AN: Finally the moment you've all been waiting for.
WARNING: Contains graphic sexual scenarios. Read at your own discretion.
Why was it that every chunin exam involved something awful happening to him? Either a village was being ripped apart or it was him personally.
Gaara had gone out to the desert, avoiding his guards in able to help out his student, Matsuri. How he could call himself Kazekage, and 'hide' in his study was a ridiculous claim.
No, he helped them, then got caught in a devious trap meant to drag Shukaku out of his body. Fuu had shown up to save the day, and he had the pleasure of realizing that she was a jinchuriki too. Then they both had to be saved by Neji, someone who was not actually a jinchuriki, surprise surprise.
Now the exams were canceled, evaluations would be made depending on how everyone fared so far. No battle royale, which dissapointed more than a few important people.
Whatever, he didn't care about that. As long as everyone was safe and sound nothing else mattered.
What was strange was that Fuu girl asked to take a bath with him again, and although he found it flattering he also knew that she wasn't approaching him out of 'romantic stirrings'. She was just a very open girl with a lot of weird social quirks. At any rate he pointed her to where the bathhouse was, and somehow he got pressured into using the mens side while she and a few other girls used the women's side. The bath itself was outside, and separated by a stone wall, but people could still easily talk to each other as it wasn't too high. Probably ten feet.
"Eh?! Why is there a wall here?!" Fuu whined, and he could already hear her splashing around.
"Because if there wasn't then the boys would be attacking us, and there would be too much blood in the water." The bell like chime of Sakura's voice spoke sarcastically from the other side. With his ears perked he called out to her.
"Sakura?" He said it loud enough that a few girls squealed on the other side.
'Oh no...'
"That's the Kazekage!" One girl splashed around excitedly while whoever else was with her giggled.
"Great job, Gaara! Now all the girls in here are going to be freaking out-"
"I didn't mean to cause a scene, I was just wondering if it was you." Gaara huffed, and a few more squeals erupted on the other side.
"I'm so glad you made it!" A buzzing, or fluttering sound was heard before he felt water dripping onto his head. He looked up at the dark skinned girl with blue green hair, and felt the urge to chuckle a bit. "Hey! You're not wearing a towel-!"
He had to plug his ears over the loud eruption of squeals that sounded over the fact that he was indeed naked.
"Fuu! Get down! You're going to get in trouble!" Sakura hissed, and he could see that Fuu was being tugged at from the other side.
"No! I wanted to bathe with my new friends! I don't care if he's naked-!"
"It's against the rules!" Sakura started to shout, but the jinchuriki batted her hand away before flying up higher.
Ah, well, it seemed she didn't favor towels either...
"I'm going to bathe with Gaara! He's way more friendly!" The winged girl stuck out her tongue rudely before jumping off into the pool where Gaara was sitting. He blinked a few times realizing that he was going to get both a bath and a show.
"HE'S FRIENDLY WITH YOU BECAUSE HE'S A FUCKING MAN!" Sakura was suddenly up on the wall, holding her soaking towel up to conceal herself. The redhead snorted at her furious expression, putting his hands up in surrender when she turned to glare at him. "Don't you dare move from that spot-!"
"Wouldn't dream of it." He gave her a smirk, and with a roll of her eyes she jumped in after the winged jinchuriki.
"No! I'm staying!" Fuu splashed at Sakura with her wings, and the pinkette took on a delirious expression.
"STOP RISING ABOVE THE WATER!" Sakura screeched before launching her first attack.
Gaara did as he was told, drinking a cup of tea while watching two scandalous women wrestle each other practically to death. This was honestly one of the best things he had ever seen in his life-
Scratch that, Sakura lost her towel, it was now currently the best thing he had ever seen in his life.
"Stop it! I want to stay!" Fuu grappled the pink haired kunoichi, throwing her over her shoulder before dunking her head. Sakura came up for air, dragging herself over to some rocks to cough violently. She looked like a drowned cat, but still undeniably sexy.
"You can't stay, and bathe with Gaara-" The pinkette croaked, her arms shaking with over exertion.
"Why not-!?" As Fuu whined Sakura turned around with renewed energy.
"BECAUSE ITS PERVERTED!" The pinkette punched the water, causing two tidal waves to splash up against every surface in the mens bath. The redhead was thoroughly doused in water, and his teacup had magically disappeared.
"So what?" The winged jinchuriki tilted her head as water dripped off her whole frame.
The pinkette looked dumbfounded, and to be honest he didn't know if he could blame her.
"You don't care if he sees you naked, but what if he tries to touch you?! Or something worse than that-?!"
"Then he does it? I don't really see the problem." Fuu answered honestly, and wrung out the water in her hair leaving the pink haired kunoichi to fumble with her words.
