D/s Naruto

Chapter 63 (Monday 18 June 2007, morning)

When Shikamaru whimpered in his sleep, Gaara felt the first whisper inside of something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He watched Shika’s face as he shifted a little and saw pain flash over it. After carefully separating himself from the sleeping brunette, he softly touched Shikamaru’s unpierced nipple, just resting skin on skin. But even in sleep, and Gaara thought, maybe because he was asleep, Shikamaru’s pain from that lightest of touches was obvious in his face and the little sound he’d made. A touch on his balls, his anus, and his fading whip marks produced the same reactions although he was unaffected by any touch on his cock or buttocks. Gaara rose up, determined to get some anti-inflammatories in Shikamaru immediately. The thought of how he would feel to wake alone and in pain, however, made him pick up his sleeping lover and take him inside with him.

Shikamaru woke up, but Gaara told him, “Rest.” He took his hurting slave in the bathroom and had him force out his cum into the toilet as he got the things he wanted. He presented Shikamaru with pills and water, sprayed on pain spray that then let him smear on some medications without adding more pain. When he put Shikamaru down on the side of the bed he already thought of as belonging to him, Gaara kissed him gently. He felt that strange, almost new emotion struggle inside him and wasn’t able to move away from Shikamaru. He kissed him again and hovered over him, periodically leaning down for another kiss, until Shikamaru suddenly opened his eyes and stared up at Gaara. That energy, that perfect moment from yesterday morning spilled into the room driving away that little bit of guilt that had crept into Gaara and the doubts that had sprung up in Shikamaru.

“I love you,” they said together, and the energy between them seemed to flare and fill up the room. To both of them, the rest of the morning was almost dreamlike. Gaara went out for a run while Shikamaru slept, his phone and drinks and his laptop by his side. All were still untouched when Gaara returned. After cleaning himself, Gaara cleaned up the house, and made breakfast. He fed Shikamaru again, loving the soft whispers and licks and kisses that it involved. But he wouldn’t make love to him again, despite Shikamaru’s pleas. He used his mouth to pleasure him instead, and despite the fact he’d never given or received oral sex until two days ago, he was already devastatingly good for he had stamina, almost no gag reflex, and a very high pain threshold, not to mention an intensity that was in itself a potent aphrodisiac. When he looked up at Shikamaru with his exotic green eyes that always seemed rimmed with liner and eyeshadow, the fact that his mouth was stretched around Shika’s cock didn’t seem remotely submissive. It was almost as if he was a vampire, feeding on cum, not blood—a predator pinning and holding down his prey, feasting on him.

When Shikamaru woke again, Gaara was working on something on his laptop, earbuds in, focused. His Shukaku tattoo was on the arm closest to Shikamaru, his right arm, and Shikamaru studied it, curious.

Gaara looked over and said, “Meth. First time. Last.”

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. The story came out slowly, and after talking about Kankurou’s reaction to the tattoo when he’d bailed out Gaara, the talk slowly shifted to Gaara’s family. Shikamaru listened intently hearing both what was said and not said, seeing perhaps more clearly the relationship between the brothers—the unspoken love, the unspoken envy, fears, and doubts, and, of course, the spoken rivalry and friendship. More details about Saturday’s trip to get Shika’s things came out, and next Sunday’s family dinner came up. It didn’t seem likely that Shino would be there as Kankurou’s sub, although in front the Gaara’s grandparents doms and subs not only didn’t exist, but Deidara was a woman, and Temari’s lovers were merely girlfriends.

“Kankurou probably feels a bit embarrassed that he’s the only one not in a relationship or contract,” said Shikamaru slowly and sighed. “I’ll restrain myself from begging for sex when we’re there today.”

Gaara’s face twitched, and Shikamaru knew that Gaara was holding in at least a smile, if not a laugh.

“And I was worrying you might force me to service your brother and you together, but I guess I can stop that.”

“Wishing,” said Gaara, part of his mouth definitely twisting up and eyes showing laughter.

“Was not!”

“Liar.”

“Wrong!”

“Your cock says lying,” said Gaara.

“It’s saying I love you.”

“Nope,” said Gaara leaning over and touching the tip with one finger, “it says I want be abused, I want to be whored, I want to Master to use me in ways that terrify me.”

