Side fics to Drafted: Happily, Ever After

Pairing: GAARA/ SHU TANUKI

Rating: M/ NC-17/ X-rated. It had sex people.

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. NOOOOOO I am not dead. 2 years now have been insane. This is more of a drabble than a chapter but I hope you like it anyway.

UN-BEAT'D. FORGIVE MY MISTAKES. Tenses might be jacked up, but please, enjoy.


Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why

If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?

Zedd—Clarity.


It felt oddly…domestic, to wait for Shu to get home. Well, as much as he could call a hotel in the middle of Washinton DC a home. Gaara had been sent on special assignment from the CIA to deal with some rogue terrorist cells popping up the capital and after he had shut them down, he was waiting patiently for his aerospace engineer and habitual insomniac boyfriend to come and share his last night in the city with him.

Shu was a part of Gaara's puzzle that he had long thought did not exist, the last piece that made him feel whole, and loved and cared for. The piece that saw him as a human being and not some off freak of nature.

He had tugged off his boots, shucked his jacket off, and was reposing in a recliner with a glass of wine in hand. There were few times he drank alcohol because of the possible unwanted interference with his medication, but for once he felt warranted. There was no doubt that by the end of the night he would be fucked clear out of his senses.

Flicking open a worn copy of Sun Tzu' the Art of War, he flicked to chapter three, Attack by Stratagem, he read over memorized words. It was a comforting novel, one that allowed him to think about other things even while reading. At 26, he had kept his long-distance relationship with the man who was studying at MIT and then posted to NASA Johnson Space Center in Texas.

It was kismet for them to be in Washington DC at the same time and there was no way Gaara was going to pass up the chance to be with the one man he loved. Sipping the wine, he thought about Sasuke and Naruto, the two who made him believe in love, and how, if it wasn't for Sasuke breaking his heart that time, he would have never met his soulmate.

"Strange enough those two are just…two," Gaara muttered.

For the longest, while he had imagined that Sasuke would rebuild his majestic bloodline, what with the Uchiha's coming from an Emperor's chosen guards. A family like that had to come back to full force, but he was not one to decide.

His phone pinged and he plucked it up to see that Shu was on his way.

Be there in twelve minutes and forty-six seconds with negligible 32 nanoseconds.

Laughing, Gaara went back to his book and began timing it in his head and three seconds of Shu's estimate, a keycard slid the lock green. He placed the glass on the table and looked up; as a token, Shu looked like a hobo under a bridge instead of the brilliant aerospace engineer he was.

His hair was askew, his hoodie was rucked up and his jeans were stained with coffee and mustard and whatever food he had gobbled on his train ride to the city. He toed off his chucks and came to Gaara, "Hey beautiful. How's tricks?"

Gaara wrinkled his nose, "You smell like smoke, BBQ sauce, dirt, and…fuel?"

"I may have or may not have sold some rocket fuel on the black market to the Kazakhi mafia," Shu grinned.

"Careful," Gaara narrowed his eyes, "I am a CIA agent, I can haul you into lockup for a claim like that."

"I'm joking B," Shu rolled his grey eyes then wiggled his brows. "I need a shower though; I feel like ass. Wanna join me?"

Closing the book, Gaara said, "If you put it that way—"

Laughing, Shu grabbed him and hauled Gaara out of the seat. Instead of saying a word, he spun the redhead around, forcing a laugh from Gaara, and then kissed him, too chastely for Gaara's liking. "Bathroom."

They went to the en-suite with Shu stripping with every step he took, dumping his hoodie, ripping his shirt off, kicking off his shoes and showing his tenting boxer briefs as they entered the wide room. Gaara pulled his polo off and stepped out of his jeans too, before doing away with his underwear.

Cocking a brow, he asked. "Why are you not naked?"

"I just wanted to see that ass," Shu grinned before sliding the last stitch of clothing off his body. They stepped into the shower with Shu fiddling the knobs up to warm, then back Gaara up on the wall and kissed him, possessing his mouth the same way he seems to do everything else with a combination of confidence and gentle sweetness that completely unraveled Gaara.

He angled his head so the spray would not get into Gaara's eyes as they kept kissing and grinding, hot, hard cocks together. He cupped Gaara's hip in one broad hand and ran the other between his cheeks to find Gaara's clenching opening.

With a soft push, his wet fingers slid inside and let out a groan that came from the depths of his gut. The heat of Shu's muscled body and the heat of the water mixing with the press of his fingers inside Gaara made the redhead a little dizzy.

Shu groaned when Gaara ran his hands down the older man's muscular back to pull him closer and mouthed at his stubbled chin while the water was running down his jaw. Sinking another hand into Shu's thick hair that was now a mop of dark swirls. Shu fingered Gaara's hole gently, just teasing, but the shudders and gasps escaping Gaara was no laughing matter.

"Good?" Shu whispered say against Gaara's open mouth.

"Good," Gaara hissed nodding, then he drops his head down onto Shu's chest, loving how it was meaty and muscular and gorgeous.

A jolt of arousal rocked through Gaara as a second finger slid into him and he whimpered at the stroke over his prostate, his hole clenching down on Shu's fingers. "Oh fuck," he panted. "It's been so long."

