Disclaimer: Please. If I really owned Naruto, this is what they would be doing...
Pairings: NaruGaa. You've been owned, Gaara.
Summary: So Naruto has given Gaara his first kiss, his first drunken night out, and he has been his first friend...what else can he give?
Warnings: This is the part that gives this the "R" rating. I mean, it might be higher than "R". I hope it's not. Someone tell me if it is. This is the part that makes me think I might be going to Hell for writing about it./ In other words...RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES PEOPLE THAT ARE STILL INNOCENT AND PURE!
Author's Notes: Notes will be at the bottom.
Go on and read! I dare you! ...Ok, not really. But you can if you want. :p
Chapter Four: Unbearable Sexual Tension and BBQ
"Ummm..." the angel mumbled. He turned his beautiful face towards me and a breeze blew across his delicate face. I wanted to touch him, but he sprang up quickly and ran to the tree and threw up. My brain hurt. It felt like someone was taking a saw and running it back and forth inside my head. Oh, I wanted to cry. I plopped down again in the field and the angel sat next to me.
My head weighed at least forty pounds. I couldn't take the weight of it, so I laid down on my back for a while. If it wasn't for the unbearable pain, it would be very nice here. It seemed like the stars shined abnormally bright in Konoha. I could feel a body lying next to mine. We stayed there together for a while entranced by those brilliant stars.
I don't know how much time passed like that, but pretty soon I could feel my head clearing up a little bit. I noticed something warm in my hand. I looked down. It was another hand, fingers intertwined with mine. The owner of the hand was staring dreamily at the sky. I wondered idly how I could have ended up like this, holding someone else's hand and looking at the stars. Then I remembered everything.
"Naruto..."
"Hmm?"
"I had...fun..." I said quietly. He immediately jumped out of his reverie and turned to me with a grin set on his face.
"Ah! Gaara! I knew you would have fun! See! See! What'd I tell you?" he exclaimed excitedly, "Everyone needs to get completely wasted at least once in their life! Haaha...haa...ow, ow!...my head..." he winced in pain. I tried to roll over on top of him, and only barely managed to get on my side.
"I can't move," I said tiredly, "Can you move, Naru?" I nudged him in the arm with my nose. I heard the grass rustle as he lifted his head. I didn't have the strength to move my head to look up. No wonder they tell ninjas not to drink. A silly idea flashed into my mind. I could have drinking contests instead of fights. It would be a perfect plan because I would always win because of Shukaku's alcoholism! I laughed to myself.
I really couldn't move any part of my body.
"Gaara, am I gonna have to carry you?"
"No...I can fly," I answered.
"Uhh...I'm gonna take that as a yes," he said getting up. He turned me over on my back again and my head plopped on the ground with a hard thud. It hurt so much.
"I hate you..." I cried in agony.
"Whoops! Sorry..." he laughed nervously. He tried to be more careful when picking me up. He cradled me in his arms and I just stayed perfectly limp there like a rag doll. He walked slowly back to town with me. My head was still swimming and I wondered where we were going.
"Naru...where...are..."
"We're going to my place, of course!" he grinned down at me.
"Oh...but...I need my...things."
"Shh, Gaara. Don't worry about that. I'll get them for you," he assured me. My eyes closed against my will. I wondered if Shukaku could control my body in this condition. That would be really bad. Oh, well.
"So sleeeeeeepy..." I murmured as I drifted off.
I woke up on a comfortable couch. As my eyes fluttered open, I took in my surroundings. I was in Naruto's living room-again. This time I actually had the opportunity to know what it looked like. The first thing I noticed was the warm dark blue blanket that covered me. It was clean and smelled like it was fresh out of the dryer. I was surprised to find my gourd and bag of clothes lying next to me. Did he really go that late in the night to my hotel to pick them up? I blushed at the thought of someone going out of their way just for me.
