Taiikusai

Disclaimer: I don't own nor profit from using these characters in my story.

To answer a question: "kirei" means "beautiful" I thought I made it apparent through the dialogue, but I'll try to clarify any Japanese I use in the future. Thanks for reading! And hope you enjoy the next chapter~




The last remaining shimmers of light faded against the stars. Naruto let out a sigh and removed his hand from his boyfriend’s.

“So I guess that’s it. The matsuri is over.”

Gaara nodded.

“Shall I escort you back to the station?”

Gaara sent him a glare. “I know how to get there.”

“I know! Sheesh! Just though I’d try to be a gentleman. Who knows how many pervs are out there waiting to prey on young innocent girls. Heck, I traveled with one of them!”

“I’m not a girl.”

“But you’re pretty enough to look like one. OW! That’s the second time tonight!”

Gaara quietly rose and gathered all his belongings.

“Gaara! Hey, wait!” Naruto leaped up and grabbed the other boy’s arm, only to be met with a fierce glare.

“I may be the so called girl tonight, but don’t think it will be a habit.”

Naruto sulked a bit. “Yeah, I know. It’s just… I thought you looked really nice tonight so I wanted to compliment you. And who knows how many girls will try to take your picture or flirt with you while I’m gone?”

Gaara let out a small sigh. He tugged at Naruto’s chin to direct his attention at him. “As I said, I can take care of myself.” Naruto gave a little smile and Gaara let go. As Gaara turned to walk back towards the station, Naruto felt a moment of sadness that the night had already come to an end.

“Gaara, wait.” The red head turned around. Naruto felt his heart swell at the beauty of his skin in the lantern’s light. “It’s still pretty early. You want to get a drink or something? There’s a Mr. Donuts by the station.”

Gaara paused to consider, checked the clock on his cell phone and then nodded.

Naruto jogged to catch up with him before holding out a hand. “After you my lady.”

This time he remembered to dodge.


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Neji cleared the dishes, putting the last remaining bowl in the sink. Temari let out a satisfied sigh as she rubbed her stomach. Wearing what was practically a mini skirt, the gesture seemed a bit incongruous. Neji smirked and turned on the hot water.

“How’d you learn to make omelet rice*?”

“Iron chef.” Neji nearly burst out in giggles at her look of horror. “Kidding.
I grew up in a household with a mother who couldn’t cook and two female cousins that could. We children fended for ourselves. I admit I’m not as skilled as my female cousins, but I’m not completely uncomfortable in the kitchen.”

“I’m surprised they let you anywhere near the stove with that hair of yours. Ever singed anything?”

“Thankfully, no.” Neji pulled out his ponytail. “I am smart enough to pull it back when I cook.”

“That’s right. You always were a smarty pants.”

“I believe my pants are quite unrelated, but yes, I did always possess no small intellectual prowess.”

Temari chucked a wadded up napkin at him. It bounced harmlessly off of his back and fell to the floor.

“Now you’re just trying to show off. Your smart ass mumbo jumbo won’t impress me.”

“Oh? And pray tell, what will?”

Temari seemed to think for a moment. “How good are you at giving a massage?”

Neji tried to smile innocently. “That all depends on where.”

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Naruto dropped a glazed donut and a pon de ring onto the bright orange tray before turning to Gaara. “Would you like any?” Gaara looked at the sugary confection and couldn’t imagine how Naruto could even contemplate food after all they ate. He gave a simple shake of the head, prompting Naruto to skip ahead to the cashier.

Naruto ordered Gaara a cup of hot lemon tea and a cup of ice cocoa for himself. After being handed a tray laden with goodies, the two boys found an empty table only to notice that a few chairs down was Umino-sensei… accompanied by a silver haired man that looked a lot like Naruto’s homeroom teacher.

“Kakashi-sensei!?!?!” The blond seemed to jump out of his skin upon discovering that it was indeed his homeroom teacher.

“Oh, Uzumaki-kun. Enjoy the festival?”

“What are yo..yo.. YOU doing here?”

“I was supposed to help out with the festival too. But then I found this lost little kitten and I had to find its owner so I went, Ow.” Kakashi rubbed the spot where Iruka-sensei had hit him on the head with his book.

“No excuses. I manned the booth the WHOLE night by mySELF.” He shook his head in disappointment. “What a bad role model you are.” Kakashi-sensei seemed to blush a little at this which Gaara didn’t quite realize was even possible.

