Voyeuristic Intentions
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Gaara/Naruto
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Adult ++
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Part I
“Voyeuristic Intentions”
Part I
He knew it was wrong. Oh God how he knew. It was a violation of privacy, misuse of his power of Hokage, and really only something that his famed mentor, Ero-sennin, would approve of.
But mostly he knew it was wrong by how utterly hot it got him.
He’d tried stopping, truly he had, only to be pulled back, yanked into this seductive siren’s call, unable to escape the net such imagery wove around his senses.
Okay, and admittedly, he didn’t really WANT to stop.
And as long as no one knew, what was the harm?
He pulled off his hat, and tossed the silly-looking conical adornment to a far corner of his office. His office, the only room no one would dare to barge into, a fact he now treasured. He didn’t normally mind the interruptions, after all they only showed how valuable his input had become to the village, but for this, he’d need all the privacy he could get.
One hand went to work on the front of his robes, letting them gape open at the front, the cool air of his office, the sort of air only found in Konoha during the spring, teasing his heated flesh.
He took a deep breath and sank into his chair, wriggling into a comfortable position, than relaxing against the soft, leather back. Steady hands reached under his desk, pulling out a worn satin pillow and the huge crystal globe that rested on it. The opaque surface gleamed dully in the candlelight.
His dick was already hard, aching, and he hadn’t touched himself once.
The globe was made by the First Hokage, as a way to help out the border patrols, but hadn’t really been implemented until the Third came along, and even then it was really only used to spy on those close to the old geezer.
It was powerful, and the unique jutsu woven on it managed to slip past even the most secure barriers, allowing the user to look at anything and everything within the village boundaries. And he did mean anything.
Naruto placed his hands on either side of the globe, cradling it carefully between his hands, his brows furrowing in concentration. He wove his chakra carefully settling it carefully around the ball. If the globe accepted his chakra, as it had done every other night, then…
Konoha appeared on the surface of the crystal, scaled down to fit, waiting for him to zoom onto a particular facet of his community. Naruto grinned.
He hadn’t meant to find this vision, this intoxicating image, but once seen it was in his blood. The same blood that was pumping his cock to it’s hardest, the thought of what he was about to do making it twitch lightly, a tiny drop of precum oozing down his length.
The crystal focused quickly, the round gaze narrowing on the Kazekage’s summer home. Gaara always chose to stay in Konoha during the summer months to, “discuss trades and trafficking laws between Konoha and Suna”. Which was a diplomatic way of saying, “my country is fucking hot, and Temari won’t shut up, so if you don’t want a war, I’m living here till the winter”. Naruto didn’t mind. Gaara was one of his closest friends, the once quiet teen having blossomed into a quiet young man, with a wickedly sharp sense of humor and a wonderful way of actually listening when someone talked.
Not to mention he did wonderful impressions of the old bastards on the council.
Naruto hadn’t meant to spy on his friend, but he was bored one night and “channel surfing”. He‘d glanced upon Gaara’s house, and wondered how the redhead spent his evening, and since then…since then he’d been a regular subscriber.
The view narrowed through walls, and into Gaara’s bedroom. The lighting was dim, causing the blood red curtains and bed sheets to glow dimly, only outshone by Gaara’s hair. Naruto had caught the redhead opening the door, his thin frame slipping easily into the room, the long white wraps he wore over his thin fishnet during the summer gleaming against the bloody backdrop of the room.
Gaara crossed the floor quickly, his thin sandals sinking into the plush carpet his stature deserved. One small hand went up to unwrap the thick white cotton around his neck, revealing creamy skin, flushed with warmth and anticipation.
The sudden sibilant hiss of Gaara’s sand armor falling carelessly to the floor made the blonde’s breath catch in his throat.Two weeks in and he’d already developed a serious weakness for Gaara’s sand. The silky sounds it made, the way it rose and curled as the red head collapsed in the throes of orgasm, and the one time Gaara had let it play, stroking along his skin like trailing fingers, Naruto had come harder and faster than ever before in his life
Naruto reached down, trailing light fingers over and around his cock, hissing at the sensation they made, his palm dry and calloused. He always imagined Gaara’s hand to be smooth and a little clammy, just as he always thought the smaller boy would probably pull too hard on the upstroke, mixing the pleasure with pain.
The thought of Gaara’s small, delicate hands stroking him, made the blonde’s head toss, his eyes closing at the intense pulse of sensation the thought caused.
The red head sat down on the side of the bed, laying the wrap carelessly beside him. Next goes the loose white over shirt and the tight net that lay beneath, revealing pale, flawless skin and small flat pink nipples. One ghostly hand traced down the graceful neckline, to pinch a nipple, light and quick, the feel making Gaara’s mouth fall open, the pouty strawberry-coloured lips ripe and barely moist, huge jade eyes falling shut in a flutter of red lashes.
Naruto groaned, one hand reaching up to copy the movement, his soft golden skin flushing from the extra rush of blood.
