Everything He Ever Wanted

Sango: SMUT! SMUT!SMUT! AND MORE SMUT!

i just have to apologize for taking forever with the uploading.
so what better way of apologizing than with SMUT! and lots of it

on with the show!

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For a whole seven days Gaara felt like the Worst Human Being. None of the other band members spoke to him at length—only when it was absolutely necessary and for brief periods of time. And worst of all, Naruto hadn’t kissed him since last Saturday. He felt so unsure that Naruto didn’t hate him; that he’d said those things only to make him feel better. Saturday night, after rehearsal, Gaara went home earlier than usual after saying a quick goodbye to the other players. They barely acknowledged him, nodding in his direction in dismissal. He completely missed the torn look on Shikamaru’s face.

Alone in his apartment, with only the company of his cats, Gaara sulked. He hated sulking. He turned on the T.V without seeing it; his beer wasn’t as tasteful as it usually was. His cats were attuned to their master’s feelings and were trying to comfort him, by meowing, licking his fingers, his cheeks, purring, and trying to get him to pet them, that always cheered him up. Nothing.

His cell phone rang. Gaara looked at it and was surprised to see Naruto calling him.

“Hello?” Gaara answered unsure.

“Gaara-kun, are you busy tonight?” Naruto asked in a barely contained excited voice.

“Not really, just me and my cats.” Gaara said, perplexed as to why Naruto was so excited. He could hear muffled arguing in the background, Naruto probably put his hand over the receiver, with more than one person. After a while, right when Gaara was about to ask what was going on, Naruto got back on line, his voice bubbling with excitement.

“Okay, I’m coming over.” With that, he hung up, leaving a shocked Gaara with the phone on his ear.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on Gaara’s door. Gaara was a little surprised. Shaking his head, he rolled his eyes. Typical Naruto: too much sugar makes the vocalist hyper. Gaara went to open the door and was almost barreled down as Naruto threw open the barely open door and glomped him.

“Oh my God, Gaara I missed you so much!” Naruto said, the words muffled as they were said into Gaara’s neck.

“But you saw me a few hours ago.” Gaara said perplexed. Naruto laughed, stepping back to look at his face.

“No silly. Do you know that I’ve been trying to avoid you?” Naruto asked. Seeing Gaara’s eyes sadden, he grabbed the younger man’s wrist as he was trying to turn away stopping him. Gaara looked at him surprised. Naruto turned his wrist over turning the hand palm up, kissing said palm then every finger individually. Gaara’s eyes were glued to Naruto’s who was now guiding the guitarist to the couch. Once seated, Naruto straddled Gaara’s lap, facing him and spoke.

“I was trying to avoid you so that I wouldn’t rape you.” He said. Gaara’s breath quickened, coming in short shallow gasps, his hands grasping Naruto’s hips tightly.

“Gaara, breathe.” Naruto said sternly, not wanting the guitarist to pass out before getting to kiss him. Gaara took a deep breath—

“Oh, and about that dream of yours; I already told the others... are you okay? Oh my god, I don’t know CPR.” The vocalist began to tell him the good news but then began to panic as he saw his friend turning blue. Naruto ran to the kitchen as Gaara fell off the couch in a coughing fit. The vocalist got him a glass of water, the contents of which Gaara downed in short gulps getting back on the couch, trying to catch his breath. (Seriously, Gaara loved Naruto, but if he were ever dying, he wouldn’t trust the vocalist to drive him to a hospital!)

“Now, I don’t want you to freak—” too late –“ but the guys told me to seduce you so that when you’re ready, they can come in and make your dreams come true—literally.” Gaara stared at him as though he had a third eye and was debating whether to kiss him or kick his butt.

“But then why are you telling me?” Gaara asked wary yet excited.

“Because I know you best and you’d probably go catatonic on us and die with an erection—now that would be hilarious!” Naruto stated a little too truthfully for Gaara’s piece of mind (except for the whole die-with-an-erection-thing). He took a moment to digest this information and, taking a deep breath, soon realizing he was much calmer than he thought he’d be, asked the question that had been plaguing his dreams.

