A Matched Set
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Naruto › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,697
Reviews:
67
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Workplace Cont.
Author's Note:
Okay, so I kept getting the weirdest reviews, talking abbout how Gaara and Sasuke haven't met. And I was all like 'But they have...' So I checked the chapter, and it didn't all load. So here's the rest of 'Workplace'
It was chaos.
After spending two hours helping Ino-chan find her ‘missing’ files, (who had somehow managed to spread themselves throughout the entire saved office system, rename themselves, and multiply into a thousand copies. He didn’t even know.), he’d had to call Neji, tell him he’d come back, and make him promise to speak to Lord Uchiha Pants about rescinding his resignation.
Neji was happy, but overly inquisitive. Like a friggin’ bloodhound. Naruto demurely told him they’d resolved their issues (he left out the fact that they’d done it with their tongues.)
He was on his way toward Gaara, (slightly worried; the redhead did not strike him as socially adept), when he was waylaid by Kiba, who was stressing about finding a basement layout from 2005 that had never been scanned onto the computer.
After a quick (tedious) trip (literally) down two flights stairs (the elevator did not go that far, damnit) into the basement, they dug through three boxes worth of mildewing folders, only to discover it had been scanned to the computers, and the hard copy summarily destroyed. And, while doing heavy lifting and sneezing, Kiba told him of Sasuke getting cursed out by the janitor, in tones of high hilarity.
After the blonde had located Eduardo’s employee file, he sent an email to Sasuke (who he most infuriatingly still hadn’t seen) and received clearance, he called his wife, telling the beleaguered women he’d gotten her husband’s job back, had listened to her teary thanks, and fended off her attempts to marry him to her niece.
And on his way to check on Gaara, five and a half hours later, Sasuke’s voice rang through the office, arrogance clearly audible even over the intercom’s extensive network.
“Uzumaki. Come to my office now.”
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
Gaara blinked.
This place was pure pandemonium.
After Naruto had wandered off with his overpowering blonde friend, Gaara had expected to laze around, maybe read one of the romance novels on the tiny shelf by Naruto’s desk (sandwiched between architecture books and computer manuals, so as to be unnoticeable) or even catch up on some sleep.
Sadly, that did not happen.
It started with some loud pink-haired girl stopping by to chat for FORTY-FIVE MINUTES. ‘What’s your name, what happened to your leg, Are you a natural redhead, Are you related Naruto or just a friend, what do you do, how old are you, what neighbor hood do you live in, ON and ON and ON.
She left when his Glare-O-Meter was set to kill, instead of merely stun.
The Hinata had come over, blushing and stuttering, and had asked whether he was Naruto’s boyfriend.
He replied no.
She had looked at him carefully, head cocked to the side, then had asked whether he wanted to be, stuttering worse than before.
He replied yes.
She had smiled, beautifully and mysteriously, then wandered back to her desk. Later she brought him several tasty chocolate chip cookies.
So when she couldn’t find a case file that was due that day, Gaara had hacked into Naruto’s computer (the password was ram3n43v3r) and located the errant file.
Soon Kiba, a dark-haired boy who had been passing by, spotted Hinata’s excited and gratuitous jabbering and had headed over.
Gaara found three potential new land sites that had just opened up at his request, as Kiba was in charge of most new acquisitions. But mainly because Hinata seemed to like the idiot.
Kiba had thanked him profusely, and headed off. He then, apparently, opened his giant mouth and told the entire office about ‘Uzumaki’s whiz kid'.
He found two files Ino had lost the week before.
He found the location of a new Chinese restaurant the large guy named Chouji asked for (that one wasn’t hard at all, he mainly employed Google).
He found the New York Supreme Court rulings on wills and settlements for a drawling man named Shikamaru whose’ cousin was contesting his grandmother’s will.
He also found a carnival glass lampshade from the 1960’s for a creepy looking woman named Anko who had pinched his butt as she left.
It was then that Gaara decided he REALLY needed some alone time, so stood (wobbling a little on the bad ankle) and limped quickly for the lavatory.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO
He smiled softly.
Oh, thank god, it was finally quiet and cool. The bathroom was chill, but not icy, smelled brightly of lemon pledge and the gentle natural lighting pouring in through the wide windows warmed the otherwise impersonal blue walls.
He turned the corner, eyes slipping closed and head falling forward to rest against the wall. His ankle throbbed painfully and his head ached from the constant chatter of people and work and living.
“Oh, you must be Gaara, Naruto’s…cousin.”
Gaara turned slightly, eyeing Naruto’s boss (boyfriend) through weary slitted eyes.
