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Be Mine	By : KohakuShadow Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I...can't believe how long this took me. I swear I wrote it a
paragraph at a time between other projects including redoing my
entire website, publishing a book of poetry, and starting a free
serialized novel on said website, but I am THRILLED to have gotten
through it, though because of all the stuff I was involved in at the
time it's probably not my best work—sorry about that.

Ino_chan won the Cookie from 'Kicking the Habit',
so this is her request—A valentine's day Naruto/Gaara fic.
Soo, if it's a bit out of season, SO not my fault.

Beware side pairings: some of them
are total crack. And I hope you enjoy it.

Be Mine

Gaara frowned burying his face deeper into the badly knit orange
sweater Matsuri had made for him. It was February and outside of the
Desert that meant Gaara was cold—and
being cold made him grouchy. He wasn't even sure why his siblings
had adamantly insisted they had to
be in Konoha at this time of year. As they approached the leaf
village he became even more perplexed. The entire village was
decorated in red and pink hearts and the kanji on his forehead was
painted all over everything.

“What strange ritual is this?” he asked.

“It's called Valentine's Day,' Temari answered cursorily.
“It's tomorrow and thanks to you being so stubborn we almost
didn't make it on time,” she lectured slightly like a good big
sister. He wasn't homicidal anymore, so even if he was giving her
his best 'I'll kill you' expression she knew he was bluffing.

But before he could get a better explanation out of her, Team Eight
turned the corner. Shino had just leaned over to whisper something
to Kiba, who took the opportunity to lean a bit closer than necessary
and lace their fingers together with a small nod.

“Hinata-chan!” Kankuro called, jogging over.

Hinata looked up, doe-eyed. “K-Kankuro-kun,” she
sputtered, cheeks flushing as he made it over. “See, I told
you I'd definitely be here,” he said.

“You barely made it,” Kiba chided. “She was
starting to worry, you know.”

“Kiba-kun!” Hinata protested. “I—I—I
...wasn't worried...” she told the puppet-master.

“It's Gaara's fault,” Kankuro assured. “He was
being difficult. I'd have been here days ago if I could have.”

Gaara frowned and barely resisted the urge to say 'was not'. He was
beginning to feel as if he was growing more childish with age. He
didn't want to humor this sort of stupid conversation, but part of
him wanted to respond to his older brother, to call him an idiot and
tell him to shut up.

He didn't have to dwell on the dilemma very long before his thought
process was completely devastated by a certain blond.

“Oooiiii! Gaara!” Naruto called, flailing his arms
wildly in what was probably intended as a slightly over-exuberant
wave before jumping from a nearby rooftop to greet the sand siblings.
“It's been forever. How are you?” he asked the redhead
conversationally.

“Cold,” Gaara answered abruptly.

“Then let's go eat ramen!” Naruto declared with an impish
grin—ramen really was his answer to everything.

Gaara blinked in confusion—he respected Uzumaki Naruto
immensely, liked him even, but there were times when he just
couldn't fathom how the leaf nin's mind worked—you know, most
of the time.

“Ra-men,” Naruto pronounced more slowly, enunciating each
syllable.

“...okay...” Gaara answered at last.

The blond grabbed his wrist and almost took out Shikamaru when they
were rounding the corner. Gaara's eyes widened as he barely managed
to keep up with an apparently very hungry Uzumaki.

The Nara gave Temari his usual flat expression. “Are you sure
it's alright to leave your brother alone with that maniac? You're
always complaining about how impressionable he is.”

“It's just Naruto,” Temari answered.

“There's no just when Naruto is involved,”
Shikamaru reminded blandly.

“I see your point,” Temari answered. “But I'm sure
it'll be alright. They're going for ramen so Naruto will be too busy
eating to say or do anything to stupid.”

“Fair enough. Ino and Chouji are going to meet us for barbecue
at two.”

“Alright, then let me drop our things off at your place on the
way.”

Shikamaru gave a bland nod. “I cleaned.”

“Wow. I feel special.”

The Nara shrugged in reply. “It would have been too
troublesome for you to get mad at me right before Valentine's Day.”

Temari rolled her dark eyes. “You're learning, I guess.”

“I choose life,” Shikamaru answered. “Hopefully
Gaara does too if Naruto suggests he try Jii-chan's new 'Super Spicy
Curry Ramen'.”

**

Gaara held a heart-shaped egg slice between his chopsticks and
frowned thoughtfully. “I don't understand,” he said at
last.

“Ipsenegg,” Naruto said with his mouth full, before
swallowing and saying more clearly, “an egg.”

