Of Curry, Fevers, and Kits

Hot… It was so hot… When had it gotten so hot? The stomach ache had mostly passed now, though a dull, throbbing ache remained in his lower stomach, but that was quickly overlooked compared to how hot he felt. Naruto had already kicked off the blankets some time in the previous hours and he could feel his sweat pouring from him. He would get up and change his sheets, but what was the point? He’d sweat through the new ones soon enough, too. And now his throat was feeling so dry. Thirsty… he was so thirsty… But that would make sense considering how much he was sweating. He swallowed, licked his lips, nothing helped even in the slightest.

He should get up to get something to drink, he thought to himself, but the moment he tried to sit up he was hit with a dizzy spell, slumping back into the sweat-drenched sheets. “Ungh…” It was disgusting, but what could he do?

“Naruto..?” He heard a voice… right..? It sounded so far away. Heavily dilated blue eyes fluttered open, though he could barely see anything from his position on the bed. “Wha..?”

“Naruto, are you alright?” The voice sounded a little closer this time, worried, but awkward as well, as if he wasn’t sure what to do. Couldn’t blame the guy, he didn’t know what to do, either.

“Nngh…” was the simple answer.

Getting into Naruto’s apartment was laughably easy, looks like the quarantine order hadn’t gone into affect yet. Well that worked to Gaara’s advantage. Thee red head scrunched his nose in distaste at the just barely lingering smell of something foul. Like something had died in the room, and he could see that all the windows were open, not just the one he had gotten in through. He had heard a soft groan and followed it to what just had to be Naruto’s bedroom. There on the bed was the blond, visible through the small slivers of light from the moon through the simple curtain, the bed sheets rumpled and tossed around the bed, the blonde’s skin glistening with sweat.

Something was obviously very wrong. Naruto had barely even acknowledged his questions, much less his presence and identity. He walked up to the blond, frowning at the fact that the blond was literally trying to sleep in a pool of his own sweat. A light touch to his forehead, hell anywhere on his skin, proved that Naruto was suffering from a high fever.

With no further warning Gaara scooped the smaller boy into his arms, searching a little before he found the small bathroom and shower. He stripped Naruto of his clothes, telling himself that he was worried about his friend and nothing more, placed him in the shower and turned the spray on to cold, answered with an appreciative groan from the blond.

“Just stay here for now, Naruto. I’ll see if I can help.” That said, Gaara went back to the blonde’s room, stripped off the dirty sheets, and found clean ones in the closet, replacing them. He searched and found a second pair of sleep wear, though unlike the pajamas he was wearing before these were just boxers and a white undershirt. It would have to do and it’d be breezier than the long sleeves and pants if the blond was still hot afterwards.

He fixed a large glass of ice water before returning to the bathroom where he saw Naruto curled up and ready to fall asleep under the spray. No, that wouldn’t do. That would only make things worse. He turned off the spray, ignoring the soft growl it elicited.

“You can’t sleep under the water all night, Naruto. Your water bill will be insane.” Not to mention it’d probably only make him worse. “Drink this.” He helped the blond sit up in the shower, ignoring how his own clothes were getting wet.

Naruto felt the touch of cold water against his lips and began to drink down greedily until every last drop of water in the glass was gone, actually taking quick a few of the ice cubes into his mouth and chewing them down before swallowing as well. That was better! But not completely. The deep thirst was still there, the heat had only barely been banked. He had no idea what was going on, but he didn’t like it one bit.

The next thing he knew he was being scooped again. He let it happen. He recognized Gaara at this point. What the kazekage was doing there, or how he had even found his apartment were beyond him, but he was grateful for the help. He knew Gaara, he wasn’t the type to call him a weakling or make fun of him for getting sick. And really this was the first time he had ever really gotten sick.

It was at this point that he started to detect a strange sweet. Different from anything he had ever really detected before. Soft, thick, musky… slightly like spices, too. It was… very heady now that he thought about it. He inhaled deeply through his nose to try to find the source, snuffling until his nose was pressed against Gaara himself. He blushed darkly. The smell was coming from Gaara. Was it the red-head’s natural scent? Gods, it smelled so good! The more Naruto thought about it, the more the scent seemed to surround him, taking over his other senses slowly. So good… it smelled so good… So thick and… and masculine… Without even realizing it he started to make little mewling, keening sounds, nuzzling into Gaara more.

