HOT SAND (sexless-edited version)
by Lemon Drops/thatreevesgirl (they're both me)
Chapter 2: Relinquishing Control
Gaara allowed himself to melt into the kiss, letting the weight shift from his knees and legs that were straddling Naruto's hips to his arms that were placed one on each side of the Hokage's chest. The contact of their lips grew hungry and soon Gaara's mouth was invaded as Naruto's tongue swept slowly against his.
Naruto had noticed that every move had been initiated by him. Gaara's body thrust against his after Naruto had done it first...Gaara's tongue would mimic the movements of Naruto's tongue...Gaara's every action was an imitation of something Naruto did. The red haired Kazekage was very sly about his lack of knowledge, because once he learned something he performed the action very well, but Naruto knew that it was mostly an act to cover Gaara's inexperience.
Naruto pushed against Gaara's chest to break the kiss. Completely out of breath Gaara growled at the removal of the warmth and wetness of his partner's mouth. The young Hokage didn't waste any time beating around the bush…conversation in a situation like this was difficult if not impossible.
"Gaara, have you ever done anything like this before?"
Gaara looked insulted and snarled at Naruto, "Of course I have." The blond lifted a skeptical eyebrow and waited for the truth. "Don't look at me like that, I have taken many lovers."
This time Naruto actually scoffed at the lie that Gaara was trying to weave. "You haven't even ever kissed another person, let alone slept with anyone. You can't fool me, Gaara."
The smirk on Naruto's face caused Gaara to be torn between a sheepish look (since he had been caught in his own fibbing) and a scowl that tempted him to pummel his friend. "I have...I have had..." Gaara's words trailed off and he heard Naruto chuckle. "Shut up, Uzumaki."
"Well since you refuse to confess your shortcomings, I'll let you in one of my little secrets…I've never been with another man, so this is new to me as well."
Naruto focused on his hands, which were tracing the curves of Gaara's abdomen, as the Hokage admitted his own inexperience. Touching Gaara was a divine sort of ordeal, one that was wholly addictive to the Hokage. Breathy sounds escaped Gaara's throat as he hummed under Naruto's caress. The sensations of the fingers exploring him made the Kazekage's entire body tense up as taught muscles quivered beneath the fondling of Gaara's porcelain skin. Still…part of Gaara's anatomy nearly ached from lack of attention, and it desired Naruto's nimble fingers so much that Gaara fidgeted about on top of the blond man, hoping desperately that it would soon be released from its confines.
Naruto was very skilled, and a thought danced around in Gaara's head, one that wondered how many people Naruto had actually been with. Just because he hadn't been with a man, didn't mean that Naruto never took any lovers. "Have you been with a woman?" Gaara asked curiously.
Naruto nodded and Gaara instantly felt himself become a little jealous at Naruto's admittance. The Kazekage wasn't sure whether he was envious of the fact that Naruto had been with another person, or that he had more experience. Either way, Gaara tried to shake the pangs of resentment.
"Then how do we do this?"
"I may be inexperienced when it comes to men, but I'm not clueless. You forget that I had to spend years around both my perverted sensei, I think I've picked up enough information to make tonight worth your while. The mechanics are similar...and I've been told that I have very gifted hips."
Naruto mustered as much patience as he could as he waited for the Kazekage to agree to the coupling. Gaara tried to swallow the lump in his throat caused by the suggestion of Naruto's talent, ultimately he did want this. Gaara truly desired to be intimate with his longtime friend…and like they had discussed earlier, perhaps even more than that.
"So you will teach me, and allow me to return the favor?"
"Absolutely, what do you say, are we doing this thing or not?" the blond inquired.
Gaara couldn't find words because he was focused on what Naruto's hands were doing, and only shook his head once in agreement. "I don't suppose that you have any lube, do you?"
Gaara was once again completely wordless and concentrating on the exquisite sensations Naruto caused instead of answering the question. Suddenly the motion stopped. It wasn't until the Hokage quit his ministrations on Gaara that he whimpered ever so slightly and regained enough composure to tell him that he didn't have any of the lube stuff.
Being clueless about why one would need such a thing, Gaara gave a confused look to his partner. "Where would you get this lube?"
"Well, nowhere right now, it's kind of difficult to leave a situation like this...so I will have to improvise. Just trust me." Naruto replied with such a devious grin that Gaara couldn't hold in the perplexed expression, nor did he understand when Naruto pushed the Gaara off of his body and onto the bed. The Hokage stood up from where he had been laying to remove the ripped ceremonial robe and his underwear, leaving him completely nude.
