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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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2
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10
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Only in sleep
Ah. Here’s the second chap then… I most thank all that reviewed! If you hadn’t this chap hadn’t come to life… I did realise that some of the thoughts I had on Gaara/Kabuto never came out of my brain and on to the paper, so I hope that this chap will clear some of it… And I’m sorry, but there will be some talk about suicide… You have been warned! So, the warnings are: Lemon, YAOI!, angst, talk of suicide, cutting and I guess I should warn about the WAFF too…
I still don’t own Naruto, if I did, Kabuto would be in it MUCH more…. Come on, he’s the cutest thing since cotton candy!
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Takes place a year after the first chapter.
Gaara watches the man sleep, watching the way his body moves slightly with every breath. He watches the scars that adorn the body that leys on his bed, a sheet loosely draped over his hips, allowing the cold moonlight illuminate the slightly more tanned skin. Gaara often wonders over that, why Kabuto’s skin is darker then his own. Why those scars still makes Gaara’s inside squirm… Why it feels as if they are hurting his own body…
When Kabuto sleeps, Gaara allows himself to watch, to touch with feather light touches… His fingers traces the scars over Kabuto’s back and he wishes that they weren’t there… When Kabuto sleeps, his skin still damp from their earlier actions, Gaara kisses the new red marks that cover the already hurt back. Gaara kisses them and wishes that he can ease the pain slightly… Wishes that the pain wasn’t necessary at all… That there was some other way to give his lover an orgasm… Gaara wishes that he would be enough. But only when the grey haired man sleeps…
Only when Kabuto is in that other dimension that illusion jutsu brings does Gaara dare to feel… He knows that Kabuto knows, he knows that if Kabuto wanted to he would be able to stop the illusion. But he never does… He assumes that his “master” wants him to sleep and therefore he accepts it. How Gaara wished that the medi-nin for once would call him just Gaara, not “master” or Gaara-sama… Just Gaara…
Gaara wraps his arms around Kabuto and closes his eyes and imagines that his lover is awake… That those beautiful eyes are looking at him with love… or hope… or sadness… Anything but that damn plea… He sighs and suddenly his body turns rigid… Something is different tonight… The way Kabuto breathes is different… He moves away from the body in his arms and turns his lover to face him and inhales deeply as Kabuto’s open eyes meets his own…
Kabuto is confused… This is nothing he understands… And it shows… His eyes are shining with it, and Gaara melts and kisses him… Kisses him when those eyes still are clouded with confusion for once… But when they break apart that plea is back and it breaks Gaara’s heart. He scrambles from the bed and the most beautiful and painful thing in his life… With his back turned to Kabuto his shoulders start to tremble with unshed tears.
“Why Master? If you need me, why do you put me to sleep?”
Gaara grabs the vas on the table next to him and throws it at the wall over Kabuto’s head, making glass shards rain over the grey haired man.
“Damn Kabuto! Don’t call me that!” He breathes deeply, hurt, too great to hide or ignore anymore, is rushing through him. “When I found you in that hell-hole I thought that it was my turn to help someone… That that was the reason for me to find you. But I can’t… I’m not Naruto! And you’re pulling me down with you… I can’t take it anymore Kabuto…”
Gaara watches as Kabuto pulls a piece of glass from his arm and looks up at him again… With that DAMN plea in his eyes!
“Gaara-sama… All I ask for is to be needed and…”
“NO!” Gaara interrupts him. ”No, that’s what your mouth says, but what your eyes ask for is something completely different! Ever since you opened them in that snakes nest they’ve pleaded with me. I know that plead, it was the same that used to look back at me from the mirror… You ask for death, not to be needed. You ask for some one to put an end to your misery. Well, you know what? If pain is all that makes you happy, if death is all that you can love and desire, then pick up one of those shards and end it yourself! But don’t ask me to destroy the only beautiful thing in my life!” Gaara turns and runs from the room before he can hear what ever lie that will come form those lips that he loves to kiss. He knows that now that he has given his permission Kabuto will end it… He has just lost the only one he has ever dared to truly love. But he can’t stand it anymore, can’t live with just loving a shadow… He falls to his knees in front of the fire place with its fading glow and for the first time since the first attempt on his life he cries.
Kabuto looks at the door as it slams after his master and sighs in relief… Gaara is right and Kabuto knows it… All he wants is death… And now he’s finally free to have it… With out even a second thought he brings the shard he just picked from his arm to his wrists and cuts it deeply, no hesitation marks, and no regrets as the blood flows from him. Finally over… Finally he can have what he always wished for… But why doesn’t it feel better? Why is that need still so evident in him? He thought that it would sip away with his blood, would flow from his system with his fading chakra…
He needs… He needs… No… No, what he feels when his eyes fall on the withering flower on the bed, the one that was in the vas, isn’t need… That flower… Gaara had twirled it between his fingers and shoved it at him with a silent “here”… Why does that flower increase that feeling in him…? Gaara… Gaara… Why does he think of Gaara now? His head is spinning, but it’s not only blood loss… What is this feeling? Kabuto heals his wounds, he can’t die yet… He knows that… But why? What is it that he needs to have before he dies? Beauty… Yes, he wants to have something beautiful and pure in his life before he dies… Gaara’s words hit him like a tide wave and he shakes from the realisation… /But don’t ask me to destroy the only beautiful thing in my life! / Is he really that to the green eyed man? Is he really beautiful to him…?
