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Hot Sand
by Lemon
Drops/thatreevesgirl (they’re both me)
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Authors Note: The last chapter is here, OMG! You may freak out now.
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Chapter 21: The Wedding
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There are times for anger, and there are times for
forgiveness. Gaara, who had supposedly
forgiven the Hokage for his slight indiscretion with Sasuke in the chasm, was
glad to have his lover alive, but there were
consequences. Their relationship
suffered the aftermath of an angry Gaara when they returned to Konoha. Naruto was nearly sex-starved for two months
after the assassination attempt, seeing as Gaara simply refused to be intimate
with him. No sex, no kisses, not even
hugs, it was the worst case of the cold shoulder Naruto had ever received from
a partner. If Naruto wasn’t so
completely smitten with the redhead, he might have given up and moved on, but
he couldn’t…Naruto loved Gaara.
Slowly, Gaara came around and the two men repaired their
relationship, once again planning their future life together. The night they actually reconsummated
their relationship the entirety of Konoha breathed a sigh of relief, because
Naruto (usually kind and generous Hokage) had been in the foulest of moods in
the previous weeks. More missions,
tougher training, and nothing seemed good enough for the grumpy man. The people of Konoha needed Gaara and Naruto
to make up. The distance between the two
men was killing the village’s livelihood (or at least its happiness).
Before Gaara forgave Naruto, Sakura had to endure letter
upon letter of constant complaining from her friend. The two times she visited to check up on
Naruto, she had to suffer through the longest whining session of her life. The only thing the kunoichi could do was
listen (while rubbing the temples of her forehead, trying to will the migraine
away) as Naruto went on and on about how he hadn’t really done anything
wrong. Gaara hadn’t seen it that way,
and Sakura (unfortunately) was also the lucky person chosen to hear Gaara’s
long list of grievances. In the end,
love prevailed, as it often does (though it did help that Sakura played the good
matchmaking friend who assisted in the process).
Sasuke did allow Naruto to go on with his life, and though it
was excruciatingly painful for the young man (who normally shunned all ties to
his emotions), the Uchiha let Naruto be happy.
Happiness is all he could wish for his best friend, the man who had saved
him from Orochimaru, and who Sasuke secretly swore he would love forever. Other than the night when Naruto nearly died,
those feelings never outwardly resurfaced again, instead they were replaced
with the Uchiha’s typical indifference toward the Hokage. A slew of “hn’s” or
an onslaught of apathetic silence would always consume Sasuke when he and
Naruto were together, but inside he still felt the same. In the end, Uchiha Sasuke, the last of the
Uchiha’s, was in fact human. Slowly,
ever so slowly, the feelings which seemed to consume him inwardly began to diminish. It was just as Naruto had said, love fades
and changes, but it never truly disappears.
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“No…noooooooo. No way in hell,” the slurred drawl of a
drunken Hokage fell over the crowd of men and women who were almost as
intoxicated as their fearless leader.
Sakura was seated to the right of Naruto, and kept the flow of drinks
constant to the man who would be a bachelor for only about 48 hours
longer.
Kankuro and Gaara, seated at Naruto’s left, shook their
heads in complete agreement. Kakashi’s
humorous suggestion for Gaara to borrow Temari’s wedding dress to wear instead
of a formal kimono was met with utter condemnation by Naruto, Gaara, and
Kankuro.
“He’d look so pretty,” Sakura joked, eliciting a warning
glare from Kankuro. Her
own fiancé obviously didn’t like the idea of his little brother wearing
a dress during the wedding.
Gaara fumed until Kakashi wandered up to the younger man and
slapped him on the back, “It’s only a joke Gaara, lighten up, drink more.” In a puff of smoke Kakashi produced a bottle
of expensive sake, pouring the redhead a drink.
“Thank you,” the former Kazekage grumbled as he inspected
the crazed spectacle of a party he was attending before downing a good portion
of the drink in his sake cup. Gaara had
never attended a bachelor’s party before, but he was sure it was unusual for
both members of the couple to share a single event.