"So you would just let him bend you over, and rail you till the cows came home!? That's a fucking option for you-!?" Sakura was really losing it, and he could hear it in the way that she sounded. It was nearly crazed.
"He's handsome, and nice. So why not?" The winged jinchuriki finally placed the straw that broke the camel's back. He could practically hear a twig snapping in the pinkette's head.
'Uh oh-'
"WHY NOT?! I'LL TELL YOU WHY IT'S NOT OKAY-!" She went to charge up another hit to the water, but luckily she was close enough to the redhead that he was able to catch that fist before she threw it. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!"
"Sakura, calm down-"
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOU PERVERT!" She turned to smack him across the face avoiding his ultimate defense, and it landed harder than he thought it would. It hurt so bad that he actually had to put his hand up to his cheek to try and soothe the pain.
"Ow..." Gaara winced, but kept one strong arm on the wild kunoichi. "That was uncalled for-"
"Oh really?! Fucking bite me, Gaara!"
"Stop fighting!" Fuu cried out sadly, and he knew that by trying to step in he may have compromised the situation, but it was either him getting hit, or his new 'friend' getting hit.
"Fuu, would you be so kind as to hop over to the women's side? I need to talk to Sakura for a moment." The redhead tried giving a reassuring smile, but it still seemed to dampen the girl's spirits.
"I'm sorry..." Fuu looked down at the water somberly.
"It'll be fine, just go have fun with the other girls." He waved her off with a more genuine smile, and that seemed to brighten her a little bit. She flew out of the water, and over the wall ending with a splash on the other side.
With a frustrated sigh he turned to narrow his eyes at the girl in his grasp. She stubbornly looked away from him, and he felt a great desire to force her to look him in the eye.
"You were actually going to hurt her with that last hit." His voice lowered in an authoritative way, getting her to glare at him. "I've seen you get mad at other people's shenanigans, but that was excessive-"
"I don't care." She furrowed her pink brows, looking away once more with a bitter flush to her cheeks. He shook her by the arm to get her attention once more.
"You know better, Sakura. You represent your village when you are away from it, and right now you just about ruined any ties you might have with the village hidden in-"
"I said I don't care!" Sakura went to shove his chest, but he quickly caught her wrist before it could connect.
"Stop. You are out of control, pull yourself together." Gaara held her there, and she struggled like a fish on a line. "Sakura, I'm not letting you go until you have cooled off-"
"Like I said before, bite me!" She tried breaking away with a fierce growl, but he pulled her dangerously close to him as a result.
"If you wanted my attention you certainly got it, however I would much rather praise you than have to punish you. Do you understand?" He meant it in the most non-sexual way possible, but apparently her head was somewhere else sparking a brilliant red blush on her cheeks.
When it was clear to him that she took it the wrong way he felt a little bashful about it too, seeing as they were both in a bath together. Naked, and alone.
"I didn't mean it that way-"
"Oh don't lie to me, yes you did!" The pinkette tried jerking her hands, but he pulled them back. There was the faintest smile for a moment on her face before turning back into anger.
'She's... enjoying this?!' His head reeled, trying desperately to put pieces together.
Then it clicked. It was there right in front of him the whole time, he was just too distracted to actually see the whole picture.
"You're jealous of her..." As his eyes widened at the realization he saw the kunoichi stiffen. "...the idea of me sleeping with other women bothers you-"
"IT DOES NOT!" Sakura screeched, violently flailing around he quickly had to grab hold of her waist to try and keep her from doing anything stupid. "Pervert! PERVERT!"
"I really don't care if you call me that, I'm honestly trying to just hold you down so you don't break anything." He waited apathetically as she wriggled in his arms like a caught fish. "Calm down, and I'll let you go."
"No-!"
"Calm down, and I'll do whatever you want." Gaara made a bold offer, and she instantly stilled.
"What if what I want is for you to go fuck yourself?" The pinkette hissed, and then snickered darkly at her little insult.
Didn't she know that he could do so many things with that sentence?
"That depends on whether you are sticking around to watch." The redhead whispered into her ear, stilling every muscle, even into her lungs.
"You're... disgusting..." Sakura looked hard at the water, but she began to relax which was the whole point.
"I'm joking-"
"No you're not. You'd do it if I asked you to." The pinkette pushed herself out of his arms, and swam over to the wall separating the baths.
"Any requests?" He hollered after her as she climbed up out of the water, stark nude one might add. However, she showed no signs of bashfulness over him seeing it.
"No." Sakura shot back apathetically, and jumped over into the women's bath.
Well, that was interesting. Interesting enough for him to contemplate beating his head against a wall for the next few days.
- ... - ... - ...
