Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Sacrifice ❯ Bedroom ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
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Gaara had had a trying day, one thing after another came up to take his attention. He got the distinct impression that they were trying to keep him occupied. He had been feeling restless anticipation for the last day or so and it only intensified as it got closer to sunset. Shuukaku could feel it as well and it puzzled them both. His heat was bound to begin soon and that would explain his restlessness but not the anticipation of something happening soon.
It hadn't helped that he had seen glimpses of warm sapphire eyes and long silvery-blond hair dancing in the wind during his meditation or that as he stood on the cliff overlooking the gorge earlier this morning the delicious scent of wild, musky myrrh and bergamot had teased his nose. Those glimpses and that scent had left him hard and in erotic torment for hours afterward.
He had been sorely tempted to leave the village to hunt the source of that addicting scent and claim it for his own. Gaara was very possessive and protective by nature. It's one of the reasons he was such a good Kazekage; he cared enough to do everything in his power to ensure that his village was protected and prosperous unlike his sire, the Yondaime Kazekage, who only cared about power.
So Gaara was not all that pleased when his elder sister Temari came into his office fifteen minutes after sunset while he was feeling so on edge. One look at her nervous face confirmed that something had been going on without him knowing. He hadn't bothered to find out what they had been up to because he had swamped with work and trying to stave off his heat a little longer so that he wouldn't have loads of work to get done when he came back from sating the urges caused from going into heat. Besides, his siblings wouldn't do anything to harm him and his instincts told him to wait for her explanation instead of just unleashing his fraying temper.
It turned out to be a rather good thing that he had done so because the shock of hearing the words coming out of his sister's mouth stunned him, though one couldn't tell from the utterly blank look on his face.
"I know you haven't told us about you going into heat soon Gaara but Chiyo-baasama knew. So the Council requested a sacrifice, someone to take your urges out on, from Konoha to strengthen the alliance between the villages."
"What aren't you telling me Temari? Besides procuring a sacrifice to my heat behind my back without my knowledge."
Temari rubbed the back of her neck and uncharacteristically squirmed slightly. "Well, Konoha's Council didn't mention exactly who they had given to us. The person in question seemed rather sure that they were expecting you to kill him."
Gaara focused on the word him, meaning that it was a male who had been given to him. That was a good thing Gaara supposed, that the sacrifice was male. Though he was rather sure that this male wouldn't be able to compare to the male he saw in his visions or the owner of that heavenly scent from earlier.
"What did they forget to mention?" asked Gaara, feeling slightly impatient with his sister.
"They sent us the son of their Yondaime Hokage and I know they have no idea that is is the their hero's son."
Now that caught Gaara's attention. "How do they unknowingly send the Kiiroi Senkou's son to what they think is his doom?" Gaara asked, barely restraining the odd frustration and surprising anger that was welling up inside him.
Temari's answer had Gaara leaving his office for his bedroom in whirlwind of sand. "He's Kyuubi's Jinchuuriki."
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Gaara had seen many things in his life, some good, most horrific, but nothing came close to the breath-taking beauty of the sight set out before him. There, stretched out with hands above his head, lay a slender, golden-skinned figure covered only with a practically transparent sarong on his bed leaving the figure almost completely bare. A very aroused, very delicious looking, slender male with long silvery-blond hair. Gaara didn't even have to see those eyes open to know that orbs of the purest sapphire blue lay behind currently closed lashes.
Of course if the sight before him wasn't enough to make his blood run hot and to have liquid fire begin to pool in the bottom of his stomach the scent from earlier was circulating in his room, mingling with his own as if it belonged there. Blood rushed to his rapidly hardening cock as his eyes hungrily took in the tantalizing sight spread out for his viewing pleasure. 'Mine!' was the possessive thought going through Gaara's mind as he drank in the sight of the slender, toned body and savored the scent of the male Jinchuuriki who lay on his bed. Where he belonged and where he would stay if Gaara had his way. Needless to say Gaara had gone into heat though he was controlling it quite admirably.
Time seemed to stop when silver lashes swept up and revealed sapphire jewels that connected with intense, glowing teal. Hundreds of questions were asked and answered but some things must be said aloud. "Naruto, my name is Naruto." If Gaara got his way, and he would, it would be Sabaku no Naruto by morning.
After Naruto spoke Gaara took quick steps to his futon removing his clothes as he went, leaving him in only his pants, and moved so that he was in between his blond's now spread legs.