“It's a heart,” Gaara confirmed.

Naruto blinked, not sure where this conversation was going. “Huh?”

“Why are the eggs shaped like hearts?” Gaara asked more
clearly for the sometimes ditzy blond's benefit.

“Because of Valentine's Day,” Naruto answered as if it
would have to smack him upside the head to be any more obvious. “Do
you not have it in Suna?”

Gaara blinked again. “I don't think so. How do you tell?”

“Well, do they put up lots of red, white and pink?”

“I don't think so.”

“Sell lots of chocolate?”

“Chocolate melts too fast in the desert.”

“Hmm...” Naruto rubbed his chin. “Well, do couples
get more mushy this time of year? Do a lot of nin ask for time off in
the middle of the month, all on the same day?”

The last one apparently made something click for Gaara. “Actually,
yes. I was wondering why they all did that.”

“A-ha!” Naruto declared. “See. You do have it!”

“But what is it?”

“Well, it's a holiday for valentines!” Naruto answered
exuberantly. “You ask someone to be yours and if they say yes,
you spend the day together and do stuff. Last year I asked
Sakura-chan, but she hit me.”

Gaara thought on this a moment. Well, he'd never had one, and he
liked spending time with Naruto, so after thinking about it a moment
he asked, “Do you have one already?”

“Nah. I was gonna ask Sakura-chan again, like every year, but
Genma got to her first, and she actually said yes! What's that guy
got that I don't, anyway? I mean, he's like super-old!” he
complained. Oh, I dunno, Naruto—long, dark hair, a muscular
build, sensual lips, bedroom eyes...you're right, Sakura has horrible
taste.

“Will you be mine then?” Gaara asked, completely missing
the romantic implications.

Naruto choked on his ramen, face turning quite red. “I,
well...” but Gaara looked so hopeful that he relented,
grinning. “Sure! Sounds like fun! We don't get to hang out
much, huh?” And besides, Gaara was someone he actually had a
very hard time saying no to.

Gaara's pale eyes seemed to glimmer slightly in happiness. Naruto
would be his first 'valentine'. He was anxious to tell Temari so she
would take back that 'stick in the mud' comment, even if he wasn't
sure what it meant.

**

Naruto walked Gaara back to Shikamaru's after they ate. No matter
how often the sand siblings visited Konoha, Gaara still tended to get
easily lost and even the oblivious blond knew better than to leave
him to his own devices in the February chill.

The Sunagakure group was always offered free board at the classiest
hotel in town, but for whatever reason they were more comfortable
imposing on the Nara's cramped, two room apartment. Kankuro slept on
the couch, and Gaara had his own futon should he wish to use it.
Temari shared Shikamaru's bed, making their relationship obvious in
spite of how much they denied it. The Nara didn't even call them
troublesome once, convincing everyone he was madly in love—which
was probably the only reason Gaara hadn't killed him yet for daring
to court his big sister.

On the way, Naruto spotted Neji and Lee and raised his hand to greet
them, but paused when he noticed Neji looking more irritable than
usual. Lee appeared to be his normal over-excitable self, but Neji
rather suddenly leaned forward and stole a heated kiss to shut the
green clad nin up.

When they parted, the Hyuuga cursed under his breath as if he already
knew what was coming. Gaara found himself glad for the sand armor
covering his heated cheeks.

“Hah!” Lee proclaimed loudly. “I win this battle,
youthful Neji! You must bring the flowers when you pick me up!”

Apparently that kiss meant Neji just lost a somewhat untraditional
battle. “Fuzzy brows and Neji are dating now,” Naruto
informed with his version of a sage nod. “Mostly, Neji acts
pissed about it, but that's just the kind of guy he is. They're
valentines too, of course.”

“Valentines...exchange flowers?” Gaara asked.

Naruto's cheeks flushed a bit. “Ah, well, you know, usually,
but we don't have to. It's your first time, after all.” It was
Naruto's first time too but he was never going to admit to it.

“No,” Gaara said firmly. “I want to do it the
right way. Even I can pick out flowers.”

He was so determined that Naruto couldn't help but relent—it
was rare that Gaara's cute side showed through.

'Argh! What am I thinking about?' Naruto
flailed a bit. 'I like Sakura-chan! Sakura-chan!'

But he respected Gaara's desire for a proper Valentine's experience.
He just hoped the redhead didn't figure out anything too
embarrassing about the holiday, or they were both going to be in
trouble.

