More Than Fiction

This is a one-shot I wrote sometime back. I thought I'd post it in case any of you might enjoy it :) If you read it and like it, please review ^^


More than fiction


Gaara had picked it up casually, deciding to flip through the pages out of combined boredom and curiosity. He read all of one paragraph before his eyes widened in surprise and he promptly shut it.

“Aw, you should give it a chance,” Naruto said from his bathroom doorway, toweling off his spiky blond hair. “You might learn something.”

Gaara’s eyes slid over his bare chest, the dark seal tattooing his belly and the low slung black sweats. He glanced away quickly lest he be caught.

“Ero-jiji was pretty creative with that one. He pulled all the kinks if you know what I mean,” Naruto waggled his eyebrows.

Gaara turned the book over in his hands looking at the back before thumbing it open to the first page. He blinked at the dedication and looked up at Naruto in question.

“To Naruto, my partner in crime?” Gaara held the book up to him.

Naruto grinned a bit sheepishly.

“There were some types of research even the old perv wasn’t willing to undertake. I supplied a few stories here and there.”

Gaara looked at him skeptically. “And the blond, blue eyed protagonist is purely coincidental?”

Naruto tried to smile it off, but Gaara knew he hit upon something.

“Yeah well, now that Tsunade-baba has him wrapped around her little finger, someone had to do the fieldwork.” Naruto shrugged, holding onto the towel hanging around his shoulders and padded his way to Gaara before taking back the book.

Gaara watched him closely, following Naruto’s expressions as his big hands held the book and skimmed the pages. Gaara didn’t miss the way blue eyes softened at times or the way his lips would curl into a smile as though he were laughing at a joke only he understood.

“These were your experiences,” Gaara stated.

Naruto seemed to freeze in place, the smile on his face melting.

“The women and the men were your lovers.” Gaara didn’t even blink. His eyes were trained on Naruto, observing the stillness and tension in his body and the hesitation with which he opened his mouth to reply.

He closed his mouth as though his first response was inadequate and began to think about it.

“Yes…,” he hesitated, “but they have been romanticized, exaggerated and so on. But part of this is based on my experiences.”

Gaara suddenly felt annoyed. He plucked the book out of Naruto’s hands and began flipping through pages. He was suddenly very interested in what Jiraiya’s latest book had to say.

He paused when he reached a particularly interesting illustration, reading the corresponding text with it.

The blond protagonist was tied up; hands uncomfortably restrained above his head while a pale brunette with “smoldering” eyes straddled him. Gaara quickly turned to the passage beneath it:

::The hypnotic quality of those piercing violet eyes swayed me, and for a moment my resolve broke and I wanted him to dominate me.::

“Violet eyes? Uchiha or Hyuuga?” Gaara didn’t even lift his eyes from the page, afraid to see Naruto’s expression when he answered.

“Hyuuga. It was a long time ago.”

“And the part with Uchiha?”

“Is in the earlier chapters.” Gaara noted that Naruto didn’t seem happy when he said that. He felt a slight sense of satisfaction to know that Naruto wasn’t proud of all his conquests.

Gaara kept flipping through the book, each illustration no longer alluring but a stab to the heart. And when that was done he checked the table of contents, searching for the one chapter he thought might hold the information he wanted most.

“Chapter three, A Man’s Touch,” he read aloud. Naruto moved as if to snatch the book away but stopped himself and stepped back.”

Gaara began reading in earnest, following the protagonist through his blind groping and innocent love for the first boy he had harbored feelings for. It was fluffy and sweet and it made Gaara want to vomit. He noted the fictional name made up for Uchiha and kept track of it as he made his way through the book to see where else this character appeared. It seemed he and the protagonist had an on again off again relationship, the animal attractions between them so great that they coupled often, each sex scene even kinkier than the last.

Gaara couldn’t even bring himself to investigate the women.

When he was finished Gaara put the book down quietly. He felt an odd sense of irritation, anger and even hurt. He felt uncomfortable being in the same room as Naruto, especially when the handsome man was topless. Though he scoffed when he thought of how many people back in Konoha had seen at least that much or more.

For nearly a month now they had crossed the lines of friendship and begun to explore a more intimate side to their feelings for one another; and every time they touched, or kissed or let themselves get close physically it had been Naruto to pull away first, Naruto to not lean in that last inch to brush lips together or remove an article of clothing. He had allowed Gaara to initiate everything. And here Gaara had foolishly thought him inexperienced or shy or anything but the man whore of Konoha that he apparently was.

