Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Hot Sand ❯ What a Site ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I do not own an ounce of Naruto, the anime or the manga, and I do not make any money off of writing this fic. The only thing that I am responsible for is the situations and plot of this particular story. None of the wonderful characters are mine, and that makes me horribly sad.

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The wedding ceremony had been lovely according to Sakura, the celebration that followed had been adequately rowdy according to Naruto, and now guests were heading to bed as Shikamaru carried his wife upstairs to have their first celebratory night of marital bliss. This wouldn't be their first time together, but it would be couple's first time as husband and wife. Gaara knew that this meant something as he watched his servants close off an entire wing for the two to give them more privacy.

 

Gaara was standing at the top of the balcony watching his guests with arms crossed and a scowl gracing his face. It was nearly two in the morning, yet his mansion still hadn't quieted down. Gaara had been waiting to meet up with Naruto and was tired of wearing the stuffy blanket of fabric that the elders called a ceremonial robe. Kankuro laid an arm around his little brother and snickered, “Are you still jealous?”

 

Kankuro hadn't been informed that Gaara had taken been with Naruto the previous night, so he only growled at his brother instead of pummeling him. He did however counter with his own stinging words, “Drunk and alone, Kankuro?”

 

Gaara's older brother sighed, “That's rather cruel of you, but correct, I have yet to find any suitable partners.”

 

“Probably because you have bedded most of them already and they know better,” Gaara's snippy comments continued, and he wore a smug look on his face because the Kazekage knew that he would find Naruto soon to continue what they had started the night before and Kankuro would pass out alone in his own room.

 

“What'd I ever do to deserve such a heartless little brother?” Kankuro grumbled the question to Gaara and then wandered off. Sauntering down toward the remaining crowd of people, Kankuro began attempting to woo any available young woman into his bed. Gaara shook his head and waited for the people to thin out before heading to the east wing of his mansion.

 

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Sakura was pissed, she had just seen Kakashi wander off with some Suna bimbo and her boyfriend. She supposed that it came with the territory, because whenever he got a little liquor in him his usual reserved and quiet nature would dissolve and release his inner man-whore. The only solace that she could find in the situation was that Kakashi was like a rabid animal in bed after consuming sake, and the couple that he had convinced to join him would probably wake up tomorrow sore and bruised.

 

Sakura liked Kakashi because he was a good lover, a close friend, and extraordinarily kind to her; but faithful wasn't one of the things that found itself very high on the list of his good qualities. She moped and pouted, what was the use of coming to such a function with a handsome man if he was just going to run off with the first threesome seeking couple he could find. No doubt he was probably going to try and get them to act out some corny scene from one of his beloved Icha Icha Paradise novels before he banged the ever-loving life out of them. With a drawn out sigh Sakura ran her index finger over a throbbing temple. Kakashi was so stupid and predictable at times. She glanced around the room and saw that there was hardly anyone left other than a few stragglers and some servants that were cleaning up. She was even able to witness Gaara sneaking off toward Naruto's room, knowing full well what they were about to do. She huffed again, and realized that she was actually quite jealous of the two.

 

“Hiya,” came a slightly drunk voice from behind her. She didn't want to know what gross, disgusting old lecher was trying to hit on her this evening. She couldn't take it...it was bad enough that she was dating an older lecher already. She turned around to give the man a piece of her mind and saw that it was Kankuro. He wasn't wearing his normal baggy and horribly fitted hooded jumpsuit-like thing, and his face wasn't painted with stupid looking purplish-red markings. In fact, without his normal attire she realized that he looked much like a slightly older (and more handsome in Sakura's opinion) version of Gaara.

 

“Are you looking for Ino-pig? Because she's already hooking up with Sasuke and some other girl,” she said dryly. The only time that Kankuro ever sought her out was when he was looking for Ino.

 

“No, no Ino. I was looking for you,” he said smiling and leaning in close to her, nearly backing her against a nearby wall.

 

'Great,' Sakura thought, 'I get left by a man-whore and now I am getting hit on by a man-whore.' For a short minute she actually thought that Kankuro might be more suitable than Kakashi until she realized that she would be trading in a man that read smut in public to one that played with dolls...it didn't really seem like much of a trade up. She couldn't help but to sarcastically muse to herself about what a wonderfully pleasant evening she wasn't having. She watched as Kankuro licked his lips and stared at her breasts. It was so painfully obvious what he was after. “I'm not fucking you Kankuro, so go find some other girl.”

