Canopy of Lights

AN: Fic written for Kink journal at lj: http://imlikat.livejournal.com/38524.html

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"Ah." It's a breathy moan and Sasuke hadn't thought that Gaara was capable of making such sounds, but then he had never thought that he was this type of man himself. It feels wrong, he wants to stop, to break free of Gaara's embrace and leave before they both do something they will regret but he finds that he is unable of such a thing.

Sasuke feels his heart flutter and his stomach flip as he watches the expressions that play over Gaara's face. Sasuke can tell that he is angry, frustrated and that being so has made the redhead reckless. Perhaps he should be afraid but Sasuke pretends not to be so wise...if only for one night.

Gaara's erection feels hot and heavy in his hand, wet against his palm as he strokes it, his eyes glitter in the faint light as he watches the play of foreskin under his firm fingers.

It isn't even logical to be doing this.

Not considering what has them both so bothered.

Sasuke feels betrayed, but he cannot process why. There are those who would say that he is enamoured with Naruto. That Naruto is all too soon to be a married man and that is what makes him seek out comfort in another man, another place. But this isn't true. Such reasoning rings painfully hollow for Sasuke.

He doesn't want Naruto....but then what?

Does he begrudge his oldest friend for finding happiness and warmth in the loving arms of another? Perhaps. This thought, though Sasuke hates to admit it, rings with a disconcerting truth.


Gaara shivers under the kiss of cold air as he feels insistent fingers push off his robes. He rolls his shoulders back and agreeably lets the material slide off, hitting the floor even as cool, calloused fingertips explore his skin. Gaara makes quick work of the buckles and restraints that hold him into his all together too formal outfit, stopping when his cock is sufficiently freed and under the too skilled orchestration of Sasuke's cool, long fingers.

His eyes squeeze closed for a moment, and Gaara feels heat flush through him as Sasuke toys with the head of his cock. Gaara thinks that perhaps he should be sickened by all this--Uchiha is not the one he wants, and yet he is shameless in vocalizing the moans that bubble up in his chest as he feels the slickness of his over precum easing the way between Sasuke's hand and his cock.

If he tries hard enough he can even pretend that it is someone else entirely standing in front of him. But every time Sasuke jerks his cock particularly well his whole body is wracked with pleasure and the illusion fades, leaving him with a sick stomach and a shuddering body.


It is wrong for them to defile Naruto and Hinata's marital bed like this and yet neither man can help the magnetic need that pulls them to the specially prepared, lavish king size bed that is strung with a canopy of soft lights and flowers.

Sasuke fails to notice the rose petals that he crushes with his body as he is pushed flat on his back on the soft linens.

Gaara ignores the way the dangling lights brush against his hair as he crawls over Sasuke's prone body, his erection dripping wet as he settles between Sasuke's spread legs. The dark haired man doesn't complain or pull away when his legs are hoisted up against his chest, or when Gaara, without word or warning positions himself at the other man's unprepared entrance and pushes in.


Sasuke's hands are creasing the crisply ironed sheets so very easily as he twists on the soft white linens, bleeding rose petals under his writhing body as Gaara breaches him with an single unhesitating push. It is slow. The burning stretch is unavoidable and Sasuke's chest heaves with the effort of breathing as his gut clenches and his muscles spasm but Sasuke doesn't hate it.

He's disgusted with himself.

But he thinks--looking up at Gaara who is bathed in soft light that smudges the edges of his straining muscles just so-- that if the redhead would wear such a beautiful expression every time, that perhaps he could bring himself to be a little less lonely a little more often.

Gaara feels the illusion slipping away as he feels the heat that surrounds his cock, and the body of the man under him demands his attention. Before long he's finds himself yearning to hear those low sounds of pleasure that slip past the other man's lips, and his hips are moving purposefully to illicit those reactions.

It is impossible to pretend any longer that what he is doing--what they are doing-- is anything but what it is. Gaara can only moan when Sasuke reaches behind him and runs a finger or two down his spine and through his crease, spreading tightly clenched muscles. His hips snap forward of their own accord and they are both moaning brokenly. His breathing is ragged as Gaara pushes into Sasuke's plaint body again and again, feeling his resentment and anger and dejection ebb away under the crashing force of the pleasure that Sasuke's body draws from him.


