Kanky the Sitter

{{{::DISCLAIMER::}}}
I do not own the anime Naruto! I just use the characters for fan-fic fun ^-^
Besides..would Masashi Kishimoto really put Kankuro and Gaara in a situation like this???
..............maybe he would..............
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***Kanky the Sitter***
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'This...is absolutely ridiculous.' Gaara thought, wacthing his brother fight with Temari.
He could understand them fighting, sure. But why did he have to be tied to a chair? "He's perfectly grown! He had his 18th birthday like, two months ago!"
"It's just this once."
"Temari I am NOT baby-sitting Gaara!"
"WHAT?!" Gaara shouted, jerking his body wildly under the ropes that held him down. He was gonna kill Temari...Oooooh so that's why he was tied down. He realized this and stopped flailing. Damn, Temari could tie good knots.
"Oh, you'll do it." She said, tapping her fingers against her fan and glaring straight through him. "And if you abandon your post I will find out and I will take action."
"Whatever." Kank said. He knew he lost. Temari was stronger than Kankuro, and could even bring down Gaara if she got mad enough.
"Good, just make sure he doesn't sleep, you know the drill."
".....whatever."
'But wait..Shukaku was removed years ago.' The crimson thought to himself. 'She's up to something. Stupid brother, didn't you catch the mistake in what she said?'

He looked over at the kabuki's face. By the annoyed look on he wore, apparently not.
Kankuro watched his sister through the window as she walked away, and stayed there for 10 minutes after staring blankly out of the window. Gaara was his usual quiet self. He had something to keep himself busy anyway.

Kankuro go up and paced around the room.
'Damnit Temari..fuuuuuck.' he paced faster. 'Not good, not fucking good. Temari you do not know what you're doing to me. No, no, no, no...' He looked at Gaara, and images of a very erotic dream came back to him. He fely himself getting hard.
"FUCK!" he screamed, and threw himself on the couch, crossing his legs.

Gaara looked at him inquisitively, but didn't say a word. He was taking in the sight of his brother on the couch. He seemed nervous for some reason, and whenever he moved he winced.
'Must be an old would from training.' he thought, and continued to look at his brother's painted face.

Kankuro was desperately trying to think of something besides the dream, when he caught Gaara eyeing him.
"Fuck! Don't look at me like that!" He was glad he wore paint, he had blushed a little.
"Like what?" Gaara asked.
"So fucking...just don't look!!!" he said shakily.
'You sick bastard, Kank. You perverted fool.' Kankuro cursed to himself. 'Why does he have to be so addicting?!'

Gaara looked back at the blank wall and continued what he was doing.

After 12 more minutes it had not gone away, and Kankuro was having a very difficult time. He decided to chance it.
He got up and walked over to where Gaara was tied.

Gaara watched his brother approach, lowering his hood. When it looked like he wasn't going to stop and crash right into him Gaara spoke.
"What-?"
Bad move.
Kankuro braced himself on the back of the chair and pressed his tongue into his mouth.
Gaara's eyes widened in surprise at the foreign object.

'What the fuck is this!?' he thought. It was a completely new expierence for him. It was wet and weird. And strangley enough, it made him feel ticklish all at the same time.
He closed his eyes and leaned into it hard. He'd always been the one to take things rough, it made things exciting. They stayed like that for a while, ferverently making out until Gaara pulled away, nipping the kabuki's lip a little harder than to be playful.
He just loved hearing that small gasp escape from Kank as he bit, and managed to do it another time before Kankuro completely pulled away and looked in his eyes.
Gaara stared right back into them, the same expression he always wore plastered on. Except this time if you looked hard enough you could see the smallest shade of pink on his face.

Kankuro decended to his knees. He situated himself between Gaar's legs and leaned in again nipping a small trail down Gaara's neck, lightly running his fingers up his thigh with the hand that wasn't grabbing the back of the chair by the back brace rungs.
The flame could feel his breathing become slightly deeper, and he leaned into the kabuki's touch.
Kankuro lifted Gaara's shirt and traced his chest with his tongue.
Gaara twitched, he didn't know that place was ticklish too.

the puppet-nin kept the motion of his tongue steady and traced the lines of Gaara's pelivis with his fingers, lightly pressing his dull nails into the skin.
'I can't believe he's leting me go this far...when will he tell me to stop?' wondered Kankuro as he enjoyed the rare moment. Just to make sure he glanced up at his face..and almost lost it.
Gaara's head was slightly tilted back, mouth parted a little that inhaled deep and steady breaths. His eyes were closed and his face had a pink color that resembeled the shade of cherry blossoms.
No, didn't look like he had any problems with it.
'Well, I'll chance it.' He thought.

