Contact Point

The first time, he'd ended up with five kunai points pressing into various parts of his body, just shy of drawing blood. He could've resisted, but Naruto had no desire to injure Gaara's personal guard. Or injure himself either. These ninja were the Kazekage's guards for a reason.

When they'd realized who he was, there had been a good deal of confusion, mainly as to why the Leaf's famous fox-bearer was sneaking into their Kazekage's bedchambers. Naruto had grinned and shrugged, and then, to his relief, Gaara had arrived, arms crossed, expression mildly annoyed, and called them off, waving Naruto after him into his bedroom before his guards' wide eyes.

Naruto's gaze had crossed that of the oldest guard, who had banished his surprise to give Naruto a serious stare of unexpected approval mixed with warning and a generous portion of protective threat. The meaning had been clear. Thank you. But if you hurt him, I will hurt you.

Naruto had offered a slight nod, nothing more, and it was returned. He'd followed the leader of the Sand Village into his private quarters, and into his bed.

There'd been no invitation. Just a sudden falling-into-place of what some of Gaara's stares meant, and what the speculative interest there now meant. Instinct guided him, as it always did, and he'd mounted his not-quite-successful infiltration into Gaara's rooms.

And once he'd finally made it in, it had been worth being caught. Daunting, but worth it, when Gaara's green eyes hid under black lids, only his skin glowing in the unlit room, and his forehead knitted as Naruto carefully brought him off for the first time that night, pressing his friend into the bed. Gaara's hands roaming hungrily over Naruto's naked body, his fingers rising to touch Naruto's cheeks before they dug into his arms and he jerked his hips, thrusting into Naruto's lube-slicked grip.

Definitely worth it.

Now, the guards knew to expect him when Naruto came to Suna, or when Gaara, far more rarely, visited Konoha.

Or, they usually did, he reflected, as a kunai point under his chin poked him a little harder.

A hand descended on his attacker's shoulder, tapping fingers in quick code, and her eyes widened and she backed off.

"Sorry!" she breathed and bowed, and the squad leader—late thirties, old for such highly-skilled active duty, but Naruto knew that Iwao was excellent at his job—did likewise.

"She should have been made aware ahead of time," he said, as the young woman stared at Naruto, apparently having worked out his reason for visiting.

Naruto just grinned. "Good skills," he said to the young woman, and she bobbed again in an automatic bow. Naruto winked and waggled his eyebrows at her, leering slightly to finish it off. She pinked up a bit, very cutely, and he relented, sketching a rough but sincere salute. Gaara's guards loved the man they watched over and for that Naruto owed them his deepest thanks.

"He's not too happy," Iwao murmured. "Kankurou returned injured."

"Thanks," Naruto replied, his anticipation dampening to concern, and he turned away. Gaara's guards melted back into the shadows as he quietly made his way through the entrance to Gaara's quarters.

Even now, Gaara slept little, and when he was unhappy, even less. Just now, as Naruto halted in the door to his bedroom, Gaara was standing at the window, hands on the sill, leaning slightly out, looking at his city. The moon was a fine crescent tonight, and only a hint of light edged Gaara's silhouette, sliding over his outline as he looked briefly over his shoulder, then back out again.

Naruto came to perch on the sill, his knee bumping up against Gaara's wrist as his foot swung freely below, the other braced to lean him against the smooth stone wall.

"How's he doing?"

"He'll recover. There have been worse injuries."

"That's good."

"Mm." Gaara's hand moved over Naruto's knee, resettling up on his thigh. Naruto reached out and hooked his arm around Gaara's neck, pulling him close. Gaara exhaled quietly, the shoulder that rested against Naruto's chest pressing more firmly as Gaara leaned into him. The grip on his thigh tightened into a prompt to shift, and Naruto did, sitting properly up on the windowsill so that Gaara stood between his parted knees, shrouded in the shadow cast from the faint moon behind Naruto.

Gripping the windowsill with both hands, Naruto leaned down without preamble and kissed Gaara. Not lightly. Aggressive enough to get Gaara's attention through his preoccupation. If Naruto had been the one to beat the understanding of bonds between people into Gaara, he took him upon himself to distract him every now and then from the inevitable anguish that loving others would cause. Naruto thought it was pretty healthy that Gaara worried, but the Kazekage had so much shit to take care of that he deserved a little break.

Gaara's lips were smooth. Gaara's entire body was smooth. His sand prevented the intricate map of scars that every ninja normally picked up. Even Naruto, with the Kyuubi aggressively healing his worst wounds, had ragged lines and knots telling anyone who cared to look the story of his missions so far.

But Gaara wasn't totally flawless, not any more. As Naruto felt Gaara's hands slide over his thighs, felt him push upward into the kiss, he recalled the few scars he'd found. One fine line across his lower belly. Surgery, of all things. The impervious Kazekage forced to drop his sand armour to allow his medics to save him from appendicitis.

