Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Sacrifice ❯ Mansion ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Demon Lady 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.01.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 826 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.01.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 826 | Status: Work In Progress
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Naruto barely kept the put upon sigh inaudible. That damned Council was going to find out that you don't fuck around with the Jinchuuriki of Kyuubi. The ANBU weren't the only ones he had blackmail on after all, except Naruto was going to ruin the sorry excuses for humans who had put him in this position. Most skilled kunoichi were cold-hearted bitches, or at least that portrayed themselves as such. Temari had a reputation for being a very skilled, intelligent, cold-hearted bitch. And you didn't become a puppet master, much less a female one, unless you were very skilled and manipulative like Chiyo was.
In other words it was going to be a bitch to explain as much as he dared to the pair of deadly kunoichi. Just because Chiyo was old didn't mean she was a pushover. Shinobi didn't live to reach old age unless they were powerful, intelligent, and lucky. Temari became jounin at age 15 which is quite an accomplishment, even if her youngest brother became Kazekage at age 13, which made him the youngest to ever become Kage. Naruto had reached Kage level at the same age as Gaara, even if he hid it but the blond had no real desire to become a Kage. Why would he want to protect an ungrateful village full of people who despised his very existence?
"Konoha's Council didn't tell you." It was clear to the two surprised females that the cloaked figure before them was making a statement and not asking a question. Both cut off their train of thought as the male in front of them continued to speak.
"I can't say I'm surprised. They would do anything to get rid of me because of my being a Jinchuuriki. But you really don't have to worry about Gaara killing me. Shuukaku has probably taught him all the laws our kind abide by and no killing of your fellow Jinchuuriki is one of them," Naruto said to reassure the females in front of him.
And reassure them it did. The sacrifice, as they had been calling the poor soul Konoha had given to them to strengthen the alliance, turning out to be a Jinchuuriki was a blessing. Gaara would finally have someone who would understand him, a companion who would never turn him away, and someone to spend his restless, sleepless nights with.
Chiyo had an inkling as to what had been making Gaara so volatile lately but this Jinchuuriki before her would be better able to answer her questions. After all what better way to get answers than right from a direct source. Besides, if Gaara was going through what she thought he was going through then this Jinchuuriki would be able to handle it far better than any fragile human could.
"Take off the cloak," Chiyo ordered, "We'd like to see your face." Temari nodded to the order. She wanted to see if this male would be good enough for her youngest brother even though her instincts said that the male before her would be more than good enough. Her instincts were proven right less than a second later.
The first thing Temari noticed was the length of pure silvery-blond hair going to mid-back and golden skin followed by the lean but defined muscles visible through the clinging black material of the tank top he wore. Next was how slender he was and his height of five feet, seven inches. Gaara was slender as well but he was taller, reaching six feet and he was a bit broader as well, most likely from all the weight of his sand in various forms. Seeing how slender the silver-haired male, she got the impression that it hadn't always been silvery-blond, was Temari wondered if slenderness was a Jinchuuriki trait. The next thing that caught her attention was the six delicate but well defined marks on his cheeks, marks that signified that he was a Jinchuuriki but which one was a question she would have to ask. But what really captivated Temari was the brilliant sapphire orbs set in that ethereal face especially with the glint of intelligence in those breathtaking windows to the soul. Being gorgeous and having otherworldly eyes had to be Jinchuuriki traits as well because her brother certainly had them as well. Gaara and this male would make a very striking and formidable couple.
When Chiyo gave a slight gasp of shock Temari shook herself out of her contemplation to figure out what had caused the elder to gasp. It only took as second before all the pieces fell together. The Jinchuuriki in front of had a stunning resemblance to the Yondaime Hokage who had defeated the Kyuubi no Kitsune though it was never said how he did so. Knowing what her own sire had done to Gaara it wasn't that big or shocking of a leap to figure out that Namikaze Minato had sealed Kyuubi into his own son. Konoha had to be stupid and blind to give up such a powerful shinobi, the son of their greatest Hokage at that. Though it was plain to see that Konoha had no idea as to his lineage or they never would have given him up. His status as a Jinchuuriki had doubtlessly made them blind to what should have been obvious.