Gaara stared up at the ceiling. Laying in his bed was a very strange feeling, but he knew he was too worked up to accidentally fall asleep.
He wished that he could have done something different, soothed her in another way so that she wouldn't be mad at him.
It pissed him off, and he rolled onto his side to punch one of his many pillows. The thing was about to rip when he heard his door open ever so quietly.
He stilled, pretending to sleep even though it was rather idiotic. Everyone here knew that he didn't, but his enemies didn't know that. So depending on who it was they would either think he was being ridiculous, or they would make a fatal mistake.
The door closed with a soft latching noise, bare feet padded gently over stone to his bed. The person was breathing anxiously, and he wondered just who the hell would try to sneak up on him in the middle of the-
A scent hit him, a soft floral with a fruity finish. It had his skin crawling with the need to roll over, and double check that it was her. He decided to keep painfully still instead.
The bed dipped, making his heart beat so fast he thought it might explode. This was so precarious, this moment had to be treated with the utmost gentleness less she flee away from him like a frightened animal.
Oh god, but if she did run he had a very strong urge to give chase, and snatch her up by the neck-
'Too dark, Gaara. That part of you isn't safe.'
The redhead tensed as her body curled up next to him, draping her arm around his waste to pull herself as close as possible. He didn't even think he could breathe less he actually startle her-
"I'm sorry." Sakura whispered, and nuzzled her face against his back.
Ah, this was not a midnight rendezvous. It was an apology.
Part of him sunk at the thought, but he burried it like all of the rest of the emotions that caused him trouble.
"You know I can't stay mad at you." The redhead chuckled breathily, and began to relax against her.
She stayed silent, her hand stroking his bare abdomen mindlessly. It was a soothing motion that had him fearing that he might fall asleep, but he didn't want her to stop either. He heard her swallow hard, assuming that she must still be beating herself up about it.
"Does it hurt... not being able to sleep?" The pinkette murmured, and despite not facing her he still gave a silent nod. "I can't even imagine how much your body must ache."
"It's just sore... I wouldn't say it's debilitating." Gaara took a deep, calming breath. Moments like these were rare, and they truly did make a difference in giving him any sort of relief.
"Would you like me to rub your shoulders? I've always wanted to try giving a chakra fused massage... and you're actually a perfect candidate-"
"Is that why you came here? So I could be your guinea pig?" The redhead chuckled at the thought, but her snickers in his ear told him that his assumption may be correct.
"Partly... I mostly just wanted to apologize for how I acted." Sakura sighed, everything going quiet soon after. However, it didn't last long. Her hands started squeezing at his deltoid eagerly. "Roll onto your stomach, I'll rub your back and shoulders."
Gaara blinked at first, he had never recieved a massage before so he wasn't sure on whether it was going to be pleasant or painful. He had heard that at times it could be both.
Eventually his curiosity got the better of him, and he slowly rolled onto his stomach with arms resting on either side, and his head turned to lay as flat as possible on the mattress. He was nervous, tensing even further as he felt her weight settle on his backside.
'This already feels so awkward...' The redhead frowned at first, but then he felt soft hands gliding across his skin. He trembled at the ghosting sensation, realizing that she was slowly adding more and more pressure until she eventually began kneading into his shoulders with her thumbs and palms.
Gaara groaned with relief, grunting here and there when she would reach a tender spot, but her chakra was good about dulling the pain.
"How is it so far?" The pinkette spoke just above a whisper, leaning forward to put a bit more weight into her hands. The redhead hummed with approval, getting a giggle for the effort.
"Really good..." Gaara sighed, his head lulling into a relaxed state that wasn't enough to put him to sleep, but still did have a rather rested effect.
Her hands continued down his back, the muscles along his spine finally relaxing for the first time in ages. Everything was beginning to feel loose, and refreshed.
Her hands came back up, working their tingling magic on every inch even up into his neck and scalp. Deep breaths were taken, making him feel as if he were melting into the mattress itself.
"Hey roll over, and I'll get your pectorals too." Sakura ordered, and he spacily obeyed finally coming round to actually look at her for the first time tonight. Once on his back his eyes began to settle on her form, noting the silky jade pajama set she was wearing. A tank top, and loose shorts that seemed to hike up her thighs when she sat down. He could tell the fabric was thin, and settled here and there on her like a second skin while also remaining baggy enough to not be scandalous.
It didn't matter, anything she wore was sinful to him. Anything that clung to her gorgeous body had him envious, as he wanted nothing more than to cling to her naked form too.
She gave him a knowing smile, her bottom sitting itself precariously on his lap before she leaned forward to rub along the front side of his neck and shoulders. The tank top was baggy enough that he could see rather far down her shirt.
