Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Hot Sand ❯ Relinquishing Control ( Chapter 2 )

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Gaara allowed himself to melt into the kiss, letting the weight shift from his knees and legs that were straddling Naruto's hips to his arms that were placed one on each side of the Hokage's chest. The contact of their lips grew hungry and soon Gaara's mouth was invaded as Naruto's tongue swept slowly against his.

Naruto had noticed that every move had been initiated by him. Gaara's body thrust against his after Naruto had done it first...Gaara's tongue would mimic the movements of Naruto's tongue...Gaara's every action was an imitation of something Naruto did. The red haired Kazekage was very sly about his lack of knowledge, because once he learned something he performed the action very well, but Naruto knew that it was mostly an act to cover Gaara's inexperience.

Naruto pushed against Gaara's chest to break the kiss. Completely out of breath Gaara growled at the removal of the warmth and wetness of his partner's mouth. The young Hokage didn't waste any time beating around the bush…conversation in a situation like this was difficult if not impossible.

“Gaara, have you ever done anything like this before?”

Gaara looked insulted and snarled at Naruto, “Of course I have.” The blond lifted a skeptical eyebrow and waited for the truth. “Don't look at me like that, I have taken many lovers.”

This time Naruto actually scoffed at the lie that Gaara was trying to weave. “You haven't even ever kissed another person, let alone slept with anyone. You can't fool me, Gaara.”

The smirk on Naruto's face caused Gaara to be torn between a sheepish look (since he had been caught in his own fibbing) and a scowl that tempted him to pummel his friend. “I have...I have had...” Gaara's words trailed off and he heard Naruto chuckle. “Shut up, Uzumaki.”

“Well since you refuse to confess your shortcomings, I'll let you in one of my little secrets…I've never been with another man, so this is new to me as well.”

Naruto focused on his hands, which were tracing the curves of Gaara's abdomen, as the Hokage admitted his own inexperience. Touching Gaara was a divine sort of ordeal, one that was wholly addictive to the Hokage. Breathy sounds escaped Gaara's throat as he hummed under Naruto's caress. The sensations of the fingers exploring him made the Kazekage's entire body tense up as taught muscles quivered beneath the fondling of Gaara's porcelain skin. Still…part of Gaara's anatomy nearly ached from lack of attention, and it desired Naruto's nimble fingers so much that Gaara fidgeted about on top of the blond man, hoping desperately that it would soon be released from its confines.

Naruto was very skilled, and a thought danced around in Gaara's head, one that wondered how many people Naruto had actually been with. Just because he hadn't been with a man, didn't mean that Naruto never took any lovers. “Have you been with a woman?” Gaara asked curiously.

Naruto nodded and Gaara instantly felt himself become a little jealous at Naruto's admittance. The Kazekage wasn't sure whether he was envious of the fact that Naruto had been with another person, or that he had more experience. Either way, Gaara tried to shake the pangs of resentment.

“Then how do we do this?”

“I may be inexperienced when it comes to men, but I'm not clueless. You forget that I had to spend years around both my perverted sensei, I think I've picked up enough information to make tonight worth your while. The mechanics are similar...and I've been told that I have very gifted hips.”

Naruto mustered as much patience as he could as he waited for the Kazekage to agree to the coupling. Gaara tried to swallow the lump in his throat caused by the suggestion of Naruto's talent, ultimately he did want this. Gaara truly desired to be intimate with his longtime friend…and like they had discussed earlier, perhaps even more than that.

“So you will teach me, and allow me to return the favor?”

Naruto nodded and began tugging at Gaara's pants, opening the buttons and pulling out the trapped, quivering member. Gaara's hips bucked forward as Naruto stroked his length with firm, long motions from its base to the weeping head.

“What do you say, are we doing this thing or not?” the blond inquired.

Gaara couldn't find words because he was focused on the other man's hands that was fisting his length, and only shook his head once in agreement. “I don't suppose that you have any lube, do you?”

