Taiikusai

Yes, I'm evil for not posting for some time but I got wrapped up in school festivals (taiikusai for one *cough cough*), so here is a very belated post.

disclaimer: Once again, I don't own these characters, I just like messing with them.

note: by the way, someone suggested marking changes in time/place/pov while some said it was distracting. SO from now on, if there is a space between paragraphs, it's a shift in pov. I'll use stars to mark significant time changes or location changes. Sound good?
Eh hem, not let's continue. :)

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Naruto stared absently at the station exit. His mind kept replaying what happened, wondering what he could have said to make things end up differently. Sigh. WHY do I always let my mouth run away with me?

He hadn’t meant to press for a confession. In fact, he hadn’t meant to goad Sasuke at all. He was supposed to be explaining himself; but the anger from being ignored, from being denied even a chance to speak had forced old habits. He ended up attacking him instead. Maybe not physically, but he knew he was pressing buttons because that’s what he always did. It was the only sure fire way to get a reaction out of the ice prince. He did it all the time when they were younger. They used to hate each other before they became friends… his first real friend.

It was the photo that did it. It used to be one of his prized possessions; the physical proof of his accomplishment. He used to flash it around like a dad showing off pictures of his kids. He had been ignored for so long… of course he was proud to have a friend. But Sasuke had snatched it during one of their more nasty arguments and claimed to burn it in secret. He remembered how devastated he felt. He had consigned their friendship, like the photo, to flames.

But seeing it again, remembering the old times, he realized that he missed it. He missed the rivalry and the companionship and Sasuke’s awkward ways of showing concern. Despite what an asshole he had been, Sasuke had been his first real friend and it wasn’t something he could let go of easily.

He thought, if he could only make him admit his feelings… put it all out on the table, maybe… some day… he could sort through it all and work towards making things better. He had always warned the Uchiha about keeping things bottled inside. But without someone there to make him talk, he only got worse. For all Sasuke’s prestige, he hadn’t failed to notice the distance their classmates kept or the fact that Sasuke always ate lunch in the classroom, alone. Naruto had moved on, had made other friends, but Sasuke had not. Not even Sakura had fully managed to clear the barriers Sasuke has placed around him.

He hurt at the thought of that kiss. He had never felt such a sense of desperation from the other boy. It hurt knowing how much he had tried to hide from him, and how much he knew the other boy was quietly suffering. He had been tempted, for a moment, to hug him- to show that he was still concerned. But he knew pity for what it was and he wasn’t cruel enough to give the Uchiha false hope.

Naruto sighed again. He thought about Sasuke’s question.

::And if you knew that the one I wanted was you?::

It rattled him that he didn’t know the answer.

“Is that how you spend your afternoons? Sighing and daydreaming over me?”

Naruto blinked a few times and quickly blushed under the gaze of smiling green eyes.

“Gaara!”




Gaara was concerned when he exited the ticket gates to a melancholy, contemplative Naruto spacing out.

“You rang?” He held up his cellphone. “I hope you realize I dropped all my studying for this. Did Hyuuga put you up to this?”

A flicker of a chuckle before something darker fluttered across his expression.

Now Gaara was definitely concerned. He grabbed Naruto’s hand, uncaring of how passerby’s interpreted it.

“What’s wrong?”

Naruto’s down turned gaze flew back up to his and Gaara was uneasy at the uncertainty in it.

“I needed to see you.” He squeezed Gaara’s hand a little.

“The porn wasn’t cutting it?” he smirked.

A hint of a smile. “Something like that.” Gaara’s hand was tugged towards the street. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” He looked both ways as Naruto practically yanked him across the street.

“I don’t live far from here.”

A trill ran through Gaara at the implications. Gaara was quiet and let Naruto lead the way. Definitely not a study date.

Fifteen minutes later Naruto was slipping out of his shoes and uttered a “tadaima” to the frog in the glass case by the entry way. Flipping on the light he walked in to give Gaara some room to do the same.

Gaara hung back and took a look around.

“It isn’t much. But make yourself comfortable.”

A small kitchenette, a door that led to a 6 tatami mat room and a small adjoining bathroom. A typical one room “mansion” in Tokyo.

Naruto placed his things on the kotatsu in the middle of the room. Books, a few ramen cups, and a PS2 controller littered the table.

Gaara picked up the controller. “Studying hard I see. Sims or your H-games?”

Naruto stuck out his tongue. Gaara grabbed him by the hand and pulled him close.

“Was that an invitation? You know how much I love it when you use tongue.” Naruto smiled, but it was bitter sweet. This wasn’t like him. “Hey,” Gaara pulled his chin down to face him, “what’s wrong?”

Confusion was written in his face, but Gaara couldn’t figure out where it was coming from.