Chiyo was ecstatic on the inside. The son of Konoha's Kiiroi no Senkou, the Jinchuuriki of Kyuubi, had been given to Suna and he would soon be their Kazekage's mate if what she thought was happening was indeed happening. The best part though was that he probably held no feeling for Namikaze Minato and instead looked to Kyuubi for guidance like Gaara did Shuukaku. The blond most likely had no positive feelings in regards to Konoha either. He was a god-given gift to Suna which he would prove to be later on.
"My name is Naruto. I'm the Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi no Kitsune. I can't and won't apologize for the Council of Konoha because they probably aren't sorry at all."
Chiyo nodded her head in understanding. The elder could see the irritation in Naruto's eyes and correctly interpreted it to mean that he was upset that Konoha had insulted and slighted them all by not being forthcoming in regards to Naruto's status. She also noticed his lack of use of a surname which indicated that he neither liked or respected either of his parents. Not that it surprised, it just fit with her earlier assumptions. Their was no way he didn't know his own lineage after all, not with the intelligence shining in his eyes.
"We take no offense from you Naruto because you are not the one at fault and to blame you would be a folly. I will ask though what is troubling Gaara. I have an idea but it is better to ask someone who would know, like you another Jinchuuriki." Chiyo is the spoke in answer of Naruto's words.
"He is sixteen is he not?" Naruto asked and received nods in return. "Then he is definitely about to go into heat. He probably would have given himself a mission tracking down a large group of bandits or nuke-nin to soothe it through bloodletting if he was already in heat with no other outlets through which to relieve his stress and urges."
That confirmed Chiyo's theory which she had shared with her great-granddaughter Temari who had been very worried about Gaara. But Naruto's words and his presence took away any worry either of the two kunoichi had held onto. Gaara would never again be alone because the silver-haired blond would make sure of it. Because Temari couldn't really see either one of them resisting the other. Almost made her want to be there when they met, but only almost. Hormones and emotions would most likely run high when the two Jinchuuriki met.
Turning toward Temari Chiyo spoke. "Take him to Gaara's room. The bath and bathing accessories should already be set up and his outfit should be set out as well. We all want this to go smoothly."
Naruto would have been a little angry at being spoken of as if weren't in the room but he got the impression that Chiyo was just a more than tad eccentric as well as purposefully senile and that she did this all the time. For some reason this assessment really didn't surprise the blond. He had been through too much and seen too much really be surprised by much of anything. But he could already tell that his new life in Suna would be anything but boring and miserable. Naruto couldn't find words to describe how happy that made him. He finally had a home and perhaps he would have a mate if luck was on his side.
~~~~~
It didn't take long for Temari to take him to Gaara's room which had a rather large master bathroom. Of course it wasn't that surprising considering that Gaara's bedroon was the largest in the mansion; Naruto didn't need to see the rest of the mansion to confirm it. Naruto was a little perplexed as to why Temari had begun to get nervous after she had introduced herself to him on the way to Gaara's room. Well, at least he was perplexed until he figured out Temari had realized that she had to go explain his presence to Gaara, who was sure to be upset that this had been planned and executed without his knowing. Naruto didn't envy Temari at all, especially if Gaara had as bad of a temper as Naruto when things were done behind his back or kept from him.
Unfortunately for Naruto that was fairly often. He wasn't sure he would ever forgive the Sandaime, Tsunade, Kakashi, or Jiraiya from never telling him of his parentage regardless of him already figuring it out. Of course all four of them had abandoned or neglected Naruto even when they knew of who he was. None of them had helped him or been there for him when it had really counted. Kyuubi, Ibiki, Iruka, Anko and Kurenai had been the ones there when he needed them except this last time which wasn't really their fault. Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Kakashi had no idea of the bond he had formed with the five older members of his family as well as the bonds he had formed with Konohamaru, Moegi, and Udon, the three youngest members and his friends abroad.