Gaara was once again completely wordless and concentrating on the exquisite sensations that Naruto caused instead of answering the question. Stroke after stroke, the fingers that Gaara had just moments before hoped wouldn't ignore this area of complete neediness, were working him magically, pumping skillfully to a point where Gaara was so close to completion. Suddenly the motion stopped. It wasn't until the Hokage quit his ministrations on his lover's hardness that Gaara whimpered ever so slightly and regained enough composure to tell him that he didn't have any of the lube stuff.

Being clueless about why one would need such a thing, Gaara gave a confused look to his partner. “Where would you get this lube?”

“Well, nowhere right now, it's kind of difficult to leave a situation like this...so I will have to improvise. Just trust me.” Naruto replied with such a devious grin that Gaara couldn't hold in the perplexed expression, nor did he understand when Naruto pushed the Gaara off of his body and onto the bed. The Hokage stood up from where he had been laying to remove the ripped ceremonial robe and his underwear, leaving him completely nude.

The Kazekage could do nothing more than watch the stunningly handsome man as he began to purge Gaara of the last of his clothing as well. One sandal...then the other...finally leaning over him and lifting Gaara's hips so that pants and undergarments were also shed. The warm night air of Suna enveloped Gaara's body and the Kazekage was sure that the room was spinning...it was hazy, and his entire being tingled with anticipation.

Naruto started by sitting beside Gaara, who was unaware that he was lying on the bed in a most provocative position, and kissed the man's forehead right next to the tattoo that fit the red-head so well. Naruto's lips traveled down to Gaara's temple, to his eyelids, the corners of his mouth, finally resting lightly on the slight crevices of his partner's lips and softly suckling a plump lower lip with his own. Another war waged between the two men's mouths, each trying to engulf the other, each hoping to gain dominance over the situation. Gaara might have been the one chosen to receive, but that didn't mean that the Suna leader would allow himself to be taken so idly by Naruto.

If anything, Gaara's sheer will and determination and the strength that he portrayed through his lips was one of the biggest turn-ons that Naruto had ever experienced with a lover. Kami help him, there was something about the Kazekage that put every nerve ending in Naruto on edge in a wonderfully complete way. His mind…his body…everything wanted Gaara. Naruto broke the kiss and continued downward, focusing his lips on Gaara's neck and shoulders, stopping temporarily to lick a pert nipple and then to bite and kiss its counterpart.

Gaara tried his best to hold back the flood of sounds that Naruto was tempting from him. He thought it indignant for a man to moan and whimper under the caress of another. It was too bad for the Kazekage that Naruto was onto him and was scheming ways to torture him into releasing his true feelings. It wasn't uncharacteristic of someone like Gaara to hold back; in fact, it was expected...but Naruto was determined. Nothing could stop Naruto when he put his mind to it. The Hokage's lips detoured back up to Gaara's ears and nipped and licked the lobes and murmured how much he wanted to hear his lover.

Strong hands very carefully ghosted along Gaara's chest, finding erect nipples to play with as Naruto continued his verbal assault. “I want you to let me know that you like what I'm doing…please Gaara…let me hear you,” Naruto pleaded in his lover's ear. He even added a moan of his own to provide an adequate example, then pushed closer to Gaara so that his arousal was pressed against the Kazekage's left hip.

Naruto wasn't sure that Gaara had actually listened until he returned his mouth to the nipple that his right hand had been occupying. When he nipped it fairly hard, and then sucked and lipped it soothingly, Gaara let loose a low whimper and moan.

“That's better,” Naruto murmured into the man's soft flesh. The blond rewarded his lover by dipping his head a bit lower and licking and suckling the skin around Gaara's tender navel. By the way the Kazekage squirmed Naruto could tell that he liked this spot quite a bit. The Hokage filed that away for future use and finally allowed his mouth to take the prize that they had both waited so long for.

