Scored Sand

This story was written for Serenade who wanted 1) Gaara/Naruto, 2) Oblivous Naruto, 3) Sasuke-bashing, 4) Penis piercings, 5) one person watching the other jerk, and 6) spontaneous sex.


Scored Sand

God, Suna was boring! Sand, sand, and more fucking sand! Naruto kicked at some of the stuff, sulking. And hardly any decent ramen either! What the hell had he done to Tsunade to have to bring that top-secret scroll here and wait for the fucking answer?

Ok, well, having the little team of academy rookies he was assigned to for the afternoon climb up to her face on the mountain and add a mustache had been childish. He was going to clean it up the next day—it was just a joke. When his face was up there on the mountain, he wasn’t going to be all stuffy about it. Nope! He would booby trap it! Ha!

What had been in that damn scroll? There was no way he could read it without damaging it, and he wasn’t such a baby that he would put Konoha at risk for curiosity. No matter what Sasuke and Sakura said!

Moodily Naruto paced the little courtyard he was in, four high walls, two benches, one door in, and a patch of sand. He’d already used his chakra to climb up the walls and look around—there had been nothing interesting to see. So he was down here just waiting for the fucking reply—hell, for any fucking information. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The door flew open, and two little kids peeked in and ran away. Naruto tried to follow, but the door locked behind them. He pounded on it, annoyed, but no one opened it. He could easily break it down, but he knew that would piss off the old lady more. He had enough trouble with the Fifth as it was.

It was all Sasuke-teme’s fault! His best friend was so annoying! And he and Sakura now were together, which made him feel left out, unwanted. They both told him he was silly, and he still had fun with them, but it was annoying. They got that “I-am-so-much-more-mature-than-you” look on their faces, and he found himself doing more and more childish things. Naruto thought of those two little kids and how he’d been just about to scream out some obscenities when they peeked in. When had he gotten such a foul mouth? Why was every other word in his mind “fuck” or “fucking”?

An image of Sasuke fucking Sakura popped into his mind. Yes! It was the teme’s fault! He was fucking all the time, and Naruto wasn’t! It just wasn’t right! But there was nobody that would let Naruto fuck them in Konoha, and, well, he really wasn’t ready to come out yet. As soon as he got a boyfriend he would—it wasn’t that he was scared. No, he’d been hated all his life, a little more hate wasn’t anything to worry about. It was just that somehow Sasuke knowing he was gay and sneering at him when he didn’t have someone to wave in the bastard’s face—that, that would be unbearable.

Maybe if they let him out of this sad excuse for a courtyard, he could find someone here in Suna. Naruto tried to think of what he wanted. Pale skin, not like his. Dark hair, not blonde, hair like—no! Brown hair or white hair or red . . . hair. Naruto thought about Gaara, his OTHER best friend. Gaara was cool; hell, he was sexy. Those eyes of his! And that black around them made them look more amazing. And the tattoo! God, tattoos were sexy! He’d gotten one--a Konoha spiral on his arm. Every time he went into a piercing and tattoo shop to get some new barbells or rings for his piercings, he spent time looking at the art and thinking about what he wanted to tattoo on his body. But somehow he tended to end up getting yet another piercing.

It was all Jiraiya’s fault—he wanted to give one of his Icha, Icha characters a frenum piercing and was too chicken to pierce his own dick. So he’d dragged Naruto to a piercing shop and had him describe how it felt. Then he’d taken Naruto to a brothel, and that, well, hadn’t really gone well. That was when he came out to Jiraiya, and that was the end of him trying to use Naruto for research or asking him to come spy on women with him.

He had three piercings in his dick now and one in each nipple, and somehow thinking about them, thinking about fucking, and thinking about fucking Gaara had him rock hard and horny. Damn! He couldn’t meet those Sand nins with a boner! If he could just shoot off a load that would have two benefits—he could get rid of this wood, and he wouldn’t be bored. It didn’t take much to block the door being opened from this side. Then Naruto dropped the blue pants of his regulation jounin uniform and lay down on a bench and went at it.

In his mind he had pulled up those robes Gaara wore as Kazekage. And then somehow, Gaara was in this courtyard with him, naked, riding him, his cock rising up from a nest of red, red curls, and those eyes, those eyes like the color of a lake shimmering under the sun, stared at him as he bucked up.

“Ah! Gaara! Gaara!” moaned Naruto, lost in his fantasy.

Gaara, standing on a cloud of sand that he drifted over the courtyard, was in shock. That was Naruto down there, no one else had that blonde hair—completely natural blonde hair, Gaara, observed. And his cock was big and was there metal in it? He had pierced his cock? It was hard to see, but, well, he knew when he did THAT sort of thing, well, he didn’t want anyone to look. Wait, wait, what was that?

“GAARA!” cried Naruto as he came. The blonde lay there on his back, hands flopped down, eyes shut, mouth open. Gaara blinked then sent his cloud of sand moving back to the high balcony off of the conference room. He’d use the stairs. Slower, but, well, less embarrassing.

