For the Sake of Duty

For the Sake of Duty

Chalk up ch. 474 as another great moment in NaruGaaNaru history. I meant to get this up before 475, but Kishi draws too damn fast. Or maybe I write too slow.

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"If you are prepared to bare the title of Kage, then do what you must as Sasuke's friend."

Gaara's hand on his shoulder felt heavy, final. No one had any hope left for Sasuke. Only he still believed that there was some goodness that could shine through. It was in his blood. There had to be more than this. Redemption over death. Life over loss. But how could Sasuke ever hope to reacclimate to village life after what he'd done? He had caused suffering and pain to many people in many ways. Who knows how many nights Sakura spent weeping because of him?

And the damage that had been done to Naruto himself was irreversable. He felt cold on the inside. Nothing was real anymore. Not Sakura's so-called 'love', not the support of his friends, not the goal he'd been striving towards ever since his return to Konoha. All of it was false. Just like the supposed friendship in that hand that lay on him. Of all people, Gaara had to understand how it felt to be wandering through the darkness. Sasuke may have closed his eyes, but he couldn't keep them shut forever. His body would naturally be drawn towards that tiny sliver of light, flickering but never wavering, the hope that still lived within the young man who he used to call his friend. Salvation could come even to the stubborn and wicked.

They couldn't see that. They didn't know what he did. He believed in the light that could pierce through the clouds of disillusionment.

Naruto slapped Gaara's hand away with a snarl. "I can become a Kage because I will never give up on a comrade, even when he has fallen."

Kakashi rolled his eyes. "I knew telling him this was a mistake."

Sai shrugged neutrally. He didn't see what the blonde was so worked up over. Both of the elder Sunan siblings shifted uncomfortably where they stood. They'd never seen Naruto like this before. What had happened to the boy that had always smiled even when he was hurting on the inside? Where had this viciousness come from?

Gaara bore the worst of the insult. Pinpricks dotted his eyes with a sudden burning sensation that he found forced him try to compress his breath into a hard mass in his chest so that nothing else would happen. It had not been a gesture meant to harm or offend, so why had Naruto slapped him away? His throat ached as it clenched shut and he swayed a bit as he tried to suppress the emotion that was attempting to bubble out of him. He could not speak, could not save the situation.

The silence was taken as cold disapproval from a calculating youth. Naruto ran.

"Should we go after him?" Temari asked as the orange blur streaked into the distance.

"He needs to let off some steam. He'll be back soon enough." Kakashi wasn't particularly concerned. "He's had a worse day than you can imagine."

"Yes, it was completely terrible." Sai smiled at the three foreigners. "He simply can't handle it."

"But if Akatsuki--" Kankuro protested, only to be cut off by his brother.

"I'll go after him. I was the one to upset him." The words came out slowly, like he was speaking through mud. His throat ached so terribly. Only if one was listening closely could they hear the tremor in his voice. "I swore I would protect him on my life and I will not fail to follow through on that promise. He deserves that much."

"We should go with you." Kankuro began to turn in the direction but a sharp needle of sand soared past his ear.

"I will do it by myself."

And Gaara began to run.

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Blindly Naruto flew across the land, flailing wildly at tree branches that got in his way, biting his lip until it bled. He needed to scream, to rend, to obliterate. It was the nature of the beast within him. But this was not the place. Occasionally he would swiftly vent his frustrations by pumping the frozen trees with chakra until they exploded, wasting no more than a few seconds here and there. Wood shrapnel left a telltale trail, but he didn't care. He wanted the Akatsuki to find him. He wanted Sasuke to find him. They had to duel, it would be the only way to end this. With his hands clenched into claws, he prowled until he found a good clearing. The only building in sight was a dilapidated shed.

He let loose a guttural howl and began attacking any inanimate object he could get his hands on. By the time Gaara arrived, he had decimated enough trees to build an entire village and there were deep gouges in the thick snow. He gave no warning. His sand leapt through the air and seized the blonde, who thrashed mindlessly in his grasp. The sun was beginning to set. It would soon be too dark to safely navigate back the way they came.

Once Naruto tired himself out, Gaara led him into the shed. The blonde sat down angrily, glaring at the dusty floor. Gaara collected kindling from outside to burn in the small fireplace and got a fire started. He sat across from Naruto. They locked gazes. Naruto said nothing.