A tentative lick allowed Naruto his first experience with another man's arousal. Naruto had known for awhile that he was not only attracted to women, but also men, realizing this soon after an encounter with another man (cut short by the other participant long before getting to where Gaara and Naruto were now). Gaara's long, firm shaft tempted him and made Naruto salivate as his tongue was allowed to do more exploration of the hardness that Naruto was gripping. Naruto knew what he liked when receiving oral sex, but putting that into action was a bit more difficult than the Hokage had planned. Naruto's was a novice mouth when it came to this and he took the time to test himself before fully plunging into the situation.

Gaara groaned and his body shuddered as Naruto suckled on the head of the Kazekage's dick. The Kazekage couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that Naruto was actually putting Gaara's own weeping length into his mouth. White knuckled fingers were gripping the bedspread hard as Naruto decided to dip a tad lower and suck a bit harder. Gaara bucked his hips upward in response to the increased stimulation, forcing quite a bit more of the length into Naruto's oral orifice.

Naruto pulled up, because he had been unprepared for Gaara's thrashing hips. With a woman you didn't get impaled with a hard shaft being forced down your throat. Naruto definitely held new respect for Kakashi, who bragged sometimes when he was drunk that he could easily deep-throat nine inches of cock. Gaara wasn't nine inches (not quite), but it felt like it as Naruto gagged and tried to pull off of the length. Naruto's hands, which had been playfully teasing the cambers of Gaara's stomach and his nipples, were strategically repositioned forcefully on the bucking hips to immobilize them.

It took all of Gaara's willpower to listen to Naruto's non-verbal command to stop humping his face. Gaara instead let the wet warmth bob up and down and lick him. The oral barrage grew hungrier as suction came into play. There was an understandable correlation between the how hard Naruto sucked and how loud Gaara groaned. Naruto removed one hand from a now still hip and brought it to the lower part of his lover's shaft. Being a novice at this Naruto could only bring in four to five inches into his mouth before being reminded of his gag reflex, so his hand was able to cover the remaining three inches and stroke furiously as Naruto's tongue darted over the head and slit of Gaara's penis, lavishing it with attention.

Pulling off momentarily, Naruto moved to the underside of Gaara and licked up the rigid flesh, then trailing back down so that the Hokage could draw one of his partner's testicles into his mouth. Gaara let loose a cry of extreme pleasure, unsure of how to handle the numbness in his head that was due to the increased gratification coming from his groin. The small globes tugged hard and the Kazekage felt the beginnings of what promised to be the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. Naruto released the small round hanging flesh and returned to sucking and fisting as much of Gaara's length as he possibly could.

The lips moved faster…the suction harder…fingers roughly squeezed the Kazekage, hoping to milk him into completion. Gaara noisily moaned and thrashed in response, praying that the moment would never end…but it did…

The tightness in Gaara's abdomen multiplied and Naruto could sense that the end was close by the way Gaara's hardness twitched and spasmed under his encouragement. A hand moved fasted and faster and a mouth sucked with a ferocity that brought screams from the Kazekage as he came. Long, hot ribbons of liquid spurted into Naruto's mouth, coming in fast and furious eruptions.

When Gaara had finished, Naruto carefully pulled off of the softening cock. A bit of the semen dripped from his lips as he released the member from containment. With his mouth still filled, Naruto lifted the exhausted Kazekage's hips to reveal where he would enter...but first there were preparations to be made.

Gaara was too tired to object as Naruto began to rub his backside, the Kazekage only watched as Naruto spit part of Gaara's own seed into his free hand and worked it around the entrance. The next bit made Gaara yelp as a finger slipped into his rear orifice, slickened by cum, but painful nonetheless. Naruto leaned down and spit the rest onto the hand that was working in and out of Gaara. He knew that even though the Kazekage was in a bit of pain Gaara would have to endure it, because Naruto was much larger than a single digit. If there was any hope of the red-head enjoying his first sexual encounter he would have to adjust to several fingers thrusting into him before Naruto would even dare think about entering.