Gaara reclined slowly onto the bed, reaching down to pull off the tight black pants he wore under his voluminous robes, leaving him pink and flushed against the bed spread, his thick cock jutting up plumply from a rich mat of glossy curls, red and heavy from the extra blood.
Naruto panted lightly and let his hand fall to longer more regular movements, pulling firmly, his thumb pausing to sweep over the head of his obvious arousal.
Gaara gasped as long, delicate fingers teased the thin line of hair leading down, then curled his fingers around the warm base of his length, pumping lightly up and down. Heat rose in his unusually pale cheeks, and his back arched away from the bed, curving in a long catlike arc.
Naruto moaned, then bit his lip, desperate to keep quiet. He wanted to hear every gasp and moan, every purr and hiss that fell from his love’s open mouth. His pulls grew harder, and his breath came in short breathy puffs, making it hard to catch his breath. His heart pounded in his chest, and every brush of his fingertips felt like fire against his already heated skin.
Gaara writhed on the bed, the muscles in his chest and stomach tightening and tensing as he neared completion, his pulling harder and harder until the strokes looked almost painful to the tender flesh. His mouth fell open in a breathy gasp, as his back arched far enough to break.
Naruto threw his head back, unable to keep his vision focused on the scene before him as his orgasm ripped through him, tearing a low cry from his throat, the thick coil of heat in the pit of his stomach snapped. Hot spurts of cum ran over his hand, making the last few pulls liquid and smooth.
“NARUTO!”
The blondes head snapped up, cobalt gaze flying to door, only to realize the shout had not come from there. In fact…He looked over at the crystal, his eyes widening in shock. The voice had been Gaara’s….
Naruto shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm, leaning back tiredly in his chair, and watched in bemusement as the red head pulled himself to his feet, his expression sad and tired. He’d never seen his friend look like that before. Hell, he’d never really seen Gaara show much expression at all.
Gaara strode out of the picture, leaving Naruto with an after image of a lovely ass, and Naruto didn’t follow him.
Was Gaara gay? Well, hell, he sort of had to be to call out a man’s name during…
Naruto picked up a wet cloth from his desk, cleaning himself off casually as he thought. He’d been in love with Gaara for almost two years, and had never bothered to find out the Kazekage’s sexual preference? Was he really that idiotic? He’d just assumed Gaara was straight, and that even if he wasn’t no one could want him so why bother, and…Gaara was so beautiful…
He shook his head, fastening his robe, and unraveling his chakra as the sound of a shower filled his office.
Mabye he’d pay Gaara a little visit tomorrow night, just to check up on him. He grinned, sharp teeth gleaming. Yes, a sleepover was DEFINITELY in order.
Part I
He knew it was wrong. Oh God how he knew. It was a violation of privacy, misuse of his power of Hokage, and really only something that his famed mentor, Ero-sennin, would approve of.
But mostly he knew it was wrong by how utterly hot it got him.
He’d tried stopping, truly he had, only to be pulled back, yanked into this seductive siren’s call, unable to escape the net such imagery wove around his senses.
Okay, and admittedly, he didn’t really WANT to stop.
And as long as no one knew, what was the harm?
He pulled off his hat, and tossed the silly-looking conical adornment to a far corner of his office. His office, the only room no one would dare to barge into, a fact he now treasured. He didn’t normally mind the interruptions, after all they only showed how valuable his input had become to the village, but for this, he’d need all the privacy he could get.
One hand went to work on the front of his robes, letting them gape open at the front, the cool air of his office, the sort of air only found in Konoha during the spring, teasing his heated flesh.
He took a deep breath and sank into his chair, wriggling into a comfortable position, than relaxing against the soft, leather back. Steady hands reached under his desk, pulling out a worn satin pillow and the huge crystal globe that rested on it. The opaque surface gleamed dully in the candlelight.
His dick was already hard, aching, and he hadn’t touched himself once.
The globe was made by the First Hokage, as a way to help out the border patrols, but hadn’t really been implemented until the Third came along, and even then it was really only used to spy on those close to the old geezer.
It was powerful, and the unique jutsu woven on it managed to slip past even the most secure barriers, allowing the user to look at anything and everything within the village boundaries. And he did mean anything.
Naruto placed his hands on either side of the globe, cradling it carefully between his hands, his brows furrowing in concentration. He wove his chakra carefully settling it carefully around the ball. If the globe accepted his chakra, as it had done every other night, then…
Konoha appeared on the surface of the crystal, scaled down to fit, waiting for him to zoom onto a particular facet of his community. Naruto grinned.
He hadn’t meant to find this vision, this intoxicating image, but once seen it was in his blood. The same blood that was pumping his cock to it’s hardest, the thought of what he was about to do making it twitch lightly, a tiny drop of precum oozing down his length.
The crystal focused quickly, the round gaze narrowing on the Kazekage’s summer home. Gaara always chose to stay in Konoha during the summer months to, “discuss trades and trafficking laws between Konoha and Suna”. Which was a diplomatic way of saying, “my country is fucking hot, and Temari won’t shut up, so if you don’t want a war, I’m living here till the winter”. Naruto didn’t mind. Gaara was one of his closest friends, the once quiet teen having blossomed into a quiet young man, with a wickedly sharp sense of humor and a wonderful way of actually listening when someone talked.