He slowly gets of the blood soiled bed and staggers out of the room… To see Gaara like that… Why does it hurt more than anything he ever experienced before? He doesn’t know, but he knows that the need to make Gaara happy again, to make the younger stop crying, is the strongest need he has ever felt… Gaara had held him… When Gaara thought that he was asleep… Maybe that is what Gaara needs… That simple physical contact… He’s amazed that the strong Sand-nin doesn’t notice him as he moves over the floor. Not until he slides down behind the redhead and wraps his arms around him does Gaara notice him. He feels Gaara stiffen in his arms before he relaxes and leans on him…
Kabuto isn’t sure what it is that has changed… Why his body feels like it’s on fire as he kisses every inch of Gaara’s body or why the soft sounds that escapes Gaara’s parted lips makes him shiver with want. He doesn’t know what it is that makes him change the way they make love but he still does… As he sucks Gaara’s cock into his mouth his hand seems to move on its own and he gently pushes a finger inside of his… Not master any more… Is it lover now then? He expects Gaara to push him away, he expects it to be over in that second… He does however not expect the smaller man to moan and push against his finger… He didn’t expect to hear small pleas of more or the way Gaara pulls him up to his lips a short while later… And he did definitely not expect to feel the way he feels when he sinks into Gaara’s tightness… Not only the pleasure, oh God the pleasure… But there is something else… They way he wants Gaara to enjoy it too, the way he forces himself to stay still until Gaara tells him to move…
He had never thought that such pleasure was possible… That it was possible to just move slowly and gentle and still feel your climax coming crashing down on you like and avalanche… Or that you would feel that satisfied to watch your lover come from your actions alone…
As the lay there wrapped around each other as the sun slowly starts to rise above the horizon Kabuto remembers what Gaara said that first time they met…
“Gaara… I think… I think I might be falling for you…” He whispers into the red hair and his body is shaking with fears. So many unknown things can come from those words…
Gaara shifts in Kabuto’s arms, turning until he is able to rest his weight on one arm and look down on the grey head and smiles as he traces Kabuto’s jaw line.
“I love you… Love IS scary Kabuto… And so if life… But nothing is scarier then to see the one you love need something so badly, and you’re not able to give it to them…”
“Gaara… Gaara… I… I need… No, let’s never talk about need again… I want you, I crave you… I live for you…”
Gaara smiles, a true smile for the first time in his life. “Just stay alive and we’ll see where that gets us…”
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Oki, the ending is way too sappy, but I’ll try to make the next chap better... If you want another chap that is…. Review and tell me?
I still don’t own Naruto, if I did, Kabuto would be in it MUCH more…. Come on, he’s the cutest thing since cotton candy!
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Takes place a year after the first chapter.
Gaara watches the man sleep, watching the way his body moves slightly with every breath. He watches the scars that adorn the body that leys on his bed, a sheet loosely draped over his hips, allowing the cold moonlight illuminate the slightly more tanned skin. Gaara often wonders over that, why Kabuto’s skin is darker then his own. Why those scars still makes Gaara’s inside squirm… Why it feels as if they are hurting his own body…
When Kabuto sleeps, Gaara allows himself to watch, to touch with feather light touches… His fingers traces the scars over Kabuto’s back and he wishes that they weren’t there… When Kabuto sleeps, his skin still damp from their earlier actions, Gaara kisses the new red marks that cover the already hurt back. Gaara kisses them and wishes that he can ease the pain slightly… Wishes that the pain wasn’t necessary at all… That there was some other way to give his lover an orgasm… Gaara wishes that he would be enough. But only when the grey haired man sleeps…
Only when Kabuto is in that other dimension that illusion jutsu brings does Gaara dare to feel… He knows that Kabuto knows, he knows that if Kabuto wanted to he would be able to stop the illusion. But he never does… He assumes that his “master” wants him to sleep and therefore he accepts it. How Gaara wished that the medi-nin for once would call him just Gaara, not “master” or Gaara-sama… Just Gaara…
Gaara wraps his arms around Kabuto and closes his eyes and imagines that his lover is awake… That those beautiful eyes are looking at him with love… or hope… or sadness… Anything but that damn plea… He sighs and suddenly his body turns rigid… Something is different tonight… The way Kabuto breathes is different… He moves away from the body in his arms and turns his lover to face him and inhales deeply as Kabuto’s open eyes meets his own…
Kabuto is confused… This is nothing he understands… And it shows… His eyes are shining with it, and Gaara melts and kisses him… Kisses him when those eyes still are clouded with confusion for once… But when they break apart that plea is back and it breaks Gaara’s heart. He scrambles from the bed and the most beautiful and painful thing in his life… With his back turned to Kabuto his shoulders start to tremble with unshed tears.
“Why Master? If you need me, why do you put me to sleep?”
Gaara grabs the vas on the table next to him and throws it at the wall over Kabuto’s head, making glass shards rain over the grey haired man.
