Soft As Silk

Title: Soft As Silk
Pairings: NaruGaara
Rating: R
Warnings: PWP



Uzumaki Naruto was bored. He had turned down offers for guided tours of Suna or a chance to practice on the training grounds. He said he preferred to spend time with his friend, the Kazekage even if that meant sitting quietly as the Kazekage worked.

The silence had lasted all of 30 seconds before he began to fidget. He looked around the office, poked at scrolls, studied small objects with more attention than they required and every now and then, he shot Gaara a pleading look. Gaara ignored it and continued his paperwork, much to Naruto’s annoyance. He did practically everything short of whining to get the red head’s attention, but Gaara would have none of it.

Naruto eventually gave up, sinking down huffily into an overstuffed chair and pouted. Gaara didn’t flinch. Naruto let out a dramatic sigh. He had nearly given up when he felt a rather odd lump in his chair. He shifted, reached along the back of the chair and when his hand came back up, he pulled up a long, red, silk handkerchief with it.

“Where did this come from?” he wondered aloud, turning the silk in his hands to examine it.

“Probably from a visiting dignitary,” Gaara replied without looking up. He continued his work without missing a beat. But Naruto was unimpressed by the answer, sliding the silk between his fingers and staring at it as though it were the most fascinating thing in the world.

Had Gaara been paying attention, he would have caught the mischievous glint in those blue eyes, or the naughty quirk of lips as he slid the smooth fabric over the rough texture of his palms.

“Ne, Gaara.”

“Hrm?” Gaara answered, though his thoughts were still concentrated on the document in front of him.

“I was wondering…”

“Mm hrm?”

“You’re covered by sand everywhere, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then your skin must be pretty smooth.” Naruto said with amusement.

Gaara paused. He could hear the smile in that one.

“Possibly,” he answered cautiously.

“You think it’s smoother than this silk?” An annoyed grimace answered Naruto first. Gaara didn’t like where this conversation was going. Naruto rose from his chair and began stalking towards the desk in measured steps. “Cuz I’ve read Ero-jiji’s stuff and he’s always writing about how these chicks are soft and smooth, ya know? Skin soft as silk and all that.” Gaara didn’t like how amused Naruto was by this idea. The comparison wasn’t lost on him.

Gaara glared at him. “I’m not a woman.”

Naruto hands came to rest on the edge of the desk. “No, no, of course not.” His eyes gleamed with a predatory look. “I was just wondering what it feels like,” those darkening eyes roamed over his body, “under all that sand.”

“I’m not soft,” Gaara reiterated with some irritation.

“Won’t you at least feel the silk first?” Naruto smiled. He took Gaara’s hand into his own, palm up, but didn’t place the silk in his hand. He rubbed against the flesh of his wrist instead, pushing up his kage robe to reveal more of his arm and guided the red material along.

“See? Isn’t it soft?” Gaara’s heart rate quickened. Naruto’s bright eyes had taken on a dark glint, strong fingers held his wrist firmly while the red silk traced its way up and down.

Gaara closed his eyes, hoping to shut out some of his senses and gave a curt, “yes.”

Naruto pulled him closer, forcing Gaara to lean over the desk uncomfortably while Naruto’s breath puffed along his cheek and ear. “Won’t you release your sand? Wouldn’t you like to compare?”

Gaara felt a slight thrill. His body’s first reaction was to scream no, to rebel against the mere idea of willingly rendering himself vulnerable, yet part of his blood sang yes and the coiling in his belly had him nodding before reason could tell him not to.

Gaara held out his arm, pushing up the fabric to expose what Naruto had not and released the shell of sand protecting him. He held out his arm once more as though offering it.

Naruto took that hand in his, holding the palm up once more while warm fingers traced along his skin. The sensation felt strange, ticklish and made him shudder. He refused to pull away, reveling in the feeling of being touched, of feeling as every blister, every callus and every rough patch of the shinobi’s hands glided against him.

“Hrm,” Uzumaki nearly purred, “rather soft, I’d say. You could even say it’s soft as silk.” Gaara’s eyes flashed angrily, but Naruto only chuckled in amusement before rubbing the silk against his naked skin, and Gaara could only moan at how heavenly it felt.

“Feels good, doesn’t it,” Naruto whispered hotly against his ear. Fingers slid against his skin again, alongside the silk. “Just like you.”

