A Question of Love
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Gaara/Naruto
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Gaara/Naruto
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,775
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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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.
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This is my first time using this formatting, so I changed something a little. Thoughts are marked by :: ::
Hope that helps clarify a few things. To those of you that reviewed, thanks so very much! =D I was beginning to
wonder if anyone actually liked this fic >.>; Don't see too many Gaara/Naruto fans. So to those of you who are...
Part II:
Naruto’s lips were chapped and rough against his own. The scent of leaves and too many afternoons spent under the sun seemed to fill the air. He would have been content to stay like that?lips chastely pressed against one another, soaking in his scent, but then Naruto’s lips moved and seemed to suckle, just barely, on his bottom lip.
Gaara inhaled sharply.
“Do that again.”
Naruto smirked against his mouth and then complied.
“Told you I could do it.”
Ero-sennin had been thorough in his training. After a failed attempt to impersonate Jiraiya before one of his many courtesans, the famed debaucher gave him a few pointers. Of course, he had never practiced on anything other than his *hand*, but he wasn’t about to let Gaara know that.
Instead he tried to keep his mind off the fact that he was kissing a boy (again…) by concentrating on his technique. Judging by the mew that slipped from the other boy, he was doing everything just right.
He found it surprising how easy it was to keep going. No feelings of revulsion or disgust at kissing his friend, but a kind of delight in how soft lips were being molded against his. He didn’t know it could feel so good having someone respond from the other side.
His fingers curled a little, brushing against strands of blood red.
“So soft,” he muttered, running a few curls through index finger and thumb.
Gaara was drowning. He had lost track of how long they’d been kissing, but he sure as hell didn’t want it to stop. Something about the way Uzumaki touched him left him heady, breathless, and warm. Not the dry warmth of the desert, but something edgier, undefined, yet slightly needy. He never knew there could be anything so utterly delicious about touch.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was surprised at Uzumaki’s willingness to participate. Rather than risk notifying Uzumaki of this potential error, he sighed in a tone he didn’t know himself capable of.
::Maybe we’re both gay::
He clung to the thought with the type of childish hope he hadn’t indulged in for years.
::Yes. If it means more kissing, we can be gay. Just for each other.::
As if prompted by that very thought, he felt something smooth, warm and slippery rub over his top lip.
Gaara groaned and opened his mouth greedily; but then the contact was gone.
Something tightened low in his belly at the sound of Gaara’s moan. Immediately he knew he was in trouble and broke their contact in his shock. That’s funny. Usually that only happened when he did stuff like imagine Sakura in the baths. He wasn’t supposed to be getting excited because of a boy-- even if he was kinda pretty.
::Gyah! I’m turning into a super pervert!!!::
“Uzumaki,” Gaara warned him, “don’t stop.”
“But I proved I can kiss! And that you’re totally ga..oomph”
Gaara grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into an open mouthed kiss. Before he could protest, Gaara’s tongue darted out to lick his upper lip. Naruto’s breath hitched and Gaara’s grip relaxed. An unintended moan slipped when Gaara’s fingers slid down the sensitive skin of his neck.
::Mmm, being a pervert has its good points.:: Gaara’s tongue pressed in a little further, shyly poking the tip of his tongue before pulling back.
An arm snaked its way around his torso and pulled his body down onto the kazekage’s. A growl flew from the kage’s lips.
Gaara pulled away from Naruto’s mouth and gazed at him with an intensity he had seen before. But no murderous intent could be read in his face this time, leaving only one other possibility: lust. Naruto felt his insides squirm a little under that gaze.
“It’s hard.”
::Hard?:: “Uh, what’s hard?”
Gaara’s gaze slid downwards towards their pressed bodies. “Down there.”
Naruto blanked for a moment before realization dawned on him.
::GYAAAAHHH!!!::
****
I love Gaara's honesty ^__^
Hope that helps clarify a few things. To those of you that reviewed, thanks so very much! =D I was beginning to
wonder if anyone actually liked this fic >.>; Don't see too many Gaara/Naruto fans. So to those of you who are...
Part II:
Naruto’s lips were chapped and rough against his own. The scent of leaves and too many afternoons spent under the sun seemed to fill the air. He would have been content to stay like that?lips chastely pressed against one another, soaking in his scent, but then Naruto’s lips moved and seemed to suckle, just barely, on his bottom lip.
Gaara inhaled sharply.
“Do that again.”
Naruto smirked against his mouth and then complied.
“Told you I could do it.”
Ero-sennin had been thorough in his training. After a failed attempt to impersonate Jiraiya before one of his many courtesans, the famed debaucher gave him a few pointers. Of course, he had never practiced on anything other than his *hand*, but he wasn’t about to let Gaara know that.
Instead he tried to keep his mind off the fact that he was kissing a boy (again…) by concentrating on his technique. Judging by the mew that slipped from the other boy, he was doing everything just right.
He found it surprising how easy it was to keep going. No feelings of revulsion or disgust at kissing his friend, but a kind of delight in how soft lips were being molded against his. He didn’t know it could feel so good having someone respond from the other side.
His fingers curled a little, brushing against strands of blood red.
“So soft,” he muttered, running a few curls through index finger and thumb.
Gaara was drowning. He had lost track of how long they’d been kissing, but he sure as hell didn’t want it to stop. Something about the way Uzumaki touched him left him heady, breathless, and warm. Not the dry warmth of the desert, but something edgier, undefined, yet slightly needy. He never knew there could be anything so utterly delicious about touch.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was surprised at Uzumaki’s willingness to participate. Rather than risk notifying Uzumaki of this potential error, he sighed in a tone he didn’t know himself capable of.
::Maybe we’re both gay::
He clung to the thought with the type of childish hope he hadn’t indulged in for years.
::Yes. If it means more kissing, we can be gay. Just for each other.::
As if prompted by that very thought, he felt something smooth, warm and slippery rub over his top lip.
Gaara groaned and opened his mouth greedily; but then the contact was gone.
Something tightened low in his belly at the sound of Gaara’s moan. Immediately he knew he was in trouble and broke their contact in his shock. That’s funny. Usually that only happened when he did stuff like imagine Sakura in the baths. He wasn’t supposed to be getting excited because of a boy-- even if he was kinda pretty.
::Gyah! I’m turning into a super pervert!!!::
“Uzumaki,” Gaara warned him, “don’t stop.”
“But I proved I can kiss! And that you’re totally ga..oomph”
Gaara grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into an open mouthed kiss. Before he could protest, Gaara’s tongue darted out to lick his upper lip. Naruto’s breath hitched and Gaara’s grip relaxed. An unintended moan slipped when Gaara’s fingers slid down the sensitive skin of his neck.
::Mmm, being a pervert has its good points.:: Gaara’s tongue pressed in a little further, shyly poking the tip of his tongue before pulling back.
An arm snaked its way around his torso and pulled his body down onto the kazekage’s. A growl flew from the kage’s lips.
Gaara pulled away from Naruto’s mouth and gazed at him with an intensity he had seen before. But no murderous intent could be read in his face this time, leaving only one other possibility: lust. Naruto felt his insides squirm a little under that gaze.
“It’s hard.”
::Hard?:: “Uh, what’s hard?”
Gaara’s gaze slid downwards towards their pressed bodies. “Down there.”
Naruto blanked for a moment before realization dawned on him.
::GYAAAAHHH!!!::
****
I love Gaara's honesty ^__^