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Bonds of time	By : drakoniss Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Shikamaru/Naruto Views: 2640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"How do people live here?"
Gaara asked pulling the hood of his trench deeper over his head. Not being the complaining sort he merely wondered, imagining how miserable it must be to spend half of a year drenched in cold water that makes roads muddy and slippery, and the world dreary and gray for the three month out of the year.
Kankurou shrugged, looking bored, only traces of paint that have not been washed away by rain left on his tired face. He was an older, cruder version of his brother, harsh features that seemed to be made for the difficult life of a shinobi, and a square shouldered outline of bulky figure. Not a looker by any means, his face softened when he smiled, toothy grin being his best feature, followed by intelligent tawny eyes that crinkled in the corners from too much squinting in the harsh desert sun.
"They probably wonder the same thing when they come to Suna; how do people live in this miserable heat, nothing around but desert and rocks, and more desert surrounded by even more rocks.
"I like it."
"I don't mind it much either." Kankurou grunted jumping over the puddle. "Are you tired? You look tired."
"I am tired; you are tired; everyone is tired; it's a long road, and the weather sucks."
"Kazekage Sama!" Sora, a big shinobi who reminded Gaara of a younger, kinder Naruto called from behind his back." You want me to carry you?"
Gaara flipped him off engaging in a friendly banter with his men, to pass the time and fill the boredom with the empty, meaningless conversation.
"So, who is gonna guard you in that rainy village of yours once I go back?'
"Hey, what are we for?'
Sora called again, sounding offended.
"You are not enough. You've never even been to Konoha; you don't know a first thing about that village; I would be more comfortable if Hokage provided at least one of his own men."
"I did not ask. "Gaara admitted half guiltily. 'I am sure Naruto will find somebody who fits into your standards of a capable bodyguard."
"He better; and it's better not be Lee. I don't trust that guy;"
"You think he might try to kill me in my sleep? He is retired, I think."
"Good."
Kankurou worried too much; both of them did, Temari and him, but there was not a thing that Gaara could do about it. It was nice to have people that worried; but even fifteen ears later, Gaara was still coming to terms with it; still was not used to the fact that people put his well being so high on their list, even if those people had been the only family he had left. And it did not help that things always seemed to happen to him, giving his sibling even more food for their unrelenting concern about his wellbeing.
They entered Konoha on a third day of travel, and Gaara right away noticed that for whatever reason, the village had been going through a tough time. The old buildings needed to be fixed, the new ones needed to be built, and the roads were something of a horror story, the pavement destroyed to a fine rubble, and he almost slipped twice where the rabble had been completely washed away by rain. The weather made everything appear even gloomier, painting Konoha in the monotone, gray color. It only seemed fitting to find Hokage in a similar state of decline.
Leaning back in the large chair, Naruto had his feet propped on the edge of his old, oak desk, piles of correspondence hiding him from the view almost completely. Eyes wary and rimmed, he seemed to be thing of everything and absolutely nothing at the same time, face lighting up from inside when he notice Kazekage's swift entrance.
"What had my sisters' ex boyfriend done now?"
Gaara smiled, approaching. Naruto would always have a special place in his heart that nobody would be able to replace; and it was not even about that fact that he still harbored any romantic feelings towards him, which he did not, but about them sharing a special kind of bond only another Jinjuriki could understand. Even with Shukaku long gone, Gaara would feel the beasts lingering presence with in himself for as long he lived; and Naruto's beast, ten times more powerful than Shukaku ever was, still controlled some small portion of Naruto's psyche, constantly tempting him to just forget everything… and let go. Jinjuriki had been most vulnerable during the times of emotional crisis, and if the sly fox still wanted too, now would be the time to try to break fee.
"Gaara!" Naruto jumped to his feet. "I am so happy to see you. "He crushed him in a hug, then briefly let go before squeezing all the air out of him again and again. "I can't believe you are here!"
"I am here. Here looks pretty horrible, by the way. The village is a mess. What the hell had happened to your hand, man?"
Naruto laughed, looking relieved. Some of the resignation lifted from his face, and for a second he resembled Naruto that Gaara remembered, a boy who could light up the room, or a small banquet hall, with his smile.
"I had a fight last night… with my wall."
"Has it really been that bad?"
Gaara frowned, stroking Naruto's cheek in a light, up and down motion. He'd head rumors of course; but he did not think things deteriorated that bad that fast. Only three years ago, on the night of Naruto wedding, there had still been hope in his eyes. Now, he air of void seeped out from the familiar depths, and it just felt wrong. Naruto was a happy person by nature. He never let hardships bring him down, never succumbed to depression before. Now, he resembled an empty shell of a man Gaara knew, the substance barely held inside by a thin thread. He did not know whom to be more angry with – Naruto's crazy wife, or that idiot Shikamaru. Before he could start fixing the village, Naruto needed to fix himself. And Gaara would help him; he owed him that much.