Gaara himself was shocked to say the least. Naruto was nuzzling into him affectionately. Was this… a friendship thing? And he was embarrassed to say that his heart was beating faster because of it. And now those sounds! Those sounds that seemed to call to a distant, small part of himself, but for the life of him he couldn’t think of why. He decided to ignore it for now. Naruto was sick and he was probably worried if he was anything like he had been and never gotten sick before.

“Don’t worry, Naruto. I’m sure you’ll be alright,” he said softly, hoping that at least saying it was enough to help sooth him, because he had no idea how to sound soothing. He set the blond back down on the bed, surprised when Naruto didn’t let him go right away. “Naruto..?”

“Good…” was the whispered reply.

“Good…?” Gaara replied back dumbly, looking confused, especially when Naruto tugged him down further, shivering when he felt the nine-tailed fox vessel inhale deeply right at the juncture of his throat and shoulder. “N-naruto..?” Did he just stutter? Well… it was really no surprise. Naruto was acting so odd now. He had no idea what illness this was, but it had to be serious, right?

“You…” Naruto’s breath tickled along his breath, making him shiver again.

“M-me..?” Gaara stuttered again, eyes drooping down to half mast. This was wrong. Naruto was sick and acting slowly. He shouldn’t be reacting this way…. But gods curse him, he couldn’t bring himself to even pull away. When had adorable little Naruto become so sexy?

Naruto solved that problem himself, pulling back enough so that glazed blue eyes, locked with his own aquamarine. “You smell so good…” Gaara was caught by the way those full lips moved so sensually as he spoke, the way the tip of his tongue teased along the blonde’s bottom lip, he was caught completely unaware when those pouty, full lips crushed against his own.

Yes! Such a feeling of rightness went through Naruto as he kissed Gaara, pulling the red head further down against him, the urge to surround himself in the scent that was Gaara overwhelming him. Soon just the press of their lips wasn’t enough and he parted his own to deepen it further, coaxing Gaara to do the same, moaning in delight when the other gave into his demands. The heat that had been so unbearable before was suffocating him now, the thirst. The thirst was maddening! But something in him told him that Gaara would help. Gaara was the answer.

Gaara was…. Wearing way too many things!

This was… what heaven must feel like, or at least some part of heaven because he felt like he was flying and it was dizzying and so good and… and Naruto was tearing off his shirt!

Gaara broke the kiss with a gasp, panting hard to try to catch his breath, not sure when he had forgotten how to breathe. The blond trilled pitifully under him, arching and rubbing their bodies together, both their chests bear now, but he was still wearing his pants. And thankfully that was all Naruto did. He didn’t pull him back down, he didn’t growl and take what he wanted, he just looked up at him pitifully and rubbed their bodies together enticingly. Even that was hard to resist!

What was going on?? Something, something wasn’t right! He had to gather his bearings and look at the situation more closely. Aqua eyes studied the blond under him more closely. Naruto’s body was flushed, his cheeks tinged pink. His eyes were blue, so it wasn’t some strange Kyuubi thing he was dealing with, but the pupils were starting to slit. His nails were starting to claw, too. Maybe it was a kyuubi thing. Gaara licked his lips, feeling a thrill of fear that it really could be.

Naruto’s chest was heaving with each panting breath he took, and Gaara couldn’t help but notice how erect his little tanned nibbles were, licking his lips. No! Keep a tight grip on your control! If you take advantage of Naruto now he’ll never forgive you when he’s better!

What else was different? Well besides that he seemed to be horny as all hell and wanted Gaara… there was… something… What was it..? It was... a scent… A soft and sweet scent… A sweet scent that made his blood boil and head towards pleasurable areas despite his best efforts. His head was starting to cloud. Why was he resisting? Nnh… It was that scent. That scent that was slowly getting stronger. What was that? It was coming from… from… NARUTO! That scent… that scent… and he had never noticed before how soft and pliable Naruto’s skin was under his hands, smoothing said hands over the soft skin, feeling the hard, compact muscles underneath. “Naruto…” Gaara breathed out his name in a husky murmur.

“Gaara…” was the responding, pleading whimper and the smaller nin’s hands were smoothing his naked chest and up around his shoulder, locking his arms around his neck. “Please… please…”

Gaara took a deep breath, the scent working deep inside him, his eyes dilating. His blood was pumping hot through his body and his arousal ached so horribly trapped in the confine of his black pants. And Naruto was giving off such a sweet scent, his skin was so soft, glistening with a mixture of sweat and the remaining water droplets from the shower, and his eyes, his eyes were large and bright and that teasing pink tongue flicked along such full, kiss bruised lips. Such soft, warm skin, his hands loved exploring them. Down his chest, over his stomach, which lightly convulsed under his touch, idly tracing the seal around his navel, then lower still. Gods, his body was tanned, but he couldn’t help but love the lovely milky white his inner thighs faded into. His most private areas that the sun never reached.

