Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Devil's walk in Strawberry fields ❯ Chapter 1: Gaara x Sasuke ( Chapter 1 )

Devil’s walk in Strawberry Fields

NC-17

He knew how they stared. An intense, lustful, almost possessive gaze.

He had grown in the past few years, now a proud nineteen year old; he had blossomed into an exceptionally beautiful creature. His eyes were a deep shade red, almost black, the result of his frequent use of his sharingan, his skin remained pale as snow, his build differed from most of the ninjas from his batch, they had grown into large, tall men, dripping with masculinity, he remained slim, a slender sensuous being that embodied grace and prettiness.

And also, one of the most efficient killers in the whole of Konoha.

ANBU captain, Uchiha Sasuke.

***

Sasuke strolled along the dead bodies, littered on the ground in pools of blood and vomit and what-not, the entire camp smelled of decay, but Sasuke was unfazed by the smell. He blinked languidly as he searched for what he was looking for.

One Hidden Rock Missing Nin coming up.

He smiled behind his mask, stopping in his tracks to bend over the dead body. He reached out, pulling at the man's clothing; he found what made him go through the trouble of single-handedly annihilating an entire camp of Missing Nins.

A fucking scroll.

He had killed all those men because of some fucking scroll.

But then again, he wasn't paid to care.

He stood to his full height of five feet ten, re-adjusting his mask, he pulled his cloak around his slight build, he made for the trees, arriving in Konoha took a little less than a day, given his speed and the distance it was from the village, and he reached the Hokage's office in a matter of hours.

***

"Hokage-sama. Sasuke's here to see you." Tsunade turned from her spot near the window, sporting a tired smile as the ANBU captain stalked in noiselessly, as usual. She watched as the boy removed his mask, shaking his head to free those ever present dark bangs, his eyes almost never blinking, every blink an almost sensuous movement. She waited as he produced a scroll from under his cloak.
"Gokuro-sama deshita, Sasuke." She relieved him of the scroll, and he nodded, his face expressionless, waiting. Tsunade returned the nod, mentally reminding herself that Sasuke deserved a break, that he had been on missions since last week and had only been granted a few hours of rest between each one.
"I'll give you a week off duties, Sasuke."
The teen looked surprised.
".....Why?"
Tsunade smiled.
"Take it as a form of appreciation."
Sasuke ran the information once over in his head before nodding, turning on his heel and making his way out of the room, not before muttering his goodbyes.

***

He reached home pretty fast, undressing in unneeded haste, slipping on something comfortable, namely a pair of shorts and a plain Uchiha shirt, before pausing in the middle of his living room.

"Uchiha."

He tensed, unable to believe he didn't sense Gaara's presence at all. He then mentally slapped himself. He comforted himself reminding himself that Gaara wasn't Kazekage for nothing. He relaxed in the red-haired shinobi's embrace; he could just FEEL the power from the gentle pressure on his cheek, from the arm around his waist. Gaara was taller than him now, only by a little, but still taller, his back was still burdened with his gourd, his build was now by far more impressive than Sasuke, Gaara was strong yet lean, his build was what most girls would KILL to date. Those eyes were still that shade of lethal green. Gaara's breath ghosted over the back of his neck.

And that POWER........it was intoxicating.

Sasuke allowed himself to lean back, against the strong, hard chest of the sand shinobi, confidant that the latter wouldn't let him fall. He was finally brought back to his senses by one of his neighbor’s cats knocking down some trashcan outside.

He pulled away from the demon-bearer, ignoring the glare that was sent his way by those apathetic green eyes, he plopped himself down on the large black couch in his living room and closed his eyes.
"What brings you here, Kazekage-sama?"
The red-haired shinobi snorted, his gaze from turning from murderous to lazy, taking a few languid steps toward the raven-haired ninja.
"I'm here to...discuss...some things with your Hokage, and also..." He took yet another two steps closer to the younger teen.
".....to fulfill my promise to you."

Sasuke's eyes snapped open and widened a fraction; he barely managed to move before he found himself trying to free himself from strong bonds of sand.
"Remember what I told you, Uchiha?" Sasuke tensed, feeling familiar finger-tips on the side of his face.
"I told you I'd have you on your knees and begging me to take you in EVERY..." Gaara now stood next to the Sharingan wielder, a sly smile creeping onto his face.
"...POSSIBLE..." His face was now inches away from the younger teen's.
"...WAY."
The Uchiha prodigy somehow managed to free himself, and executing a perfect back flip, he landed on the floor behind the sofa in battle stance.
Gaara's smile widened.
In seconds Sasuke found himself dodging ribbons of sand as he raced around his living room, trying to get away. He managed to slip in one or two counter-attacks, never once breaking a sweat. He latched himself onto a corner of the ceiling for a moment, catching that mad glint in Gaara's eyes, his ears picking up the ever familiar chuckle of the Kazekage.
"You've gotten stronger, Uchiha."
Sasuke returned the smirk, his dark red eyes finally bleeding away into Sharingan.
"Of course I have."