Gaara gasped slightly, his cheeks burning with the same heat coiling tighter in his belly.

“I bet you’re softer than the girls in those stories.” Naruto’s lips brushed against his ear, but Gaara pulled away angrily.

“I’m no girl. No more than you.”

Naruto’s lips dipped lower, brushing along his neck, but never lingering in one spot for long. The hand with the silk handkerchief came up to the nape of is neck, as Naruto held him in place.

“Then take off your robe. Prove it.” Teeth nipped at his ear, causing Gaara to jerk back defensively. Gaara regarded Naruto with suspicion. He knew the shinobi was famed for pranks, but the edge in his words went beyond playfulness. The man across the desk was no boy, but a fox. A fox that looked at him hungrily, that made him feel something he didn’t quite understand.

Naruto watched him carefully, a lazy smile giving no hint of feeling the tensions building between them. Annoyed at the other man’s flippant attitude, Gaara threw off his robe and the short sleeved mesh shirt beneath it. He could feel the man’s eyes on him, observing his lithe form, his pale skin. And after he released the sand, he crossed his arms, waiting for Naruto’s response.

Naruto approached him slowly, eyes roaming over him appreciatively. The red handkerchief was fisted tightly on one hand, folds of silk blossoming outwards.

“And now for the real test,” Naruto smiled and Gaara felt like one who has just realized he has walked into a trap. Only, sand coffin wasn’t going to get him out of this one.

Naruto rubbed the red silk against his cheek, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply from its red folds. He looks more like a cat than a fox, delighting in the softness of the silk and for a moment, Gaara wanted to snatch it away and see exactly what made his handsome friend smile like that.

The silk came down and Gaara’s eyes watched the arc of red as it flew out and landed across his shoulder. Gaara snatched it with one hand, giving Naruto a questioning look.

“Hold onto it for me,” Naruto flashed a handsome grin. His warm hands came around his waist, and Gaara looked up in confusion. “Relax,” Naruto eyes softened. Once again he was looking into the blue eyes of his dearest friend. “Trust me.” The pads of his thumbs rubbed gently against his waist.

Gaara nodded and held onto the red silk awkwardly, unsure of what to do. And then Naruto was rubbing his cheek against his stomach the same way he rubbed against the silk. His slid his hands up and down his sides, nuzzling his abs, his bellybutton, or ribs. Gaara’s breath hitched in spite of himself, looking down at Naruto’s blond spikes tickling his pale skin and shivering at the sensations it was creating.

Naruto inhaled deeply, dragging his lips from bellybutton to sternum.

“You’re even better than silk.” His words came out in hot puffs along his skin. “I’d bet the girls would be jealous.”

A spike of irritation interrupted his pleasure. “I’m not a girl,” Gaara growled, trying to push his friend away, but Naruto held him firmly in place.

“That’s what makes you so hot.” An opened mouthed kiss was pressed against his nipple. Appalled, Gaara jerked back, but was held firmly in place. A hot tongue darted out of those pink lips and traced around the nub. Gaara felt his nipples hardening despite his awkwardness and was embarrassed to find that he was straining to push himself closer when teeth raked across the sensitive flesh.

Dark blue eyes looked up at him knowingly and grinned foxily- the dark nub of sensitive fleshed held firmly between two teeth before nibbling.

Gaara groaned. Naruto’s teeth nibbled lower, along his ribs, his abs, leaving small red and purple kiss marks behind.

“You didn’t nibble on the silk,” Gaara observed.

“Silk doesn’t taste as good as you do,” Naruto licked his belly button to punctuate his words. “It certainly feels good, but I like this better,” Naruto nuzzled his belly before dipping lower to the growing bulge in the Kazekage’s pants. “Seems you do too.” Naruto’s voice was husky. Gaara drew in a shaky breath, unwilling to answer. “Though we haven’t tested everywhere yet. Makes me wonder if the rest of you just as soft.” Naruto grinned, not even asking permission before unzipping the Kazekage’s pants and tugging them down.

Gaara blushed red with humiliation. He stepped away from his friend awkwardly and pulled his pants back up.

“What game is this Uzumaki? I am the Kazekage and I will not be toyed with.” He tossed the silk handkerchief at him angrily. “Take this and go play on your own.”

