Not you, too!

33: False alarm – but only for us


Tsunade sat back and watched the blond pace from where she sat at the desk. Itachi and Sasuke sat on the couch and glared at her.
“Just tell them, Tsunnie. It isn’t fair to make them more miserable.” Jiraiya said from his place near the window.
“I just want to make sure that this is not going to be repeated. I am not going to say this twice, Naruto. I will know before such a thing is done in the future.” She announced.
“Hentai,” the blond growled under his breath.
“Sasuke, you are not pregnant. It was not the time. I am surprised however as there are three others in town who are at just about the point you would be right now. Naruto, undo the Jutsu.” She ordered.
Naruto dispelled them and the two quickly donned their regular clothing. Sasuke turned and stared at the Hokage as he reached the door. “Three others are pregnant? Who?” he asked.
“Mmm?” Tsunade said, “Oh. Hinata, Sakura and Kurenai. I also understand Temari was just about to be married and is already two months along. You seem to be the only ones that failed. Have a good day, boys.” She said as she dismissed them and returned to her paperwork. The three men left her and Jiraiya leaned over her shoulder to see the upside down report before her.
“That was mean, Tsunnie. And it will only make them try all the harder, you know?” he said, turning it over so it was more readable. Tsunade looked up and smiled.
“Yes, but they had better check with me first, this time. By the way, how did you find out about the sand girl?”
“Me? I was just passing by the room when they were talking, I just happened to overhear.” He said, waving his hands in front of him.
“Good. Now, get out of here so I can get some work done. Without Shizune to keep badgering me I am too far behind.”

“You are going to try this again, aren’t you, Sasuke?” Itachi asked as they picked up Koibito from the home of Tenten. She smiled as they walked down the stairs away from her.
“Yes, Aniki. I never agreed to anything in the Hokage’s office. If I want to become a woman for a year with Naruto’s stupid Jutsu, I will. The fact that he trusts me to handle the forms of birth control, is out of his hands. Therefore, he is not disobeying the Hokage’s direct order. Do you see?”
“Yes, twelve layers of loopholes. I think I will stay out of this. I have my own problems,” he admitted.
“Problems, Itachi? Nani?” Naruto asked.
“Let’s just say I am in the middle of a life changing discovery about myself. I will tell you what I finally decide. Until then, I am going to butt out of your business.” And he turned to the baby in his arms cooing to it and ignoring them from there on.
They followed in silence and were soon home.
Once there they all had lunch and put the baby to bed. Then, Itachi said he had some business and left the cottage. When they were alone, the two began again, what had been thwarted before.
Sasuke climbed over the reclining blond and straddled his strong thighs. She was still draped in a filmy piece of cloth and the lights danced against it creating the illusion of a covering but also giving a glimpse of what it enclosed.
Naruto was bare other than his deep blue boxers and a wide smile plastered across his face. Sasuke leaned down and looked deep into the twinkling blue eyes that were glued to her form and whispered to him. “I could fulfill your darkest fantasies with out blinking my eyes. What would you like to be doing right now, Naruto?” and his smile never wavered.
“My fantasies, Sasuke? What do you think you have been doing for the past year, Teme? You are my only fantasy, and I am living it. I don’t need your Sharingan for that. What I want from you is to watch you waddle around here carrying my child within you and I want to hold you and help when Tsunade-baachan says for you to push it into the world. I want to see what a tiny little cross between you and I would look like, how many tiny toes and fingers it has. I want to see it grow and change and see how much power and skill it will have. That is my fantasy, so if you can make that come true, do your best Uchiha.”
Sasuke smiled and leaned close opening her eyes wide and focusing her Sharingan deep into Naruto’s dilated pupils.
The view was of them sitting on a bench in the school yard watching a small dark haired boy of around five-years-old with bright blue eyes, run up to them calling out that he had passed his training and was a genin at last. Naruto hoisted his son and twirled him around calling out in a happy voice. “Great job Son! I have the greatest sons a Shinobi could ever hope for.” And another child with long straight hair and intense lavender eyes rushing across the schoolyard calling to them, “So, Otouto you are going to be a genin with me, now. About time, ne?” And the two rushed off to find their playmates.
Naruto smiled in his Seidan enhanced dream and opened his eyes to his lover.
“If that is what we have to look forward to, let’s get started. I guarantee I am ready Sasuru-chan. Come and see what I have for you.” And Sasuke dropped close once more to connect with the lips that beaconed her.