No bra... he wondered if she was wearing underwear at all tonight too-
"Hey." The pinkette snapped her fingers in front of his eyes, forcing him to blink quickly. The hand pointed upwards, leading him to look up into her shining jade eyes. "Eyes up here please, I'm providing a service not a show."
"Is massage the only service you offer?" Gaara raised one naked brow at her teasingly, and recieved a light smack on the chest for his mischief.
"If you're expecting me to 'service you' like a hooker then I demand cash up front-"
"Hold on, I'll go grab my wallet-ow!" The redhead snickered while also wincing under her devilish fingers. She had pinched his deltoid rather hard for his antics. He was surprised that his ultimate defense didn't kick in.
"You can't afford me." Sakura scoffed, and a genuine laugh escaped him.
He was quickly entranced by the way she started working on him, her slightly glowing hands working at his chest with a bit more carefulness than what she had done with his back. It was so pleasant that the redhead swore that if he could purr then he would have certainly done so.
"You've... really grown..." The pinkette blurted out quietly as she worked, her hands now beginning to rub gently over his ribs. It didn't tickle, but it did feel a bit strange. "You're so muscular now. I remember treating your injuries two years ago... you didn't have the build you have now-"
"Well, I could say the same for you. In comparison to the first time I saw you naked, this last time really took the cake-"
"Oh shut up!" Sakura huffed, an intense blush invaded her cheeks at the reminder of what he had seen today. "I'm just fortunate that I didn't catch an eyeful of you below the waist-"
"Why? You've touched it, might as well see it." Gaara teased her further, her hands twitching at one point as they slowly moved down his abdomen.
"You're so stupid! I haven't touched the damn thing directly!" The pinkette truly started to get pissed off, putting a little bit more pressure onto his abs than what he was prepared for. He tensed in discomfort, showing off his lean muscle more than before.
A fresh blush hit her cheeks when she saw the lines to his body, but her innocent curiosity seemed to get the better of her as she traced the indentations throughout his torso. His eyes followed her tracing fingers as they tingled against the skin, and as they went lower than his navel he tensed further with anticipation.
Sakura felt over the v-cuts that led to his groin, but went no further than the waistband. Her eyes searched his dark drawstring pants while her nails scratched lightly over the edge.
He said nothing, as he knew that any word that came out of his mouth now would startle her like a small animal of prey.
"How far do these go?" The pinkette went back to running her fingertips over the cut lines of his lower abdomen, the redhead trying his hardest not to shiver from the touch.
"Pretty far down..." Gaara answered very softly so as not to disturb her exploration of him, but his voice had her looking up all the same.
When her jade orbs found his coal rimmed ones he felt as if they might have been asking him something, and he wasn't sure if he made a clear enough answer in the way that he blinked or breathed.
Suddenly his attention was disturbed, forcing his eyes back down to see her dainty fingers beginning to tug at the ties of his waistband.
'Is this... really happening?' He swallowed hard, his lids blinking in disbelief as the tie unraveled. She tensed, gently pulling at the fabric just enough to see were his v-cuts really went. Unfortunately her hand had nudged something that was eager for attention, and she squeaked as a result letting the fabric go quickly.
The redhead almost groaned, wanting more than anything for her hand to wrap around his hardened length. He almost had an urge just to guide her hand himself, but he knew that this whole thing was up to her alone.
"You're hard." Sakura frowned, and that frown made him feel more self conscious than he'd care to admit. He awkwardly cleared his throat before looking off to the side.
"Sorry-"
"No! It's... fine... I should have figured... you know... with the touching..." The pinkette took a few shallow breaths before anxiously shifting halfway off his lap. "Is this too weird for you?"
Gaara raised a naked brow at that, his curiosity forcing him to face her again. Her hands were back, playing with the hem of his pants innocently while she wore a shy expression.
Perhaps this wasn't as fruitless as he initially thought.
"It's only weird if you think it is. Other than that, I don't mind it." He murmured softly, just as careful as he had before. The pulling returned, and this time he barely lifted his hips for her to get a bit further in revealing more of him.
The fabric, however, decided to get caught up on his 'anatomy', forcing the girl to squeak again. He stayed calm, and thankfully she didn't try to conceal anything that she hadn't already exposed. The top half of his pubic bone was showing, and apparently that was enough to make her stumble in her efforts.
"You don't have to do anything with it if you don't want to, and if you want to look I don't mind that either." The redhead decided to throw out the option, and see if she would do anything with it. Surprisingly she didn't react poorly, she gave a nod of agreement to his suggestion, and slowly started sliding more of the fabric away.
A bit of the shaft showed, and an audible gulp was heard. She was practically sweating she was so nervous. She pulled further revealing a great deal more than she was probably prepared for, but it was when she got passed the tip that she nearly jumped in surprise.