I continued to look around. There was a coffee table in front of the couch and a medium sized tv in the corner. There was a fair amount of trash littered all about the place, mostly empty ramen cups. I think I greatly underestimated how much he liked the stuff.
My suspicion was confirmed when my eyes traveled up to the bar of the kitchen. Stacks and stacks of ramen packets and cups were up there along with many pairs of chopsticks. My eyes widened. Does he live off ramen? That can't be healthy. I got up slowly, expecting my head to bring me back down, but it didn't. I felt remarkably better. Wait a second. My mind took a huge back track.
I woke up.
I panicked. I don't sleep! This can't be right! Shouldn't things be in shambles? Shouldn't there be blood on the walls and my hands? Maybe I was still dreaming? I pinched myself to make sure. It hurt. Ok, I'm obviously awake, and I was obviously sleeping.
Interesting.
I can't believe how good it feels to sleep. It feels even better to wake up with everything so...normal. I sighed happily. I should thank Naruto. I wandered into the kitchen to check it out. I opened a few cabinets. Ramen, more ramen, more ramen...come on, come on...where is it? Yes! Coffee! I jumped with glee. Instant coffee. I grimaced. It was better than nothing. I sat down at the small round table in the kitchen and had some instant coffee. While drinking peacefully, I glanced at the clock above the oven. It was 4:53 AM. Naruto would be sleeping. I drained my mug.
I used all my ninja stealth to creep around the apartment. It was so small. I noticed that all the furniture was made out of a red cherry kind of wood. I looked behind the couch I had been sleeping on. There was a mantel and a few candles. It was kind of romantic. To my right there was a door. It was open. How convenient. I snuck in more silently than the wind. There he was, sleeping like a baby.
Aww, so very cute.
I felt somewhat devious standing there near the edge of his bed looking down at him like that. I was like a criminal breaking in a poor innocent person's house ready to do something scandalous. I could do something horrible like steal a cute fox sleeping peacefully in his den. I'd be the chuckling villain running away from the scene of the crime. I grinned mischievously to myself.
He mumbled in his sleep adorably. I couldn't take it. I had to get closer. I soundlessly moved to the side of the bed and put one hand and knee on it. He was still dreaming unaware of my presence. My other foot lifted quietly from the ground. I crawled over him, watching him sleep. He was like an angel, a fox, a sweet baby, a ninja caught off guard. All the things he was completely stole my heart. I laid down next to him watching the rise and fall of his chest.
Should I dare touch that beautiful person?
My hand moved shyly. I barely tapped his arm and pulled my finger back quickly as if I had been burned. He continued his slumber. With more courage I traced my finger along the muscles in his arm, sneaking glances at his face all the while. I moved in closer. My body was against his now. That same hand placed itself gently on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat under the soft cotton shirt. My hand traveled down slowly, remembering the feel of his body. It slipped under his shirt. Wow. He had a sculpted body.
I stayed there, caressing him in the night. It felt slightly perverse, but my touches were so soft it was like they weren't even there. As hours passed I kept moving into him. I was drawn to his warmth and peacefulness. The feel of a living body next to my own was wonderful. Finally, I was securely snuggled on top of him. I stayed awake hoping to always remember what it felt like to lie like this. My head rested on his shoulder and I closed my eyes.
The rhythm of his sleep was broken. He inhaled deeply and yawned. He tried to move his left arm up, but I was holding onto it. He looked down groggily.
"Eh? What's this?" he yawned covering his mouth with his other hand. The sunlight filtered though the blinds and landed across his face. I looked into his eyes with adoration. He was just like a golden god.
"Heeheehee...no wonder I had such nice dreams," he chuckled. I held on to him tighter. He looked down. Yes, my leg was wrapped around his. I slid my leg up as I moved closer to him. He looked surprised and his face was heavily flushed. I studied him with my eyes trying to penetrate into his mind. Do I have the same affect on him that he has on me?