Gaara squeezed his eyes shut, this was not how he imagined it would feel. Pain shot through him with each movement of Naruto 's finger. Eventually he felt Naruto slow a bit and heard him instruct Gaara to relax himself.

How was one supposed to relax against such an intrusion? This wasn't nice, it was torture...and not the good kind.

Gaara caught Naruto's gaze and with much seriousness Naruto used his free hand to pet Gaara's stomach lovingly and said, “I promise that if you let yourself relax, it will get better. Concentrate on breathing and think about the pleasure I just gave you...what comes next could be even better if you let it.”

Gaara listened to Naruto and started breathing in a slow methodical way that was similar to meditation. The tight ring of muscle that had encompassed Naruto's finger loosened and Naruto added another finger and began scissoring and stretching his lover. He was also finally able to reach the bundle of nerves that made the pain worthwhile. The Kazekage's breathing had been deliberately rhythmic, but hitched as Naruto found a spot that made Gaara's entire body tingle with pleasure. Gaara let go a loud groan and actually pushed down to impale himself further onto Naruto's fingers. Naruto added a last preparatory digit and Gaara shook a bit against the sensation. It still felt awkward, but not as painful and Naruto kept brushing against that spot that made him shake and quiver.

Naruto ran sticky fingers up and down his own cock, knowing that it was time as he lubed his own manhood with the leaking pre-cum that trickled out of the slit in the head. He didn't remove his fingers from Gaara until he had positioned himself at the entrance. In a quick and smooth motion, fingers were quickly replaced by the head of Naruto's thick penis and he waited for Gaara to readjust but to also let himself calm down. With all of his attention previously on Gaara, Naruto hadn't even realized how close he actually was. Both of the men breathed with a slow, calming cadence.

When Naruto felt that they were both ready he pushed into Gaara, letting his length enter millimeter by millimeter. Gaara's eye's widened at the sensation of being filled by the Hokage. Thick, hot flesh was making its way inside his body, and the Kazekage contemplated how odd it felt to be connected in this way with another man.

Naruto was focused exclusively to his careful entry into the Gaara. Sweaty golden locks were pasted onto his forehead and droplets fell down his chest as Gaara watched his lover's furrowed brow and eyes locked on the sight of them becoming one. Gaara's head fell back, it was almost too much to take…too much to experience in one evening and now his newly regained arousal was making itself known as it twitched.

The last centimeter of Naruto's length fell into Gaara and the blond sighed as he was buried inside of warm flesh that tried to suck him in even deeper. Regaining concentration, Naruto placed one hand on Gaara's hip and the other on his new erection. After a few strokes to reassure the red-head, Naruto began rocking his hips in shallow thrusts. It was hard to move because Gaara, though well-prepared, was still a virgin and very tight. Naruto heard whimpering and soon realized that it was his own throat that was making the sounds.

It really was too much to take, “Gaara, you feel wonderful...” Naruto growled and his shoulders slumped a bit as Gaara's body quivered beneath him. Composure in a situation like this was nearly impossible, he wanted to push harder...thrust faster. His hip muscles burned and Naruto could feel himself losing to instinct as he pulled out farther with each thrust only to quickly replace the length with a quick movement of his hips.

Pulling Gaara upward a bit and letting knees fall over the blond's shoulders Naruto quickened the pace, pushing and pulling frantically in and out of Gaara. This also helped the angle of entry and Gaara murmured incoherently each time the hardness pushed against his prostate. Faster...he had to move faster...Naruto's mind was lost in lustful thoughts that dared him to release himself further. He could even feel Kyuubi lending him chakra to stabilize himself and remain in control. The Hokage was sure that the demon inside him was enjoying this just as much as he was, because Kyuubi always loved a good fuck. Naruto was nearly screaming Gaara's name as he pounded into the young man fervently. Gaara was barely able to breathe between yelps as Naruto felt muscles constrict around him and another batch of sticky, hot liquid splashed onto their stomachs. This was all it took, Naruto screamed one last time pushing viciously into Gaara and holding him there with rough fingers wrapped around bony hips.

