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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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"Gaara? Gaara?" Shiro was standing in front of the man who was sitting on his bed in frustration. They had recently returned from a meeting with Sakura, who was visiting the Kazekage on personal matters. Shiro was ordered to cover his long hair and face before she arrived in order to take a standing position as an unassuming guard. The meeting left the keep for a night on the town with Gaara wining and dining his estranged fiancée. They spoke on politics, village relations, and eventually the would-be marriage arrangements. Of all the conversations, the one on marriage was the shortest. When Sakura returned to the hotel, Gaara returned to his house, eventually settling into his room as he was now.
"You can take off that hood and mask. You look ridiculous." Reaching up, he pulled them off as Shiro stood still, looking to his owner.
"Are you still mad?" Gaara had been irritated the entire way home, and retired to the private room much earlier than usual. Looking up, Gaara just sighed and fell onto his back.
"Come here." Crawling on top, Shiro straddled as instructed. The long white ponytail hung down off the side of the shoulder, tickling Gaara's face as he continued to peer down. Hands came up to cup the looking face, the snake coming to one of the cheeks in order to bask in the warmth of the palms. Smiling, Shiro locked eyes. "You're always so warm."
Gaara smiled back, feeling the stress of the day start to melt away. "You believe that?" Laughing, the man on top gave a nod.
"I do." Scoffing was the response he got as Gaara pushed himself up, the hands sliding down to drape around Shiro's waist.
"What do you know?"
"I know a lot about you." Playfully, a pink tongue poked out to tease Gaara. The red head was surprised that it wasn't forked. Giving the wiggling thing a lick of his own, Gaara rolled over to pin Shiro to the bed.
"Funny. I don't know a damn thing about you. " Pouting, Shiro sulked a bit at the response as Gaara leaned his face closer until noses tips touched. It was obvious that Gaara was still stressed, as he usually was when Sakura visited. It was never simply because she wanted to see him or was interested in their potential union. It was always do to business, or at worst, under the pretense of an excuse to bother Sasuke. Bother was a good word, since he never wanted to see her. If anyone else had to remind Gaara that he wasn't as good as Sasuke, it was her. He understood why Naruto picked the Uchiha, but he had hoped Sakura would one day come to her senses.
"What...do you want to know?" Even being pinned, Shiro didn't fight back. Unlike the blond Gaara longed for or the rose-colored girl, Shiro only looked at him. The coolness of Shiro's gently brushing nose felt nice against the skin. Locking hands and fingers, Gaara moved to touch cheek to cheek, his warm lips nuzzling and kissing at Shiro's neck. It was an unexpected gesture on Shiro's end, but it didn't bother him. "Why did you run away the night I found you?" Turning, Shiro tried to look at Gaara, whose face was on his blinded side.
"Hm? It was the twins. A year and a half ago, Kabuto tested the machine on twenty batches of DNA. Even yours was in one of the batches. There was a chart based off of regions, relationships, ages...The only surviving batch was the Nine-Tails host and the last Uchiha. He accelerated them in age and the night I left, he told me he was going to take them out and dissect them." Having to stop as Gaara's teeth gently bit into the cool neck, Shiro shivered with a slight moan.
"Dissect them?" Gaara whispered, a hand pulling away from the pinning to run the fingers through the silky white hair. He removed the hair tie in order for it to flow freely. "Why?" Catching his breath, Shiro continued. "Because...he said he wanted to see why they lived...they were just a test. But I..." It was extremely hard to talk as Gaara licked the side of his neck. "But I raised them, even in the tank. They are alive and healthy. They haven't even had a chance to live yet. As I was thinking of how to save them, that's when he drugged me. He injected me from behind and I woke up on the operating table. My eye was gone." Pulling away, Gaara looked down and blinked.
"Why would he take your eye?" Shiro only shrugged to that.
