Spoils

A/N: Nickles, XoXgaaraXoX, grava, dagget, ednama, tasukigirl, and Wawu, thank you so much for your reviews. ^_^

Okay, now that the cheesy preamble is behind us (at least most of it is), we can get on with the smut.

Brace yourselves.

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Warning: unbeta’d; humor; language; lemon; lime; OOC; PWP; yaoi

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“Okay”, Gaara said with a sigh. He sat up in the bed then, holding the sheet in place and opting for the former.

“Do you remember a domestic abuse case you were on about a year ago?” he asked.

Naruto furrowed his brows. “Maybe”, he answered.

Gaara continued. “Well, my brother was one of the officers involved in that case. You must have impressed the hell out of him, because when his good friend Tenzou needed a lawyer, you are the one he recommended.”

Naruto stood silently, absorbing the information.

“Tenzou took him up on it. And in you came, like a guy in tights and a cape and saved the day. Not too shabby.

My brother and Tenzou were surprised that a lawyer with your obvious goods wasn’t more popular, and since they don’t believe in being uninformed, they ran a fine-toothed check on you. Apparently one of their more interesting discoveries was your preference for hot young redheads of the male persuasion.”

No way, Naruto thought to himself.

“Kankurou just happened to have a brother whom he thought fit the description, so he put that information under his hat. And I guess nothing bad turned up in the investigation, because Tenzou began going on about wanting to do something special for you to show his appreciation. My brother put the two together and told Tenzou he’d take care of it.

When he came to me and asked if I’d be interested in being your…‘tip’, I told him I’d check you out and get back to him.

So I did.”

“And when did this occur?” Naruto asked.

Gaara smiled. “Let’s just say you and I missed having our eyes meet across a crowded room by one-sixteenth of a second on that yacht Wednesday.”

Naruto raised a brow. So you were watching me from afar.

Unbelievable.

Either someone had seriously slacked off or Naruto must have led a very vanilla life if a ‘fine-toothed’ check of his background only took a few afternoon hours.

“You can trust me, Naruto”, Gaara concluded. “This isn’t some setup designed by my brother to entrap you. It isn’t intended to be a threat. Tenzou only wants to show you his gratitude.”

Naruto looked away, deep in thought. He remembered the case--and the name Sabaku, if not the officer himself. He wanted to believe what the redhead told him.

But he couldn’t afford to be naive either. If he believed his predilection for redheaded men was being used against him now, then he knew he stood a better-than-average chance of having his fling with Gaara used against him in the future.

Fucking hell. Someone should have warned him he’d have to be making these kinds of decisions with a raging hard-on, while the living amalgam of anything he’d jacked off to in the last two years--without exception--was sitting naked on his bed.

Naruto looked at Gaara again. It pained him to see the redhead sitting there, smiling at him with that pouty mouth and looking at him with hope in those mystical green eyes. It made him want to proclaim ‘Naruto Uzumaki Weekend’ or ‘Fuck Gaara Weekend’ or whatever the hell was appropriate and close the meager distance between them, cover Gaara’s ass with something sweet and sticky and then lick it until he cried from the pleasure. Would that be so bad? And if someone should question their affair later, what of it? Gaara was legal, and they were two consenting adults. Why was he being so overly cautious?

Besides, Gaara had pointedly stated that his presence was a gift from Tenzou. It would be a show of disrespect to refuse him, wouldn’t it?


While Naruto pondered that point Gaara licked his lips again; and just like that, the scales were dramatically tipped in the redhead’s favor.

Fuck it. You win. “Gratitude, huh?” Naruto spoke.

He allowed his legs to deliver him to the side of the bed where the redhead sat waiting.

Gaara met his eyes, disarmed and thrilled at the same time by what he saw in them as Naruto walked with purpose toward him.

The blond stopped then, reaching out with one hand to gently cup Gaara’s clean-shaven chin, tilting his face upward.

Naruto watched him silently. His heart raced at the feel of Gaara’s warm skin in his hand.

Wicked.

He couldn’t believe how beautiful the redhead was.

Perfection.

“Do you have any idea what you’re getting into?” he asked him. The scent of Gaara was stronger now, and arousing him even more. He was ready to do some serious damage to that alluring body.

Gaara smirked. “Do you?”

Naruto quirked a blond brow, releasing Gaara’s face. Slowly, he reached for the satiny sheet of undiscovered treasure, but Gaara stayed his hand.

Naruto looked at him with questioning eyes.

“Not yet”, Gaara proclaimed. “Later, when the moment is right. I want it to be like opening a gift on Christmas morning.”

Naruto smiled and moved his hand away. He could wait—for now. “Okay, but it’s missing a bow.”