Gaara's mind went blank as he came once again, but as he started to regain semi-consciousness he felt Naruto grip his hips and slam into him, releasing streams of warmth inside his belly. It was the oddest and best thing that Gaara had ever experienced. Naruto panted and fell cautiously onto his lover, unable to move in the wake of their orgasms. He didn't pull out or make any move at all for a good couple of minutes. Finally, the Hokage's softened member slid out of Kazekage, letting a trail of seed follow onto the bedding and Naruto pulled back and collapsed onto the mattress beside Gaara. There was not an ounce of energy left to keep Naruto conscious, and he let sleep take him. Gaara did the same, not even taking the time to clean up the mess he was lying in...he was too tired and too inexperienced to know any better.

The two awoke in the morning quite messy (and one a bit sore) when Temari came looking the two missing members of the wedding party. Gaara's sister smirked at them and shook her head. This was something she had never expected, “Shower and get dressed, or you will miss my wedding and I will not have that.”

It was a warning, one that both of the young men grumbled about. Temari left and slammed the door behind her. Gaara shifted and found that he had become magically glued to the bedsheets because what was wet and sticky last night was now dried to him in a way that made him feel utterly disgusting. He also winced at the pain as he tried to sit up, “Is it always this messy?” he asked Naruto.

The blond only shrugged and stood up to find something to cover himself with. He found the ripped ceremonial robe and sighed. “I think that Tsunade is going to kill me when I get back, she told me to take care of this.”

“Well at least you can sit and walk,” Gaara grumbled letting himself flop back down on the bed. Naruto ran into the bathroom that was connected to Gaara's room and cleaned himself up as best he could. Glancing in the mirror it was obvious that Naruto was going to look at least a bit disheveled for the rest of the day. Hurrying back out of the bathroom still completely naked Naruto began his quest for clothing, noting the painful grumbling coming from Gaara who was sprawled out on the bed.

“I'll find you a healer, do you have some clothes I can borrow?” Naruto asked while allowing his eyes to peruse his naked lover. Gaara looked glorious in the morning light, soft rays cast upon the Kazekage's pale skin, his bright red hair mussed and tangled in a way that made Naruto proud to have caused Gaara's unkempt appearance.

Gaara pointed at a nearby dresser and Naruto started digging through clothes that looked like they wouldn't fit him at all. Gaara was thinner than Naruto, but he was also a few centimeters taller. Finally, Naruto settled on something that sort of worked, but left an extra centimeter or two of fabric at the end of the pants and looked a bit too tight on his stocky, muscled figure.

“You look like a fine sand-nin, perhaps there's hope for you,” Gaara mused at the man dressed in dark black pants, a mesh shirt, and vest that had entirely too many straps and buckles for Naruto's taste. Gaara continued, “Don't bring me a healer, I don't wish people to know about this situation quite yet...it is Temari's wedding day.”

“That's cute, you don't want to ruin your sister's wedding with gossip,” Naruto smiled at Gaara as he tried to finish fastening the last three annoying straps on the vest.

“Hmmm, I would rather not be the center of attention when so many people are present. I suppose that it's also for Temari in a way,” Gaara replied. “Still, I don't want a healer, I'll be fine.”

“If you want to limp everywhere you go and not sit down all day, I'm sure you are right. Don't worry, I have someone that will help you and keep our secret. She is one of the finest med-nin in all the nations, let alone just Konoha...she'll have you doing handsprings before you know it!”