The man before him was impeccably handsome, silky black hair cut in a fashionable style that fell just across the shoulders of his expensive suit framing a delicate yet masculine face. His dark eyes roamed lazily over the redhead, boredom and heat floating across the fresh tar, hands stuck deep in pants pockets, as leaned against the far wall arrogantly.
“You’re not really his cousin, are you?”
Gaara jumped, finally turning to face the brooding man, those gorgeous jade eyes widening comically.
He certainly wasn’t what Sasuke had been epecting. His hair was a vibrant garnet, the dim bathroom lighting tinting it darker. He seemed very young, body small and slim. Sasuke could probably tuck him under his chin. Young and innocent…
“You’re not just his boss, are you?”
Scratch innocent.
“No, I am definitely more than just his boss…Gaara-chan.” Sasuke stalked forward, lithe body still tense and predatory, hands deeply pocketed. His eyes burned as he saw Gaara back away from him unconsciously, lighting his eyes from within.
Beautiful.
“However the real question is…Gaara-chan…what are you, to him?”
Gaara swallowed hard, throat tightening at the soft hiss Sasuke’s voice had ended in, hoping his own voice wouldn’t waver as he answered. The black haired god before him gave off such a presence, wicked and dangerous, like a pet panther…
“Just friends…”
Sasuke smirked (the same one Naruto blushed at, though with slightly more malice) watching with pleasure as Gaara’s eyes gained a dazed look, those sweet, pouty pink lips parting softly. One hand left a pocket to trace the arched bow of that upper lip.
“As long as that’s how it remains…” He whispered, leaning close enough to smell clean skin and the soft scent of earth, rich and baked.
The boy nodded stiffly below him, back splayed against the wall, those pale turquoise eyes never leaving Sasuke’s face.
They stayed, poised like that for a minute, then Sasuke spun away, striding smoothly toward the door.
‘A pleasure, Gaara-chaaaan…”
He was gone, the slowly halting door the only sign he’d ever been there.
Gaara sank to the floor, eyes falling closed, as his head rested against the cool wall. He was so pissed and nervous and confused and…
He glanced down at his throbbing erection, feeling his breath catch again at the force and power in those dark eyes.
And…
A few moment’s later he felt the intercom click on, a coffee-rich voice heading over the air.
“Uzumaki. Come to my office now.”
Okay, so I kept getting the weirdest reviews, talking abbout how Gaara and Sasuke haven't met. And I was all like 'But they have...' So I checked the chapter, and it didn't all load. So here's the rest of 'Workplace'
It was chaos.
After spending two hours helping Ino-chan find her ‘missing’ files, (who had somehow managed to spread themselves throughout the entire saved office system, rename themselves, and multiply into a thousand copies. He didn’t even know.), he’d had to call Neji, tell him he’d come back, and make him promise to speak to Lord Uchiha Pants about rescinding his resignation.
Neji was happy, but overly inquisitive. Like a friggin’ bloodhound. Naruto demurely told him they’d resolved their issues (he left out the fact that they’d done it with their tongues.)
He was on his way toward Gaara, (slightly worried; the redhead did not strike him as socially adept), when he was waylaid by Kiba, who was stressing about finding a basement layout from 2005 that had never been scanned onto the computer.
After a quick (tedious) trip (literally) down two flights stairs (the elevator did not go that far, damnit) into the basement, they dug through three boxes worth of mildewing folders, only to discover it had been scanned to the computers, and the hard copy summarily destroyed. And, while doing heavy lifting and sneezing, Kiba told him of Sasuke getting cursed out by the janitor, in tones of high hilarity.
After the blonde had located Eduardo’s employee file, he sent an email to Sasuke (who he most infuriatingly still hadn’t seen) and received clearance, he called his wife, telling the beleaguered women he’d gotten her husband’s job back, had listened to her teary thanks, and fended off her attempts to marry him to her niece.
And on his way to check on Gaara, five and a half hours later, Sasuke’s voice rang through the office, arrogance clearly audible even over the intercom’s extensive network.
“Uzumaki. Come to my office now.”
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
Gaara blinked.
This place was pure pandemonium.
After Naruto had wandered off with his overpowering blonde friend, Gaara had expected to laze around, maybe read one of the romance novels on the tiny shelf by Naruto’s desk (sandwiched between architecture books and computer manuals, so as to be unnoticeable) or even catch up on some sleep.
Sadly, that did not happen.
