Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Hot Sand ❯ Hot Sand II: Chapter 1: Time Away ( Chapter 22 )

Hot Sand II: The Fatherhood Arc

Chapter 1: Time Away

by Lemon Drops/thatreevesgirl

 

The deep, aqua eyes of the former Kazekage traced the hard, muscled curves of Naruto's chest, tempting him to touch and lick the tanned skin, even more so as Naruto let loose a breathy moan from beneath him. Gaara's palm cupped Naruto through his orange trousers, giving the hardening flesh a gentle squeeze before dropping his hand away. Gaara waited a few seconds to see Naruto's reaction, though after years together, he was fairly sure what it would be.

 

Naruto didn't disappoint, his heavy-lidded eyes partially closed, bruised lips parted just a bit, and then he wriggled and let out a low, needy groan. The Hokage, of course, made his displeasure from the loss of pressure and warmth well known as he added a few more soft whines, eyes pleading for that firm, yet graceful hand to return. Gaara raised his hairless brow as if to say, `stop being impatient,' and lowered his head to the growing bulge in his husband's pants, nuzzling his lips and mouth against the area of tented fabric, nipping and licking slowly until he heard Naruto bite back a deep moan.

 

A few minutes ago they'd been engaged in civil conversation, normal, non-perverted, completely legitimate discussion. Somehow they had gone from conversing about the unusually warm Konohan winter, to having a very insistent Gaara straddling Naruto, touching and tweaking the places he knew made his partner writhe. Naruto's shirt was rumpled around the upper portion of his chest while Gaara lapped at the harshly confined erection. Gaara's fingers made quick work of the other obvious erogenous zone Naruto liked, rolling the tiny, pert nipples of the leaf leader between his forefingers and thumbs. Naruto squeaked when Gaara gave the two bits of protruding flesh a sharp pinch, at the same time he bit down on the fabric-encased flesh.

 

Naruto panted heavily as a smirk crossed Gaara's lips, taking the zipper of Naruto's trousers between his teeth and pulling it down slowly, every single click painfully audible to the blond man waiting to have that unbelievably talented tongue of Gaara's lick and then mouth engulf him, down the to short, curled, blond strands of pubic hair.

 

Gaara was lost amidst his own personal mission, which was apparently to remove Naruto's cock from his pants with nothing but his mouth. Naruto moaned again as his eyes met Gaara's, locking and never separating as the hot, moist lips worked their way into Naruto's briefs, making contact, flesh to flesh, before laying wet, searing kisses along what little was exposed of the leaf-nin's length. Gaara nuzzled further up until the tip was uncovered, sucking it between his lips and pulling it out of his lover's pants, reveling in how this little act made Naruto writhe and wriggle beneath him. Gaara gave the head a good, hard suck, eager fingers tweaked his lovers nipples once again, his tongue swept along the slit a few times before forcing himself to swallow more of the flesh.

 

Naruto would never, never get over how incredibly sexy it was to watch himself disappear into that ungodly talented mouth. Gaara was a master at knowing when to lick, when to suck, when to nip, when to bite, or his second favorite orally pleasing maneuver—which was happening right now—when to take every inch of cock inside, until it smoothly slid down into a more restrictive area, letting Naruto know he was actually inside Gaara's throat. Then Gaara moaned, a low, purposeful hum which sent shivers of pleasure spiking through Naruto's body, that pleasure quickly verbalized as a harsh version of Gaara's name formed amidst the breath escaping Naroto's lips.

 

Fingertips, Naruto's fingertips more specifically, dug into the comforter beneath them, tearing and ripping at the fabric, grasping for some leverage, though no amount of pulling or grappling would steady him in the wake of the harsh, yet intuitively responsive mouth of his partner. A war waged between them, and Naruto knew it was a losing battle for him, but never had defeat been such a glorious affair as when Gaara's mouth was wrapped around him, sucking with great ferocity and daring Naruto to complete.