There was a scattered patch of lighter skin on one shoulder, a friction burn from a sparring session with Kankuro after Gaara had decided to train properly in hand-to-hand combat. A tiny mark on his left ear, from a later session with Temari, when her sharp wind gust had caught him by surprise.

As Naruto let his tongue move with Gaara's, the wet sound of their mouths became audible under their breathing. Gaara's hands left his thighs to open his jacket and push his t-shirt up.

Naruto sighed into Gaara's mouth at those hands on his belly. Hands with the dexterity of a ninja but none of the calluses or roughness. The power in them was dormant but easily sensed: ability to kill, in fingers as smooth as a rich civilian noble's, not like Naruto's broader, combat-roughened hands.

Those hands stayed pressed to the sill as Gaara ran soft fingertips over the muscles of his abdomen. They flattened, palms over the invisible seal there, then withdrew. Gaara was seeking Naruto's hands, and when he found them on the sill, Naruto felt him frown slightly and pull away. He tucked his fingers back under Naruto's waistband and grabbed fistfuls of cloth to pull himself closer.

"Touch me," Gaara said quietly, and Naruto complied, pushing Gaara briefly away so he could slide down off the sill, and pulling him back. Gaara stepped into him again, idly resisting Naruto's hands pulling at his clothes, despite his words, to keep their bodies flush together.

Naruto grunted, his eyes falling shut as Gaara put his hands down the front of his pants. Gaara liked to be touched, but, as Naruto had discovered back on the first night, Gaara liked to touch just as much. Touch someone who wouldn't flinch, touch someone whose desire for him was obvious.

Naruto tended to express himself very, very obviously, when given the slightest opportunity. And he loved the attention.

Grabbing at Gaara's waist, Naruto squeezed at the smooth skin that covered lean, strong muscle. He shifted his fingers, moving his grip up and down Gaara's torso while smooth hands curled around his cock, eager, already moving with slow, even strokes.

Dragging his eyelids up, Naruto looked down at the top of Gaara's head. Gaara's gaze was fixed downward, at his own hands. The faint light from outside couldn't be offering much to see, but logic didn't make it any less arousing, the thought of Gaara watching himself jerk Naruto off, and Naruto arched his back, arms bracing on the sill again as he shoved up into Gaara's hands

Gaara released him, however. Naruto growled a bit in protest and looked down to see hungry eyes and slightly parted lips. But frustration flickered there too, and Gaara reached for Naruto's shoulders, pulling him forward, pulling himself effortlessly up to kiss him, while he pressed the rest of himself once again as close as he could to Naruto's rapidly warming body. Naruto felt the hot, hard pressure of Gaara's erection settling next to his.

He wrapped both arms around Gaara's middle, hugging him close, holding him there while Gaara's mouth demanded his attention, hands moving again as soon as Naruto's arms held him tight. He felt up into Naruto's hair, over his face, fingers pressing into his whisker marks before lacing up through his bangs and behind to stroke the back of his neck gently, brushing at the soft hairs before moving over the muscles there and digging in like a massage, spreading tingling shivers of sensation from each fingertip.

"Fuck, Gaara," Naruto ground out as Gaara shifted his hips finally, offering a bit of the friction he'd lost from Gaara's hands.

Gaara let out a breath, anticipation. "Yes," he said, pushing against Naruto's chest until Naruto opened his arms, then moved away, purposeful for a moment before he paused, half-turning back.

Naruto dropped a hand on the back of his neck. Contact restored, Gaara led Naruto to the bed. Wide, wonderful mattress, a piece of furniture Naruto often envied when falling onto his much cheaper bed back home. He kept meaning to replace it, but never seemed to get around to it.

Catching at Gaara before he got on, Naruto drew up behind him, mouthing at his neck as he reached down to shove at the rest of Gaara's clothing, which fell away easily. Gaara stepped out of it, and Naruto reached for Gaara's cock. Cut, unlike his, some sort of Suna thing, apparently, but the skin was still wonderfully silky, the head still offered up slippery precome for Naruto to spread, and it definitely made Gaara react like any other man.

Gaara dropped his head back on Naruto's shoulder as his hips moved instinctively into Naruto's hand. His eyes were wide open, almost surprised. That happened every time, like Gaara forgot, between visits, that he could feel that way. Naruto felt a reluctant pang. The Kazekage should have someone around all the time who could touch him this way.

But for now, he was here, and he was going to do his best.

He switched hands, bringing the newly slippery fingers to his mouth, sucking the saltiness off without swallowing. Saliva pooled from the flavour, and he lowered wet fingers, pushing two in at once, no hesitation. It probably hurt, but not enough to matter. Naruto had discovered quickly that decisive intrusions got far more reaction from Gaara than slow preparation. Gaara grunted, hands grasping distractedly behind him at Naruto's flanks. Naruto rubbed his cheek against Gaara's temple, nodding forward to suck at the skin of Gaara's neck while he turned his fingers inside him.

