Rebirthday Gift

His rebirthday gift was always the best thing he received in a year. He often received them from random villagers out of respect—and not fear—he hoped, and from his siblings. However, in an attempt to honor their ties, he was given a rebirthday gift each year from the Hokage of Konoha. In the letter sent to him in regards to it last year, on the one year anniversary of his being returned to life, he was offered the use of any chuunin or lower shinobi of Konoha for a week as long as the shinobi remained in the village of Sunagakure for the length of his visit.

His first instinct had been Naruto. Quite a week that had been too. Now a year later, he was gifted with the presence of the very same shinobi. Their relationship had developed and changed quite rapidly last time Naruto was in the village. Continued by their admittedly excessive letter writing campaign, the relationship was as solid as could be expected.

Of course it was the first evening of Naruto’s stay that he was reminded of a promise he’d made the shinobi. “You know if anyone ever found out about this, there would be a scandal,” Temari had counseled him, knowing just enough about their relationship to understand that it was on a level worthy of a scandal.

But, Gaara thought, if she only know the promise I made. He sat down on the couch beside Naruto, finding himself strangely nervous in the blonde’s presence. Perhaps it was the thought of keeping the promise. That was very likely. It entailed him doing something he wasn’t quite so sure about.

To say that he was sexually experienced would be a laughable lie. Clumsy experiments with the blonde over a year ago had done little to teach him about sex between males, and now Naruto was asking this favor of him. Not that he didn’t want to try it, but it was unnerving. Naruto had to be very talented if he thought this variant of the Henge was powerful enough to stand up to certain activities. Usually they required such concentration… but perhaps it was something Konoha taught its students, or that people of Konoha were naturally inclined to being able to do. After all, the Hokage herself had some form of a Henge that remained active on her throughout every day.

“Gaara,” the blonde whispered in his ear, placing a hand on the Kazekage’s leg. Gaara had seen the lust in his lover’s eyes throughout the day and had let it leak into him, causing him to have his fair share of day dreams while the two sat in his office, catching up. By this point, it was a mutual need to experience some sort of release. After all, they had had nearly a year of torturous written foreplay. Suffice it to say that Gaara was not in a position to ignore the breath on his ear. “Kazekage-sama,” the whisper was in a lusty sing-song.

“You called?” Gaara turned and matched green with blue eyes, raising an eyebrow challengingly. Naruto’s only response was to claim the redhead’s lips with his own. A battle of wills resulted; translated into understandable actions not through fists but through lips, tongue. And wonder of wonders, Naruto’s will overcame Gaara’s once again. He found himself on his back on the couch, the blonde leaf shinobi pinning him down by the wrists and knees.

“Happy Rebirthday,” Gaara heard, just barely before a wet warmth enveloped the lobe of his right ear and lips began to trail down the side of his face. His hands slid up under the blonde’s shirt, feeling solid abs, pert nipples, just the diamond hard chest he remembered being held to in the dark during the uncomfortable time of irrational fear that he shouldn’t sleep now that he could.

Fighting back for some semblance of control in their battle of tongues, he leaned upward into the kiss as far as he could, thrusting his hips against Naruto’s, only to feel the waiting erection which brought his to full mast. Pushing charka into his arms, he thrust up and reversed their positions, so that for once he was atop the konoha-nin. Naruto’s needy grabbing at the redhead forced Gaara to raise his hands above his head, allow himself to be disrobed, quite literally.

Clamping down on Naruto’s waist with his legs, Gaara brought his hands down and formed the seals as he had learned in the past.

“Orioke no Jutsu.”

All at once, the smoke was rising around him, and all at once everything was different. The raging strain in his pants was gone, replaced by a warmth between his legs. He could feel that his chest was different, and he could tell that he was ridiculously off balance. Good thing that the only thing he planned to balance on was right beneath him. The smoke cleared, and he could see the lust replaced by curiosity in the blonde’s eyes, and then a renewed lust.