Those legs parted eagerly under his soft touch and Naruto was whimpering again. Needy, he was so needy, he needed this. He needed Gaara! If only Gaara would stop teasing him, if only Gaara would give him what he needed. The ache was centering now, centering between his legs. His arousal was throbbing and his hole was clenching, aching. He had never felt anything like this before. It was like there was a huge emptiness he just couldn’t fill. That’s why he needed Gaara! Gaara would surely fill it, wouldn’t he? He just had to! He’d go mad if he didn’t!

Gaara licked his lips, eyes dark. Naruto’s arousal was already dripping eagerly, throbbing. He was afraid the blond would explode if he even just touched it. He wouldn’t touch it. Not yet. A part of him was still expecting the blond nin to snap out of it anytime now, he had to be careful. Even so his pale hands smoothed up those soft, creamy thighs and Naruto arched his hips up exposing the tight little pink pucker, making the kazekage’s arousal throb within his pants.

Licking his lips, eyes wild with what he was doing he slowly slid his hands further up, thumbs brushing over the ball sac lightly covered in fine, blond fuzz of hair, then his other fingers exploring lower, teasing the perineum, almost purring at the wild bucking and sweet cries it elicited out of Naruto. His index finger finally reached the prize, surprised at how soft and pliable the pink ring of muscles was, a part of him enraged that his Naruto might not be a virgin, but he pushed those thoughts aside for now.

He’d be careful, very careful, it still stood to reason that Naruto would snap out of it any second now and he’d have to be able to pull back quickly. He couldn’t go further than this. That is still what he told himself over and over again, but still his body refused to cooperate with his mind. Slowly, carefully his index finger pushed past the light resistance that he felt into the tight channel. He gasped, groaning loudly at the intense heat that surrounded his finger, the way the muscles seemed to work around the digit as if trying to pull it in deeper, Naruto’s sweet whimpers of pleasure and want, the very light dampness..?

His eyes widened then dilated fully when the scent suddenly spiked up sharply, driving all other thoughts out of his mind. Fuck it! He threw all caution to the window and jumped on the blond once more, mouth seeking mouth, devouring the sweet lips and the warm mouth completely. He was met with no resistance. His free hand explored every inch of the blonde’s body, tweaking and twisting the perked little nipples until they were dark and hard with blood. His other hand worked his finger in a deep as he could into that pliant body. Then a second, groaning when the body under him accommodated easily to the intrusion. The heat was building between them, and it all seemed to be coming from Naruto.

His body was singing in pleasure, in rightness, but it wasn’t enough! It couldn’t be enough! Gaara was giving him what he was craving but it wasn’t enough. He submitted to the red-head, mewling and keening sweetly between them, clinging to him as if for dear life, hooking a leg around his hip so that he wouldn’t get away from him again. He had never done this before and deep down a small part of him was scared, but instinct told him what to do and the pleasure easily drowned the small voice away. He groaned with need as a third finger joined the two scissoring inside him, breaking the kiss with a shriek of pleasure when they brushed a certain spot inside him, making him buck back wildly.

“Yes! Gaara! Yes! Fuck me! Fill me!” He didn’t know where the words were coming from, but he was aware that he was saying them. Before today he had never thought of himself as gay, hell he barely had any interest in girls, either, but the interest had been higher than with boys. But obviously actions spoke louder than words. He growled when Gaara didn’t comply right away, tightening his hold on him. “FUCK ME!”

“So demanding,” Gaara said as he brushed Naruto’s prostate again, a bit curious at how it felt a bit swollen, but those thoughts were quickly pushed away when he was hit with another spiked increase of that maddening scent that Naruto seemed to be creating naturally. He quickly withdrew his fingers, chuckling when the blond whimpered at their loss. He struggled with the binding of his pants, working them down his legs and kicking them off the rest of the way.

He stroked his arousal with a slickness he hadn’t used to coat his fingers, his mind too far gone to wonder where it had come from. He lifted Naruto’s hips, groaning when the tip of his arousal nudged against the magma like heat that was emanating from within Naruto’s body. “Naruto…”

Naruto whimpered, pleading, “G-gaara… please… I can’t take it anymore… I’ll go mad if you don’t fill me! I need it… I… I need you!”

