving too fast, probably, maybe but they'd been dancing around this for far too long.
Moving forward, Kakashi pushed Iruka down once more. Their eyes met for a moment, both reflecting the lust and emotions that were building between them. Iruka spread his legs, allowing Kakashi to settle between them.
"I have...you know...in the bedside table." Iruka mumbled. Kakashi arched a brow but did not comment as he reached into the small drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.
"Cherry?" The older man questioned, sniffing his fingers as he rubbed them together to warm the lube he slathered on them.
"Shut up and stop wasting time."
With a soft kiss, Kakashi lowered his fingers to the other's entrance. Iruka instinctively tensed at the intrusion. Feeling the clenching of muscle, Kakashi brought their lips together once more in an attempt to distract the younger man as he slid a second finger to join the first.
Iruka tightened his grip on Kakashi's hair at the uncomfortable sensations of being stretched. Kakashi took his time, gradually flexing his fingers until he felt Iruka relax.
"It'll feel good soon." The older man whispered as he removed his fingers and slowly replace them with something much bigger. Iruka hissed as pain erupted in him at being filled. Kakashi didn't wait for Iruka to adjust as he began a slow, steady pace. Nails sank into his biceps as the brunette's hands clamped down on him, his face contorted in discomfort. The silver-haired man showered his lover with soft kisses of comfort until Iruka grip eased.
"Kakashi." The brunet whimpered softly, shifting under the man above him.
Kakashi gritted his teeth against the urge to plunge forward as he tried to adjust his angle with each thrust, determined to make his lover enjoy this.
The sudden scream that was ripped from the brunette's throat told the older man he had found the bundle of nerves he'd been searching for. Kakashi's thrusts became harder as sweat poured off their bodies. Iruka writhed and twisted as he tried to get Kakashi to pound against the spot that had him seeing stars.
"Dammit, Kakashi, you're not fucking a woman!" Iruka half panted, half yelled as he bucked up to meet the silver-haired man's thrust."Harder!"
Kakashi grinned at the brunette as he lifted Iruka's leg over his shoulder. God, he'd wanted this fiery man for far too long.
Pulling out, Kakashi slammed back into the firm body beneath him. This was better than he'd ever imagined. The silver-haired man watched mesmerized as Iruka's head fell back, his body arching up. Iruka's moans became louder and more drawn out as he felt himself approaching his climax.
"Come for me." Kakashi commanded as he pounded relentlessly into the brunette. Neither of them were going to last long at this rate.
With a cry, Iruka came hard, his body going rigid as his orgasm racked through him. Kakashi continued to slam into Iruka's exhausted body until his own release crashed into him. A soft sound of appreciation escaped the darker man's lips as he felt his lover's warm seed flood into him. Slowly, Kakashi pulled out before collapsing tiredly next to Iruka.
"Was it as good as you imagined?" Iruka asked playfully as he turned to stare at the man next to him.
"It was better." Kakashi chuckled as he moved a hand to mingle with the dark tresses that lay surrounding his lover's face.
"When will you be back?" Gaara asked casually as he watched Naruto slip on his shoes. Once again Naruto had spent the night and frankly Gaara wasn't ready for him to leave yet.
"Sometime tomorrow." Naruto answered as he turned to stare at the redhead. Gaara didn't say anything, he didn't even twitch as he stood there with his arms folded looking quite apathetic. Naruto stared at the teenager; he knew Gaara was upset by his answer. He could tell by the way Gaara's nails were digging into his arms as he kept them folded; from the barely visible narrowing of his eyes, and the way those had taken on a darker shade of green. Gaara may have looked like a marble statue most of the time, but Naruto had learned to pick up on those small things that betrayed what the redhead was feeling. At the moment, Gaara was not pleased, and that meant that when Naruto did show his face around Gaara's apartment again, he was going to have to deal with one hell of an attitude from the redhead.
"Come on Gaara. I haven't spent the night in my own bed for days."
"Is mine that bad?" Gaara asked as his cool gaze hardened.
Honestly, Gaara could be such a selfish prick sometimes.
"I never said that! It's just that I haven't been home in a while and Iruka wants to see me."
Gaara didn't respond as he simply continued to stare at Naruto.
