Voyeuristic Intentions

“Voyeuristic Intentions”

Part II

Gaara stood in the kitchen, staring in bemusement at the note left by Temari. Next to it lay the note left by Kankuro, which was equally, if not more puzzling.

“Dear Gaara,

I had some errands to run, and then TenTen asked me over for a sleepover. I’ll be back tomorrow.

Love,

Temari.”

Kankuro was apparently staying over at his boyfriend’s house. Gaara hadn’t even known Kankuro was seeing someone. Or gay.

“What the hell?” He placed the notes down, and wandered into his room to change into pyjamas. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about his siblings, but they were adults and top ninja. And Kankuro had never left a note before. Ever.

He shook his head once, before shoving the matter out of his mind. Maybe it was Kankuro’s way of coming out without actually having to. After all, this meant he would be alone for the evening, something that happened very rarely. Rare enough to make him not really give a damn where they were.

Gaara bent over, digging through the bottom drawer of his dresser. It had to be here somewhere…maybe it was behind the…Aha! He straightened quickly, pyjamas clasped in one hand. They were a soft, snuggly flannel, the most comfortable pyjamas he’d ever owned and he’d only gotten to wear them once.

However, tonight, with Temari and Kankuro both gone and no one expected to show up it was perfectly safe. Temari had gifted him with them last Christmas, as a gag. They were a deep, rich green with tiny dancing white pandas all over them. She had exclaimed them “Tooooo Kawaii!!!”, and tried desperately to make Gaara wear them.

He could do nothing but refuse. Leaders of entire countries simply did not wear dancing pandas, especially not CUTE dancing pandas.

But one day on a dare he’d tried them on. And fallen madly in love with them. They were the most comfortable things he’d ever worn. But now that he’d made such a fuss about the damn things, it wasn’t as if he could very well wear them now. So he snuck them, like cookies from a jar.

He sighed in utter comfort as the clingy fishnet fell away, and the soft flannel fell over his skin.


He let himself out of his room. It was almost nine and most of the servants had already gone to bed, leaving the house empty and still. Gaara slipped into the kitchen, a ghost stirring, and made himself a quick cup of jasmine tea, and grabbed a couple of cookies, before heading back to the living room. A horror movie marathon was coming on tonight.

He loved laughing at the fake gore. It was just…funny.

He’d just curled up on the couch, found the channel, and bit into the first delicious chocolate chip cookie, when…

“DING-DONG”

“Shit, “ Gaara muttered, setting his tea down on a convenient coffee table, the sort of thing only Temari thought to buy, leaving his cookies next to them, scattering crumbs as they went.

The doorbell rang again a quick impatient peal. Gaara thought about ignoring it briefly, then went to answer it. If it was an emergency he’d feel awfully silly pretending not to be home, after all. And if it were Naruto…

He hurried to the door, pulling it open rather abruptly, than stopping and blinking in surprise at who was on his doorstep. He’d thought…but hadn’t really THOUGHT…

“Naruto?”

The blonde stood, smiling a little sheepishly at him, a duffle bag clutched in one hand, and a rather eye-catching pyjama set. The monstrosity was blue with tiny dancing yellow foxes on it. Gaara blinked again.

“Heh, nice pj’s Lord Kazekage.” Naruto said between snickers.

Gaara gave him a scathing look at his own ensemble, than widened the door to let him in.

“What’s going on?” He questioned his friend, looking worried when he only smiled vaguely. Naruto walked past him, heading into the living room, and placed his bag down beside the couch Gaara had recently vacated before flopping down sticking his bunny-slipper clad feet on the coffee table.

"Well, I heard from Kankuro that him and Temari would be out for the evening, so I thought I'd pop over and keep you company." The smile grew a little too wicked for a moment and Gaara eyed him suspiciously as he finished. "I thought, we could, you know, have a sleepover."

Gaara gave him a small smile before sinking down next to him. Hell, Naruto could have said he thought starting a war tonight would be awfully swell and maybe they could do a little vandalism before hand, and Gaara would have smiled in agreement. Naruto grinned back, a beautiful lifting of those luscious red lips, before pointing one tan finger at Gaara's pyjamas.

"Sakura got me mine, but what the hell is your excuse?" Gaara rolled his eyes. The worst thing was that Naruto looked as gorgeous as ever, even with the...unusual...sleeping wear.

"Temari. She said it was cute." Naruto snickered. "You tell anyone and I kill you."

Naruto cooed and batted his eyelashes.

"Awwww, but Baby Gaara, is too cute. "

Gaara sighed, than grabbed his cookie, nibbling a little at the edge.

"So what do want to do? I've never had a sleep over before."

Naruto tried not grin, but deep down he was leaping for joy. He had fully expected the Kazekage to either suspect the notes, or kick him out. And those pyjamas...Naruto gulped. He WAS cute. Too cute. Adorable, really, practically irresistible. And now, nibbling on that cookie....It was all Naruto could do not to glomp him on the spot.

"Well, we could do lots of things. We could watch movies, make stupid junk food, play hide and seek...generally act like small children."

