Spoils

A/N: Hey there, NaruGaaNaru fans!

Man, is the fandom abuzz lately, or what? GAARA HAS RETURNED TO THE MANGA! There have been Gaara-in-Speedo™ sightings, LOL. Hey, I’m not complaining! I myself bring PWP, as promised, in honor of the prodigal sandman’s triumphant return! YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!! *waves maniacally*

Before you read this fic, however, I recommend you have a look at this: http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Gaara-Waiting-122738087.

And not just a look—click on the image to magnify it so it expands across your monitor. It’s the handiwork of Kyuubi1010 of deviantART, and it’s quite inspiring. I was in awe the first time I saw it, it said so many things to me! I made a mental note then to take some time to write a story for it.

This is that story (or one of them, at least; I could write a dozen, seriously). It’s two chapters long (why I can’t just write PWP in only twelve pages I will never understand) and completely complete. I only hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Oh, and please visit the artist’s page, there is more Gaara where that came from! ^_^

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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. I make no money from the writing of this story.

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Warning: unbeta’d; humor; language; OOC; yaoi

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Naruto Uzumaki was having a great week.

On Wednesday, he won the big case he’d been working on.

It was the kind of case where an up-and-coming attorney-at-law could make a satisfying name for himself. Naruto’s client was a well-connected businessman known as Yamato, but who went by Tenzou in more discriminating circles. He had paid a visit to Naruto’s office personally after being indicted on tax evasion charges.

Naruto had only known of his client by reputation. In a big town, Yamato was a big name. There hadn’t been a profitable real estate transaction there in at least a dozen years that didn’t have the venture capitalist’s mark on it somehow. People who knew him respected him.

A very flattered Naruto agreed to take his case with trademark enthusiasm, promising his client an acquittal borne of a diligent and thorough defense.

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A celebratory dinner was held that evening on Yamato’s yacht. Naruto, being hailed by his client as a hero, was invited as the guest of honor.

Dinner was followed by a barely-civilized party marked by a surfeit of booze and scantily-clad revelers.

Naruto didn’t normally carouse with his clients, preferring to maintain a certain level of decorum; but he found something in Yamato’s big, dark, bird-like eyes too compelling to resist.

The two men sat together at a small table on the deck of the yacht amid a throng of lively people. Elegant notes of jazz music provided a pleasant balance to the din.

“You’re a good man, Naruto”, the blotto Yamato rambled between gulps of brown liquor. “I’m going to send more clients your way. And”, he continued, setting his glass down on the table and pointing a finger at his young attorney, “you’ll be paid quickly and tipped generously.”

“I appreciate that, Yamato”, Naruto answered with a smile, and sipped his rum and coke.

The older man smiled in return. Naruto Uzumaki had been recommended to him by his good friend and associate, Kankurou Sabaku, who assured him that Naruto was a straight shooter who did not understand the meaning of the word fail.

Yamato was extremely pleased to discover that Kankurou hadn’t been wrong. He knew the handsome blond had indeed worked tirelessly night and day on his case, at times forgoing the necessities of eating, sleeping and bathing. Naruto had done an excellent job of keeping his promise.

Yamato wasn’t a trusting sort. Years in the business of business made him that way. People who kept the word they gave were a rare find. Naruto’s earnest ways and powerful defense had profoundly endeared him to the dark-haired businessman.

Yamato might never tell Naruto just what it meant to him that he worked so hard to get him acquitted; but again, thanks to Kankurou, he knew what he could do for him in return.


He picked up his glass, which seemed to have magically refilled with his libation of choice.

“Call me Tenzou”, he told his young companion, and then took a long, burning gulp.

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Naruto went to work the next morning with an unrepentant spring in his step. He opened the door of his office to find a kaleidoscope of flowers in a vase on his receptionist’s desk.

“What is this?” Naruto asked as he approached. Ino was a beautiful woman who had often received floral deliveries, though none of such majesty. The scent of the bouquet filled the room.

“They came for me”, she informed him with a pretty smile. “They’re from your client.”

Naruto didn’t need to be told which client it was. “I told you, you should have come with me last night. I think he missed you”, Naruto said with a wink.

“Well, duh”, Ino responded.

Naruto walked into his office and closed the door. He sat down at his desk, setting his briefcase on the floor next to his chair and picking up the envelope that rested on top of a stack of files.

He opened the envelope to find a bank draft for the full amount of his services, with something extra, and a note inside.

‘Naruto, thanks again. Expect calls from new clients soon. Tenzou.’

Naruto smiled at the sight of Tenzou’s name scrawled across the note. His brows furrowed when he read the rest.