"Look, do you want to come with me?" Naruto asked as he watched Gaara's finger twitch slightly at the question.
"Come with you?"
"Yeah, you've never been to where I live, right? Aren't you even curious to see it? And Iruka's dying to meet you." Naruto asked. Gaara stared at the blond for a moment, uncertainty reflected in his eyes. Finally, he nodded his assent.
Iruka lay stretched out on his sofa, on his stomach flipping through channels.
"Do you plan on lying there all day?" Kakashi asked as he stared down at the brunette, trying his best to hide the wide grin that he knew was visible through the mask.
"Go to hell, you bastard." Iruka grumbled, not even bothering to look up at the other man.
"You're such a darling." Kakashi called as he headed to the kitchen with the groceries he'd bought.
"How does yosenabe(1) sound? Naruto should be home in time for dinner, right?"
"That's what he said when I called him earlier." Iruka answered as he made an attempt to sit up. The pain he'd been in earlier that morning had subsided to an annoying throb making it easier to move and especially sit. Kakashi emerged from the kitchen and slid down next to the brunette.
"How are you feeling?" he asked softly as he leaned in to the bronzed man.
"How do you think I'm feeling?" Iruka bit back as he reached up and pulled down Kakashi's mask.
"I would guess better." Kakashi chuckled out as he brought their lips together.
Something hard impacted the silver-haired man's head causing him to pull away in pain.
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" a voice yelled. Kakashi looked up in time to see something come flying towards him. He barely dodged the object as it hit the wall behind him. Kakashi stared at the object for a moment before turning to look at his assailant.
"Ah Naruto, you're home." The silver-haired man said pleasantly.
"Gaara, give me your shoe." Naruto demanded as he glared at his former teacher, his hand held out for said shoe.
"Naruto-"
"Give it!" the blond yelled, effectively cutting of the redhead. Without a word, Gaara handed his shoe to the young man next to him. It'd been quite a while since he'd seen Naruto so pissed off.
"Welcome home, Naruto." Iruka said as he watched the blond with barely restrained amusement. Naruto grunted a response as his attention remained fixed on Kakashi.
"Naruto, really is that-" Kakashi didn't have time to finish as a shoe came sailing towards him.
"Dammit. I missed. The other one."
Gaara handed over his other shoe quietly as his eyes went from the silver-haired man who was eyeing Naruto warily to the brunette that was sitting casually on the sofa staring back at him amidst the turmoil.
"That's enough!"
"You're damn right that's enough, you old, perverted bastard. What, your hand wasn't enough so now you have to assault Iruka? I turn my back for one minute and you're all over him like white on rice." Naruto shouted as he threw Gaara's shoe. Gaara stared calmly as his shoe soared through the air.
"Who the hell are you calling old? And for your information, Iruka appreciates having me all over him. Why you should have heard him last night. He was just begging-"
"Kakashi!" Iruka snapped. "One more word from you and I swear you'll be sleeping outside for a month. Naruto, you throw one more thing and I'll burn every last piece of orange in your closet."
"He started it!" Naruto whined.
"Actually you did." Gaara mumbled as he turned to look at Naruto. Naruto shot Gaara a dirty look before turning back to glare at Kakashi. Kakashi didn't return the look as his eyes were now fixed on Gaara.
"So, Naruto, who's your friend?"
"Don't try to change the subject. What the hell did you mean by 'last night'?"
"None of your business, Naruto. Now stop being a rude brat and introduce us to your friend." Iruka said as he gingerly stood up. Sending one more glare in Kakashi's direction, Naruto obeyed.
"Gaara, this nice guy you see here is Iruka. Iruka, this is Gaara." Naruto said as Iruka offered his hand to the redhead.
"Nice to meet you, Gaara. Sorry about the commotion. It usually isn't so bad."
Gaara stared at the hand for a moment before giving it a quick shake.
"It's… alright." The redhead mumbled. Naruto stared at his friend curiously. If he didn't know better he'd say Gaara was actually nervous. A cough caused the others to turn to look at the man that had moved to stand next to Iruka.
"Oh yeah, and that's our resident bum also known as our local leech."
"I don't see you paying any bills around here." Kakashi said to Naruto as he stared at Gaara, his expression unreadable.
"You've never even seen the bills around here." Naruto shot back.