"G-Gaarara! I...I have to s-shower!" he said quickly. Was that a little bit of red I saw dripping from his nose? Before I could get a closer look, he had jumped out of bed, slammed the bathroom door, and turned on the shower. It was pretty impressive. He was as fast as a bullet. I waited for him. I was bored. I wanted to touch him again. I laid back down and got lost in my thoughts. I was just watching my hand open and close with interest. Finally I heard the screech of the shower turning off. The door opening behind me snapped me out of my daze. The bed creaked as he sat down. I turned my head up to face the ceiling. His cool wet hand stroked the side of my face and I tilted my head to look into his eyes. They were a misty blue. I shivered. His hands were so cold.
"You want to shower?" he asked. I sat up to look at him better. He was wrapped only in a towel and had little beads of water dripping off of him. There was something in the way he spoke to me that made me want to jump him. It wasn't his usual cheerful voice. It was serious and almost sensual. I put my hand on that beautiful smooth chest of his and licked my lips. He opened his mouth slightly and I jumped on top of him. I straddled his hips and kissed him hard. I lapped at his lips with my tongue and he opened his mouth willingly. I kissed him with all the emotion and passion I'd never shown before.
I wanted him.
We broke our first long kiss. He took the opportunity to rip off my shirt. Our breaths were short and I wanted more. He pushed me down hard on the bed. I loved that fiery zeal burning in his eyes. I grinned wickedly as I grabbed that towel around his waist and tore it off forcefully. He smiled and lowered his head to my neck, biting, licking, and sucking hard. I gasped and scraped my nails vigorously along his back. he bit down with force and I gasped loudly. It was such pleasurable pain. I couldn't get enough of this feeling. He continued leaving those red bite marks on my neck and chest, and I clawed deeper into him. I wanted him to leave his mark all over me so people would know I was his. He squeezed my thigh tightly with one hand causing me to squirm even more under him. With his other hand he caressed my side with ghostly touches that sent shivers down my spine. The conbination of those hard squeezes, light touches, and the neverending biting, sucking, and licking was driving me insane. This time he bit my lip viciously and laughed a deep laugh that echoed throughout both our bodies. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I moaned loudly. He covered my mouth with his and swallowed my moan with his tongue. I begged for more.
"N-Naruto!" I gasped. He licked my face, causing me to shiver, "I can't take it anymore! Do it! Please! Ahh! Please!" I begged over and over again. I wanted him so bad. I wanted him all over me. I wanted him to do his absolute worst. I never wanted anything so badly.
"As you wish, Gaara-sama," He chuckled. He snaked his arm around me and was kissing my chest, trailing big wet kisses down and down and down...He licked at my belly button and my stomach tightened. He giggled. He finally reached my pants and tugged at the belt teasingly. It was torture and he was drawing it out painfully. He quickly and skillfully snapped the belt open and pulled off my pants and boxers. He eyed me appreciatively.
"Ahh...Gaara-sama...So this is what you've been hiding from me?" he said playfully.
"Shut up!" I barked. I grabbed the back of his head. My face was horribly flushed. I didn't want to force him down on me. I gripped the sheet with my other hand.
"Please..." I begged softly. He looked at me with mock shyness as he licked the side of my...
"Hard-on!" He exclaimed with a wink. I was going to kill this man. Before I could go through all the ways to torture and dismember this horrible man, he bit down and took all of me in. I gasped in surprise. He was running his tongue expertly and sucking with amazing force. I screamed and clutched the sheets. I couldn't hold back my moans and screams as he used his lips, teeth and tongue. My heart was racing frantically. It was so pleasurable I thought I was going to die.
"Nnn! N-Naruto!" I called out. I was trashing under him. I could hear my own wild panting as the things he did to me sent fire through my veins. He sucked harder and I wailed like a whore. He bit me a little too hard and I screamed loudly. He stopped. Why did he stop? Why the fuck did he stop?
"W-What...what h-happened?" gasped in confusion. He was looking up at his bedroom door. What was he looking at, damn it?
