D/s Naruto

Chapter 53 (Sunday 18 June 2007, late afternoon)

Gaara was sitting at the table eating chocolate cake with vanilla icing and the last little bit of the ice cream. Shikamaru was putting the sheets in the washer, adding a little bleach.

“Hey, Master, why’s that show called Bleach? It’s cool show, but the name is fucking dumb.” Shika looked over at Gaara who just shifted his shoulders, indicating he didn’t know.

“Hmmm, do you have internet, DSL? I need it for work, so I’ll put it in and pay for it if you don’t have it,” said Shika coming over to sit down across from Gaara.

“Ummm,” said Gaara around his cake with a little nod, indicating the house had DSL, and Shikamaru went and got his titanium PowerBook and logged on. When Gaara finished eating, he went and put his dishes in the sink, making Shika turn around and leap up, saying, “Oh, Master, tell me when you need me. What can I get you?” Gaara just nodded his head an inch or so, meaning he needed nothing. But Shikamaru went and washed the plate and fork, putting them up. When he was done, Gaara had his own laptop and was in “his” chair near the door to the living room. Shika slid into “his” chair, the one closest to all the appliances and the back door. The two of them sat there contentedly working away on their laptops on the table that they had fucked on about an hour ago.

“I want you to take the week off,” said Gaara after ten minutes or so.

Shika looked up, tilting his head, considering it. After a bit he straightened his head and said, “If I work for about four or five hours tonight here, and maybe two or three hours a day during the week, I could do it. But I’d need to really focus and not be interrupted at all.”

Gaara just smiled and raised one eyebrow, as if to say, why would I want to bother you.

“So, Master, want to set up those times, now?” asked Shika.

“How about you work straight through from now, and I finish the laundry and make dinner?” suggested Gaara.

“I love you, Master,” said Shikamaru with a grin. “So what about during the week, what hours are my work hours?”

Gaara shrugged, saying, “Early evening? Tomorrow we’re going to Kankurou’s to play pool volleyball against him and a Dr. Shino something, his temporary sub.”

“Shino! Aburame Shino, the dog trainer? Frizzy hair with reflective glasses and covers himself up from neck to wrist?”

“Yes on the hair and glasses, but he was naked to the waist and covered with tatts of bugs and alien or Celtic things, like ropes all over him,” said Gaara. “And no dog. My brother handcuffed him and hauled him off to fuck.”

“Holy shit!” said Shika laughing. “I met him when I was with Asuma, and he still had his dog. We even went to a party at his place. He has an acre and a half with a damn pond over in the greenbelt. He was kind weird and creepy, but I didn’t peg him as a sub.”

Gaara just looked at him, and Shikamaru suddenly caught his breath. He never thought Gaara could or would sub either. Memories of the two times he’d fucked Gaara flooded him, and he hardened and licked his lips, opening his mouth to breathe. Gaara smiled, and Shikamaru let out a little, “Ahh,” feeling suddenly like the most important thing in the world right now was for Gaara to fuck him again.

“Work,” said Gaara.

“Please, Master,” said Shika sliding off his chair and going around to kneel at Gaara’s side. He licked Gaara’s thigh and looked up at him, pushing his erection forward.

Gaara put a hand down and caressed Shikamaru’s head, saying, “Please what, little pet?” His eyelids had slid half down, and the look he was giving Shikamaru—cool, enigmatic, assessing, confident, and dominant made Shikamaru moan a little.

“Please, please will you fuck me and let me come again?”

“No, you can’t come. But suck me off, now, Slave,” he ordered, turning his chair, revealing his cock too was now hard. “Your slutty little flirting has got me hard, so I can’t focus. Blow me, swallow my cum, and maybe I’ll consider letting you get off.”

“Master! Thank you!” cried Shikamaru, burying his head between Gaara’s legs.

“That’s it, suck cock, little slut. You took that big black dildo all the way up that ass of yours, that fucking slutty asshole of yours. And you loved it, you little whore. Yea, that’s it, all the way down to the balls. Fuck, you can suck cock! But that’s not what you like best. You like a big dick in your ass, fucking your gorgeous tight ass hard. Ahhhh!”