**

“Naruto agreed to be my valentine,” Gaara said suddenly,
as if proud of himself. Shikamaru cursed—he'd been startled
and burned his hand on the pot he was preparing dinner for his guests
in—and Kankuro spat out his tea. The Nara gave Gaara's older
brother a look and turned down the flame, leaving the room to change
his shirt.

Temari rolled her eyes, boys were so stupid. “We didn't know
you felt that way about Naruto, Gaara,” she said.

Gaara got the impression he'd missed something important and tilted
his head quizzically. “I like him,” he said frankly.
“Am I supposed to feel a different way?”

“No. No, of course not. That's great!” Kankuro amended
when he finished choking. “We were just surprised. So where
are you going for your date?”

It was Gaara's turn to act surprised. “Date?!” he
squeaked.

This was about when Shikamaru returned from the bedroom with a fresh
shirt. “Gaara, just what did Naruto tell you valentines are?”
he asked.

“He said it's someone you like to spend time with. Is that
wrong?”

“Well...” Geez, Naruto. “No, it's not wrong, but
it's not as simple as he made it sound. It's a person that you have
romantic feelings for, like Kankuro and Hinata, or me and Temari.”

Temari smirked to herself; it was so rare for Shikamaru to admit to
that.

“Do you understand?” Shikamaru continued.

“...and I...don't like Naruto that way?” Gaara asked.

“Well, only you can know that,” Shikamaru answered. “Do
you think Naruto likes you that way?”

“...he agreed...” Gaara answered with a small pout.

“Don't antagonize him, Shikamaru,” Temari warned.

“I'm not, but this isn't the time for you to be overprotective
either. If Gaara isn't in love with Naruto, then being his valentine
is cruel, you know.”

Cruel? Gaara didn't want to be cruel, especially not to
Naruto, but he was still learning about real love. While Temari and
Shikamaru were bickering over him, the kazekage sneaked away to go
ask advice from someone he knew was in love and rumored to be
good at giving advice: Umino Iruka.

**

Iruka stepped out of the bathroom, toweling his hair dry. “That
man is insatiable,” he complained in that 'not really
complaining' sort of way. “And he never stays for dinner.”

Just as he was picking up the chicken and returning it to the fridge,
the doorbell rang. “Coming!” he called, rushing to the
door. When he opened it, he could only blink at who he found on the
other side. “Ah, Kazekage-sama,” he sputtered a bit. “Oh,
uhm, please come in,” he said, stepping aside. “What can
I do for you?” He quickly grabbed a shirt and pulled it on to
look at least a bit more presentable.

“You are...intimate with Kakashi-san,” Gaara stated.

Iruka blinked. Oh dear. This, was going to be an interesting
conversation. “...yes, I am,” he said, though it was
more of a question.

“I require advice on...matters of intimacy,” Gaara
stated, sitting down stiffly on one end of the couch. “Specifically,
the nature of...love.”

“The nature of it?” Iruka asked, taking a seat in a
nearby chair.

“Specifically, how you determined that your feelings for
Kakashi-san were 'love' and not 'friendship',” Gaara said
stiffly.

Iruka blinked once. “Well, let's see...” he began slowly,
trying to find a simple way to explain something as complex as the
nature of romantic love. “It's true that you want to spend
time with both friends and lovers, but with love it's more...”
he struggled for the right word. “Insistent, I suppose.”

“Insistent?” Gaara asked.

“Being in love is a bit like being hungry,” Iruka said,
latching onto what he thought was a good analogy. “When you're
hungry, you think about food all the time until you have some, right?
But even having it is only going to sate your appetite temporarily.
Once you've eaten it's only a matter of time before you're hungry and
need food again. So, loving is kind of like eating in a way. It's
insatiable like that. A friend is someone you like and enjoy
spending time with, but a lover is more like someone you can't live
without. You think about that person all the time, and no matter how
close you become, it's never enough. Do you understand what I'm
trying to say?”

Gaara stood abruptly when it seemed that Iruka had been as useful as
he was going to be. “...maybe,” he answered in brief.
“I'm leaving now.”

Iruka could only smile sweetly at the unconventional farewell.
Whatever the young kage was struggling with, he certainly hoped Gaara
found the answers he was looking for.