The Kazekage could do nothing more than watch the stunningly handsome man as he began to purge Gaara of the last of his clothing as well. One sandal...then the other...finally leaning over him and lifting Gaara's hips so that pants and undergarments were also shed. The warm night air of Suna enveloped Gaara's body and the Kazekage was sure that the room was spinning...it was hazy, and his entire being tingled with anticipation.
Naruto started by sitting beside Gaara, who was unaware that he was lying on the bed in a most provocative position, and kissed the man's forehead right next to the tattoo that fit the red-head so well. Naruto's lips traveled down to Gaara's temple, to his eyelids, the corners of his mouth, finally resting lightly on the slight crevices of his partner's lips and softly suckling a plump lower lip with his own. Another war waged between the two men's mouths, each trying to engulf the other, each hoping to gain dominance over the situation. Gaara might have been the one chosen to receive, but that didn't mean that the Suna leader would allow himself to be taken so idly by Naruto.
If anything, Gaara's sheer will and determination and the strength that he portrayed through his lips was one of the biggest turn-ons that Naruto had ever experienced with a lover. Kami help him, there was something about the Kazekage that put every nerve ending in Naruto on edge in a wonderfully complete way. His mind…his body…everything wanted Gaara. Naruto broke the kiss and continued downward, focusing his lips on Gaara's neck and shoulders, stopping temporarily to lick a pert nipple and then to bite and kiss its counterpart.
Gaara tried his best to hold back the flood of sounds that Naruto was tempting from him. He thought it indignant for a man to moan and whimper under the caress of another. It was too bad for the Kazekage that Naruto was onto him and was scheming ways to torture him into releasing his true feelings. It wasn't uncharacteristic of someone like Gaara to hold back; in fact, it was expected...but Naruto was determined. Nothing could stop Naruto when he put his mind to it. The Hokage's lips detoured back up to Gaara's ears and nipped and licked the lobes and murmured how much he wanted to hear his lover.
Strong hands very carefully ghosted along Gaara's chest, finding erect nipples to play with as Naruto continued his verbal assault. "I want you to let me know that you like what I'm doing…please Gaara…let me hear you," Naruto pleaded in his lover's ear. He even added a moan of his own to provide an adequate example, then pushed closer to Gaara.
Naruto wasn't sure that Gaara had actually listened until he returned his mouth to the nipple that his right hand had been occupying. When he nipped it fairly hard, and then sucked and lipped it soothingly, Gaara let loose a low whimper and moan.
"That's better," Naruto murmured into the man's soft flesh. The blond rewarded his lover by dipping his head a bit lower and licking and suckling the skin around Gaara's tender navel. By the way the Kazekage squirmed Naruto could tell that he liked this spot quite a bit. The Hokage filed that away for future use and finally allowed his mouth to take the prize that they had both waited so long for…
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The two awoke in the morning quite messy (and one a bit sore) when Temari came looking the two missing members of the wedding party. Gaara's sister smirked at them and shook her head. This was something she had never expected, "Shower and get dressed, or you will miss my wedding and I will not have that."
It was a warning, one that both of the young men grumbled about. Temari left and slammed the door behind her. Gaara shifted and found that he had become magically glued to the bedsheets because what was wet and sticky last night was now dried to him in a way that made him feel utterly disgusting. He also winced at the pain as he tried to sit up, "Is it always this messy?" he asked Naruto.
The blond only shrugged and stood up to find something to cover himself with. He found the ripped ceremonial robe and sighed. "I think that Tsunade is going to kill me when I get back, she told me to take care of this."
"Well at least you can sit and walk," Gaara grumbled letting himself flop back down on the bed. Naruto ran into the bathroom that was connected to Gaara's room and cleaned himself up as best he could. Glancing in the mirror it was obvious that Naruto was going to look at least a bit disheveled for the rest of the day. Hurrying back out of the bathroom still completely naked Naruto began his quest for clothing, noting the painful grumbling coming from Gaara who was sprawled out on the bed.
"I'll find you a healer, do you have some clothes I can borrow?" Naruto asked while allowing his eyes to peruse his naked lover. Gaara looked glorious in the morning light, soft rays cast upon the Kazekage's pale skin, his bright red hair mussed and tangled in a way that made Naruto proud to have caused Gaara's unkempt appearance.
Gaara pointed at a nearby dresser and Naruto started digging through clothes that looked like they wouldn't fit him at all. Gaara was thinner than Naruto, but he was also a few centimeters taller. Finally, Naruto settled on something that sort of worked, but left an extra centimeter or two of fabric at the end of the pants and looked a bit too tight on his stocky, muscled figure.