With that last cry, Gaara just threw his head back, closed his eyes, and let himself feel. While his soft dirty words had made Shikamaru feel so aroused, so needy, the sight of Gaara so close, so caught up in the pleasure from Shika’s own mouth, made him want to give. He sucked harder, loving the taste of Gaara’s precum, loving the feeling of his mouth and jaw stretching around him. He raised and lowered his head faster, letting Gaara’s cock push into his throat and then pulling up to breathe before forcing himself to take that dick deep in his throat again. His hands played with Gaara’s balls, and he hummed and tried to twist his mouth around his lover’s cock. He felt Gaara’s balls move under his fingers, and Gaara’s hands suddenly flew to his hair, gripping tight as he came.

Shikamaru thought in his mind, “Yes, let me drink you, Gaara, let me swallow it all, baby, I’ll suck it down all for you.” He gulped it down, wanting to prove his love for Gaara, for as much as he liked to suck cock, he preferred to have cum sprayed on him rather than swallow it. But swallowing for Gaara, doing anything for Gaara, just made him harder, more excited.

He looked up at Gaara’s face, longingly, wanting to see Gaara’s eyes, to kiss him, to give him everything. And those red eyelashes lifted, and his big eyes stared down at him. God! He would never get over the shock of those eyes—this was the color all the color contact-lense makers tried to imitate, what photographers created in Photoshop for models born less beautiful than Gaara. His eyes were the color of a sparkling tropical sea or a prized piece of greenish turquoise. And under that red, shocking red hair with that tatt, oh, god, that tattoo on Gaara’s forehead alone could get him hard, it was so hot.

Gaara moved Shikamaru’s head off his cock, bent down and kissed him, tasting himself in Shikamaru’s mouth. When he raised his head, Shikamaru whimpered at the loss and begged, “Please, please, Master, please, you’re so hot, so fucking sexy, I need to come, I’m close, Master. Please, anything, I’ll do anything you want to be able to come. Please.”

Gaara looked down at him, stroking his face. “You can come, but you can’t use your hands, except to keep your balance if needed. And you have to do it right here on the floor, right on my feet. If you can’t come without touching yourself, you don’t really need to come, now do you, little slut?”

“Master, Master, can I rub against your leg?”

“Like a dog or cat? Yea, if you want to cum that bad that you’ll ride my leg, sure,” said Gaara obligingly sticking one leg out in front of him.

Shikamaru, with a cry of thank you, knelt around the leg and rubbed his cock on Gaara’s calf, his arms clasped behind him. He looked up at Gaara’s face as he rubbed up and down that white leg, pleading with his face, showing his desperate need, his desire, his arousal. “Master, Master, I love you, I love you so much,” he grasped out, riding Gaara’s leg. And one of Gaara’s hands slid down to the ring in his nipple and tugged hard. He came with a cry, coming on Gaara’s leg, his head falling forward onto Gaara’s knee. He felt Gaara’s hands on his head, in his hair, on his shoulders, and playing with the collar on his neck. He sighed, deeply, happily, wanting to just fall asleep like this.

Gaara said, “Think you can get your work done now? Can you work in here with me cleaning and cooking naked, or do I have to cover my fucking hot sexy body?”

Shikamaru sighed and rubbed his cheek on Gaara’s knee, saying, “Well, it will be hard not to be distracted, but I think I can since it will mean that I can stay home with you without hysterical calls for me to come in to work and save the day.”

“What do you want for dinner?” asked Gaara, pulling a stand of Shika’s hair up in his fingers, twisting it around one finger.

“I don’t care. You can just make instant ramen for me. Make whatever you want, Master. No, wait, make something that will give you the energy to fuck me one more time before we go to bed, please?” said Shika, peeking up at him.

Gaara snorted, then went, “Hmpht,” and leaned back in his chair, saying, “I suppose I could fuck you again tonight, but I was thinking we’d go get your bike and just take a fast ride out on the freeway.”