**

On the street in front of Iruka's apartment, Gaara frowned up at the
sky as the first of the flurries predicted for that evening hit the
end of his nose. His frown deepened as he looked one way up the
street, and then the other, and found they looked exactly the same to
him. Which way was Shikamaru's apartment again? He decided to go
left, contemplating Iruka's words. Was Naruto someone he wanted to
eat—no, that wasn't right, wanted to have? That sounded closer
to what Iruka had been saying. Did he think about Naruto all the
time? He was certain at least that without Naruto, he would still be
the same miserable excuse for a human being he'd been when he was
twelve. He wasn't sure he'd improved all that much, but he was
trying and everyone said he was making progress. He'd even made some
friends. Yesterday, Shikamaru let him come along to his weekly chess
game with Hyuuga Neji, who didn't seem to mind terribly that he'd
come along while Temari was out with 'the girls' doing something
supposedly very important that involved shopping downtown—no
boys allowed. Gaara suspected it had something to do with
Valentine's Day, which was tomorrow now, come to think of it, and he
still hadn't bought flowers for Naruto yet.

He frowned and thought he'd better find the flower store rather than
Shikamaru's house first, but he had even less clue about where that
was and ended up mindlessly wandering for hours, shivering a bit in
the snow. The more he thought, the more he was certain, of all the
friends he'd made over the past few years, Naruto was absolutely the
only one he couldn't live without. Before long he found himself in
the park. It had been a warm winter—Shikamaru had said
so—maybe there would be some flowers still in bloom somewhere
here? He was getting cold and irritable, so he decided to take a
look. He absolutely had to bring flowers. It was one of the rules.

But as he was looking, he heard a twig snap and startled, dodging
behind a thick tree and peeking around it to see what the noise was.
He thought it must be a deer or rabbit and he was just freaking out
over nothing again, but when he peered around the tree from his new
vantage point what he saw was definitely not the local
wildlife.

Sai bit his lip hard enough to break the skin.

“You don't have to hold it in, we're the only ones here,”
Yamato said with a little smirk.

“You'd say anything to get at my penis,” Sai answered.

“Not at all,” Yamato replied cheerfully. “I'd say
anything to get at your ass.”

Sai's cheeks colored and he arched a bit, shivering.

“Cold?” Yamato asked with a smirk.

“You know that's not the problem,” Sai hissed a little,
his rarely visible emotions peeking through in his dark eyes.

Gaara didn't know what inspired him to spy on them, but he moved his
position slightly to get a better view while remaining hidden under
the cover of trees. From his new vantage point he could see Sai's
feet were barely on the ground, only his toes, and his fingertips
were clawing at the tree behind him. He was being held in place
mostly by Yamato's thigh, which was rather obviously rubbing between
his legs.

“Oh? Then what is?” Yamato asked as he slid his hand up
under Sai's shirt until it was under his armpits. He pinched one of
Sai's already pert nipples and twisted it a little, pulling a little
yell of pleasure from the pale skinned nin's lips.

“Asshole,” Sai rasped, but he was obviously quite
aroused.

“Impatient, aren't we?” Yamato teased, but rather
abruptly turned Sai around and yanked his pants down before the
artist could get a word in edgewise.

Gaara bit the inside of his cheek. The chill in his bones was all
but nonexistent now and there was an uncomfortable heat pooling in
his groin. Sai's erect member was completely exposed to the chill
air, standing fully erect, and a shudder rippled down his spine when
a few snowflakes hit the heated flesh and melted against it.

Meanwhile, Yamato dropped to his knees in the snow and spread Sai's
pale cheeks, hot breath puffing out against the exposed flesh. “This
asshole?” he asked with a smirk before his mouth descended over
the hidden pucker. A small scream escaped Sai's lips and Gaara felt
a spike of hot pleasure race through his body. He no longer
remembered that he was lost and cold and just did everything he could
not to make any sound.

Sai didn't seem to be protesting anymore as Yamato removed his gloves
and stuck two fingers into the younger nin's hole. He smirked when
Sai bucked back against the intrusion, his thighs starting to quiver
as if it was too much effort to hold his body up and his bare torso
and arms pressed against the tree were the only thing keeping him
from collapsing into the snow. Yamato smirked, white teeth showing—a
gesture that reminded Gaara very much of Naruto.

The image of Naruto doing such a thing to him entered his mind and
when Sai screamed as Yamato found his prostate it instantly floored
him. He just barely kept himself from screaming, hands coming to cup
the now hardened member between his thighs as he grit his teeth,
knees wet in the freshly fallen dusting of snow. “Hah...”
He exhaled shakily, and Yamato paused for a moment. Sai didn't hear
whatever it was and asked, “what is it?”

Yamato got up and murmured, “Nothing. I think you're stretched
out enough is all,” quietly crushing their lips together and
easing his thick member into Sai's anus. Gaara squeezed his eyes
shut and shivered in lust.