Naruto's eyes tracked his movements and watched with eager eyes as each piece of clothing was removed revealing flawless, pale moon-kissed skin that only enhanced Gaara's ethereal beauty. Crimson hair and the dark Jinchuuriki markings stood out starkly against such pale skin but they only added to the beauty of the male before him. But the tattooed kanji for love upon Gaara's forehead captivated Naruto's attention just as much as those mesmerizing teal eyes and the unique markings around those teal eyes. Eager to feel Gaara's skin against his own Naruto spread his legs to let Gaara slip between them.
The red head wasted no time in removing his pants and the sarong that kept him from feeling every inch of Naruto's skin. Gaara wanted to touch every part of the blond, to mingle his own scent with Naruto's so that it was clear to everyone who the blond belonged to. His most primal instincts were driving him bite the throat bared to him in surrender so that he could leave his mark for all to see. Because the blond laying bare beneath him was his and he would utterly destroy any who thought they could take Naruto from him and feed his sand their blood. That was a promise.
Naruto was lost in a haze of pure pleasure. No one had ever touched him like this, never skin against skin. The feelings were intoxicating and addicting. Gaara was intoxicating and addicting and Naruto never wanted these feelings to end. Their bodies were fitted together as if they were always meant to, their minds were beginning to merge, and their hearts and souls were beginning to twine as they began the first stages of becoming mates. Marriage would come later but mating had to come now when every part of both of them screamed for it.
Lips met in a passionate kiss as the fire and frenzy in their blood ignited under the moonlight in the candlelit room. Mouths meshed and tongues clashed as saliva mixed, limbs tangled, and bodies tried to fuse together as one, just like their minds, hearts, and souls were. Such a contrast of colors, pale cream against vibrant gold, crimson mixing with silvery-blond. Beauty like this is rarely if ever seen and this sensual union was unparalleled on all levels.
Two pairs of hands roamed memorizing every inch of skin touched, setting all reactions to memory for further exploration at a later date because this first coupling word be a hard, fast claiming. Slow and exploring and drawn-out would come later when urgency wasn't driving them.
Gaara could tell by the husky moans coming from that slender throat, the amazed look of pleasure in those mesmeric eyes, and the lack of other scents upon his chosen's body that he was untouched by others. That fact excited him on a primal level. He was the first and would be the only one to touch his Naruto, his mate this way.
Looking Naruto straight in those beguiling eyes Gaara began to speak while grinding their throbbing erections together. "You are mine! My to touch, mine to hold, mine to fuck! No one will ever see you as I do! No one will ever touch you as I do! No one will ever claim you in any way as I do! You are my companion, my partner in all things, and most of all you are my mate! Any who try to take you from me will be crushed and their blood fed to my sand!"
Naruto didn't bother to hold in the moan of need at those passionate, possessive words coming from the entrancing, very masculine male whose teal eyes were seemingly pinning him immobile from the force behind them. "Yes Gaara, I'm yours. Your companion, your partner, your mate. Always yours, only yours."
The possessive, pleased growl that erupted from Gaara's throat stroked the flames of desire inside Naruto even higher. His mate, his Gaara, wanted him, all of him, forever. Those words touched something deep inside of Naruto that no one had ever even gotten close to touching before. The belonging, the protection, the caring, the domination, the love for him that Gaara seemed to exude were almost overwhelming to the deprived blond, but he would never forget or give up the feelings Gaara was provoking. No he would cherish and nurture these feelings and give back the same back to Gaara because he deserved them and was entitled to them as well.
Then Naruto whispered the words that almost caused Gaara to lose his self control, as if Naruto's earlier words were not enough. "Take me. Make me yours Gaara, make me your mate in the eyes of our people."
Gaara wasted no time in placing testing fingers at Naruto's puckered entrance only to discover it was stretched and slick and ready. Smoldering teal eyes captured hot and heavy sapphire. "You prepared yourself for me knowing it would drive me wild, knowing I would pin you down and fuck you till you screamed your throat raw and you couldn't walk. I'm going to bury myself to the hilt inside you so that you can feel ever inch of me. I'm going to fill you to the brim with my come so that no one will mistake you for someone else's. I'm going to fuck you so fast and so hard and so deep that you'll never even think of another person doing this to you, touching you like this ever again. Because by the time I'm done you won't be able to see straight and you'll be sobbing and moaning and screaming my name in blissful pleasure. You are mine!"
On the last word Gaara slammed into Naruto's tight heat to the hilt causing Naruto to scream Gaara's name into the night air as a delicious pulse of pleasurable pain race up Naruto's spine. The blond had never had something so long or so thick inside him before. The feel of Gaara's hard, fleshy cock inside him was something Naruto would never forget and would always crave. Toys and his fingers would never be good enough anymore; they would be nothing more than sources of frustrating teasing.