***

Naruto sighed. He hadn't seen Sasuke the entire day. He wolfed down his remaining ramen, silently fuming at nothing in particular. It had become a ritual, the very NEED of seeing Sasuke at least once a day. He didn't know when it became so, but he had grew ADDICTED to just a glimpse of the slightly older teen. It was almost as if he was obsessed over the raven-haired shinobi, him with his slender figure and pale skin...........Naruto shook his head. He HAD to stop thinking about Sasuke's features like that. Sasuke was his best friend, right? He sighed, reaching into his pocket to retrieve change; he dropped said change on the table nonchalantly and left.

He didn't have anywhere to go, particularly, but somehow, he found himself in front of the Uchiha estate.

He stood outside for quite some time.

A glimpse, he thought, just a glimpse.

Not putting his ANBU captain title to shame, he leapt onto the roof top, masking his chakra; he made his quiet way into the large, sprawling mansion.

***

Sasuke was in a fix. He was getting tired. They had been going at this 'dodge or be killed' game for the last forty-five minutes. It was getting boring. He smirked, finally deciding to humor the older teen; he deliberately paused for too long beside the window. Immediately he felt the sand gather around his feet, moving so quickly and holding so firmly one would mistake it for liquid and concrete. He smiled as Gaara stalked slowly toward him.

Gaara let himself smile, the boy had FINALLY submitted, and Gaara liked it. He liked how Sasuke always managed to put up a fight, he liked how Sasuke stank of blood and grime, he liked how Sasuke moved, how his hips swayed, how his pride made him present himself. He liked how Sasuke's hair danced at the most gentle breeze, he liked how Sasuke's eyes always seemed to look at everything with disdain or even........hate.

He was now inches from the Uchiha, and he noted that the latter was completely relaxed, a slight smile on those perfect pink lips. His eyes had bled back to those bottomless dark red orbs, and he swore he saw his muscles tighten from anticipation.

The Uchiha LIKED being helpless before him.

And he absolutely LOVED it.

***

Naruto slipped into the main house, he had sensed two different chakras, one was Sasuke's, and the other one was all too familiar, but then again, had almost no chance of being here, unless......

He quickened his pace, speeding up the stairs, he reached the living room door and he paused, hearing voices.

"You like it don't you?"

The living room door was slightly ajar, and moon light spilled from the opening, casting an almost ethereal spell on the entire place. The blonde silently peeked inside.
His eyes widened half a fraction as he realized that the other chakra he recognized was indeed correct.

Sabaku no Gaara.

The other demon-bearer stood inches from a trapped Uchiha, and Naruto had to admit, Sasuke was gorgeous. ....Wait, now wasn't the time to think about stuff like this.
He watched, his body tense and ready to burst into the room at Gaara or Sasuke's slightest move. Gaara was just staring at the raven-haired boy, his back to Naruto. Then he raised his hand, slowly, languidly, even. Naruto almost saw it as a threat if not for the sand at Sasuke's feet slipping away.
Suddenly, Gaara launched himself at the now free Uchiha, pinning the said Uchiha against the wall beside the window, pale arms raised above his head. Naruto's muscles tightened even further, but something told him to keep still and not make any rash movements.

Gaara's back was still to him, so he couldn't really see what was happening between the two in that awkward position, keeping so silent he could hear the other two breathing.

Heavy, labored breaths.

He saw Gaara's hand reach up to touch Sasuke's face, and he suddenly felt a tugging at his heart and the need to punch someone, or SOMETHING. He watched, feeling so threatened he felt like just storming inside and beating the crap out of Gaara.

Just who the hell did he think he is? Touching HIS Sasuke like that!

***

Gaara brought his face close to Sasuke's, unable to resist the temptation of pressing his lips against a soft, pale cheek, of nuzzling that silky ebony hair.

"I OWN you, Uchiha." He ran his tongue across Sasuke's ear lobe, enjoying the quickened breath of the latter, his free hand snaking under the folds of the Uchiha T-shirt.

Sasuke let out a soft moan as a cold hand slid up his stomach, as warm breath ghosted over the terribly sensitive area of skin beneath his ear, as sand crept up his legs and gently spread them slowly apart.

