Ok, last update for a week. And yea, I know that Gaara can't really sleep, but for the sake of the fic, he can, so there… I don't own Naruto. If I did, Gaara would get hugs. A lot of hugs. READ AND REVIEW. And lemons warning (notice the rating change). Nothing too graphic… but they really wanted to smut with each other.
Chapter 6: Addiction is Troublesome
Every little whine and sigh that passed Gaara's lips was swallowed by Shikamaru's mouth in the soft kiss. He closed his eyes numbly, breathing in the air from Gaara's nose. Taking on a mind of its own, Shikamaru's tongue ventured forth and licked the soft dry lips, which parted hesitantly. The Chuunin gripped Gaara's hips blindly, steadying himself from the delicious taste of the Genin's tongue as they romped together in his mouth. Pressure in the back of Shikamaru's head made him wonder just what he was getting himself into, but his mouth joined with Gaara's persuaded him that it didn't matter. It was now abundantly clear that they were in love, stuck in the same trapping throws of passion. He pulled Gaara onto his lap, feeling arms press up against his chest.
For the sake of breathing, the kiss had to be broken. The heat made the two pant gently on each other's lips. Gaara moved his arms up around Shikamaru's neck, and slowly nuzzled the tips of their noses together. "I…" Gaara ghosted his lips against Shikamaru's lips as he talked. "C-can we… go further?" The bottom dropped out of the Chuunin's stomach and his brain exploded. His mind began battling with his body in a bloody war that Shikamaru had to stand by and watch. Suddenly the heart came out with a windmill shuriken and slaughtered the other two.
Shikamaru closed his eyes firmly and breathed against Gaara's lips, "Yea… sure." For once his mother's nagging about clean sheets had become useful. Troublesome – he had fallen asleep during the Sex Ed class for Genins… but he knew generally what to do. Nothing prepared him for making love to Gaara though – he didn't expect to even attempt it before marriage, thinking that at least he would have some notice and be able to have "the talk" with his father and his father's friends because Mr. Nara would have to call them for support, and with Choji in the same room so that it wouldn't be too awkward and they could suffer through their and Ino's dads fumbling over words and processes all night together. But somehow that happy thought had been shattered by the milky skin and red hair in front of him, expecting a talent that was nonexistent, and only at the age of 18. He wasn't mad, he was just anxious, but their lips joined again, and Shikamaru couldn't help but carefully lay Gaara back on the bed.
The clock on the nightstand ticked calmly, no longer controlling the two bodies on the bed. Hot kissing stopped just long enough for Shikamaru let his reserves fall to the ground with his vest and shirt. Gaara pulled his fingers over Shikamaru's back, joining their mouths together again. Torn up and confused but enjoying every warm feeling running over his back began to explain the Chuunin's feelings, but not to the extent or degree which he felt them. Everything seemed amplified by thousands and thousands of levels as he slowly kissed Gaara's neck, pulling the black clothes off the pale skin of the stiffening and shivering body. The last of the clothes discarded, the shuffle began.
Gaara arched his back against the delicious feelings from the suction on his neck and the warm hands running up and down his legs. The rush of breath Shikamaru let out against the tender red mark on the Genin's neck was quickly followed by a soft groan. Leaning up, Gaara began nibbling on the soft lobe and earring attached to Shikamaru's ear; their bare chests rubbed against each other. Panting swirling over his neck quickened. At long last, Shikamaru pulled his ear away from Gaara's mouth and once more occupied it with his own, with kisses sweeter than any food ever created.
"I feel obligated to tell you just how troublesome this is going to be," Shikamaru muttered into Gaara's fine lips with a small, annoyed sigh. However, he found it harder and harder to be bothered as he admired the green eyes. "I don't know what I'm doing." Hesitantly, he moved his hands away from the fine bare legs, only to feel his fingers brush against something that made the sand Genin gasp. A blinding red covered both faces as green met brown eyes. Gaara licked his lips, tongue rubbing over the lips of the Chuunin as well. Slowly, he breathed out, "You're doing fine… I-If you stop I'll kill you." The green eyes were swallowed into the black eyelids again, and a large gulp ran down Shikamaru's throat, past the knot growing up near his vocal cords. He didn't want to stop; he couldn't even if he did, because of the position of his hand and the elevated situation he was in. To stop would be cruel and above all, troublesome.
Taking on a small amount of confidence, Shikamaru began to kiss every inch of skin he could reach. Every dip, curve, lump, and crest was territory for his mouth, from the eagerly panting lips to the moaning neck to the rising and falling chest and down to the quivering stomach. Kiss after kiss drove Gaara's finger deeper into the dark scalp. Shikamaru stopped slowly to snake his tongue into the soft belly button, nearing groaning himself as the sharp nails dug hungrily into his hair. So far, it was the best mission of discovery he had ever undertaken, and, for once, he didn't have to think at all. Feeling was the only driving force in the Chuunin's actions, and the spontaneity was so exciting it made him gasp.
Heat pulsed through Shikamaru's veins as he finally passed south of the softly protruding hips. Gaara arched his back again, groaning out, urging Shikamaru on. Failing to restrain himself at all, he began to kiss and suck and lick all over the delicate spot making Gaara's thighs wrap and shutter around the genius' back. Just the legs were enough to drive Shikamaru dizzy. He hovered, panting softly on the slim form below, while Gaara helplessly squirmed. Another kiss swallowed Gaara's moan with Shikamaru's as the Chuunin slid effortlessly in.
Friction took them – a friction that was unholy and divine, delicious and tormenting. With every thrust Gaara growled and yelled more, Shikamaru groaned through his burning face. Their sweat formed and dripped, mingling on the skin rubbing together. Gaara felt pain, but not pain from a wound; it was a pain drenched in pleasure and passion so thoroughly that it burned inside him. It ached in an ecstatic new way that had seemed impossible before. It was a burn they shared while the bed squeaked and shifted violently under their rocking.
Finally, Gaara threw his head back and screamed, spilling out over his and Shikamaru's stomachs, gasping for air in his heaving lungs. Shikamaru rushed up into Gaara, letting out a load moan. Every nerve was electrified and glowing in his body. But when the Chuunin gently rolled off the Genin, he stared at him. Silver-laced tears were streaming down Gaara's burning face, running back over his temples into the sweat-dampened red hair. He was crying… and once again Shikamaru wrapped his arms around Gaara, gently kissing the wet rivers from the black-covered eyes.
"Sh-Shikamaru," Gaara harshly sobbed into the shoulder, but he couldn't finish his sentence. A sudden wave of exhaustion and aching prevented anything more. Before they fell asleep, Shikamaru kissed Gaara again, his lips, his wet cheeks, his red hair, his throbbing tattoo, his black eyelids, and his cool tears. Through he knew that troublesome events would follow, Shikamaru whispered, "I love you, Gaara."