‘P.S. leave your weekend open.’

Naruto didn’t know what to make of that last statement. It wasn’t as if men like he and Tenzou even knew what weekends were. Work consumed the lives of both men in much the same way: the days usually blurred together in one long, fuzzy sequence.

Naruto chose not to dwell on it. He now had means to pay the bills for his modest practice, earned fair and square by his own hard work. He had the promise of more clients.

And he now had the weekend, something he hadn’t had the luxury of allowing himself to look forward to for some time.

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Friday was an early day—partly due to Naruto having shared his extra payment with Ino and bidding her adieu for the weekend, and partly because Tenzou requested it. Naruto didn’t know what to expect, but his client had already proven himself to be a generous and thoughtful man of integrity, and he wanted to be ready for anything.

He left the office shortly after Ino did, not wanting to feel like he was sitting at home waiting by the phone, and drove downtown. He rolled up the sleeves of his blue and white striped button-down shirt and strolled leisurely down the streets, hands in pockets, embellishing an already majestic backdrop of historic architecture with his charismatic presence.

Naruto was a young man of humble beginnings. He was an only child raised by a hardworking, blue-collar single father in a very modest home. God had blessed them both with brilliantly blond good looks and strong bodies. Naruto had also been gifted with a sharp mind, and natural charm and grace that could easily win over anyone.

He used those gifts to do what his father could not, sparing himself the life of grunt work in the coal mines that his father lived. Unfortunately, a mining accident cut the elder’s life short before he could see his son achieve his goals.

Naruto stopped and bought ice cream. Then he found a perch in the square near the fountains and sat down. He licked his ice cream cone and thought of Minato, his father, a man who without grace or a sharper mind had always been fiercely devoted to his son.

As he observed the pristine stream of water flowing from the fountain, Naruto could feel his father’s presence. It was always there, always reminding him that his rewards would indeed be Minato’s.

Watch me, he thought, his hand covered by streams of melting strawberry ice cream.


When Naruto hadn’t heard from Tenzou by two, he decided to return the office. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he turned to leave again but was stopped in his tracks by the ringing of his desk phone.

Naruto answered it. A man named Sakon was on the other end. He had been given Naruto’s number by Tenzou and wanted to hire the blond to represent him in a case where his twin brother Ukon had impersonated him during the commission of a felony.

Nearly four hours and several faxes and telephone calls later, an amused and thoroughly delighted Naruto left his office, intent on following up on his new case first thing Monday morning.

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Naruto’s mind buzzed during his commute home. He wanted to go out. He needed to go out.

As an attorney, he’d made an abundance of sacrifices. There had been no long-term relationships, and very few short-term ones. Irregular trips to the gym helped him to burn off his teeming reserve of physical energy, and like any young vigorous man, Naruto had his hand and a stash of porn to help him take the sexual edge off. Of course, that only went so far to be helpful before it began to create more problems than it solved. At the end of the day, Naruto needed more.

It would be good to be out and about, buoyed by his feelings of success and achievement. He might even find that certain special something he was always looking for.


Naruto sensed that something was off the second he opened the door to his apartment. He closed the door and looked around. Nothing appeared to be out of place. Had someone been in his home?

He stopped and looked around again, and then shook his head. Naruto was a young attorney operating a modest private practice on precious few clients. If someone had broken into his tiny apartment with the intent of robbing him blind, then they would have been in for a shock. Naruto’s most valuable possessions were inside his head.

And his heart.

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Just got paid, it’s Friday night
Party huntin’, feelin’ right
Body shakin’ all around
No one thinks when I’m gettin’ down

Naruto stood in front of the bathroom mirror, naked and dripping from his shower, hips swaying to an imagined beat as he sang the lyrics to one of his favorite songs into the head of his toothbrush.

Check the mirror, we’re lookin’ fly
Round up the posse, jump in my ride
Radio rockin’ a monster jam
Feel the rhythm, pump up the sound

As he raised a finger and pointed it at his reflection in the mirror, he heard the familiar jingle of his cell phone.

He lowered his finger and set his toothbrush down on the counter, intending to answer the call, when the phone suddenly stopped ringing.

Naruto’s stomach tightened and he felt a surge of adrenaline. He furrowed his brows. Why had his cell phone stopped ringing that way?

Stealthily, Naruto walked out of the bathroom into his bedroom, and looked toward the center of the bed where he remembered tossing his cell phone.

The image he met with nearly stopped his heart.

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Holy fuck me.

There was a boy lying in his bed.

Well, not a boy, at least he had certainly better not be. But he was definitely younger than Naruto.