Gaara put down the cookie and looked at him blankly for a moment, long enough that Naruto began to get nervous. Than a huge smile broke out over his face.

"Do you want to build a fort? Temari will kill me later for screwing up her living room, but I don't really give a damn."

Naruto giggled, grabbing a cookie of his own and nodded emphatically.

"Yeah, you go get the blankets, I'll find chairs and stuff to pin them down with."

Gaara nodded and stood quickly, leaving the living room. This was way better than just lazing around the house.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

"So then we, then we booked it out of there! And Tsunade never even GUESSED!"

Naruto lay snickering on the ground, an empty soda can crushed beneath one arm, and a bag of cheetos in one hand,

Gaara giggled wildly, almost dropping the spoonful of ice cream he held.

"So what now?" Gaara asked, when they'd both calmed down a little, Naruto having stopped laughing like a five-year old. "We've built a fort, eaten every sugary thing in the house, prank called every one we know, played tag and hide and seek, and watched several ridiculously bad movies. So what now?"

Naruto grinned, a quick flash off sharp teeth, and rolled over onto his stomach.

"I know exactly what we'll do. We'll play Twister."

Gaara blinked at him. "You brought it?"

Naruto laughed, getting smoothly to his feet, cheetos forgotten on the floor.

"Yeah, of course. What's a sleepover without Twister?"

Gaara shrugged, and stood up with him, ducking under the edge of a blanket to get out of the fort they'd built.

All in all, this had really been one of the best nights of his life. He spent the whole night with Naruto, laughing with him, talking to him, and learning even more about him. And then, during that short moment where the fort had caved, and the blankets had gotten all tangled, and he’d ended up in the beautiful blonde’s lap…

“Here, help me set it up,” Naruto murmured, handing him an edge of the white plastic sheet. The furniture in the living room had already been cleared, for the several, utterly infantile games of tag they’d played, so laying out the ‘playing board’ was easy.

“You go first.” Gaara said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Fine.” Naruto muttered, pouting a little. Gaara reached down, spinning the little arrows. “Right foot, blue.”

Naruto smirked, planting one foot easily on a blue squares.

“You’re turn, Lord Kazekage, hand over the spinner.”

Gaara handed it over, and leaned over Naruto’s shoulder to watch the spinner twirl. Naruto shivered, the warm feel of Gaara’s breath on his neck making his blood start to coil.

“Left foot, yellow.” Gaara hopped into place, one hand held out for the spinner.

“Left hand, green.”

“Left hand, red.”

“Right foot, green.”

“Left foot, yellow.”

“Right hand, blue.”

“Shit,” Muttered Naruto, wobbling unsteadily over Gaara’s stomach. “Hold still.”

“I am.” Said Gaara serenely. He was bent over in a complete arch, hands planted beyond his head, one foot almost behind his back.

“I would never have suggested this if I had known you were so fucking flexible.” Naruto flashed a sudden grin at him, quick as lightening and twice as bright. “I guess it’s a good thing, though. I’ve always liked flexible guys.”

Gaara blinked at him, raising his head a little. That sounded suspiciously like flirting. In fact the whole evening had seemed rather off, the grins a little too…carnivorous.

“FUCK!”

Naruto tilted a little too far, and fell over, landing on Gaara, making the smaller boy yelp in surprise, before they all went down.

Gaara lay still, the warm pleasant feel of Naruto laying on him making him smile. He could feel soft blonde curls pressed against his bare abdomen, where the shirt had ridden up. He didn’t want it end. He never wanted it to end. He wanted to stay right where he was, crushed on the floor beneath the warm weight of Naruto.

Naruto looked up suddenly, smiling, a soft beautiful smile. And his eyes, his eyes were the bluest Gaara had ever seen, like cloudless skies, and untainted ocean. They were beautiful…so pure…beaming down at him like…like he…

“I’m in love with you.” Naruto said, ducking his head a little, like he was nervous.

He watched hesitantly, resisting the urge to bite the soft skin under his cheek, as Gaara’s eyes first blinked, than widened, turning them into huge pools of jade, they’re normally pale color, dark and languid from the lack of proper lighting.

“You….What?”

Naruto smiled, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I’m in love with you. For almost two years. And then last night, while I was spying on you in the Hokage’s crystal, I heard you call out my name when you came.”

Gaara flushed, blood pooling to his cheeks…and a little lower. Watching Naruto’s ripe mouth talk about coming was screwing with his braincells.

“You…spy on me?” Gaara said stupidly, watching Naruto harder than he’d ever watched anything in his life.

“Yeah, but only recently. Like for the last three weeks maybe.”

The blonde made an odd slithering motion with his stomach that landed him more squarely on top of Gaara.

“Watching you come was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.” Naruto whispered huskily, his breath coming in a heated stream on Gaara’s neck.

Gaara arched into the feeling, his breath coming faster and harder.

“You watched me touch myself?” He panted. Naruto’s hands worked under his shirt, tracing lazy paths of fire over the tender flesh underneath.