“I need you… to kiss me.” Gaara frowned. ::What happened, Naruto?::




Naruto couldn’t stand the look of concern written in Gaara’s brow, but he didn’t want to talk. Not just yet. However, Gaara didn’t ask questions. Fingers hovered over his jaw but wouldn’t touch him. Naruto gravitated towards their touch but was met with the brush of lips instead. Not a kiss, but touch- the corner of that pink mouth caressing what hands normally caressed- warm breath in lieu of a kiss. Naruto’s lips parted in something akin to hunger.

Another hand tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Naruto sighed as those same fingertips lingered at his jaw. Eyes closed, he could feel Gaara’s breath hot against his lips, and Naruto closed the distance between them. His lips tingled at the touch. Gaara’s hand slid to a clothed shoulder and Naruto felt just how naked he was underneath. In memory of their recent pleasure, his body reacted instantly. Naruto groaned under the intensity of his craving.

With it, unraveled the knot of uncertainty.

::That’s right. This is how a kiss is supposed to feel.:: His arms wound around Gaara’s waist, pressing him close. His felt himself leap at the feel of the warm body pressed so close. Leaving all his confusion outside the door, all that was left was hunger and a painful desire to consume the man in front of him. All of him.

Gaara wasn’t wearing his blazer. Just the short sleeved button up shirt and standard grey slacks. Naruto was cursing Tsunade for requiring them to wear anything involving buttons as his fingers fumbled in their attempt to quickly undo the small white obstructions between his hands and so much skin. His kiss turned rough, less coordinated, but the soothing caress of Gaara’s tongue against his quelled any sense of panic.

Gaara helped and soon white fabric was pushed off of smooth shoulders, revealing a slender frame that belied his actual strength. Naruto broke away from the kiss and couldn’t help himself. He felt flushed with the need to touch, taste, breathe that pale neck, the dip of his clavicle, or the line that divided his torso into two symmetrical halves. Gaara sighed in calm resignation. Naruto could feel the heat pool in his groin at the sight of two dusky nipples leaping to attention. He licked his lips. He pushed up on the little nub with the pad of his thumb, while his tongue generously lathered the other.


Gaara’s head bowed under the onslaught of Uzumaki’s tongue. His body had responded the moment he stepped inside the door. He struggled with the desire to push Uzumaki on the floor on fuck him senseless, but he knew that he needed to be the submissive one this time. Whatever it was bothering his lover, right now Naruto needed to be the one in control. A warm hand pressed against his lower belly and he flinched at the nearness between that warm hand and hem of his now uncomfortable slacks. “Please Naruto.”

It didn’t take much prompting before Naruto was nuzzling the tent in his slacks, hot breath rendered warm through the fabric. His hand tightened on Naruto’s hair before forcing himself to relax. Naruto undid the button and slid his pants off. He suckled a little on the tip stretching out his boxers. Gaara growled at that tease. Naruto slid his tongue up, tracing the outline of his arousal under the fabric, making Gaara mewl under the delicate yet lovely friction.

Before he could vocalize anymore complaints about Naruto’s slow deliberation, he felt a rush of air, his boxers joining his slacks at his ankles and Naruto’s breath catching.

It was the first time he had ever stood naked in front of another man. He wanted to cover himself, or touch himself, or make Naruto do it for him. He dared a glance at Naruto and his body shivered under that sharp gaze awash in lust.

One hand slid up his torso, triggering tingles down his spine. The other hand rested against his lower belly. Who Naruto was trying to hold stable he wasn’t sure. A pink tongue darted out hesitantly to tickle the tip of his arousal. Craving more contact, Gaara nearly shoved himself into Naruto’s face, but resisted. Naruto’s long fingers slid around his hips to hold him while his tongue painted long hard strokes along the length of him. He felt hot breath lingering near the tip again and open mouthed kisses along the top. Gaara moaned. “Tease.”

Naruto chuckled and for once, Gaara didn’t mind how misplaced it seemed. He would have dwelled on what a comforting sound it was had Naruto not chosen that moment to envelop him. Gaara gasped, his hips jerking against Naruto’s palm. He placed a hand on Naruto’s shoulder to steady himself, unable to trust in the reliability of his legs. One hand massaged his testicles while his mouth assaulted Gaara’s manhood. Gaara didn’t have the will to resist. Sinking to his knees, Naruto’s mouth left him. Gaara’s body screamed in protest, but Naruto guided him to the tatami floor and pushed him back gently.

Gaara reached out for the boy now crawling over him and tried to pull him down. Naruto resisted, taking one wrist in his hand and holding it against the floor. Relax,” he kissed him, “I’m not done with you yet.”

He kissed his way down, blue eyes never leaving his own. Gaara spread his legs just a little more, hips thrusting up in need. He watched that tongue slip into his naval and groaned with a powerful desire to cum. Naruto was playing with him and he knew it. “Damn you Uzumaki. Touch me already!” Naruto blew over his tip. “Please.” He begged. Some things were not below begging for.