It started with some loud pink-haired girl stopping by to chat for FORTY-FIVE MINUTES. ‘What’s your name, what happened to your leg, Are you a natural redhead, Are you related Naruto or just a friend, what do you do, how old are you, what neighbor hood do you live in, ON and ON and ON.
She left when his Glare-O-Meter was set to kill, instead of merely stun.
The Hinata had come over, blushing and stuttering, and had asked whether he was Naruto’s boyfriend.
He replied no.
She had looked at him carefully, head cocked to the side, then had asked whether he wanted to be, stuttering worse than before.
He replied yes.
She had smiled, beautifully and mysteriously, then wandered back to her desk. Later she brought him several tasty chocolate chip cookies.
So when she couldn’t find a case file that was due that day, Gaara had hacked into Naruto’s computer (the password was ram3n43v3r) and located the errant file.
Soon Kiba, a dark-haired boy who had been passing by, spotted Hinata’s excited and gratuitous jabbering and had headed over.
Gaara found three potential new land sites that had just opened up at his request, as Kiba was in charge of most new acquisitions. But mainly because Hinata seemed to like the idiot.
Kiba had thanked him profusely, and headed off. He then, apparently, opened his giant mouth and told the entire office about ‘Uzumaki’s whiz kid'.
He found two files Ino had lost the week before.
He found the location of a new Chinese restaurant the large guy named Chouji asked for (that one wasn’t hard at all, he mainly employed Google).
He found the New York Supreme Court rulings on wills and settlements for a drawling man named Shikamaru whose’ cousin was contesting his grandmother’s will.
He also found a carnival glass lampshade from the 1960’s for a creepy looking woman named Anko who had pinched his butt as she left.
It was then that Gaara decided he REALLY needed some alone time, so stood (wobbling a little on the bad ankle) and limped quickly for the lavatory.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO
He smiled softly.
Oh, thank god, it was finally quiet and cool. The bathroom was chill, but not icy, smelled brightly of lemon pledge and the gentle natural lighting pouring in through the wide windows warmed the otherwise impersonal blue walls.
He turned the corner, eyes slipping closed and head falling forward to rest against the wall. His ankle throbbed painfully and his head ached from the constant chatter of people and work and living.
“Oh, you must be Gaara, Naruto’s…cousin.”
Gaara turned slightly, eyeing Naruto’s boss (boyfriend) through weary slitted eyes.
The man before him was impeccably handsome, silky black hair cut in a fashionable style that fell just across the shoulders of his expensive suit framing a delicate yet masculine face. His dark eyes roamed lazily over the redhead, boredom and heat floating across the fresh tar, hands stuck deep in pants pockets, as leaned against the far wall arrogantly.
“You’re not really his cousin, are you?”
Gaara jumped, finally turning to face the brooding man, those gorgeous jade eyes widening comically.
He certainly wasn’t what Sasuke had been epecting. His hair was a vibrant garnet, the dim bathroom lighting tinting it darker. He seemed very young, body small and slim. Sasuke could probably tuck him under his chin. Young and innocent…
“You’re not just his boss, are you?”
Scratch innocent.
“No, I am definitely more than just his boss…Gaara-chan.” Sasuke stalked forward, lithe body still tense and predatory, hands deeply pocketed. His eyes burned as he saw Gaara back away from him unconsciously, lighting his eyes from within.
Beautiful.
“However the real question is…Gaara-chan…what are you, to him?”
Gaara swallowed hard, throat tightening at the soft hiss Sasuke’s voice had ended in, hoping his own voice wouldn’t waver as he answered. The black haired god before him gave off such a presence, wicked and dangerous, like a pet panther…
“Just friends…”
Sasuke smirked (the same one Naruto blushed at, though with slightly more malice) watching with pleasure as Gaara’s eyes gained a dazed look, those sweet, pouty pink lips parting softly. One hand left a pocket to trace the arched bow of that upper lip.
“As long as that’s how it remains…” He whispered, leaning close enough to smell clean skin and the soft scent of earth, rich and baked.
The boy nodded stiffly below him, back splayed against the wall, those pale turquoise eyes never leaving Sasuke’s face.
They stayed, poised like that for a minute, then Sasuke spun away, striding smoothly toward the door.
‘A pleasure, Gaara-chaaaan…”
He was gone, the slowly halting door the only sign he’d ever been there.
Gaara sank to the floor, eyes falling closed, as his head rested against the cool wall. He was so pissed and nervous and confused and…
He glanced down at his throbbing erection, feeling his breath catch again at the force and power in those dark eyes.
And…
A few moment’s later he felt the intercom click on, a coffee-rich voice heading over the air.
“Uzumaki. Come to my office now.”