“In short, I remembered about the festival when I saw the fireworks overhead.”

Naruto snorted.

“Aren’t you kids out a bit late?” Iruka-sensei attempted to change the topic. “Don’t you have to hurry home soon?”

Naruto pouted. “But it’s still early. And I wanted a snack.”

“Well don’t get into any trouble. I should be sending you off, but since it’s a festival night, I’ll pretend I didn’t see you.” Iruka-sensei winked and rose to his feet. “Come on Hatake. You’re not getting out of helping me transport everything back.”

Kakashi-sensei grinned sheepishly and waved to the boys. “Good night. Be careful on your way back.”

Both boys waved and watched them depart.

“Just my luck.” Naruto crammed a piece of pon de ring into his mouth. “I run into the disciplinarian AND my homeroom teacher on my FIRST date.”

Gaara chuckled. “But you found out a secret about them in return.”

“Hrm?”

Gaara smiled at Naruto’s obliviousness. “He called him Hatake-san, minus the honorific. I’d say they get along more than the average co-workers.”

Naruto seemed to ponder this for awhile before the meaning fully sunk in. “Those two? Really? No way! Kakashi-sensei is always reading those perverted books!”

“And you would turn down good porn?”

Naruto pursed his lips and scratched the back of his head. “I guess you’re right. Still, that’s so weird.”

“Try to think of it more as potential allies. Should the need ever arise.”

“Ew! I’m not asking *them* for advice!”

Gaara sighed. “You perv, not that kind of ally. It’s just… you already know how popular I am with the board.”

Naruto shot Gaara a surprised look before sobering into something darker.

“It shouldn’t matter who you love or who you’re loved by. Just so long as you are.”

“It shouldn’t, but it does.”

Naruto took a particularly vicious bite out of his donut. “It’s just not fair.”

“Life seldom is. We both know that better than most of our classmates.”

Gaara raised the cup of steaming tea to his lips, tasting the familiar bitterness flow over his tongue. For once, Naruto chewed in silence.

He felt a slight guilt for putting such a damper on the other boy’s usually high spirits, but he knew the issue had to arise sooner or later. Naruto had never had to deal with coming out, and Gaara knew just how hard it was.

Gaara glanced furtively at the clock hanging on the opposite wall. It wasn’t yet 9 o’clock and yet he wondered at how wise it was to stay out much longer while the Hyuuga ran around unsupervised in his home, alone, with his older sister.

“Gaara?” He was yanked out of his musings by Naruto’s unusually quite voice. He fixed his gaze on the other boy. A half eaten donut was still neglected on his tray. “I hope you know I wouldn’t bail on you.” He seemed to hesitate. “I won’t do anything you feel uncomfortable with, but I won’t hide my relationship with you either.”

Gaara smiled. “I know. Besides… you couldn’t hide your emotions if your life depended on it.”

“Hey!”

Gaara reached over and brushed the tan fingers resting on the table. “It’s part of your charm.” Gaara watched a deep blush spread across Naruto’s cheeks and laughed. “Case in point.” Naruto pouted. If Gaara could have died from laughing, he would have.

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“Oh god yes, right there.” Temari let out a deep moan of appreciation. “Consider me impressed Hyuuga. Consider me deeply impressed.” Neji pushed his thumbs firmly into the arch of her foot, trying to keep her still as she wiggled the other way.

“Does your wiggling in the opposite direction mean I’m finished?”

“Oh no. Most definitely not. You still have the other foot to do.” She held up her left foot, toes wriggling to emphasize her point.

Neji smirked, running one finger gently down the edge of her foot. She squirmed and tried to roll away, but he held her firmly in place. “Ahahaha, that tickles! Stop it!”

“That’s for being bossy.”

“Ahahaha! Alright, I’m sorry. Hyuuga, massage my other foot NOW.”

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Naruto handed his orange tray to the workers while Gaara gathered his collection of objects once more. Ushering Gaara into the warm summer air, Naruto still felt that the night wasn’t quite complete. Looking at the slightly shorter boy next to him, he realized that he hadn’t touched any more than his hand the whole night.

Caught up in his realization, he turned the pale skinned boy towards him and stole a kiss on the lips.

Gaara looked up at him in surprise.

“I couldn’t let you go without a kiss goodnight.”

Gaara looked around quickly, but there were few people out and no one seemed to be paying any attention to them.