That training trip with Jiraiya had given him a chance to broaden his spy network, gain new allies, and reconnect with old ones as well as allowed him to grow in strength and skill. Though the last one came as a shock to Naruto considering how irresponsible a teacher Jiraiya was. Thankfully what Jiraiya's teaching lacked the teaching of the Toads more than made up for. Naruto might not have thought much of his sire as a person but he did have a grudging respect for his power as a shinobi. He would have been a fool to turn down the scolls of the Yondaime Hokage's techniques. The scolls in question held all of the techniques Namikaze Minato had ever created or known how to use be they ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu, kenjutsu, fuuinjutsu, medical jutsu, and kinjutsu as well as all the one found in the many forbidden scrolls of Konoha. So essentially the Toads had given Naruto access to every jutsu used in Konoha at any time, including Clan jutsu, of which there were many. But the jutsu he was most proud of learning and making better was Hiraishin which he had improved by eliminating the use of jutsu-shiki, or the three-pronged kunai. Though the use of the special kunai did have an intimidation factor that was useful.
The best thing though was that no one, not even Jiraiya had any clue as to what all Naruto had learned on the trip and absolutely no idea that the Toads even had the scolls, much less that they had given the scrolls to Naruto. The Gama Sennin would have more of an idea of what Naruto was truly capable of if he hadn't left Naruto to his own devices for long stretches of time and so would everyone else if they had bothered to look at Naruto's real file which the Sandaime had kept in the safe in his office. Too bad for those in Konoha that Shizune and Tsunade wouldn't find it till it was far too late because Naruto's former caretakers would be of no help to them at all when it came to Naruto. After all who wants to help those who have abused and neglected someone you consider precious?
Naruto came out of his thoughts as he felt Temari and Chiyo leave the compound and head toward Kazekage Tower. No, the blond Jinchuuriki didn't envy them at all. But right now he had more important things to do, like get ready for tonight. The sun would be setting in half an hour and he guessed that Gaara would come not long after dark so he wanted to be ready by then.
~~~~~
The warm bath looked wonderful and felt heavenly on Naruto's slightly sore muscles. That thought lead to another that put a light blush on Naruto's cheeks. He would much more sore and in different places in the morning, which he had no doubt would happen. Anko had trained with Naruto being uke in mind and in truth Naruto acknowledged that he liked the role and was more suited to that role, generally. Naruto liked the feeling of being filled and in his fantasies the feeling of being dominated, being owned. It gave him a sense of being protected, of being precious, things that he had never truly felt in reality but hoped to feel. That was not to say that Naruto was completely submissive in every way. He was very much a take charge kind of person and a natural leader outside the bedroom but he could and did follow orders when the situation called for it. Though he wasn't adverse to the thought of being in control for a little while inside the bedroom even if he wasn't seme. Naruto wasn't and didn't want to be selfish when it came to giving and receiving pleasure.
Gaara was going to be one of the luckiest males alive. After all he was going to have a gorgeous mate who was talented in numerous areas. And what hot-blooded male wouldn't want someone adventerous and knowledgable as well as untouched in the their bed as their mate. Yes, Gaara and by extension Suna was very, very lucky.
By the time Naruto was done bathing the sun had just finished setting and the moon was beginning to rise in the dark velvet sky. Suna's night sky as well as the moon captivated Naruto for a moment as he wistfully hoped that Gaara enjoyed the stars and moon as much as Naruto himself did. Shaking himself out of his revelry Naruto began to towel off.
As Naruto did this be began to take in what the bedroom looked like. The walls were done in a reddish-brown that reminded Naruto dried bood on sand but it didn't disturb him in the slightest. The pulled back curtains of the windows were a darker shade of red while the writing desk, cushioned chairs, and dresser were all made from the same hard kind of dark chocolate brown wood. But what really caught Naruto's attention was the rather large futon swathed in black coverings and the numerous pillows of the same color.