“After the ride, then? You could fuck me after the ride,” urged Shika, “Doesn’t having that bike between your legs, all that power, that speed, excite you? It gets me going; that’s one reason I like to ride.”

“So your bike can be a substitute for not getting enough anal action?”

“Yea, I guess so. I’d go out on a fast ride and jack off when I wasn’t in a contract. When Neji forbade me to touch my cock, and I was horny, I’d stick a vibrator in my ass and go for a hard ride and then pull over and come in my pants.”

“Stupid fool for not forbidding you to come,” said Gaara.

“Yea,” agreed Shika.

“So you know, now that you told me that, you’ll have to have at least a buttplug in your ass on the ride tonight, don’t you?”

“Pretty dumb of me.”

“You’re not dumb, just pretty. Your ears are cute, and I love these gold earrings, my pretty one,” said Gaara touching them with his fingers.

“Master!”

“What?”

“Please don’t call me pretty,” said Shikamaru pressing his face into Gaara’s leg.

Gaara laughed, “I doesn’t matter if I do or not, you still are to me. When I saw you naked under the shower for the first time, I though of how you looked like kidnapped pirate booty, a pretty treasured toy.”

“So that’s why you gave me those safewords, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” said Gaara his voice a slow caress. “I’d like to put a ring in your belly, a ring with a little dangling thing on it, so I can watch it shake when you get excited. Maybe I should get some little pearls to hang on your earrings, your nipple ring. They’ll shake and fly around when you toss your head and breathe deep, like you do when you beg to be fucked, when you want it so bad you can’t keep your body still.”

“But, Master, I’ll look stupid, girly, if I wear pearl earrings. Please don’t make me wear them. And can I have a collar I can wear to work and not look like what I am? Not a lot of people are really comfortable with a guy that wears a leather bondage collar. I got the worst looks when I was out at the grocery store.”

“You deserved that,” said Gaara, a little anger in his voice. “But yea, we need to pick out a collar. I guess I could take a little bit out of the shower chain for you to wear outside the house. No, that’s even kinkier really.”

“My first collar from my master,” said Shikamaru in a dreamy voice. “Every time I use that shower, it makes me shiver with the memory. No one should be so good at sex their first time, Master. You’re a genius. Oh, god, can you imagine what you’ll be able to do to me when you’ve been fucking me for a year, for five years? Oh, Master, oh, god,” said Shika, now hard and pushing his cock into Gaara’s leg again.

“Bad, bad boy,” said Gaara, “Up on my lap, naughty boy. You’re supposed to be working, not rubbing off on my leg a second time. You need a good spanking now. You can come if you’re such a slut that a spanking gets you off,” he added in a kind, thoughtful voice, as if wondering just how slutty Shikamaru was.

Shikamaru was just that slutty.

He slid off Gaara’s, lap his ass bright red, and knelt with his head in Gaara’s lap again. Gaara fiddled with the leather collar around his neck, his hair, as Shikamaru tried to recover from coming twice in such a short time.

“Gold, your collar to wear outside, actually all the time because it can be worn with this one, will be gold, gold like the rings you wear. Maybe a doubloon on it because you’re my booty,” said Gaara thoughtfully.

Shikamaru just made a sound in between a groan, a sigh, and a moan.

Gaara continued, “Naruto has some nice collars. I was looking at his website Saturday morning. We should look online and go see him.” But for some reason that speech upset Shikamaru, and he pulled off Gaara’s lap, starting to crawl away a bit. Gaara put a finger in the D-ring at the back of the collar and held him. “What is it? Tell me.”

“Nothing, Master,” said Shikamaru.

“Don’t lie, or I’ll take you out to the sand all sticky like this and force it out of you,” said Gaara.

Shikamaru sighed, saying, “It’s stupid, it’s irrational. I’m just jealous because you were looking at Naruto’s website, looking for him on Saturday, wanting him not me when I met you at the fountain.”

“I don’t want Naruto,” said Gaara. “I was just interested in him and Sasuke because they had weird sex that confused me.” After a little moment, he added, “But I understand it now.”