 

Gaara's eyes, a mischievous glint of green, seemed to taunt Naruto as the other man panted and watched Gaara work, bobbing up and down the entirety of his length. Come for me, Naruto, they pleaded him, and Naruto could scarcely resist, but he did. Gaara pulled off the engorged flesh, leaving it springing and then laying painfully erect against Naruto's abdomen. Gaara lips nuzzled against it softly, kissing the underside of the shaft gently as it leapt a little. Naruto's hips gyrated slowly, pushing himself up a bit to offer his length to Gaara's talented mouth once more. The redhead's response was to shove those overeager hips down into the mattress and hold them there, impeding further movement from the blond man before giving a long, purposeful lick upward from the base to the tip of Naruto's cock. 

 

Swollen, an angry red, small droplets of precum drizzling out and slightly down the slit, Naruto moaning and fighting against the hands which restrained those impatient hips and impeded any movement—all this made Gaara's pants feel horribly tight. Gaara responded to his own growing need by taking hold of Naruto's backside and lifting him upward, legs now draped almost awkwardly over Gaara's shoulders as the slighter man licked between the skin around Naruto's testes, down along the trail of tender, sensitive flesh which led to the slight, puckered dip which Gaara wanted so badly. Fill it with his cock, fill it with his tongue, honestly it was the same either way for Gaara at this point, because right now, at this moment, as he swirled lazily around the tight entrance, the point was to pleasure Naruto, make him quiver and shake and cry out as Gaara gave him every bit of bliss he could.

 

The tip of the former Kazekage's tongue moved slowly as he dipped cautiously into Naruto, as if he were testing Naruto's reaction. It had been awhile for them, even longer since Gaara had topped Naruto, so Gaara very seriously began preparing his lover, beginning by sliding his tongue inside of him, pulling out, swirling again, repeating the whole process until Naruto shook. Gaara chuckled, the knucklehead was still holding back, because as close as Naruto was he hadn't allowed himself release. That was fine with him, Gaara did always appreciate a challenge, especially a challenge like this.

 

Naruto's body arched rigidly as Gaara pressed his tongue back inside, then pulled out and lapped wetly for a few painfully languid strokes, painful for Naruto anyway. Teasing Naruto now, prolonging the building orgasm, Gaara tightened his tongue and ran the tip over the slight puckered patches of skin directly outside the entrance, tracing them ever so lightly, carefully allowing hot puffs of air to descend onto the saliva-wetted skin. Naruto squirmed, murmuring incoherently, eyes shut tightly as Gaara entered him again, filling him as much as he could before he let his tongue go slack and slip out millimeter by millimeter. Naruto was absolutely certain he was going to go mad from the experience.

 

There was a tremendous roar in Naruto's ears, probably from being tipped in such a precarious position, blood rushing one of two places, his head or his painfully hard manhood. The blond didn't have a good view of what Gaara was doing, but he could feel ever tiny ministration the redhead made. Naruto bit his lip hard, his pulse thudding ceaselessly now as Gaara once again lapped over the taught skin of his backside, wetting him down as much as possible. A small trail of that saliva pooled and rolled down Naruto's back, dripping as far as the middle of his spine before it dribbled onto the bed beneath him. Gaara continued to dampen his skin, pulling back and blowing on it, causing prickles to spring up and Naruto's hard flesh to leap at the sensation.

 

“Gaa…Gaara…”

 

Gaara's lips broke into a sadistically pleased smirk, repositioning Naruto so he could draw one of his partner's testes into his mouth, sucking on it harshly and making Naruto yelp. Not only did this action cause Naruto to cry out, but he bucked forward, heels digging into Gaara's shoulder blades as the redhead repeated the process on the other small, hard globe. Naruto whimpered again, trying not to buck his hips anymore, because a hand was firmly squeezing his manhood, the pad of a thumb sweeping ruthless along the dribbling slit, smearing the iridescent liquid along the head, then rubbing further down (or up, if you consider that Naruto was nearly tossed upsidedown by Gaara, his feet and legs higher than any other part of him).