On the futon was Naruto's attire for the night, a practically transparent sarong of crimson silk. If Naruto were more self-conscious he would never even think of wearing something like that in front of anyone much less someone he had never met. However Naruto was a Jinchuuriki and his morals and thought processes were different from a humans. Jinchuuriki don't have the inhibitions that are instilled in humans as children so they don't understand things like embarrassment or shame or other little nuances that humans take for granted because they are not treated or raised as humans. Luckily Jinchuuriki have their tenants to look out for them.
Putting on the sarong Naruto decided to get everything else ready for tonight and congradulated himself on his forethought in always keeping all of his important things, meaning everthing else besides the practical trash used by his mask in his apartment, sealed in his master scroll which was sealed in a seal tattooed on his upper left arm. Of course that was just the stuff he wouldn't need in a hurry or in an emergency.
Naruto unsealed some lightly scented candles and proceeded to place them throughout the room in strategic places and light them giving the room a dim glow accompanied by the brighter light of the moon coming in through the halfway parted curtains of the window. He also unsealed a moderate sized jar of oil to use as lubricant. Looking at the jar and remembering what Gaara was close to going through made Naruto come to a quick decision.
It would probably be a good idea to stretch and prepare himself before Gaara arrived. The red-haired Jinchuuriki might need relief fast because Naruto's presence might trigger his heat if it hadn't already. Because there was no way that Gaara hadn't noticed his presence on an instinctual level even if he hadn't on a conscious level, which would change when Temari and Chiyo finally told Gaara of what had been done. Though how Gaara would react was anyone's guess.
Naruto lay down on the futon and carefully moved the sarong so that he had easier access to the lower entrance to his body. He opened the jar and dipped three fingers in, making sure to coat them thoroughly so as to make this easy on himself. Not that he was extremely worried about this part because he had done this to himself before. It was rather frustrating that his healing abilities caused him to always be virgin tight, meaning that he always felt pain when he was stretched. Of course being masochistic meant he rather enjoyed the pain and he was rather sure Gaara would appreciate the tightness and the fact he was untouched.
Jinchuuriki were more in touch with their primal instincts than humans were. Just the thought that he would be the first to be with Gaara and that Gaara would be his first had him purring in contentment deep in his throat. That purring turned to pleasure as he gently eased the first finger in. Thoughts of Gaara and what was to come was causing Naruto's cock to harden as his excitement grew.
It didn't really matter that he had never met Gaara in person before at all. Sometimes he dreamed of startling teal eyes, glimpses of crimson, or moving blood-soaked sand. Jinchuuriki sometimes had visions that gave clues as to who they would be with for the rest of their long lives, if they lived long enough. Naruto had been dreaming of Gaara for a long time even if he hadn't known just who was dreaming about. He had had an inkling when he had been told in Konoha but hadn't wanted to get his hopes up. Luck and Fortune had decided to give him a break apparently.
His breath hitched and caused to inhale deeply as he added a second finger and began to scissor his fingers to help with the stretching. That deep inhalation brought the scent that permeated the room to Naruto's attention. It was musky, very masculine, and reminded Naruto of untamed desert wind and earthy sand. It fit the picture of Gaara he had in his head and made Naruto's blood all the hotter as the scent invaded his senses and imagination.
Naruto added the third slick finger and felt a tinge of painful pleasure race up his spine. He dared not do more than tease himself because he was not sure how Gaara would respond if he found Naruto bleeding from shallow, self-inflicted cuts and scratches. However small brushes to his prostate and slow leisurely strokes to his arousal were permissable until Gaara appeared.
'Though it would probably be better if I stop now. Gaara should be here soon and we do need to speak a little before we plunge right into more pleasurable activities,' thought Naruto, knowing that he had to show some restraint or he would get too excited. 'It would be much better to wait.'
Removing his fingers, Naruto adjusted the sarong to cover his already rock-hard erection and lay back on the bed to wait after making sure that the open jar of oil on the floor wouldn't fall over.