“Says you”, was Gaara’s response, and Naruto chuckled.

“All right then.”

Naruto sat on the bed next to Gaara’s leg, running a hand over the lightly hairy muscled flesh before stopping a little above his knee. Then he leaned in, smiled, and placed a light kiss on Gaara’s lips.

It was a tentative, curious sampler of the main course. Gaara’s pout was warm and yielding; his flavor was exotic. The tip of his tongue darted out in a come-hither motion intended to get Naruto to do just that.

But it was the blond who resisted this time. “Not yet”, he proclaimed. “I need to grab a few things. Don’t go anywhere.”

Naruto stood up from the bed and bounded out of his bedroom to the kitchen on feet lighter than air. Fate had fixed it so that he would get to spend the weekend obtaining carnal knowledge of the redhead to beat all redheads! He was going to do everything but take pictures.

He moved with enthusiasm, dashing back and forth within the confines of the small room to arrange Reddi-Whip™, yogurt, honey, a spoon and a basting brush on a small tray.

As an afterthought, he added a jar of maraschino cherries to the collection.

Pleased with his results, Naruto strutted back to the bedroom with the tray in one hand, scooping up his necktie from the floor with the other as he walked in.

Gaara furrowed his brows, and then his eyes flashed.

Naruto walked around to the other side of the bed and set the tray down, then looked at Gaara as he played with the still-knotted tie in his hands.

“Oh! One more thing”, Naruto exclaimed. He hopped back off the bed and walked around to Gaara’s side, where he opened the drawer of the stand and pulled out the last item he needed.

Gaara’s eyes flashed once more when he saw it. Oh shit.

“We’re going to play a little game I like to call ‘Masterpiece Theatre’”, Naruto told him with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

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THIRTY MINUTES LATER

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“Agh! Naruto!” Gaara screamed into the pillow.

Naruto had slid into bed and took hold of Gaara. They began at a casual pace that lasted about forty-five seconds before both men were clawing at one another in frenzy. Unwilling to corral their hunger for each other a moment longer, their mouths and hands were everywhere, licking, sucking, stroking and biting. The moaning and panting of intense discovery filled the room even more when both men learned they had a mutual desire to suck cock.

Definitely, in Naruto’s case, when the cock was surrounded by a thatch of cherry-red curls.

My God, it’s natural.

Naruto had not been able to stop himself once he saw it. He threw caution to the wind, buried his nose in that mound of musky hair and sucked that hard, hot erection until he forced Gaara’s orgasm from his body, swallowing his seed greedily.

It really had been like opening a Christmas gift.

Naruto used his necktie to bind Gaara’s hands together at the wrist. He then turned the redhead onto his hands and knees, that ass in the air a splendid canvas.

Naruto resembled a true artist as he worked, mixing the honey into the yogurt with calculating accuracy before dipping the basting brush into the mix and then slowly, deliberately, painting every nook and cranny of the redhead’s bottom. A blushing Gaara watched silently until he could be silent no longer, the sensation of the cold yogurt-honey concoction being brushed against his warm bare flesh causing him to squeal.

Gaara begged his lover to hurry as he squirmed, but Naruto ignored his plea. He’d tortured himself with his desire to defile the redhead’s gorgeous flesh, and now that they were finally in bed together, Naruto was determined to indulge himself in every possible way. The mixture was a mess that dripped all over everything, but he didn’t care. When he was sure he’d covered every inch of flesh, he set the brush on the tray and grabbed the Reddi-Whip™.

When he was done with that, Naruto set the can on the tray and grabbed the cherries.

When he was done with those, Gaara was whimpering shamelessly and his ass looked like a shiny apricot with whipped cream and a cherry on top.

“Oh my God, Naruto, what the fuck are you doing?!”

Gaara fantasized about the time he’d be spending with Naruto, but never in his fantasies did Naruto dress his ass to mimic his favorite dessert and then eat it. Gaara was feeling shame tantamount to his arousal at being dominated and then exploited so intimately. In all his life no one had ever taken their pleasure with him that way, and it was blowing the redhead’s mind.


When Naruto completed his masterpiece, he took a firm hold of each of Gaara’s thighs as he got down on his knees behind him, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue…

And licked.

It was sodomy, pure and simple. Between the tie around his wrists and the cock ring on his swollen erection Gaara was trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey. Long, languorous, sensational strokes of Naruto’s tongue swept across each of Gaara’s mounds, causing the redhead to moan and shift helplessly. The oh-so-erotic vision of Naruto’s face plastered with the shiny stickiness he gleefully licked and sucked off Gaara’s flesh was making the redhead want to come even more. He was either in Heaven or hell, he couldn’t tell which.