The door was closed on the bathroom, and Kiba waited as Hinata finished within. He would love to be there for her, but she refused to let him see her like that.
She was still trying to prove that she was strong and even this small display of weakness would be her personal undoing.
Kiba waited outside with Akamaru and Shiromaru, listening to the sounds of his wife barfing up her insides, wondering how other husbands managed.
When she finally emerged she looked tired and there were distinct circles under her eyes.
“Hinata, are you going to be all right? Should we go see Tsunade or at least Sakura?” he asked.
Hinata shook her head slowly so as not to jar herself too much and start another round of sickness. “I am fine, Kiba. I just think I need to lie down for a little bit. Why don’t you take the dogs to the park for a while?” she suggested heading for their bed.
“Oh, okay. I’ll only be gone an hour. Are you sure?” he asked.
She nodded slowly as she felt her way down the walls and entered her bedroom. There, she fell face first on the bed and didn’t move.
“How are you managing this, Neji-niisan?” she whispered into the pillow.
Neji at that moment was in the middle of a dilemma. She had gone looking for a snack in the Sand village and was now wandering around looking at some of the most interesting things she had seen. It seemed that the villagers of the Sand had begun pulling out their new lines of winter clothing as the Sand suffered from early temperature drops in the evening. Their choices were to stay inside or dress warmly when going out. They chose to dress up and enjoy what was left of their fall.
Neji truly loved the way the beige clothing with some fancy black stitching looked, but didn’t remember what size she needed for the gift she was trying to buy. The saleslady was trying to rush her and she was glaring at the woman in irritation. Finally, she decided that more would be better and bought the larger size before rushing out of the stall and continuing on her way.
Her condition was barely noticeable and she had not begun what Naruto had kidded would be the Hyuuga shuffle, so as she ambled down the lane, she was not surprised to hear the sound of someone appraising her form in a positive way.
She was not sure if she should be insulted or flattered until the man made a suggestion that was clearly beyond what would be considered proper. She turned on him and glared her closest impression of an Uchiha glare, while speaking clearly for his benefit.
“I am sorry, I didn’t quite hear you. Would you please care to repeat that? What would you like to do to me?” she said, stepping closer and eyeing the sand Jounin carefully.
“I said that you look like you need a good hour on your back to ease some of the stiffness out. And I wouldn’t mind taking on that job. Was that clear enough, Honey? Or do you want me to demonstrate?” he suggested, and Neji moved. Fast enough that the naked eye would probably miss it, she had connected with three very vital Chakra points and the man immediately looked drained.
“No. I don’t think you are up to it. You look like you can hardly stand on your own two feet. You should go lie down, and get some rest, you poor man.” And she turned away, leaving the befuddled ninja to wonder at his sudden fatigue.
“Damn, fool idiots and their over inflated egos. I wish they would all just try to get some idea about how stupid they sound touting their abilities like it is some goddamned sex Olympics or something. Like they could win the hundred meter fuck-off.” Neji was mumbling as she arrived back in the room she shared with Shikamaru in the Kazekage tower. The three others watched her put her things away and listened to her continual litany of insults. “And they think they are so great that they can just suggest that to Me! Like I would have anything to do with low-life second-rate morons that don’t know how to properly suggest a little tryst with a pretty girl. Right!”
“Did one of my people have the audacity to think that you were pretty, Meneji? I’ll find out who it is and have his eyes examined immediately. To think, suggesting a matronly rounded thing like you was even remotely attractive. The very idea.”
“Don’t start with me, Gaara of the watermelon. At least I haven’t turned into a pumpkin over night. And as far as this idiot, he will be spending several days wondering why he can’t seem to get any chakra to his arms or legs, so I doubt his eyes will be of any concern to him.”
“You didn’t?” Shikamaru said, aghast and embarrassed. “Neji, that man may have been essential to the villages security. It isn’t right to put everyone in danger just because some ninja made an inappropriate remark.” He admonished her.
Neji sighed. “I suppose you’re right. But when he questioned your skills as a lover, I just couldn’t bear it. I won’t stand by and have someone call you such things.” She lied.
“He called me something? What did he say? Which one was he, I’ll tell him a thing or two about how to please a woman.” The genius Jounin said, rising from his chair causing Choji and Gaara to shake their heads.
“Never mind. It isn’t worth endangering the village, Shika.” Neji said, pushing him back down on the chair. She turned to the chuunin and handed him the beige cloth she had bought. “I thought this looked like the perfect thing for you, Choji. I hope you like it.”
Choji accepted it and stood holding it in front of him as he looked down its length.
“It’s perfect, Neji-kun. I love it. I was going to get something so that I could wear it when we come home in December. This will be just right. Thank you, Neji. Thank you very much.”
“Call it an early Christmas present. Now, what are we all up to tonight?” she asked dropping into a chair.
Gaara smiled and looked at his watch. “Temari and Nejiri had to see the Medic, but they will be done soon. I wanted to take everyone out to eat, if Meneji thinks I can fit through the door of the restaurant I chose.”
“You’ll fit fine on the way in, just be careful coming back out. I am starved, I can hardly wait. Is Temari’s new husband going to be all right with us?” Neji said, tilting her head in a conspiratorially way.
“Nejiri is one of our most trusted Jounin. I would dare say he is equal to your village’s special Jounin for that matter. He knows about this child, and the dynamics of the Jutsu involved. I’m sure he can be trusted with other cases of the same sort.” Gaara explained.
Neji nodded as she leaned back on the couch with her head pillowed on Shikamaru’s shoulder.
Temari and Nejiri arrived within the half hour and the group prepared to go out. Neji found the young man to be attentive to not only the needs of Temari but to her and Gaara as well.
His dark brown hair was cut in an explosion of spikes that seemed to flow back from his face like he was facing a stiff breeze and the only thing taming them was the Hitae-ate that bound them down. His face was marked in the way of his family with a similar type of tattoo to the one’s used by the Inuzuka’s and they were toned down in a deep maroon color to hide them better in the sand. He smiled in a friendly way and held the door as they exited the rooms to make their way to the waiting reservations.
Temari laced her fingers with his as they walked and the two shared a moment or two of private whispered conversation.
They were escorted to their table promptly and the meal was brought out quickly. Gaara was quiet throughout their time in the restaurant and Choji watched him intently.
They finished and when they left the others he turned to his lover.
“Gaar-kun. Is there something wrong?”
“No. I’m just tired. I am surprised that it hits me like this. I hadn’t slept in years and now I can’t seem to get enough. I am lucky that the demon is in agreement with this whole thing.”
“We both are. I love you, Gaar-kun.” The chubby one said as they reached their door.
“I love you too, Choji. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.” Gaara said, as they entered their home and closed the door behind them.