“Still paranoid? Should I find someplace a little more private next time?” Gaara’s cheeks turned pink. “You can always come back to my place. I’m sure we’d have plenty of privacy there.”

“Are you implying I’m the type of person that goes home with someone on the first date?”

“Of course not. You’re the type that drags unsuspecting innocents into bathroom stalls to have your way with them.”

Gaara’s cheeks could nearly compete with his tattoo.

“Come on sexy. You know you wanna.”

“But my sister will be waiting for me. Someone has to kick out Hyuuga.”

“Awww, give the guy a break. If you get lucky, why can’t he? Ow! That’s my shin!”

“That’s my sister he’s so called getting lucky with.”

“And she’s a big girl. Besides, between the two of us, I’d say it’s Hyuuga’s virtue that needs protection. Ow! What’s with the abuse?” Gaara grimaced and set off for the station. “Oh come on! It was a joke! Besides,” Naruto wrapped his arms around the other boy from behind, “it’s just that I’ve had so much fun tonight and I don’t want it to end. It doesn’t have to mean anything perverted. We can play video games, watch movies or play thumb war till we pass out on my futon. It’s just,… it will feel so lonely going home alone after this.”

Gaara seemed to relax a bit in his arms. Naruto never was one to lie. “I suppose we do only have a week before I leave.”

Naruto smiled and gave him a squeeze. “I hope you’re good at Mario Kart!”

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Neji had made it all the way to Temari’s shoulders when he heard a ringing coming from the kitchen table.

Temari jumped up and made a mad dash for the phone. “Hey chibi. Uh huh. Nope. Yep. Of course not! Okay. Have fun. Good night.” Beep.

“Who was that?”

“Gaara. Who else? He’s enjoying his date so much, he’s going home with Uzumaki and won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Remind me to send Uzumaki a thank you card.”

Temari chuckled. “Guess no one will be here to enforce your curfew.”

“Yeah, I guess not.”

“Guess I’ll be getting a pretty good massage tonight.”

“Guess I might actually get my turn.”

“That has yet to be decided.” She grinned. “Back to work pretty boy. Keep up the good work and I may just start to feel generous.”

She always was a playful one. “As you wish, my lady.”


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“Noooo! Not lightning!! OhMyGawd! You just squished me like a bug! Ah, the horror! Just when I was SO close to beating you.”

“You fail again Uzumaki.”

“Oh come on! Best of 7?”

“You said best of 3. I’ve beat you 3 times. Accept it. Next date is my treat.”

“Fine, fine, but I’m not wearing a dress!”

“I would hope not. I can’t imagine your hairy legs poking out of a frilly skirt.”

Naruto stuck out his tongue.

“Nope, not even that will entice me out of my winnings.” Gaara grinned evilly.

“Perv.”

“You would know. You didn’t even attempt to hide your porn”

“Mou! Let’s play another game.”

Gaara waited for it.

“Thumb war!”

“Gave up on video games entirely? I believe both require thumb skills.” Naruto seemed to pout.

“Go fish? Old maid? I must have a deck of cards here somewhere.”

Gaara smiled. “It’s okay. We can try thumb war.”

“Hehehe. Get ready to lose. I won’t go easy on you.”

Gaara was hoping that was the case.

Both boys assumed the position, fingers hooked together and thumbs held up straight. Naruto began the opening chant and soon both boys were strategically trying to trap the other’s thumb. Gaara kept a tight grip on the other boy’s fingers. Naruto was one of those people that seemed to move his whole arm each time he moved his thumb in a different direction. If Gaara wasn’t careful, he’d be dragged along with it.

The boy was pretty strong. He’d give him that much. Stronger than he remembered. But maybe that was due to the extra height and weight he had acquired in the past few years.

Naruto gave a sudden twist forward and Gaara found himself overbalanced and falling forward. His left hand darted out, grabbing a fist full of Naruto’s yukata and tugged down.

So much for his earlier work. The fabric pulled free of one of the strings tying it in place and hung loosely, exposing his chest. Gaara sighed, thumping his forehead against Naruto’s chest.

“Does that mean I win?” Naruto chuckled.

“Sorry. I’ll help you fix it again.”

Naruto released Gaara’s imprisoned thumb and wrapped an arm around him. “No need. I don’t exactly plan on wearing it to sleep.”

Gaara freed the arms trapped between the two of them and wrapped his arms around Naruto’s waist. Naruto rubbed his back. “Are you sleepy at all? I can lend you some PJs if you want. It’s only a little after 10, but I don’t know what time you normally go to sleep.”