It was at that exact moment a hand landed on his shoulder and he all
but jumped out of his skin as he looked up, just barely keeping his
sand from attacking the source of his shock. Naruto smiled cheerfully
down at him. “Got lost again, huh? It's late, you know. You're
shivering too.”

Gaara swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded dumbly. He
considered himself extremely lucky that the tree was blocking
Naruto's view of the lovers and they were being pretty quiet, for the
moment. But for the first time, Gaara realized...Naruto had grown up
really handsome. Was it just the hunger coursing through his veins
that made him think so? Wait. Hunger? Yes, this definitely felt like
being unbearably hungry. Even his chest ached as he fumbled awkwardly
to his feet. “...It's...snowing,” he answered weakly.

“Yeah, I guess you don't get snow in the desert, huh? Well,
Shikamaru's place is all the way on the other side of town, so why
don't you come over to mine instead, okay? They're used to you
wandering around at all hours, right?”

Gaara supposed that was true. Even without Shukaku, he didn't sleep
very much. He couldn't get used to it, but he'd never thought about
that. He nodded dumbly again. 'Insistent,' Iruka had said. Gaara
had never felt such need before in his life. It was all he could do
to keep himself from shoving Naruto into a tree and tearing his pants
off. Why, all of a sudden? But it wasn't sudden, was it? Gaara had
had Naruto in mind for many years. He just didn't know what he was
feeling or what it was called, or how to express what was in his
heart until now. He couldn't help but steal glances of the soft lips
that breath smoke passed from as they walked together, Naruto
babbling about the day's activities. Gaara didn't make out a word of
it, trying to take deep breaths and calm down somehow. He knew at
least that pouncing your friend in the middle of the street in the
dead of winter was not acceptable behavior, but now that he
was beginning to understand more clearly what this 'valentines' thing
was, he couldn't help but wonder if Naruto really had those
intentions or if he was just being nice. He wasn't sure what he was
supposed to do. If Naruto didn't have any feelings for him he might
hate him if he knew he was thinking such dirty things, but on the
other hand, Gaara had never really been known for his restraint.

“Ramen will warm you right up!” Naruto declared once they
were inside, shaking out his spiky blond hair.

“No.” Naruto blinked at Gaara's abrupt answer so the
red-head quickly amended, “...I'm...not hungry for food.”

It was a really strange way of saying it and Naruto laughed, thinking
Gaara hadn't realized the unnecessary words at the end of the
sentence. “Then what are you hungry for?” he
teased.

Gaara's answer was frank and impulsive. “Sex,” he said.

Naruto choked on his own spit. “S-s-...” he couldn't get
the word out. His face was bright red. Even though he had
Kakashi-sensei and the pervy sage around all the time didn't mean
he'd actually done anything like that. And Gaara had just
straight out said he was horny!

“I...” Gaara sputtered a little now and looked away.
“When you found me I'd just...accidentally stumbled across two
men in the park having sex,” he explained weakly.

“Eh? Really? Who?!” Naruto asked, curiosity getting the
better of him before he realized maybe he didn't really want to know.
“Your friend Sai and Yamato-san.”

Again, Naruto started coughing loudly, having had no idea the two
were even together, let alone together enough to have sex outside in
the snow at close to 11 pm in the middle of winter. He shifted
awkwardly, cheeks bright red. What did you do when possibly your
best friend ever just told you point blank that he'd seen two
guys fucking and now he was horny? Especially when your best friend
was also kind of your valentine, looking all cute with little water
droplets in his hair from the melted snow. Wait just a minute! Cute?!
Agh! He pulled on his collar. “Er, is it...a little hot in
here?” No, Naruto, your face is just BEET RED from imagining
Sai and Yamato going at it in the woods, and Gaara watching and
getting turned on. He wasn't sure but he thought that last part was
the best one. He'd never understood what Jiraiya's fascination with
half naked girls was, but it had never dawned on him that it might be
because his real preferences lay somewhere else entirely. And that
somewhere else was currently Gaara's groin, now that Naruto had
noticed the way his pants tented a bit at the groin. He cleared his
throat awkwardly again.

“...” Gaara knew it wasn't a question he really needed to
answer, but his current state of arousal was doing his often limited
common sense no favors and Naruto seemed so...charming...right now.
Before his brain caught up with him he'd lifted himself up a little
and planted an awkward kiss on Naruto's lips, like he'd seen Kankuro
and Hinata do when they thought no one was looking.

Naruto's blue eyes went comically wide in surprise and he blinked
when the kiss stopped more abruptly than he could even begin to
respond to it.