"I've seen a lot more than oomph-"
Naruto smirked as Kakashi rubbed his side until a hand landed on the back of his head.
"You two are giving me a headache!" Iruka interjected before reaching out to Gaara and pulling the redhead away from the two and over to the sofa.
"You guys have perfect timing. Kakashi was just about to start dinner. Weren't you, Kakashi?" Iruka said pointedly.
"Maa, I was?" Kakashi said as his attention once again focused on Gaara. Gaara stared back at the man, his eyes narrowing slightly. Kakashi was making him uneasy. Naruto frowned as he noticed the way Kakashi was staring.
"Yes, you were. Now get to it." Iruka said.
"Fine fine." The silver-haired man called as he headed back to the kitchen.
"I'll be right back." Naruto muttered as he headed to the kitchen, leaving Gaara in Iruka's care. Gaara followed the blond's movement until he disappeared from sight.
"So you're Gaara. We've heard a lot about you from Naruto."
The words had Gaara turning to look at the brunette sitting on the other end of the couch. Gaara didn't answer as he observed the man that Naruto cared so much about. Naruto had told him all about Kakashi's many attempts on gaining Iruka's affection and Iruka's resistance. Judging from what they'd walked in on, it didn't seem like Iruka was really resisting anything. Iruka remained silent as he met Gaara's gaze. There was something about the darker man's stare that bothered Gaara. It was calculating, almost as if he was measuring Gaara against some unknown standard. Either way, it didn't unnerve the redhead nearly as much as Kakashi's gaze did. The two males stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other in silence. With a smile, Iruka finally spoke.
"So do you like yosenabe?"
The sudden change in Iruka's demeanor would have caught Gaara off guard if he wasn't already used to Naruto's whirlwind personality.
"I… have never had it." the redhead answered quietly.
"You'll definitely enjoy it then." Iruka continued before engaging the redhead in conversation.
"Kakashi."
"Here to help me with dinner, Naruto?" Kakashi asked as he continued to slice the beef he had bought.
"You know very well that's not why I'm here."
"Really, Naruto, Iruka-"
"This isn't about you and Iruka either. If Iruka hadn't wanted you to kiss him, he wouldn't have ever let it happen." Naruto interrupted. Kakashi paused in his chopping to look up at the blond boy staring back at him with a frown.
"If you understand that, then why did you throw all those shoes at me?"
"Revenge. For that stunt you pulled. Did you think I'd forget?" Naruto said shrugging. The silver-haired man twitched as he wondered how long it would take Iruka to forgive him for impaling Naruto on the knife he was holding.
"That's not the point." Naruto said quickly as he spied Kakashi's hand tighten on the knife.
"So then what do you want?"
"Kakashi, Gaara is my friend."
The silver haired man didn't say anything as he returned his half-lidded eye to the meat in front him and began chopping once more.
"Just friends?"
"Kakashi, I'm serious. Do not interfere!"
"Interfere?" the older man drawled as he looked up from his chopping.
"Don't think I missed the way you were looking at him. I don't know what you found out about him and frankly I don't want to know, but I'm warning you, Kakashi - if you do anything to get in the way-"
"Naruto, what is he to you?" Kakashi asked as he stared at the blond threatening him.
Naruto paused in his rant to stare back at the older man. "What?"
"He's a lot more than just your friend, isn't he..." Kakashi said. Naruto felt himself blush under Kakashi's steady gaze. Before Naruto could respond, Kakashi continued. "Don't even bother trying to deny it. Chouji is your friend; Neji is your friend; Lee is your friend. The way you're obsessed with him… it's almost like when Sa-"
"Don't!" Naruto snapped. "Don't you dare compare them. He's nothing like him! This is different."
Kakashi cocked an eyebrow at Naruto's outburst.
"I wasn't even going to compare them..." Kakashi stated, his brows furrowing slightly.
"You dare to interfere, Kakashi, and I swear I'll never fucking forgive you." Naruto said, his voice hard. Both men stared at each other in silence.
"I never had any intention of interfering. Like you said - you don't need a fucking guard dog, right?" Kakashi said coldly, breaking the silence.
"Get over yourself, Kakashi. It was my fault, all of it. I made those decisions on my own. Me. Not you. Me."