"Yeah. "Naruto sighed, leaning into the touch. "Much better now that you are here."
"We'll fix it."
Gaara promised.
"Not so easy."
'Naruto." Kankurou piped in, brusque and businesslike, his hug nearly not as affectionate as his brother's. " I need you to promise me – that while I am gone, and Gaara is here, nothing is going to happen to him. I need you to give him one of your best men to guard him at all time, day and night, and not leave his side even for a second. I need you to personally make sure that he is safe, and if you don't, I will come back here and…"
"Kankurou." Gaara cut him off. "That is enough. I am sure Naruto will provide me with all the security I need; I have my men here; And brother… I am an adult. I can take care of myself."
"Like you did when Deidara kidnapped you and killed you, and back then you still had Shukaku inside you to help you along."
Gaara could read in in his brother's eyes, and Naruto seemed to second that thought. Oh, please! He was not a helpless child for fuck's sake!
"I have just a guy." Naruto reassured. "He is one of the best shinobi I have; he is bloodthirsty, intrepid, and fiercely loyal. He will not let anything bad happen to Gaara; and neither will I."
Kankurou seemed satisfied with this answer, but still grumbled unhappily under his nose:
"I will need to met him."
"The wolf boy?" Gaara guessed. "I heard that he was trouble."
"Only if you are an enemy, a woman, or a guy who is trying to steal his woman. He's got some unresolved issues… but they won't interfere with his abilities as Gaara's bodyguard."
Kankurou grunted; Gaara shrugged his shoulders and smiled; Naruto scratched his head with a blunt end of his pen.
"You look good, Kazekage Sama. A bit too skinny, but I believe we can find you a nice boy from Konoha after all."
Naruto smirked when Gaara unbuttoned the thick, red trench, and moving with a fluidity of a dancer, walked to the window to glance at the Hokage Mountain.
"I don't have time for boys. Hey, where is your face, man?"
"Everybody has time for boys." Naruto contradicted joining him, falling into the familiar routine when they did not have to say much to understand what the other meant. "I did not want my face there; seemed a bit… premature. I've set up a place for you; hope you gonna like it. I would love for you to stay with me, but I am afraid my wife might try to murder you in your sleep."
"I though I will have a big, bad, strapping shinobi to protect me.'
"He is a really great shinobi; But Hinata is crazy, and unpredictable, and I would rather not take any chances." And the misery was back on Naruto's face, overshadowing the fleeing happiness with a desolate mask. "He should be here any moment to walk you to your place. I will come by tomorrow to see how you settled in, yeah?"
"Yeah."
There had been a rustling at the door, and deep, unfamiliar baritone entered the perimeter of Gaara's consciousness.
"Lord Kazekage." Kiba grinned when Gaara turned around to face the newcomer." My pleasure.'
" Kiba; long time no see."
Kiba was lean, angry, and covered in ink, Inuzuka marking bright red on his artistically hollowed cheeks. His eyed Gaara back with his coal –black eyes that had keen intelligence lurking behind them, spiked with an admirable amount of character. He tried to tone it down for Gaara's sake, but it had been as clear as a day that the guy was dangerous. Dangerous like wild animals are dangerous, almost completely unrestrained in their intentions. One other thing that Gaara could tell that they guy seemed to be forcefully loyal to his Hokage, the look that he thrown in Naruto's direction full of respect, and ultimately, worry.
Dressed entirely in all black, his body all sinew and elegant, lean lines, spiky hair cropped close to his scalp, he flashed pointed canines in a feral grin.
"Ready to go?"
Kiba asked him, intentionally leaving out Gaara's title out of the sentence. Huh. Wild and insolent. At that moment Gaara was overcome with a sense of realization that this guy did not like him. He could not, for the life of him, figure out why, but he did not want to bother Naruto with his assessments either. Hokage had enough problems on his hands as it is.
"Pease tell me it's not going to rain.'
He said instead hugging Naruto final good buy, picking up his trench coat from the chair.
"It's gonna rain."
"I hate rain."
"It grows on you. Kiba will show you the way; and I will try to swing by tomorrow. And Gaara…"
Knowing what Naruto was going to say, Gaara waved him off with a smile.
"Don't mention it; I'll see you later.'
"Later.'
“
Outside, the sky had been a slate-gray blanket above their heads, pregnant with water still trapped inside the bruised clouds, about to escape.
