AN: Okay okay okay! I'm super sorry that this is so late. I've been so busy with exams and homework (mostly crying over them…) and I can't really find time to do these anymore. But to make up for me being a complete and total dick: have a big lovely lemony smut x
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Pairing: Sasori x Gaara
Warnings: Smut, Bad Language
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters associated with it
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After hastily leaving the school, earning a few odd looks from various teachers who'd stayed behind after hours, Sasori reached his own house. He put a hand to the closed door and lent against it, heart pounding against his ribcage. Slowly he brought his trembling fingers to his still tingling lips. He pounded the door with his fist, once and sunk to his knees. Why am I so weak, dammit? His fist connected with the door over and over again in frustration until Tobi came to the door to collect him, shaking and tearful, from the doorstep.
An hour or two and an awkward chat later; Sasori was sat on the edge of his bed in a pair of pajamas bottoms, head in his hands and Tobi downstairs at Sasori's request. The thought of Gaara wouldn't leave him: his touches, his moaning…his kiss. Shit! He actually moaned…
Did that mean Gaara had enjoyed it as much as him? Sasori lay back on his bed, one hand above his head touching the wall behind, the other softly touching his quaking lips. He could still taste him.
"Gaara…"
He turned onto his side and brought his knees into his chest, exhaling softly.
Thick make-up, red hair, sensual voice.
He wanted to forget. He couldn't forget. He shut his eyes against the world trying to force Gaara out of his head but something inside him kept forcing him back, kept him thinking of him, kept placing dirty thoughts into his head.
Heavy breathing, broken voices, bodies glistening, caught up in the moment.
He found himself beginning to stroke his crotch. "Fuck…" he moaned softly, trying to hold onto Gaara's image in his mind. He felt himself become more aroused. His breath hitched and he had to bite his lip to keep quiet in case Tobi heard him. He rolled onto his back, the friction between his underwear and his member almost made him lose himself. Images of Gaara breathless, red hair slicked back with sweat, eyeliner smudged around his blue eyes, shaking, erotic, fuckable.
He slid a hand into his boxers, wincing at the coldness of his fingertips but it felt good. Sasori held his hair back with his other hand, tight in a fist as he pumped his arousal. His eyes rolled back into his head and he arched his back up, filthy desires fuelling his pleasure. He continued to drive himself to the edge, filling his thoughts with Gaara, remembering the smell of Gaara, feeling the bites on his collarbone.
He was close to the edge of orgasm now. He thought of blowing hot breath on Gaara's stomach, of capturing Gaara's lips in a fierce kiss, of entering Gaara's shaking body, of how tight Gaara would be. He wanted to make Gaara feel like he was now: lifeless, weak, desperate, his cute little face screwed up with pleasure. Sasori wanted to dominate him, make Gaara his property, and hide him away from everyone else. Just him and Gaara.
Exit light, enter night.
"Fuck, shit, shit. Fucking shit"
Take my hand; we're off to never-never-land.
Sasori reached across himself to retrieve his phone from the floor and answered it, trying to keep his breathing normal.
"H-hello?"
"Hey there, stranger" the voice seemed familiar, too familiar.
"Who's this?"
"Don't remember me, dummy?"
Sasori froze. He guessed who it was now. The irony hit him long and hard. "How did you get my number?"
"You know me. I pulled a few strings…but that isn't important-"
"What do you want?"
"Always so mean dummy. I'm gonna pay you a visit, hope you're not busy."
"Wai-" Sasori would have argued with him then but Gaara had hung up.
He lay there for a second, breathing heavily and an arm covering his eyes. He was still hard. He moved his arm slightly and looked up at the ceiling. I have to see him. Sasori kept coming back to that thought. He wanted Gaara so much. His heart hurt, his throat was dry.
He was in love.
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He'd decided to take a detour past the beach on his way home, walking confidently with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. He flopped down onto the sand with his bag and looked out to the horizon, at the sunset that spread reds and yellows across the darkening sky. The beach was calming to him; it always had been, even before he could remember. Maybe it was the sand, maybe it was the air or maybe it was because the beach was peaceful and quiet.
He sighed happily and placed his chin on his knees; it had been a good day. He played with the sand by his side, not looking away from the mess of red and yellow that made the sky. After a while Gaara got to his feet and smirked to himself. He stood rooted to the spot watching as the sunset slowly but surely disappeared into early twilight. He brought an index finger to his lips and softly rubbed them. They still tingled from Sasori's kiss. He knew he hadn't led him on like that for kicks. When they kissed like that he felt something. He wanted to see Sasori again that much was true. The next day was going to be good. He smiled softly at his thoughts and collected his bag, starting the slow walk home.