The doorbell rang. He swallowed. The doorbell rang again.
"Naruuuuuuto? Are you there?" a friendly voice called.
"FUCK!" he yelled loudly.
"No! You're NOT here." I said with murder in my eyes. I was still breathing heavily.
"Gaara-sama, please. Just wait for a second?" he said sweetly. The doorbell rang again, "Fuck! I'm COMING!"
No. Actually, I was. He took me with his hand and finished quickly. He wiped his hands, grabbed his towel, and ran to the door. I felt cheated. I could hear him talking to the person at the door from his room. I was going to kill someone.
"Chouji!" he called.
Chouji. I was going to kill Chouji. He continued to talk to this "Chouji" for entirely too long. He should have never left me in the first place, the bastard. And who does he think he is calling me "Gaara-sama"? With the way he teases and tortures me, you'd think he was expecting me roll over and call him master. I was still shaking hard from the pain and pleasure. Gaara-sama my ass. It's more like Gaara the tool. Gaara the needy whore. I frowned angrily. Finally, he slammed the door shut and I could hear his footsteps traveling back to the room. As soon as he entered I wrapped the dirty sheet over my head and body. I could hear him click his tongue.
"Aww...my little Gaara-sama...don't be upset," he cooed to me.
"Don't call me that," I spat back with the sheet muffling my voice. I was going to punch him in the face. He sat down on the bed next to me. He wrapped his arm around me, but I wrenched myself free. I heard him sigh and he slowly pulled the sheet off of my head. I looked at him with a heated expression and pouted. Slight drops of water were collecting in the corners of my eyes. I refused to let them fall. He grabbed my face delicately with one hand and turned my head towards him. He looked at me romantically, with a strange gleam in his eyes.
"But, it's such a perfect name for you. You're stubborn and strong. You demand love and attention with every stride you take, and I worship every part of you. You're like a god among men," he said with his voice full of affection. My jaw dropped. Was he serious? Perhaps as an answer to my silent question, he leaned in and kissed me deeply. I could taste a little bit of myself on him and it was an odd sensation. When he broke the kiss I couldn't look at him in the face, so I looked at the door instead.
"So, what did Mr. Chouji want so badly?" I asked bitterly.
"Oh! I forgot I promised to go out to lunch with him today!" he laughed and added, "You still want that shower?"
I punched him hard in the face and stormed off to the bathroom. I slammed the door to cut off his loud yelps of pain. Bastard. I scrubbed myself thoroughly in the shower, hoping to get his disgusting spit and sickening stench off of my body. I'd be damned if I let him near me again. Gaara-sama my ass!
I dried myself and wrapped the towel securely around my waist. I caught a glipse of myself in the mirror and halted. Damn it! I had stupid marks all over my body! I hate him! I tossed the nearest object at the mirror. It was a fluffy orange bath sponge and it landed a few feet from my target.
Damn it!
I flung the door open. I hoped he wasn't there, but if he was, I was going to maul him. Hmm. He was gone. Naruto had more brains than I expected. I looked at the empty bed. The sheets were still a mess, but a pair of my clothes were lying neatly to the side. I sighed. I got dressed slowly, gingerly avoiding touching any of the especially vivid bruises on my body. Where did he learn to do all of that? He was like an animal.
I carefully opened the bedroom door and peered into the living room. He was still nowhere in sight. I sat down on the couch, but a noise from the kitchen brought me quickly to my feet. He was sitting at the table eating a bowl of ramen, grinning like an idiot. He waved a greeting to me with his chopsticks and I sneered.
"How can you eat that? It's vile," I said harshly.
"V-Vile?" he looked at me, "What's that mean?"
Idiot.
"It means it's disgusting," I said. He flinched, "It tastes like crap!"
He looked at me with a hurt expression on his face. Ha. Take that. He covets that stupid ramen. He really looked like he was going to cry, but then his expression changed so suddenly.
"At least it tastes better than you," he remarked slyly.