 

Naruto didn't think this torture session could get any more difficult for him to manage through until those firm fingers, the ones wrapped securely around his arousal, began stroking in time to the tongue which was currently plunging back into the depths of Naruto's saliva slickened entrance, matching perfectly with Gaara's hand. It was unhurried, and it felt so ungodly wonderful, yet almost painful at the same time, because just a bit faster, just a touch more speed or rotation in the jerk of Gaara's hand would have Naruto spilling his seed down his stomach.

 

Gaara wouldn't have that, he would have Naruto finishing when he wanted it, and so he lapped again, tugged again, licked again, tongue-fucked Naruto again. The roar had gone from tremendous to deafening, and as much as Naruto tried to regain some grip on reality, his body was quivering and far too lost in the sensations it was being bombarded with. Naruto shook…moaned...he was close. So very, very close.

 

The first thing to leave Naruto was the hand wound tightly around his quivering flesh, recanting finger by finger, the silent rescindment explanation enough for Naruto, he knew what was coming. Gaara's tongue retracted next, then mouth, followed by his hips being lowered as Naruto was tossed down on the mattress. Gaara hovered over him, unbuckling his pants hurriedly and pushing them and his boxers down enough to release the trapped flesh within. A little more wriggling and Gaara's dark grey pants, the ones with hints of grape thread, were now wrapped messily around his thighs. The Hokage's shirt was still bunched around his collarbone, but there wasn't time to strip each other of their remaining clothing, there was a wanton need left unspoken between them as Gaara pressed the tip of his member to Naruto's entrance.

 

Gritting his teeth, the former Kazekage backed away, realizing after a small thrust that Naruto still wasn't ready for him. Gaara quickly dug through the nightstand till he found a small unlabeled bottle of liquid, uncapping it and smearing a bit down his length and repositioning himself once again. Gaara looked at the man beneath him, the lost, lustful look peering out of half-closed eyes, cock flush against his abdomen, legs splayed in a trusting and inviting way as Naruto planted his feet and raised his buttocks, pushing enough so that the head of Gaara's penis slid carefully inside of him.

 

“I've been waiting enough, Gaara, fuck me,” Naruto hissed as he arched up again, trying to urge his partner into moving, which didn't take much convincing. Gaara angled his hips forward and with a slight thrust, more like an assured push, he slid further into his lover. It was tight, warm, and Naruto locked his inner muscles around Gaara reflexively, it being a long time since their last coupling. Gaara could barely remember the last time he was sheathed in the searing heat of Naruto, and how he had missed it.

 

A low hiss of air escaped Naruto's lips, then he harshly sucked it back in, a slight whimper accompanying the rough breath. Gaara took note of this, and as he pushed further inside, his fingers once again anchored themselves around the flagging arousal of Naruto, giving several pumps until his lover was more focused on being jerked off than being fucked.

 

Naruto ran the tip of his tongue along the sharp, pointed edge of his left incisor, jaw trembling as he arched up instinctively when Gaara bottomed out. Completely inside now, Gaara moved forward and angled his body over Naruto's, leaning down and capturing soft, pink lips with his own. Tongues soon crashed together, just like the lower portions of their bodies as Gaara began thrusting, the slight movement in and out of Naruto second nature and quickly remembered.

 

Mouths separated. Naruto moaned as Gaara latched his lips onto a very sensitive portion of Naruto's neck, licking and sucking on a patch of bruised skin, already littered with several lovebites as Gaara began creating another one, never slowing the rhythmic roll of his hips, never stopping the expertly angled thrusts into Naruto. The body beneath him careened, twitching and arching unconsciously as Gaara's length brushed against the tiny bundle of nerves inside.

 

This never got old. In all their years together sex hadn't become boring, because every time they made love, Gaara and Naruto made sure that it was never just something they did, never just an activity to fill the time. When they had sex it was purposeful and meaningful, emotions alive and raw and felt wholly as Naruto fucked Gaara or Gaara fucked Naruto, whichever they wanted, whatever they needed. It was always clear that the underlying purpose was to please their partner, not themselves, and sometimes the need for one another was maddening and unexplainable.