Gaara reached his house when the sky was dark. He sighed and jogged up the short path to the front door but found as he reached for the handle the door was pulled open by his blonde haired sister. Temari's hair was pulled back into one tight ponytail, an irritated scowl on her face as she stood before him in her semi-revealing pajamas.
"So where the hell have you been?"
"Missed you too sis" Gaara flashed her a fake smile and attempted to walk past. She barred his escape with her arm
"Oh no you don't. You're always doing this-"
"Doing what?"
"Going out for hours and not returning until five in the morning…"
"It's only five in the afternoon-"
"On a school night!"
"Well I'm here now so stop disturbing the peace." He pushed past her and paced towards as Temari slammed the door shut.
"You can't keep doing this." Temari pleaded
Gaara paused halfway up the stairs and looked back to her "Why? Give me one good reason."
Temari sighed "What's got into you lately. You used to be so nice and now since you had that fight with that guy from summer camp…you've been…"
"That's got nothing to do with this Tem. Fuck. Can't you just leave it?"
Gaara continued up the stairs when Temari stopped him again "What was that fight about?"
Gaara slung his bag down by his feet and turned back towards the front door "I really don't have time for you right now."
"What the actual fuck?"
"If I'm making you feel so fucking bad Tem I'll just leave."
"Wait Gaara, don't go"
He paused for a second before walking out the front door once more "See you at 5am."
He continued walking until he reached the end of his street then he picked up the pace until he reached the beach again. He sighed heavily and jogged up to the water's edge kicking some sand up behind him. Closing his eyes for a second, he stood for a second to listen to the ocean and the birds. Sasori filled his mind again and an aching desire to see him filled his soul. Instinctively he reached for his phone and dialed a number.
"Hey there, stranger"
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Sasori and Tobi ate their dinner in silence that night; Sasori wrapped up in his own thoughts and Tobi wrapped up trying to figure out Sasori's mind. Both often ate in silence so it was nothing new. After dinner Sasori helped clear up and said goodnight before leaving Tobi to fall asleep in front of the T.V. When Sasori reached his room he sat at his cluttered desk and automatically checked his phone for new messages or calls. Sure enough there was one new text message from an unknown number but Sasori knew who it was even before he opened it:
You never called me back so I'll swing round around 10. See you soon.
-Gaara
Sasori checked his alarm clock
10:17pm
Crap, crap, crap
He dropped his phone and ran to his window. Sitting on his fence he could almost make out a boy waving at him. "Gaara…"
Exit light, enter night
Sasori watched as his phone vibrated around the half-finished homework on his desk
Take my hand
He picked up the phone and answered it
"You gonna let me in or what?"
Sasori swallowed the lump in his throat and attempted to stop the shaking of his voice
"S-sure…"
He opened his bedroom door silently and crept downstairs. Blue light shone around the room from the T.V Tobi was asleep in front of, snoring softly. Tip-toeing past his brother Sasori made his way quietly to the front door. He put his hand on the door handle and inhaled through his mouth.
He opened the door, exhaling upon seeing the red-haired boy standing before him. He was leaning on the doorframe, still wearing his uniform; his shirt open revealing his milky chest. He smiled upon seeing Sasori, his eyeliner still perfect around his eyes. Sasori felt an aching in his chest and his muscles. His lips were dry and his arms trembled. Gaara noticed his shaking hands and held them, wrapping Sasori's arms around his waist. He traced Sasori's lips with his fingers and kissed him profoundly. Gaara's arms copied the other redhead's and found their way around Sasori's waist, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. Sasori's heart skipped several beats, his hands slid down Gaara's back to his butt where he squeezed gently. Gaara moaned and pressed his nose into Sasori's warm neck while Sasori held him tight to his chest.
They locked eyes for a moment, both breathless, speechless, caught up in the moment. Sasori smiled and took his hand to lead him inside. Gaara stepped inside and closed the door behind him gently. The two looked towards Tobi sprawled out on the sofa, snoring loudly now as the shadows from the TV flashed on his face. Sasori and Gaara looked at each other and snickered.
"Hey Dummy, Let's go upstairs"
Sasori looked at him with surprise "But Tobi's just there…"
"We'll have to be quiet then"
Sasori looked at him again and captured his lips. He squeezed the crimson haired boy's hand and led him quietly upstairs to his room.