“When are the strippers coming?” Sakura asked, knowing that
most likely Kakashi had purchased some lovely persons of the male
persuasion. Kankuro grumbled again at
this, glad that Kakashi had brought the fresh bottle of sake as he poured
himself some of his brother’s drink. He
hadn’t really wanted Sakura present, but both Naruto and Gaara had made it
clear the kunoichi was to be invited to the bachelor’s party. He might have even called it an early night
had he not worried about how much fun Sakura would have when the so-called
entertainment arrived.
Kakashi, a very pleasant and happy drunkard when he choose
to be inebriated (and who everyone guessed was grinning like an idiot under his
mask), draped himself over Sakura and pointed at the happy couple, “No strippers,
those two detested the idea of it.”
Kankuro chuckled, he didn’t know
who looked more disappointed by that, Kakashi or Sakura. Not that Kankuro blamed his fiancé, it would have been the one highlight of the night
for her since she couldn’t participate in all of the festivities. Their mission, which had lasted about five
months, ended a bit prematurely after an overly-zealous night when both he and
Sakura completely forgot about contraceptive or a pregnancy seal. There was no sake or alcohol for the kunoichi
this evening, since she was almost two months pregnant with their first
child.
Sakura and Kankuro’s wedding would occur in less than a
month, which Kankuro was rather pleased about.
The thought of beginning his own family was a nice one, because the
puppet-nin (like Gaara) desired to have what he never did as a child…a normal
family who loved one another. His
children would never know the loneliness that he, Temari, and Gaara did growing
up, Kankuro swore to that.
The party continued, loud and brash, and as always a drunken,
happy Kakashi always goes hand in hand with a obsessively horny Kakashi, which
to Sasuke’s dismay meant more attention than he really cared to receive from
the copy-nin. They weren’t exactly together,
not officially, but everyone who knew the two understood that despite the fact neither
referred to the other as their boyfriend or significant other, they were. The two men were constantly together, and
Sakura grinned as she saw Kakashi lean in close to Sasuke, wrapping his fingers
around one of the Uchiha’s hands, holding it for a minute moment before Sasuke
shrugged it away.
Sasuke didn’t allow public displays of affection, so it made
Sakura’s heart happy to see a few seconds later (when Kakashi had apparently
given up attempting to hold his lover’s hand) Sasuke decided to change his mind
and sneakily wove his fingers around the copy-nin’s. Sakura
was sure she was the only one who caught the extremely brief moment when the
two locked eyes and Sasuke (who was seated on a barstool as Kakashi stood
beside him) smiled up at the silver-haired jonin ever so slightly before
returning his face to the gruff look of disinterest per usual for the Uchiha
and pulling his hand away from Kakashi.
However, the small act was enough to goad the copy-nin into
trying to convince Sasuke to leave the party early (in hopes of receiving a
good private showing of the entertainment Naruto and Gaara had banned). Sasuke sighed and wandered over to Naruto.
“I’m heading out,” he told the Hokage, “Congratulations,
I’ll see you tomorrow at the rehearsal.”
“Aw, leaving so soon?” the drunk Naruto drawled as he leaned
toward Sasuke, making Gaara’s cold, hard eyes squint into a look of death aimed
for the Uchiha. “My best man can’t leave
yet.”
“Yes, I can,” said Sasuke with a slight smirk. Normally, most dealings with Naruto seemed to
pain him, at least a little bit, but tonight the reason he was departing early gave
him some smug bit of satisfaction rise over the normal waves of regret. “Kakashi says congrats too, so we’ll be at
the tower at six tomorrow, right?”
“Kakashi? Ol’ pervy pants is leaving too…no
fair!” Naruto looked disappointed, but only for a second before (without
thinking) added rather loudly, “Don’t let him get too frisky, I’ve heard he
likes it rough after drinking. Sakura’s chakra is all wonky with the baby, so
she can’t heal you if you’re limping around tomorrow at the rehearsal. No gimpy best man at my wedding.”
Sasuke squelched the urge to yell at Naruto, and instead
gave a curt nod before turning and meeting Kakashi at the door of the bar, the
copy-nin waving as they both left.