“Damn Kabuto! Don’t call me that!” He breathes deeply, hurt, too great to hide or ignore anymore, is rushing through him. “When I found you in that hell-hole I thought that it was my turn to help someone… That that was the reason for me to find you. But I can’t… I’m not Naruto! And you’re pulling me down with you… I can’t take it anymore Kabuto…”
Gaara watches as Kabuto pulls a piece of glass from his arm and looks up at him again… With that DAMN plea in his eyes!
“Gaara-sama… All I ask for is to be needed and…”
“NO!” Gaara interrupts him. ”No, that’s what your mouth says, but what your eyes ask for is something completely different! Ever since you opened them in that snakes nest they’ve pleaded with me. I know that plead, it was the same that used to look back at me from the mirror… You ask for death, not to be needed. You ask for some one to put an end to your misery. Well, you know what? If pain is all that makes you happy, if death is all that you can love and desire, then pick up one of those shards and end it yourself! But don’t ask me to destroy the only beautiful thing in my life!” Gaara turns and runs from the room before he can hear what ever lie that will come form those lips that he loves to kiss. He knows that now that he has given his permission Kabuto will end it… He has just lost the only one he has ever dared to truly love. But he can’t stand it anymore, can’t live with just loving a shadow… He falls to his knees in front of the fire place with its fading glow and for the first time since the first attempt on his life he cries.
Kabuto looks at the door as it slams after his master and sighs in relief… Gaara is right and Kabuto knows it… All he wants is death… And now he’s finally free to have it… With out even a second thought he brings the shard he just picked from his arm to his wrists and cuts it deeply, no hesitation marks, and no regrets as the blood flows from him. Finally over… Finally he can have what he always wished for… But why doesn’t it feel better? Why is that need still so evident in him? He thought that it would sip away with his blood, would flow from his system with his fading chakra…
He needs… He needs… No… No, what he feels when his eyes fall on the withering flower on the bed, the one that was in the vas, isn’t need… That flower… Gaara had twirled it between his fingers and shoved it at him with a silent “here”… Why does that flower increase that feeling in him…? Gaara… Gaara… Why does he think of Gaara now? His head is spinning, but it’s not only blood loss… What is this feeling? Kabuto heals his wounds, he can’t die yet… He knows that… But why? What is it that he needs to have before he dies? Beauty… Yes, he wants to have something beautiful and pure in his life before he dies… Gaara’s words hit him like a tide wave and he shakes from the realisation… /But don’t ask me to destroy the only beautiful thing in my life! / Is he really that to the green eyed man? Is he really beautiful to him…?
He slowly gets of the blood soiled bed and staggers out of the room… To see Gaara like that… Why does it hurt more than anything he ever experienced before? He doesn’t know, but he knows that the need to make Gaara happy again, to make the younger stop crying, is the strongest need he has ever felt… Gaara had held him… When Gaara thought that he was asleep… Maybe that is what Gaara needs… That simple physical contact… He’s amazed that the strong Sand-nin doesn’t notice him as he moves over the floor. Not until he slides down behind the redhead and wraps his arms around him does Gaara notice him. He feels Gaara stiffen in his arms before he relaxes and leans on him…
Kabuto isn’t sure what it is that has changed… Why his body feels like it’s on fire as he kisses every inch of Gaara’s body or why the soft sounds that escapes Gaara’s parted lips makes him shiver with want. He doesn’t know what it is that makes him change the way they make love but he still does… As he sucks Gaara’s cock into his mouth his hand seems to move on its own and he gently pushes a finger inside of his… Not master any more… Is it lover now then? He expects Gaara to push him away, he expects it to be over in that second… He does however not expect the smaller man to moan and push against his finger… He didn’t expect to hear small pleas of more or the way Gaara pulls him up to his lips a short while later… And he did definitely not expect to feel the way he feels when he sinks into Gaara’s tightness… Not only the pleasure, oh God the pleasure… But there is something else… They way he wants Gaara to enjoy it too, the way he forces himself to stay still until Gaara tells him to move…
He had never thought that such pleasure was possible… That it was possible to just move slowly and gentle and still feel your climax coming crashing down on you like and avalanche… Or that you would feel that satisfied to watch your lover come from your actions alone…
As the lay there wrapped around each other as the sun slowly starts to rise above the horizon Kabuto remembers what Gaara said that first time they met…
“Gaara… I think… I think I might be falling for you…” He whispers into the red hair and his body is shaking with fears. So many unknown things can come from those words…
Gaara shifts in Kabuto’s arms, turning until he is able to rest his weight on one arm and look down on the grey head and smiles as he traces Kabuto’s jaw line.
“I love you… Love IS scary Kabuto… And so if life… But nothing is scarier then to see the one you love need something so badly, and you’re not able to give it to them…”
“Gaara… Gaara… I… I need… No, let’s never talk about need again… I want you, I crave you… I live for you…”
Gaara smiles, a true smile for the first time in his life. “Just stay alive and we’ll see where that gets us…”
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Oki, the ending is way too sappy, but I’ll try to make the next chap better... If you want another chap that is…. Review and tell me?