“I’ll be up for awhile.”

Naruto’s hand wandered up to stroke his red hair. “Should I let you go then?”

Gaara clung just a little bit tighter.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Naruto chuckled and pulled him just a little bit closer.

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Neji slid his hands over her shoulder blades, kneaded the knotted muscles in her back and nearly lost his grip when she hunched forward. “That’s the spot.”

Neji let out a small sigh. “You know what might make it a little easier? If I had more space to work with.”

She craned her neck to look back at him enquiringly.

“Like… a bed, perhaps?”

Temari grinned. “Sure. Follow me.”

Neji smiled. Easy as pie.

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After some moments of restful respite, Gaara started to feel a little uncomfortable. Disentangling himself, he tried to straighten out his own yukata, which was less than perfect at the moment.

Naruto grabbed one of his hands, the other brushing his cheek. “Leave it. I can lend you something to change into if you want. Not that you don’t look totally hot in it, but any longer and I may have to take back my statement about being a gentleman.”

Gaara fingered the hem of Naruto’s yukata. “Guess I should slip into something a little more… comfortable for the both of us.” Naruto’s fingers closed over his own. He could feel the tremble behind them.

“I’ll just take a look through my closet.” Naruto stood up, yukata barely held in place and wandered over to the small closet. Gaara found himself on the receiving end of a pair of blue shorts and a repeating pattern of … narutos, his boyfriend’s name sake. He eyed the pink and white swirls with little enthusiasm before his vision went dark under the orange shirt that landed on his head.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. This is what you wear?”

“Better at home than out in public.” He grinned foxily. “The shorts were a gift from Tsunade-hag. She thought they were funny.”

Gaara smiled. It made perfect sense to him now. Still… he wasn’t too enthused about wearing it.

“I usually sleep in my boxers, but I can put on a shirt if you want.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” Gaara smirked.

“Yes, but I said I’d be a gentleman.” Gaara smiled. To be honest, he felt deeply touched at how seriously the other boy was taking it. Not once had Uzumaki attempted to take advantage of him. At least… not yet…

“Uzumaki”

“Hrm?”

“Help me take off my yukata.”

Naruto seemed to take a deep gulp before wordlessly nodding. “What should I do?”

A whisper of a smile graced his lips. “Come here and I’ll tell you.”

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At last his turn had come. Neji sighed as fingers pressed harshly into his back. Whether to apologize for her roughness, or simply be a tease, each rough touch was followed by a subtle brush of lips. Her hands slid down his back and wrapped around the front of his waist. “Is it my turn yet?” She nipped the back of his neck.

“You just had your turn. I thought it was mine.”

Her fingers began to unzip his pants.

“How about we share?”

“Now you’re just being greedy.”

Her fingers slid inside. “Is that a no?”

For once, Neji couldn’t manage an intelligible response.

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Naruto tried to keep some distance between them. But Gaara was being stern and pointed out that he couldn’t see anything without looking over his shoulder.

So Naruto carefully unwound the obi, trying not to let it fall on the floor. Gaara held his arms out like a doll, refusing to help him out. The fabric was long and had been wrapped around the slim waist nearly three times. Carefully, he folded it up and waited for more orders.

“The first tie is knotted in the back. My sister did it for me. You should be able to see it.”

Naruto looked down and noticed it right away. No wonder his yukata had fallen apart so quickly. He forgot a step.

It took some time, but he worked out the knot and it too had to be unwound a few times from Gaara’s slim waist. As soon as it was free, the material fell open, exposing a pale chest. The black seemed to emphasize just how pale he was. It didn’t help that Naruto had the perfect vantage point and he kept trying not to stare down the pale expanse, at the subtle muscle tone making ripples in his skin.

“Do you have a hanger?”

Naruto nodded over Gaara’s shoulder.

“Just point the way. I’ll get it.”

Naruto nodded stupidly and Gaara slipped away to the closet. With just one tie holding it together, the material split with each step, revealing a bit of inner thigh.

“Yabai. I think you’re gonna have to finish dressing on your own. I’ll be in the shower.”

He was contemplating the remedial powers of a cold shower when Gaara’s voice interrupted.

“Can I join?”

Naruto turned around so quickly, he nearly had whiplash. “Wha..wha. . .Huh?”

Gaara stalked over like a cat eying its prey. One sleeve nearly fell off his shoulder, carelessly exposing a dusky nipple.