The thing about being 'hard' was the fact that when the erection was pressed down it had a tendency to spring back up once released. It seemed to startle the kunoichi a bit, and he almost let out a laugh at her fear of it.
He must have made a sound, as her challenging eyes shot back up to glare at him. His lips made a tight line, trying desperately to hold in his humor less the moment be ruined forever.
"You knew it was going to do that." Sakura hissed, and unfortunately he had to cover his mouth with his hand to keep the giggle contained. "Yeah yeah, laugh it up."
Her bitterness seemed to make her a little less fearful, and her eyes zeroed in on his erection with a glare. She stared at it for far longer than what should have been necessary, but he wasn't going to argue about it. He did say that she could look, and not touch if she so desired.
The pinkette took a shaking breath, her face turning innocent once more before reaching out with hesitant fingers. His heart started pounding, his blood warming him as her delicate hand carefully brushed along his shaft with feathery fingertips.
Goosebumps broke out along his skin as tingles errupted from the slightest touch. He had never been so sensitive before, and it came as shock to find her feathery touch to be giving him such a strong reaction.
"It's... warm..." Sakura murmured, suddenly growing fixated on it. Her hand went to gently trace his entire erection, base to tip. He did shiver that time, and a small puff of heated breath escaped him as the sensation struck hard. "Does it tickle or something?"
Gaara laughed for a moment, and shook his head with a smile choosing to remain silent for once. It seemed to be all that she needed to know, and her hand hesitantly let go for a small moment so that she could stop to think.
He gave her that time, knowing that it was best if she decided on her own whether or not she wanted to go further.
"Gaara...?" The pinkette looked about herself awkwardly before wringing her hands. She seemed so nervous now.
"You don't have to go further if you don't want to. I can take care of it myself later-"
"Ah- no. That's... not what I was going to ask..." Sakura blushed hard then, and he cursed himself for possibly taking away her initial thought. "Can you... show me... um..."
The redhead blinked owlishly at her, understanding her meaning yet disbelieving that she was even asking him such a thing.
"You want to watch me do it?" His tone was not teasing, if anything it was an honest and caring sound. She didn't make eye contact, but she nodded jerkily before giving a quick bite to her bottom lip. Although in shock, his body seemed to force his hand down to his erection to give it a healthy grip. "Alright. If you get too freaked out just let me know-"
"I'm already freaked out!" The pinkette whined like a child, once again forcing him to tense up with the urge to laugh. He held it in, but the humor was written on his face.
"We can stop whenever you want, is what I'm trying to say." Gaara gave her a reassuring smile, and while it seemed to butter her up at first, the comment was quickly turned against him.
"So, what if I want you to stop right before you get there?" Sakura asked innocently enough, but the idea of it had him already tensing with discomfort.
"Then I stop, and pick it up after you leave." He was honest with her, and she seemed to appreciate it.
"Well, what if I don't want to leave?" A small smile started to appear on her face that made him even more on edge.
"Then I guess I'll be hurting tomorrow..." More honesty. The redhead was not a stranger to blue balling, most men have experienced it at least once in their lives if not a few times. However, just because he had done it before did not mean that it didn't hurt like hell.
The sinister smile she gave made his stomach churn. He wondered if she enjoyed torturing him in some way.
"Okay, sounds good. Go ahead." Sakura waved her hand in a 'go' fashion, it was so casual that he wondered if her initial discomfort was all an act.
Well, he wasn't going to even try asking, he might as well give her what she wanted. If she desired a show, then he'd give her a show.
Gaara started slowly at first, almost cautiously. Gliding his hand over the skin in a teasing fashion. It seemed to get her attention, and she studied the way his fingertips swirled over his own skin before he took himself more firmly into his palm.
The redhead exhaled long and slow, trying to relax as he massaged his length up and down. With each pump of his hand he felt that spark go through him, flittering out through his arms and legs after warming his core.
She was hovering now, watching intently as he stroked himself. A blush warmed her cheeks darker and darker as he went about his business, but her eyes stayed completely invested.
A wave finally got him with more intensity than the others, forcing a low sound to escape his throat. Her sparkling jade orbs darted to his face then, and the intensity of which they stared had him blushing rather hard.
When it happened again she quickly looked away wide eyed, her innocence shining through more than he had ever seen.
"You're... actually getting off to this..." The pinkette flushed near scarlet as she stated the fact out loud, and it was so ridiculous that he gave a breathless laugh.
"Yeah, that's the point." Gaara laughed further when she shot him a glare for his teasing. However the laughter faded away into a legitimate moan, bringing back the initial awkwardness from before.
"Are you going to... uh... orgasm?" Sakura made a rather strange face that made him want to laugh again, but he simply smiled while shaking his head.