"You don't finger yourself?" Shu asked while kissing Gaara's ear. "No toys?"

"No," Gaara shook his head.

"Remind me to get you a dildo as thick as my arm when we're done here."

Gaara latched onto Shu's nipples, sucking them as Shu explore him with his fingers. His heat was addictive and Gaara could not get enough of him. He pressed closer to him, our erections sliding together as a third finger slid inside him and Gaara cried out—a foreign sound of lust escaping his throat.

"Kiss me," Shu groans, and without a word, Gaara grabbed Shu's face and slammed their mouths together, his thick tongue sliding into Gaara's mouth while his fingers were deep in Gaara's hole, but suddenly the fingers were gone and Shu ghosts his finger over Gaara's hole, and keeps doing it, sending shivers through the redhead, until pulled away and reached for the conditioner.

"Turn around, beautiful," Shu ordered,

Turning to press his cheek on the warmed wall, Gaara felt his breath catch when a warm chest rested on his back and slick hands grabbed and parted his cheeks. The thick, hot dome of Shu's cock met his hole and inch, by fucking torturous inch, Shu slid home, spearing Gaara in half all through it.

Wordless and breathless, Gaara shuddered at the sensation of being too full. Bracing his hands on the tile he breathed in, "So fucking big."

Warm lips were on his shoulder, "Nice and tight for me, god, I love your body."

"Then—" Gaara licked his lips. "—fuck me already."

Shu pulled out and slammed into him, that first stroke catching Gaara so off-guard that he had to cry out. Shu fucked Gaara deeply, surging into the hilt and pulling back for long, hard strokes. Trapping Gaara's hands on the wall, his hips did all the work, ramming his hot, cock into Gaara over and over and over again until the redhead was on the verge of tears.

"If you could see what I'm seeing baby," Shu whispered. "My thick fucking cock sliding in and out of your tight ass. It's fucking filthy. I want to fill you up with my cum and watch it drip out of you. I can come just by looking at us fucking."

Shu slowly pulls out, to peel Gaara off the wall to ben him over the handles, grabbed his hip, and began to jackhammer his cock into Gaara. Flashes of light kept going off behind Gaara's eyes as Shu, nails his prostate, every, fucking, time. His cock was turgid but he could care less, all he cared about was the ecstasy Shu was feeding him by his rock-hard cock.

"Harder," Gaara chocked out. "Please!"

"Take it, baby," Shu growled. "Take all of it."

The water pounding over Gaara's head made him feel as if they were fucking under a waterfall. Shu gives more hard thrusts and Gaara's legs can barely able to hold him up. Shu fucked Gaara in long, deep strokes that filled Gaara so perfectly, he felt Shu grab his own rock-hard erection, pumping it while his cock kept battering Gaara's nerve endings.

Gaara felt wrecked by Shu's cock his whole body straining simultaneously to get away and to move closer. Like an out-of-body experience, he could hear himself moaning brokenly but it sounds like it's coming from miles away. Shu's cock was turning his insides to liquid heat. He clenched his internal muscles around him, and pleasure shot through Gaara like a lance.

Shu pulled Gaara's hips up farther and keeps fucking hard while heat prickles in his lower back. Shu placed a hand to Gaara's belly, just above his groin, holding me tight to him, changing his angle so he penetrates the redhead even deeper. Gaara's ass is throbbing with pleasure and a little bit of soreness from his powerful thrusts.

His balls pulled up tight and with another three of Shu's thrusts, Gaara's orgasm shot through him like a nuclear bomb, the agony of pleasure ripping him from inside and out, torn out by Shu's cock and his hand.

Gaara's whole body clenches in white-hot pleasure and dimly he can hear Shu cry out, distantly, as I clench around him…and then he's coming too, legs trembling, chest heaving, and cock branding Gaara's inside with wet hot cum.

"Fuck, baby," he moans against Gaara's neck, as he slid out of the redhead in a rush of heat, leaving Gaara feeling empty in his wake. Boneless, Gaara felt wrung out, his slack opening still spasming a little as Shu's come sliding out.

Shu spun Gaara around and pulled Gaara to him, kissing his mouth, in an open, filthy kiss. All Gaara could do was put his arms around his neck and kiss him passionately.

"Baby…"

"Hm?" Gaara said.

"You wanna like…marry me?"

Green eyes flew open. "What?"

Shu kissed Gaara's mouth. "Be my husband. You wanna? Be my sanity?"

There's a soft look in Shu's eyes and he pushed Gaara's wet hair back and kissed his on the temple and then Gaara's mouth. He took a moment to think about it; there was something about Shu that made Gaara feel so safe, so content. In all his life, Gaara had never felt anything like it.

"Yes," he smiled. "I'll marry you if you'll be my clarity."

Later that night in bed, Shu presented Gaara with the plain titanium engagement ring. "You've made me the happiest man alive."

Knowing that there were many hurdles they had to go over, Gaara said, "Keep that thought for the next twenty years and tell me then."


CIA Headquarters

Fairfax County, Virginia


"You're fucking engaged!" Sasuke gaped.

Spinning the ring on his finger, Gaara said, "You aren't?"


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