 

“You are all that's left, so just drop this little bullshit act and come back to my room. I'll show you how good I am with my puppets,” the come-on that had worked so well in the past for Kankuro only caused Sakura to roll her eyes and try to walk around him to leave. “Hey, wait...come on Sakura!” he pleaded, “I'm…lonely.”

 

“Insert 'horny' for the word 'lonely' and you'd actually be telling me the truth,” she replied tryng to get around the man that was blocking her ability to exit. “I already told you that I won't be that girl, so look elsewhere.”

 

“Fine, then just come talk with me, I'll show you around Suna,” he tried.

 

“At two in the morning...what is there to show me at two in the morning, Kankuro?” Sakura asked, crossing her arms defiantly in front of herself. “I don't want to be stuck in the middle of nowhere and have you 'show' me something that I've already declined.”

 

“I give you my word that I won't try anything, on my honor as a shinobi. I only wish to spend some time with you, though I won't stop YOU if you decide to put moves on me though. I'll let you do anything that you want,” Kankuro added with a smirk. He had actually looked at her with eyes that appeared truthful, but Sakura knew that it was a good ninja's job to be able to lie with ease. Replaying his words in her mind, searching for grains of dishonesty, Sakura sighed. It was the last part of his stupid line that made her think that he might be telling the truth. She knew that a statement was usually all lies or all truth, rarely could someone fib so well with the two intermingling. When a person changed gears mid-sentence and went from lie to truth or vice versa there was usually some physical sign that they were changing...a hitch in their breath, a shift in eye movement, or a nervous twitch of some kind. She was trained to see these things right off, and was highly adept at spotting them. This was because sometimes a med-nin would be trusted more by an enemy when they were being healed (usually being prepared to endure more torture) than someone that was trying to torment answers out of them. Kankuro appeared to be telling the truth since she had no doubt that the last bit of the statement was nothing but honest.

 

“Fine...show me Suna, Kankuro. Let's go before I change my mind.” He nearly drug her outside into the warm night air, excited that he had finally found someone to be with him (even if it wasn't in the way that Kankuro had originally planned). If ever asked Kankuro would refuse to admit it, but his time conversing with Gaara in the desert earlier made him realize that he had his younger brother had something in common...they were both lonely. Like the Kazekage the puppet-nin desired more…perhaps Sakura could give this to him, to fill the void that he had been ignoring for so long.

 

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Kankuro did an adequate job of performing the role of tour guide as he pointed out some of his favorite sites in Suna. They passed a couple of closed restaurants that he claimed were highly enjoyable, a few statues of past Suna elders and people of some importance, and a slew of other landmarks that Sakura didn't pay much attention to due to the fact that they were difficult to see during the twilight hours. Then they visited the Suna Ninja Academy. Kankuro picked a lock and disarmed a few traps to show Sakura his old homeroom where he had been taught the finer points of ninja puppetry. He was like a little kid as he reminisced about days long past. The puppet-nin even had a few stories about Gaara that were wholly embarrassing. Sakura laughed at the accounts of a younger, more violent Gaara terrorizing the children of Suna and told herself that she would definitely have to share them with Naruto. The more that she thought about it, Sakura realized that Gaara actually led a pretty sad childhood; not unlike her teammate who also was shunned...it was uncanny how alike the two really were.

 

“Did you like school at the Konoha Ninja Academy?” Kankuro asked her. She was impressed that he was actually attempting conversation rather than advances. The Kazekage's brother was keeping his promise and this was getting him points in Sakura's book.

 

“Of course I did, I was the top of my class. There wasn't a theory that they taught that I didn't master,” Sakura said with a gleam sneaking into her eye. In a more Inner-Sakura-like way she smirked and lost herself in her overly-competitive nature, “I blew all of those other genin-wannabees right out of the water, cha!”

 

Kankuro shook his head at the overly zealous young woman. Sakura now posed with a clenched fist raised in the air and a satisfied look in her eye as she was reminded of her time when she dominated her peers. In the years since then she had been surpassed by many of her friends, so it was nice to think about the days when she could show them all up. Sakura hadn't even realized that she had allowed her guard to drop and let the real her come out until she heard Kankuro's snickering.

 

“Shut up, Kankuro,” she warned him.

