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/*AN: Here's the present fic I promised for my 10,000 hits. It's Gaara/Naruto PWP And I mean PWP. Enjoy. */

*DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Naruto. If you have a problem with male/male content then you probably shouldn't read this story.*

Naruto hated sand. It was rough and course and it got everywhere(1). But right at this moment he could think of nothing better then the sand pinning his wrists together against the wall. It was helped along by the tongue that was currently assaulting his left nipple. Pale hands held his shirt up away from his skin to allow for the pleasure to continue.

“Ne, Gaara, let me touch you...” The whine he'd intended on using to his advantage, came out more as breathy begging. He could feel lips smirk against his skin, the the sharp pain of teeth as his punishment before the soothing lap of tongue heating the skin beyond comfortable. The blond was sure he would burst into flame.

Sand slipped against the skin of his ribs, rubbing raw and delicious as it took the shirt from the Kazekage hands. It was up over his shoulders, his hands momentarily released so his shirt could be discarded. There was nimble fingers at the top of the blond's pants. He groaned to encourage the other boy. This was far from the first time.

It began as lip service, in the literal sense. Meetings of the Hokage and the Kazekage were expected to conduct meetings to keep trade and shinobi flowing between the allied nations. They were rivals, Kyuubi and Shukaku hated each other after all. But in the old advice of, “Keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer” the tension between the two boys became unbearable and as Gaara stood to leave one day, it
snapped.

The blond launched himself unceremoniously over his desk at the red headed man's back. Every cuss he could think of flying from his mouth, only to be quickly silenced by pale lips crashing into his own. The rest went as to be expected; pleasure to be had by both boys. Moaning and screaming, thrusting and grinding. Naruto cursing the sand that endlessly got into his way.

So here they were again. This time in the city under Gaara's control. Sand not only present due to the Shukaku holder, but also simply what is brought in with the weather. A scowl crossed the blond's face, “Gaara, please. I hate the sand, you know I do. Let me touch you, lover.”

The sand fell and receded away from the two boys. The Kyuubi holder fell happily to his knees, lips meeting with Gaara's, gentle kisses to stem the heat passing between them. Naruto lifted the shirt from the red head's pale chest, and gifted the carved muscles with loving kisses, passing quick licks to follow quicker nips at nipples.

The groan from above him is what made it all worth it. All at once it was a pile of limbs and flying clothing. Naruto was going to sink into that welcoming heat today. Taking the position of power from Gaara in one of the rare times that the Kazekage allowed himself to be dominated. He reached for the buckles of pants slung around pale hips.

He made quick work of them, feeling his own loosened at his waist. He slid back, out of reach and smiled as he slid the fabric down over pale hips. His nose grazing the skin just after and inhaling deep, imprinting this amazing scent into his brain. This was his rival, his lover, his mate. This was where e belonged, at the side (or in between the legs of) his Gaara. His. And he was never one to share.

Sliding back up the now naked body, he graced the skin with kisses and nips, back to that slender neck. He eyed the fading bruise at the place where neck meets shoulder. He latched on, all teeth and lips and tongue. The Shukaku holder belonged to Naruto, the same as Naruto belonged to Gaara. He felt teeth and lips at his own neck. He loved this rough tender embrace they shared even when they didn't have the time to truly dote on one another.

It wasn't long before the blond was satisfied with his mark and pulled away from Gaara. He presented two slender fingers to soft lips. Lips that parted happily and sucked in the digits, they were laved lovingly with tongue and cheeks, soaked thoroughly with saliva.

With a breathy moan they were taken away and trailed down between spread legs, past where they were wanted most and behind. The red head moaned as his back arched up off the floor as a single finger was inserted inside.

“Na- Naruto...” He writhed as the blond sought that beautiful bundle of nerves he would use to send his lover to insanity and back. “Ah! Yes!” A smirk graced Naruto's face, he'd found it. He quickly inserted a second finger and began stretching. He intentionally missed Gaara's prostate only hitting every few in-strokes, driving his lover mad. Nothing made the Hokage feel more powerful then hearing this man beg.

“Ano...” The red head trailed off to a groan before taking in a deep breath and meeting blue eyes deep with his own nearly white ones, “Now. No more teasing.”

“Of course, lover.” The blond spat on his own palm and slicked his barely exposed erection. His pants were pushed just down over his hips. It made him feel deliciously dirty to make love to Gaara while he was still partially clothed.

He guided the tip of his hardness to Gaara's opening, “Are you ready?” He was graced with a nod. And he began to slowly push in, excruciating tightness and heat enveloped the head and he sagged with the effort of controlling his instinct to simply slam into the body below him.

Unnecessary restraint it turned out to be. Slender legs wrapped around his hips and pulled. He sunk into that heat in a moment and both boys froze in silent screams. Neither moving for fear of this deliciousness moving on or ending.

All at once it got better, Gaara moved under the blond, sending shivers of pleasure through his own body, as well as through Naruto. The Kyuubi holder began to move as well. Already resigned to their loving, giving, known rhythm. It was well practices and even more then known. It was love in it's purest physical form.

Pleasure zinged along nerves, sending colors and white across vision. Blue met near white in a half-lidded embrace and voices moaned in unison. Quiet groans quickly rose in volume as the blond masterfully rubbed that spot deep within his lover. Every time he hit it, the channel around him would constrict and send amazing sensation throughout his body.

It had been too long since the last time they had been able to express themselves like this and the peak approached much to soon for either man's liking. Gaara groaned out his lover's name as his back arched and his channel constricted. Orgasm touched every part of his soul and he clutched to the tan body rocking against him to keep from becoming lost in it. His seed spattered both the boys' chests.

That wet sensation in conjunction with the tightening around his center sent Naruto reeling over the edge. His body bowed and his hands pulled the red head's body down harder onto his shaft as he emptied himself into his lover. His seed was milked from his body by Gaara's own body coming down from it's high.

The lovers slumped together in a spent heap of muscle and tenderness. Slender hands stroked over uncoiled muscle, relaxing one another even more. Naruto's voice was the one to interrupt the silence, “Why do you have to live so far away?”

Gaara chuckled as he brought a blanket over their spent bodies with the gentlest hands of sand, a blanket over them, and lifting onto the mattress used to relax on during the long days and hard nights of Kazekage.

“You know what, Gaa-kun?” The scowl from the red head was almost audible at the nickname Naruto had so lovingly given him. “I hate the sand. I was wet from sweat and now I'm gonna be itchy and chaffed and it's all your fault.”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

Naruto sighed, pulling out of his lover with a bit of a hiss before snuggling closer, “Oh yeah, guess what?”

“What?”

“I love you.” A chaste kiss placed on Gaara's forehead was the last gesture needed to send both boys into a gentle slumber.

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