Side fics to Drafted: The First Time
Pairing: GAARA/ SHU TANUKI (PLEASE READ DRAFTED, CHAPTER 29)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: "Naruto', don't own it; not mine. I just borrow Masashi's characters and replace them in naughty positions, and I mean really naughty positions.
Summary: Little one-shots depicting Naruto and Sasuke's life after "Drafted."
A/N: Unbeta'd
You're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain
And, baby, you know it's obvious
I'm a sucker for you
Sucker The Jonas Brothers
Gaara was nervous. This was the third time in his life the Shukaku could reasonably say that he was actually fearful. The strange sensations were running through his nerves and doubling back over the neural network, making him even tremble at times. Back on Honshu, the paperwork for training at the CIA academy was going well but he there was an itch in his mind that grew harder and harder with every passing day: Shu was that itch.
It was growing so deep that it felt like nails were dragging themselves over his soul. So, he had begged off a few days and had flown back to Kyushu and back to Shu. They had spoken over the phone for a last nine nights and Gaara had told the man who his name was and who he really was. They had a laugh over that Gaara's last name was Shukaku and Shu's name was short for it. Providence maybe?
With the privacy of the phone, Gaara had bared some of his secrets, how he had grown up a loner, how he had grown to accept that he was an anomaly and would be hated. That he had no one to lean on for years, not his siblings or his parents. He had even opened up about Sasuke and how he had thought he'd had found the one who he could be with but then how Sasuke had told him they needed to be with men who were different from them to push them out of their comfort zones. He even told him how Sasuke had found Naruto and now he, Gaara had found him Shu.
"Does that mean you want to be with me… fully?" Shu had asked.
"…Yes," Gaara had said.
The hotel was five stars, with white mahogany furniture all around, the floor covered with black carpet and the walls interspersed with grey, green accents and a wall of uncovered brick. He had arranged for the man to meet him there because he could not, in good conscience, leave to do CIA training without knowing where exactly he stood with this man, the sole man who put his blood on fire.
Shu had texted him back saying he would be there at three. It was eleven o'clock in the morning and Gaara knew he should not have gone that early as nerves would be eating at him. He turned back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. He glanced over it, wondering if the large king-sized bed, topped with a duvet made with brown and gold interlocking rings would be in use later that night. Would he lose his virginity in the next ten hours or so? Would he be in a real relationship after? Even if those that happened, he had to be clear with Shu, and show him what exactly he was signing up for.
He toed off his shoes and went to the small packet resting on the bed. He took out a sleeping pill and popped a complimentary bottle of water that was resting on the table and took the pill. He had to rest and stop worrying over this. He sank to the large fluffy pillows, closed his eyes and breathed his way into sleep.
A faint touch brought Gaara back to the real world and he shot up in fear, instinctively forming a fist but stopped when the grey eyes that haunted him in his dreams were a foot away from his. It was Shu. Gaara looked at the digital bedside clock and saw it was nearly nine. Had he truly slept all day?
"Hey Beautiful," Shu said quietly. "Sorry to wake you. I would have gotten here earlier but the train was delayed. The lady downstairs gave me the keycard as my name is on your expecting list. You okay?"
Pressing his palm to his eyes to rub out the sleep, Gaara swallowed over his sudden nervousness. He looked around and realized he would- could not – do anything there. It was too nerve-wracking to be in the bedroom and speak about what he wanted to say.
"It's alright," he said quietly. "…Can we talk in the living room? I- I need to tell you a few things."
"Okay," Shu said and Gaara blushed under the man's eyes. He swung his feet off from the bed and took up the packet on the bedside table. He felt Shu's questioning look but ignored it as they moved to the sitting room. He stopped for a moment to dial up the lighting to a warm golden haze and then went to the couch, holding the pouch.
Shu was his usual messy self, crushed shirt, denim jeans, and crumpled canvas jacket. His hair was untamable and his jaw looked scruffy but his eyes were astute as ever. He toed off his converse and sat beside Gaara.
"What's that?" Shu asked.
Gaara breathed and upended the pouch between them. Pills, bottles and blister packs spilled out and without looking up Gaara said, "Me…this is all me."
He took on strip up, "Lurasidone, knows as Latuda for bipolar depression," he picked up one more, "Quetiapine, known as Seroquel for bipolar mania, Risperidone, known as Risperdal an antipsychotic…" he went on to name every drug he had and ended a long list of anti-psychotics with his sleeping pill, "And this is Eszopiclone, known as Lunesta… it helps me sleep because I'm an insomniac."
His eyes were down and his heart was thumping. Who in their right mind would want to be with someone as damaged as he was? That night back at Kyushu when Shu had promised him that he would stick around notwithstanding.
"I…" he bit his lip, "I'm not normal Shu."
Shu was quiet before he tutted, "…Who is?"
Gaara's green eyes shot up to meet level gray, "I'm sorry?
"Tell me Grey, who the fuck is normal. Can you tell me one person on this goddamn planet who is fucking normal?" Shu asked again, using the alias Gaara had given him during the party circuit in Kyushu.
This was too good to be true. "Are you sure? I'm damaged, Shu. I've been fucked up since I was born."
"But you're also fucking brilliant, and kind and selfless, if what you told me about going to Kyushu to help your old boyfriend get closure on his shit. Shit, Grey, I'd have bailed the moment he looked at me sideways," Shu said pointedly while taking Gaara's cold hands and rubbing them. "And you're so fucking hot, B. I get hard as a fucking post just thinking of you, at the worst fucking places. Hell, I had to stay back in class for thirty minutes thinking of festering sores to get my fucking dick back to behave."
Now, the blood rushed to his face. "Oh… sorry?"