Gaara fingered the hem of his blue yukata. “You helped me take off my yukata. I haven’t yet extended the same courtesy.”

“That’s not necessary.” Naruto chuckled nervously. “I’m a big boy! Really!”
Gaara ran a hand over his chest. Naruto gulped when fingers dipped dangerously low towards his belly button.

“I know.” He smiled like a cat.

“Well, this gentleman would love to stay, but this gentleman must be taking a shower now or he won’t be a gentleman for much longer!”

Naruto grabbed Gaara’s hands but found his palm quickly pressed to soft lips.

“But you forget. I never said I was one.”

Before Naruto could protest he soon found himself having the daylights kissed out of him by his sexy, obviously not so innocent nor passive date.

Guess he stopped worrying about his sister. Naruto relaxed into the kiss, pulling Gaara in closer.

“Now that’s a good night kiss.” He smiled.

Gaara didn’t comment but walked straight towards the bathroom. Untying the last knot, he let the yukata slip from his shoulders onto the floor. He looked over his shoulder at the slightly flabbergasted blond and quirked a brow. “Plan on coming sometime tonight?” He slipped out of his briefs, confident that his boyfriend’s gaze was exactly where he expected it to be. Uzumaki may have been a little oblivious, but Gaara was sure even he could figure out that one.


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“Take off your shirt.” He almost didn’t register her voice through the lust induced fog her hand had inspired. His fingers managed to belatedly undo a button before her impatience won out and his shirt was being tugged up over his head. Her fingers ran over his chest before pushing him down and climbing over him.
He was about to protest when she pushed his wrists aside. “Be a good boy and enjoy the massage.”


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Gaara slid beneath the stream of warm water. He ran a hand through his wet hair, not bothering to look at the figure in the doorway. He didn’t need to look to know that Naruto lingered, watching with what he assumed to be lust.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” No response.

Gaara shot a cool gaze over at Naruto. “Don’t tell me you’re going to make me take care of this by myself.” He ran his own fingers down his abdomen, drawing attention to his partial erection. “Or were you planning on watching?” His wrapped his fingers around the base, sliding them up slowly.

Naruto visibly gulped. His hands shot to cover the bulge growing in his shorts.

“Oh. So you did just want to watch.” Gaara kept his eyes fixed on blue eyes. A small gasp escaped his cat like smile as he slid his hand up and down again. “And you call me a pervert.” His eyes slid shut as he squeezed himself a little harder. Ughn. Hah.” He reached down to fondle himself before fisting himself again. “Oh, Naruto… please…”


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Neji smiled and slid his eyes shut. A pair of lips suckled at his neck while two hands trailed down his chest. He sucked in his breath as her mouth latched onto one of his nipples, hissing at the sensation of being tugged between teeth. He tried to reach for her, but she batted his hands away, mouth trailing lower to linger at his bellybutton. His eyes flew open when it wasn’t his bellybutton her mouth touched.


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Gaara sighed as a larger hand covered his own. A tan arm wound its way around his chest, pulling his ass flush against his boyfriend’s rather prominent hard on. “God you’re fucking sexy.”

Gaara reached one arm back to drape around Naruto’s neck. “Does that mean you’ll finally touch me?” Gaara pressed himself harder against Naruto. Naruto moaned, and slid his hands over him in appreciation. A calloused thumb brushed against a nipple while his other hand continued what the other boy had started. Gaara bucked against the body behind him, earning a hiss each time he pressed against the other’s arousal. Another thumb brushed over the tip, spreading the slick moisture there before it was rinsed away by the rush of warm water encompassing them. Gaara moaned and clutched onto the other’s neck. Naruto pressed quick kisses to his damp locks and Gaara stretched his neck back to meet him, kiss for kiss.


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She kissed him over the fabric of his boxers forcing out a groan of pleasure. But Neji felt cold when her hot breath was replaced with cool air and he gave her a look of thinly concealed disappointment.

“Now who’s impatient?” She chuckled. Pulling the thin tank off, she slid back over him, the tips of her breasts just brushing against his torso. Both bodies shivered at the sensation.


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Lips met, mouth’s clashed, and suddenly Gaara was being flipped around and hoisted up to his boyfriend’s waist. Arms to neck, legs to waist, they latched on like magnets just as his back was forced against the cool tiles. His skin felt slippery smooth, his purchase difficult to maintain and his thighs clenched tighter in the battle to not slip from slim sun kissed hips. Naruto ground their erections together and in the moment of lost concentration, Gaara’s leg slid down. Bottles and soap went crashing over the railing as both boys fought to cling to the slippery body sliding so smoothly against them.