"Not yet... no... I like to... take my time..." The redhead started to pant, his eyes growing lidded from the consistent strokes along his shaft.
He was watching her as her eyes darted between his face and his work, and while she seemed uncomfortable she also seemed to be just as curious.
"What do you like to think about, you know, when you do this?" The pinkette leaned in a bit for a closer look, her brows furrowing as she noticed his tip begin to grow wet.
"That... is private..." Gaara tensed as another harsh wave hit him worse than the others, a loud moan slipping past his careful control. He held a hand over his own mouth, and breathed heavily through his nose as he tried to keep from crying out in front of her.
He was getting close now, so close he could almost taste it-
"Okay, stop. Please..." Sakura grew flustered as she made her request, and it had his stomach sinking as he managed to get in two more strokes before breaking away with a pained groan through his teeth.
"Hnngh-damn it..." The redhead cursed, clenching the bedding underneath him as he gritted his teeth. It was pulsing, aching to finish, and yet he was denying himself what his body now desperately needed.
As he huffed a few aggravated breaths he just barely saw her expression before she turned away. She seemed to pity him, the regret in her features was strong even as she hid her frown behind her clenched hands.
"I'm sorry..." The pinkette murmured sadly, but he didn't want her to feel bad about getting nervous over the ordeal.
"It's fine... I'll live." Gaara gave a slight breathless laugh before taking a deep inhale. The exhale was slow, and calming, but it only did so much to cool him down.
Something touched the tip of him, making him nearly jolt out of his skin.
"Is this precum?" Sakura rubbed his essence between her fingers experimentally, and he balked at the fact that she found no shyness there in comparison to everything else.
"Uh... yeah. It is-" His words got caught in his throat as her fingers slid around his flushed length. Her eyes studying the erection, and the fluid it produced with great interest.
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft firmly, and then started the motions where he left off. The shock from it had him groaning with delight while his hips arched up to meet her hand, leaving her thoroughly flushed.
"Is it okay?" She tried checking in, but grew bashful when he gave a true moan for her.
"Yes... It feels... good..." The redhead melted to the touch, his heart pounding relentlessly against his sternum as her perfect lithe hand pumped him with a healing touch-
Just then an intense energy flow went through him. Her fingers glowing with chakra gave a violent push of pleasure that drove him straight into an erotic abandon. The intensity was so much that his heels dug into the mattress, the electric sensation forcing his fingers to claw into anything they could find.
He was cursing, sweating, and he knew he was probably frightening her with how strong his reactions were, but he didn't realize just how incredible that flow of chakra was going to feel. He didn't know she was going to pull something like that on him, especially since he had been edging for so long.
"Does it... still feel good-?" She asked anxiously.
"Fuck yes...!" Gaara nearly screamed, his hands came up to run his fingers through his own crimson hair while his pale hips rocked into her working palm.
Her blush overtook her completely, but she never stopped.
Sakura whimpered shyly, but forced her hand to move faster making his body arch with another harsh curse. The heat and pleasure were overwhelming, and the white hot sensation drove him over the final edge.
"Sakura-!" The redhead groaned shamefully as his length began to pulse. With each wave came a gush of fluid that began to pool over his abdomen.
Gaara was breathing, yes, but it was shallow from how much his muscles had constricted. He could feel the blood pounding through his skull while it tilted back in a near painful ecstasy.
It felt far too good. That energy of hers had taken over his entire sex, and coaxed it in just the right way to make him nearly burst into tears. She was hushing him, he could hear her begging him softly to quiet down, but she did not realize that this was probably the best orgasm he had ever recieved in his entire life, and he did not have them often either.
He gave one last silent trembling cry before his tensing form relaxed onto the bed, finally coming down from a truly magnificent and lengthy high. The electricity that had taken over was beginning to buzz out into a low tingle, and then finally the relief kicked in.
The redhead was desperate for air, breathing harshly with his eyes clamped tight. He could feel her fingers still tracing curiously over his sensitive length through the mess he had created, and although it made him twitch and tremble he felt he couldn't ask her to stop.
No, if he could do it all over again right that very second he would have done it in a heart beat.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" The pinkette ran her unoccupied clean hand through his damp locks, waking him up with her soothing touch. His lidded eyes stared at her in hazy wonder, while she stared back at him with worry.
It was so quick, and probably a stupid thing to do, but she was close enough that he barely had to lean forward to do it.
He kissed her with every ounce of appreciation he had. Her gasp of surprise from it left her vulnerable, and he shamelessly took advantage of the opening by deepening the kiss. It was heated, desperate, affectionate, and needy, but it was never denied either. She let him kiss her how he wanted, and she seemed to melt into it herself.