"This way."
Kiba pointed with his finger to a gathering of low apartments buildings up ahead. The sleeve of his jacket bunched up gathering around his forearm and Gaara saw that Kiba's hand had been covered in ink ending just above the scraped knuckles. Where it begun, Gaara could not even begin to fathom.
'Hey, no smocking."
He warned when Kiba was about to light up, bringing a match to the tip of cigarette dangling between his lips.
"Who says?'
Kiba narrowed his eyes, the air of challenge flaring up inside the coal black depth, slit-like pupils widening a fraction.
'Says me.'
"Oh yeah?'
Kiba nostrils flared, and he brought a burning match to his mouth in a slow, deliberate move, blowing out a puff of smoke in Gaara's direction.
The fucking nerve of him…. He had not been this angry since he had the beast in him, Gaara fumed, walking up to him, nudging him in the black clad chest with the open palm of his right hand, fingers splayed over the center of his sternum. Kiba did not inhale again, blanching at the contact. What the hell was his problem?
"You Hokage might have a soft spot for you." Gaara hissed, furiously, yanking the cigarette out of Kiba's mouth and crashing it with his foot. "But I sure as hell don't. I don't know you, and I don't like your attitude. Don't you dare talking to me this way again. Is that clear, wolf boy?'
"Yeah." Kiba hissed back, subdued, yet defiant. "Fucking crystal. You wish is my command. This way; Lord Kazekage."
“
"I am surprised you did not leap to my rescue."
The rooms Naruto provided for him had been surprisingly decent. The apartment had hot water heater, nicely equipped kitchen, and the fridge stacked with food. Nothing to fancy, but Gaara only ate when he absolutely had to, so that suited him just fine. It had two small bedrooms and a living room where Kazekage's entourage ultimately decided to settle.
"Closer to the kitchen."
Sora had explained.
Kankurou shrugged at that, getting ready for sleep on the bed next to his, fluffing up his pillow that looked flat beyond all hope.
"He's got balls, talking to you like that. Aren’t you tired of all the ass kissing throughout the past decade? I think it's… refreshing.'
"He is rude, inconsiderate, and psychotic."
"Sounds exactly like your type, little brother."
"I'd rather die." Gaara said grimly, still unsettled by the earlier confrontation, thinking of the thinness of the walls between the bedrooms. "And as far as I heard, the guy is a womanizer like the world had not seen before; absolutely straight."
"Hnn." Kankurou answered which could mean number of things, but Gaara was not in the mood to find out what they were.
"Good night."
But Kankurou, knackered by three long days of travel, had already been snoring into his pillow, face slack and about ten years younger in the low lamplight. Gaara too closed his eyes and succumbed to the exhaustion, the creaking of springs of Kiba's bed on the other side of the wall grating on his nerves.
“
He is back in the cave, naked, scared to death, and fifteen. His hands are tied behind his back, and he is shivering, from cold, but mostly from fear, sickening and omnipresent. He knows they are going to kill him, and he is not ready to go. The fear makes him want to throw up, but at the same time paralyzes him robbing him of all the motion.
"I am only fifteen." He begs, silently, repeating the mantra over and over n his head. " I am only fifteen, I have not even lived yet; why do you need to kill me?"
But he also knows there will be no pity for him; they will kill, him, it's only a matter of time. Begging won't save him, and he will not say any of that out loud. He just needs to find his ground, get a hold of that fear, force it to the back of his mind, and get ready. He sees Kisame approach, shark teeth gleaming in the darkness of the cave. Kisame who begins to undo the top button of his pants freeing his cock, already half hard, and Gaara understands that death will seem like a blessing when it actually happens. Strange calms descends over him, and he stops shaking; lifts his head and stares into the eyes of a man about to rape him when he had not even done it with a boy he liked.
"Kisame;" Itachi say in low voice devoid of emotion." He is only a kid; we are going to kill him; do you need to do this too?"
"So, it's ok to kill him, but it's not ok to fuck him? Not everyone around here is an impotent like you are, my friend."
He is voice is anything but friendly though, and Itachi falls silent after this tirade.
Kisame gives his cock a lazy stroke, and comes closer; his crotch is leveled with Gaara's face, and when Itachi meets his eyes with something akin to pity in his glance. That's what makes Gaara snap. He is angry, now. Angry at himself for the moment of weakness; angry at these people that can rape a fifteen year old boy, rob him of life, and not feel a moment of remorse for it. He wants to fight; he wants to be given a chance to defend himself, but these same people that are planning to do al those things to him, they won't give him that chance.
'Who wants to go first?'