"I apologize for having offended you, but you have to be reasonable. Sasuke is a danger to us all."

Naruto's glare sharpened.

"I see there's no use in trying to argue the point. Would you like some food instead?"

Gaara turned to his packs, which he'd laid on the floor. The floorboards creaked as Naruto shifted. When he attacked, a handful of beef jerky was scattered across the ground. Hands beat him savagely and claws tore at his clothes and hair. His mouth flooded with blood as his lip split and he could feel his right eye beginning to swell already. He called to his sand, but Naruto slipped into his demon cloak and swatted it away like a pesky mosquito. The red hot chakra burned Gaara's flesh and he let out a choked cry as a fist connected with a cheek again. He thought his neck had been about to snap. He raised his arms in futile defense, shielding his face and throat, wanting to scream as he felt the individual cells of his flesh dying under the unholy chakra. Close combat was not his forte. All he could do was protect himself and try to not die.

"You don't know! I can save him! He's not lost! I will not give up on him!" As Naruto screamed, he began to sob, tears hissing into steam almost as soon as they appeared and the blows became less frequent, less painful. Then they stopped altogether.

Gaara struggled to sit up, but found he couldn't with all of Naruto's waist directly on his chest. He tried to speak, but coughed up blood. "N-Na-ugh..."

More coughs racked his body. Only then did Naruto seem to notice what he had done. He cried even harder. The cloak dissipated. "I'm sorry, Gaara! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

His hands shook as he tried to heal a couple of the wounds he'd caused. He managed to get a few bruises taken care of and healed the cut lip, but could do no more than that. Gaara trembled beneath him.

"Please... Let me up."

"I didn't want to hurt you! Why did you make me hurt you?" Naruto cried, burying his face in Gaara's chest. "Why, Gaara?"

Gaara stroked Naruto's hair in an attempt to appease him. "I'm sorry... I won't do it again."

Naruto sat up, still keeping Gaara trapped beneath him as he wiped off his eyes. "Why did you have to say that, Gaara? Sasuke deserves a second chance like everyone else."

"You're right. Completely right, Naruto." Gaara whispered. Sasuke had used up all his second chances. "Please let me up."

Naruto caressed his cheek. "You know I love you, right, Gaara? You're one of my best friends."

Gaara's heart skipped a beat. "L-love?"

"Love you, love you, love you. You understand." He gave a manic little laugh. "I know you didn't mean to say that earlier. You were under pressure."

"Y-yeah."

"You love me, right? You're not like that Sakura slut, lying about how she feels, right?"

"I love you." Gaara feared what would happen if he said that he didn't. "Can I please get up?"

"Show me that you love me, Gaara. Don't be false like Sakura was."

"How do you want me to?"

Naruto kissed him. No, kiss was too pretty a word. Naruto tried to devour his lips. Gaara had seen kisses before, but this was nothing like those. He squeezed his eyes shut as tight as they would good and tried to play along in hopes that Naruto would be satisfied. The blonde harshly bit down on his bottom lip, seeking something past it that Gaara would not deny him. He opened his mouth and a tongue was thrust in, exploring every centimeter of him thoroughly. It was terrifyingly pleasurable. Naruto savaged his mouth until his lips were red and raw, swollen up almost comically. The Kazekage almost looked like he was wearing lipstick. He giggled.

"N-Naruto..."

"That was good, huh? I've never kissed anyone before except Sasuke-teme on accident."

Gaara's eyes went to his sand. If he used it now, there was a small chance that he could get Naruto off him before the boy had time to put on the cloak. But if he failed, then Naruto would fly into another rage and probably kill him.

"Let's eat, Naruto."

“But I’m not hungry.” Naruto frowned at him, tilting his head to the side like a ponderous dog. “Besides, we’re already doing something."

"We are?"

"We're loving each other, aren't we?" Naruto rubbed his nose against Gaara's. "I'd rather do that than eat."

"I'm hungry." To his ears, it sounded weak. But it was enough to convince Naruto.

"Fine. Get something together for yourself, then."