The pleasure was there, it was just in a whole new form. He’d never… dreamed. When Naruto’s hands landed on his stomach, Gaara watched his lover through half-lidded eyes, lust causing him to rub his… no, her, womanhood against the blue eyed shinobi. The hands slid up to grasp Gaara’s breasts, and she moaned as pleasure coursed through her. As Naruto’s thumbs sat to working over Gaara’s nipples, the redhead soon discovered a new level to her arousal in the nether regions. Looking down to where her now badly fitting pants rubbed against Naruto’s she could see dampness.

“Tell me how it feels,” Naruto whispered before leaning up to place his lips on Gaara’s throat, sucking and eliciting more of a groan than a moan. The warmth of his hand on her breasts was just the surface of it though, and try as Gaara might to explain… it was hard. Suffice it to say it consisted of more than a few expletives but roughly translated to, “Fucking Amazing.”

The tongue flicking across his nipples brought Gaara to a level of instinctual arousal she’d never experienced before, even during those precious few nights with her lover a year prior. Rubbing her clothed crotch against his, Gaara was distracted enough in the pleasure that she didn’t even realize what was happening before it was too late. The redhead found herself on her back, her long red hair framing a petite face, Naruto’s hands holding her C cups, kneading and squeezing. Through her noticeably longer eyelashes, she looked up at Naruto, a blush spreading across her face, her voice now feminine as she uttered his name in need.

Naruto reached up to the edge of her pants and slowly pulled then down and away, revealing her netherlips. For Gaara this was an obvious first, and she found herself wanting to reach down to feel them. Looking down to take in as much of the sight as she could, she felt her arousal growing under Naruto’s hungry eyes.

“So wet,” he moaned, running a finger over her mound, causing her hips to jerk upward in pleasure. “I’ve always wanted to try this,” Naruto said, moving off of Gaara’s legs and down toward the other end of the couch. Leaning forward, Gaara watched as the boy’s face covered her completely. When she first felt the tongue against her wetness it was all she could do not to explode. The pressure increasing in her seemed to spread white heat up her body. Naruto continued stroking the clit with his tongue for a moment before letting it delve deep within Gaara, who thrust her hips toward him.

Gaara might not have known much about what was happening, but what she did know was that she needed Naruto inside her, and fast.

"Naruto," she moaned out. "Please... stop teasing." When she felt his tongue vanish, it increased her need, and her right hand snaked down to replace it, a finger plunging in experimentally as Naruto freed his hard cock from his pants. Naruto's mouth on hers was distraction enough that she barely noticed the blonde moving her hand away.

She did notice, however, when a sharp pain shot through her. Gasping into the kiss she felt him fill her completely. He had stopped moving, perhaps in recognition of the pain, perhaps not, but after a moment she was recovered, and managed between hurried passionate kisses to tell him that. Slowly he slid out, leaving a surprisingly profound emptiness, before plunging back in.

She arched her back as a wave of pleasure shot through her body. Naruto reacted by seizing one of the seemingly offered nipples in his mouth and eliciting loud moans. As he continued to thrust she couldn't help but grasp onto him, her nails pressed into his back as she tried to keep from squirming in pleasure.

Moaning with abandon she dug her nails in deeper as he released her breast, nuzzling her face briefly before increasing pace. She thrust down, trying to pull him in more deeply. It was at that point that there was a sudden and inexplicable spike in pleasure, her whole body suddenly going rigid as he touched this spot in her, something deep and primal emerging.

"Naruto," she moaned loudly as she thrust down to meet him again, the spot being rubbed once more as he thrust. Time and time again she called out his name until something hot exploded within her, spreading to every corner of her body as her orgasm hit her. Not even a second later he came as she clamped down the walls around him, leaning up to seize his bottom lip between her teeth in a possessiveness neither knew she had.

Naruto collapsed atop her a moment later, softening and coming out of her as the pair abruptly felt their arousals dissipating. She softly nipped at his shoulder as he moved so that he was not crushing her. Feeling the contents of her vagina barely amongst the rush of emotions and hormones, she shifted too, until his head lay in her lap as she sat against the back of the couch.

What a rebirthday.