"So tight...and hot...around my cock...so hot...and tight...for me you are Naruto."
Gaara gripped Naruto's hips tight enough to leave bruises as he tilted them up and folded his knees beneath himself to have more leverage so that he would penetrate Naruto deeper. Once a rhythm was established they more together perfectly, like poetry in motion. Each knew what the other would do, which in a way they did. Their memories were beginning to be shared as they were already sharing their bodies. Mates are one, just as Gaara and Naruto would soon be completely one.
Moans and screams filled the room as their pleasure mounted and they drew closer to completion.
"Gaara please! More! Please Gaara!"
The sound of his mate begging spurred Gaara to go faster and harder and as deep as he could go. Every time his lovely blond mate screamed and sobbed his name in such absolute pleasure he knew he had hit that special spot inside the blond that made him see stars. And see stars the blond did. Everything Gaara made him feel was unbelievable. Naruto half-expected to wake up in Konoha in his dingy little apartment to find that this was just a cruel dream made up from his imagination. But every time his eyes met those intense teal or he locked lips and twined tongues or felt the red head buried completely inside him Naruto knew it was no dream. No dream could feel half as real, half as wonderful as Gaara's skin against his, Gaara's body surrounding his, or Gaara's body joining with his.
Gaara practically bent Naruto in half, thus deepening the penetration of his thrusting, so that he could bite down on that lovely, slender, as of yet unmarked neck that was his for the claiming. Rich, delicious blood filled Gaara's mouth and slid down his throat. Naruto's blood was divine. Gaara's pleasure increased as he felt reciprocal pleasurable pain oon his own neck as Naruto likewise bite down to claim Gaara as his.
Grabbing Naruto's neglected cock, Gaara began to stroke it in time with his hard thrusts, never removing his fangs from his mates neck as they both lived through each other's memories and approached their completion together.
One final hard thrust and firm stroke and both were thrown into an explosion of ecstasy. Both released their holds on their mate's neck and let screams of their mate's name fill the night air before collapsing exhausted onto the futon. Gaara turned so that they lay on their sides facing the window with himself firmly up against his blond mate's back and still half-hard inside him. But neither was really in any condition to do anything about it right now. Both were physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted from their activities and would likely continue in the morning when Gaara's heat made itself known again. For now the two mated Jinchuuriki would bask in each other's presence and take comfort in the fact that they would never be alone again.
Gaara had had a trying day, one thing after another came up to take his attention. He got the distinct impression that they were trying to keep him occupied. He had been feeling restless anticipation for the last day or so and it only intensified as it got closer to sunset. Shuukaku could feel it as well and it puzzled them both. His heat was bound to begin soon and that would explain his restlessness but not the anticipation of something happening soon.
It hadn't helped that he had seen glimpses of warm sapphire eyes and long silvery-blond hair dancing in the wind during his meditation or that as he stood on the cliff overlooking the gorge earlier this morning the delicious scent of wild, musky myrrh and bergamot had teased his nose. Those glimpses and that scent had left him hard and in erotic torment for hours afterward.
He had been sorely tempted to leave the village to hunt the source of that addicting scent and claim it for his own. Gaara was very possessive and protective by nature. It's one of the reasons he was such a good Kazekage; he cared enough to do everything in his power to ensure that his village was protected and prosperous unlike his sire, the Yondaime Kazekage, who only cared about power.
So Gaara was not all that pleased when his elder sister Temari came into his office fifteen minutes after sunset while he was feeling so on edge. One look at her nervous face confirmed that something had been going on without him knowing. He hadn't bothered to find out what they had been up to because he had swamped with work and trying to stave off his heat a little longer so that he wouldn't have loads of work to get done when he came back from sating the urges caused from going into heat. Besides, his siblings wouldn't do anything to harm him and his instincts told him to wait for her explanation instead of just unleashing his fraying temper.
It turned out to be a rather good thing that he had done so because the shock of hearing the words coming out of his sister's mouth stunned him, though one couldn't tell from the utterly blank look on his face.
"I know you haven't told us about you going into heat soon Gaara but Chiyo-baasama knew. So the Council requested a sacrifice, someone to take your urges out on, from Konoha to strengthen the alliance between the villages."
"What aren't you telling me Temari? Besides procuring a sacrifice to my heat behind my back without my knowledge."
Temari rubbed the back of her neck and uncharacteristically squirmed slightly. "Well, Konoha's Council didn't mention exactly who they had given to us. The person in question seemed rather sure that they were expecting you to kill him."
Gaara focused on the word him, meaning that it was a male who had been given to him. That was a good thing Gaara supposed, that the sacrifice was male. Though he was rather sure that this male wouldn't be able to compare to the male he saw in his visions or the owner of that heavenly scent from earlier.