But he loved it.

“Oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God…Naruto…please…”

The redhead begged shamelessly and squirmed relentlessly, alternating between wanting that skillful tongue on him and wanting it gone. But Naruto never stopped; a strategically-inserted ‘mmmmmmmm’ was his only vocal response. The sound of Naruto smacking his lips had to be the hottest one he’d ever heard.

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“Are you…fucking superhuman?” Gaara whimpered into the pillow.

He was exhausted; his face was sweaty and his arms and legs were trembling. Naruto was still licking, still smacking. The room reeked of a strange mixture of honey and yogurt and musk. Gaara didn’t think his body could take much more, which worried him, because Naruto seemed to have missed the most sensitive spot.

The redhead was beginning to think Naruto might have meant to kill him.

As if on cue, Naruto stopped licking and let go, resting on his haunches. His sticky mouth and jaw were sore, but he wasn’t finished. The break was more for the sensually-overloaded Gaara than for himself.

“Are you ready for the final act?” Naruto asked, enjoying the view in front of him.

“Naruto…have mercy…please…” his thighs were sore and bruised from the stranglehold that Naruto had on them. He could still feel the ghost of Naruto’s talented tongue in his ass-crack.

The blond chuckled. “Do you know what we’re going to do next?”

“I can’t…Naruto…please. Let me come. Let me—“

“Oh, you’re going to come, Gaara. And you’re going to do it while I fuck you in the ass with my tongue.”

Gaara squeezed his eyes shut, confident that that particular orgasm would be his final one. The memory of the way he nearly passed out when Naruto’s hot mouth engulfed his balls was still fresh in his mind.

“Naruto…” he whimpered helplessly.

Gaara felt the bed shifting, and then Naruto was on his knees behind him once more. The blond reached around to Gaara’s painfully swollen erection, ready to release it from its cock ring prison.

“I can’t…oh God, Naruto…no more…”

Moving into position quickly, Naruto shoved his tongue sharply into Gaara’s waiting honey and yogurt-basted, lube-filled hole.

Gaara’s eyes grew wide. He opened his mouth to cry out at that sinful violation when Naruto used one hand to release the cock ring.

“FUUUUUCK, NARUTOOOOOOO!!!”

Screams tore from Gaara’s throat, at times sounding more like crying but did not stop as long streams of hot cum burst from his aching and swollen cock. Naruto held on to him tightly, all the while thrusting his wicked tongue in and out of that tiny starburst.

It proved to be the final straw. With one last spurt of cum, Gaara’s unconscious body crumpled to the bed.

Naruto let go and sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and admiring his handiwork with a devilish smile.

He enjoyed doing that more than anyone could possibly guess.

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The light that beckoned Gaara grew brighter and brighter until he slowly opened his eyes to it. Pale eyelids adorned by thick red lashes blinked twice in rapid succession, their vision quickly coming into focus.

Gaara didn’t recognize his surroundings.

Where am I?

He searched his mind. The last thing he remembered was being ass-up on the lawyer’s bed—

Naruto.

Gaara turned his head to right to find the naked blond lying on his side and smiling down at him.

And blushed.

“Welcome back”, Naruto greeted with a sexy smile. Gaara could smell toothpaste—clean and sweet and minty-fresh.

He brushed his teeth.

“Wow”, he exclaimed from a newly sore and raspy throat.

He watched the blond in silent awe. Why aren't you the one blushing? My ass feels cleaner than a fucking whistle.

“You okay?” Naruto asked him.

Gaara wasn’t sure.

He looked at his own uncovered body. His arms lie on either side of him, no longer bound by Naruto’s necktie. His cock was clean and lay against one thigh, relaxed and satisfied. Naruto must have cleaned him off after he blacked out.

Gaara remembered well that Holy Grail of orgasms he experienced and how it had, for a brief time, altered reality as he knew it.

There was no question in the redhead’s mind that Naruto had officially achieved his rank of all-time number one world-rocker—and they hadn’t even had sex.

And he was sure he would never feel the same about yogurt or honey ever again.

“Well…” he finally answered, “my balls ache and my throat feels like I swallowed sandpaper. But I’ll live.”

He looked over at Naruto’s naked body, at that generous cock that was still semi-erect.

And forgot everything else.

His eyes flashed. Naruto didn’t come. Did he?

Gaara reached for his sheet, which lay to the left of him, forgotten. He wrapped his cloth-covered hand around Naruto’s neglected cock. Gaara’s eyes took in the contrast of Naruto’s tanned flesh nestled in the deep red of the fabric.