Even with this leniency, he had no opportunity to call for help or launch a foolhardy assault. Though Naruto was acting lovey-dovey, his eyes were still as sharp and the merest glance towards the gourd would be punished with a sharp pinch that left purpling grape-sized bruises on whatever body part had been closest to him at the time. Stomach cramping from fear, Gaara nibbled at a strip of jerky until he could manage no more. Ceasing this action was a green flag for Naruto to drape himself over Gaara once more.

Sexual curiosity was the dominant factor in the advances, Naruto preferring to use his tongue over fingers to combine taste and touch for a greater experience. He pulled Gaara into his lap to hold him from behind, licking his cheeks and chin, sticking his tongue into Gaara's ear and retracting it with a wrinkling of his nose at the unpleasantly sour-bitter taste. Each touch made Gaara shake like a leaf caught in a breeze and the vulnerability of the seemingly impenetrable Kazekage made Naruto shiver with pleasure, bringing further fervor to his acts.

Finally his hands got into the game, slipping inconspicuously into the Kage's top to ghost up his chest, which had become more defined with muscle as he trained more physically to compensate for Shukaku's loss. Gaara's breath knifed in, for Naruto's hands were cold. An index finger played with his belly button for a bit, amusing itself by pressing into the shallow hole and feeling his internal organs hot beneath his skin. To create further distraction, the tongue went to work again with the mouth as its backup, sucking at his jugular and drifting the slightest bit so that Naruto's mouth was closed over his windpipe. Gaara squirmed from intense discomfort. One wrong move and his esophagus would be crushed. He didn't know much about sexual play, but he doubted this was something that was considered normal.

Just when he started to get used to it, the hands that had been roaming about his belly went straight north and those cold fingers met his nipples, which had long since become swollen nubs. Another pinch from Naruto, this one long and steady and he uttered a little gasp out of shock. Naruto's teeth tightened on his throat. He could taste Gaara's pulse. The Kage could no longer help it, he whimpered, short wordless cries that were far too high and feminine for his liking. Naruto sucked at his flesh, pinching him with different levels of intensity with short intervals. Every now and again his teeth would tighten a fraction, sending Gaara's basest instincts wild with the desire to flee, to thrash, to struggle for survival. Gaara was scared, more than he'd ever been in his young adult life. So why was his prick so hard?

This was a fact that Naruto duly took note of. In fact, his own prick was hard against Gaara's bum. He parted the Kage's robes and pulled down his underwear to reveal a bright red cock jutting prominently out from a surprisingly dense patch of equally red curls. It seemed that the Kage wasn't as hairless as he led others to believe. He chuckled at this and Gaara tensed between his jaws. He had forgotten that he'd even been doing that. He retracted his mouth and Gaara's darkened throat was slimy with his saliva. He stroked Gaara's thighs playfully and took delight in how the boy's hips jerked when he got the slightest bit close to his cock.

"So, do you shave your eyebrows or something, Gaara?" Naruto queried. "You've got hair on your legs. Not to mention here." He ran his fingers through the thick bush. Gaara made another noise he couldn't describe. "Quite a lot, actually."

"I-it just doesn't grow there... I don't know why."

"I wonder where else you've got it." His hand dropped lower, curving around his balls and reaching towards his anus. Naruto laughed again. "Hair around your asshole, huh? Never would've thought that you'd have that."

His finger ran against the puckered bud and Gaara's manhood wept. Every part of his logic said this was wrong, except for the one attached to his dick. "Naruto, we should be going back soon..."

"If they're worried than they'll come to us, Gaara," Naruto purred, finger pressing against the warm pink ring of muscles he'd been fingering for the last few minutes. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"Virgin?" Gaara knew of sex and why people did it, but wasn't familiar with the terminology.

"It means you haven't done anything like this before."

"Then yes, I am." Gaara's cock twitched in fearful anticipation. His body was seeking out something but his mind didn't know what it was. He repeated himself, more resolutely, "I am a virgin."

"Yeah, figured so. Me too." Naruto gently touched the tip of Gaara's cockhead.

The simple gesture ripped a hearty moan from the Kazekage. What on earth had that been? His body was acting so terribly strangely tonight. He looked up at Naruto for an explanation.

"The difference between us, it seems, is that I masturbate and you don't."