“Ah, fuck!” said Naruto when he sat up. His uniform was splattered. He tried to clean it, but well, now he ended up looking like he had a drinking problem with all the wet spots from his canteen. But it couldn’t be helped. If anyone asked, he’d say he fell asleep with the canteen open in his hands, splashing himself.

There was a knock at the door, and Naruto realized he’d forgotten to unblock it. But as he moved towards it, the sand from the courtyard rose up and swept away his block, and the door opened.

It was Gaara. Naruto, forgetting that Gaara and his sand didn’t like to be touched, grinned and ran over and hugged him. The instant he felt his arms around that slender body, he realized that he’d never done this before and that Gaara smelled good—like sand, sandalwood, and something spicy.

“Hey, hey, you let me hug you and the sand didn’t stop me!” said Naruto, picking up Gaara and swinging him in a circle. “Look! Look! I can hold you! Gaara, that’s so cool! How long have you been able to do this?”

“Since I was fourteen,” said Gaara honestly.

Naruto set Gaara down, a little hurt on his face, and said, “Oh, well, that’s great.”

“There’s a new ramen place we can go to for lunch that opened since you were here last,” said Gaara. A sad Naruto was not something he wanted to see. “It’s run by a cooking ninja from Lightning Country that moved here.”

“Really? Let’s go, let’s go!” cried Naruto.

Twelve bowls of ramen later, as Gaara and Naruto were walking back to the administrative building, Gaara asked, “Do you want to see my rooms?”

“The Kazekage’s rooms? Sure!” said Naruto. “When I’m Hokage, I’ll give you a tour of mine too!”

Gaara nodded gravely and let Naruto go off talking about life in Konoha. He kept babbling on and on, all the way to a small sitting room high up in the curved building. At this point he was talking about how Shino was angry at him for not recognizing him when they met at the Academy last week to help train the academy rookies. He had nastily pointed out that a Hokage had to know all of his or her ninjas.

Gaara showed Naruto his bathroom as Naruto went on about Grannie Tsunade’s cruelty over a simple mustache on her carved face on the Konoha mountain.

Then Gaara showed Naruto his bedroom. Naruto was now talking about how climbing mountains was fun, and he loved climbing up the Konoha one to sit there and eat. Gaara took off his hat and cloak and slippers. He went and laid on his huge bed. Naruto was now talking about how Jiraiya had once throw him off a cliff. Gaara patted the bed, and Naruto sat down talking about Gamabunta. Gaara tugged Naruto’s sleeve, and he kicked off his sandals and lay back on the big bed next to Gaara, prattling on about Gamakichi.

This was infuriating, Gaara thought. How clueless could Naruto be? And losing patience, he summoned his sand which covered Naruto’s mouth, shutting him up. Sand held his wrists and ankles as well. Gaara pulled off the rest of his clothes and then started on Naruto’s. Those shocked blue eyes over the band of sand across his face started to look not so shocked, but rather something else, something Gaara very much liked. By the time he’d opened the vest and shirt to expose a tanned chest, he could tell Naruto was enjoying this. When Gaara leaned down and licked one pierced nipple, Naruto’s hips and groin bucked up, indicating he was REALLY enjoying it.

Yes, yes, now he was hard, thought Gaara with satisfaction. He undid Naruto’s blue pants and pushed them down the way they had been out in the courtyard. Oh! Up close and with no hand to block his view, Naruto’s cock was amazing! It was big, and yes, pierced with little gold barbells—three of them! Gaara ran his fingers over them, watching as Naruto’s face distorted, and his body arched. Gaara experimented, enjoying how each rub on one of the barbells would make that red cock of Naruto’s jump. As Gaara played, precum started to leak over the tip of the Leaf nin’s penis. The glistening on that blood-filled skin made Gaara lick his lips.

How would that feel inside him? Would it feel better than one of his toys? He had to know! The redhead quickly moved away across the bed to get his lube. Naruto’s eyes pleaded with him, and his body thrust up his cock, clearly begging for more touch.

Gaara pulled out the sandlewood-scented lube and covered his fingers. Kneeling on the bed with his knees wide, he pushed a finger into himself, then another, getting ready to slide himself down on Naruto. The blonde’s eyes once more looked shocked, and the wild movements of his hips increased. Gaara smiled, and Naruto stilled, shutting his eyes. When the Kazekage straddled Naruto, Gaara waited for those blue eyes to open. The lids raised, and the look in them, on Naruto’s face, so intrigued Gaara, he made his sand retreat, so he could see Naruto’s whole face. He released Naruto’s hands and ankles as well, since he was too proud to force anyone to have sex with him.

But when the sand was gone, before Gaara had identified just what the expression on the blonde’s face meant, Naruto sat up and seized Gaara’s face in his hands—and kissed him.

Naruto was kissing him! His mouth moved over Gaara’s, and his tongue licked across his lips. Oh, god! With a moan, Gaara let his lips part and then forgot about sex, about penises, about piercings, about beautiful tan skin, and just kissed. Oh, god, Naruto! He tasted of ramen and of something else—that must be what mouths tasted like. Naruto, oh, god, Naruto!

