Anything and Everything

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~Anything and Everything~

He was always bolder in his dreams. Free from the fear, the anxiety, the sheer terror of rejection, he hadn’t hesitated to lean into Uzumaki’s touch. It felt warm, comforting, and sent a thrill through him he hadn’t expected. He leaned into that touch like a cat wanting to be stroked.


Uzumaki seemed surprised by his reaction. Bright blue eyes widened in confusion. He opened his mouth to say something, but Gaara placed fingers over his mouth. “Please keep touching me.”


Those blue eyes widened for a moment before relaxing into something darker. Something in his belly coiled at the look of hunger in Uzumaki’s gaze. Uzumaki didn’t question him then, but simply drew a warm callused hand over his cheek.


It felt strange to be touched without a layer of sand protecting him. He felt sensitive to each brush of skin or each rustle of fabric rubbing against him. Uzumaki’s hands roamed from his cheek down to his shoulders. He kneaded them a bit, leaning in before pulling away. His cheeks looked flushed, his eyes a bit pained.


“Gaara?”


“Hrm?”


“Where? Where can I touch you?”


Gaara closed the gap between them. He rubbed his cheek against the fabric of Naruto’s jacket. It felt slightly rough and a bit scratchy, but he enjoyed the texture.


“Anywhere,” he sighed. He tilted his head up, nose just bumping into Naruto’s chin. “Everywhere.”


Naruto let out a shaky breath. He tipped up Gaara’s face to his and roughly pushed their mouths together.


The sensation was foreign to him: the feeling of soft flesh pushed against his own. He felt a tingling sensation in his mouth; a slight wetness slid along the ridge of his bottom lip and then forcefully pushed his mouth open. He didn’t resist, but only sighed a little when he felt Uzumaki’s tongue push its way into his mouth to stroke him on the inside. It was wet and smooth and surprisingly delicious.


He opened his mouth wider, trying to push himself closer to Uzumaki’s warmth. His tongue tentatively wiggled a little against the underside of Uzumaki’s. His efforts were encouraged when Uzumaki’s tongue seemed to wrap itself around his. Gaara concentrated on the frictions being created. He enjoyed the weight and texture of another tongue wiggling against his. Uzumaki tasted salty. The faint taste of miso lingered like an after taste.


Uzumaki pulled his mouth away and Gaara found himself chasing that mouth, not willing to give it up. Naruto drew in a deep, shuddering breath, his hands gripping Gaara’s shoulders a little tighter. Gaara licked at his top lip and reveled in the way he could feel Uzumaki tremble against him. He licked again, slower, feeling rough lips part just a bit further. He slipped in his tongue, sliding it along that slippery pink muscle. He enjoyed the smooth thickness of it.


Naruto moaned against him, his hands sliding down Gaara’s arm and gently guiding his arm up to his shoulder. Gaara understood, wrapping his arms around Uzumaki’s neck. His breath caught when hands slid down his back down to massage his hips. Gaara pushed himself onto his toes to encourage those hands to go lower.


Gaara pulled his mouth away, giving a small lick to the side of Uzumaki’s red, swollen lips and ghosted his mouth over the faint whisker lines striping his cheeks.


“Can I… touch you?”


Naruto’s hands grabbed his ass, forcing their hips to crash roughly. Gaara could feel Naruto’s need. He could feel it pushing harshly into his hip. Gaara’s fingers quickly unzipped the black and orange jacket and pushed fabric off of broad shoulders. To think, Naruto had once been smaller than him.


Helping Naruto shrug out of the jacket, Gaara’s hands slid over the mesh shirt. He could see Naruto’s muscles quivering, the demon seal standing out boldly, even through the mesh. Gaara slid his own hands over Naruto’s hips and bucked up.


“Does that mean yes?”


Naruto growled. Pushing Gaara away roughly he grabbed the neck of his mesh shirt and ripped it apart. Gaara smirked. Uzumaki had always been hasty. Unzipping his pants, he dropped everything to his ankles before looking directly at Gaara with an almost feral look.


“Anything and everything.”


Gaara licked his lips. He descended upon that flushed bit of flesh like an oasis in the desert. If it wasn’t a dream he would have been ashamed of his own eagerness. But in this state, he felt empowered. He could do anything. That included making the great rokudaime gasp and moan from a mere flick of his tongue. And moan he did. Gaara took the warm digit into his mouth, feeling the weight and texture of it against his tongue. He almost liked it as much as kissing, only Naruto’s penis was hardly as flexible as a tongue. But judging by the blond’s careening and the hoarse moans floating in the air, Naruto seemed to enjoy it more this way.