"His own parts wear out and he was having problems with his eye this time. Normally, he takes parts from the dead that rot over time. An arm, leg, liver...He might have wanted to take more, but my body is naturally immune to most drugs. It's why I survived in the first place. I could process the injections faster than other children...and with the snake, it eats injuries and toxins." Looking away, the remaining eye closed. "I believe he finally caught on that I was reading things I shouldn't have. I figured it out. So I went to the tank and released the twins, bundled them up and ran away. We were on the road for...maybe two weeks. I didn't want to be trailed to here."
"And now you're mine. Kabuto won't be able to take you back and you couldn't go back if you wanted too. I'd kill you first." Smiling, Shiro gave a nod.
"I know that. I'm glad."The solitary gaze looked back to Gaara, sincere with every word. The freed hand came up to touch the Kazekage's warm cheek. The cool fingertips moved to be ran through the brick-red hair. "Good boy." Shiro gave the short, spiky hair a playful rub, same as Gaara often did to him. Reaching up, Gaara grabbed the hand that was resting in his hair to be re-pinned it back to the bed. Interlocking fingers, the face leaned down to brush noses and lips together. The first kiss that was shared felt shallow and soft. It was as if fire and ice combined with the difference in their body temperatures, but nothing about the shared affection was considered luke- warm. Honestly, Gaara was simply indulging on what it was like to be wanted.
It was a simple wish, to have a partner who did not want anything else other than him. "Open your mouth more." Pulling a hand up, Gaara touched the soft bottom lip of the pet, gently directing it downward until the lips were parted enough to slip a tongue inside more easily. Shiro was easy to kiss, highly receptive to any physical direction and changes. "Amazing. Even the inside of your mouth has cool air. Is this what it's like to kiss a seahorse?" Smiling, Shiro shrugged bashfully.
"I never kissed a seahorse before. I wouldn't know."
"Smart ass." Smiling, Gaara pushed down to kiss again, the hand running down Shiro's neck and chest to unzip the coat and pull at the straps that held the temple robe together. Underneath the silk layers, he pushed the warm hand past the mess shirt to touch unrestricted bare skin. Invading fingertips moved up and down the smooth skin, running themselves over nipples, pecks and abs. Inexperienced, Shiro shivered with both eyes tightly shut on the blushing face. "Are you scared?" Gaara wasn't sure what to make of such strong reactions, even though he had no thoughts to stopping. Moving to stand, he started to take off his white Kazekage robes and unfastened the vest, along with the long burgundy shirt that was under it. "Take off your clothes."
Sitting up, Shiro gave a painfully shy nod, slipping arms out of the shirt that was already undone. The mess shirt was pulled over the head and put off to the side of the bed. He wasn't sure if the pants needed to be taken off as well, but he undid them at least. Looking to Gaara, the red-head had already kicked his shoes and pants off, standing in a pair of black boxer-briefs. As Shiro stood to remove his pants as well, he was pushed back down. With strong hands on the narrow, pale shoulders, Gaara stood in front of the seated form. Looking ahead, Shiro was eye to crotch with a slightly stiff, pitched tent from the black underwear. There was no order to be made that couldn't be told with the gaze from the raccoon eyes peering down. The hands moved from the shoulders to pet the neck and white hair softly.
Hesitantly, Shiro moved to pull the waistline of the underwear down. With the tuff of dark red hair and manhood freed, Gaara took a step closer to Shiro's face. "Your mouth..." The tone was gruff and aroused, the hands that were on the back of Shiro's head gripped the hair tighter. A gentle noise escaped the newly parted lips before the cool pink tongue came out to lick the throbbing dick head. It jumped in approval, growing in size as the licks and soft kisses continued. Once fully erect, it was slipped into the opening, forcing its way down to be taken down to its base. Shiro grunted as his throat adjusted, the jade eye watering up from the intrusion.