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She moved her body over his, the fabric of her panties creating a pleasant friction between them. A throaty whimper escaped, revealing her strong arousal and prompting her to quickly retreat. Neji smiled at her slip in control, wrapping long fingers around her slender waist and pulling her body back down to his. He pressed against her firmly and reveled in the long sigh it provoked.

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Naruto’s hands both slid down to his ass, holding him in place as he bucked against him harshly. Gaara dared to release one arm from around Naruto’s neck and fisted both their erections. He would have slid were it not for Naruto’s solid grip. His thighs clenched and unclenched in the escalating pleasure. His breathing grew clipped and ragged and he succumbed to simply panting at Naruto’s ear. After what seemed like minutes or mere seconds, Gaara could feel the familiar tightening, the sense of ascending to some invisible plateau and the loss of any sensation but pure and unadulterated pleasure.


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Her sex pressed hot and wet against him. He fought against the desire, the primitive lust urging him to just shove himself deep inside her, and allowed her to take control of the rhythm.

There was something beautiful in the way she moved over him. The roll of her slim hips, the bounce of her breasts, and the way she smiled in unabashed pleasure. Listening to her escalating whimpers, the increasing frequency of her moans, he knew she was close. His hips rose to meet her. She slid against him roughly and Neji moaned with each milking thrust.

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Gaara’s legs slid down Naruto’s hips like water. He felt weak kneed, flushed and deliciously sated. It wasn’t until Naruto kissed him that he noticed that his boyfriend was still very much hard.

“Need some help?” Gaara bit his lip. Naruto moaned. One hand slid down Naruto’s ass, middle finger dipping in between the cleft of two firm globes.

“Gaara. What are you do… ahn.” Gaara found the spot he wanted. Rubbing in small circles in what he hoped was the perineum; his other hand fisted his boyfriend’s swollen erection. Naruto moaned under the intense pleasure and his body sagged after the force of his orgasm. Naruto could only grab onto Gaara to keep from sinking to his knees. “What did you just do to me? I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

Gaara smiled against him. “You’ll have to be more observant next time. But for now, wash up.”

Naruto was too tired to disagree.


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Her body slumped over his, their bodies still panting heavily as they slowly came down from their high.

“That was … quite… a massage. You give them out often?”

“Smart ass.”

Neji chuckled and tried to climb out from underneath her, but she held onto him with both arms and legs. “Where do you think you’re going? Gonna ditch me as soon as you get some?”

Neji placed a kiss against her head. “To the bathroom. Unless you want to wake up stuck to me in the morning.”

She kissed him lazily and rolled over to shoo him away.

By the time he came back, she was sprawled across the bed, sound asleep.

Neji let out a short sigh. “Guess she’s not the cuddling type.”


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Two bodies squeezed together on a futon meant for one. Meaning, there was little space, and a whole lot of cuddling, whether it was desired or not.

Gaara pushed away Naruto’s arm and tried to scoot over another inch.

“It’s too hot to cuddle. Stay on your side.”

Naruto closed the space between them, pulling Gaara’s back against his chest and burying his nose into the other boy’s locks. “But when it’s hot, you’re supposed to make yourself sweat. Then you’ll start to feel cooler! It’s common sense!”

Gaara tried not to grumble. At least Naruto had stopped cooing over how cute he looked in the naruto swirled boxers. “If I knew you wanted to sweat so badly, I wouldn’t have insisted on using the shower.”

Naruto didn’t respond. Gaara smiled as he imagined the blush that was probably illuminating his cheeks.

Instead, Naruto hugged Gaara a little closer and murmured a good night. Gaara smiled to himself, noting what a comfort it was, despite the heat to have a warm arm lovingly draped around him. Touching the fingers curled lightly around his chest, he whispered the same.

“Good night… my love.”

Naruto’s even breathing was his only response.


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A/N: * Otherwise called “omuraisu,” it’s a Japanese dish consisting of ketchup fried rice wrapped in a thin layer of scrambled egg. Usually ketchup is squirted on top, or demiglace sauce.

Yes, this chapter turned out very long, but I didn't want to post a new chapter with just smut... even I have trouble admitting I'm that perverted >.>;; hope you enjoyed the ... long chapter. Thanks for reading, and please review.