One of Gaara's thumbs caught on Naruto's pants, jerking at them. Unwilling to move either of his own hands, he let Gaara's blind reaching go on for a little while as he stroked and finger-fucked him there at the edge of the bed.

He relented at last, releasing Gaara's cock to hurriedly open his fly, but Gaara was even more impatient, stepping free of Naruto's fingers with a slight hitch of his breath. He turned on one heel to grab Naruto's pants and push them down past his hips. They slid down at last, and with a shove of his hip, Gaara pushed Naruto onto the bed.

Naruto let himself just fall, rolling onto his back, and watched Gaara's moonlight-edged form rise over him, and then pause, suddenly calmed. Gaara merely sat, crossed legged, beside him, one hand idly palming his own erection while he settled his other hand flat on Naruto's belly. His fingertips pressed briefly down. Harder, and with a little chakra encouragement, and Gaara could make the seal appear, if he so desired.

Not tonight. He relaxed his hand and felt a slow path up over Naruto's torso, thumb sometimes following the line of a scar or curve of a rib.

Naruto settled one hand on the thigh that pressed up against his side, rubbing almost idly, waiting for Gaara to finish his studious examination, keeping a tight rein on the lust that Gaara's slow touch was teasing into evergreater pressure.

He'd been eyeing the casual motion of Gaara's own hand on his cock, but he glanced upward, catching green eyes in shadow and a face almost but not quite still, amusement only just hinting from the set of his mouth.

"Fuckin' tease," Naruto huffed, and sat up in one motion, grabbing Gaara around the middle. His expression was almost coy now, and definitely amused. He tilted his head and leaned slightly forward. Naruto met him in a hard kiss and hoisted him by the waist as he got to his knees, thumping them both down in the generally correct orientation on the bed. He didn't really care that his head was on the same end as the pillows, but Gaara kept the lube in his side table. Saliva was good enough for fingers, but he didn't fuck Gaara often enough to want to ignore a little outside help for this.

Just a little. Enough to let him settle on his side, hold Gaara's back tight to his chest, and slide into him in a single thrust. Gaara's shoulders jerked and he groaned low, the thick sound ragged and hungry, and Naruto knew that Gaara's expression had fallen again into that wide-eyed surprise. He grinned into the nape of Gaara's neck. Distraction accomplished.

Pulling back nearly all the way, he sank in again, a firm, emphatic thrust while he curled his fingers around Gaara's cock, smoothing his thumb through the seeping precome and raising it to Gaara's open mouth, setting the tip on Gaara's lower teeth. The swipe of Gaara's tongue over it was wet, soft, and when he bit lightly down, Naruto sucked in a long breath and pulled out, lurching to his hands and knees. Gaara turned on his back beneath him, eyes open, glinting in the near-dark, and Naruto descended, one hand under Gaara's back, lifting and angling his narrow hips so he could sink into him again while he dropped his head down to cover Gaara's mouth, welcoming Gaara's deft tongue into his own again.

Gaara's hands landed on Naruto's sides, slid down to settle between them and his own thighs, and there he held on, pulling with each thrust, fingers spread wide apart as if trying to capture the movement.

The kiss lost some of its coherence over time as Naruto continued his hard thrusts, controlled motion becoming open mouths only pressing together, hot breaths meeting, as Naruto braced one forearm by Gaara's head. He heard his voice bleeding into his panting, short moans that exposed how close he was, how the long, hard fuck that Gaara demanded from him was pulling him over the edge.

Naruto vaguely felt Gaara's hand leave his side and slip under his chin, forcing his head up. Gaara like to watch him come.

And over the edge he went, pleasure breaking through him in a torrent with Gaara's thumb stroking over his cheek.

Before the last aftershocks wore away, he sloppily licked his palm and closed it over Gaara's cock. The hand on his face fell to his shoulder, fingers digging in, and one stroke, two, and Naruto got his turn, got to see Gaara of the Desert without any armour at all, face contorting in the most primal and natural reaction a human could have.

Coming down was always strange, seeing Gaara's default flat expression shutter down over the brief moment of unleashed reaction. The first few times, Naruto had left afterwards, not feeling that either he or Gaara was comfortable enough to face each other in the aftermath.

Now, Naruto could continue grinning down, and enjoy the relaxation of Gaara's body and the way he kept a hand on Naruto as long as possible, and settled it again on Naruto's arm when he returned to the bed after cleaning himself off.

"Your new guard is cute," Naruto murmured as he shifted luxuriously against the mattress and pillows.

"Mm," Gaara responded. His eyelids were drooping, and Naruto felt a triumphant bit of pride that he'd helped that to happened.

"Don't worry, you're cuter." The tired eyes looked sidelong at him, vaguely long-suffering, and Naruto laughed quietly, reaching out to touch the unfaded black mark below one of them. "Go to sleep."

A slight nod. Eyes closed, and Gaara went to sleep.