Naruto, grinning something fierce, turned to Sakura and
whispered (well, the best one can whisper in a loud bar when you are completely
smashed), “Do you think they’ll find happiness together?”
Sakura contemplated the question for a moment, and then
replied, “I think they already have, they just haven’t admitted it.”
Gaara decided to add his two cents, chiming in with a
slightly miffed, “If it means he’ll leave you alone, then
I hope that’s true.”
Naruto shook his head, turned to Gaara, and wrapped his arm
around the fuming redhead’s waist, “You’re sexy when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
Kankuro, Sakura, and Naruto laughed at the obvious lie. Gaara hadn’t really allowed himself to stop
despising Sasuke, but at least the sand-nin had begun acting semi-civil toward
the Uchiha as of late. He was, however,
extremely jealous of any interaction between Sasuke and Naruto, and loathed the
idea of Sasuke being Naruto’s best man. If Sakura didn’t share the position with the Uchiha (being what
Naruto stupidly deemed his “Best Woman”), Gaara would have simply forbid it.
“Have I ever told you how hot you are when you’re angry?” the
tipsy Hokage asked, as he laid his forehead on Gaara’s shoulder, swaying a bit
simply because he’d had far too much to drink.
“No, in fact, I think you once told me that it is an
unattractive quality.” Gaara crossed his
arms and glared at Naruto.
“You’re sexy,” Naruto grinned up at Gaara. “You’re sexy and I wanna
fuck you.”
Kankuro groaned, “No, no sex at the party. No talking dirty at the party. No groping at the party. Do either of you remember these things? These were the ground rules I set forth at
the beginning of the night, and you both promised…”
“Or would you rather have me fuck you?” Gaara interrupted
the reiteration of Kankuro’s bachelor party regulations.
“No…no more talking about fucking. I don’t want to know…” Kankuro tried again.
“How about I just suck you off right here?” Naruto asked,
leaning in very close to Gaara and kissing him.
Even Sakura was blushing now, “Naruto, stop, really. Save it for later.”
“But Sakura…” the Hokage whined,
drunk enough so that it was easy to distract him from his task at hand, which
left Gaara slightly peeved. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind the free show.”
The way Naruto teasingly waggled his eyebrows at the
kunoichi spoke of how he was only joking, and Sakura smacked him playfully on
the back of the head, “Idiot, keep it in your pants.”
“I should tell Kankuro the same thing, because if he had I
wouldn’t have needed to send Rock Lee and Neji as your replacements for the
diplomatic convoy…though I do like the fact that I’m going to be an Uncle.”
“Uncle Naruto and
Uncle Gaara,” Gaara added in all seriousness.
Sakura considered this for a moment and then rolled her eyes, the two men were constantly fawning over the idea of
having a niece or nephew. “It was about
time for us to come home anyway, and I know Lee and Neji both appreciate the
change in assignment, it gives their students some much needed time to work
independently. Yuki
likes being in charge, damn cocky chunin.”
The last part was added under Sakura’s breath, because she
had recently started training the young lad on some med-nin basics at the
request of Naruto. Ever since passing
the exam and receiving chunin status, Neji’s most promising student had quite
the air about him. Yuki’s attitude
reminded her a bit of Sasuke, but only a little. If Liel hadn’t been
there to put the young man in his place from time to time, Sakura might have
killed the egotistical little bastard.
“Don’t like your new student? I hear that he likes you,” Naruto told her.
“He likes Liel,” Sakura quipped
back, almost groaning at the thought of a sixteen year old boy lusting after
her.
Naruto guffawed, “They almost broke up because of you, because
apparently Yuki likes older women as well.”
Sakura’s eyes blazed, “Are you calling me old? I’m only twenty-three, Naruto.”
Kankuro groaned again, this night was definitely shaping up
to be one of the more annoying experiences of his life, especially since Gaara
had thought the hand which had dipped into Naruto’s pants was stealthily
hidden. Unfortunately, Kankuro had
easily observed as his brother gave the Hokage’s length a good grope. “I’m going to go and talk to…anyone
else…anyone else but you two.”