“You didn’t get to finish”, Gaara murmured, moving the fabric along the shaft in his grip.

That satin was smooth and made gentle whispering noises as it glided over Naruto’s hardening flesh. The blond enjoyed having Gaara touch him that way.

Naruto wrapped his own hand around the one holding his cock, encouraging it to move faster.

“I was busy”, he said in a sexy voice.

Gaara looked into Naruto’s eyes, meeting that look of unbridled lust with one of his own. God, he was hot. And so fucking deviant.

You raided your kitchen for something to eat, off my ass, and then ate every bit of it.

Your toothbrush probably looks like my hairbrush.

And now, you’re smiling at me in a way that tells me you’d gladly do it again.

You’re a freak, Naruto Uzumaki. I bet you fuck the way you practice law.

“Will you let me help you with it this time?” he asked, his hand within Naruto’s still stroking the hardening flesh.

“Did you think I would have it any other way?” Naruto responded.

He leaned over to get closer to Gaara, who craned his head until their lips melded together, heated flesh to heated flesh, sweet tongues teasing each other’s mouths.

That was all it took. Naruto rolled over on top of the redhead then, his tongue buried between the man’s lips while his fingers sought that pink hole. He kneed Gaara’s legs apart as his fingers ghosted over the puckered flesh.

Naruto came up for air. “Are you ready for me, Gaara?” he asked. He longed to have Gaara sink down onto his newly-erect flesh.

“Stretch me some more”, he breathed, loving the feel of Naruto’s warm body against his own. “Your fingers are bigger than mine.”

Gaara’s awakening body came to full attention when Naruto brought his hand around to slip his fingers into his mouth. Gaara laved the digits liberally, vaguely cognizant of sweetness and drowning them in his saliva.

Naruto’s cock stiffened even more at the sight of Gaara’s pout around his fingers. If it wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen, then he didn’t know what.

Where had Gaara been all his life?

Naruto pulled the soaking fingers from the redhead’s mouth and moved them into position.

Leftover lube from Gaara’s earlier preparation helped to ease the way as Naruto pushed them into the redhead’s bloom.

“Ah…”

“So tight”, Naruto had to say as he forced his fingers into Gaara’s heated orifice. It was tight, tighter than anything he’d felt in far too long.

Gaara squeezed his eyes shut in a brief wince at the pain of being infiltrated by Naruto’s three fingers at once. He began to move on them, forcing himself to spread out around them. After a few moments Naruto’s fingers slipped in and out with more ease.

“Enough”, Gaara announced. He was ready, more than ready now to have the man inside him.

Naruto removed his fingers. He tasted the redhead’s lush pout once more before moving off of him and sitting on the bed. He reached for his lube and a condom that Gaara hadn’t noticed lying there and made short work of preparing himself.

“Come here”, he ordered the redhead of his fantasies, who moved with enthusiasm to straddle his waist. Gaara eyed Naruto with a patently ‘fuck me’ expression on his face while reaching around to take hold of the man’s swollen cock. It felt heavy against his palm, and hot, even through the slickened latex.

He maneuvered himself over it, silently signaling Naruto for assistance as he began to impale himself on it.

Naruto gripped the redhead’s hips firmly. Shocked grunts filled the room as Naruto’s cock breached the tight ring of muscles.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, closing his eyes.

“Keep moving!” Gaara grunted.

Naruto pushed in further while Gaara sank down on that hot cock.

“Aw, fuck!” Gaara exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut. Gaara hadn’t ever ridden anything so big; his body was being reshaped beyond conceivable limits.

“Shit, Gaara you’re going to break me!”

Then we’ll be even, the redhead thought to himself. You’re splitting me.

Gaara was panting and beads of sweat dotted his face.

“Wait”, he managed, wrapping his arms around Naruto’s neck and resting his forehead on his shoulder.

Naruto slid his hands up to rest on Gaara’s back. He turned his attention to Gaara’s throat, tasting the pale flesh there, and then licked the lobe of Gaara’s ear before worrying it gently with his teeth.

“Do you want me to take it out?” he whispered in the redhead’s ear.

Gaara shook his head. Hell no he didn’t want Naruto to pull out. He wanted the sexy blond to drill into him with that monster cock until his eyes were rolling back.

He just needed a moment to adjust.

Gaara felt wonderful in Naruto’s arms. He loved the way they fit together.

He thrust a bit to test the waters, and Gaara moaned.

God that sounds hot.

Naruto thrust again, this time with slightly more vigor.

“Naruto”, Gaara breathed. He was so full of the blond. He’d never felt so full in all his life.

Gaara had gone into this believing he had the upper hand. He never imagined the blond would keep him guessing the way he had. This weekend already bore the markings of Gaara’s own sexual revolution—and the night was still young.