Before Gaara could object, Naruto ran over and kissed him on the forehead (right on his tattoo) and then left the room. Gaara grumbled and tried to muddle through the confusion of last night and this morning. He went from having no one to possibly having someone. Naruto had told him that he hoped that it was more than a one-night event...and that is what he wanted too. Gaara wanted more than just a quick sexual escapade with the Hokage, but Gaara was unsure what that “more” really was. Perhaps this was something to discuss with Naruto after the wedding, before his friend left for home.

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Naruto knocked several times on the door of one of the guest quarters that was near Gaara's room, but received no answer. Cracking it open and peaking inside led Naruto to find the room devoid of its occupant and he grumbled knowing that she was probably already gathering with the other guests downstairs. The Konoha leader didn't want to wander down there in the clothes that he was currently donning. As much as Gaara had liked them, they were obviously the Kazekage's and would arouse suspicion. At the same time his guest quarters were not in this wing, so Naruto couldn't just change into clothing of his own either without the possibility of getting caught.

The troubled young man sat down on the edge of the bed to think when he heard someone entering the room. In the doorway was a young woman with long pink locks that danced around her waist and she was dressed in half black leggings, a fitted deep red shirt that had mesh replacing fabric in key areas, a white brocade sash that was embroidered with pink and red flowers, and finally a gray skirt that had high slits and was placed over the tight leggings. Sakura's ensemble was a mix of things she had worn in her youth and teen years, but now embraced the woman that she was, leaving little to the imagination. Short dark-grey gloves and boots that stopped just below her knees completed the ensemble, making her quite the picturesque woman.

Temari had made her desire for casual attire known many times yesterday, pleading for none of the formality that Suna's elders had tried to force upon her. The Kazekage's sister loathed the elders and did anything to not abide by their rules. Sakura had tried her best to listen, but still looked quite lovely in her outfit.

“Naruto? What are you wearing?” she asked, trying to hold back a snicker. She had never seen the Sixth Hokage wear anything so boldly mesh or lacking in color in her entire life.

“Its...Gaara's,” he admitted sheepishly. “I need to ask you a favor...actually, a couple of favors.”

“Sure Naruto, what can I help you with?” Sakura asked, lifting her eyebrows in a curious manner.

“I need you to go to my quarters and get me my other Hokage robe, my first one got...” he was scared to know Sakura's reaction, “Well, it got ripped.”

“Ripped! How in the hell did you do that?” Sakura sputtered. Tsunade was her current sensei and she knew that as much as Naruto would hear about this, she would hear more. “That was Tsunade's favorite robe, Naruto.”

“I know, and I didn't ruin it, Gaara did.” When Naruto admitted this Sakura's eyes turned into large green saucers of complete shock...she was starting to put two and two together. “When you come back I'll ask you for the rest of the favor.”

Sakura giggled to herself as she hurried to the opposite wing of the mansion, the one where Naruto was staying. She used a jutsu to turn the rather bulky robe into a single flower, something that the kunoichi believed to be quite elegant. Naruto hadn't been thinking straight, if the Hokage had been he would have just transformed himself or performed one of a thousand other jutsu's that would have allowed him to sneak back to his room and change rather than sending Sakura. Then again, there were many high level ninja present that could sense such a trick and might think that it meant danger...so maybe Naruto had been thinking. Changing clothing into something else didn't mask chakra or create a sense of distrust like a transformation would. Sakura was sure of it…Naruto was hiding something and was being very cautious about it. Furthermore, she was almost positive that it involved Gaara and Naruto in a way that she had never thought of the two men before.

Returning to her own quarters where Naruto was waiting, Sakura held out the flower in an outstretched arm. Naruto looked confused, but took it anyway. In a puff of smoke the flower reverted to its previous form and Naruto rolled his eyes at her. “So, what are you trying to hide? What's with the secrecy?” she queried, though Inner Sakura was jumping up and down in her head saying things about Naruto and Gaara sitting in a tree...and it only got more childish from that point.