Sakura hopped off of her barstool and gave Gaara’s head a
slight thwack with her extended palm (something she’d begun doing over the past
few months as she and Gaara became closer friends, treating him more and more
like Sasuke, Naruto, and Kakashi). “Hands to yourself,”
she warned as she giggled and followed Kankuro.
Keeping their hands to themselves was apparently a very
difficult thing indeed, because Naruto had decided he would play bartender,
relieving the bar’s owner after giving him a very hefty tip. Sakura and Kankuro returned from their
conversations with their other friends to find the blond behind the bar.
“Where’s Gaara?” Kankuro asked, glancing around for any sign
of his brother.
Naruto shrugged and motioned for Sakura and Kankuro to sit,
“What would you like to drink? How about something strong?”
Naruto laid a shot glass next to Kankuro and placed ingredients into a
shaker, mixing up something for the puppet-nin and pouring it into the shot
glass.
“Naruto, you know those are my favorite,” Sakura whined.
“And that’s why I made a virgin version for you, my
dear. No kick, but it’ll taste good, I
promise.”
Sakura laughed, bringing her fingers up to her mouth as she mused
at her best friend. What an amazing man
he’d grown up to be, so strong and capable…someone who
Sakura truly admired. Naruto grinned right back at her, winking, before his smile
faltered momentarily as he groaned very slightly.
“Naruto? Are you alright?” Sakura asked, honestly
concerned by Naruto’s sudden and strange reaction. “I think you’ve drank enough.”
“Nah Sakura, that isn’t ahh,”
Naruto blushed profusely and scratched the back of his head. “I’m fine.”
Kankuro didn’t quite believe the Hokage, and against his own
better judgment leaned over the bar to find his brother between Naruto’s legs,
well, from behind that is. Naruto’s
pants were pulled down to mid-thigh and Gaara’s tongue was strategically
positioned in the warm entrance as his hand wrapped around Naruto to skillfully
fist the blond’s hard length.
“Oh for Kami’s sake, you have got
to be shitting me!” Kankuro screeched as he leapt off of the barstool and
wandered away into the crowd, trying to will away the image which seemed to be
burned into his retinas.
Sakura couldn’t help herself, as she leaned over and took a
quick peak, “You guys are horrible, but Gaara, you should really tell me how to
do that sometime,” she told her friends, and even gave Gaara a wink before
waving goodnight to them both. Something
told her Kankuro was ready to leave.
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Long trails of amber colored silk billowed in the air. Naruto’s ceremonial wedding kimono was
breathtaking, but as it settled after crumpling to the ground it looked no
better than a discarded pile of rumpled gold.
Naruto was a reasonable man, right? A man of strong credentials and high morals,
a man who the consensus said was arguably the most powerful man in Konoha if
not all the ninja nations. Then why, we
should ask, was this most powerful man currently lying on the floor whimpering as
his fiancé licked and prepared him for a little pre-wedding romp in the
sack? They weren’t in the sack, no bed was anywhere near where
Gaara and Naruto were. Both men were
holed up in a preparation room in the large auditorium where their marital
union would take place, completely ignoring that their own wedding was about to
start in fifteen minutes.
“Gaara…Gaa…ra,”
Naruto moaned into the floor, clawing at the polished wood as Gaara lavished
his tongue over the place which could drive his lover to tears.
Gaara’s mind was almost blank at this point, driven to near
insanity by nerves until he was filled with two thoughts alone…
I love Naruto and I want to fuck Naruto.
Gaara didn’t want to worry about the sixty-five Sand
dignitaries, the various ambassadors from the other villages, Konoha’s own lot
of important elders and clansman, the elder female Hokage, his sister the
Kazekage, and everyone else who were waiting to see the event of a
lifetime…Gaara marrying Naruto…Naruto marrying Gaara…two men marrying each other.
