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Under the Desert Night Sky Completed	By : Royality Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You...You are really strange." Gaara was leaning over the side of the tub with his rear poked out from the inner cleansing of it.
"Huh? How?" Inside of Gaara's hole were pair of thin, cool fingers that were still probing about. The erection that formed was rubbing against the tub's wall as the supple ass continued to push against the hand. Laying his head on the edge of the tub's lip on top of folded arms, Gaara continued to speak despite what was being done. "You just accept things. Hey, push them in deeper and move your hand in and out faster." Looking down to see what the hand was doing, Shiro pushed and moved the fingers as directed. "Oh. I'm use to it. I was an assistant and Kabuto is very demanding. If I messed up at following directions, well...It wasn't pretty." A nervous laughed was released just at the thought of it. "Like this?"
To that, Gaara grinned wickedly before turning to bite into one of the folded arms. It was to muffle the sound of a satisfied grunt. "Use your other hand and touch my front." When the surprisingly cool hand mixed with the hot water engulfed the cock, the second grunt that came out wasn't muffled at all. Panting off the ledge, Gaara wiggled and splashed about. Shiro had to move to sit upon knees and leaned over the other man's body to be within reach. It wasn't as if Shiro was completely naive or unresponsive. He knew what this was doing to the red-head with his own erection stiffening in response to the heat and sounds. "If you want me to aim for your prostate...it should be..." The probing fingers shifted then suddenly pushed upwards at a different angle. "Here." Instantly, Gaara cried out as stream after stream of semen shot into the water.
Murring, Gaara's upper body collapsed over the ledge as an arm hung lazily over the side. The water from the arm and hand dripped rhythmically onto the tile floor."Was that too much?" Shiro looked over, honestly concerned. "I'm really sorry!" There was a silence that made Shiro put his head on Gaara's shoulder, the fingers slowly pulling out of the rubber band. "Hey? Hey? Are you okay?" The long, thin arms went around the resting man's waist, holding him close. The silence turned into soft laughing. Gaara was smiling, turning his head to look into the single jade eye. "You...aren't as dumb as you look." Shiro blinked, pulling away. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. "I'm hot, we're getting out." After pushing himself out first, Gaara turned with an extended hand. "Come."
"Kay." Taking the hand as before, Shiro was pulled out of the water. Standing still on the floor, the long white hair and body were dried off carefully. When the drying stopped, Shiro returned the favor. It was a back and forth relationship that was forming. Gaara led by example, and Shiro followed without question. In the bedroom, Gaara had taken a seat upon his knees on the mattress as Shiro sat crossed legged in front of him with the back facing. The snake had slithered to watch upon the long back, seemingly relaxing and taking interest in the red-head. With the phone receiver from the room in one hand and a brush in the other, Gaara groomed his pet as he spoke to a guard trying to get some clothes sent up. "What are the warmest clothes we have? The temple clothes from the mountain area? Okay, can you get the white ones? The ones with the black trim. A tall size for a male, about 3 or 4 inches taller than myself. Bring the coat with the face mask too. Oh, and I need an eye patch. Well, find one. A black one. Leather. 10 minutes, knock first." After hanging up, he continued to thoroughly brush the white hair. Once completed, it was pulled into a high ponytail with the long bangs parted to the side to cover the hollow eye.
"There." Smiling at his work, Gaara tossed the brush back into the open drawer of the nightstand. "You don't look like a vagabond anymore. Come up here." Turning, Shiro crawled up to sit on the spot that Gaara was patting. "Geesh, you're shivering again..."
"Sorry." A blanket was pulled over the exposed, cold body, then was pulled over to be nuzzled closely. The quietness was comfortable for them both as Gaara petted over mound in the fluffy blanket that was huddled in his lap. With the other hand, he continued to look over the scrolls and read them over. The silence only broke to ask small questions for explanations on some of the wording. When there was a knock on the bedroom door, Gaara got up to wrap a towel around the otherwise nude waist. Peeking outside the door, he stared into the face of his siblings. Kankuro was without his facial paint, a scowling look upon the strong face. Temari wasn't much better, her arms crossed as they held the bundle of clothes Gaara had ordered to her large bosom.
"Yes?" Gaara's face suddenly looked innocent as he half hid behind the door.
"Don't yes us! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Kankuro huffed, pushing against the door. Defiantly, Gaara pushed back.
"Don't come in my room without permission." The brothers glared at each other in a childish stand off before Temari threw her hands up.
"Stop this nonsense." A feminine hand smacked the back of the brown hair of her brother as she pushed passed her damn self. Sighing, Gaara followed after they both managed to walk in. "We heard you were keeping an intruder in your room, Gaara. Do you have any idea how dangerous that...is?" Stopping to point to the bed, the berating older sister stopped in confusion. "Is that a fairy?"
Poking the head of silver-white hair out from under the blanket, Shiro blinked as he looked to the other siblings. Sighing, Gaara went over to sit down on the mattress. Petting to top of Shiro's head, he turned for introductions. "This is Shiro. Shiro, this is Kankuro and Temari, my siblings. Say hello." Smiling, the head nodded.
"Hello."
"...The fuck?" Coming over, Kankuro pushed his untrusting face so close that Shiro retracted. "The fuck are you doing here?"