Or so he thought. But Naruto pulled himself away, sighing a bit harsher when Gaara’s teeth accidentally scraped against him and pulled Gaara up to his feet.


“I want to touch you. I… I need…”


But Gaara merely nodded. Calmly, he began to undo the series of buckles on his overcoat. Naruto watched with lidded eyes as Gaara got down to the mesh shirt he wore underneath. He felt Naruto’s hands upon his chest before the mesh was completely over his head. He could feel Naruto’s tongue against his nipples before the shirt hit the floor.


Gaara’s arms slid down to rest upon Naruto’s shoulders. His head thrown back, he pushed his chest up towards that waiting mouth, raising himself like an offering. He growled when Naruto’s mouth trailed south, stopping at his pants and tugging at the edge. Naruto undid the top button and yanked his pants down roughly. Gaara shuddered at the feel of them pushed so roughly over his arousal.


He did more than shudder when Naruto’s breath hit the tip. His knees grew weak when he felt that warm mouth take him.


As much as he considered himself a quiet person, he didn’t mind letting himself go in his dreams. He whimpered, he moaned, and he even cried. Oh, did he cry. So much pleasure… how could he not? The rokudaime of Konoha was a fierce and deadly shinobi. Gaara could die from the pleasure and he’d come back in the next life begging for the same.


A hand massaged his testicles, one finger slipping behind to rub the sensitive flesh there. Gaara was surprised to hear his own voice ask for more. A finger rubbed at the puckered entrance, setting Gaara’s nerves afire.


He gasped when Naruto’s warm mouth left him and cool air hit his shaft.


“I want you.”


Gaara’s eyes locked onto lustful blue. Blue irises began to bleed red at the edges and Gaara understood.


“I want to know what you feel like… inside.” Uzumaki’s voice trembled a little. Is that how lust sounds? Gaara pondered. “Please…?” his eyes pleaded for him. Gaara knew better than to argue with a fox. Not that he’d want to.


Guiding Uzumaki’s hand to his mouth, he took two digits into his mouth and sucked.


“Like that?”


Naruto growled. “Don’t tease me.”


Gaara let go of his hand. Stepping out of his pants he dropped onto all fours, sticking his ass up into Uzumaki’s face.


“Who said I was teasing?”


Gaara’s eyes slid shut under Uzumaki’s sudden barrage of nips and wet kisses. His body threatened to come when a wet tongue slid its way between his cheeks. A probing tongue circled his entrance before pushing against him. Gaara tried to shove himself against Uzumaki, trying to feel more of that sinful pleasure, but Uzumaki held him still.


He stiffened a bit when a warm tongue was replaced with a slick digit. He kept himself relaxed, but even then it felt a bit strange. Not painful… just strange. Another digit was added and this time Gaara felt a bit of pain lance up his spine. He sucked in his breath, trying to make his body relax. He groaned when he felt another hand slide along his neglected arousal, pumping steadily in an iron grip.


Gaara shuddered. Arching his back, he placed his forehead against the ground and shut his eyes tight. He could feel Naruto’s fingers sliding in and out of him, stretching the muscles to accommodate the intrusion. Gaara squeezed himself around those fingers lightly, trying to adjust to their presence.


Gaara cried out at a particularly strong tug upon his shaft as Uzumaki inserted a third finger. The pleasure and pain sent him shooting all over the floor.


A warm kiss was placed at his hip. “You’re so beautiful.” Uzumaki’s voice was still rough with need. Gaara sighed as Naruto’s hand stroked him gently. Another kiss was placed at the small of his back. “Do you know that?” Gaara pushed into those hands. White spots burst in his vision when Naruto’s fingers rubbed against something deep inside of him.


“Not as beautiful as you.”


Gaara wanted to cry when Naruto removed those fingers. He mewled when he felt the thickness of the hokage’s arousal placed at his entrance.


Naruto stroked him again and Gaara gave out a low drawn out sigh.
His cock twitched back to life at the tingling pleasure. The Hokage pushed himself in slowly. Gaara steeled himself against the discomfort of it, encouraging the Hokage to keep going. What was a little pain when it meant that hot flesh searing him from the inside?


Gaara liked being lustful. If he had known it felt this good, he might have tried it long ago.