 

“No...its nice,” he said while scratching the back of his neck nervously and looking at her, “You don't show this side of yourself very often, do you?” Sakura's cheeks turned burned crimson and she shook her head no. “You should, its more fun...not as stuck up.”

 

Sakura had been actually been sort of glad that she had let Kankuro see a true self until he insulted her. She stomped to the doorway of the classroom and folded her arms, “Where next?” Kankuro looked confused, but figured that something he said upset her. He was never good making normal conversation with women (only propositioning them). There was always something stupid that slipped out of his mouth unconsciously, and usually such things earned him a slap.

 

Sakura followed Kankuro to the far edge of the village where he stopped and sat down in the sand. “Sit.” he ordered her. Sakura didn't comply, she only crossed her arms again and tapped her foot impatiently. Kankuro grumbled and rephrased himself, “Would you please sit, I have something to show you.”

 

Sakura finally listened (against her better judgment) and lowered herself beside the puppet-nin. “What am I supposed to be seeing?” she asked.

 

“Only the best thing about Suna...a clear desert sky. There is nothing that is more beautiful on a summer night than spending time under these stars.” Sakura almost laughed at how cheesy Kankuro's words had sounded until she glanced over at him to see him gazing up at the sky in complete wonderment. “No trees to disturb the horizon here like you have in Konoha. I never did like it there, always made me feel claustrophobic.”

 

“Trees make you claustrophobic? That's pretty sad,” Sakura mocked him. Kankuro lifted an eyebrow in disdain. He never realized the Leaf-nin had such a sarcastic side to her until tonight. She always seemed so proper and ladylike whenever she accompanied either the Fifth or the Sixth Hokage on diplomatic trips. He actually had assumed that she had a stick up her ass, but she was decent enough to look at so Kankuro was willing to put up with her. Watching her now as she tried to figure out what was so great about the stars, he realized that she was not just decent…she was quite beautiful. With long pale rose locks that seemed to both clash with and compliment her tight red tunic and black leggings. Kankuro especially found the high sandals and knee high binding bandages that wound around long slender legs most appealing.

 

“Eyes off,” she warned him. Kankuro hadn't even realized that his mental undressing of the young woman had been so obvious, but she was an elite ninja…it shouldn't have been a surprise that she could catch him.

 

“Sorry,” he muttered, returning his gaze to the sky, trying to ignore thoughts of supple curves that were barraging his mind. He really didn't want her to leave, so he forced back his more lecherous urges. “Do you know any constellations?”

 

“A few, the ones that we were taught to determine direction and time of night, only about two hundred,” she replied casually.

 

“Two hundred is quite a few, Sakura. I don't even think I know that many,” Kankuro grumbled. The one thing that he didn't like about her was how much of a show of she was. “Do you ever make up your own constellations?”

 

“No, why would I?” Sakura asked with a lot of skepticism laced in her voice.

 

Kankuro shrugged at the woman, “I don't know. Back when Gaara used to burdened with Shukaku, Temari and I used to take turns watching him at night, making sure that damn demon didn't tempt him to sleep and sometimes it got really boring. So I made up constellations.”

 

“Any good ones?”

 

“A few,” he pointed to dense patch of stars in the southwest quadrant of the sky. “Those ten stars there that curve around the brightest star in the cluster…I called that one Shukaku.” Kankurou continued to point out stars in different quadrants and tell her the name and history behind why he made up particular constellations. Sakura thought that she would be bored after a few minutes, but Kankuro's stories were quite interesting, even though many included lewd references within their back-story. Not that she really minded that either. Sakura had long given in to the fact that Kakashi, Jiraiya, and even Ino had rubbed off on her during the years. She wasn't sure she liked the fact that Inner-Sakura was too perverted for her own good and definitely would never admit it to anyone else, especially Kankuro. He would see it as an open invitation to let his lecherous side out, and that was something that Sakura didn't really want since she was enjoying his company very much at the moment.

 

She began to see why Ino never turned him down when he came looking for her every time he visited Suna. Kankuro was very charming when he wanted to be. Sakura was well aware of the puppet-nin's reputation, and honestly from a female point of view it was pretty sketchy. He'd taken more lovers than she could count, but more surprising was the amount of return customers the man got…apparently he did something right. Most of the time men such as Kankuro that played women never had lovers revisit for a second round, and those that did would usually avoided rebedding their past flames (like Kakashi, who always had old lovers popping up to try to get him back between the sheets, but he refused ninety-nine percent of them). But then again, few had such talents such as a sharingan or Kankuro's famous double-teaming puppet action with Karasu. To compound how she felt about Kankuro, Sakura could not get Ino's compliments of how the puppet-nin knew exactly the right spots and moves to keep you in a near-orgasmic euphoria for far longer than most men.