Naruto barely kept the put upon sigh inaudible. That damned Council was going to find out that you don't fuck around with the Jinchuuriki of Kyuubi. The ANBU weren't the only ones he had blackmail on after all, except Naruto was going to ruin the sorry excuses for humans who had put him in this position. Most skilled kunoichi were cold-hearted bitches, or at least that portrayed themselves as such. Temari had a reputation for being a very skilled, intelligent, cold-hearted bitch. And you didn't become a puppet master, much less a female one, unless you were very skilled and manipulative like Chiyo was.
In other words it was going to be a bitch to explain as much as he dared to the pair of deadly kunoichi. Just because Chiyo was old didn't mean she was a pushover. Shinobi didn't live to reach old age unless they were powerful, intelligent, and lucky. Temari became jounin at age 15 which is quite an accomplishment, even if her youngest brother became Kazekage at age 13, which made him the youngest to ever become Kage. Naruto had reached Kage level at the same age as Gaara, even if he hid it but the blond had no real desire to become a Kage. Why would he want to protect an ungrateful village full of people who despised his very existence?
"Konoha's Council didn't tell you." It was clear to the two surprised females that the cloaked figure before them was making a statement and not asking a question. Both cut off their train of thought as the male in front of them continued to speak.
"I can't say I'm surprised. They would do anything to get rid of me because of my being a Jinchuuriki. But you really don't have to worry about Gaara killing me. Shuukaku has probably taught him all the laws our kind abide by and no killing of your fellow Jinchuuriki is one of them," Naruto said to reassure the females in front of him.
And reassure them it did. The sacrifice, as they had been calling the poor soul Konoha had given to them to strengthen the alliance, turning out to be a Jinchuuriki was a blessing. Gaara would finally have someone who would understand him, a companion who would never turn him away, and someone to spend his restless, sleepless nights with.
Chiyo had an inkling as to what had been making Gaara so volatile lately but this Jinchuuriki before her would be better able to answer her questions. After all what better way to get answers than right from a direct source. Besides, if Gaara was going through what she thought he was going through then this Jinchuuriki would be able to handle it far better than any fragile human could.
"Take off the cloak," Chiyo ordered, "We'd like to see your face." Temari nodded to the order. She wanted to see if this male would be good enough for her youngest brother even though her instincts said that the male before her would be more than good enough. Her instincts were proven right less than a second later.
The first thing Temari noticed was the length of pure silvery-blond hair going to mid-back and golden skin followed by the lean but defined muscles visible through the clinging black material of the tank top he wore. Next was how slender he was and his height of five feet, seven inches. Gaara was slender as well but he was taller, reaching six feet and he was a bit broader as well, most likely from all the weight of his sand in various forms. Seeing how slender the silver-haired male, she got the impression that it hadn't always been silvery-blond, was Temari wondered if slenderness was a Jinchuuriki trait. The next thing that caught her attention was the six delicate but well defined marks on his cheeks, marks that signified that he was a Jinchuuriki but which one was a question she would have to ask. But what really captivated Temari was the brilliant sapphire orbs set in that ethereal face especially with the glint of intelligence in those breathtaking windows to the soul. Being gorgeous and having otherworldly eyes had to be Jinchuuriki traits as well because her brother certainly had them as well. Gaara and this male would make a very striking and formidable couple.
When Chiyo gave a slight gasp of shock Temari shook herself out of her contemplation to figure out what had caused the elder to gasp. It only took as second before all the pieces fell together. The Jinchuuriki in front of had a stunning resemblance to the Yondaime Hokage who had defeated the Kyuubi no Kitsune though it was never said how he did so. Knowing what her own sire had done to Gaara it wasn't that big or shocking of a leap to figure out that Namikaze Minato had sealed Kyuubi into his own son. Konoha had to be stupid and blind to give up such a powerful shinobi, the son of their greatest Hokage at that. Though it was plain to see that Konoha had no idea as to his lineage or they never would have given him up. His status as a Jinchuuriki had doubtlessly made them blind to what should have been obvious.