"You look like a fine sand-nin, perhaps there's hope for you," Gaara mused at the man dressed in dark black pants, a mesh shirt, and vest that had entirely too many straps and buckles for Naruto's taste. Gaara continued, "Don't bring me a healer, I don't wish people to know about this situation quite yet...it is Temari's wedding day."
"That's cute, you don't want to ruin your sister's wedding with gossip," Naruto smiled at Gaara as he tried to finish fastening the last three annoying straps on the vest.
"Hmmm, I would rather not be the center of attention when so many people are present. I suppose that it's also for Temari in a way," Gaara replied. "Still, I don't want a healer, I'll be fine."
"If you want to limp everywhere you go and not sit down all day, I'm sure you are right. Don't worry, I have someone that will help you and keep our secret. She is one of the finest med-nin in all the nations, let alone just Konoha...she'll have you doing handsprings before you know it!"
Before Gaara could object, Naruto ran over and kissed him on the forehead (right on his tattoo) and then left the room. Gaara grumbled and tried to muddle through the confusion of last night and this morning. He went from having no one to possibly having someone. Naruto had told him that he hoped that it was more than a one-night event...and that is what he wanted too. Gaara wanted more than just a quick sexual escapade with the Hokage, but Gaara was unsure what that "more" really was. Perhaps this was something to discuss with Naruto after the wedding, before his friend left for home.
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Naruto knocked several times on the door of one of the guest quarters that was near Gaara's room, but received no answer. Cracking it open and peaking inside led Naruto to find the room devoid of its occupant and he grumbled knowing that she was probably already gathering with the other guests downstairs. The Konoha leader didn't want to wander down there in the clothes that he was currently donning. As much as Gaara had liked them, they were obviously the Kazekage's and would arouse suspicion. At the same time his guest quarters were not in this wing, so Naruto couldn't just change into clothing of his own either without the possibility of getting caught.
The troubled young man sat down on the edge of the bed to think when he heard someone entering the room. In the doorway was a young woman with long pink locks that danced around her waist and she was dressed in half black leggings, a fitted deep red shirt that had mesh replacing fabric in key areas, a white brocade sash that was embroidered with pink and red flowers, and finally a gray skirt that had high slits and was placed over the tight leggings. Sakura's ensemble was a mix of things she had worn in her youth and teen years, but now embraced the woman that she was, leaving little to the imagination. Short dark-grey gloves and boots that stopped just below her knees completed the ensemble, making her quite the picturesque woman.
Temari had made her desire for casual attire known many times yesterday, pleading for none of the formality that Suna's elders had tried to force upon her. The Kazekage's sister loathed the elders and did anything to not abide by their rules. Sakura had tried her best to listen, but still looked quite lovely in her outfit.
"Naruto? What are you wearing?" she asked, trying to hold back a snicker. She had never seen the Sixth Hokage wear anything so boldly mesh or lacking in color in her entire life.
"Its...Gaara's," he admitted sheepishly. "I need to ask you a favor...actually, a couple of favors."
"Sure Naruto, what can I help you with?" Sakura asked, lifting her eyebrows in a curious manner.
"I need you to go to my quarters and get me my other Hokage robe, my first one got..." he was scared to know Sakura's reaction, "Well, it got ripped."
"Ripped! How in the hell did you do that?" Sakura sputtered. Tsunade was her current sensei and she knew that as much as Naruto would hear about this, she would hear more. "That was Tsunade's favorite robe, Naruto."
"I know, and I didn't ruin it, Gaara did." When Naruto admitted this Sakura's eyes turned into large green saucers of complete shock...she was starting to put two and two together. "When you come back I'll ask you for the rest of the favor."
Sakura giggled to herself as she hurried to the opposite wing of the mansion, the one where Naruto was staying. She used a jutsu to turn the rather bulky robe into a single flower, something that the kunoichi believed to be quite elegant. Naruto hadn't been thinking straight, if the Hokage had been he would have just transformed himself or performed one of a thousand other jutsu's that would have allowed him to sneak back to his room and change rather than sending Sakura. Then again, there were many high level ninja present that could sense such a trick and might think that it meant danger...so maybe Naruto had been thinking. Changing clothing into something else didn't mask chakra or create a sense of distrust like a transformation would. Sakura was sure of it…Naruto was hiding something and was being very cautious about it. Furthermore, she was almost positive that it involved Gaara and Naruto in a way that she had never thought of the two men before.