Not to mention he did wonderful impressions of the old bastards on the council.
Naruto hadn’t meant to spy on his friend, but he was bored one night and “channel surfing”. He‘d glanced upon Gaara’s house, and wondered how the redhead spent his evening, and since then…since then he’d been a regular subscriber.
The view narrowed through walls, and into Gaara’s bedroom. The lighting was dim, causing the blood red curtains and bed sheets to glow dimly, only outshone by Gaara’s hair. Naruto had caught the redhead opening the door, his thin frame slipping easily into the room, the long white wraps he wore over his thin fishnet during the summer gleaming against the bloody backdrop of the room.
Gaara crossed the floor quickly, his thin sandals sinking into the plush carpet his stature deserved. One small hand went up to unwrap the thick white cotton around his neck, revealing creamy skin, flushed with warmth and anticipation.
The sudden sibilant hiss of Gaara’s sand armor falling carelessly to the floor made the blonde’s breath catch in his throat.Two weeks in and he’d already developed a serious weakness for Gaara’s sand. The silky sounds it made, the way it rose and curled as the red head collapsed in the throes of orgasm, and the one time Gaara had let it play, stroking along his skin like trailing fingers, Naruto had come harder and faster than ever before in his life
Naruto reached down, trailing light fingers over and around his cock, hissing at the sensation they made, his palm dry and calloused. He always imagined Gaara’s hand to be smooth and a little clammy, just as he always thought the smaller boy would probably pull too hard on the upstroke, mixing the pleasure with pain.
The thought of Gaara’s small, delicate hands stroking him, made the blonde’s head toss, his eyes closing at the intense pulse of sensation the thought caused.
The red head sat down on the side of the bed, laying the wrap carelessly beside him. Next goes the loose white over shirt and the tight net that lay beneath, revealing pale, flawless skin and small flat pink nipples. One ghostly hand traced down the graceful neckline, to pinch a nipple, light and quick, the feel making Gaara’s mouth fall open, the pouty strawberry-coloured lips ripe and barely moist, huge jade eyes falling shut in a flutter of red lashes.
Naruto groaned, one hand reaching up to copy the movement, his soft golden skin flushing from the extra rush of blood.
Gaara reclined slowly onto the bed, reaching down to pull off the tight black pants he wore under his voluminous robes, leaving him pink and flushed against the bed spread, his thick cock jutting up plumply from a rich mat of glossy curls, red and heavy from the extra blood.
Naruto panted lightly and let his hand fall to longer more regular movements, pulling firmly, his thumb pausing to sweep over the head of his obvious arousal.
Gaara gasped as long, delicate fingers teased the thin line of hair leading down, then curled his fingers around the warm base of his length, pumping lightly up and down. Heat rose in his unusually pale cheeks, and his back arched away from the bed, curving in a long catlike arc.
Naruto moaned, then bit his lip, desperate to keep quiet. He wanted to hear every gasp and moan, every purr and hiss that fell from his love’s open mouth. His pulls grew harder, and his breath came in short breathy puffs, making it hard to catch his breath. His heart pounded in his chest, and every brush of his fingertips felt like fire against his already heated skin.
Gaara writhed on the bed, the muscles in his chest and stomach tightening and tensing as he neared completion, his pulling harder and harder until the strokes looked almost painful to the tender flesh. His mouth fell open in a breathy gasp, as his back arched far enough to break.
Naruto threw his head back, unable to keep his vision focused on the scene before him as his orgasm ripped through him, tearing a low cry from his throat, the thick coil of heat in the pit of his stomach snapped. Hot spurts of cum ran over his hand, making the last few pulls liquid and smooth.
“NARUTO!”
The blondes head snapped up, cobalt gaze flying to door, only to realize the shout had not come from there. In fact…He looked over at the crystal, his eyes widening in shock. The voice had been Gaara’s….
Naruto shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm, leaning back tiredly in his chair, and watched in bemusement as the red head pulled himself to his feet, his expression sad and tired. He’d never seen his friend look like that before. Hell, he’d never really seen Gaara show much expression at all.
Gaara strode out of the picture, leaving Naruto with an after image of a lovely ass, and Naruto didn’t follow him.
Was Gaara gay? Well, hell, he sort of had to be to call out a man’s name during…
Naruto picked up a wet cloth from his desk, cleaning himself off casually as he thought. He’d been in love with Gaara for almost two years, and had never bothered to find out the Kazekage’s sexual preference? Was he really that idiotic? He’d just assumed Gaara was straight, and that even if he wasn’t no one could want him so why bother, and…Gaara was so beautiful…
He shook his head, fastening his robe, and unraveling his chakra as the sound of a shower filled his office.
Mabye he’d pay Gaara a little visit tomorrow night, just to check up on him. He grinned, sharp teeth gleaming. Yes, a sleepover was DEFINITELY in order.