And he was naked.

Was he an assassin?

Naruto’s breath caught. The man in his bed was the smoking-hottest thing he’d seen in years. Pale, unblemished skin covered him from head to toe. He had a lean, well-defined physique, like Naruto’s own, but narrower. His hair was red--intensely, insanely red.

Anime-character red.

But was it natural? Naruto couldn’t tell, because the young man’s crotch was strategically obscured by a satiny sheet that was almost the color of his hair.

Tease…did he actually bring that with him?

Naruto quirked a brow in spite of himself and, at the prompting of his very naked body’s enthusiastic response, continued his assessment of his guest.

It was difficult not to linger too long on those chiseled abs and defined pecs, each punctuated with a nipple that Naruto couldn’t help wanting to feel against his tongue.

He forced his eyes upward, past the highly sexual collarbone and the pale column of his neck to finally, finally, focus on the man’s face.

It was unbelievable. That lush pink pout, those smooth pale cheeks, and those eyes…green ones, like none Naruto had ever seen, rimmed entirely with black kohl to make them glow beyond the obscurity of long red bangs.

Hypnotic, mesmerizing, daring green eyes, focused intensely on his own.

Naruto licked his lips.

Good God.

“Hello, Naruto”, the young man greeted in a heady, sexually-charged voice.

The redhead reclined on Naruto’s bed, his upper body supported by his elbows. The leg that wasn’t covered by the sheet was bent, its knee in the air and leisurely rocking side-to-side, offering Naruto a tease of what lie beneath the satiny cloth.


The redhead was enchanted. He could honestly say that the blond looked even better naked. Long, powerful legs held up a lean, tanned body that was bigger than his own and in about the same shape. And holy shit was he packing!

Blue eyes like crystals shone from beneath wet blond lashes, revealing a combination of curiosity and lust.

Damn that’s hot, the redhead thought to himself.


Naruto licked his lips again, suddenly conscious of the strong scent of his lube in the room.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” the blond demanded.

“Gaara”, the young man answered calmly. “Waiting.”

Gaara.

It was an interesting name. Naruto thought it went well with the unique pair of eyes that was currently assessing his naked form from top to bottom.

Naruto wouldn’t dream of covering any part of his body with his hands. He was in the privacy of his own apartment, god dammit.

Besides, there wasn’t anything on display in the room that anyone needed to feel shame over.

“Waiting for what?” he asked, pacing to his left and then stopping, hands on his hips.

Gaara’s eyes followed him.

“To see if you’d need a lifeguard. You take very long showers.”

“I like to be thorough. How did you get in here?” Naruto asked.

Gaara jerked his head toward the nightstand.

Naruto followed the gesture with his eyes, spotting a single key on a paperclip laying there.

It was his spare key.

All right, so the man had discovered his spare key and let himself inside the apartment. That still didn’t explain why he was laid out like an offering on his bed.

Or why the room reeked of his lube.

And by the way, where the fuck was his cell phone?

“Who sent you?”

It was the only logical question for Naruto to ask.

“Tenzou.”

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Gaara’s response stole air from Naruto’s lungs.

How did he know?

Naruto was a gay man with a crazy weakness for redheads. It was something else he’d inherited from his father, whose affair with a beautiful young redhead thirty years ago resulted in his conception.

Few people knew any of that. Naruto had always conducted his romantic affairs with discretion. As a relatively new attorney, he didn’t want that information to be a platform used by potential clients to determine his value.

Tenzou had somehow managed to obtain that knowledge, and was now using Gaara to send the message.

Naruto wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Was Gaara there to kill him or what?

The redhead licked his lips again, and Naruto had to follow the movement with his eyes; deciding that if Gaara were an assassin, it would only send the young man’s already ridiculously high sex appeal score shooting into outer space.

Naruto paced to his right and stopped, his hands still positioned on his hips. He watched the redhead silently, intensely, hoping he wasn’t actually drooling. Those green eyes, that black kohl, that pink pout, that red hair, and all that silken pale skin--he was being bombarded by the sensual temptation that Gaara was.

Naruto couldn’t see Gaara’s hands—they rested on the bed beneath the shiny fabric of the sheet on either side of him.

He wondered if one of them held a weapon he intended to use on him.


“You seem apprehensive, Naruto”, Gaara spoke. “Don’t you like what you see?”

Naruto quirked a brow. His naked body was clearly demonstrating its approval.

He spread his arms wide. “I think the answer to that is obvious.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Gaara asked.

“Let’s just say I’m gun-shy”, Naruto answered, folding his arms across his chest.

