Adventures in Docking

Adventures in Docking

If there’s a surge of docking in yaoi fanfiction (which, despite seeing many lemons, I have not seen docking in any of them and I really doubt that I will see any of it in the future) then you know who to blame. I’m sorry. Here’s to adding a spicy new flavor (?) to that same old lemon taste!

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Gaara was grateful to see the council leave. He’d been waiting all morning for this. So had the man hiding under his desk. To sit in such a cramped space for so many hours must be maddening. Gaara sincerely commended him. It was time for lunch and he had an hour all to himself. Only a few more minutes had to pass before he would reduce himself to indulging in the most basic of human pleasures. He had to finish going over the bill of agenda for the afternoon with Temari.

“…and of course, you’ll be finished at six and you can spend the evening hanging out with Naruto-kun.” She said, like he didn’t remember that his best friend—and secret boyfriend—was in Suna. “That sound alright?”

“Perfectly good.” Gaara said with a blank face as usual, though he was really wishing that she would leave.

“Do you want me to order you a lunch?” She asked, worrying about her brother the way only a sister could.

He’d mentioned sleeping less than normally and it seemed like he’d lost a little bit of weight. Ever since he went and bought his own house, it was harder for her and Kankuro to keep up with what he was doing. She hoped that she could entrust her youngest brother to the Uzumaki. Gaara’s crush on him was as obvious as the sun that hung over the village itself. When the mail came, he always asked if Naruto had sent him a letter and when one of the elder sand siblings got into a personal conversation with him one on one, without fail he brought Naruto up and went off into a rambling tangent about him. She wondered if Gaara himself realized it yet. About a season ago, she asked him what his feelings toward Naruto were. Her brother, the Kazekage, blushed as he stuttered through some bizarre explanation of how Naruto was very precious to him and he’d do everything in his power (and then some) to protect him and about how ‘Naruto-kun’ treated him like a normal person while managing to make him feel special at the same time. It was single-handedly the most hilarious thing she’d ever seen in her life.

But she wasn’t going to make fun of her brother’s fey heart. Someday, he’d tell Naruto how he felt and she would make sure that if Naruto reciprocated those feelings that he would be the sweetest (and hopefully only) boyfriend he’d ever had. She wasn’t sure if she could handle having Gaara bringing a different guy home every weekend. That might just kill her. But it wasn’t her business, so for now, she would stay out of it.

“No, I brought my own lunch.” He assured her.

Since when could Gaara cook? “Did you buy it on the way here?”

“No…” He smiled slightly, which only meant that a certain loudmouth blonde was involved. “Naruto-kun made it for me.”

Temari pinched her arm discretely before she burst out into crooning ‘aww, it’s so sweet I think my teeth are going to rot to the core’. “You act like newly-weds, otouto.”

“We-we do not!” Gaara protested, turning a vivid shade of red unlike any known to mankind.

“If you say so, otouto.” Temari said with a smile.

“Could you please tell everyone not to disturb me during lunch unless it’s an absolute emergency?” He didn’t want to get walked in on by some person who would likely scream like a little girl and faint on the floor. More people would rush to investigate and they’d follow suit. He could instigate a fainting conga line if things didn’t go as planned.

“Why, is Naruto-kun coming over so you two can cuddle?” Temari teased.

There’d be a teensy weensy bit more than cuddling going on… “No, I have a slight headache and I see no reason to aggravate it unnecessarily.”

“Would you like some aspirin?”

“No, I feel it’ll subside if I just let it be for now.” Gaara said, rubbing his temples to further the illusion.

“I hope you feel better soon, otouto. We wouldn’t want you to be sick when Naruto-kun comes to visit you…” she ribbed, winking at her brother before he gathered a small amount of sand into a ball and sent it flying at her. She escaped through the door and the sand collapsed before it caused any damage, reconstructing itself so that it locked the door to help dissuade any interlopers.

“Is she gone?”

“Yes.” Gaara scooted his chair back and Uzumaki Naruto rolled out from beneath the Kage’s desk, breathing in fresh air. “You weren’t too uncomfortable, were you?”