Gaara grunted as well for the icy feeling that surround his cock was new. There was still a warmth there, but also the sharpness of a freeze. It was as if Shiro had drank something cold before sucking him off. "Ah..." Gaara gasped, gripping the hair tighter while his hips pushed back and forth slowly. Shiro's head was being held in place as Gaara set his own pace. The icy fingers had dug their nails in Gaara's ass cheeks, eye looking up at Gaara's pleasured face. Looking down, Gaara gave a wicked smile as he pulled his cock out of the soft tunnel. Threads of saliva connected lips to dick before Gaara leaned down to wipe those lips clean with the tip of a thumb. "Have you done something like that before?" Shiro shook his head before being kissed deeply. Pushed onto his back again, Gaara continued to push the rough tongue into Shiro's mouth, being more aggressive in taking what he wanted. The kissing wandered down the pale body, biting at sensitive stiff nubs and flesh below the shallow navel.
Sitting on the floor upon knees, Gaara pulled Shiro out of the annoying pants and boxers. Feeling indulgent, the red-head took liberties to stoke and lick the other male's member. The first hot lick was enough to make the man cry out, his body instantly tightening up. Amused, Gaara did it again. Stroking the circumcised cock, it grew to full length and laid flat, pointing upward against Shiro's stomach. "You're really cute today, Shiro." The blushing from Shiro's face only grew brighter as he looked down. "Stay."
The smirking man got off of his knees to walk to his dresser. Opening a drawer, he fished around as the panting Shiro watched, still in the position he was told to remain in. "Here it is." Picking up a small labeled bottom, he came back to hold it in front of Shiro's good eye. "....Warming massage oil?" Shiro read the label out loud, not sure what to make of it. "That's good for...muscle relaxation. Are you in pain?"
Laughing, Gaara shook his head. "No, this was given to me to help me relax my shoulders. but the only thing I used it for was to ...well.." He pointed to the erection. Shiro's face suddenly had a look of enlightenment. "Oh..." He looked away again, embarrassed. "I get it." Laughing, Gaara poured a generous amount into his hand before tossing the bottle off to the side.
"Do you really?" Rubbing the oiled palms together, Gaara squatted back down. "Hold your legs apart." Bending the knees, the long legs came up to be held by Shiro's own hands. With legs spread wide, a thick middle finger pushed into the exposed pucker. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. Actually, as the heat from it grew, it was rather nice. Shiro never had anything that warm inside before. The snake-eye shut tightly as he gasped during the probing. Each push and pull, in and out, caused quivering. The grip that the arms had on the legs had to increase or there was a fear of them being released on accident.
Gaara's other slick hand moved to stoke Shiro's throbbing cock, making it worse on the poor boy. Faster and faster, the hands moved. Eventually a second finger was added inside. The Kazekage's mouth moved to lick and bite at sensitive skin of the thighs, ass, and even the swollen sack that sat between the jerked off meat and pumped anus. The rubber-band was stretched, scissored, pried, and finally filled completely with three digits. On Shiro's belly was a small pool of pre-cum, already dripping off to the side. Pulling the fingers away, Gaara stood as the boxers were pulled off entirely. He did the same to the panting, mess of the man on the bed, tossing the clothing to a collective pile on the floor. What was left of the oil upon his hands was rubbed onto his own cock.
With eyes closed, the moist lips of Shiro were slightly parted in order to breath so heavily. Those plump lips were kissed gently as Gaara descended. Holding one of the legs under the knee, the red-head's slicked over meat was lined and nudging against the still gaping hole. "This is...your first time right?" Not that it mattered. Shiro only nodded as he looked up. Smiling, Gaara shrugged softly. "I see." The cock pushed forward, slipping into the tightness of a virginal hole. Even though it was a first for Shiro, Gaara, on the other hand, was never short on quick affairs to satisfy a deep seeded lust. However, he had not partaken in any of these affairs as of late. "It's your fault, you know." Grunting, Shiro gripped the sheets and covers tightly. His teeth gritted together, rendering him unable to respond.
Gaara grunted as well, pulling out only to force the way back inside. The second trust made them both cry out. "I haven't had anyone since you came here, so you're going to have to take care of me." Gaara paused with moving, allowing Shiro to catch his breath. The white-haired man was hearing everything, even as tears started to leak from his eyes. Leaning over, Gaara kissed a wet check and ear to comfort, whispering softly. "Put your arms around me It's going to hurt for awhile." The thin arms came up, embracing Gaara closely. The coolness of the scaled skin was soothing in the burning heat. Moving to lock lips again, Gaara's hips and body began to push back and forth. The shallow thrusts slowly became deeper and deeper, until the full line of cock from tip to hilt were going in and out. The moans and cries mingled between kissing and nuzzling.