"Sakura..." The redhead breathed against her lips, getting a whimper for his effort. "Let me return the favor... please-"
Sakura squeaked, pulling away from him with a fearful expression. Her eyes darted around his frame for a moment, and she found the distraction she was searching for.
"You're all dirty... I'll be right back." The pinkette whispered anxiously, then slipped away from him so quickly he figured her to be practically running away.
Thankfully she didn't, she simply went into his adjoined bathroom to grab a towel. Not making eye contact she returned to the bed, and started the process of absorbing the viscous fluid on his abdomen.
"Sakura-"
"Please... this was already a lot... I wasn't planning on... I just wanted to..." Sakura was beginning to tremble, her hands shaking as she blotted and wiped up the semen that was really his responsibility. He appreciated her kindness, but it wasn't her job to clean up after him.
"Let me do that-"
"No, I got it." The pinkette argued, and quickly finished her task.
"Hey." Gaara grabbed hold of her wrist before she could pull away, his eyes locking onto hers in all seriousness. "It's okay. We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to. I'm sorry, I just wanted you to feel good too."
The redhead tried smiling for her, but felt it fall as she started to look around the room nervously.
"Hey..." His hands moved her jaw, tilting it up so that he could kiss her gently. She finally hummed, and relaxed into the motion.
Kissing seemed to be her weakness, as she merely tossed the towel over the edge of the bed in favor of crawling further into his arms. Her kiss became frantic for a moment, biting and sucking at his lips and tongue while one arm found their way around his neck.
The other slid down between them...
Alright, so he wasn't returning the favor specifically, but at least he could still be there to watch her in her most vulnerable state.
His kiss stayed hypnotic as he listened carefully for her. She started to breath harshly, and her body moved like a wave in front of him.
"Gaara... please..." Sakura mewled on his lips before grabbing one of his hands to bring it forward to her breast. The mound was soft under his gripping fingers, and with the silkiness of her tank top his thumb had no problem gliding over her perked nipple. She cried against his mouth, her body answering him in every way. "Yes... yes..."
Gaara pulled away for a moment to view her, and sure enough her hand was concealed underneath her pajama shorts. He forced her to remove her hand, much to her fighting him over it, and eventually maneuvered her to the point that her tank was peeled away from her stunning form.
The pinkette whimpered, placing her arms across her chest to conceal herself from him, but he was on the move again.
The redhead pressed her down onto the mattress, his hand guiding her back between her legs while his mouth kissed and licked along her chest.
"Gaara-!" Sakura squealed, her body turning this way and that under the pleasurable action. Soon his hands had a firm grip on her shorts, forcing her to be rid of those too. "G-Gaara, wait-!"
Gaara stopped himself, looking down at the damage he had already caused. It made him wince over how stupid and impatient he had become.
"I'm... so sorry... are you okay?" He took a calming breath to get his head screwed back on, and she seemed to study him for a moment as he gathered himself.
"Yeah, just a little exposed..." The pinkette tried covering herself again with her arms, but there was just too much to try to hide.
"Do you want to keep going?" The redhead asked gently, and luckily it didn't take long to get a favorable answer.
"Yes. Just... no sex, okay?" Sakura huffed, stating her terms clearly for him. He nodded in agreement to them, memorizing her coy image while he thought of what he wanted to do with her.
'Bite the neck. Bite it-' The mere thought of it brought back dangerous memories, and even more dangerous habits. His body was moving out of his control, laying halfway on top of her while the rest of his weight warmed her side. Her neck was visible, available, and moving with nervous gulping.
His lips ghosted the area, and the gasp that filled her lungs sounded almost frightened. Her pulse pounded fast, and he licked along her jugular to greet it.
"Don't be afraid." He whispered, moving up to her ear to speak in a feather soft tone. "I won't hurt you, not unless you ask it of me..."
He licked the shell, gaining a sweet whining sound from her beautiful voice box. His pale hand ran it's fingers along her throat before cupping her jaw gently.
She started to moan without stimulation, making him realize that she had already started on herself. It seemed her patience had run out too, and he wondered if his own pleasure had anything to do with that.
"...Gaara..." The pinkette whimpered quietly, almost fearfully. He answered by sucking at her neck, dragging his teeth here and there like the starving animal he truly was. "Gaara!"
Her cries were echoing through his body, slowly driving him insane. The hand on her chin went south to pet along her frame, squeezing a breast here and there just to have her jolt in his eager grasp.
"I know you do this more often than I do, you have admitted that fact..." Gaara breathed against her flushed moistened skin before kissing his way back up to her ear. "What I truly wonder is if you've ever been inside-"
A whine errupted from her, and her hips rolled up to meet her working fingers with need.