"What did they forget to mention?" asked Gaara, feeling slightly impatient with his sister.
"They sent us the son of their Yondaime Hokage and I know they have no idea that is is the their hero's son."
Now that caught Gaara's attention. "How do they unknowingly send the Kiiroi Senkou's son to what they think is his doom?" Gaara asked, barely restraining the odd frustration and surprising anger that was welling up inside him.
Temari's answer had Gaara leaving his office for his bedroom in whirlwind of sand. "He's Kyuubi's Jinchuuriki."
~~~~~
Gaara had seen many things in his life, some good, most horrific, but nothing came close to the breath-taking beauty of the sight set out before him. There, stretched out with hands above his head, lay a slender, golden-skinned figure covered only with a practically transparent sarong on his bed leaving the figure almost completely bare. A very aroused, very delicious looking, slender male with long silvery-blond hair. Gaara didn't even have to see those eyes open to know that orbs of the purest sapphire blue lay behind currently closed lashes.
Of course if the sight before him wasn't enough to make his blood run hot and to have liquid fire begin to pool in the bottom of his stomach the scent from earlier was circulating in his room, mingling with his own as if it belonged there. Blood rushed to his rapidly hardening cock as his eyes hungrily took in the tantalizing sight spread out for his viewing pleasure. 'Mine!' was the possessive thought going through Gaara's mind as he drank in the sight of the slender, toned body and savored the scent of the male Jinchuuriki who lay on his bed. Where he belonged and where he would stay if Gaara had his way. Needless to say Gaara had gone into heat though he was controlling it quite admirably.
Time seemed to stop when silver lashes swept up and revealed sapphire jewels that connected with intense, glowing teal. Hundreds of questions were asked and answered but some things must be said aloud. "Naruto, my name is Naruto." If Gaara got his way, and he would, it would be Sabaku no Naruto by morning.
After Naruto spoke Gaara took quick steps to his futon removing his clothes as he went, leaving him in only his pants, and moved so that he was in between his blond's now spread legs.
Naruto's eyes tracked his movements and watched with eager eyes as each piece of clothing was removed revealing flawless, pale moon-kissed skin that only enhanced Gaara's ethereal beauty. Crimson hair and the dark Jinchuuriki markings stood out starkly against such pale skin but they only added to the beauty of the male before him. But the tattooed kanji for love upon Gaara's forehead captivated Naruto's attention just as much as those mesmerizing teal eyes and the unique markings around those teal eyes. Eager to feel Gaara's skin against his own Naruto spread his legs to let Gaara slip between them.
The red head wasted no time in removing his pants and the sarong that kept him from feeling every inch of Naruto's skin. Gaara wanted to touch every part of the blond, to mingle his own scent with Naruto's so that it was clear to everyone who the blond belonged to. His most primal instincts were driving him bite the throat bared to him in surrender so that he could leave his mark for all to see. Because the blond laying bare beneath him was his and he would utterly destroy any who thought they could take Naruto from him and feed his sand their blood. That was a promise.
Naruto was lost in a haze of pure pleasure. No one had ever touched him like this, never skin against skin. The feelings were intoxicating and addicting. Gaara was intoxicating and addicting and Naruto never wanted these feelings to end. Their bodies were fitted together as if they were always meant to, their minds were beginning to merge, and their hearts and souls were beginning to twine as they began the first stages of becoming mates. Marriage would come later but mating had to come now when every part of both of them screamed for it.
Lips met in a passionate kiss as the fire and frenzy in their blood ignited under the moonlight in the candlelit room. Mouths meshed and tongues clashed as saliva mixed, limbs tangled, and bodies tried to fuse together as one, just like their minds, hearts, and souls were. Such a contrast of colors, pale cream against vibrant gold, crimson mixing with silvery-blond. Beauty like this is rarely if ever seen and this sensual union was unparalleled on all levels.
Two pairs of hands roamed memorizing every inch of skin touched, setting all reactions to memory for further exploration at a later date because this first coupling word be a hard, fast claiming. Slow and exploring and drawn-out would come later when urgency wasn't driving them.
Gaara could tell by the husky moans coming from that slender throat, the amazed look of pleasure in those mesmeric eyes, and the lack of other scents upon his chosen's body that he was untouched by others. That fact excited him on a primal level. He was the first and would be the only one to touch his Naruto, his mate this way.
Looking Naruto straight in those beguiling eyes Gaara began to speak while grinding their throbbing erections together. "You are mine! My to touch, mine to hold, mine to fuck! No one will ever see you as I do! No one will ever touch you as I do! No one will ever claim you in any way as I do! You are my companion, my partner in all things, and most of all you are my mate! Any who try to take you from me will be crushed and their blood fed to my sand!"