 

Sakura was mesmerized by him as he spoke and her eyes started focusing on different features like his eyes, his nose, his strong jawline, even his mouth. She had begun adamantly staring at Kankuro's lips. They seemed to hypnotize her as they moved rhythmically with his speaking pattern. Usually he had that damn paint on them (she really didn't like war paint at all, it seemed so unnecessary) but Sakura noted that they were devoid of their normal maroon and noticed that they were chapped. Kankuro's lips were naked and pink and chapped. “What?” Kankuro finally asked her because she had not made any input into the conversation after many minutes of him talking nonstop.

 

“Your lips are chapped,” Sakura mumbled, embarrassed that she had allowed herself to get lost in thoughts about Kankuro's mouth.

 

“Yeah, it's the desert air. There isn't any humidity here...it just comes with the territory I suppose. I usually put something on them, but Temari forbid me to wear it during the ceremony.”

 

“Is it that dumb paint you always use? Is that why you wear it?” she asked curiously.

 

“Dumb? It doesn't look dumb! And yes, that is the main reason I wear it, for protection against Suna's harsh conditions,” Kankuro grumbled at her. He never understood why Temari (and now Sakura) disliked his markings so much, most of the girls he knew found it sexy…well, at least he had thought they did.

 

“You look better without it. In fact, I think you border on handsome when you aren't slathering on the maroon crap,” she said matter-of-factly.

 

He wanted to argue the point more, but she had just called him handsome in an offhand way, so Kankuro kept his mouth shut. She looked at his lips again and Kankuro wished vehemently that she would stop, because it was getting hard to control himself in her presence when she did such things. “I've tried many things, without the paint they are just like this. It's something that you accept if you live in a desert.”

 

“Well then you don't have any really good healers in Suna that now how to repair such damage.” She scooted her body next to Kankuro. Her eyes very focused now, she brought one chakra laced finger up to Kankuro's lips and traced over them slowly. Kankuro could feel the roughness disappear under her soft caress, leaving only a warm impression under its wake…one that caused his body to tingle and crackle with various sensations. “There, finished.”

 

“Please don't do that again, Sakura,” Kankuro whispered, using his hand to lift hers away from his lips. “I'm trying my best to respect your wishes, but you are not making it easy.”

 

Sakura's eyes widened, she hadn't realized what she was doing (well, she did, but only subconsciously). She was very aware of it as she noted that Kankuro now refused to look at her, obviously thinking that ignoring the kunoichi's presence was the best course of action. She wriggled her hand free of his and placed her fingers back on his warm lips, tracing their curvature. Consequences be damned, she wanted to do this, she wanted to touch him. She was still angry at Kakashi, jealous of Naruto, and feeling more than a bit overdue for some human contact.

 

“Sakura,” Kankuro said sternly as he turned his head to gaze at her. “I can't…please. I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself if you keep doing that.”

 

“Then don't,” she murmured as she leaned in closer and moved her fingers from his mouth to his cheek as she caressed him lightly. This was all the invitation that Kankuro needed. He wanted to rush in quickly and ravish her, but used his better judgment and moved toward her slowly and deliberately instead. His hands cupped her cheeks and pulled her face up to him. The electricity that shot between their mouths when they brushed together made him groan a bit. His lips felt raw and hypersensitive from Sakura's prior healing. Never before had a kiss been like this, but Kankuro wasn't sure if it was because of what Sakura did or because it was Sakura that he was kissing. He only knew that he wanted her, more than he had desired any other woman in a very long time.

 

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Naruto had told Gaara that he was in the diplomatic suite, the one that was reserved for only the most important guests that visited Suna...a room that was identical to the Kazekage's, but located on the other side of the mansion. Although Gaara was already aware of where Naruto was staying (seeing that it was his mansion and he had set up the placement of his guests personally) he knew why the Hokage had mentioned it…it was an invitation to join him.