Hurried yet strong hands pulled the dark blue shirt over his head, soft yet firm lips pressed against his own, and he gladly, almost too readily, granted access to the tongue that sought his. The sand shinobi pulled away, trailing kisses down the raven-haired teenager’s neck, he bit into the pale boy’s shoulder so hard it drew blood. The Leaf shinobi winced, his mind nearly blacked out, he steadied his breathing as he felt a warm tongue lapping at the wound. The Uchiha moaned, the sand had reached his inner thighs, and that cool hand had slipped under the waistband of his shorts, pulling down, exposing him to the cool air inside the apartment.
He smirked as he heard Gaara snigger as he pulled back to examine his prize.

“No underwear, Uchiha?”

His pants fell to his ankles as he was pinned against the wall, and he felt humiliated and helpless in front of Gaara, but somehow, he LIKED it. In fact, he like it so much he didn’t realize as the hand around his wrists were replaced by sand. Gaara unhurriedly removed his sash, finally freeing his much suffered erection, throbbing and glistening with precum. He smiled as he caught Sasuke staring.

It seemed the Kazekage didn’t only grow height-wise.

The older teen stepped closer to the pale boy, letting his dick slide across a smooth stomach, intentionally he let their erections touch, earning a moan from the shorter boy. The taller boy’s forehead touched the other’s gently, almost lovingly, as he continued his ministrations. He was not the least surprised as Sasuke shook in his bonds, trying to get free.

Yes, the Uchiha wouldn’t take this lying down.

He’d probably take it on all fours.

***

Naruto gasped, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Was this genjitsu? Because Gaara couldn’t POSSIBLY be well on his way to fucking his best friend now, could he?
But if he did anything, they’d sense his presence, and it’ll probably be awkward for them for…well, LIFE.

Naruto sighed, it was so DAMN arousing. Watching Sasuke pinned against the wall like that, watching the sand trail up his thigh, watching Gaara plant passionate kisses on the skin he PINED to touch and call his.
His eyes widened another fraction as Gaara pulled down Sasuke’s pants, pulling away from yielding lips to examine the younger boy. But from where Naruto was, he couldn’t see Sasuke very well, with Gaara’s back blocking him. He watched as Gaara untied his sash, exposing himself to the shorter boy, and he saw Sasuke’s eyes widen, and automatically inferred that Gaara was well…IMPRESSIVE.

He heard more moaning from pliant lips, Sasuke’s, to be exact. He couldn’t see what they were doing, but the look on Sasuke’s face was enough to make his orgasm full force.

***

Sasuke threw his head back, crying out as Gaara stroked him, his eyes blurry from the sheer pleasure.
“Loud now, aren’t we, Uchiha.”
He had half the mind to just whack the older boy, but decided against it. He struggled, grunting, needing to touch, needing to reciprocate. He wasn’t surprised as his bonds of sand came loose, and he fell to his knees, in front of Gaara, peering up into those jade green depths with his dark red ones.
Those same dark orbs glanced from Gaara’s erection to his face, before leaning forward and taking the older boy’s member in his hand, massaging it, his eyes never once leaving Gaara’s. A pink tongue flicked out to lick its dripping tip.

“You’re such a whore, Uchiha.”

Gaara leaned his head back as Sasuke’s warm, wet mouth engulfed his hardness, letting out a low moan. He sighed as Sasuke slipped it out again, running his tongue along the side of it, his right hand kneading the taller boy’s sacs, earning him another groan of pleasure.

Then Gaara pulled away.

Sasuke looked up, questioning.

“I want you to finger yourself.”
The Uchiha raised an eye brow.
“Why? Does it turn you on?” Sasuke smirked, a playful smirk.
“Shut up and do it.” The raven-haired boy shrugged, sticking two fingers in his mouth, he moistened them, his eyes never leaving Gaara’s. He reached behind him, seeing it as an easier and more comfortable route of completing his task; he sought that tight ring of muscle. When he found it, he took a deep breath, mentally checking himself. He had never done this before. Well, at least not in front of someone else.
He slipped a wet finger inside, wincing, sliding the digit in and out; he added another digit, this time moaning in both pain and pleasure. He scissored his fingers, stretching that ring of muscle, and he kept pumping the slender digits in and out of himself until Gaara stepped forward again, with the command,
“Suck.”
The Uchiha gladly complied, taking the member inside his mouth once more, he deep throated it, causing the Kazekage to moan loudly, too distracted to think properly, the Raven-haired boy’s head bobbing up and down, a warm mouth covering his dick, the younger boy continued shoving his fingers in and out of himself. Gaara’s eyes met Sasuke’s and he could no longer hold back; thrusting his hips in time with Sasuke’s mind blowing pressure and rhythm.
“...Sasuke...”
Without warning, the sand shinobi shot his seed into the Uchiha’s waiting mouth, who spat out what he could, letting the rest of the load rest on his pale cheek and nose.