 

Naruto's breath was coming in broken spurts and he was barely able to draw enough in before crying harshly in Gaara's ear, a warm splash of cum erupting between their bodies. Gaara responded by pressing in quickly, brushing against Naruto's prostate again as the second spurt of sticky heat hit him and dribbled off of Gaara's stomach.

 

“Good…” was the pleased whisper of the former Kazekage into Naruto's ear. “…Unbelievable beautiful.” Gaara always did believe that there was nothing more alluring or bewitching than his husband's perfect, lithe form convulsing in pleasure. Nothing.

 

“Gaara, you…”

 

Naruto's fingers clamped onto the skin of his lover's hips, urging him forward, a silent command to finish himself. A smirk made its way on the placated lips of the Hokage as he felt the cock within him thrust forward, Naruto's body welcoming it inside, shaking as Gaara once again brushed against his prostate. A few more well placed thrusts, a little help from Naruto's well trained muscles squeezing and milking Gaara, and the other man was trying desperately to take in enough oxygen as his body erupted inside of Naruto, warm streams and steady pulses of cum drawn out and dribbling into his husband.

 

Sex was only one way Gaara and Naruto told each other that they loved their partner, but it was definitely the most satiating. Gaara let himself relax into Naruto's arms, still panting heavily and heart beating out of control as he kissed the warm skin around Naruto's half-exposed collarbone.

 

“Three more hours,” were the hushed words of the Hokage into the dark twilight, staring at the ceiling as he sighed.

 

“Be thankful we have that much,” Gaara growled, pulling out of Naruto and heading to the bathroom to wash up. Naruto was already asleep when Gaara returned, and after a few moments of cleaning up the remnants of their coupling, the other man slid into his spot, wrapping his arms around Naruto and nestling into the crook of his husband's neck before joining him in slumber.

 

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There was a loud, annoyed knocking at the front door, and it became a near-frantic pounding before Gaara could make it to the entrance of his and Naruto's home. When he opened it, he was greeted by the warm, covered smile of Kakashi (behind his mask of course) and a very pouty blonde stomping inside. The three year old looked as furious as a child could be, and Gaara raised his brow before asking, “Was it her knocking?” which he thought to be highly unlikely. Akiko was strong like her father, but that would have been ridiculous.

 

Kakashi shook his head no, still grinning widely as he pushed the second girl inside, her foul mood worse than the first. Kakashi's smile was betrayed as one of his eyebrows twitched, letting Gaara know that the two children had indeed released their wrath on Kakashi and Sasuke.

 

Before Gaara could ask anything else, the other girl, Mariko, shouted at the top of her lungs, “Uncle Sasuke is a jerk!” and then stomped off to her room.

 

“Ya know,” Kakashi began, “You guys didn't raise her from a baby, and she's only lived here for four years, but I would think manners would have been the first thing you would instill in that child's mind.”

 

Naruto stood groggily halfway down the hallway, glaring the best he could in his sleep-deprived state at his adopted child. Mariko matched the stare with narrowed eyes as she went on and on about how much she hated Sasuke. Akiko, even though she probably held absolutely no malice toward Sasuke, but was enamored with her older sister and always agreed with everything she said, wandered up to Naruto and began adding small, snippy comments like, “Yeah, Uncca Sascake is a jerk.” Oh the loving nicknames given to you by a three year old.

 

“I hope you enjoyed your vacation, I know Sasuke isn't playing babysitter for you two for a looooong time,” Kakashi told Gaara with a grimace. “Mariko got into the Uchiha weaponry storage and broke Sasuke's katana.”

 

“The katana?” Gaara asked with a gulp.

 

Kakashi nodded, “The katana. The one that reminds him of his past and how he will never return to his evil, vengeful ways.” As Kakashi recounted this he waved his hands theatrically and added a funny little ominous, “Ooooooo,” before he rolled his eyes at the thought of his enraged partner.

 

Naruto, seemingly unphased by this news, and carrying Akiko on his shoulders, bouncing her as she giggled and tried to hold on, smirked as he told Kakashi confidently, “Good! About time he stopped worrying so much about the regrets of his past and thought more about the promise of his future.”