It was a first for the ninja nations. Sure, there had been homosexual couples, but
it took a leader like Naruto waiving decrees against such unions to actually
have it happen. Gaara didn’t like being
in the spotlight at all, so he consigned himself to a simpler task…tongue
fucking Naruto. At least he was good at that,
and he was fairly sure weddings weren’t his thing from the few which he had
attended. If it were up to Gaara, Naruto
and he would have been married on a cliff between the border of Leaf and Sand
while overlooking the sunset, with only those that the two men considered their
family present for the event.
There were many, many
more people than just family coming to the festivities. Nearly a thousand people had been invited,
but there was talk of opening it up to the public as well. Gaara grumbled and pulled his tongue out of
Naruto and whispered, “Naruto?”
Naruto, completely numb from the sensations Gaara had been
creating, panted lightly and looked up at Gaara, his head resting on the floor
while his arse was still high in the air.
“You okay?” Naruto asked, noting that Gaara looked like a
scared rabbit.
Gaara didn’t display many emotions, so when one was shown so
obviously it worried Naruto. Naruto
climbed up from his place on the floor and over to Gaara, pulling him into an
embrace.
“I’m really nervous,” Gaara whispered.
“Well, that’s why we were doing this, to relieve some
tension,” Naruto murmured, kissing the kanji on Gaara’s forehead. “Not working?”
“Not really,” Gaara grumbled.
It must have looked rather funny to have Gaara in his red,
olive, and gold silk kimono, being cradled in a naked Naruto’s lap, but it
didn’t seem to bother either of them.
Naruto began tugging at fabric, trying to get it apart. He never really saw the need for such overindulgences
like formal ceremonial kimonos, and thought they were rather silly. He didn’t know anything about them, and
Sakura and Kankuro had helped both him and Gaara dress. Hopefully the two dropped by again soon,
otherwise Gaara and Naruto were going to have to march to the
alter in the buff.
Naruto’s lips settled in the curvature of Gaara’s neck as he
undressed the redhead, careful to not rip the delicate silk, “Let me show you
why we are doing this,” Naruto whispered into Gaara’s flesh, the unspoken
emotions being told through actions rather than words.
I love you…Naruto
kissed every ounce of worry he could find in Gaara, lips brushed over every
inch of Gaara’s tense skin, every scared bit of chakra which lashed out,
relaxing the anxiety away. The tip of Naruto’s
tongue covered the vast expanses of his lover’s flesh. Gaara, who was still seated on Naruto’s lap,
took great comfort in the soothing circles Naruto was tracing with his thumbs
into the small of his back, thanking him with a slight moan.
I will love you forever…Gaara’s
fingers wove their way into Naruto’s hair, pulling on locks of the sunny mop
upon the Hokage’s head. Every time
Naruto hit a spot with his mouth which made Gaara gasp, he would punctuate the
airy moan with a gentle tug on Naruto’s hair.
Naruto smiled into the warm, alabaster skin of Gaara, trying to stay
composed. The knowledge of having the
one you love agree to be with you for the rest of your life was a powerful
thing, and on a day like today, the day of their wedding, it was nearly too
much for Naruto to take.
Tears of happiness...Gaara’s
fingers fell to Naruto’s face, wiping away the small droplets which were
running down his cheek. “Are you okay?”
Gaara asked, worried he’d done something wrong.
Naruto nuzzled into Gaara’s chest, sniffing the calming,
musky scent, letting his tears fall down his cheeks as they made small rivers
on the smooth, hairless skin of Gaara’s torso.
“I love you.”
Gaara’s lips curled into a slight smile and gripped Naruto
tightly, “I love you, too.”
What will tomorrow
bring? How many years will we have
together? Those questions burned
brightly in Naruto’s mind, reminding him of his near-death experience during
the assassination attempt on his life.
It worried him a lot to think about how little time they might have
left, because Hokages usually didn’t have the longest
of life spans, at least not the ones who led with their symbolic torches
burning…the ones which burn the brightest burn the fastest. Naruto never wanted to leave Gaara alone, but
at the same time, he had a duty to all his people and desperately wanted Gaara
at his side.