Oh, no. No he didn't. I held back a blush, if that's even possible. I walked calmly to the kitchen sink where I saw a pair of chopsticks. Within seconds I had them aimed threateningly at his throat.
"Say that again, Uzumaki! I don't think I heard you the first time!" I yelled, digging the chopsticks deeper into him. I don't know if it was possible to kill someone with chopsticks, but I was going to find out. "What did you say? Did you say I'm the most wonderful thing you've ever tasted? Huh? Did you?"
"Y-YES! Yes, G-Gaara-sama! You're the most wonderful thing I've ever tasted!" he yelped with fear in his eyes. Fear. The world was in it's rightful place again. "G-Gaara-sama! Your taste is like a sweet nectar! Please don't kill me!"
I grinned. He winced. I stuck my chopsticks in his bowl and took the bowl all together. I sat on the couch to eat. When I finished I could hear him sneaking over to me. He got on his hands and knees and carefully crawled over to me. I raised a questioning brow. He continued to crawl over to me until he was right in front of me. He placed his hands on my lap and looked up to me with this expression on his face. His hair was bouncing mass of fluff, his blue eyes were big and pleading, and his whiskered cheeks were tinted with a small blush. He just stared at me like that. He was just like a puppy.
"Gaara?" he asked in a small voice.
"Hmm?"
"Don't be mad. Please?" he said. His eyes practically sparkled at me. How can one person be so charming? I refused to look at him and he made a small sound like a whimper. When I turned to look back down, he was settled in my lap. I reluctantly touched his face. He smiled slightly and I pinched him hard.
"Ahhh! Gaara! That hurts!" he screamed. I let go. He rubbed his cheek and continued, "Will you go to the lunch with me, please?"
"No. I hate people," I replied coldly. He broke into a goofy smile and hugged me.
"Ahh! Gaara-sama! You're so cute! That's exactlly what makes me want to take you and show you to everyone I know!"
He kissed me with his salty lips. I couldn't help smiling. I told him I would go, but that he shouldn't expect me to like any of his friends. He squealed. I swear it was just like a girl. He stayed in my lap until it was time to go. I strapped on my gourd just in case. I still wasn't in the best of moods. As we walked down the street he clung to me like a giddy teenage girl. I kept my face as emotionless as possible. People looked at us oddly, and I made sand swirl dangerous at my feet. They ran away in fear. They knew their place.
We finally reached our destination. It was a Barbeque restaurant? Naruto ran excitedly inside and I followed reluctantly. It was Chouji. I scowled. There was someone next to him. Shikamaru? Naruto yelled his excited greetings and I slammed my gourd down fiercely, causing the table to shake and the two men sitting to jump. They also looked at me with fear. Naruto sat down first and I sat across from Shikamaru.
"Chouji! I haven't gotten to hang out with you since our last mission! It looks like you're back to your normal weight, huh?" Naruto beamed.
"Yup!" Chouji grinned happily. There were a few messy plates in front of him. It looks like he started eating before we even got there. Shikamaru looked like he was about to fall alseep. I joined him with his blank staring. Naruto and Chouji ordered so much food. Both were incredible gluttons, the only difference is that it actually showed on Chouji. I picked a little atmy food and Shikamaru practically gave all his food to Chouji. I don't know why he even bothered to order anything if he wasn't going to eat. Naruto and Chouji talked a lot about missions and things of that nature in between gorging themselves. Chouji keep stealing glances at me. It was getting on my nerves. He finally just looked at me and laughed. What was going on?
"Heehee. What happened to your neck? It looks like someone already had you for breakfast," he laughed pointing at me with his chopsticks. He must have been feeling pretty comfortable with himself. Shikamaru woke out of his daze and I could hear him kick Chouji under the table. I looked at Naruto and he looked ready to open his mouth. An alarm sounded in my head.