The snake-like eye adverted Kankuro's gaze, looking to Gaara instead. "Eh? Don't look at him when I'm talking to you!" The hands that grabbed the blanket and body started to shake violently.
"Kankuro! Stop it!" Standing up, Gaara was only roughly pushed back down to the bed. Soon one of the hands came up, balling into a fist that launched towards Shiro's face. The wack of impact echoed in the room. "..Fuck..." Kankuro grunted as the fist was being crushed in Shiro's grip. Only a sliver away, Shiro's face remained harmed. As the single green eye of the stranger made contact with Kankuro's, the once playful and naive aura had completely changed. The sand sibling jumped away, taking a defensive stance. "Finally showing your colors, you murderous bastard. Fine, I'll play with you." With that, the signature strings of the puppet master began to thread from the fingertips. "Shi..." Gaara turned to the spot, but there was nothing but a pile of blankets. As if a gust of wind, Shiro had launched at Kankuro. The dark eyes tried to focus on the attacker, but he had vanished again. In an instant, Kankuro found himself pinned by the throat with one hand and the other had straightened fingers that glowed to a sharp edge. "Shiro. That's enough." The fingers instantly relaxed, the playful face returning as the pressure was released. Looking to Gaara, Shiro took the extended hand and had the blanket replaced over his still wet head and body. "You'll catch a cold if you run around naked." Temari was staring blankly, as was the humiliated older brother.
"That's...some sort of rabid dog you have there, bro. It's dangerous..." Rubbing the newly reddened throat, Kankuro hopped to his feet.
"Dangerous to you, maybe. Isn't that right, Shiro?" A hand came to pat the top of the pet's head, making him smile. Moving away, Gaara took the clothes from his sister and shooed them out of his room. "Thank you for bringing these up. Good night." The door slammed in the siblings faces, and was promptly locked.
"Were...we just put out?" Kankuro looked to Temari, who only shrugged as she turned to walk down the hallway.
"He's dangerous, but obedient. Gaara seems to be enjoying himself, and I really don't want to know too much..." Sighing, the brother hurried to catch up in pace with the sister.
"Yeah. But still, that hand of his was able to cut the line of my strings."
"Hey, are you mad? I wasn't going to hurt him. He shouldn't have pushed you like that." Gaara shrugged at the question, pushing Shiro to sit down as he fitted the black eye patch over the missing eye socket.
"You were defending yourself, and me. You're a good boy. There. That's better." Touching the eyepatch once it was on, Shiro smiled a bit.
"Thank you." Gaara smiled back.
"You're very welcome. Come, it's time dinner and bed." The clothing package went to rest on the nightstand as Gaara removed the towel that hung loosely anyway. Tossing it towards a basket by the closet door, the Kazekage crawled into the bed first. Once moved to the middle with the bare back laying against the headrest, he used a lazy hand to beckon. "Get your tray and carry it over. You can eat here." As Shiro shuffled about, Gaara picked up the scrolls again to continue reading as Shiro sat in front of him, remaining mostly covered under the blanket as he slowly ate. Once the food was gone, the tray was set back on the cart and pushed away by Gaara's foot. An arm went up, beckoning the bundle of blankets over to rest on top of still exposed legs. Once settled, Shiro was once again under Gaara's petting hand and resting arm. "Go to sleep." Nodding, the tired jade eye slipped closed from exhaustion.
Since Gaara barely slept , it was still many hours before the urge to nod off came. Putting down the pages that had been read over many times, the nude body curled around Shiro's bundle. The other man awoke just enough to be repositioned as the blanket was unraveled. Gaara made his way under, though was hot by nature. Still, he enjoyed being wound around the coolness of the oddly soft, scaled skin. "Shiro."
"Hm?"
"You're not a snake...You're more like a water dragon...beautiful and cold."
"Water..dragon? A seahorse?" There was a small chuckle as the long arms embraced Gaara closer to the smooth chest. "I'm not a seahorse either, but if you say so?" Gaara chuckled as well, clinging back as he nuzzled his face into the cold skin. Both pair of eyes slipped close until the early peek of the morning. Gaara was up and about first and already dressed before shaking Shiro awake. Getting up without complaint, the white dragon was dressed carefully in the temple clothing brought down the night before. Heavy white silk layers tied with a black straps with long black robe which opened in the front like Gaara's own coat. The straight leg pants were nearly the same as well. The long white hair was re-brushed and tied into the high ponytail. "There's a hood to the back of this coat with a face mask attached in the front. If we go outside, make sure to hide your face and head. Inside of the keep, however, you'll be fine. Speak to no one but me, and do as I say. Understood?" Once Shiro nodded, Gaara smiled. "Good."
And so it began as if it had always been. Shiro followed Gaara everywhere with the utmost loyalty. It was unsettling to many the first week or so, who were offered no explanation other than this taller young man was Shiro. He sat quietly at Gaara's side unless spoken too by the Kazekage, following him down hallways and into rooms unless told to wait by the door. He was even genuinely happy to be given a simple task. The whispers around spread that Gaara had picked up a handsome and beautiful stray dog, simple and well-kept who followed his every word without question. It was also noted that Gaara seemed happier himself, like a boy who got a new pet or toy that never left its master's side.
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