“Gaara, say something,” Naruto pleaded. “It makes me nervous when you’re quiet like that.” But Gaara had nothing to say that was neither hurtful nor angry. He bit his tongue lest he say something he regretted later. Instead, he did what he did best. He shot Naruto a scathing glare and gathered up his things. Naruto moved to stop him but Gaara shoved him away and proceeded to the door.

“Gaara, wait, let’s talk about this.” He cut Gaara off, moving his bulky frame between him and the doorway. “Please.” Gaara avoided looking at him, staring at the side wall instead. “Tell me what you’re feeling, why you’re so upset.”

Gaara’s eyes flashed angrily at that. As if Naruto needed an explanation. “Move out of my way Uzumaki,” he growled out. But Naruto only moved enough to pull the door closed behind him, effectively trapping the two of them inside the room.

“You’re not leaving until we discuss this.” He stood his ground, crossing his arms in front of his chest to show that he was serious about this. Gaara clenched his jaw in annoyance. Looking at his irresistibly handsome friend in front of him he felt sick at the thought of all the people that had enjoyed him, had touched him or who Naruto had touched in ways they had never enjoyed together. He looked at the friend he thought he knew and who he now felt a slight revulsion for.

“You ran out of people to fuck in Konoha and had to start looking in Suna. I get it. Now move out of the way.” The hurt look on Naruto’s face felt satisfying, but Naruto stood his ground. “So was I to be another notch on your bedpost? The Kazekage must be a great conquest for one like you.”

“Gaara, it’s not like that!” Naruto sounded upset. “You’re my friend before anything! I wouldn’t hurt you.” The look in those blue eyes almost had him convinced, but then the passages about “Satoshi” came back to him and he felt his anger boil stronger.

“For one so active, it’s remarkable how little you’ve touched me all this time.” The switch in subjects caught Naruto’s attention, confusing him. “Is it my lack of experience that attracts you and my sexual innocence that you’re trying to preserve? Or is it my lack of experience, my failure to dominate you that has you turned off?”

Naruto opened his mouth to protest, but Gaara wouldn’t listen. Shoving Naruto against the door he pinned both man’s hands above his head. He shoved their bodies together roughly, a knee digging its way between Naruto’s legs and pressed tightly against the other man.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you miss when you don’t have Uchiha pounding your brains out? I may not understand sex, but I do understand violence.”

Naruto didn’t resist. His hands hung limply from their position, his face turned down to the floor. Gaara was about to bring this to attention, to accuse him of enjoying it when a single tear caught his attention.

Naruto was crying.

Dumbfounded, Gaara released his hands, backing away and unsure of what to say. He had lost control and he had hurt Naruto intentionally and now he suddenly felt like he was the worse of the two.

“They didn’t mean anything,” he sniffled. Gaara stopped, shocked at seeing a grown man cry. “I did what the books said, I charmed them the way I was supposed to, but in the morning, I was always alone.” He looked at the book sitting on the table with a bittersweet smile Gaara had never noticed before. “I was trying to love or be loved, but it turned out they didn’t mean anything.”

Gaara sat down, trying to let those words sink in.

“And Sasuke,” Naruto smiled cynically, “would make me do all those humiliating things. And I suffered through them because it seemed to be the only thing that would bring him back.” Gaara’s heart clenched. “But what love for him I had slowly died out, until not even the sex was enjoyable. It became mechanical- a sort of chore and only the kinks made it interesting because it meant I couldn’t just go through the motions.”

Gaara felt subdued. He felt ashamed of his earlier behavior but couldn’t bring himself to apologize.

“And the women?” he asked quietly.

“I was their status symbol, their right to brag,” Naruto replied. “They got to shag the son of the great fourth hokage, the town hero.”

“And me? Where do I come in?” Gaara’s heart rate accelerated. He clenched his hands together trying to steel himself against the answer.

“You were still there in the morning.” Naruto gazed at him with a flicker of warmth radiating from his eyes.

“But we didn’t have sex. We kissed and we embraced and we fell asleep.”

Naruto smiled. Walking over to Gaara he placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. “That gave me hope that it actually meant something.”

“But you’ve hardly touched me. You never initiate …”

Naruto silenced him with a finger to his lips. “Every kiss I receive from you is worth more than a one night stand. I’m done with copying stories and trying to live out fantasies. I want more than fiction.”

Naruto kneeled down and pressed his forehead against Gaara’s. “You’ve been my dear friend for more than a decade now. You’re strong, sexy and smart and sometimes I’d love nothing more than to throw you onto the bed and ravish you like some of those stories in the book. But more than that, I want our experiences to mean something, and I want you to do it not because you feel pressured, but because you want it… because you feel that I am worthy of being the one to share that with you.”

Gaara brought his arms up and wrapped them around Naruto’s broad back. He had no idea that Naruto felt so strongly about him. He could feel his cheeks burning, and his heart swelling with a happiness that left him elated.