"I cut myself shaving," I replied lamely. That excuse didn't make any sense. I didn't shave. Anyone who knew me knew that I didn't have any hair on my body. I don't even have eyebrows! An awkward silence followed. More food was brought to the table and peace was restored. Those two guys seemed to forget about everything when they were eating. Things like manners, how to speak, the big fat lies that I told, and apparently the cause of the big fat lies I told too-they were all forgotten. How could I tell? Chouji opened his big mouth again.
"Ya know, Naruto? When I went to your apartment this morning, I swear I could hear screaming. It was kind of scary. Did someone die in there?" he asked nosily. Well, it's only natural for someone to ask a question like that. I mean, if you hear screaming from someone's apartment it either means someone is being brutally murdered or someone is having mind-blowing sex. Both of these things should obviously be brought to the general public's attention in a restaurant. I opened my eyes from my mean frown and everyone was looking at me. Naruto was pointing at me while grinning wolfishly. Thank you so much, Naruto. Now everyone knows I'm a whore.
"I...I...I have to stay at Naruto's place. He's really annoying. I was trying to kill him and I failed," I assured everyone. My story didn't fly very well. I could see the two of them mentally connecting the dots. Bite marks and screaming. Fuck, I give up. I never said I was good at lying. I crossed my arms angrily. Man, do I hate Naruto. He just sucks. I blushed. Even my own insults come back to me!
Come.
I mentally screamed. I've become such a pervert! What has he done to me? I tried to hide myself from them the rest of the time. I was pretty unsuccessful considering there was nowhere to hide. Both Shikamaru and Chouji wisely decided to avoid eye contact with me. We were in that restaurant for what seemed like hours. They finally finished eating. I'd never seen two people eat so much in all my life. Shikamaru turned a lazy eye to me. He looked like he was curious about something. I could tell he was weighing his question in his mind, trying to see if it would get him killed or not. He was smart. I liked that.
"So, what are you doing in town anyway, Gaara?" he asked cautiously.
"Aa. My sister sent me on a forced vacation," I replied casually. Finally a question I could answer straight-faced. He looked surprised. What's so surprising about me taking a vacation? Don't tell me that vacations are also laced with hidden meanings about Naruto fucking me!
"T-Temari?" he stuttered. Oh. What's the big deal about Temari?
"Yeah, Temari actually said it was for 'Extensive training' but-" Wait a second! Comprehension dawned on my face. Temari! He likes Temari! My jaw dropped, I had the urge to point and yell something.
"Oh! That's cool! It was nice seeing you Na-Naruto! Come on, Chouji!" he tried to say in his usual bored voice, but no one could deny he was actually a little too nervous. They left and Naruto turned to face me.
"Extensive training? Is that why you're here?" Naruto asked oblivious to Shikamaru's strange reactions. Ok, so maybe not everyone noticed, but I did. Shikamaru...
"It doesn't matter. Let's go. I'm sick of being here." I replied. He was still looking at me with slightly hurt eyes. I snorted. Like I would actually come here just to see him.
Oh, wait. I did.
We walked back slowly to his apartment. He was still clinging to me like a rabid hormonal girl. I was still pissed at him for making a fool out of me and I was sending gusts of sand around to scare the villagers. I was going to get back at him for that.
Author's Notes: gasp I can't believe I wrote about a...blow job. I feel so dirty! Last night while I was writing I kept thinking "Oh, god! I'm going to Hell!" Haahaa. I know it wasn't in incredible detail, but still. I feel a little dirtay. If this isn't supposed to be here, I will go back and edit it. So tell me, readers!
Naruto's nickname for Gaara is now Gaara-sama. (Sama lord, lady, to someone we deeply respect, gods, emperor.) Even though Naruto finds pleasure in the sadistic torture of Gaara, he still really does love him and admire him in an unholy way.
Or does he? Expect drama in the next chapter!
Also, thank you to people who review. It's very nice of you. I'm new here and I'm not really sure to respond to you all, so I'll just take time to say right here...THANK YOU!