Another term he didn't understand. But Naruto wasn't going to waste any more time explaining. First-hand lessons always worked best. The blonde spat in his palm, smearing it around with his thumb to get an even coating and wrapped his hand around Gaara's cock. He squeezed. Gaara cried out at the wonderful feeling and clutched Naruto's thighs for support as he bucked up into the hand. His testicles ached, drawing tighter and tighter to him as Naruto began stroking his length, twirling his wrist now and then to add extra pleasure, pulling the skin completely taut to bring the sensitive nerves to the surface.

The noises he made sounded heavenly to Naruto.

"Unngh ahhh--Naruto, it hurts, oh, it hurts so good!" How unbecoming this situation was for him. Pleasure was making him sacrifice dignity. His hips began to jerk back and forth uncontrollably and his back arched like a cat. "Ohhh, god, Naruto!"

Sperm burst from his cockhead, a trio of syrupy ropes shooting in rapid unison into the air. His body went completely rigid, save for his hips which were fucking nothingness, riding the throes of his first orgasm until his catlike frame shuddered and he collapsed into Naruto's lap, both his energy and balls drained of every drop. He felt like he'd just run a marathon. Sweat dripped down his asscrack. Masturbation was definintely a good thing, very, very good.

Naruto felt his cock begging for the same release he'd given Gaara. He stood up, rudely upending the redhead from his lap and dropped his trousers. Gaara's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates at the sight. He had never seen another man's penis before, but he knew this was a particularly glorious specimen right away. The thing was more suited to be on an animal than a human with a five inch circumference and a length just above average. His balls hung low and looked heavy. Like Gaara, he was unshaved. But unlike Gaara, he knew exactly what to do with it.

As Gaara sat up, Naruto grabbed him by his curly red locks and jerked his head back. The beast of a cock slapped him in the face and his jaw seemed to go slack immediately. He opened his mouth to try and say something, anything to stop the assualt but the beast dove down his throat. Gaara tried to struggle out of Naruto's grasp and in his haste to retreat, his teeth bit down on Naruto's cock. The blonde threw his head back and howled in pain, punching Gaara in the head so hard that he saw stars. He thought he had a concussion, dazed as his mouth loosened again and Naruto growled his approval.

"Don't fucking bite me."

Gaara was too busy choking on cock to answer.

Naruto rolled his hips forward and set a smooth rhythm for himself, his member sliding in and out of his friend's mouth, dipping deeper into his throat occasionally. He was blissful in expression, but it didn't loosen the hold on Gaara's hair any less. "Ohhhh, yeah... fuck yeah, Gaara. Suck it, suck that cock. You know you love this shit."

Gaara, not wanting to look at Naruto's face, focused on his testicles instead. They swayed under his golden bush in time with the thrusts, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... What was being said meant nothing to him. He certainly didn't like this very much at all. So he focused on the balls and let Naruto work on him, trying to find peace in this moment.

It was short-lived.

Naruto began grunting and huffing, his cock slamming against the back of Gaara's throat and the Kazekage gagged as Naruto thrust himself all the way inside his windpipe and shot his load. He pulled out his spent cock with an air of satisfaction and Gaara dropped to his hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air as the cum travelled warmly down his digestive tract. After five minutes of coughing, he threw up on the floor and stared at the foreign liquid mixed with his stomach juices, feeling even sicker. Why had Naruto done that? Why would he do such a terrible thing? How could he give him so much pain after that glorious pleasure?

His heart felt like it had been ripped in half. He felt dirty and disgusting and totally worthless but his prick was hard again. When Naruto treated him like an equal, a dear friend, a warmth spread throughout his chest. Being treated like garbage made the warmth go to his loins. There must be something wrong with him. He had spent years with a demon inside him, at some point he must have become horribly twisted. He knew now that he loved Naruto intensely, both the Naruto he was well acquainted with and the one that he had discovered tonight and it was a painful love, barely reminiscent of the happy love he'd once had for his uncle. He wanted Naruto to love him and cherish him, to kiss and caress him. But he also wanted to be beaten and savaged by him, to be forced into doing things he didn't like. He squeezed his prick again and felt the sweet pleasure and his anus throbbed, clenching around nothing. He knew enough of sex to realize that it wanted to be filled with something, preferrably Naruto's cock.