Sasuke finger's Gaara's body heavily, feeling astonished that his stomach flutters pleasantly whenever he garners an unexpected response from the redhead's body. He watches with keen but narrowed eyes as he feels coils of heat snake through him and takes great enjoyment in seeing the man above him come lose of the shackles that bind him.

Gaara climaxes unexpectedly, moaning and with his breath stolen from his lungs and absolutely unable to hold himself back. He is buried deep in Sasuke and feels his own seed hot against his cock as it surges from him. Gaara feels unexpectedly ashamed of the knowledge that it is a string of light dancing against the nape of his his neck that sets him off.

Sasuke smiles a little at the painted expressions that dance of Gaara's face as his orgasm takes him and jerks his own cock until he too comes, forcing a high keening moan from the redhead as his ass clenches around Gaara's still twitching cock.


They collapse in a sweaty pile on the crumpled sheets, their breathing laboured. Gaara presses his head against the sheets just above Sasuke's collarbone and sees nothing but black and feels nothing but the faint temours of the body beneath him.

Sasuke finds himself looking up at the blurring strands of light above him and tangles a hand in Gaara's soft red hair. He plays with the strands idly as he waits for the other man to recover. His own body still shivers occasionally in the wake of his fading pleasure.


It is a little while before either of them move but they both feel the urgency. They cannot risk being discovered here. After all, soon enough the happy newlywed couple would be making their way to the marital chamber to celebrate their wedding night in what is meant to be an unchristened bed.

Their movements are hurried and yet reluctant as they pull away from each other and make quick work of cleaning up. They get dressed faster even than they got undressed and then they pause under the wash of dim hollow light.

For a moment they regard each other coolly from either side of the bed. Sasuke feels the other man's reluctance to leave. It's as though to leave without saying anything would invalidate what has passed between the two of them.

Sasuke steps boldly onto the bed with that thought in mind. The strings of light dance in his hair and caress his cheeks as he kneels on one leg on the bed in front of Gaara. he reaches out, grabs a fistful of the other man's hair and pulls him into a kiss.

It is unhurried for all the urgency they feel, and undefined in it's undirected grace. Their tongues touch briefly and Sasuke feels Gaara sigh against his lips before pulling away.

For an instant they part. And then Gaara grips Sasuke by the collar and pulls him urgently against his lips again. And what they shared is no longer threatening to fade into non existence. Quite the opposite, it flutters boldly like a newborn bird in either of their hearts.

"I'm sorry." Sasuke says in a low voice against Gaara's cheek and they continue to hold each other just a little longer. Sasuke nearly moans as the realization that his sore and abused entrance pulses with need at the sheer feel of Gaara tensing against him. "I know you loved her."

Gaara pulls back, and the angry set of his eyes is forgiven a little by the soft light. "Only from afar. And it was only Naruto she ever loved..." Gaara paused, and Sasuke knows that he can't help what he says next. "It's just that looking at her made me feel at peace."

Sasuke kisses Gaara's cheek once, a faint brush of lips before finaly pulling away and stepping onto firm ground again. They both know it is time to leave. "Still..."

"No. Sasuke. I am no longer in pain at the thought of Naruto's union to Hinata." Gaara's voice breaks a little on the syllables of the name of the woman he once loved, but Sasuke forgives his moment of weakness. He leans in and kisses him once more, sweetly, before turning and leaving through the heavy wooden door, relieved that he no longer feels that fierce ache of loneliness in his chest as sharply as when the night began.

Gaara watches his retreat with lidded eyes, and thinks that he was foolish to ever think that a man like Sasuke could be cast in the image of the woman so desperately loved. And still, Gaara is surprised to find--as he too leaves the room, shutting the door to the marital chambers with a dull thud behind his back--that he does not regret his error in judgment in the least.

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AN: I had fun with this one. I enjoy this pairing, though usually in my mind Sasuke tops. I'm also trying out different styles of writing and different challenges. The Kink mem over at imlikat's journal is tons of fun, if you're interested go check it out. I'm probably not going to post all the stuff I post there here on aff.

- Incessant_Darkness