"Have you?" The redhead pressed, and with another cry she shook her head in answer.
His skin was crawling then, he wanted to try it so badly it was nearly making him burn. His roaming hand lowered until it ghosted over her relentlessly moving fingers, and as he lowered slightly passed those fingers he felt a soft wet heat just begging to be entered. It set him on fire.
"Will you let me try?"
A slight sobbing noise was heard, almost like she didn't want to do this at all, but her eager nodding contradicted the sound. His breath nearly caught, but he stayed calm enough to begin parting her glistening folds.
"Thank you... Sakura..." Gaara whispered against the shell of her ear, then slipped in one finger with greater ease than he had originally anticipated.
Sakura jolted with a whimper, her working hand slowing as the fresh sensation took over. He could feel her inner walls pulsing, begging for further attention as he slowly moved the digit. He pulled out, and then inserted a second finger, gaining a slight grunt of discomfort from the foreign feeling. Her fingers stopping almost as soon as the second digit entered.
"Keep going..." The redhead ordered with a low sensual tone, and with a desperate sob she started up again.
He kissed along her throat once more, heaving heated breaths while he languidly lapped at her skin. His head was swimming now in the sound of her cries, the feel of her muscles constricting around his fingers, and the taste of her dewy skin as she broke out into a glowing sheen. She was so beautiful, and he wanted to keep her for himself for all of eternity if possible.
Gaara pumped his fingers slowly inside of her, feeling the walls tighten around him as he moved, but her whining told him that it was not discomfort that made her body react that way.
"More... please..." The pinkette begged, causing the hot blooded redhead to almost see red in the wake of the desire it caused.
He didn't answer, but he did obey her. His fingers worked quickly, and harshly to give her the purchase she needed. Her form arched, and bucked against both of their hands causing her to cry out wantonly into the dark.
She was much louder than he had been... so much louder. He wondered if this would alert someone outside the room-
'This sound is clearly not of a person in pain, nor that of a person in mourning. If anyone hears her they will not be knocking on your door.' Gaara wasn't sure if it was him or Shukaku who had said that, but he listened regardless, and picked up his speed one last time to push her over the edge.
And over the precipice she fell. Her cries were sharp enough that they almost hurt his ears, and her body tensed yet continued to undulate in beautiful feminine waves. Her inner walls contracted in rapid pulsations, milking his fingers with an intense pressure the he didn't realize her sex was capable of. It was almost crushing the digits the muscles were so strong, and he could only imagine what it might feel like against his length. It left him softly groaning at the thought regardless of being denied the privilege of testing it.
Everything was raw, and it was beautiful to watch and experience. Her body was a temple that was both open for prayer, and for human sacrifice. Vicious, and yet so generous at the same time. A loving mother with a firm hand.
He only wished he could have been making love with her in able to share in her physical nirvana, but this experience was still going to become one of his most treasured memories. He wouldn't take it back, not for the world.
"You put goddesses to shame, Sakura." The redhead whispered, his fingers abandoning her as her cries dried up. He gazed along her small yet heaving breasts, her glistening creamy skin bathed in moonlight.
He was enslaved by her ethereal beauty, and pondered on how such a creature could even exist.
"I've never seen anyone so stunning in my entire life. You are perfection... a bright sun outshining tiny stars... you're so beautiful..." Gaara brushed some damp pink locks away from her flushed face, and witnessed tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. It didn't hurt him when it probably should have, he was too enraptured with her to feel anything else.
Sakura started crying, for real this time. Her body started to heave painfully as the tears continued to pour from her eyes. He wondered if he had hurt her, but then realized quickly that she felt no physical pain.
She rolled over to face him, her arms shooting out to cling to him desperately while she mourned. It only slightly broke his heart, while the rest absorbed the moment greedily.
"I'm sorry-" The pinkette wailed, and he hushed her.
"Don't be, I understand..." The redhead held her to him protectively, kissing the top of her head like she belonged to him-
That's when the pain sunk in. He realized exactly why she was crying so hard now.
She didn't belong to him.
She didn't belong to Suna, and he would probably not see her for another few years.
What was beautiful was now broken, but he didn't let her see him cry. Instead he dedicated himself to keeping her comfortable as her heart broke in his strong arms.
Even while mourning over his thoroughly abused feelings, he regretted nothing. Gaara would let his heart become bloodied and useless if it meant that she would eventually crawl back into his bed, and lay helplessly in his arms.
He would die for her if it meant she would love him, even if her love only lasted for a moment. He would tie his own noose for it.
AN: I hope that satisfied some of you! Yes of course it is going to end on a dramatic note because drama is spicy. I can't seem to go into pure fluff, it's just not for me.
Let me know what you think in the reviews ;)