Kakashi didn't answer as he returned to his chopping.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Dinner will be ready soon." Kakashi responded, his voice stating the conversation was over. Naruto gave the man a lingering gaze before turning to leave.
"Naruto."
"What?"
"As long as he doesn't give me a reason to interfere." Kakashi said as he gave the blond a pointed look.
"I already told you - he's nothing like him." Naruto said softly before exiting the kitchen.
"I never said he was."
"What's the matter with you?" Gaara asked as he stared down at the blond next to him. Naruto was lying stretched out on his bed staring up at the ceiling, his brows slightly furrowed. Naruto wasn't being his normal, boisterous self. In fact, it seemed like the blond was actually brooding. Gaara had noticed the change the instance Naruto had emerged from the kitchen when they'd first arrived, and it had lasted through dinner where the tension between him and the masked man had been too obvious.
"Naruto." Gaara said, annoyed at being ignored. At the sound of his name, Naruto turned to stare at the redhead sitting next to him. Gaara frowned as he folded his arms. Naruto simply gave him a rueful smile as he sat up. Slowly, he reached out and brushed aside strands of crimson hair.
"Where did you get this?" Naruto asked softly as he traced the scar with his fingers. Gaara shivered slightly under the touch but remained silent as he stared at the blond. Naruto's behavior was beginning to bother him. Naruto lowered his eyes from the scar to meet the teal pools of his friend. The two stared at each other intently for a moment before Gaara finally answered.
"I did it… when I was eight... I carved it into my skin, deep enough so that it would never fade." The redhead whispered as he watched Naruto keenly.
"Didn't it hurt?" Naruto asked as his fingers continued to caress the scar. Gaara closed his eyes. He didn't want Naruto to see what his questions were doing.
"It was nothing compared to what I was already feeling." Gaara said, his voice shaking as the words came out barely audible.
"Gaara?"
Hearing his name, the redhead opened his eyes to gaze at the blond. Pale fingers came up to brush the whiskers on the blond's cheeks.
"Where did you get yours?"
Naruto chuckled at the question.
"I don't even know. As far as I remember, I've always had them."
Gaara said nothing as he let his hands slide downwards, feeling the contours of the blond's body through the shirt he was wearing.
"And what about this one?" Gaara asked, his hand coming to rest on a spot to the left of where he could feel Naruto's heart beating steadily. Naruto froze at the question. The redhead remained silent as he watched Naruto's eyes darken and dull; taking on a look he'd only seen once before. "Where did you get it?" Gaara asked again. He needed to know what could cause Naruto to look like that. Pulling away from Gaara, Naruto removed the redhead's hand from over the jagged scar he knew lay beneath his shirt.
"I got that when I was twelve."
"How?" Gaara asked, not ready to let the issue go. Naruto turned to stare at the redhead. The movement caught Gaara off guard as he found himself shoved back on the bed with Naruto straddling him. Lips against his own cut off any protest he was planning to make. Naruto's kiss was harsh as he forced his tongue into the redhead's mouth while pinning Gaara's arms to the bed. Their eyes remained locked as they fought to dominate the kiss. It was rough, violent and filled with something that neither of them could truly grasp.
Finally, Naruto pulled away only to latch onto the pale throat beneath him. A low moan escaped the redhead as he felt teeth sink into his skin. Releasing Gaara's arms, Naruto unbuttoned the redhead's shirt to reveal pale, soft skin. Now free, Gaara's hands immediately went to tugging at Naruto's shirt. Naruto moved back to allow the redhead to remove his shirt before once more attacking the teenager. The redhead winced as Naruto bit down hard on his collarbone before he mercilessly sucked at the skin causing it to burn harshly. Nails sank into Naruto's back as he ground into the redhead causing bolts of pleasure to shoot through them both. Naruto groaned at the feel of sharp nails digging into him. He could feel Gaara's growing erection pressing against him.
Naruto's hand slipped down between them to grope the prominent bulge in Gaara's pants. The redhead gasped at the sensation, his grip on Naruto tightening as the blond's hand massaged him through the fabric. The feel of something moist and hot on his nipple had Gaara arching into the touch. The redhead moaned shamelessly as he felt Naruto's mouth leave trails of inferno down his body. He wanted more even if he wasn't sure what more was, his body was demanding it, needed it.