Kankuro unbuttoned Gaara's pants and coaxed out his member. The flame gasped at the touch, back arching under the bindings.

He experimentally licked the tip, gauging the other's reaction.
Gaara inhaled sharply at the feel of it, and mewled slightly.
'Good.' Kankuro laughed inwardly. 'So, he can be expressive, eh? Let's see what happens when I copy my dream..heh.'

Kankuro somehow managed to slip off his pants while remaining in contact with Gaara's skin.
He took as much of the length as he could into his mouth, simultaneously sliding a finger into himself. He closed his lips tight as possible and slid up to the tip, flicking his tongue over the tip.
"Ka...Kankur..o." Gaara panted.
'Geez, vocal eh? I didn't even start much yet.' He would've smirked if his mouth wasn't occupied.

He went down again and moaned as he slipped another finger into himself. The vibration caused Gaara to buck into it, and keen.
Kankuro couldn't stand in anymore, so what if he wasn't fully prepped?
He got up and straddled Gaara's waist slowly pushing the head of the erection into himself. Hearing his brother's gasp of surprise and soft moan only made him more imaptient. He wanted it, and now.
Grabbing the back of the chair to steady and brace himself, he pushed down and allowed the rest to enter him, grunting from the pain. It really hurt, it hurt like hell but felt just as good. He rested his head on the crimson's shoulder and allowed a minute to get used to the intrusion. He could feel his brother's short and quick breaths on his shoulder as he waited.
He could feel the flame move under him. "Hnh..impa..tient." He panted.
Gaara didn't say anything, but occupied himself with nuzzling into and biting his brother's neck.
Kankuro pumped up and down, needing no more encouragement. It was already more than he expected anyway, to go this far.

It didn't take long for him to be ready, but Kankuro held back. He wanted to see his brother go first. Every time he went down and felt the tip hit him in that certain spot he would see stars and almost lose it. His muscles kept contracting and making it hard to move. He wanted to scream it felt so good, but he just gritted his teeth focused all of his will in waiting just a little longer. Thankfully he was able to get what he wanted.
The Flame grasped his brother's back and moaned as his seed was released. Almost simultaneosly the Kabuki came finally letting out all he had been holding back.
He slid Gaara out of himself and sat back down like he was before. He leaned on his brother, hugging the back of the chair and was breathing heavily from the exaustion, face still a little flushed.
'Now what?' He asked himself. 'The dream ended here.'
"Hey." Gaara said, breaking his thought. Kankuro perpared for the worst.
"Put me back in my pants."
"Yeah, sure." Kank laughed. 'What a relief!'

He looked in the turquoise eyes as his hand made contact and put it away, and then got dressed himself.
"What are you going to do about this?" Gaara said looking down at the white mess on his shirt.
Kankuro blushed, once again happy for his face paint.
"Well I could al-"
"Cut it off."
"Oh..um, ok."
Kankuro went to the kitchen and returned with a knife. He cut the shirt off of Gaara and threw it away.
He walked to where he was origionally sitting and soon fell asleep amongst the silence. When Gaara was sure he was sleeping deeply he got up from his chair, the ropes breaking in the process.
He had cut out of the during the course of the time from when he was origionally tied up to just before Kank came over and kissed him.
He could've got up at anytime...he just didn't want to.

Outside Temari sat on the roof, laughing mischieviously.
Gaara stuck his head out of the window and looked up.
"Why did you make the ropes real, Temari?" he asked.
"Just some fun." she replied, holding back her laughter. "You know, you're a good acter. 'WHAT?!' she screamed, immatating him.

"I got what I wanted though." he said, and went to go shower.

'Hah..guess you did bro, from the way you moaned.' Temari leaned back on the roof and watched the clouds, she blushed when she heard the sound repeat in her mind.
'Geez kid, what are you doing to me?'

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A/N
HURRAY! SMUT! Kinda, this my first time writing it. Ah...it was fun to write. I don't know what possesed me to make it incest, but I just had to write it. Haha, tricky little Gaara. <333 Compliant Temari..^-^ lol this was kind of fun to write, actually. Maybe I'll make a sequel with TemXGaar...hmmm. Maybe. It didn't post exactly how I wrote it though..how strange.. Reviews appreciated!