 

The hallway was dark, quiet, and devoid of guests. Gaara assumed that most were sleeping, though as he passed a room that he knew to be reserved for Uchiha Sasuke he considered that there might be another thing that his guests were preoccupied with. This room was far from silent, and there were two easily distinguishable voices other than the Uchiha's...both female. Gaara had never realized that the lot of Konoha ninja were even more insatiable group than this own lewd brother and lot of lecherous advisors.

 

“Gaara, pst, Gaara,” a voice from further down the hallway interrupted his thoughts, but the Kazekage recognized it and wasn't startled. Naruto had already removed the robe that he had been wearing (mostly because he didn't want a repeat of Gaara's affinity for property destruction, Tsunade would truly kill him if he returned with both ceremonial robes shredded and in tatters), so he stood there only in the pants that he had borrowed from Gaara earlier and worn under the robe.

 

Gaara liked seeing the Hokage in black, it looked much better than the orange and other bright colored hues that he normally adorned himself with. Naruto also sported a huge grin that stretched from ear to ear. “Why are you so happy?” Gaara was glad that Naruto was pleased to see him, but the Hokage's smile was bordering on devious.

 

“Look what I bummed off of Kakashi!” Naruto exclaimed holding up a small tube in his fingers for Gaara to see. In order to be able to tell what it was Gaara had to move closer and covered the expanse between them in long, smooth strides.

 

“Lube? Is this the thing that you said we needed?” Gaara asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

“Yep, now we don't have to improvise. It's made specifically for instances like ours and works better than the methods I used last night.” Naruto grabbed the Kazekage and pulled him into his room, closing the door quietly behind them. Unlike the previous night, Gaara seemed much more composed and didn't make any move to jump his lover under some drunk or passion-filled guise. He only calmly walked over to the bed and began removing his own robe carefully as he waited for Naruto to join him. He had worn slim fitting black slacks underneath the billowing silk layers of fabric and a skintight black shirt that showed off every defined muscle on the Kazekage's chest. Naruto let himself just watch, nearly salivating at the site of his lover undressing.

 

Gaara continued stripping himself of articles of clothing until he was only in dark maroon boxers that went well with his fiery colored hair and nearly matched the shade of his forehead's tattoo. “Are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to keep your promise to me?” Naruto gulped, he knew what Gaara was alluding to. He wasn't averse to allowing Gaara to take him, but it somewhat bothered Naruto that he would be Gaara's first and he wasn't sure that compassion and tenderness would factor into the Kazekage's sexual strategy as he claimed Naruto's anal virginity. The blond tried to shake away any concerns he had, telling himself that as a shinobi (hell, as the Hokage) he would be able to handle a little pain...even a lot if that is what it came down to.

 

One slow, deliberate step after another Naruto ambled over to Gaara, unbuttoning the borrowed pants and pulling them off as he finally joined his lover completely nude on the edge of the bed. He had neglected to borrow underwear from Gaara, and had gone commando for the entirety of the day, Gaara hadn't realized and was surprised when the pants had fallen to the floor leaving Naruto's length springing upward. Naruto was unfortunately met with a rigid, immobile partner and awkward silence. If the Kazekage would have been prone to nervous fidgeting he would have been expelling his anxious energy in such a way, but seeing the he was Gaara of the Desert the sand wielding ninja did no such thing and allowed the laconic quiet to continue as he mulled over some thoughts in his head.

 

Kankuro's voice seemed to be echoing in his mind, filling it with aggravating advice from moments long past that Gaara wished he had heeded. Last night had been more than adequate as he had been on the receiving side of things, but he knew that it was because of Naruto's sexual adeptness. As much as it was nice and eventually they would repeat that experience, Gaara was not one to easily give up control and wanted to be the one filling his partner and making him scream. The Kazekage feared that Naruto wouldn't get that from him.

 

Kankuro repeatedly told him that he should just find someone and get initial moment over with because more often than not a man's first time was merely a learning experience and not something that one would brag about. Gaara rarely let himself get lost in lustful thoughts (like the ones that were now plaguing him as he enjoyed the propinquity of Naruto's nakedness) and hadn't even had much experience with solo action, let alone being hard up enough to go and screw the first person he could find. He also could hear Kankuro warning him not to have it be someone that he wanted to see again, because unsatisfied partners rarely came looking for more rounds of disappointment. Gaara didn't think that those words would be applicable to Naruto, but it worried him all the same.