Deidara asks, his voice full of malice, and most horrible sound Gaara ever heard in his life.
'Look how pretty he is." He adds, stroking Gaara's cheek, his neck, tracing a shell of his ear with ice- cold fingers. Gaara tries to pull away, but there is nowhere to go, only the wall of the cave behind him, and his hands are tied. The beast inside him is anxious. He wants to help, Gaara can feel it, but they've done something to him, something that won't let Shukaku get out. "Almost like a girl."
'A girl is something he is not."
Kisame disagrees and nudges Gaara's limp cock with the tip of his boot. They all laugh at that.
Kisame is the one who flips him around and Gaara hear the sound of him spitting, then his goes numb when his butt cheeks are pulled roughly apart, and he never felt pain as excruciating in his life. The man inside him begins to thrust, in and out, the passage of his cock is now made easier, slickened with blood. The thing inside him is huge and unforgiving, tearing him apart, splitting him in half, and not being able to help it, he screams. Kisame seems to like it, the sound of his anguish, and his thrusts intensify, become more erratic, and his finally climaxes, pulling out just seconds before his orgasm hits, spraying Gaara's back with pungent, hot liquid. After that, he passes out, to be brought back to conscious state by another bout of pain when someone else is inside him, blood flowing freely now between his legs. They laugh as they take turns raping him, conversing with each other, making crude jokes. Gaara does not care anymore, he is already dead inside, he died a thousand times over, and he is ready to die again when it's Deidara's turn to mount him.
" Want to see his face."
Deidara says and flips him over on his back, and gathering the last amount strength left in him, Gaara spits in that smirking, cruel face. Deidara must be dead inside too, because his eyes are empty and cold, like his soul had fled his body a long time ago, and only a living, breathing shell that is doing these things to a fifteen-year-old boy remains. Deidara wipes his cheek from the spit, and puts the burning cigarette out in Gaara's left shoulder, and then slides inside of him, hitting him across the face at the same time as he fucks him, over and over again. He does not pause when Gaara starts screaming, the stench of burned flesh and the smell of sex heavy in the air of the cave. His soul breaks free from his body and out of this place, soars high into the night, desert heavens filled with stars, overlooking the grotesque scene inside the cave; he is free, but his body is still in there, they are still connected, and though he fells no more physical pain, the scene is still painful for him to watch.
“
"Hey! Wake up! Gaara, wake up!"
Kankurou's voice, the stinging on his cheeks from being slapped brought him out of the nightmare and back to the world of living, his brother's pale face like a sad, white mask in front of his eyes. He sat up on the bed and wrapped his hands around his knees, shaking, cold sweat trickling down his neck inside his shirt. He was not even surprised when Kiba walked in, taking in consideration the thinness of the walls. His men probably heard him scream too, but they were his men, and they won't pity him, or judge, or pretend the next morning they have not heard anything at all.
"I am sorry." Kiba said sounding like he actually meant it this time around. There was murder in his eyes, and Gaara wondered briefly what made him so angry. " I guess I'll just go back to sleep now."
He walked back to his adjourning room, leaving Gaara alone with hos brother and the ghosts of the past. Neither would be leaving tonight, Gaara thought, mind heavy, the sound of the rain against his bedroom window like an annoying song that won’t end.
"It grows on you, my ass."
"
Shikamaru had been anxious since morning, unsettled by meeting with Naruto, the light melancholy still lingering in the back of his mind. It was not fair; it was not fair that he could be near the man he loved almost the whole and not be able to touch; that he would go have sex with men he would never see again, just because he needed sex to survive; it was not fair; life was not fair. Speaking from experience, Shikamaru had known that the best thing he could do for himself was to buck up and take it.
He felt the beginning of the need resurface after they kissed in Sakura's office, a whole two days ahead of the schedule; a need he knew could not wait long; Why, out of the bouquet of genetic diseases he would have to be stuck with this, being pretty much shy and reserved by nature? Maybe that was exactly the reason, he thought, getting dressed, to loosen him up a little. Being born to a family of prudes, his mother being the first one in line, maybe he needed something like that not to end up like the rest of them – close-minded and judgmental over anything that had not been considered "normal." And it would be fine, this condition, if Naruto and he would still be together; he would not even have to feel it. But Naruto wanted children, and a family, and Shikamaru could not give him either. He'd known years ago, that this kind of relation ship would only bring him a life long heartache; He'd known, but he had not hesitated even for a second when he had a chance fall into Naruto's open arms. Now, the payback time had arrived.