Gaara shifted and looked away. “...I'll leave,” he said
sullenly. Naruto probably hated him now.

But as he moved to the door the blond quickly grabbed his arm.
“Stay,” he insisted. “It's late.” Sure, that
probably didn't matter to Gaara, but it was late and he wanted Gaara
to stay.

Gaara opened his mouth to speak and he looked so cute and confused
this time Naruto was the one to act impulsively, pulling the small
kage up against him in a tight embrace and pressing their lips
together more roughly than Gaara had.

Gaara tensed defensively, but only for a moment before uncertainly
opening his mouth to the kiss—more like the kisses he'd seen
Temari and Shikamaru exchange when they thought no one was
looking. Naruto got the hint, and clumsily slid his tongue along
Gaara's. There were sparks. It wasn't the kiss that sappy romances
are made of, but real, sloppy, wet and awkward, but there were
definitely sparks. He could feel Gaara's half-mast erection poking
him in the hip and it sent a butterfly parade through his stomach as
the redhead's fingers curled the jacket at his shoulders into tight
fists.

Naruto broke the kiss with a sharp intake of breath and Gaara's
answer was a tiny moan, eyes lidded and lips swollen. “Gaara...”
He knew there was a sentence there, but couldn't find it and didn't
protest when the redhead suddenly tugged him into the bedroom by the
wrist. Oh god! They weren't, were they? ...they were, weren't they?
He was unceremoniously deposited on the mattress and before he could
protest Gaara was straddled across his lap, that large gourd being
dragged by sand to the corner of the room. Gaara kissed him again,
unable to get enough of the sensation. Now he understood why Iruka
said being in love was like being hungry. One kiss wasn't enough. He
couldn't seem to wait very long before having another, and then
another.

Naruto held him tightly. So this was what making out was like, huh?
For the first time he thought he really understood the appeal. They
breathed into each other's mouths and soon his hands weren't
satisfied with clinging to Gaara's slender frame, they'd begun to
explore on their own and Gaara moaned when they squeezed his bottom.
Why did that feel so good?! A ripple of pleasure shot up his spine
and his back arched. “N-Naruto...”

“Mmmmnn?” Naruto answered, but it wasn't really a
question. His own groin was already bulging in his own pants and
when Gaara shifted to shakily unfasten Naruto's orange jacket it
rubbed against the inside of his thigh and they both moaned in
pleasure. Things had quickly spiraled beyond any control logic may
have had over the situation and Naruto found himself fumbling out of
his jacket and cursing Gaara's clothing for all it's unfathomable
straps and sashes as he tried to figure out how to remove it. Once
the orange jacket was tossed aside, Gaara breathlessly helped Naruto
figure out, exposing his pale torso to the further explorations of
Naruto's warm hands. Gaara squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering.
“N-Naruto...”

“Do you want me to stop?” Naruto asked. He didn't know
if he could, but he'd asked anyway.

“...if you stop I'll kill you,” Gaara answered, dead
serious. He'd never felt this way and for the first time he felt as
if he understood what had been lacking in his friendship with
Naruto—intimacy. He moaned into another deep kiss and Naruto's
black tee got torn a bit in their rush to remove it. Naruto's elbow
bumped into the wall as he tossed it aside and he lost his balance,
sending them both sprawling across the mattress. He looked so
comically startled Gaara actually giggled—okay, it was a Gaara
style giggle, just the barest little 'heh', but Naruto determined
that it was the most awesome thing he'd ever heard in his life and
decided a bruised funny bone was well worth it.

When he adjusted, his thigh rubbed against Gaara's groin and the
redhead arched and hissed beneath him. The remaining fragments of
Naruto's hesitation vanished and he pressed his palm against the
bulge, causing a longer hiss to escape Gaara's lips. When he rubbed
it experimentally, a gasp and deep moan escaped the kazekage's lips.

Gaara was being assaulted with pleasure and the memory of Yamato and
Sai fresh in his mind didn't do anything to sate his lust for the
Uzumaki. Impatiently, he took Naruto's hand from the outside of his
pants and slid it down into the waistband to caress the hot, bare
flesh.

Gaara wasn't the only one who moaned this time. It was way different
to fondle Gaara's engorged cock than it was to touch himself and his
own member twitched in eager anticipation. He crushed his lips
against the smaller male's in a more rough and eager kiss. Their
teeth clashed a little, but neither seemed to care at this point.
“...take them off,” Gaara rasped, wiggling his hips. He
wanted out of his pants and he wanted out of them now.