Choji entered the room and slipped off his robe to reveal his tan boxers below. He looked across the room to where the redhead was reclining in the bed, with the light blanket pulled up over his swelling midsection. Gaara was reading a scroll and when Choji lifted the blanket to slide between the sheets next to him, the Kazekage rolled it up and placed it on the bedside table.
Choji leaned in to place a quick kiss on his lips only to find himself held tightly around the neck by the firm grip of the other’s hands.
The Chuunin softly caressed the rise of his lover’s stomach and pushed the blankets away. He looked away from the deep green eyes to view the flesh under his fingers as they explored its shape and dimensions.
It actually was the size of a watermelon with the shape of an inverted pear. The narrow end seeming to fall to the sand ninja’s back and the base thrusting up to meet his ribs.
Choji’s fingers moved over the warm skin and his palm cupped the firm rise before they continued on to where it dropped back and molded into the Kazekage’s hips.
The Chuunin’s fingers slid into the soft auburn curls and Gaara gasped. His eyes fell shut and his neck arched to aid his overtaxed spine as he responded to the gentle fondling.
Gaara’s fingers threaded through long golden locks as he panted into Choji’s ear, his mouth only open enough to allow the quick movement of air between his lips.
Choji kissed a trail that began at the hinge of Gaara’s jaw and continued down to his quivering chin. His fingers continued to explore the depths of his transformed lover, sending electric charges through Gaara’s body and driving him closer to physical release.
Gaara’s fingers tightened as he pulled Choji closer and seemed to curl up around himself. His panting became quick gasps as he buried his head in the Chuunin’s shoulder and raised his knees.
Choji remained diligent, drawing from his lover’s body its full measure of sensations and sending Gaara over the top of his sexual apex.


:::Remember that even though he is physically a female for the duration of the gestation, nothing about Gaara says female. He is an imposing presence and a very masculine one at that.
Very rarely in this world do you find a man who could be so physically pretty and yet maintain such a manly aura. Gaara can never be spoken of as girly or feminine and this is why I refuse to use the words her or she when describing him in this story.
I am disturbed in life to find men who think that the only way to prove their masculinity is by brute force or sheer brutality. A strong presence and a secure balance can go along way in making the man.
Do not be fooled by a deep voice and a large build, a man is made up of the nature of his personality and a security in himself.
And that is Gaara.
Not a large burly physique but a strong presence.


Marielle – “A Youthful Explosion of Love???” Gods, I thought I was corny. But, can I quote that?? It sounds like the perfect thing for Gai to call out in the throws of passion, em, I mean The Youthful Throws of Passion!!!!

Vashta – No, I don’t intend for poor Itachi to go through life in the femme fatal mode. It was a learning experience and he is all done with it. Maybe. Now, as for a lemon, I don’t know if I am creative enough to even imagine that, much less write it, *shudder, * Let’s see what I did come up with and then you tell me if I did good enough.

In the meantime, I wonder if there are any of you out there that are keeping up with the Bleach storyline. I am thoroughly enjoying the anime and just hope that others are also. I even have a plot all planned for this site, when Ichigo finally gets back home. Nothing like this story, but there is a tall dark Seme man and a blushing Uke involved.
Go Yaoi!!! All the way!

The next chapter is Rokushou Aoi – And What is Your Power?