Chiyo was ecstatic on the inside. The son of Konoha's Kiiroi no Senkou, the Jinchuuriki of Kyuubi, had been given to Suna and he would soon be their Kazekage's mate if what she thought was happening was indeed happening. The best part though was that he probably held no feeling for Namikaze Minato and instead looked to Kyuubi for guidance like Gaara did Shuukaku. The blond most likely had no positive feelings in regards to Konoha either. He was a god-given gift to Suna which he would prove to be later on.
"My name is Naruto. I'm the Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi no Kitsune. I can't and won't apologize for the Council of Konoha because they probably aren't sorry at all."
Chiyo nodded her head in understanding. The elder could see the irritation in Naruto's eyes and correctly interpreted it to mean that he was upset that Konoha had insulted and slighted them all by not being forthcoming in regards to Naruto's status. She also noticed his lack of use of a surname which indicated that he neither liked or respected either of his parents. Not that it surprised, it just fit with her earlier assumptions. Their was no way he didn't know his own lineage after all, not with the intelligence shining in his eyes.
"We take no offense from you Naruto because you are not the one at fault and to blame you would be a folly. I will ask though what is troubling Gaara. I have an idea but it is better to ask someone who would know, like you another Jinchuuriki." Chiyo is the spoke in answer of Naruto's words.
"He is sixteen is he not?" Naruto asked and received nods in return. "Then he is definitely about to go into heat. He probably would have given himself a mission tracking down a large group of bandits or nuke-nin to soothe it through bloodletting if he was already in heat with no other outlets through which to relieve his stress and urges."
That confirmed Chiyo's theory which she had shared with her great-granddaughter Temari who had been very worried about Gaara. But Naruto's words and his presence took away any worry either of the two kunoichi had held onto. Gaara would never again be alone because the silver-haired blond would make sure of it. Because Temari couldn't really see either one of them resisting the other. Almost made her want to be there when they met, but only almost. Hormones and emotions would most likely run high when the two Jinchuuriki met.
Turning toward Temari Chiyo spoke. "Take him to Gaara's room. The bath and bathing accessories should already be set up and his outfit should be set out as well. We all want this to go smoothly."
Naruto would have been a little angry at being spoken of as if weren't in the room but he got the impression that Chiyo was just a more than tad eccentric as well as purposefully senile and that she did this all the time. For some reason this assessment really didn't surprise the blond. He had been through too much and seen too much really be surprised by much of anything. But he could already tell that his new life in Suna would be anything but boring and miserable. Naruto couldn't find words to describe how happy that made him. He finally had a home and perhaps he would have a mate if luck was on his side.
~~~~~
It didn't take long for Temari to take him to Gaara's room which had a rather large master bathroom. Of course it wasn't that surprising considering that Gaara's bedroon was the largest in the mansion; Naruto didn't need to see the rest of the mansion to confirm it. Naruto was a little perplexed as to why Temari had begun to get nervous after she had introduced herself to him on the way to Gaara's room. Well, at least he was perplexed until he figured out Temari had realized that she had to go explain his presence to Gaara, who was sure to be upset that this had been planned and executed without his knowing. Naruto didn't envy Temari at all, especially if Gaara had as bad of a temper as Naruto when things were done behind his back or kept from him.
Unfortunately for Naruto that was fairly often. He wasn't sure he would ever forgive the Sandaime, Tsunade, Kakashi, or Jiraiya from never telling him of his parentage regardless of him already figuring it out. Of course all four of them had abandoned or neglected Naruto even when they knew of who he was. None of them had helped him or been there for him when it had really counted. Kyuubi, Ibiki, Iruka, Anko and Kurenai had been the ones there when he needed them except this last time which wasn't really their fault. Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Kakashi had no idea of the bond he had formed with the five older members of his family as well as the bonds he had formed with Konohamaru, Moegi, and Udon, the three youngest members and his friends abroad.