 

Naruto made the first advance and moved in toward Gaara, snaking a strong arm around his waist and placing very faint, but well-aimed, kisses between the other man's shoulder blades. Gaara was glad that Naruto had taken the initiative and it spurred him on a bit as he pulled the blond up to his face and started laying fleeting contact between their lips. The kissing deepened and Gaara slipped a tongue into the Hokage's mouth, pushing as far into him as possible and tasting the wet cavern that the Kazekage claimed with much fervor.

 

Naruto never even guessed that Gaara was plagued by performance anxiety, but perhaps this was because such matters were never apparent to those that surrounded the Kazekage. Gaara kept his emotions well hidden, and usually refused to let them interfere at all…but that didn't mean that they didn't exist or that he didn't experience the same things that every other person did. From the days when emotion was a dangerous thing to allow (due to the presence of Shukaku), Gaara had learned to suppress such things deep within himself and shut them away from the outside world...but Gaara couldn't push away the feelings that Naruto elicited in him. With Naruto he felt safe and even vindicated of his former self. Gaara was sure that if he failed miserably in his first attempt of taking his lover that Naruto would just give him that stupid smile and tell him that he'd do better next time instead of laughing in his face or refusing to see him again. It was just like the blond to do such a thing, and for that Gaara was grateful.

 

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Sakura's hair was frizzy and mussed and she had sand stuck in every place imaginable as she returned to the mansion with Kankuro. She would have to tell Ino that she was right, because he had most definitely lived up to his reputation (and he hadn't even have Karasu with him). The puppet-nin had walked with her back home after their little rendezvous in the desert, holding her hand the entire way back. She was so exhausted that she could do little more than squeeze his fingers and give him a light kiss on his cheeks as she told him goodnight.

 

“I'll walk you to your room, where are you staying?” he asked.

 

“The west guest wing,” she was too tired to argue against his company, but hoped that he wasn't looking for round two of what occurred only a short time ago. Kankuro had thoroughly done her in the first time.

 

When arriving at her door she motioned to him to let Kankuro know that these were her quarters. He smiled at her and kissed her forehead, “Goodnight Sakura Hurino, I thank you for a wonderfully pleasant evening.” Kankuro turned and walked back down the hallway waving at her before he moved out of sight. Sakura knew why so many women revisited him, he was almost as charming after he bedded someone as he was before. On entering her room she entertained the idea of a bath to rid herself of the god-awful itchy sand, but just plopped down on her bed instead and promptly allowed sleep to capture her.

 

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Gaara pushed Naruto down on the bed and ran his fingers over Hokage's hard abdomen and letting his hands get tangled in the mess of blond hair that was directly above Naruto's hardness. Gaara had kissed Naruto furiously for an extended period of time…one that his erection was telling him had been far too long. He couldn't help but to stall, it gave Gaara more time to plan his strategy. In the end Gaara figured that copying Naruto would probably be the best course of action, so he started by lowering his lips onto the shaft of his lover.

 

Naruto swore that Gaara must have a hidden Sharingan somewhere, because he had no idea how the inexperienced man could have copied a technique so flawlessly after only experiencing it once. It may have been a near duplicate of the oral stimulation that Gaara had received the previous night, but that didn't make Naruto complain in the slightest. The Kazekage's hot mouth sucking on him made the Hokage feel dizzy and so horny that he wanted to pull Gaara off of him, turn him over, and fuck him silly. Somehow in the lustful haze Naruto remembered that he had promised to share that pleasure with Gaara, and only forced his hips to stay still under the talented and forceful mouth of his lover.

 

Removing his mouth from Naruto, Gaara held the bottle of lube and (like Naruto had told him to) smeared a bit on his finger before positioning it at the blonde's rear entrance. He had wanted to make Naruto come first before doing this, but his arousal told him that it couldn't wait. Naruto shifted nervously as Gaara place a slickened finger against the orifice's entrance and pushed hesitantly forward. As it slipped in Naruto gasped at the sudden pain, but like he had instructed Gaara to do the night before, he breathed and allowed himself to relax against the intrusive sensation. Rotating his wrist and slathering Naruto with adequate amounts of lubrication, Gaara mused at the pressure that was on his finger moving it and out of Naruto. He wasn't sure that he was going to be able to last very long in that kind of constrictive environment. Gaara glowered a bit at the thought and added another finger.