“Are you going to seduce me now?” he asked somehow with no trace of hesitation or embarrassment.

Naruto’s eyes flashed. He liked this side of Gaara. Naruto walked over to him and sat astride the guitarist’s lap. He leaned forward until their lips touched and began directing the kiss. After a minute, Gaara really got into it and bean dominating the kiss. Naruto always thought Gaara would be uke, but if he was this dominating in kissing, he had to be seme.

‘So much for me raping him.’ Naruto thought a little saddened, but then Gaara’s talented hands were on him and he couldn’t wait to get pounded into the wall if need be by the guitarist.

Gaara’s hands trailed over the vocalist’s lithe body, small but far from weak, yet there was a softness to it that made Gaara curious to touch more as he slid his hands beneath Naruto’s shirt. Naruto broke the kiss, taking in gulps of air, his body heated impossibly fast. He gasped as Gaara’s calloused thumbs ran over his nipples and arched his body to get more. The vocalist took in a deep, steadying breath, trying to reassemble his thoughts. He ran his hands down Gaara’s body, quickly fumbling with the guitarist’s belt unfastening the zipper in a hurry to feel the pulsating hardness he felt against his thigh. Gaara gasped as his scorching length was met by cold air. Naruto looked down between them and gasped at the sight of Gaara’s aroused member, already rock hard in his grip.

‘We’re going to need a lot of lube.’ Naruto thought excitedly.

Naruto began stroking Gaara’s engorged length in slow movements, making the guitarist moan and close his eyes.

“It’s been too long.” Gaara whispered so low Naruto barely heard him. And it was true—Gaara wasn’t one for casual sex and he didn’t like relationships. The last relationship, and therefore sex he’d had, was over seven years ago. Naruto didn’t know how he did it—he himself would go mad if he didn’t have sex for more than a week.

Naruto stroked the engorged cock faster, running his thumb over the head, lightly digging his nail into the slit that was already leaking beads of pre-cum.

“Naruto.” Gaara gasped. “I don’t think I’m gonna last…much longer.”

“It’s okay, Gaara-kun.” Naruto whispered in his ear, his breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh making the man beneath him gasp. Naruto bit the earlobe, sucking on one of the multiple piercings.

“I want to see you writhe and arch beautifully for me. I want to see just how hot you really are.” His strokes quickened in pace as he tightened his grip on the pulsating member.

“Cum for me.” Naruto whispered huskily in his ear, biting the lobe, dragging his nails along Gaara’s length, the pleasure/pain being too much too soon. With a long groan and an almost vice-like grip on Naruto’s hips, Gaara thrust his own hips forward, shivering violently as he came, spraying his white-hot seed on Naruto’s hand and both their pants. The guitarist’s body sagged from the released pressure and he leaned forward, resting his head in the crook of the blue eyed man’s neck, and Naruto could swear he heard the cat lover purring.

After catching his breath, Gaara finally got the courage to look Naruto in the face again. He was about to apologize when his head was thrown back on the headrest of the couch as Naruto devoured his lips, piercings and all, in a torrid kiss. Naruto wiped his hand on Gaara’s jeans and got up, as he began to quickly unbuckle his pants. Gaara was blown away when he realized that Naruto wasn’t wearing any underwear. If he had known before….

“You don’t have lube, right?” Naruto asked, looking around the room for something to help smooth the …process. Naruto was no virgin, but he wanted to be prepared. Gaara blushed a deep crimson, but shook his head to signal ‘no’, already growing hard at the sight of Naruto naked and looking for lube to have sex. He moaned at the thought of hot flesh squeezing around him and not a hand.

Naruto couldn’t find lube, which wasn’t surprising for man who hadn’t had sex in seven years and had never had gay sex. So it was up to Naruto to introduce Gaara to the wonders of gay sex. In a moment of inspiration, Naruto all but ran to Hitsugi’s small kitchen, coming back with a small bottle of virgin olive oil—how precise—and a condom; no one was going to get pregnant, but they still had to be safe. Naruto knew he was clean, and while he didn’t want to doubt his friend, he still had to take the test—all the other band members were clean, Naruto had forced the test upon them.