Forgetting the tears and the worries Naruto removed the last
of the silk garment from Gaara, leaving the other man stark naked. “No underwear today? How naughty!” the pleasantly surprised
exclamation tumbled from Naruto’s lips as he lifted Gaara just enough to
maneuver himself at Gaara’s entrance before urging the other man down on his
cock.
Slowly Gaara slid onto the hardness of his lover, a long,
exasperated moan coupled with Gaara’s nails digging into Naruto’s scalp, as
Gaara impaled himself upon Naruto.
“Move,” Naruto ordered when Gaara was situated, pulling the
hands which were clinging to his head away and leaning back so the redhead
could ride him properly. Gaara was so
good at being on top, whether in Naruto or on Naruto, in fact, the Hokage
wasn’t sure which he preferred more.
Today he was contented to watch as Gaara lifted his body flawlessly up
and down upon Naruto, controlling and driving the blond’s
cock in and out of his body.
Gaara rose to the very tip of Naruto’s shaft, so that only
the very head of Naruto stayed nestled in the warm flesh of his lover. Then, without warning, Gaara plunged down,
his body hungrily swallowing all of Naruto’s manhood, sheathing Naruto
completely inside of himself, making the Hokage whimper in the process. Twisting his hips a bit and swiveling,
clenching tightly around Naruto, and then pulling languidly off again with a
loud moan made Naruto quiver and twitch with anticipation. Gaara was glorious, that was all there was
too it, simply spectacular when it came to sex, a natural genius.
“Quit teasing and move faster,” Naruto pleaded, hoping for a
regular rhythm, begging for release.
Gaara smirked as he watched Naruto strain, the blond trying
his hardest not to come early, but even Gaara’s teasing could get the man
off. Gaara slipped down the shaft again,
then pushed upward quickly only to come crashing down just as fast. This was what Naruto wanted and needed as
they both found a rhythm. Naruto
thrusted up to meet Gaara’s body, which was slick with fresh layer of sweat as
he groaned and grunted a few times, especially when Naruto hit that spot which
made Gaara’s breath hitch.
Gaara slumped forward, panting heavily as each rise and fall
of his chest was clearly visible. When
he came down, Naruto hit that spot one more time, Gaara cried out as he
released onto Naruto’s belly and chest.
Tired, but realizing Naruto wasn’t done yet, Gaara leaned back and urged
Naruto to follow, pulling his lover into a position where Naruto was on
top. Limply, Gaara met Naruto’s thrusts
as Naruto pounded into him ruthlessly, trying to ignore the sensitive nature of
Gaara’s body post-orgasm.
Every move and thrust reverberated throughout Gaara, and
Naruto’s muscles quivered as he fucked Gaara with a fervor befitting his status
as the most powerful shinobi in all of Leaf.
If there was one thing strength was good for, it was great for forcing
your lovers into quivering piles of mush, proven by the whimpering Gaara who
was trying vehemently to keep up with Naruto as the Hokage moved toward
completion.
Naruto thrust harshly into Gaara, gripping the redhead’s
hips so hard that Naruto’s knuckles were white.
As far as Naruto could, he pushed into the depths of Gaara before
releasing himself with a feral grunt, simultaneously biting down on Gaara’s
collarbone as he came. A few more tiny
thrusts, almost afterthoughts as steady streams of warm liquid moved into the
former Kazekage. Naruto was finished,
wearily pulling out so he could clean both Gaara and himself up before Sakura
or Kankuro found them.
“Hnn,” Gaara moaned as Naruto used
a damp cloth to clean off his skin, going a little too rough on the more
sensitive areas before Naruto started to removed the cum from his own
body.
Naruto smiled at Gaara, “Get dressed,
we have to get going now.”
Gaara grinned right back…yes, he
supposed they did.
Naruto tried and failed at redressing himself and
Gaara. Thankfully, fifteen minutes after
the ceremony was to begin, Sakura found the pair of half-dressed men,
struggling with their kimonos as they confusedly tried to put them back on
right.
Naruto smirked as Sakura berated him for being so careless
on his wedding day, going on and on about how they had all the time in the
world to be intimate, but over a thousand guests were getting restless as Gaara
and Naruto were nearly declared missing.