 

Naruto squirmed and shifted his hips a little higher in hopes of having Gaara hit the illustrious spot that he himself had never experienced before. His struggle only earned him a third finger and the return on Gaara's mouth on his cock. Naruto moaned and pushed down on Gaara's fingers, spearing himself further than the cautious Kazekage had been willing to go and he was greeted with fingers inciting a shock that ran through his entire body. Naruto wanted that again, and grunted to Gaara, “Deeper.”

 

Gaara took this the wrong way, instead of fingers pushing farther into Naruto, his mouth engulfed the entirety of the Hokage's length coming up sputtering a bit, but then pushed back down until Gaara's nose was buried in Naruto's pubic hair. Naruto pushed downward on the fingers himself again and thanked the powers that be for Gaara's misinterpretation of the command. The whiskered man had never in his life had a person impale themselves so far on his member that they were able to hit bottom, and Naruto was quite sure that Gaara could give Kakashi's deepthroating technique he'd heard so much about a run for his money. Forcing Gaara to hit his prostate a few more times Naruto couldn't hold on for another second and released himself straight down Gaara's throat while screaming his lover's name.

 

Though Naruto was limp and panting while trying to recover, Gaara had no time to waste and he positioned himself in-between Naruto's legs. Adding a sufficient coat of lubrication to his own hardness he pushed the arousal against the well-prepared entrance. Naruto grimaced at the feeling of Gaara's length entering him in a much less deliberate way than he would have attacked the situation. It wasn't too fast, but definitely wasn't slow enough for a person experiencing it for the first time. There was no adjustment period after the entirety of the Kazekage pushed inside, rather Gaara started rocking his hips slowly in small circles. After a few seconds that motion started to feel quite good to Naruto.

 

Kankuro was also always giving Gaara advice on techniques to use on a lover to drive them crazy with pleasure, and Gaara was glad that he'd been forced to listen to his brother's perverse ramblings for the first time that night. Hip movement had been a much discussed topic and Gaara picked a particular technique that sounded easy enough for a novice to try. Kankuro always told him that until you got good enough to read what patterns your partner desired to just move in shapes that you could imagine in your mind, and make sure it wasn't just up and down, back and forth, or in and out…it had to be a combination of all three. Naruto seemed to appreciate when he moved in a variation of a figure eight, so Gaara repeated that motion several times.

 

It didn't take much effort for Gaara's length to reach and stimulate Naruto's prostate and the Hokage couldn't believe that he had bragged about his own talented hips last night when Gaara was doing a number on him that made him moan and whimper in a most indignant way. It was so slow that Naruto felt a little like he was losing his mind. He wanted the grueling pace to continue, but at the same time he wished that Gaara would just start pounding him so that he could reach release again. Naruto's rehardening member ached from lack of attention, and Gaara's hands were preoccupied and gripping his partner's hips in order to control the swiveling moments in and out, so Naruto grabbed his own length and began pumping.

 

Gaara watched as his lover squirmed beneath him, and it was such a wonderful sight. He wished that he had the control to maintain this slow and steady pace for longer, but desire drove him to match the increasing speed that Naruto fisted himself with. The faster that Naruto pumped the quicker Gaara thrusted. Soon he found that it was very difficult to do anything but piston straight in and out of Naruto and his hips burned with exhaustion, but he pushed forward anyway knowing that both he and his lover were close. Naruto came first, spurting warm and sticky liquid onto his own stomach and hand and then Gaara followed as Naruto's muscles clamped down hard on him. Gaara arched his back and pushed so far in to Naruto that the blonde screamed and followed it up with a whimper. After releasing the ribbons of ecstasy far up into Naruto's intestine, Gaara growled and slumped over, laying his head on the blonde's chest. A wide smile found its way onto Gaara's face as he reveled in the fact that his first time was nothing like Kankuro had told him it would be. He had held his own and made his lover writhe in pleasure, it was a good experience and he couldn't wait to shove it in his arrogant brother's face.

 

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Ino returned to her room after an exciting session with Sasuke and a Suna woman who was very lovely and exotic looking. The blond never liked sleeping in the same room as her lovers, especially Sasuke. It only reminded her that he viewed her as a good fuck and didn't return any of the feelings that she still harbored for the sole survivor of the Uchiha clan. Ino had chose to room with Sakura and found her friend asleep on the corner of the bed with her legs hanging off the side. Ino smirked, she had expected Sakura to be off in Kakashi's room…that, or she had thought that she would come in to the room and catch an eyeful of naked copy-nin and Sakura. Unfortunately, it was neither…just an exhausted and oddly positioned Sakura. Taking off her clothing and putting on a light nightshirt, Ino laughed as she noted her friend's messed hair and smeared makeup. Sakura had been up to something, but not with Kakashi. Sakura always slept next to her ex-sensei after they had sex and it wasn't like the copy-nin at all to just dump her in the room and leave her here alone.