Naruto didn't need to be told twice. He yanked them down swiftly,
confirming that Gaara apparently didn't wear underwear. It made
sense, he supposed—it was hot in the desert, so they probably
didn't want to wear any more layers than they had to. He was
momentarily fascinated by the hard cock bobbing between Gaara's pale
thighs and just stared for a few seconds before taking it in hand
again and stroking it. Gaara writhed beneath him and Naruto noticed
for the first time that there was a rosy tint to his member that
matched the flush of his cheeks—he must have removed his sand
armor when they were making out in favor of getting more sensation
from their kisses and caresses.

Naruto's groin twitched, and no sooner had he thought he needed to
get out of his own pants and boxers than Gaara moved rather suddenly,
yanking them down to his knees and returning the favor—stroking
and caressing his cock with his small hands. He could feel the heat
coming of of that pale body in waves and wondered if Gaara loved the
feeling of his body heat against bare skin as he did. Instead of
asking, he pulled Gaara into another firm kiss as they jerked each
other off.

But a mutual hand job wasn't nearly enough to satisfy either of them.
Craving more friction and heat, Naruto pressed Gaara into the
mattress and pushed his body down onto the redhead's, rubbing their
hips together so their cocks clashed clumsily together. Both boys
moaned eagerly, but it was only a matter of minutes before Gaara
rasped, “Naruto...m-more...” between kisses.

“I..d-don't know...” Naruto began to explain awkwardly.
He didn't know what he was doing. Anything more than this and he
might really hurt Gaara. Sure, he'd read some of the Jiraiya's books,
and lately there had been a few really gay ones!--but reading about
it and actually doing it were completely different!

Gaara wasn't hearing excuses though and pushed Naruto back to a
kneeling position on the mattress. “My butt,” he said,
remembering how Yamato's attention to Sai's anus had completely
floored him with arousal. “Yamato-san licked Sai's, and used
his fingers. He put his penis inside. I don't care how you go about
it, but if you don't get your penis inside of me tonight, I
absolutely won't ever forgive you,” he insisted firmly.

Naruto blinked in surprise at Gaara's insistence and barely managed
to register the words before he found the red head on his stomach in
front of him with his rear end up in the air, breathing raggedly.
He'd read about this pose in one of Jiraiya's books, but didn't
realize until right now just how arousing the position really was.
His groin twitched. Damn it! What had the guy in that book done in
this situation?! He struggled for a moment before remembering and
declaring “L-lotion! We need lotion!” And forgetting his
pants were still tangled around his knees, he totally face planted on
the floor as he rushed to get it. His face turned bright red, and
Gaara buried his face in the pillows—probably trying not to
laugh at him.

Naruto cleared his throat and quickly extricated himself from the
tangled pants and boxers before running into the bathroom. A few
clashes later he emerged with a huge grin, holding out the bottle.
Gaara blushed, far more interested in the engorged flesh between
Naruto's legs.

“Okay,” Naruto said, slapping his cheeks. “If what
I hear is right, this will probably hurt A LOT at first, but then
it'll feel really good, okay? So try to bear with it for a bit and
see if that's right.”

Gaara chose not to tell Naruto that he knew that, because he'd read
plenty of yaoi doujins before. “Just do it. I can't wait much
longer,” he complained.

Naruto didn't need to be asked again. He wanted—BADLY—to
just rub the lotion on his throbbing cock and ram it in the tight
hole, but he wouldn't do that to Gaara. He rubbed lotion all over his
fingers and swallowed roughly, starting to wiggle one in a little at
a time.

Another hiss escaped Gaara's lips. It didn't hurt—though it was
an unusual feeling. He took deep breaths, wishing Naruto would hurry
up. He couldn't explain this desire to have his ass spread open by
the blond's cock, but if he didn't get to it soon, he was going to
take matters into his own hands. When the second started to wiggle
in, Gaara began to understand—it did ache a little, but he was
a ninja! He could take it! He bit the inside of his cheek as Naruto
began twisting and scissoring the digits like he'd read in those
books, but the bit of pain was soon eclipsed as Naruto's fingers
accidentally brushed his sweet spot. Gaara's spine arched hard.
“A-aaah! D-do that again!”

“Ah wh--” Naruto choked a bit—that had been the
most arousing thing he'd ever seen and had almost been enough to make
him climax all on its own.

“Left..” Gaara rasped.

“H-here?” Naruto asked.

“Forward a little...” Gaara moaned in frustration.

Naruto was about to confirm the position again when Gaara's entire
body spasmed. “There! Ahhn! Th-there! Yes...oh god...right.
There!”