The place that he liked was on the outskirts of Konoha; the only establishment that catered to men that came looking for other men. The same sex relation ships were frowned upon, and some clans, like the Inuzuka one, openly denounced them, despite the wide spread knowledge that Hokage had a weakness for another guy. He might have had a weakness, but he still married a woman, so people liked to see what they wanted to see. It made them sleep better at night.
"I know you."
A guy announced downing his shot, big, tanned and broad shouldered, wearing a Sand Ninja uniform. He looked to few years younger then Shikamaru, and something about him reminded him strongly of Naruto.
" I don't remember ever meeting you before."
"Nara Shikamaru." Big blond drawled, giving Shikamaru a once over. You used to come to Suna when you dated Kazekage's sister. I was ten, and had a huge crash on you."
"Huh.'
Shikamaru flagged bartender for a drink.
"What's your poison, Shikamaru?"
A guy drawled, unabashedly staring at his lips.
"Cock."
Shikamaru smiled when the blond almost choked on his drink. People usually reacted this way to his forwardness, but he did not have much time to beat around the bush. He needed it, and he needed it soon.
"And Hokage won't rip mine off for playing with you?"
"Hokage is married, have not you heard? Tell me…" Shikamaru met the guy's eyes. "Can I count on you for fucking me tonight?"
"You are not even gonna ask my name?"
The guy inquired with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"You can tell me later. So, was that a yes?"
" It's a bit strange, and a bit too fast, but you are hot, so I am not complaining. I love you lips."
"Now imagine them wrapped around your dick."
"Lead the way, hot stuff."
Shikamaru led him to a series of rooms in the back of the bar, rooms that Shikamaru had been well familiar with, having had sex in each and every one of them. His favorite room had been vacant tonight, and he unlocked it with a key, starting to undress as son as his feet were over the doorstep.
"Hey, hot stuff. "San ninja said appreciatively when Shikamaru dropped the last piece of clothing on the floor." What the hell are these?'
He was referring to the scars.
"These are none of your business. Come on; I did not come here to talk."
And he did not; he was beginning to feel the heat pulling between his legs, the sweetly sickening need rising up from the pit of his stomach. His ass had been vacant way too long, and the void needed to be filled.
'No kissing." He warned shying away from the touch of Sand Ninja's fingers over his lips." No talking; and don't come inside."
'Okay, hot stuff. Whatever you want.'
But he kissed him anyways, bastard, just the cheek, and laughed when Shikamaru scowled at that and slapped his hand away.
" My name is Sora."
"Whatever."
In the low, flickering candle light naked Sora looked quite handsome, all clean lines and beautifully crafted muscles, his pink cock like a small monster between meaty thighs. Shikamaru took in in his hand stroking it to a full hardness, considering taking it into his mouth, but he thought there would be time for this later; now, he need it inside himself, and small things like lubrication had been secondary in his mind. He nudged the guy towards the low bunk, pushing him to lie down on it, coming to straddle him from the top. Sora watched him propped up on his elbows, expression between curious and needy, completely engrossed in Shikamaru's ministrations.
Shikamaru sighed with relief, mounting him, taking full control of the act; he did not want preparation that would take minutes, he just need it inside of him, fast, and hard, the exquisite pain of initial entry singing love songs in his ears. It did not hurt as much as it could – and he still remembered how much it could hurt. For some reason, when he was so desperately in heat like now, he did not require much lubrication. He could get wed down there like a girl loving the feeling of the first moments of being penetrated.
'Just like that?"
Sora met Shikamaru halfway thrusting upwards, filling him , his face a picture of absolute rapture, fluttering eyelashes and parted lips. Shikamaru sighed; San Ninja caught up quickly what Shikamaru wanted from him, and gave it to him hard, just on the right side of painful, and it had been raw, fast, and more satisfying then any encounter Shikamaru had in a long time.
He remembered not to come inside, and pulled out when Shikamaru's own orgasm hit, spilling all over his quivering belly and fingers, low moan felling the silence of the room, and he almost looked like Naruto in this light, if Shikamaru squinted hard enough; and he had.
'That was… incredible." Sora breathed, stroking Shikamaru's sweaty hair. "A little fast, but incredible."
Shikamaru pulled away and sat on the bunk, too boneless to do anything but bathe in the afterglow of long awaited orgasm, feeling of need evaporated until next week.
"I am part of Kazekage's entourage." Sora offered hesitantly, beginning to get dressed." I will be here for two weeks. I would… love to see you again."
" I made so much of an impression?"
Shikamaru asked dryly, not pulling away this time when he felt another quick brash of dry lips against his cheek.
"Hot stuff; you made that impression ten years ago; not I am … smitten."
"Why not." Shikamaru yawned. "It's not like I have anything planned." And he did not. "My calendar is open."
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