Gaara’s nostrils flared, feeling a tightening in his chest hearing those words, then he thrust forward, sinking in home. And gods did it ever feel like reaching home. Perfect, so perfect, a warm, tight, perfect fit!

“A-aaaaah!” Naruto threw his head back against the pillows as he was finally speared and it hurt, god it hurt, but his body was adjusting quickly and it was good, and so good, and so full, and it was hot, but his body was hotter and he need more, and so much more, and so, so, so much more! “Gaara! Yes!” He bucked back hard, not giving either of them time to adjust.

Gaara gasped, hissing a sharp breath. Naruto! Gods, the blond was insane! But he couldn’t fight him, wouldn’t fight him and he started to thrust into him, fast, harde, filling him over and over again, spurred on further and further by the blonde’s cries of ecstasy, his cries of how good it felt, and his cries for more. And maybe he was imagining things but it almost felt like Naruto’s inner muscles were massaging around his length, trying to milk his orgasm out of him. He wouldn’t be able to last long this way! But he’d hold out as long as he could for Naruto! He wanted this to be a special moment!

Naruto started to keen louder and louder as time passed and the pleasure rose to maddening levels, but it wasn’t enough and he couldn’t cum yet and he needed more and he was bucking back desperately on Gaara, begging for more, always more, never stop! He cried out in painful bliss when he felt that battle calloused hand wrap around his dripping and aching length. Yes! Good! More! But it wasn’t enough! He needed… he needed so badly! But he didn’t know what it was he needed, just that it would be wonderful, so wonderful!

Gaara was pumping Naruto in time to his thrusts, going all out, rolling his hips to strike Naruto’s engorged prostate with each thrust, and the blond was crying in pleasure, crying for more. He couldn’t last. The massaging muscles, the tight, moist, clinging heat was driving him quickly to the edge, but he wanted Naruto to cum first. Wanted… wanted… he couldn’t! “Naruto!” he cried out his name almost in apology as he sank in forward one last time before cumming hard and fast, flooding that tight channel with his release.

Naruto’s almost cried out in dismay when Gaara came, but stars broke out along his vision at the first drop of cum that hit his inner walls. His eyes nearly crossed and rolled back into his head at the intense pleasure that came over him, throwing him far over the edge as he joined the red-head in orgasm, cumming, and cumming, and cumming, seemingly without end until he slumped bonelessly onto the bed, Gaara falling on top of him. “G-gaara…” his voice was breathless, barely even a whisper and his whole body was trembling with the force of his orgasm, barely able to hang onto the kazekage.

“Naruto…” Gaara breathed his name back, tiredly nuzzling the blond nin softly. Gods… he had never felt anything that intense before. And Naruto’s fever seemed to have broke. Well that was good. He turned them both onto their sides so they could sleep, wrapping warm, protective arms around his new lover, more than ready to fall into a deep slumber.

He was disappointed. Not even half an hour had passed before he was flipped onto his back, half-asleep aqua eyes looking up at a dangerously smirking blond.

“We’re not done yet,” Naruto stated simply his arousal already starting to return. He shifted against Gaara, making the red head moan.

Those muscles, they were starting to massage him again, coaxing him back into hardness. And that scent. He hadn’t noticed before that it seemed to have dimmed with the blonde’s orgasm, but it was back now, further heating his blood, coaxing him back into arousal. He groaned, body weak.All he could do was hold on to Naruto’s hips as the blond started to take his pleasure from him, riding him, up and down and up and down and… and gods! That was good! He started to rock up against him, meeting his thrusts and soon the two were bucking hard against each other, kissing savagely as their hands explored each other, tugging, rubbing and pinching any pleasurable spot they could find to heighten their coupling. Where the energy came from Gaara didn’t know, but soon he was eager to fill Naruto again.

It lasted longer this time, but once again he couldn’t hold off long enough to give Naruto his orgasm first, but that didn’t seem to matter as Naruto came right after him, long, howling orgasms that milked every last drop out of him. Little did Gaara know that even after the second rigorous session the end was no where near in sight, that he’d be coaxed and nearly forced into various positions throughout the night, and that he’d literally have to escape from the blond minx come sunrise, spent, exhausted, reeking of sex, but so very satisfied, though his cock would be tender and sore. He would have a hard time concentrating on his meetings with the Hokage that day.

… and he couldn’t wait to get back to Naruto tonight!

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To be continued!

I don't think I'm very good at writing out sex scenes, so... be gentle? X3;