In the Dark of the Night

A/N: I wrote this for a friend who happened to tell me she has a big of a weak spot for Kankuro and Gaara. Now I've written as Gaara before but never really Kankuro and I donno incest kinda squicks me a little bit but I figure hey... she is writing that awesome LeeGai story (it's not on here only over at yaoi.y-gallery.net)I might as well try. And here is the end result. I hope you enjoy and uhm... yeah wow I still can't believe I wrote this. Seriously...


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It was hot. Too hot. Way to hot to be doing rounds at any rate. Still Kankuro walked his route grumbling to himself and hoping there was nothing he’d have to deal with. Of course he knew that couldn’t possibly be true and he proved himself right as he approached Gaara’s living space.

It hadn’t been very long since Gaara had lost Shukaku and thusly it had not been very long since Gaara had learned how to sleep again. It was very quickly discovered as well that someone who hadn’t dreamt for 17 years also had a hard time telling the difference between dreams and reality. So climbing up on a rooftop with a good angle for gazing in on Gaara, Kankuro waited to see what was happening. There lay Gaara, naked save for a tan sheet barely draped over his hips. Even in this state he was flushed and sweating but Kankuro couldn’t tell if that was more from the heat or from the nightmare Gaara was so obviously having. The redhead moan and squirmed in his dream while muttering about a forest fire, or something Kankuro couldn’t really tell, nor was he sure he wanted too.

He ran a hand across his forehead to get rid of his sweat and was surprised to not see any markings of purple. Ah Temari had called him at the last minute to cover her for rounds as she needed to finish discussing some important information with Konoha’s Shikamaru. Important information my ass, Kankuro thought, more like extended make-out session. But someone had to do them and he’s rather sit here being hot then have to deal with Temari’s rage. So not bothering with throwing on anything more then a black muscle shirt and a pair of black sweats he headed out into the night.

And that’s how he found himself, perched on a roof top, when the most embarrassing thing ever happened. He got hard. Gaara had rolled over and the sheet had fallen off him. While Kankuro had been wrong about him being naked, what he saw was almost just as hot. Gaara was wearing a pair of black boxers which clung to his thighs with sweat. As he rolled round they had ridden up a bit now perfectly framing his creamy pale ass. It wasn’t as if Kankuro had some kind of habit of perving on his little brother but, embarrassingly, he had gotten off on him before. He’d felt guilty for weeks but later decided that if no one knew then it wasn’t too bad. Besides it wasn’t as if he’d hurt anyone.

A soft gasp escaped Gaara before he bolted up in bed shouting something that sounded like ‘no!’ He sat there for a moment adjusting to the fact that he was alone and in his room before lying back down. Kankuro watched as Gaara fanned himself. You knew it was a hot day in the desert village when even Gaara was hot. After a few more moments of uncomfortable shifting and not finding the right spot the youngest Suna sibling left the room, and Kankuro sighed with relief. Perhaps now Gaara would go to his office and do some work or something. However just as he was about to leave the redhead returned this time with what appeared to be a washrag.

“Cold water?” Kankuro sighed. What he wouldn’t give for some cold water right now. “Ok just a few more minutes then I’m gone…” All he had to do was wait until Gaara fell back asleep and then he could go back to his own house and try to sleep himself. Gaara lay down on his bed draping the cold washcloth over his stomach and showed physical signs of relief which was amazing considering Gaara didn’t show physical signs of much. He moved it to hid forehead then to his chest letting out a soft hiss as the cloth brushed against one of his nipples. Kankuro was suddenly reminded how he was still hard.

As if Gaara had never touched himself before he shakily rose a had to his nipple and brushed his fingers over it lightly, another noise, this one sounding more like a repressed moan. It occurred to Kankuro, sometimes during the time while he was watching Gaara pinch and play with his nipples, that in fact Gaara might not have ever touched himself. Or rather… explored all the good parts on his body. He knew his brother knew the basics. He had told Gaara about that stuff himself. Perhaps though he had never touched his nipples and it was strangely hot thinking he was witnessing Gaara toying with those pink virgin nipples for the first time.

Swallowing in a mix of guilt and nervousness Kankuro slid his hand down to rub the ache between his legs. Why did he always get stuck with this sort of thing? He shouldn’t be doing this, not to his own brother but damn did he ever look good in the moonlight. It was like his skin absorbed it and glowed faintly. Surely it was impossible for him to hear Gaara’s moans all the way over here right? But he could. It was like he was in the room with him.

The of course it only got worse. Gaara’s hand trailed down his smooth white stomach to the edge of his boxers rubbing his finger tips over the taught cloth. “No… t-that’s not fair…” this wasn’t fair at all! In fact it was completely wrong, but he couldn’t stop looking. Gaara had really developed lately. Ever since Lee had been in Suna to train him after the loss of Shukaku Gaara ad really begun to grow into his frame filling it out with muscles. “Nnngh…fuck Gaara… you’re so…” Kankuro sighed with frustration. He couldn’t even thing of what word to finish that sentence with. His own hand delved into his pants rubbing himself through his boxers and noticing the already large wet spot that was there. This was going nowhere good but he wasn’t about to stop.

It wasn’t long before the boxers were pushed down and Gaara’s cock was exposed. Kankuro found himself hating and loving the small windows of their building but after much longer even that didn’t matter because Gaara had gotten the idea that rubbing against a pillow was the best course of action. Not only could he simulate his now puffy and pink nipple but he could rub his cock along the soft fabric as well. Even without being able to see very much Kankuro was more then excited. Hearing the noise and hell… watching Gaara thrust his hips against the over sized pillow had Kankuro debating over whether it was cute or sexy.

Now they were both getting close though. Kankuro’s hand gripped his thicker than normal cock, pumping his hand up and down rather smoothly for a guy with no lube. Inside the room Gaara had forgotten about the pillow and instead just used his hands to touch all over. His pink tip glistened in the moonlight and for once Kankuro has glad of that sand shield his brother had. It had kept him so pale and gorgeous all these years. Finally with his head thrown back and a long moan of a name Gaara came spilling all over his chest and stomach with his back arched of the bed almost as if he was making sure to let Kankuro see him. A few more pumps and Kankuro was sent over the edge too though he used his boxers to keep from making too big of a mess. They were dirty already anyway.

As soon as Kankuro managed to recover however he became curious. At the time he was too lost in the feelings to care but… Gaara had said a name when he came. He tried to remember… to think back on what he had hear but he couldn’t figure it out. Soon Gaara was asleep again and quickly Kankuro finished his rounds before returning to his room, stashing the dirty boxers in the laundry bin, and falling asleep himself. He’d have to remember to yell at Temari tomorrow. Maybe… hell he should probably thank her. With a content sigh and a groan Kankuro closed his eyes thinking back on everything. He sat up suddenly, no no that couldn’t be right, Gaara had moaned Lee’s name. Oh… this was going to be one hell of a summer.