And Naruto knew it.

He watched Gaara stroke himself back to life and it was then that he acted. Naruto shoved Gaara's face against the floor and flipped up the tail of his various robes and coats to display the wanton hole. It winked at him, coyly enticing him to fill it. Naruto went to where their items had been placed in a pile. Naruto reached into his shuriken pouch and pulled out a small bottle of weapon oil generally used to maintain fuuma shuriken and prevent rust damage on other weapons. He uncorked it and poured a little on his palm, then returned the bottle to its place. Then he went through the pile again and found a kunai. He rubbed the oil onto the handle, taking extra care to get the pommel particularly coated and when he was done with that, he returned to his prostrate lover.

Gaara's anus tightened happily at Naruto as he knelt behind him. Gaara was breathless, his world dark under the robes covering his head. He could smell the wood of the floor and the weapon oil on Naruto and he shifted his rump higher subconsciously to permit Naruto better access. He expected a warm cock against his asshole, but instead got a cold shock of metal. The pommel stubbornly made its way in and the rest of the handle followed suit shortly thereafter. Naruto held the blade steady and began to thrust in and out of Gaara's ass slowly, taking delight in what he had reduced the Kazekage to.

"Look at that ass swallowing up that kunai. You're such a fucking slut, Gaara, to be turned on by being fucked by a kunai. Oh yes, you're a slut for sure, but you're nothing like Sakura-slut, saying she loves me when she really doesn't. You're my slut, Gaara, my fuckhole. You love me..." He thrusted the kunai in as deeply as he could without letting the blade enter Gaara. "...and I love you."

Gaara knew that Naruto was probably insane right now, but being told he was loved made him elated.

"We could play a game, you and I. A game of trust. I could put this whole kunai in your ass and I would keep it from cutting you, but if you try to shit it out on your own..." He nicked Gaara's ass with one of his fingernails and a droplet of blood welled up. "It'll tear you up from the insides. It'll cut through your intestine walls and you'll bleed to death. But I won't. Because I love you and I don't want to take that risk."

"Please, say it again, Naruto. Say you love me," Gaara begged.

"I love you, my stupid, sexy slut." Naruto bent down and kissed his ear. "I know you will never betray me because I will never betray you."

"Again."

"I love you, I love you, I love you. Now shut up, I'm going to fuck you."

He pulled the kunai out and replaced it with his hard dick, stretching Gaara's insides to the limit. He slapped Gaara's pale white ass as hard as he could and the redhead cried out from underneath his robes. Naruto spanked him again and Gaara felt his cock pulse. Naruto began to fuck him as he had promised, aiming for a spot that would make the redhead happy with mixed success. He knew he was hitting it when Gaara began to moan and they would stop when he wasn't, but he quickly zeroed in on the location.

"Fucking god, you're tight!" he cursed, though he loved how Gaara felt around him. "Scream for me, sand slut!"

Scream Gaara did, a noise that was killed by the snow outside, Naruto the only witness to his ministrations. Gaara's orgasm came like a fall off a cliff, fast and terrifying and he came on his clothes, not yet realizing that the smell would stay on them until the next time they would be washed. Naruto painted his insides white with his own spunk and when he was finished, he wiped the sweat from his brow and pulled up his pants. Cum dripped out of Gaara's asshole as he freed himself from the tangle of the multiple layers of his clothing. He looked up at Naruto, whose eyes were empty. The blonde was too tired to consider the ramifications of his actions, but Gaara still loved him anyway.

"We're going home in the morning, right?"

The question went unanswered for a few moments.

"Get some sleep, Gaara." Naruto turned away from him. "We're going after Sasuke tomorrow."

Gaara wept.

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So, that's that. This wasn't as... twisted, shall we say? as it had been originally. Actually, it was quite chaste. Either I need to write another chapter of Ruger Luminist or I've been reading way too many S&M fanfics. (Just kidding. There's no such thing as too much S&M!) Or maybe it was because Dreaming-of-a-Nightmare beat me to the punch of writing a fic for 474 and she wrote a happy ending, so I said to her that I'd write a really depressing one to counteract that.

I'm sure I'll do a feelgood story in the future to make up for this.

It would be so terribly nice of you to review, so... Please?

~YamiTenshi~