A huge drop of precum welled up out of Shikamaru’s cock, and he shuddered a little. Gaara smiled down at Shikamaru, and he moaned and pushed his cock up at him, surrendering.

The phone rang, and Gaara said, “Get it, little slut.”

“Gaara’s,” said Shikamaru in voice that did little to hide his sexual arousal.

He heard laughter on the other end of the phone. “Still alive, good. Can you move enough to play?”

“Yes, sir,” said Shikamaru.

“How many lashes of the whip?” asked Kankurou.

“Two, sir.”

“Hmmm. I think he loves you.”

“I know he does, sir.”

There was silence for a bit, and Gaara pulled the phone out of Shikamaru’s hand, saying, “Ready for us?”

“Yeah,” said Kankurou, and the brothers both hung up.

As Shikamaru returned the phone to its cradle, Gaara was already undoing his ankle cuffs. He undid the wrist ones and the collar, and they dressed. Shikamaru hesitated over his two swimsuits—a pair of loose baggy swim trunks and a tight black barely there “banana sling” before choosing the latter. He wanted to look his best for Gaara. When he turned around and caught a glimpse of Gaara’s tiny red swimsuit, he dropped his cargo pants and moaned, making Gaara smile at him again.

Shikamaru dropped to his knees and crawled over to Gaara, half whispering, half whimpering, “Master, Master.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“One lash, three if you don’t get up and dress now, slave.”

Shikamaru sighed but got up.

“Two.”

“I’m sorry, Master. You look amazingly hot in that suit.”

Gaara’s cock went hard, and he thought about trying to ride with an erection and Shikamaru clinging to him, for he had no intention of letting Shika take out his own bike this morning. He smiled again, saying, “Blow me.”

The cry of pleasure from Shikamaru, the speed with which he threw himself down at Gaara’s feet, made Gaara feel again that sense of wonder that Shikamaru loved him, wanted him, and didn’t fear him. He looked down, seeing the fading marks of his whip on each of Shikamaru’s shoulderblades, and he was glad that his brother and his sub would see that. This sexy little slut was his, all his. His fingers curled in that soft hair of Shikamaru’s, so different from the sticky, spike of hair he’d worn for years, and his feelings were suddenly so intense his chest hurt. Gaara’s grip in Shika’s hair tightened, and he began to thrust in wildly, letting lust push out the ache, letting himself once more hurt Shikamaru the way that he craved, forcing his kneeling sub’s brilliant mind, full of cold calculations and rapid predictions to fade away, so that Shika couldn’t think, couldn’t plot, couldn’t plan, and could only hold his mouth open and feel and taste.

When he came in that tight wet heat, Shikamaru looked up at him, his brown eyes full of love. And Gaara was tempted to just call Kankurou and tell him they weren’t coming. He also was tempted to stuff Shikamaru’s ass for the ride over, but he didn’t want his slave to be embarrassed at having to pull something out to play. A part of him knew that it was he, not Shika, that would be embarrassed, but it was a part that was currently unheard.


When they pulled into Kankurou’s drive, Shikamaru could feel Gaara’s nervousness in his body. They didn’t walk to the front door but through a side gate, into a cluttered area full of things treated casually, neglected, mostly all things that Gaara didn’t have. But Gaara had him, a slave who loved him, and Shikamaru wanted him proud and confident. And it was no lie to say he wanted Gaara to fuck him either.

“Master, will you fuck me first, please? I want you so badly, Master. Please, fill me with your cum before we go around the side of the house.”

Gaara stopped abruptly and spun around to look at Shikamaru. He looked cold, hard, and frightening, very much the Gaara that made everyone, even doms like Iruka, Itachi, and Zabuza nervous. At that point, Shika forgot his lofty goal of making Gaara feel good and was swept away by the thought of this frightening Gaara taking him with all the violence and intensity his look, claiming him, fucking him, using him, right here, right now. He fell to his knees, dropping their helmets and Gaara’s coat, moaning as he begged, “Please, Master, please.”

“One lash of the crop for each helmet, one for my coat, and one for being such a slut,” said Gaara.

Shikamaru began kissing Gaara’s boots, saying in between kisses, “I’m sorry, Master. I love you. You’re so sexy, Master, I can’t help but want you all the time.”