Naruto watched as Sakura retied silk and pruned him and
Gaara carefully until they once again looked regal enough by her
standards. Naruto choked back tears and
pulled the kunoichi into a hug, “Thanks Sakura, you are the best friend a guy
could have.”
Gaara nodded in agreement and awkwardly joined the hug,
making both Naruto and Sakura chuckle at him.
Gaara wasn’t the hugging type, but he gripped both Naruto and Sakura
tightly.
Sakura groaned, “You two smell like sex, musky boy sex. I need to find you some cologne or something
to hide that.”
Naruto and Gaara chuckled, sniffing themselves as they
watched Sakura hurry around the room looking for anything which would cover the
proof of Gaara and Naruto’s recent rendezvous.
Digging in one of Kankuro’s bags, which the puppet-nin had brought to
help primp his brother, Sakura found Kankuro’s cologne at the bottom and gave
the men a healthy dose of the fragrance.
Sakura sniffed the two again, still not satisfied and
vocalizing it by sighing and adding, “Now you smell like Kankuro after sex.”
Gaara obviously didn’t like the thought of that at all, but
Naruto just laughed. “Come on,” Naruto
said while tugging at Gaara’s sleeve, “We have a wedding to get to.”
It all passed in a big blur.
Gaara hadn’t realized how little one could remember from their own
wedding. All the practiced motions and
steps and words seemed to slip away, but there was one thing he did remember…watching
Naruto. During the ceremony Naruto’s
eyes had locked with his own and he couldn’t help but have the powerful memory
of those loving blue eyes watching him, loving him, saying the things they
weren’t allowed to say in a proper ceremony like this.
Even their vows had been written by the council of elders,
one of the many compromises they had to agree upon to have the wedding go
forward. Apparently, flowery confessions
of love by two men weren’t appropriate for a wedding like this. Sakura reminded an angry Gaara and Naruto
that the council often oversaw the weddings of the top families and officials
in Konoha, and such restrictions were put on those couples as well. It still didn’t go over well with the two
men, but Gaara really didn’t care about any of that during the ceremony, he
just let himself get lost in the loving eyes of Naruto. They spoke more deeply than words ever could.
Know that no matter what happens in the future, I will
always be there for you and will always love you with every atom of my being.
There is nothing which could ever compare to what we have, don’t forget that.
Gaara could never
forget that.
Things to do…people to
love... moments to live…Naruto was grateful for the second chance he’d been given at
life, grateful for Gaara and Sakura and Kakashi and Sasuke.
“I love you,” Naruto whispered as the ceremony came to a
conclusion.
Gaara smiled, “I love you, too.”
Deviating from the planned course, Naruto decided one part
which the council of elders had cut from his wedding would happen, despite the
disdain of some grumpy old council members had for seeing two men kiss, as he
pulled Gaara to him and kissed him furiously, eliciting a whooping round of
applause from many of the ninja present.
Those loving eyes and one hell of a kiss, that was
what Sabaku no Gaara remembered from his wedding…and that was definitely
enough.
“My new dream, which
is more important than being Hokage, is to spend the rest of my life with you,
Gaara. All of the days I have left, freely given to you so we
can raise a family and then grow old and wrinkly together. That’s what I
want Gaara, to be with you…more than anything,”
The things Naruto had spoken to him the night of his
proposal, the words of the letter Naruto had written, the eyes which told him
of a love stronger than death, and a kiss which reached so far into Gaara’s
soul that he swore it mingled and shared itself freely with Naruto’s. It might not have been happily ever after, a
ninja’s life rarely was, but it was enough.
Enough for Naruto, and enough for Gaara, both of whom loved each other
dearly.
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(author
is crying as she writes this...)
THE END
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A/N’s: Okay, so it
really isn’t the end, end. I have an epilogue and some other stories
which will happen later in their lives (like some KankySakura
stuff), but it’s the official end.
*blubber, blubber*
WAAAH!!!! Thanks Harlita, your review kicked my butt into gear
and got me to writing.
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