Naruto didn't bother to hold in the moan of need at those passionate, possessive words coming from the entrancing, very masculine male whose teal eyes were seemingly pinning him immobile from the force behind them. "Yes Gaara, I'm yours. Your companion, your partner, your mate. Always yours, only yours."
The possessive, pleased growl that erupted from Gaara's throat stroked the flames of desire inside Naruto even higher. His mate, his Gaara, wanted him, all of him, forever. Those words touched something deep inside of Naruto that no one had ever even gotten close to touching before. The belonging, the protection, the caring, the domination, the love for him that Gaara seemed to exude were almost overwhelming to the deprived blond, but he would never forget or give up the feelings Gaara was provoking. No he would cherish and nurture these feelings and give back the same back to Gaara because he deserved them and was entitled to them as well.
Then Naruto whispered the words that almost caused Gaara to lose his self control, as if Naruto's earlier words were not enough. "Take me. Make me yours Gaara, make me your mate in the eyes of our people."
Gaara wasted no time in placing testing fingers at Naruto's puckered entrance only to discover it was stretched and slick and ready. Smoldering teal eyes captured hot and heavy sapphire. "You prepared yourself for me knowing it would drive me wild, knowing I would pin you down and fuck you till you screamed your throat raw and you couldn't walk. I'm going to bury myself to the hilt inside you so that you can feel ever inch of me. I'm going to fill you to the brim with my come so that no one will mistake you for someone else's. I'm going to fuck you so fast and so hard and so deep that you'll never even think of another person doing this to you, touching you like this ever again. Because by the time I'm done you won't be able to see straight and you'll be sobbing and moaning and screaming my name in blissful pleasure. You are mine!"
On the last word Gaara slammed into Naruto's tight heat to the hilt causing Naruto to scream Gaara's name into the night air as a delicious pulse of pleasurable pain race up Naruto's spine. The blond had never had something so long or so thick inside him before. The feel of Gaara's hard, fleshy cock inside him was something Naruto would never forget and would always crave. Toys and his fingers would never be good enough anymore; they would be nothing more than sources of frustrating teasing.
"So tight...and hot...around my cock...so hot...and tight...for me you are Naruto."
Gaara gripped Naruto's hips tight enough to leave bruises as he tilted them up and folded his knees beneath himself to have more leverage so that he would penetrate Naruto deeper. Once a rhythm was established they more together perfectly, like poetry in motion. Each knew what the other would do, which in a way they did. Their memories were beginning to be shared as they were already sharing their bodies. Mates are one, just as Gaara and Naruto would soon be completely one.
Moans and screams filled the room as their pleasure mounted and they drew closer to completion.
"Gaara please! More! Please Gaara!"
The sound of his mate begging spurred Gaara to go faster and harder and as deep as he could go. Every time his lovely blond mate screamed and sobbed his name in such absolute pleasure he knew he had hit that special spot inside the blond that made him see stars. And see stars the blond did. Everything Gaara made him feel was unbelievable. Naruto half-expected to wake up in Konoha in his dingy little apartment to find that this was just a cruel dream made up from his imagination. But every time his eyes met those intense teal or he locked lips and twined tongues or felt the red head buried completely inside him Naruto knew it was no dream. No dream could feel half as real, half as wonderful as Gaara's skin against his, Gaara's body surrounding his, or Gaara's body joining with his.
Gaara practically bent Naruto in half, thus deepening the penetration of his thrusting, so that he could bite down on that lovely, slender, as of yet unmarked neck that was his for the claiming. Rich, delicious blood filled Gaara's mouth and slid down his throat. Naruto's blood was divine. Gaara's pleasure increased as he felt reciprocal pleasurable pain oon his own neck as Naruto likewise bite down to claim Gaara as his.
Grabbing Naruto's neglected cock, Gaara began to stroke it in time with his hard thrusts, never removing his fangs from his mates neck as they both lived through each other's memories and approached their completion together.
One final hard thrust and firm stroke and both were thrown into an explosion of ecstasy. Both released their holds on their mate's neck and let screams of their mate's name fill the night air before collapsing exhausted onto the futon. Gaara turned so that they lay on their sides facing the window with himself firmly up against his blond mate's back and still half-hard inside him. But neither was really in any condition to do anything about it right now. Both were physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted from their activities and would likely continue in the morning when Gaara's heat made itself known again. For now the two mated Jinchuuriki would bask in each other's presence and take comfort in the fact that they would never be alone again.