Naruto chuckled again before taking him into his mouth. This time deeper than before. He felt the scrape of teeth and hissed, realizing that this was probably Naruto’s first time. “Teeth Uzumaki. Teeth.” Naruto covered his teeth with his lips and continued to bob up and down. Gaara’s mind turned to mush, his head thrashed to the side and his body endured wave after crashing wave of pleasure. Naruto hummed and Gaara’s back arched hard off the floor. He was so close.

“Naru…” His breaths came in heavy pants.

Naruto removed his mouth to look up at him and Gaara could have strangled him. His hips bucked up grasping for touch, any touch that would milk his completion. But Naruto kneeled up and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“What are you…? Finish me!” Naruto smirked. The shirt slid off and Gaara couldn’t help but stare. He was so beautiful. Gaara wrenched himself up and gave up on being submissive. Bowling Uzumaki over he yanked on his pants and the two boys fumbled to drag them off. Gaara paused when he had Uzumaki sitting before him, naked as the day he was born. All that skin and nothing between them.



Naruto’s heart pounded. Pulling himself up to his knees, he took in Gaara’s flushed naked form and ached at the intimacy of it. Cupping Gaara’s cheek, he brought him down for a kiss. No more gentleness. Teeth clashed, somewhere skin tore and the coppery tang of blood tainted the kiss. Naruto’s tongue forced Gaara to open his mouth, widening their kiss while his arm pulled the pale body against his. Both boys gasped at the feel of naked skin against each other. He could feel the thrum of Gaara’s racing heart competing with his own. Gaara’s hand slid down the small of his back, down the curve of his backside, and cupped the under curve of his behind. His fingers dug into the flesh before yanking him up against him. Naruto groaned at the sensation, of being trapped between both their bellies. But then there was a hand wrapped around him and the sensation of another piece of heated flesh sliding against him. Naruto cried out hoarsely. His hands dug into Gaara’s hips and yanked him forward. Gaara’s gave short quick pants, ruffling Naruto’s hair and spurring Naruto into a frenzied pace. He thighs clenched when he felt Gaara expend himself over his belly. Gaara squeezed him and Naruto came with a low moan in the shape of Gaara’s name.



Gaara pressed chaste kisses against his temple. He smoothed back damp blond hair and rested against him. Naruto’s hands slid up to his waist and embraced him tightly. A willing captive, Gaara didn’t fight it.

“I talked to Uchiha today.” A jolt of panic coursed through him. Naruto didn’t let up on his hold. “It pretty much confirmed what you told me about him.” Gaara stroked Naruto’s hair.

“Oh?” He tried for disinterest.

“I asked him why we couldn’t still be friends and he kissed me.”

Gaara froze. Unable to keep the tension out of his body, he had to fight not to dash to the Uchiha’s to thoroughly kick his ass. Part of him started to feel sick with anxiety. What was Naruto trying to tell him? Naruto rubbed circles over his back.

“I couldn’t respond. I … didn’t know how to. And I just left him. My former best friend and he still refuses to talk to me.” Gaara started to calm down. “I know it’s stupid, but I still care about him. He’s going to run himself down if he keeps up this lone wolf business.”

Gaara pulled away a little to look Naruto into the eye. “Are you saying you have feelings for the Uchiha?”

Naruto met his eyes. That bittersweet smile was back. “Yes. But no different from how I feel about Neji-sempai. An admiration, a respect of sorts, and I guess, a sort of pride as well.”

“What? No lust?”

Naruto grinned. “The way you’re keeping me busy, I don’t have time for wandering eyes.”

Gaara kissed him, smiling against a slightly fat lip. “Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Naruto rested his head back on Gaara’s shoulder. “So why the rendezvous? You looked like crap when I got here.”

“I was feeling confused.” Gaara remained silent. “I figured my friendship with Sasuke was dead and over with, but then I discovered that he saved our photo. It brought back memories and I remembered how much we had fun.”

“You want to try giving him another chance?”

Naruto was still for awhile before nodding against him. “He doesn’t deserve it of course, and he doesn’t seem keen on settling for friendship, but I’m concerned about him. Old habits die hard?”

“I’m still not sure where I come into this.”

Naruto smiled against his neck. “You remind me of the things I’m certain about.”

Gaara smiled. There was nothing to worry about after all.

“So does that mean I’m free to go back home and study?” Naruto’s hugged him fiercely.

“Are you kidding? Now that I have you naked, willing and sitting in my lap? Not to mention that you still need to shower… We need to shower.”

He felt a lick at his ear.

“Is your shower big enough to fit two people.” He could feel Naruto grin against him.

“There’s one way to find out.”


And they did... Twice.

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A/N: Thanks for reading folks :) And thanks for all the helpful reviews last time! Hope you enjoyed... the smut >.>;