“Seeing as how you don’t have lube, we’ll have to improvise. And for your first time, I’ll prepare myself and if you really like it and want to do it again, you can prepare me next time and maybe, you know, I could prepare you.” Naruto flushed, sounding hopeful. Gaara’s face was so red, the vocalist thought he would faint. After a few minutes of Gaara getting his breathing under control and his heart rate down to a safe level, Naruto continued with his plain: get laid. (Well at least that’s what it boiled down to.)

Naruto opened the olive oil bottle and coated two fingers thoroughly—it was almost as good as lube. He didn’t need more than a minute of preparation; he wasn’t virgin tight anymore—especially not after having Shikamaru fuck him constantly (the man was lazy, but he saved all his energy for sex, and boy was he insatiable). After finishing preparing himself, Naruto looked over at Gaara who was practically salivating. He walked forward and touched Gaara’s cheek with his other hand, loving the loud groan that escaped the guitarist’s throat.

“Fuck me.” Gaara said. Naruto misinterpreted his meaning, because he said,

“For your first time, you’ll be taking me.”

“Then get over here.” Gaara growled, grabbing Naruto by the hips and forcing him forward, all but throwing him on his lap.

“Slow down Gaara-kun.” Naruto said hastily sheathing Gaara’s arousal in the condom, not at all meaning what he said, wanting to get fucked then and there. Naruto sat astride Gaara’s lap, facing him. He reached behind himself and aligned Gaara’s now rock hard cock with his hole. The guitarist groaned as he felt the heat surround his member impossibly tight. He grabbed Naruto’s hips, slowly sinking him onto his member, trying to help the vocalist, by not letting him get hurt, and also helping himself; he didn’t want it to end too soon but it was too new. Naruto hated how slow Gaara was going: he wasn’t a virgin dammit!

Naruto grabbed Gaara by the shoulders, balancing on his legs as he tried to ram himself down; have the redhead balls deep inside.

“Slow down.” Gaara warned in a tight voice. He lifted Naruto up and set him back down frustratingly slow. Naruto leaned in, biting Gaara’s earlobe hard, whispering,

“Dammit, Gaara, fuck me hard, I’m not a fuckin' virgin.”

Gaara whimpered, hips thrusting up at every curse Naruto uttered, only making him curse more, each curse answered with a moan, groan and thrust. Naruto swiveled his hips just as Gaara thrust up and the vocalist yelled as his prostate was hit directly. Maintaining that angle, he slammed down as Gaara once more thrust up and almost came.

“Right there, right there…” Naruto chanted. “Harder!” he commanded and was rewarded by having his prostate hit on almost every thrust. Naruto fisted his own erection and pumped in time to the erratic thrashing of their bodies. With one final thrust, Naruto orgasmed, shooting strings of white seed over his hand and Gaara’s stomach and chest, his muscles clamping impossibly tight around Gaara’s member, making the guitarist cum, filling the condom with his seed. Gaara rode his orgasm, waves of pleasure rushing over him as he slammed his hips upwards a few more times inside the still-too-tight entrance, burying his face in his best friend’s neck, shivering fiercely.

Naruto fell against him, his muscles turned to jelly and Gaara fell back with the extra weight, limp and sated on the couch, extracting himself from the vocalist but pulling him into a tight hug.

“Thank you.” Gaara whispered, a contented smile on his face. Naruto laughed, punching him lightly on the shoulder.

“You’re such a woman. I swear you are definitely uke.” Gaara chuckled, loving to hear that Naruto still had a sense of humor after everything happened.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Gaara flirted, now completely at ease and no longer as embarrasses as before. After a few moments of catching their breaths, Naruto pulled back and looked him in the eyes, a serious expression on his face before he spoke.

“I’d love to, but we have to speak seriously Gaara.”

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is this a DUN DUN DUN moment?

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