But Naruto remained calm. He unzipped his flak jacket and shrugged it onto the floor. “If that’s what you want.” He pulled the mesh shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor with his jacket.

Taking the red silk that had floated to the floor he gave Gaara a sultry look and began to rub the material over himself. Gaara blushed, shocked at the display as Naruto’s eyes watched him, but his hands touched himself provocatively and moaned. He ran the material over his abs, his pecs, rubbed circles around his nipples and glided it along his neck. He closed his eyes and groaned. “This feels pretty damn good. Sure you don’t want to share?” He looked at Gaara expectantly.

Gaara looked at Naruto hungrily, the hardness between his legs crying for attention. He wanted to scream yes and throw himself on his friend, but he exercised some restraint and meekly shook his head.

“That’s too bad,” Naruto’s hands snaked to his own zipper. “I bet I know where else this would feel good.” Gaara held his breath as Naruto slid down the zipper, exposing green boxers. Gaara’s breathing became heavier just watching as the red handkerchief disappeared under the hem of those green boxers. Naruto’s eyes looked hazy, clouded, a lascivious smile on his lips as his hand slid up and down, the handkerchief with it.

“Ugh,” he groaned, watching Gaara closely all the while. “This feels so fuckin good.” He tossed his head back a little, his hips jerking forward into his hand. “And yet,” he brought his head back up to look Gaara straight in the eye, “I can’t help thinking you would feel better.”

Gaara whimpered.

No longer willing to restrain himself, he closed the gap between them, ripped the red length of silk away from Naruto and brought their bodies together instead.

Both men groaned with the shock of raw pleasure. Naruto grabbed his hips roughly, shoving down trousers and boxers in one sweep as Gaara did the same.

They squirmed against one another as their naked bodies struggled to wrap themselves around each other while still remaining standing. Gaara solved the problem by pushing Naruto onto his desk, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be working on the scrolls now being crumpled under Naruto’s tan backside as Gaara shoved their hips roughly together.

“I knew it,” Naruto moaned, “much better than silk.” A rough hand cupped his buttocks, and grinding their hips together painfully. “I’m afraid I can’t say the same for myself.” Gaara kissed him roughly.

“I’ve lived a life amongst sand, not silk.” Naruto groaned as Gaara nipped at his ear. “I prefer things rough.” He picked up the pace, shoving Naruto into the desk roughly. “I told you, I’m not a girl.” Their skin slapped against each other with a resounding “smack”. I may be soft, but I’m not delicate.” Naruto was writhing under him.

“Yeah, well, you can keep the handkerchief so long as you promise me.” Naruto brought his hips up again and Gaara groaned.

“What? Promise what?”

Naruto pulled his head down to his and kissed him roughly, passionately, tongue fighting its way in.

He pulled away just as abruptly

“That I can have you instead.”

Gaara’s eyes grew wide. He paused in his shock and Naruto looked at him with alarm. “Keep the handkerchief.” A look of hurt crossed those blue eyes and Gaara knew he was serious. He pressed a kiss to Uzumaki’s lips. “You can have me, so long as you return the favor.”

Naruto smiled a foxy grin and kissed him again. Both men threw themselves into each other recklessly, moans escalating as each rock of their hips brought them closer to completion.

“Gaara wait!” Naruto called as Gaara let out another deep moan. “I’m close, I need you to stop.”

That was the last thing Gaara wanted but he grumpily complied. Naruto hopped up and quickly picked up the red handkerchief from the floor. And just as quickly, he had Gaara pressed against the desk, erections rubbing together as one hand fisted them together. Gaara threw his head back and moaned without abandon. Naruto wrapped their lengths together with the silk handkerchief and rubbed them faster. With a few more strokes he was coming hard into the handkerchief with Naruto not far behind him.

Naruto milked their orgasms until Gaara pleaded for no more and then both men sank boneless onto the desk.

“You were right.” Gaara admitted. “The silk does feel good. But I don’t think I’ll be returning it to the dignitary it belongs to.”

Naruto smiled and pressed a kiss to his love tattoo. He looked at Gaara lovingly and then smiled cheekily.

“That’s okay.” He gave him a quick peck on the lips. “It was mine.”



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AN: Yes, that was indeed a PWP, but I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, be kind and drop a review. I've had this story sitting on my computer for months and never posted it for general lack of responses on this site. >.>