“I watched you moan, and writhe, your skin flushed with blood, tiny drops of sweat on your brow. I watched you scream my name…”

Gaara moaned, his hands coming up to pull desperately at Naruto’s shirt, needing the skin-on-skin contact. “Oh god…”

Naruto leaned that final inch, biting furiously at Gaara’s neck, watching in ultimate satisfaction as he arced and cried out beneath, his lithe body pressing heatedly against Naruto’s.

Gaara pulled off the blonde’s shirt, forgoing buttons letting the popped bits of plastic fly about the room haphazardly, before moving his hands lower, tugging at the elastic waist band of the pants that still clung to Naruto’s slim hips. The blonde groaned, a low sound from deep inside his throat that made Gaara’s hands pause. He burned at the sound.

“You aren’t wearing boxers…” Gaara groaned, trying to concentrate as Naruto tongued his way down to a nipple, latching onto it with painful intensity, than nipping at it.

“Are you really complaining?” Asked the Kyuubi holder, grinning up at the flushed boy underneath him.

“No.” Said Gaara, grinning back at him for the first time. He slid his hand down a little further, pulling and stroking on the blonde’s daunting erection. He made a slick fist, the generous precum coating the twitching length easing his job considerably.

“Oh….fuck…” Naruto murmured, his tongue sliding against warm skin. He pulled lower, inching his body smoothly out of Gaara’s eager hands. The red heads hands were smooth, and warmer than he imagined, but the tugs were just as sharp as he’d imagined, and the light hint of nails sent a shiver up his spine. The pain only made the pleasure sweeter.

Gaara gasped, a short quivering sound, that made Naruto growl, the deep vibrations raising bumps on the red heads sensitive skin. His skilled tongue curved around the short silky hairs leading under Gaara’s bellybutton, one hand already reaching down, petting him lightly from the soft fabric of his pants.

“Please…ngh…Narutoooo…please…” He wriggled under the heavier boy, desperate to feel relief, and the welcome heat of Naruto’s mouth.

“I love to hear you beg.” The blonde rumbled, before lifting Gaara a little off the floor, one hand ripping the pyjama bottoms from him, the other, sweeping upwards to twist lightly on a tender pink nipple.

Gaara glared, head raising a little, trying to focus his vision as Naruto’s hand settled once more onto his cock, moving his palm in a gentle glide, heavy blue eyes trained on the motion, golden lashes shielding the full force of his gaze.


“What?” Naruto murmured, a slow, mocking smile curving sensually on his lips. “Do you want me stop?”

“No…please…” Gaara moaned, a deep blush rising on his already flushed cheeks, and he writhed minutely, twisting his hips in Naruto firm, heated hands. His full strawberry lips parted with a soft sound, distracting Naruto.

“Lean up.”

Gaara didn’t hesistate, his back coiling smoothly up from the floor, pale jade eyes fastened on Naruto’s mouth, the lush red lips, begging him to taste.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.” Naruto whispered huskily in one ear, before his lips sealed onto Gaara’s, his tongue, sliding quickly in, before rolling up to taste lightly at the roof of his mouth. Gaara moaned, his legs wrapping instinctively around Naruto’s waist as the blonde pulled him forward, sitting the redhead in his lap.

Gaara’s chest heaved, and he pushed desperately against the blonde man, one hand reaching down to align their heated arousals.

“Oh god,” Naruto moaned out, breaking his mouth away from Gaara’s. Theother boy barely seemed to notice. His liquid green eyes were glazed, mouth still wet with spit from the heavy kiss. His lips looked swollen, bruised from the rough contact. He rocked mindlessly on the boy beneath him, one hand drifting down to tease the small slit in the head of Naruto’s erection.

The blonde rolled his hips furiously, eyes fixed one Gaara’s heated form. He had watched him come before, watched the way his gorgeous eyes clenched shut, and how his mouth fell open in the parody of a scream. But this was real, this was live, this was living, and dying and coming all at the same time…

“Narutooo!”\

Gaara screamed, his voice rising at the end in a glorious burst as he came, warm liquid shooting against the blonde’s stomach.

Naruto’s hands tightened, fingers bruising the pale skin on his Gaara’s hips, and came, a mindless roar pouring from his throat as he spasmed, splashing hot, thick liquid over himself and Gaara.

He fell backwards, arms coming forward to cradle Gaara, his back hitting the now stained carpet with a soft whump.

“Shit,” Gaara muttered, his voice a dry rust, aching from it’s previous workout.”Why didn’t you just say that at the door? We could have done this immediately.”

Naruto laughed, one hand stroking lazy patterns on the redheads back.

“I didn’t say we were done.”

Gaara let out a squeak, as Naruto rolled him under, warm hands sheltering his fall.


*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Temari was going to murder her brother.

She spends the entire night tied up in a stupid warehouse, next to stupid Kankuro, kidnapped by that asshole Uzumaki. And when she gets home, what does she find?

A filthy house, all the blankets dirty, and Gaara curled up beside the enemy, both of them naked as the day they were born.

And there was come on her rug. Her new rug!

They both would die.

“GAARA! NARUTO!”