That training trip with Jiraiya had given him a chance to broaden his spy network, gain new allies, and reconnect with old ones as well as allowed him to grow in strength and skill. Though the last one came as a shock to Naruto considering how irresponsible a teacher Jiraiya was. Thankfully what Jiraiya's teaching lacked the teaching of the Toads more than made up for. Naruto might not have thought much of his sire as a person but he did have a grudging respect for his power as a shinobi. He would have been a fool to turn down the scolls of the Yondaime Hokage's techniques. The scolls in question held all of the techniques Namikaze Minato had ever created or known how to use be they ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu, kenjutsu, fuuinjutsu, medical jutsu, and kinjutsu as well as all the one found in the many forbidden scrolls of Konoha. So essentially the Toads had given Naruto access to every jutsu used in Konoha at any time, including Clan jutsu, of which there were many. But the jutsu he was most proud of learning and making better was Hiraishin which he had improved by eliminating the use of jutsu-shiki, or the three-pronged kunai. Though the use of the special kunai did have an intimidation factor that was useful.
The best thing though was that no one, not even Jiraiya had any clue as to what all Naruto had learned on the trip and absolutely no idea that the Toads even had the scolls, much less that they had given the scrolls to Naruto. The Gama Sennin would have more of an idea of what Naruto was truly capable of if he hadn't left Naruto to his own devices for long stretches of time and so would everyone else if they had bothered to look at Naruto's real file which the Sandaime had kept in the safe in his office. Too bad for those in Konoha that Shizune and Tsunade wouldn't find it till it was far too late because Naruto's former caretakers would be of no help to them at all when it came to Naruto. After all who wants to help those who have abused and neglected someone you consider precious?
Naruto came out of his thoughts as he felt Temari and Chiyo leave the compound and head toward Kazekage Tower. No, the blond Jinchuuriki didn't envy them at all. But right now he had more important things to do, like get ready for tonight. The sun would be setting in half an hour and he guessed that Gaara would come not long after dark so he wanted to be ready by then.
~~~~~
The warm bath looked wonderful and felt heavenly on Naruto's slightly sore muscles. That thought lead to another that put a light blush on Naruto's cheeks. He would much more sore and in different places in the morning, which he had no doubt would happen. Anko had trained with Naruto being uke in mind and in truth Naruto acknowledged that he liked the role and was more suited to that role, generally. Naruto liked the feeling of being filled and in his fantasies the feeling of being dominated, being owned. It gave him a sense of being protected, of being precious, things that he had never truly felt in reality but hoped to feel. That was not to say that Naruto was completely submissive in every way. He was very much a take charge kind of person and a natural leader outside the bedroom but he could and did follow orders when the situation called for it. Though he wasn't adverse to the thought of being in control for a little while inside the bedroom even if he wasn't seme. Naruto wasn't and didn't want to be selfish when it came to giving and receiving pleasure.
Gaara was going to be one of the luckiest males alive. After all he was going to have a gorgeous mate who was talented in numerous areas. And what hot-blooded male wouldn't want someone adventerous and knowledgable as well as untouched in the their bed as their mate. Yes, Gaara and by extension Suna was very, very lucky.
By the time Naruto was done bathing the sun had just finished setting and the moon was beginning to rise in the dark velvet sky. Suna's night sky as well as the moon captivated Naruto for a moment as he wistfully hoped that Gaara enjoyed the stars and moon as much as Naruto himself did. Shaking himself out of his revelry Naruto began to towel off.
As Naruto did this be began to take in what the bedroom looked like. The walls were done in a reddish-brown that reminded Naruto dried bood on sand but it didn't disturb him in the slightest. The pulled back curtains of the windows were a darker shade of red while the writing desk, cushioned chairs, and dresser were all made from the same hard kind of dark chocolate brown wood. But what really caught Naruto's attention was the rather large futon swathed in black coverings and the numerous pillows of the same color.