When Naruto rolled them over, pressing their bodies and their cocks together, Gaara thought he might come then and there. But too soon, the blonde was pulling away. Oh! With a cocky grin, Naruto shrugged off his vest and shirt. Then he wiggled his pants off. With nothing but that necklace of the first Hokage on and some gold barbells in his cock, he was magnificent. With a growl, Gaara threw himself on top of Naruto and had an inch of his cock in his ass before Naruto could even open his mouth and say, “Oy!” But what was clearly going to be a complaint changed into a sweet groan as Gaara pushed himself down on Naruto.

And then the damn blonde began talking again as Gaara moved up and down on that cock, marveling at how warm it was, at how good those bits of gold felt inside him. He was saying something about lakes and eyes and fucking and Gaara this and Gaara that. It was too much effort to listen. Gaara just looked down at Naruto and moved, focusing on how it felt and enjoying how Naruto looked. Oh, god, he could do this all night, every night! The expressions on Naruto’s face! Nobody was as alive, as vital, as open as his Naruto!

But with that studded cock brushing his prostate, oh god, it was a wonder he could even focus on that beautiful face with its blue eyes and those adorable whiskers. That he could keep moving on this cock and didn’t just fall over and come right now was only due to his self-control. And then Naruto put his hand on Gaara’s cock and began to stroke. He could see that mouth moving, but he couldn’t even make out a word because his cock was being stroked and his ass, oh, god, oh, god, so fucking good! Ohhhhh! Ahhh! No, no, he wouldn’t come now, couldn’t come now—he summoned his sand and made it pull Naruto’s hand away, pinning it. Laughing Naruto thrust up his hips hard and used his other hand to stroke Gaara. Sand pinned that one, and then there was a clone, a clone behind him, rubbing another cock on his ass even as he rose and dropped, and a hand snaked around and began to work on his cock again!

A sharp elbow made the clone dissipate, but then two more appeared, one of each side of him. And Naruto kept bucking up into him hard. And now the clones were supporting him, holding him as he could only grasp and moan as yet another clone sucked his cock into a warm wet throat. And at that Gaara lost it—the cock in his ass, the mouth on his dick, the clones pressing into him, even as his sand held Naruto’s gorgeous body pinned—ahhhh! And as he started to come, the clone around his cock vanished, and he could see his own cum flying and spraying that tanned stomach, that gold-dusted chest, those pierced nipples.

His sand slid away, and he fought to keep his eyes from shutting, looking up at those beautiful big blue eyes of his first, his best, friend. And the pleasure, the desire, the amazement that he saw in them made him shudder more. But with a scream of “GAARA,” Naruto’s hips snapped up, and he, too, began to come. The feeling of that cock pulsing out warm ejaculate deep inside him was just too much; Gaara’s eyes slid shut, and his whole body spasmed, all his muscles contracting and releasing.

At some point, the clones had vanished, Gaara realized because he was lying collapsed on Naruto with his strong arms holding him. Gaara let a murmur of pleasure out and heard a chuckle. “Back in the land of the living now?” said Naruto.

“Mmmmm,” responded Gaara. He let Naruto gentle move him off his body, pulling out, and then the blonde got up and wiped them clean. When done, he jumped in the bed next to him, pulling Gaara into his arms. He started talking again softly, but Gaara was too distracted by the feeling of those arms around him, the heartbeat under his cheek, the little bit of metal on the nipple he could feel agaisnt his face. Instead of listening, he watched Naruto’s other pierced rise and fall with the Leaf nin’s breathing.

“ . . . Sasuke . . . “ Gaara heard and started to focus. “Don’t you agree, Gaara, that Sasuke was wrong?”

“Naruto, Sasuke is an arrogant, selfish asshole whose only redeeming quality is that he’s your friend,” said Gaara.

The chest beneath him froze before relaxing, the breathing once more even and deep. “Hey, Gaara,” said Naruto in a sultry voice, “When’s the answer to that scroll going to be ready for me to take back? Do we have time to, ah, do it again?”

Gaara rolled his head to press his face into Naruto’s chest and not show his smile. He’d already sent his answer back to Tsunade by Takamaru, the village’s fastest messenger bird. The secret scroll had simply said, “Naruto’s heart is bruised, and he’s being a pain in the ass. Can you distract him for a while?” His answer had been “Yes.”

“The information for Tsunade will take weeks to gather, Naruto, two at the minimum. So we have plenty of time to do it. I don’t sleep, so if you keep up with me, we can do it a lot over the next weeks.”

“Keep up with you? I can hold a thousand clones for a day! I can go a week without sleeping! I’ll fuck you through this mattress to the floor, fuck you till you can’t walk and you have so much of my cum in you, you’ll be pregnant!”

Gaara lifted his head. Green eyes looked into blue. “Prove it,” he said in a soft voice.

Naruto did.