“You feel so good Gaara. So hot and so tight. I’m going crazy right now just being inside you”, he whispered, raining gentle kisses on the redhead’s shoulder.

He thrust again, with a little more force.

Gaara arched from the sensation. “Yes”, he moaned, his eyelids fluttering. He felt so…wanton. God, Naruto’s cock, his voice, his touch—they were like drugs.

Hell yes.

Naruto slid his hands back to Gaara’s hips, helping to hoist the redhead lifting himself by his haunches before he slid back down again.

“Aw, shit!” Naruto swore aloud. The sensation was electrifying. The blond could feel his cock grow harder instantly.

So could Gaara. He hoisted himself again, panting loudly now, adrenaline coursing through him.

And on they went together, slowly, steadily, enclosed in a fog of dizzying sensation. As Gaara’s arousal increased he moved faster, much to Naruto’s pleasure.

Before long the redhead was bouncing on that hard hot cock; sweat flying off his brow and unrefined sexual noises tearing from his throat. Naruto was matching him stroke for ecstatic stroke, his own passion building.

He loved the way Gaara came alive.

“Yes! Oh, fuck! God yes!”

“That’s it, Gaara. I want to hear you when you fly.”

Gaara hadn’t realized those noises were even coming from him, but decided he didn’t care. He was on Cloud Nine and besides, the blond was enjoying it.

Naruto was close. He couldn’t help it. Gaara was so sexy, too sexy for words. And he was taking the blond’s cock with the enthusiasm of a three-year-old on Pixy Stix™. Naruto silently thanked the turn of fate that handed him a piece of Gaara for the whole weekend, premium spoils for a job well done.

He intended to use up every minute.

Seized by the building urgency, the blond made a noise of his own and began to thrust harder, impossibly harder, changing his angle and losing their rhythm.

Gaara froze in mid-bounce and let out a yelp.

“Ah! What…Naruto?”

Naruto grunted and moved against the redhead’s prostate again, bullying it with a cock that seemed to be swelling inside Gaara, and then the redhead felt his own orgasm threatening.

“Shit!”

Gaara leaned back to look at Naruto with wide eyes. The eyes that stared back were almost feral.

“Hold on to me”, the blond ordered his lover.

Gaara did as he was told, re-winding his arms around Naruto’s neck. In no time, Gaara was flat on his back beneath Naruto, who was slipping a hand between them to grip his twitching cock.

“I want to hear it, Gaara”, the blond demanded.

Naruto began to thrust into Gaara as he teased his erection with haphazard strokes of his hand. Gaara arched into that stroke and then felt Naruto’s hard cock plunder his prostate with brutal force.

It had Gaara seeing stars.

“Shit! Fuck! Ngh—Naruto!”

Gaara didn’t hold back when that wave finally took him. He felt his eyes roll up as his body spasmed and he flew, as Naruto intended, his orgasm erupting from his cock between them.

In a chain reaction, Naruto squeezed his eyes shut as his own body seized and he exploded in a growling orgasm, clenching ass twitching as powerful spurts of cum filled the condom.

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Dozing. Gaara was dozing, if the snores coming from him were an indication.

Naruto smiled. Having pulled out of the redhead, he rolled off him to toss the heavy condom in the wastebasket. By the time he’d returned, Gaara’s eyes were closed and he was making a new noise.

Naruto lay next to him, the way he had after Gaara blacked out earlier, and watched the pale redhead. His sweat-soaked bangs were matted to his forehead and the kohl around his eyes was smudged. The blond beamed with pride at the sight of him mussed, stretched out on his bed passed out from fatigue, and mouth open.

It made Naruto want to go out and buy a pair of boxers with a giant red ‘S’ emblazoned across the front of them.

He scratched his head. If someone had told him getting Tenzou off of tax fraud charges would win him a weekend with the hottest redhead in the history of redheads he would have laughed. But there he was…the experience was no less than anything he’d fantasized about. Gaara was stunning, a specimen of man known only in myth. Sweet, and tight, and fragrant and physical and oh-so-vocal…

And not an assassin.

Naruto let the redhead doze. He figured he could use the nap, since the blond had no intention of letting up on him before the sun rose in the morning.

Afterward, Naruto would feed him breakfast in his bed.

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A/N: Since Gaara looked good enough to eat in the drawing, I thought I would have Naruto do just that. What do you think?

There you have it, folks, the Promised Land! Egad, I haven’t written NaruGaa in so long, it’s like coming home! And I have another fic on the way for the fan day coming up at the end of the month, how’s that? I’m totally on a roll!

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