 

“Sakura…pst…Sakura,” Ino whispered poking at her friend's arm. “Hey, forehead, wake up.”

 

“Shut your yap Ino-pig. I'm sleeping,” Sakura grumbled but not moving.

 

“You better move your big butt, you sleep all night like that and you'll be sore tomorrow,” Ino warned.

 

“I'm going to be sore anyway,” Sakura muttered. Ino sat down beside Sakura and tried to think of a way to wake her and get the details of whatever juicy gossip she could. The corner of the bed where she sat had grains of sand scattered on the bedspread.

 

“Sakura! You are getting sand in bed! Get up right now!” Ino was not patient when it came to dealing with the uncomfortable granules that she always seemed to get in her bed whenever Kankuro…wait. Ino's face lit up as she finally realized what happened. There was only one man in Suna that had a penchant for making love in the sand in such a way that you would find it everywhere and in every crevasse for a solid week but were too tired to care. “Sakura, did you steal away my Kankuro?” Ino asked with devilish glee. Honestly the man was a good fuck, but not Ino's type. She was still secretly hoping to sway Sasuke.

 

“No, he said he was looking for me,” Sakura mumbled.

 

“He was looking to get laid, and you let him. Good for you, making progress I see.” Ino was glad that Sakura was bedding someone other than Kakashi, he was never going to settle down and she could tell that her friend was getting too attached to her former sensei. “Was he as good as I told you?”

 

“Better,” was Sakura's only reply.

 

“Maybe you and I can double team him and Karasu next time he's in Konoha,” Ino suggested. She received a glare from Sakura that told her that she wasn't interested in threesomes (or foursomes if you counted Karasu). “Hmph, your loss. I could give your clit a working over that would have you screaming for days.”

 

“Dirty tongues for dirty deeds, you are such a pervert Ino,” Sakura chuckled trying to sit up. “But thanks for insisting that I try him, I don't think I would have given him a chance if not for your glowing recommendation.”

 

“You are very welcome, but I am curious to know why you weren't with Kakashi,” Ino said this slowly and watched for her friend's reaction. It was as she expected, at the mention of the copy-nin's name Sakura fell back to the bed and pouted. “Did he leave you for someone else again?”

 

“Yes, two someone else's. I think that my refusal to do a threesome with him will be my undoing.”

 

“You can do better, there are many other ninja in the sea. And there's always Kankuro when you are looking for a little carnal comfort. The best thing about that man is that he takes requests. He'll do you in any way you please, unlike a very domineering ex-sensei of yours who relishes in control and didn't even get you off last time you slept with him,” Ino prodded.

 

“Hey, it was after a really difficult mission, I was tired and didn't want to in the first place. I just let him…”

 

“Exactly, he didn't listen to you, he never listens to you. He may be a good friend and a decent lover, but you can do better.” Sakura scowled at Ino's words, but knew she was right. Kakashi and her weren't going to work out, no matter now hard she wished it would.

 

A tear slipped down Sakura's face, she didn't know that the realization would sting as much as it did. “I know that Ino, but I was hoping…” Ino laid down next to her friend and hugged her. It was never fun to have your heart broken, but Ino was grateful that it had happened now before Sakura's feelings had intensified. “Thank you,” Sakura whispered to her friend as she let herself fall back asleep within Ino's comforting embrace. Ino smiled at Sakura, she was such a kind soul…she deserved a kind person to love her back. It was too bad that Ino liked men too much and Sakura didn't like women at all, because Ino would have tried to be that person.

 

 

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A/N's: Don't even yell at me for the Sakura/Ino close call. I thought it was cute. I have never written Yuri…I might have to try. Something WAFFy. If I can write Yaoi I should be able to hand Yuri…at least I'm a girl…leaves a bit less to my imagination. I always worry that a homosexual man will read my works and tell me, “Oh sad, pathetic Lemon Drops…that is NOT how it goes.” Not that I really know how any of it goes. I'm just clueless in my fun little written perversions…guessing as I write.