“Wait a minute,” said Shikamaru coming back, crossing his arms on Gaara’s lap, and resting his head on them, tilted up to look at Gaara’s face. “You watched them have sex?”

“I worked in the monitor room,” said Gaara.

Shikamaru thought about that and remember Gaara saying how he broke into Uchiha’s locked files. “Oh my god, did you watch me with Neji?”

“You looked good in your little maid’s outfit,” said Gaara. “Do you want me to buy you some heels and dresses?”

“Dammit, no! Oh, sorry, Master, I’m not pissed at you. That was just one thing Neji did to try to break me. It was more annoying and pathetic than sexy, I thought. But if it turns you on, really turns you on, you can dress me however you like.”

“I’ll remember that,” said Gaara.

“So what was the weird sex that you didn’t understand at first, Master?”

“I’d never seen people switch dom and sub so fast like they did or call out each other’s real names, not Master and boy or slut. But now that I understand love, it makes sense. They love each other because when you are in love, just taking or giving alone isn’t enough, you want to do both. And the name, the name of the one you love, is more arousing than anything else,” said Gaara, adding after just the slightest pause in a sensual, slow voice, “Shikamaru.”

Shikamaru shivered and shut his eyes for a minute. Then he asked in an equally sexy voice, “Does it arouse you when I call you Gaara, Master?”

“Yes. You can always call me Gaara if you want. I like Master on your tongue, but I love the sound of my name better.”

“Gaara,” said Shikamaru. “Gaara.” And Gaara’s cock hardened, the way it hadn’t even when spanking Shikamaru and watching him come. It occurred to Shikamaru that it might just have been too soon for Gaara to harden after the blow job when he was spanked, but the thought that Gaara’s name from his mouth was more arousing than giving a naked slave a spanking made him feel like swooning with love. He could feel himself getting a goofy, excessively happy grin on his face.

“You were jealous of Naruto,” said Gaara, as if that concept was still foreign and confusing to him.

“I don’t want anyone to steal you away from me, Gaara,” said Shikamaru, idly playing with Gaara’s erection, rocking it back and forth, letting his fingers comb at the bright red pubic hair around it.

“No one has ever tried to steal me or wanted me,” said Gaara.

“That’s not true! I wanted you, but I was scared. I’ll bet a lot of people wanted you and just were too scared to come close. They didn’t realize that you are prickly on the outside with a soft, juicy center,” said Shika, leaning in and licking the tip of Gaara’s cock like a popsicle. “Yummy, yummy, Gaara,” he added. “And they are going to be after you now because I’ve proven you’re safe. And because I am so, so satisfied that they’ll know that you are a sex god. And they’ll see the way you look at me and want, no, crave, you to look at them that way. You’re going to have people throwing themselves at you.”

“So collar me, too, mark me as owned, as yours,” said Gaara.

“I can’t collar you!” gasped Shikamaru, shocked.

“A bracelet, a ring then?” asked Gaara thinking Shikamaru meant it would cost too much.

“My master, my owner, will wear my collar too?” said Shikamaru, standing up and maneuvering on to Gaara’s lap, straddling him, despite the ankle chain, by bending back his legs. He was still soft, having come twice, but he rubbed up against Gaara’s erection, his hands stroking Gaara’s neck.

“Yes,” said Gaara, and Shikamaru groaned and began to lick at Gaara’s neck, sucking, biting.

“Wait,” said Gaara.

“What?”

“Let me take off that chain and lube you, so you can ride me,” said Gaara.

“Gaara, Gaara,” said Shikamaru, pushing back his laptop and sitting on the table, presenting Gaara with his ankles. Gaara spun the combination on the tiny padlock and undid the chain, so it just hung from Shikamaru’s left ankle. But instead of going for lube, the brunette just moved over Gaara, pulled apart his asschecks and sunk down.

“I lubed myself after I cleaned out all the cum and ice cream,” whispered Shikamaru. “After all, a guy can hope.”

“Bad, bad boy,” said Gaara, “My naughty Shikamaru!”

And he was soon moaning, enjoying every bit of Shikamaru’s naughtiness.

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