 

Kakashi tried to stifle a chuckle, but did so rather poorly as both Gaara and Naruto took note of the copy-nin's humorous outburst. “Well, just remember that you get the twins next week. I'm sure they'll break more than a katana.” With that Kakashi waved a goodbye at Akiko (who waved vigorously back at her favorite Uncle), and gave Gaara and Naruto a salute before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

 

“The twins, I almost forgot,” Gaara groaned. Two children were enough, adding two pompous Uchiha brats into the mix wasn't something the quiet and proud sand-nin was looking forward to. Akiko, however, was very, very excited. The mention of “twins” made her twitter and giggle. No matter what bratty little children the twins seemed to be to everyone else in the world, Naruto's daughter saw them only as the best friends she'd ever had. Naruto was even certain that Akiko would choose them over Mariko.

 

Gaara wasn't as fond of his daughter's attachment to the Uchihas, but what did one expect, she was Naruto's daughter. Kakashi once told him that it was probably fate, Tsunade mentioned something about pairing them as a team when they were genin, just like their fathers, Naruto was absolutely enthralled with the idea of his daughter having the two biggest brats in Konoha wrapped around her little finger. And Akiko? Well, the three year old blond girl was as clueless as her father probably was at that age. Thank the stars above she inherited at least a little of her surrogate mother's brains, or Gaara might have lost his mind dealing with a mini Naruto clone. Naruto wasn't a twit at twenty-eight, but remembering back to the days when they first met, there was nothing more Gaara had wanted to do than kill the annoying, blond idiot who was always yelling and challenging him.

 

“Papa, did you and daddy have fun?” Akiko asked. Gaara choked at the question (he had indeed had fun while his daughters were away), but Naruto only smiled and said, “Daddy had a blast, little one. Did you have fun with your friends?”

 

“Masaru gave me a flower,” she told her father with a grin. “Uncca Sascake was grumpy about that, so I mades Masaru give him a flower too.”

 

“Good girl,” Naruto told her with a wide grin, “What did Masuyo think of you getting a flower from Masaru?”

 

The little girl pursed her lips together thoughtfully and then burst out loudly, “He punched Masaru in the ear!”

 

Naruto almost doubled over in laughter. The twins were sure to have their fair share of fangirls when they got older, but something told the Hokage that at least one of them was going to end up an Uzumaki (because the world be damned if Sasuke expected his daughter to become an Uchiha). Gaara would tell him, like he had many, many times before, that Naruto was completely jumping the gun. Akiko and the twins were only three.

 

Naruto smiled, hugged his daughter, and put her on the ground. She might have been only three, but one destiny he already decided for her was to put those damn Uchihas in their place, and if this latest incident was any indicator, Masaru had a clear lead over his ear-punching brother.

 

“Papa, can we have ramen for lunch?” Akiko asked as she tugged on Gaara's pantleg. The redheaded man sighed, rubbing his right temple with his forefinger before grumbling a curt yes. Who knew love of ramen was an inheritable trait. Gaara couldn't wait to have a child of his own so he had someone in the family who hated the stuff as much as he did, if his theory on hating or loving ramen being genetic was correct.

 

“Yay, ramen!” Naruto shouted, hopping up and down happily with Akiko. Shaking his head, but unable to hold back the smile after watching the two Uzumakis literally jump for joy at the mention of ramen, Gaara walked back to get some money and Mariko. She had probably had her fair share of lecture from Sasuke, so a little ramen would probably improve her mood. As Gaara herded the last remaining member of his family out the door, he grinned widely. As annoying as parenthood could be at times, this was exactly what he'd always wanted. A contented partner and a normal family, there wasn't anything else he really needed to make him happy.

 

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End of Chapter

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A/N's: I don't promise that this will be as good as Hot Sand I, but I'll really, really try. I also warn you, Hot Sand II will have the hetero sex (OMG, KankySaku and ShikaTem, oh noes!!!!). I was going to give you all KankySaku right off the bat, but decided (thanks to a friend) that Gaara-seme sounded like more fun.