"Don't be," Shu said, grinning that feline grin that sent Gaara's stomach in somersaults. His hand went up to run a callused thumb over Gaara's cheek and then the air went thick. "Did you call me here for a dick appointment?"
"A what?" Gaara asked.
Shu laughed and his brows waggled, "A booty call, Beautiful. A slam, bam, thank you, man. You know… a fuck?"
"No," Gaara said, trying to breathe.
"Good," Shu said, his grin slipping. "Cause your worth so much more than a fuck, Beautiful."
He dared ask. "And what am I worth?"
"Making love," Shu said before he kissed Gaara. "You're worth nothing less,"
The kiss was hard and soft at the same time with a gentle but hot fervor. Shu pressed his fingers to Gaara's chin to get him to open his mouth for his probing tongue. Gaara allowed it and his lips parted slightly, hands clutched tightly into Shu's shirt and he let him kiss him, deeply, strongly, mind-blowingly. Gaara was twisted and hauled onto Shu's lap. As the kiss deepened, Gaara could feel the thick hardening length under his thigh.
His hips moved to center himself on the man's lap. Instinct took over and he softly rocked on the outline of Shu's cock. A deep guttural moan came from Shu as warm hands pressed him closer. Gaara's arms wrapped around Shu's neck and he moaned too as his hips rocked and slid over the man below him.
"Shit," Shu groaned. "Should have never gone commando."
Gaara broke the kiss and pressed his lips on Shu's cheek, kissing back until he took the man's earlobe in his mouth and bit it, his hips still rocking on the hard cock under him. He sucked on the loose flesh, feeling Shu's hands shaking where they rested on his hips. Heat was crawling up his spine and he felt half out of his mind when he spoke. "Take me to bed, hold me down and take me."
Shu cursed and stood up with Gaara wrapping his legs around Shu's waist. They got to the bedroom and Shu tipped them to right onto the bed. Trapped under Shu's bulk, Gaara felt a good kind of trapped. Shu was kissing him now, plunging his tongue in and out of his mouth while his hands slid under Gaara's rucked up shirt.
Those hands running over his skin sent fire racing up his spine and he arched back, gasping. Nothing in his life had ever felt this good. Light was running under his eyelids like a supernova. Maybe it was because he had never been touched that way. The light fooling around he and Sasuke had done at the camp paled in comparison to his maddening heat.
His legs were open and his cock was filling in painfully. Shu was working on kissing and sucking his neck with a ferocity that neared an animal about to maul him. He wanted it. He wanted this fierceness. Shu sat back and tugged him, his grey eyes wide and dark. "Get your shirt off, beautiful. I want to see your skin and fuckin' mark it as mine."
Gaara ripped his shift off and Shu did away with his jacket and shirt. When the shirt came off, Gaara gasped. Just under Shu's collarbone, right on his chest was a ying-yang circle but in the middle of it was a red Ai kanji. It looked new. Gaara's trailed his fingertips over it.
His fingers were caught and kissed before Shu seemed to shift gears and got more tender. When Gaara was laid back this time, Shu kissed him softly, moving his mouth from Gaara's to his neck to nibble at his collar bone and then sucked on his nipple. Tangling his fingers into thick dark hair, Gaara bit his lip to keep his moans in.
"No," Shu said pulling off. "Let me hear you scream."
"I," Gaara gasped, "I haven't screamed yet."
Grey eyes glinted platinum and Shu's voice was an animalistic growl. "You will."
Their mouths collided in a bruising kiss, and Gaara grabbed Shu's arms to ground himself as his head felt like it was floating a foot above his body. The man tasted like sweet coffee and peppermint schnapps; a taste that was becoming addictive. Shu's hand ran under him to grab his ass while Gaara's was all over him, in his hair, on his neck around his back, and rucked up under his shirt.
"Shu," Gaara groaned. "Please."
"Please what beautiful?" Shu whispered on his wet, bitten lips.
"…Make love to me, please," Gaara said quietly, "But be gentle… I've never had a man inside me before."
Shu groaned deeply at the mention that he would be Gaara's first before he kissed butterfly kisses across Gaara's face. "I promise you, beautiful. I'll take you to fucking nirvana and back."
With the promise, Gaara surrendered. Shu removed the rest of his clothes and his every inch of his body was being kissed. For the first time, Gaara knew what it felt like have a warm mouth close over his erection, and he knew the salty taste of a man's sweat after he licked it off Shu's jaw. He finally he knew what it felt like to be stretched open with patient fingers and what the shimmer of the glimmering stars that erupted behind his eyes looked like after being stroked there, so deep inside.
He knew what it felt to have a hot hard body lay over him, what it felt like for fingers to be laced with ones of a larger hand while a stiff length slid inside his body. He knew what the heat of friction from skin rubbing on skin felt like and the painful pleasurable ecstasy of slow, agonizing sex. He knew the feel of arms anchoring him on earth while his screaming climax sent his mind to space and he knew what it felt like to be held in warm arms after the most amazing night of his life.
Gaara felt his temple being kissed and a rough voice was in his ear after his breathing calmed into a steady rhythm. "I know you haven't had anyone to be there for you for a long time…will you trust me to not run? Will you trust me to be there when you need me? Will you trust me to do all I can for you?...Will you let me love you, cause I'm a fucking sucker for you, Gaara."
Gaara blinked hazed eyes up at Shu and hesitated, reaching up to cup his face. He searched his lover's eyes for a long while, trying to find any hint of hesitation and found none. Only then did he say, "….Yes."
For once I can trust someone...for once I can call upon someone...for once I have someone to hold...for once I have someone to love me...
Shu had delivered on his promise that night back in Kyushu when he said, "One night with me beautiful and you'll sleep like a baby." That night, Gaara, without any pills, slept like a newborn
Er... review? I had to give Gaara some love. Your thoughts?