“And a paddling,” added Gaara pulling away, leaving Shika behind. He quickly gathered up the helmets and coats, following. Gaara’s walk was different now: more dominant, more dangerous, and, more sexual. Some subs at Uchiha’s called Gaara, “The Red Whip,” more for the blood he was notorious for drawing and enjoying than the color of his hair. Shikamaru shivered a little as he followed his Master, but it was from desire, not fear. He was so lost in wanting Gaara, sliding into subspace, that he had to struggle to force himself to note his surroundings and to look at Kankurou and Shino.

When Gaara’s feet stopped, Shikamaru dropped to his knees and pushed his head into Gaara’s thigh, kissing the cloth of his pants leg.

“Behave yourself, slut, or I won’t fuck you for the rest of the day,” snapped Gaara.

“Master, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” cried Shikamaru, scrambling back a bit from Gaara, his horrified dismay at the threat making Kankurou laugh.

“Take the helmets and coat, boy, and put them on the sofa inside,” Kankurou ordered Shino. “He’s pretty, Gaara. Can I have a look?”

“Strip and present,” ordered Gaara.

Shikamaru pulled off his coat and t-shirt while still kneeling, then stood and worked off his motorcycle boots. He pulled off his pants and swimsuit, then positioned himself in one of the commonest “present” positions—legs apart, chest forward, and eyes down with his hands clasped behind his lower back. His nipples and cock jutted out, showing his desire.

He held still as Kankurou walked around him.

“Hmm, nice. You want to play in suits or nude?”

“Nice,” said Gaara in a tone that made Shika’s cock jump.

“Hey, I got my own sub here, what do you want me to say?”

Shika fought a grin at the defensiveness in Kankurou’s tone.

“The truth,” said Gaara, his voice still sounding like bloodshed was imminent.

“Ok, he’s hot, he’s pretty, he’s obedient, and he doesn’t seem scared. He’d perfect for you. I prefer my doc here, but he’s really nice, damn it, I mean he’s a, well, he’s a great addition to the family, a prize. Happy?”

“Let me see him,” said Gaara, still a little resentment in his voice.

“Gaara!”

“We play nude.”

“Shall I strip and present too, then, Master?” asked Shino in a quiet voice that suddenly made the tension drop. Shika peeked a look and was stunned at the muscles and tatts on Shino. He stared at his feet trying not to feel inadequate or weak.

He only had a swimsuit to take off, and Shika watched Gaara’s feet circle those tattooed ones, rather stunned at the jealousy swirling in him. But Gaara then said, dryly, and as everyone expected, “Nice. Follow me Shika; I need you to put sunscreen on me.”

As Shika hurried after Gaara towards the French doors, he could see in their reflection, Kankurou embracing Shino, whispering in his ear. Then he followed Gaara through the living room to powder room just off the foyer by the front door. When the light came on, a little fan did as well. It was double the size of Gaara’s and didn’t even have a tub or shower in it. The huge mirrors made it seem even larger. But Shikamaru only had eyes for Gaara, who was pulling off his clothes.

“Find some sunscreen, some lube, and two condoms,” ordered Gaara.

They were all in the first drawer Shikamaru opened, and he before he could even turn to tell Gaara, he had grabbed one condom from the pile in the drawer and ordered, “Put one on, boy. I don’t want you spraying all over this fancy shit. Same position as last night, but you can come this time.”

“I love you, Master,” said Shikamaru.

This time Gaara lubed his fingers and prepared Shikamaru, quickly but thoroughly. “Look at me,” he ordered. And then when their eyes met in the mirror, nothing else mattered but the two of them. Gaara thrust in with a growl, and Shikamaru pushed back to meet him, crying out. It was fierce and fast. When the two of them finally reemerged outside, both covered with sunscreen, Shikamaru was limping and dazed.

But he slipped into the pool before either Kankurou or Shino noticed. Shino was lying on his stomach on a lounger with Kankurou kneeling on a towel by his side, bent over him. At the sound of Shikamaru hitting the water, Kankurou’s body straightened up and twisted a little. “Oh, go ahead, warm up or get some drinks if you want,” he said. “I’m still covering Shino with sunscreen.”

It seemed a little improbable as the sunscreen was lying about twelve feet away near the swimsuits Shino and Kankurou had been wearing when they had arrived. But Gaara just slid into the water without a word. There was pool with a naked Shikamaru in it. He’d never kissed anybody in a pool before or been kissed in one. And right about now seemed time to change that.

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