“Those stories always make everything seem so easy. The hero seduces the woman or is seduced and everyone is happy. But real love doesn’t seem to work like that. Maybe I am cautious with you because I know you’re not so experienced, but that’s why I want this to move along at your pace. Sometimes I’m so afraid of going too far and scaring you away. I don’t want to lose you.”

Gaara brought a hand to Naruto’s cheek.

“You haven’t lost me yet,” he kissed the filmy skin beneath the corner of a blue eye. “I’m sorry I made you cry. I felt so jealous, I lost control.” Naruto’s fingers curled around the back of his neck. Gaara placed another kiss on Naruto’s nose. “I couldn’t bear the thought of you being anyone else’s.”

Naruto brushed his lips along Gaara’s- just a whisper of a kiss, his humid breath warming the skin beneath it.

“Then make me yours. Please make me yours,” Naruto pleaded.

Gaara couldn’t resist. He pressed their lips together and suckled on Naruto’s plump lower lip. Naruto whimpered and parted his mouth, allowing Gaara to slip his tongue in while Naruto’s hands held on tightly to the back of his neck, forcing their mouths together roughly. Their tongues entangled, sliding and curling frantically.

It was the most intense kiss they had ever shared and it placed Gaara’s entire body on edge. It suddenly seemed important that they be physically closer, and Gaara’s body strained forward, trying to come in contact with that golden expanse of skin so conveniently bare in front of him. Naruto seemed to understand, parting Gaara’s legs so he could fit between them as he kneeled before him. Gaara slid to the edge of the seat, bringing their bodies together.

Naruto licked at his lower lip and Gaara opened his own mouth allowing Naruto to plunge right in. He was finally seeing Naruto’s aggressive side, suddenly overpowered by the man in his arms and finding himself submitting to his partner’s hands and tongue. It was exciting and scary and over far too quickly.

Naruto stopped abruptly; looking shocked and pulled back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” He tried to pull away, but Gaara pulled him back, initiating another clash of tongues and the resulting moans. His hands roamed up and down Naruto’s back, grappling clean, warm flesh, sliding up to run fingers through spiky blond locks before retracing his steps. His body strained to push into the body in front of his, using arms and hands to lock their bodies tightly together.

Naruto rocked upwards into him and Gaara let out a strangled moan. Naruto used the opportunity to plunge his tongue back into Gaara’s mouth, continuing to buck upwards in firm, well timed strokes. Gaara wanted to feel more, to rip off the clothes separating them, but he refused to break the delicious rhythm Naruto had set up between them. Both men rocked harder against each other, their pace becoming frenzied. Gaara felt so good he couldn’t help the moans that came out without conscious thought, his pitch rising as the pleasurable pain in his groin seemed to reach its peak. Tearing his lips away from Naruto’s he sank his teeth into the well muscled neck of his lover, groaning his climax into tan skin.

His body stiffened and then relaxed, melting into Naruto’s. Naruto had stopped though the Kazekage could still feel his hardness. Not waiting for any invitation Gaara slipped a hand between them. Naruto gasped as his fingers came in contact with the bulge beneath the black sweats and began stroking it through the material.

“Gaara... you don’t have to,” Naruto panted. Gaara gave long slow strokes making Naruto moan.

“You asked me to make you mine.” His hands came up and dipped below the waistline, grabbing the heated arousal and spreading pre-cum along his palm. Naruto’s breath became ragged. Gaara knew he had to be far along.

“From now on this is mine,” he squeezed a bit harder. “No man or woman shall touch you but me.” Naruto was rocking into his hand, sucking in his breath harshly. “And when you touch yourself,” Gaara continued, “I want you to think of me, touching you,” Naruto whimpered, “like I am now.”

Naruto grunted. “Gaara,” he growled out. Naruto locked Gaara’s hand in place with his own and began bucking into it frantically. He panted and moaned and when he came his whole body tensed and seemed to glow.

Gaara pressed small kisses to his cheek and neck. He had released Naruto’s softening cock and brought his hand up to trail lightly over his chest.

“Is that understood?” he smiled into a kiss.

Naruto smiled and returned the gesture. “On one condition,” he smirked. Gaara looked at him questioning.

“You’ll still be here in the morning.”

Gaara relaxed. “I’ll try. As a shinobi I can’t promise that. It can’t always be like your romance stories.”

He expected disappointment, but Naruto smiled and kissed his lips.

“I know,” he grinned and his blue eyes had a contentment that wasn’t there earlier. “I know.”




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Owari~ This is a one-shot, so I won't be adding to it. Hope you all enjoyed it.