“Don’t you trust Tenzou?”

“It’s you I don’t trust”, Naruto told him, pacing to his left again. “I have no idea who you are, or how old you are. You’ve entered my apartment unlawfully. You’re lying on my bed without a stitch on, except for that satiny piece of cloth draped enticingly across your middle, which also happens to be covering your hands.”

Gaara thought he looked very much like the lawyer he was, even in the nude.

Naruto paced to his right and then stopped.

“If you’re tossing the name of someone you think I know at me to try to justify any of this then the joke is on you.”

Gaara couldn’t stop himself from smiling. The ultra-sexy blond standing at the foot of the bed was indeed everything his brother Kankurou told him he was.

“You know they told me you were as sharp as a nail. To see it in action, though”, Gaara told him, slowly pulling his hands from beneath the sheet, “is a definite turn-on.”

Gaara sat up in the bed and held up pale hands. In one was Naruto’s cell phone—turned off—and in the other was his lube.

He set them both on the nightstand near Naruto’s spare key before turning back to him.

“My name is Gaara Sabaku”, he confessed. “I’m 22 years old. My older brother Kankurou Sabaku is a cop, and a good friend of your client Tenzou.”

Gaara reclined in the bed once more, heaving a sigh and rocking his knee again. “Tenzou is very grateful to you for getting him acquitted. He wanted to do something special for you as a token of his appreciation.”

Gaara licked his lips again. “That’s where I come in.”

Naruto’s heartbeat sped up at the sound of Gaara’s bedroom voice reciting the words ‘I come’.

He was something special to do, alright.

“Why you?” Naruto heard himself asking. Was this smoking-hot something the angel of Naruto’s death, sent for the blond’s final earthly pleasure before making off with his very soul?

“Would you prefer someone else?”

“I would prefer an explanation.” Naruto didn’t miss a beat. “What exactly did you think you would be doing here, and why did you agree to do it for them?”

“I don’t think I need to explain the interdependencies of real estate to economics and politics. A lot was riding on Tenzou’s acquittal. You got him off. As for what I’m going to be doing here”, Gaara continued, “That is entirely up to you.”

Holy Lord.

Naruto blinked slowly and tried to remain focused. “So you came here on behalf of your brother and my client to be a…party favor”, Naruto assessed.

Gaara shrugged. “Party favor, maid, whatever you require.”

Naruto could just see the redhead now, on his hands and knees in his kitchen wearing nothing but an apron, scrubbing the linoleum with a large, soapy brush.

Sweet, taut ass in the air wiggling as he scrubbed, begging to be covered in whip cream and consumed like so much confection…

Naruto shook the thought from his mind as his cock twitched its approval. Down boy.

“Just because I won a case doesn’t mean you can trust me”, he reasoned.

“Did I mention my brother is a cop?”

“Okay.” Naruto couldn’t argue with that one.

He decided to shift gears. “Is this something you do often?”

“Does that really matter?” Gaara parried.

“It does to me. See, I’m not the type to take candy from babies or money from old ladies. If you’re allowing your brother to exploit you, that’s your own business. But I’m not going to be party to that—“ Naruto scanned the man from head to toe and back again—“no matter how tempted I might be.”

Gaara smirked. A lawyer with integrity? He thought to himself.

A guy could fall in love.

“It isn’t like that”, Gaara told him.

Isn’t it? “Then what is it like?” Naruto asked.

“I want to be here with you, Naruto.”

Naruto snorted. God, if only. “That’s so plausible coming from a complete stranger.”

“You’re not a complete stranger to me.”

Naruto raised his brows in surprise. “What, now you’re going to tell me you’ve been watching me from afar?”

Gaara quirked a brow. What if I was? “Is it so hard to believe that I’m attracted to you, Naruto?”

Naruto rolled his eyes at Gaara’s emphasis on the words ‘so hard’—and the way his traitorous cock twitched in response to them. This was quickly becoming ridiculous.

“Gaara, my time is very valuable. So either be straight with me, or kindly get the fuck out of my apartment.”

Just then Naruto realized he’d have to use lube with a different scent from now on, or he’d associate it with the highly-sexual image of Gaara lying on his bed uttering ‘I come’ and ‘so hard’ for the rest of his natural life.

Damn him.

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A/N: the song is called Just Got Paid, by Johnny Kemp: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YhvHOsg_Pk

I make no claims.

I seem to have a thing for cops and lawyers, LOL. What is that about?

All right! Impasse! Will Gaara come clean or will this be the end? Find out in the next exciting super smut-filled chapter, COMING SOON!

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