Returning to her own quarters where Naruto was waiting, Sakura held out the flower in an outstretched arm. Naruto looked confused, but took it anyway. In a puff of smoke the flower reverted to its previous form and Naruto rolled his eyes at her. "So, what are you trying to hide? What's with the secrecy?" she queried, though Inner Sakura was jumping up and down in her head saying things about Naruto and Gaara sitting in a tree...and it only got more childish from that point.
"I'll tell you if you promise to keep it to yourself. Really, you can't divulge it to anyone." Naruto watched as Sakura smirked and nodded her head vigorously. She always did like to be privy to confidential information. "I need you to heal someone, and you can't tease them. None, not a sarcastic word will leave your lips in their presence," Naruto warned her.
Sakura smiled and shook her head again and made an "x" shape over her chest while saying, "Cross my heart."
Naruto took her by the hand and led her to the end of the hallway. Inner Sakura squealed because she knew whose room this was, it was Gaara's room. She had always suspected that Naruto had an affinity for the guys as well as the girls. This was confirmed as she found a naked Kazekage standing in the bathroom doorway groaning as he dried himself off with a towel.
Gaara had not been able to allow himself to remain in such a dirty state, and had somehow hobbled around enough to strip the soiled bedding off of the mattress and shower before Naruto brought in the so-called healer. The Kazekage almost looked relieved when he realized that Sakura was that person, he hadn't remembered that she Sakura had such talents in the medical profession that were of the caliber that Naruto had bragged them to be. Sakura gave Gaara a slight bow and didn't even seem to notice his nudity, it was clearly just her good bedside manner.
"Good morning, Kazekage," she said smiling at Gaara. "I heard that there is something that you need me to heal."
Gaara's face flushed and he drew the towel around his waist to show at least some level of decency toward the young woman. "Yes, I'm very...sore today." Sakura wasted no time, she knew what he meant and moved closer to him, earning a very cautious look from the red-head as he tensed up.
"Gaara, I promise you that I won't hurt you, nor do I wish to embarrass you. I will simply apply a healing-jutsu and allow you to get dressed," Sakura reassured him.
The Kazekage nodded and the kunoichi slipped her hand around him and laid it on his rear. Gaara nearly choked, he had not expected Sakura to be so forward, but was pleasantly surprised when warm streams of chakra started to repair his bruised and sore flesh. Gaara still held the towel in front of him, and for this he was glad because getting healed in such a way had odd repercussions as a rush of blood flowed south into his abdominal region. He even had to bite back a moan that threatened to escape his throat. It only took about a minute and she was done.
Sakura would never admit this, but it wasn't the first time she had performed such a procedure. Kakashi had actually approached her after an unusually brutal session with a lover one morning about two years ago and asked if she would help. After successfully helped him the first time, he had come to her more and more, allowing Sakura to perfect the technique. She also knew from experience that there was usually a side-effect to this type of healing...one that had actually spurred her into a so-called "situation" between her and her former sensei. It was the major reason that her and Kakashi had been attempting to date recently. Sakura hid a smirk as she could tell that it inflicted Gaara much in the same way that it had the copy-nin.
"I'll send you the bill," she joked as she pulled away.
"Thank you, Sakura. I feel much better, Naruto was right...you're a very talented med-nin," Gaara commended her her.
Sakura smiled at the compliment. Freely giving praise was something a bit unusual for Gaara, but so was the fact that the Kazekage was bedding Sakura's former teammate. She sensed that good things were coming from this union, and was pleased that the two had been willing to give it a try. Most importantly she knew that Naruto deserved to have someone for himself and Gaara did also.
"I'll see you both at the ceremony, you might want to hurry though, it begins in an hour."
Sakura's reminder about the wedding prodded Gaara into getting dressed, pulling out a robe that was as equally ornate as Naruto's and laying it on a nearby chair. Temari hadn't convinced the two leaders to forgo the traditional ceremonial dress, mostly because the elders said that refusing this would bring bad luck to the marriage. Gaara assured Temari that the rest of the guests and the wedding party could wear what they pleased, but he and Naruto would be the sacrifices to appease the cranky old goats.
Sakura watched the two help each other dress and she walked to the door to leave. It was very cute how Naruto was preening the disinterested Kazekage, who had evidently never worn such a robe and had tried to put it on backwards. "Won't you two make a lovely pair," Sakura whispered as she left the room grinning.
END OF CHAPTER
A/N's: You are probably like, "OMG, where's the lemon, ack?" Yes, there was a lemon in that scene, but I choose to abide by the rules set forth by this site and I will not have explicit lemons in my stories. I understand there are many fics which do that on the site, but they are actually breaking the rules and I don't want to be booted. You can read the lemon (and the rest of the entire story) if you go to my author's page and follow the links for Hot Sand.