Naruto had to bite his lip as Gaara writhed when he rubbed that spot.
That had to be where the prostate was. He tried to remember it for
later and his breath hitched when he noticed that Gaara's dangling
member was dripping precum onto the comforter. His groin twitched
and he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled his fingers out, coating
his groin quickly with the lotion and pressing it against the
stretched hole. “Sorry,” he muttered, and pressed in. He
grunted when he was stopped half way. Gaara was too tight to take
more than that it seemed. He didn't know whether to cry in pleasure
or frustration. It was so hot and tight around him, but he wanted to
be seated inside all the way.

Gaara bit his lip to keep from screaming at the initial pain. He
wanted this. BADLY. He just had to endure it for a bit. Naruto
stopped, but started moving with shallow thrusts and he was able to
take deep breaths, soon it started feeling strangely good, but Naruto
wasn't going deep enough to hit that amazing spot deep inside.
“Nngh, Naruto, deeper...” he exhaled shakily.

“I...can't...” Naruto answered. “It won't go in.”
Naruto tried, but somehow couldn't quite seem to breach it.

“Push. Harder.” Gaara said, spreading his thighs more,
trying to wiggle his rear a bit to make it work.

Naruto bit his tongue trying not to climax from the motion and didn't
move right away. When he didn't Gaara became frustrated and
impatient and removed himself, shoving Naruto backwards and
straddling his hips. Naruto's eyes went wide as Gaara struggled to
position his cock correctly to sit down on it. He got a bit further
but arched and wriggled, ignoring the pain. “Narutoo...aaah...help
me...get it all the way in...” he whined lustily.

Naruto understood that Gaara didn't care about the pain at this point
and swallowed, grabbing the redhead's hips and pulling them down at
the same time as shoving his hips upward to breach deep into Gaara's
anus. Gaara screamed slightly. That, had REALLY hurt, more than he
thought, but he was glad to have Naruto all the way in. He couldn't
move right away, body going mostly limp, and Naruto just barely had
the presence of mind to stroke the kazekage's member to take his mind
off the pain.

It worked and without much more delay, Gaara began to rock his hips,
wanting to find that spot inside again now that he was spread so far
open. “Lift your hips a little,” Naruto rasped out, “so
I can move.”

Gaara did, shocked at the pleasure that rippled up his spine when
Naruto's member began to slide out. And then Naruto thrust up,
holding Gaara's hips steady, and Gaara wasn't sure whether he liked
it or not the first few times, but after a few strokes, Naruto pushed
Gaara's hips back slightly and thrust up again and Gaara's vision
went white. “There! Ah, it's there, Naruto!” Gaara
shuddered in bliss, even the memory of pain nearly completely gone.
Naruto thrust deep again and Gaara screamed in pleasure again. Naruto
did the same. He was hoping Gaara wouldn't last long because Naruto
was already dizzy with pleasure. “Gaara...!”

“N-Naruto!” Gaara shuddered, beginning to bounce a bit
with the force of Naruto's thrusts, hands resting on the blonde's
chest for balance. “A-Ahh! It's...hot...” Gaara couldn't
stop himself from gripping his own groin and stroking it in time with
Naruto's thrusts.

Again Naruto found himself praying Gaara came soon because the sight
alone sent him spiraling. He pounded up into the redhead, who
couldn't even form his name any longer. “N-N-Naaahgghhhaaa!”
With a long mewling scream, Gaara came, anal muscles clamping down
hard on Naruto's member as his white seed shot out over his hand and
splattered over Naruto's stomach and chest.

The tight heat taking him hostage pulled Naruto into orgasm as well.
He filled Gaara's ass with hot cum, causing Gaara's moaning climax to
become much louder, amazed at how wonderful it felt to have that
moist heat spewing out into his anus. Before much longer he
collapsed against Naruto's chest, the blond's exhausted member
slipping out of his stretched hole.

After a few minutes of jagged breathing, Naruto rolled his head and
looked at the clock. 12:14 AM. He chuckled. “Happy
Valentine's Day, Gaara.”

Gaara lifted his drowsy head and blinked a bit before realizing the
time. He pouted. “...I wasn't able to get your flowers.”

“Don't worry about it. You gave me something much better.”

“I did?” Gaara asked cluelessly. “What?”

Naruto smiled and placed a kiss on the Gaara's Kanji. “Your
heart.”

“Did you give me yours?” Gaara asked.

“Nah, you stole it,” Naruto answered with a toothy grin.
“But I don't mind.”

~The End~
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