"More."
Naruto froze as he heard the demand fall from the redhead's lips. He looked up to meet smoldering green eyes staring at him. The blond felt his own arousal jerk at the look in those eyes, eyes that were focused on him and only him.
"Naruto." Gaara's voice was heavy with lust and need. Naruto smirked at the redhead as he nimbly worked at the redhead's belt and zipper. Gaara's eyes flew open as he felt his pants being yanked off. Naruto stared at the sight before him. Gaara was impressive.
"What are you doing?" the redhead asked as he stared at Naruto curiously.
"Giving you more." Naruto said as he met Gaara's intense gaze. Not even a blush graced the red-haired boy as he lay exposed under Naruto's scrutiny. The redhead didn't have a chance to comment as he felt his erection suddenly being surrounded by something hot and moist. The feeling sent the teenager careening into a mass of writhing pleasure.
"Shit!" Gaara swore partly from the shock of what Naruto was actually doing and partly from the intense stimulation emanating from that one spot. One hand came down to bury itself in the mass of blond hair. Never in his life had he felt something this good as Naruto sucked hard. Gaara's other hand fisted in the sheets as he instinctively bucked his hips upwards further into the mouth around him. The movement caught Naruto off guard as Gaara's dick bounced against the roof of his mouth. With a growl, he grabbed the redhead's hips and pinned them to the bed.
Gaara's toes curled as he felt Naruto's tongue run along his shaft and up into his slit. The redhead's breath was ragged as he let out a particularly loud moan while staring with wide eyes at the blond head moving over him. He felt an unfamiliar coil, tightening in his lower abdomen as Naruto's head continued to move between his legs. Gaara tossed his head back, his breathing ragged from his moaning as he felt the pressure building up within him. Gaara's mind was void of all rational thought as his entire being became focused on the delicious bliss being created by the blond between his legs. Naruto watched Gaara earnestly as the room became filled with the erotic sounds that he was ripping from the redhead's throat. He never realized Gaara could be this loud. He prayed the walls were thick enough to keep any sounds away from the other occupants of the house. Naruto simply couldn't bring himself to silence the other boy. Never before had he seen Gaara's mask dissolved by something other than anger.
Without warning, Gaara came, his back arching off the bed, hands tightening painfully in Naruto's hair as his lips parted in a silent scream. Naruto forced himself to keep his mouth clamped on Gaara's member as he milked the redhead's orgasm. He felt Gaara jerk in his mouth when his tongue brushed against the tip as he swallowed. Finally, Naruto pulled away coughing, a sliver of Gaara's seed sliding from the corner of his mouth. Absently, he flicked out his tongue to lick the bitter drop. Gaara watched through half-lidded eyes as Naruto wiped his mouth. Naruto smiled down at the look that was somewhere between satisfaction, confusion, and awe plastered across the redhead's face. Their eyes remained locked on each other as Naruto crawled up the naked man beneath him. Shakily, Gaara pulled Naruto towards him.
"You won't like the taste." Naruto warned as he attempted to pull back.
"I don't care." Gaara mumbled as he pulled Naruto forward. Their lips met in a lazy kiss.
"Why-?" Gaara asked as Naruto broke the kiss.
"You don't need to have all your questions answered just yet." The blond mumbled with a sigh as his head came to rest on Gaara's chest, an arm wrapped around him. Gaara's hand hesitated for a moment before it went down to stroke Naruto's scars in a familiar motion.
"What about you?" Gaara asked, he could feel Naruto's erection poking his thigh. It wasn't the first time he'd felt it, however, prior to this he wasn't exactly sure how to handle the situation so he always ignored it in hopes that Naruto would finally give him some indication of what he wanted. Now that Gaara had an idea of how to deal with it, he had to admit, he was curious to know if he could cause the same kind of pleasure to flow through Naruto as he had just experienced.
"Later. Just let me lie here for now." Naruto answered as he listened to the steady throb of Gaara's heart. With a sigh, the blond closed his eyes. Gaara frowned but didn't comment when Naruto's grip tightened around him. His mind was too busy trying to understand what was happening between them.
(1)Yosenabe- type of one pot dish that uses miso or soy sauce flavorings. All the ingredients are cooked together.
A/N: Thanks to all those who read and enjoy!