The Hokage paused after pushing in just the head. He stopped moving, but Gaara still cried out as Naruto’s hand tightened its grip on his shaft. He nearly came with the next few strokes, but managed to hold his orgasm at bay.


“Please.” Gaara moaned. “I need…” Naruto began to thrust in quick shallow strokes. Gaara would have thrashed had the position allowed it. Instead all he could do was try to force that cock in deeper. “Ughn, yeah.” Naruto grunted when Gaara successfully managed to take him in a little deeper.


“Gaara…” he warned.


“Shut up Uzumaki and just fuck me already.”


Naruto shoved himself completely inside. Gaara hissed from the pain while grinning like a cat at its cream.


“Better.”


Naruto pulled back before shoving himself back in.


Gaara shivered and sighed. “Come on, you can push harder than that.”


Naruto pulled back and shoved into Gaara a little more forcefully.


“More.”


Gaara felt himself being pushed forward with the force of Uzumaki’s thrust. “Mmm, like that.” Naruto picked up the pace, thrusting into him fast and hard. Flesh slapped against flesh, and Gaara nearly bounced with each stroke.


They settled into a rhythm when suddenly Gaara was tossed onto his side. Uzumaki lifted on leg high into the air, shifting the angle of his thrusts. White sparks burst before his eyes as Uzumaki hit something that sent fire along his nerves. His whole body shuddered with a moan. His breath hitched with each thrust.


“Naru…”


“Not yet. You can’t give up on me yet.”


Naruto slid out and pulled Gaara up to sit on his lap.


“Look at me. I want to see you as you cum.”


Gaara smirked. He liked it when Uzumaki was lustful too.


Gaara slid his tongue into Uzumaki’s parted lips. Sliding himself onto the rokudaime’s still proud, erect arousal he mewled into the kiss. Naruto deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around Gaara’s waist and thrusting upwards.


He started out slow but quickly gained speed. One hand wrapped itself around Gaara’s cock, stroking at the pace of the one pumping so deeply inside him. Gaara threw his head back panting and moaning as Naruto bounced him up and down.


“Gaara… I.”


Gaara shoved his tongue inside his mouth as he came. Squeezing himself tightly around Uzumaki, Naruto groaned and filled him with seed in a few short, quick paced thrusts.


Uzumaki came to a stop and shuddered. Gaara stayed where he was, turning their once deep kiss into a chase brush of lips.


“I should be lustful more often.”


Uzumaki chuckled. One large, warm hand caressed Gaara’s red curls. “I should have tried to remove your eyelash a long time ago.”


“Oh…So that’s why you touched my cheek?”


Naruto laughed. “What did you think I was doing?”


Gaara pondered for a moment and realized that he didn’t know. “I figured, dreams don’t have to make sense.”


Uzumaki’s brows furrowed. “Dream? What do you mean?”


Gaara’s eyes swept over the room. “This. It’s all a dream, right? I’ll wake up in the morning to an empty bed and I’ll see you at the diplomatic meeting scheduled at noon.”


A panicked expression flitted over the hokage’s face. “Are you saying… you thought all this was a dream?”


“How else would it explain me waking up to you in my room?”


Naruto turned a bit red at this. “I… just wanted to say hi to you… as a friend… before the formalities began. The guards let me in because of our agreement…”


“So… I really did wake up. This… isn’t a dream?”


Naruto looked a bit regretful. Placing one hand on Gaara’s cheek, he looked him straight in the eye. “Do you… want it to be?”


The seriousness in Uzumaki’s expression and the worry in his brow threw Gaara off. Wasn’t this… a dream? Was it possible that he had confused the two again? But if it was, then why did Gaara feel like Uzumaki was trying to give him a way out?


Gaara smiled. “If it’s not, does that mean I wake up next to you?”


Naruto smiled his tell-tale foxy grin.


“Let’s go to sleep. Perhaps we’ll find out in the morning.”



People sometimes said that dreams could be turned into realities. Gaara curled up against warm, golden skin, the sheet pulled up snug against them, and pondered how bold he could be in dreams. Running his hand over the contours and muscles of his new lover, he wondered… is this what they were talking about?

The End

A/N: Well, I hoped you enjoyed my first lemon ever. @_@ Thank Mako-chan for requesting it. It is a one-shot though so there won't be anything after this =P Happy New Year everyone! ^^ (thanks for the feedback too. Hopefully the editing made it better =/ )