“I’m super fine, ‘ttebayo!” Naruto guaranteed him, striking the Good Guy Pose™.

Being the sexual aggressor, he bent down to cup the smaller man’s face in his hands to kiss him thoroughly. His hands trickled down Gaara’s back to cup his bottom and the redhead squeaked through their connected lips. They broke apart and Naruto rubbed noses with the Kage.

“I love you, Gaara-kun.”

“I… I also love you, Naruto-kun.” The phrase always sounded so strange when he said it. He couldn’t believe that he loved and was loved in turn by someone else. Years of being stuck with Shukaku could do that to you.

They’d hooked up around the same time Temari had asked him what his feelings for Naruto were (to be precise, it was the day after) and the confession involved several shots of whiskey, false courage, and the candidness being slightly drunk. Naruto’s exact words were ‘Gaara, I fucking love you! I wanna have man babies with you! (There was a hiccup between this and the following statement) And they will be the cutest fucking man babies that ever lived!’ After shouting that, he promptly fell asleep in Gaara’s lap and left Gaara on edge for the rest of the night, wondering if it was true. When Naruto verified the legitimacy of this statement, there was some awkward kissing and cuddling and an overall sense of ‘okay, what do we do now?’

What they did was unanimously decide to keep their relationship under wraps until the craziness of the world died down a little (Hawk made an attack on Konoha a week after the confession and there was a peasant riot in Sunagakure that Gaara made sure to cut off at the head) and they thought the people around them would understand and support their relationship. Naruto would come visit Gaara at least once or twice a month using vacation days and Gaara would, of course, stop over at Konoha for Kage business. A lot had gone on recently and they’d had missions, paperwork, and drama within their separate lives, but when they got together, they forgot about it for a while. There was a nice simplicity of being together.

The sexual nature of their relationship was new grounds. It started a month ago when Gaara had woken up in the middle of the night to go get a glass of water and, noticing that the bathroom light was on and that there were odd, grunting noises radiating from the vicinity of the door, he opened that door to find Naruto leaning against the frame and tugging on his penis in a way that didn’t seem quite natural to Gaara. The redhead had cleared his throat, since Naruto obviously was too caught up in what he was doing to realize he was there. With a shock of horror and surprise on his face, Naruto’s head snapped up as he orgasmed and for a moment, things seemed to go in slow motion for him. His thoughts kept screaming ‘oh god noooooo!’ as he willed his sperm to go anywhere but on Gaara, which it didn’t, leading to yet another awkward moment in their relationship. He immediately had fallen to his knees, softening dick still out as he kowtowed, apologizing for his horrible deed while Gaara was trying to figure out what just happened. Naruto said ‘I’m sorry’ for five minutes straight and after that they’d had a long talk about the birds and the bees that left both of them blushing. The final shocker of the night was Gaara muttering that he ‘wouldn’t mind’ if they tried ‘such things’ sometime.

From there, they’d petted, fondled, and groped their way to techniques that actually required them to take off clothing. Naruto educated Gaara in the fine art of masturbation to get him used to the sensation of being touched there to a point of orgasm. Then they would shyly stroke each other’s symbols of manhood late at night, under the covers, in the privacy of Gaara’s home. Finally, Naruto said ‘hey, I was thinking of Jiraiya the other day and I remembered something really neat he told me we can do with our foreskins, do you want to try it?’

Though during his preteen years, it was something he was ashamed of having because all the normal boys were cut, Naruto was rather enjoying his skin now (though he had yet to see another Konohan male with one, despite having gone to the public bath to investigate several times). Gaara had never realized that most people didn’t have one. Both had been causality in action.

At Gaara’s birth, Shukaku fiercely flailed at the pair of scissors they’d intended on using with his sand, not wanting to take part of any form of phallic alteration and feeling a smidgen of sympathy for the boy who contained him. All subsequent attempts were similarly denied. Shukaku was reminded too much of seeing his fellow tanuki’s generous testicles amputated for ridiculous purposes like libido enhancement and growth stimulants to think of letting anything sharp get near his host’s organ. Eventually, the doctors surrendered and gave Gaara strict instructions to wash under it every day, which he followed.