“I'll tell you if you promise to keep it to yourself. Really, you can't divulge it to anyone.” Naruto watched as Sakura smirked and nodded her head vigorously. She always did like to be privy to confidential information. “I need you to heal someone, and you can't tease them. None, not a sarcastic word will leave your lips in their presence,” Naruto warned her.

Sakura smiled and shook her head again and made an “x” shape over her chest while saying, “Cross my heart.”

Naruto took her by the hand and led her to the end of the hallway. Inner Sakura squealed because she knew whose room this was, it was Gaara's room. She had always suspected that Naruto had an affinity for the guys as well as the girls. This was confirmed as she found a naked Kazekage standing in the bathroom doorway groaning as he dried himself off with a towel.

Gaara had not been able to allow himself to remain in such a dirty state, and had somehow hobbled around enough to strip the soiled bedding off of the mattress and shower before Naruto brought in the so-called healer. The Kazekage almost looked relieved when he realized that Sakura was that person, he didn't recall knowing that Sakura had such talents in the medical profession that were of the caliber Naruto had bragged them to be. Sakura gave Gaara a slight bow and didn't even seem to notice his nudity, it was clearly just her good bedside manner.

“Good morning, Kazekage,” she said smiling at Gaara. “I heard that there is something that you need me to heal.”

Gaara's face flushed and he drew the towel around his waist to show at least some level of decency toward the young woman. “Yes, I'm very...sore today.” Sakura wasted no time, she knew what he meant and moved closer to him, earning a very cautious look from the red-head as he tensed up.

“Gaara, I promise you that I won't hurt you, nor do I wish to embarrass you. I will simply apply a healing-jutsu and allow you to get dressed,” Sakura reassured him.

The Kazekage nodded and the kunoichi slipped her hand around him and laid it on his rear. Gaara nearly choked, he had not expected Sakura to be so forward, but was pleasantly surprised when warm streams of chakra started to repair his bruised and sore flesh. Gaara still held the towel in front of him, and for this he was glad because getting healed in such a way had odd repercussions as a rush of blood flowed south into his abdominal region. He even had to bite back a moan that threatened to escape his throat. It only took about a minute and she was done.

Sakura would never admit this, but it wasn't the first time she had performed such a procedure. Kakashi had actually approached her after an unusually brutal session with a lover one morning about two years ago and asked if she would help. After successfully helped him the first time, he had come to her more and more, allowing Sakura to perfect the technique. She also knew from experience that there was usually a side-effect to this type of healing...one that had actually spurred her into a so-called “situation” between her and her former sensei. It was the major reason that her and Kakashi had been attempting to date recently. Sakura hid a smirk as she could tell that it inflicted Gaara much in the same way that it had the copy-nin.

“I'll send you the bill,” she joked as she pulled away.

“Thank you, Sakura. I feel much better, Naruto was right...you're a very talented med-nin,” Gaara commended her.

Sakura smiled at the compliment. Freely giving praise was something a bit unusual for Gaara, but so was the fact that the Kazekage was bedding Sakura's former teammate. She sensed that good things were coming from this union, and was pleased that the two had been willing to give it a try. Most importantly she knew that Naruto deserved to have someone for himself and Gaara did also.

“I'll see you both at the ceremony, you might want to hurry though, it begins in an hour.”

Sakura's reminder about the wedding prodded Gaara into getting dressed, pulling out a robe that was as equally ornate as Naruto's and laying it on a nearby chair. Temari hadn't convinced the two leaders to forgo the traditional ceremonial dress, mostly because the elders said that refusing this would bring bad luck to the marriage. Gaara assured Temari that the rest of the guests and the wedding party could wear what they pleased, but he and Naruto would be the sacrifices to appease the cranky old goats.

Sakura watched the two help each other dress and she walked to the door to leave. It was very cute how Naruto was preening the disinterested Kazekage, who had evidently never worn such a robe and had tried to put it on backwards. “Won't you two make a lovely pair,” Sakura whispered as she left the room grinning.

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