The Leaf shinobi was caught by surprise when he was suddenly thrown forward, onto the floor.
“What the fuck-” The Kazekage grabbed his hips, nudging his legs open from behind him with a half-clothed leg, Sasuke gladly obliged, spreading them as far as he could. He felt the sand shinobi’s blunt tip pressing against his entrance, and he almost cried out as the taller boy slowly penetrated him, willing himself with desperation to relax. As if to distract him, Gaara had started stroking him again, but just the head had made it through, and Sasuke already felt like he was torn in half. Tears formed at his eyes, obscuring his vision as the Kazekage pushed deeper, he could feel the older boy’s breathing against shoulder.
“You’re so fucking TIGHT, Uchiha...” The leaf shinobi finally cried out in pain, before correcting himself and biting his lower lip as the older boy seated him to the hilt.

He felt lips against his shoulder, a tongue lapping at the previous wound.
Gaara didn’t move until he received a nod from the smaller boy, pulling out slowly before sheathing himself with that tight heat again. Sasuke grunted as Gaara thrusted in again, a spark of pleasure was amidst the waves of pain.

Gaara thrust in again, that sick, wet noise accompanying it, and Sasuke had started moaning, that little spark of pleasure had morphed into a bonfire, and he was overcome with it. He soon found himself pushing back to meet Gaara’s thrusts to take him deeper.

The Kazekage was in delirium. No woman could EVER give him such tightness, such ecstasy. No woman had ever been good enough. He picked up the pace as he felt Sasuke relax around him, never once stopping his ministrations on Sasuke’s dick.
“Nnnh...Gaara.....Deeper...!” Gaara gladly complied, pulling out completely and flipping Sasuke on his back before he could protest, he entered the boy again in one swift movement, one of the pale boy’s knees on his shoulder, the other pinned beneath him as he rammed into the smaller teen, enjoying the cries of euphoria as the pale boy took him deeper than he knew was possible to go.
The boy was scratching the floor, desperately trying to cling onto something as the older boy pounded into him, the pleasure was overwhelming, and he never wanted it to stop. Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Faster, faster...
Gaara smiled as he upped the tempo another notch. The Uchiha was mewling at every thrust, so much like a girl, so much like a sex deprived woman.
“You’re such a slut,”
The raven-haired boy growled at the comment, he could feel it, just a little more. The smaller boy looked up at Gaara with pleading eyes.
“More...talk more...”
Gaara raised an eye brow as he continued to thrust into the boy, deciding to grant him the pleasure of it, he continued.
“You like it don’t you? Having a rock-hard dick shoved up your ass, fucking you, marking you, OWNING you...” Sasuke closed his eyes and moaned, throwing his head back, his entrance tightening just a fraction.
“Do you like it? Say you like it.” Gaara enjoyed this very much. He had never expected the boy to be so obedient, to be so compliant. He felt himself nearing the edge.
“...yes...” Gaara smirked.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you.”

“I LOVE IT!”

***

Naruto had already come twice. The sticky mess on his stomach was dreadfully uncomfortable, but as he saw the object of his desires getting fucked on the floor of his own apartment, he couldn’t help it. He could hear the awfully arousing sounds of flesh penetrating flesh, of flesh against flesh. He could not stop wishing it was him that was currently pounding his dick into Sasuke’s ass and he couldn’t stop watching even when it wasn’t. Hearing Sasuke ADMIT he liked it was of course, even better.

***

Gaara thrust in one last time, pulling Sasuke close to him, almost possessively, the smaller boy too tired to pull away when the demon-bearer forced yet another kiss on bruised lips. Sasuke was limp in Gaara’s arms, as Gaara detached himself from the leaf shinobi, Gaara ran a tongue down Sasuke’s cheek, leaving a wet trail of saliva. Sasuke was too lazy to wipe it off. He stood slowly, suddenly regretting the activity of minutes before as he felt something wet slide down the insides of his thighs.
Sasuke ran a hand through his hair and eyed the sand shinobi that was currently sitting on the floor eyeing him.
“” The Kazekage shrugged, and followed Sasuke into the bathroom.

***

Naruto ran. He ran as fast as his trained legs would take him.

He took a cold shower the moment he got home.