On the futon was Naruto's attire for the night, a practically transparent sarong of crimson silk. If Naruto were more self-conscious he would never even think of wearing something like that in front of anyone much less someone he had never met. However Naruto was a Jinchuuriki and his morals and thought processes were different from a humans. Jinchuuriki don't have the inhibitions that are instilled in humans as children so they don't understand things like embarrassment or shame or other little nuances that humans take for granted because they are not treated or raised as humans. Luckily Jinchuuriki have their tenants to look out for them.
Putting on the sarong Naruto decided to get everything else ready for tonight and congradulated himself on his forethought in always keeping all of his important things, meaning everthing else besides the practical trash used by his mask in his apartment, sealed in his master scroll which was sealed in a seal tattooed on his upper left arm. Of course that was just the stuff he wouldn't need in a hurry or in an emergency.
Naruto unsealed some lightly scented candles and proceeded to place them throughout the room in strategic places and light them giving the room a dim glow accompanied by the brighter light of the moon coming in through the halfway parted curtains of the window. He also unsealed a moderate sized jar of oil to use as lubricant. Looking at the jar and remembering what Gaara was close to going through made Naruto come to a quick decision.
It would probably be a good idea to stretch and prepare himself before Gaara arrived. The red-haired Jinchuuriki might need relief fast because Naruto's presence might trigger his heat if it hadn't already. Because there was no way that Gaara hadn't noticed his presence on an instinctual level even if he hadn't on a conscious level, which would change when Temari and Chiyo finally told Gaara of what had been done. Though how Gaara would react was anyone's guess.
Naruto lay down on the futon and carefully moved the sarong so that he had easier access to the lower entrance to his body. He opened the jar and dipped three fingers in, making sure to coat them thoroughly so as to make this easy on himself. Not that he was extremely worried about this part because he had done this to himself before. It was rather frustrating that his healing abilities caused him to always be virgin tight, meaning that he always felt pain when he was stretched. Of course being masochistic meant he rather enjoyed the pain and he was rather sure Gaara would appreciate the tightness and the fact he was untouched.
Jinchuuriki were more in touch with their primal instincts than humans were. Just the thought that he would be the first to be with Gaara and that Gaara would be his first had him purring in contentment deep in his throat. That purring turned to pleasure as he gently eased the first finger in. Thoughts of Gaara and what was to come was causing Naruto's cock to harden as his excitement grew.
It didn't really matter that he had never met Gaara in person before at all. Sometimes he dreamed of startling teal eyes, glimpses of crimson, or moving blood-soaked sand. Jinchuuriki sometimes had visions that gave clues as to who they would be with for the rest of their long lives, if they lived long enough. Naruto had been dreaming of Gaara for a long time even if he hadn't known just who was dreaming about. He had had an inkling when he had been told in Konoha but hadn't wanted to get his hopes up. Luck and Fortune had decided to give him a break apparently.
His breath hitched and caused to inhale deeply as he added a second finger and began to scissor his fingers to help with the stretching. That deep inhalation brought the scent that permeated the room to Naruto's attention. It was musky, very masculine, and reminded Naruto of untamed desert wind and earthy sand. It fit the picture of Gaara he had in his head and made Naruto's blood all the hotter as the scent invaded his senses and imagination.
Naruto added the third slick finger and felt a tinge of painful pleasure race up his spine. He dared not do more than tease himself because he was not sure how Gaara would respond if he found Naruto bleeding from shallow, self-inflicted cuts and scratches. However small brushes to his prostate and slow leisurely strokes to his arousal were permissable until Gaara appeared.
'Though it would probably be better if I stop now. Gaara should be here soon and we do need to speak a little before we plunge right into more pleasurable activities,' thought Naruto, knowing that he had to show some restraint or he would get too excited. 'It would be much better to wait.'
Removing his fingers, Naruto adjusted the sarong to cover his already rock-hard erection and lay back on the bed to wait after making sure that the open jar of oil on the floor wouldn't fall over.