During Naruto’s prime time for this repugnant operation, people were just too busy to bother doing it. They had to rebuild the village and clean dead bodies and find that old fart Sarutobi so they could get him out of retirement and back in charge. Unlike Gaara, he didn’t have anyone telling him how he was supposed to take care of it, so he routinely got infections until Iruka acknowledged him and explained that it may seem like a chore, but it was necessary. Sasuke had laughed at it when they were younger and made a point to tease him about it when they were alone. Sai was similar in that aspect (as much as he hated being compared to ‘shit like Sasuke’) except for he was much more public about calling Naruto ‘anteater dick’, which was in fact a step up from ‘dickless pantywaist’.

It only added to the list of things they had in common with each other and wrote another page in the book of nifty sexual tricks, which was what they were accessing now.

“Are you hard or soft?” Naruto asked as he took off his pants.

“Soft.” Gaara replied, spreading his Kage robes and dropping his boxers. For once, he didn’t have layers over layers over layers. It frustrated Naruto to the point of ripping his clothes apart and made sexual play difficult.

“Good.” When they were hard, they would frot and when they were soft, they would dock, the latter being their preference.

They shuffled closer together, trying not to trip on their discarded garments. Naruto, in sudden remembrance, pulled a small black tube out of his pocket and squirted some of the clear, gooey contents on his fingers. He smeared a thin layer on Gaara’s head, then his own. He discarded it on the desk where it would inevitably be lost under papers and discovered by Temari one day, requiring a good explanation as to why her baby brother was playing with lube.

“What’s that?”

“Warming lubricant. I wanted to try it out.” Naruto shrugged as he slid his foreskin back.

Gaara lifted his hood and stretched it over his partners’ head. This was the third time they’d done this and he felt much more comfortable about it than on the maiden voyage, where he’d been worried about tearing before he realized how elastic the skins were. Naruto quickly extended his own foreskin over Gaara’s still soft manhood and once he was sure that it was secure, he slid his head past Gaara’s and began rocking into his boyfriend’s skin. The redhead uttered an earthy, completely unsophisticated moan as Naruto stroked him while the warming effects of the lube commenced like they were supposed to. Despite it being technically non-penetrative, they thought it was still a good way to figure out what being in each other was like.

Quickly hardening, the sensation became more intense and Gaara found his knees going weak. Making sure their bond didn’t break, he slowly walked backward so that he could at least brace himself against his desk if it got to be too much. Naruto retrieved the tube to rub some lubricant on the fingers of his free hand and slid them between Gaara’s legs to begin stimulating the ring of muscles around his entrance. He drew a circle around it with one finger and teasingly applied just enough pressure to get it slightly inside of him before pulling out, only to push two fingers all the way in. Gaara bit his lip as the fingers moved in time with Naruto’s cock, which he could feel dripping precum already.

“Come on, Gaara. I’m not the only one here, am I?” He removed the fingers, choosing to use them to caress his mate’s sack, lightly squeezing the plush balls.

Usually Naruto would take the lead, but now he seemed interested in having Gaara move as well. Thrusting brusquely, a stronger wall of friction passed between them and Naruto was the one to make a sound this time, a noise that was between a moan and a hiss. It took him a while to get the pattern, but Gaara fell into the rhythm that his lover had created. The office was silent save for the restrained vocalizations that they smothered with kisses.

“Can I try something?” Gaara asked as he felt a familiar pooling in his abdomen. He found that docking was something that often ended quickly with all the fluids building up between them.

“Go ahead.” Naruto smiled his usual sunny smile and gestured that he had his full attention. When they drew back, Gaara maneuvered his head so that their cocks were no longer side to side, but top and bottom. Naruto purred as they thrusted in. “I like the way you think.”

Drawing back, Gaara gasped as the sensitive spot below his head was stroked against and felt the pooling tighten sharply. He switched so that Naruto was on top for the next thrust and the blonde shivered, more precum spilling out of him. Naruto began stroking them faster to match the quickening pace of his thrusts.

“I’m about to cum…” Gaara’s voice was barely a whisper.