Gaara's back was clawed roughly as Shiro's neck and shoulders were bit into. The long pale legs easily wrapped around the bony waist. while the surprising strong upper body of Gaara pinned Shiro deeply into the mattress. Rolling Shiro to his side, Gaara lifted a leg to a shoulder as he continued to thrust back and forth. Gripping the covers, Shiro hid the tear stained face as he breathed heavily into the bed. The snake slithered sexily along his hip and spine, making the raccoon eyes lock onto the beautiful body. A hand went to jerk Shiro bouncing cock, faster and faster. Every stoke caused the hole to tighten around Gaara's meat wonderfully. A sudden cry from Shiro filled the room, the face trying to hide even more into the blankets as the tip of his meat sprayed rip after rip of pearly seed. Surprised, Gaara laughed suddenly. "Did I hit a spot of yours, Shiro?"
The thrusting suddenly got rougher and Shiro continued to cry out. His eyes were still watering, the body curling up from the rough impacts. "Shit...it's so fucking tight... I can't..." The abs in Gaara's lower stomach tightened as he bit into his own bottom lip. The flood of the youngest sand sibling filled the battered rectum. It was a flood of heat that made Shiro's entire body shake violently as he was still being fucked deeply so long as the shots continued. Moaning, it finally stopped as Gaara rolled Shiro once again onto his back. Exhausted, he remained inside while collapsing on top of the newest lover. The cold skin was highly refreshing after such a vigorous round. Sweat moistened, cool arms and hands came around his body, embracing him once again.
With his ear to Shiro's chest, Gaara could make out the increased heart beat. "You...did a good job. I'm proud of you." Smiling, Shiro's hand came to run its fingers through the messy hair that was laying upon his chest. "Thanks. You too." They shared a small tired laugh until Gaara pushed himself up. Reaching up, he used a hand to wipe away the tears from both cheeks.
"Does it hurt?" Shaking his head, Shiro nuzzled the palm. "Liar." Sitting up, Gaara slowly pulled himself out. The pucker twitched as more tears came from Shiro's shut eyes. It spouted a mix of fresh semen with taints of blood. "Why are you bleeding? Are you a girl?" Sighing, Gaara left Shiro to get a hand towel from the bathroom. It only took a moment, and he had come back to Shiro in pain, curled up on his side and holding onto the covers. The puddle of white with strings of red were still puddled underneath.
"Did I scratch you with my fingernail or tear something? You should have told me, you idiot." Laying on a side next to his pet, Gaara pulled Shiro over into an embrace. The hand with the warm wet towel went behind to clean and remained between Shiro's cheeks for comfort as the free hand petted the head of white hair. Despite being held, Shiro still shivered quietly. The sweat from his body was chilling him to the bone, even after clinging to Gaara's heat. "You're really helpless, you know?" Even scolding, Gaara was smiling, pulling the covers over to wrap around Shiro's frail body. He liked it, being the strong one and having someone rely on him completely. Following every word, obeying without question, and hopelessly devoted. The shivering began to slow down, only coming in small burst after every few minutes. The breathing decreased in speed as well as Shiro's heart beat returned to normal. Still, he clung, nuzzling close to Gaara with his eye closed. Curling up to end the day, Gaara felt completely satisfied for once.
*Author's Note: This is a long chapter because I wanted to get the rest of the prequel written out for this pairing. The next chapter will be getting back to present time and the main story line! Just wanted to have a note as to not confuse anyone! <3 This story is getting really long!! Thank you for sticking with it and I hope you continue to do so until the end. Truth be told, I'm always a little worried introducing Original Characters to Fan Fiction, so I'm happy the reception has been good with Shino, Kana, and Shiro. Thank you again! On with the show! ~ Howl*
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