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Once they were alone passion overtook them. They stripped each other to their boxers carefully, lips not leaving the other's, hands caught up in hair and skin. Sasori cradled the other boy's face in his hands while they kissed. Gaara grinded their hips together, gaining a sensual moan from both boys as their arousals pressed together. Gaara placed his hands on Sasori's waist and slowly backed up to the edge of his bed. Gaara broke the kiss to sit on the end of the bed. Sasori unconsciously bent down and kissed him again, pushing him down onto the bed and straddled him. Sasori moved his attention from Gaara's lips to plant kisses down the side of his face to his ear to trail kisses down the redhead's neck. Gaara moaned and arched his back at this new sensation. He ran his fingers through Sasori's messy hair, willing him to go on.
Sasori obeyed silently and ran hot kisses down his collarbone and chest. His lips found one taut nipple and tenderly he took it into his mouth, nipping softly, earning a low moan from the boy under him. Sasori smiled and kissed the redhead's lips again. He brushed the hair from Gaara's eyes and kissed his forehead. He wanted him so much; the breathless look on his face confirmed it. Gaara smirked and crawled back on the bed until his back was against the wall. Sasori met him and kissed him fiercely, pulling Gaara's wrists above his head. While one hand pinned Gaara's wrists to the wall behind, the other wound its way to his abdomen and tugged at the elastic of his underwear. Sasori glanced up at Gaara to see his face flushed with the cutest shade of red.
He pressed their foreheads together and slipped his hand under the waistband of Gaara's boxers, pulling them down to his ankles. Watching as Gaara's eyes shut to slits, Sasori kissed his neck and began to pump the crimson haired boy's erection, slowly at first but speeding up as Gaara arched beneath him. Gaara freed one of his hands to copy Sasori, wanting to share the pleasure he was receiving from the other boy. Sasori's breath hitched and he captured Gaara's lips in a rough kiss. "G-Gaara," he said breathlessly "Let me enter you"
The two shuffled round until Gaara was straddling Sasori and smiled at him "Be gentle, it's my first time."
Sasori kissed him quickly upon seeing the embarrassed blush on Gaara's cheeks "I don't have any lube."
"That's okay."
Sasori removed his own boxers kept eye-contact with his lover as he tentatively brought two fingers to Gaara's mouth, covering them in saliva. Sasori removed his fingers and kissed the other boy's neck lovingly. Experimentally he inserted a finger into Gaara's entrance and then another, stretching him. Gaara winced at the slight pain; Sasori placed a comforting kiss on his cheek to reassure him.
"You ready?" Gaara rested his head on Sasori's chest and nodded. Sasori kissed the top of his head and continued. He held his member to Gaara's entrance and slowly he pushed inside him up to the hilt. Gaara cried out and buried his head in Sasori's shoulder, holding him tight around the waist. Sasori laid them both down on the bed, kissing the side of Gaara's head as he did. They locked eyes for a second and then shared a chaste kiss. Sasori was sure his heart would burst. At that moment all he knew was Gaara, all he needed was Gaara, all he wanted was him and Gaara. He breathed heavily on his neck and began to move inside him. Gaara moaned with each thrust, sweat causing the make-up around his eyes to run. Sasori pumped Gaara's member as he thrust in and out of him, working up a rhythm and building the pleasure they shared.
He was tight and it felt good. The frequent throaty moans coming from beneath him only fuelled his passion. He could feel how close to coming he was and the breaking of Gaara's voice confirmed the feeling was mutual. He slowed down, his thrusts becoming more precise and powerful and Gaara came, warmth spewing onto their stomachs. Sasori pulled out of the boy's shaking body and pulled the two into a sitting position. They shared one last kiss before Sasori pressed his nose into Gaara's neck, moaning as he came.
Gaara laid down, one arm covering his eyes as he breathed heavily through his mouth. Sasori collapsed next to him and Gaara automatically snuggled into his chest. Sasori rested his chin onto of the crimson haired boy's head and sighed happily.
"Dummy, I think I like you" Gaara mumbled
Sasori chuckled. "I think I love you, Gaara"
Gaara looked up at the other boy and they both laughed "You're really something dummy."
"So are you…"
Gaara traced Sasori's chest with his finger and sighed "Can I crash here tonight then?"
Sasori looked up to the ceiling "Sure," Sasori kissed his forehead and hugged him to his chest tighter "As long as you like" He said sleepily
Gaara smiled and nuzzled his nose into Sasori neck as they fell asleep together.
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AN: Phew thank god I got through that smut. Now if it wasn't sexy enough tell me and I'll make it better…ish
This is dedicated to all you guys that stuck with me and sent me lovely messages while I was being lazy with this C: I love you guys the most!
Now the crucial question:
Should I continue with this fic or is it nice and happy ending-y enough and I should just leave it at that?
Peace to you all xx
-Bexx