Naruto pulled back one last time and put them head to head, grinding against Gaara. To Gaara’s surprise, Naruto was the first, breath coming in short gasps as he orgasmed. Milliseconds later, Gaara followed and his cum spurted out in long, steady bursts to counter Naruto’s quick, erratically timed ones. Their essences mingled and as Naruto continued to grind, he came again. Their foreskins filled and they felt a brief moment of weightlessness before they softened.

“Still feels a little weird, doesn’t it?” Naruto queried, kissing Gaara’s forehead.

“Yes, but satisfying.”

They pinched the opening of their skins shut as they broke apart so they wouldn’t make a mess on the carpet. Naruto got down on his knees and courteously placed his mouth over Gaara’s pinching fingers. Gaara released his tip and warm sperm slipped past Naruto’s tongue in a mixture of bitterness and a sharp sweetness. Slowly sliding Gaara’s foreskin back, he let his mouth inch up the limp cock, sucking away all the evidence that this had happened. Once satisfied with his job, he suckled on the head to milk any remaining drops Gaara may have left in him.

“Itadakimasu.” He said as he licked his lips. As he stood, Gaara knelt, robes trailing behind him like a gossamer shadow. “I was just going to wipe it off with a tissue. You don’t have to do that…”

“Are we equals?” Gaara queried, his sea green eyes peering up at Naruto from their black-rimmed sockets.

Not waiting for an answer, he took Naruto into his mouth to provide him with the same cleaning service and taking it a step further to not stop when Naruto was clean. Blood began to return south and Naruto hardened in the Kage’s mouth as he watched the crimson hair bob back and forth on his dick. A pop sounded when Gaara suddenly pulled back to smirk with his reddened, spit slicked lips. Naruto was without a climax to end this lovely lunch break. Standing, Gaara straightened his robes and placed his hat on his head, taking his place back in his seat so he could look like some royal badass.

“Dammit, don’t leave me hanging like this, ‘ttebayo!” Naruto growled, gesturing at his erection. “If you don’t finish sucking me off—”

“You’ll what?” Gaara dared him to come up with something that could humiliate him in front of others.

“I’ll jump out when the Mizukage comes in and fuck you on your desk!”

“No you won’t. We agreed that we wouldn’t do anal until we were ready.” Gaara gave his sly smile.

Naruto ran over Gaara’s schedule in his head. “Then I’ll give you a blow job when all those people are in here proposing laws!”

“Good luck with that.”

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Temari knocked and waited to hear her baby brother invite her inside. Little did she know, Naruto was muttering obscenities while he jerked himself off under Gaara’s desk and that Gaara himself was sporting a hard-on, happily waiting for the spontaneous attention that Naruto had warned him about. His coloring had improved in the course of the hour as he sat signing papers to veto crap that didn’t need to happen. She hoped he’d eaten well enough.

“Do you feel any better, otouto?”

She was surprised to see him give a wry smile. “Yes. Much better.”

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…Anyway, the idea for this came from a spur-of-the-moment thought I had while sitting around one evening. It went something like ‘if Gaara’s been protected by Shukaku since birth, does that mean he’s uncircumcised?’ I ended up drawing a four panel comic about Naruto coming to the same conclusion in about the same manner, which I’d post on my DA account if I had a scanner handy. Then after that was finished, I thought, ‘hey, I could write a whole story about this!’ So I wondered what interesting things could be done with a foreskin. And I researched. And I found a very informational website dedicated to docking and it is simultaneously slightly gross while totally amazing and if you don’t mind the occasional picture of a penis and you’re interested in docking, you should definitely check it out.

Oh my lanta, the things that were on there… They had a forum thread discussing the flavors of cum. And they like to get very descriptive about docking stories. There was this one that involved hemorrhoids, a movie star, and silicone lubricant that I found quite amusing. Oh my god, their banner! It’s a little clip of people docking! Oh… I could write on and on about the wonders it holds… But that’s because I’m a pervert… All interested readers (which I presume is none of you) can PM me for the link. Hopefully I didn’t totally fail with the ‘spicy’ lemon. Whatever. Until next time, folks.

~YamiTenshi~