Summary: "What did you have in mind?" Obviously that was the worst question to ask. Or the best, it didn't matter. Gaara simply knew that his heart jumped after the two shinobi reached around themselves to close and lock the double doors behind them.

Disclaimer: ZIM! Don't use the time machine. Love, ZIM!

Warnings: butt touching, bishounen overdose, ninja, ambiguous consent

Title: Gaara's Birthday Surprise
[Previously: Gaara's Finally Legal]


Another year older and another year wiser.

Nonsense.

Age makes no difference when it comes to knowledge. No, no. Not when you are Sabaku no Gaara, a boy-well man now-who is wise beyond his years. Another year means more responsibilities and with responsibility comes trouble.

Lots of trouble.

More trouble than he could possibly imagine.

That trouble stood right at the door of his office within the village hidden in the Sand. They stood in front of his door, his private door, the only exit in the entire room aside from the window. If he wanted to escape from the duo he knew he wouldn't have the chance, unless he risked the seven story dive into the barren streets below. Of course his sand would protect him, but then he would have to make up some intricate story about why exactly he was nose diving out of his window in the first place. For that reason alone Gaara stayed put, hands flat against the surface of his desk. The head shinobi's face was impassive, though beads of sweat began to gather on his neck and forehead, drenching the kanji above his brow. He told himself that was because of the heat though.

The two stood there patiently. Naruto Uzumaki with his orange and black jacket unzipped - the heat was ridiculous in Suna, then again it was a desert village -arms folded over his chest. Blue eyes were focused ahead on Gaara as he shifted in his chair slightly, face holding a slight smirk. The pale opal eyes of Neji Hyuga watched the red head jinchuuriki just as intensely, his shoulder propped up against the opposite side of the door frame than the blonde, one hand placed casually on his hip.

Both smirked like the devil himself.

Gaara stood from his desk, face stern, impassive, even as he trembled visibly. It was slight, but the men at the doors noticed it none the less. Their grins widened simultaneously and the sand in Gaara's gourd churned nervously. He cleared his throat, not entirely trusting his voice to speak, but forcing himself to do so anyway.

"What are you two doing here?" his voice was deep and monotone, but it quivered.

Naruto and Neji turned to look at one another, as if they could telepathically communicate and nodded unanimously as if agreeing to some silent pact. Naruto was the first to speak.

"It's been a long time Gaara, we just wanted to stop by, say hi."

"Right." Neji chimed.

Gaara snorted mentally, his face still a mask of calm. Yeah...and he would bet this had nothing to do with today being his eighteenth birthday either. He easily saw past both leaf nin's bluff.

"Is that so?" He asked, the sweat gleaming off his skin was more prominent.

"So how are you, Gaara?" Neji asked, smirking softly. The movement brightened his face, made him more attractive.

Gaara shifted again, the folds of his Kazekage robe shuffling together. His eyes darted from the Hyuga to Uzumaki, panic causing his heart to beat faster and the sand in its holding place on the floor next to his chair to knock around like crazy. He moistened his lips tentatively.

"I'm well..." He squeaked...as much as his monotone voice could in fact squeak.

Naruto narrowed his eyes. "Well enough to receive a birthday gift from Neji and me?"

"Oh? I wasn't aware you kept up with such things, Naruto-kun." He had the nagging suspicion they weren't going to throw him a surprise party with cake and balloons. Unless they were hiding them in crafty places, it didn't even look like they had gift bags.

As a matter of fact, the two looked like they had something else they wanted to give the young Kazekage.

"Yeah I make a habit out of remembering close friends birthdays..." Naruto was saying. "I may make it a tradition, given the fact that you enjoy your gift." Neji bit back a laugh while the blonde's grin widened.

A serious gulp slid down Gaara's throat. "What did you have in mind?"

Obviously that was the worst question to ask. Or the best, it didn't matter. Gaara simply knew that his heart jumped after the two shinobi reached around themselves to close and lock the double doors behind them.

On edge now and hyper aware of his surroundings, Gaara went rigid as Neji walked toward him, pale eyes sparkling with an emotion he wasn't too familiar with. Unconsciously, Gaara felt himself backed up against the hard, cool wall, the dark haired boy still advancing on him. He saw out of the corner of his eye that the blonde made no move. Naruto stood there watching, waiting for the opportune moment to make his advancement. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

Gaara's eyes, however, stayed focused on the dark haired male coming closer and closer to him. Neji grabbed the bulky fabric of Gaara's Kazekage robes, tugging him closer, anchoring the red head to him.

Caught off guard, Gaara made an indistinguishable sound in his lower throat as he looked up at the Konoha ninja. If he doubted the intentions of the Hyuga before, nothing could hide the proof of his desire, which the male had casually started to press against Gaara's leg. He wanted to pull himself away, to run from the feeling, but he was intrigued. Kankuro had explained something of this nature to him before, he understood and knew what it meant, and though he did recognize with a blush, Gaara had yet to experience it himself.

The Kazekage's mind continued to concentrate on the Hyuga's warm bulge as he was pulled into a kiss. It was unexpected and it shocked him a bit but it was not unpleasant. In fact he liked the way the byakugan wielder's lips felt against his; velvety and soft. They moved across the surface of his own tingling lips gently before suddenly teeth tugged at his bottom lip, and Gaara found that even more interesting. Neji nipped along his jaw line, traveled up to bite the lobe of the jinchuuriki's ear, all the while tugging at the knots and ties that held his garments together.

The further the brunet went, the more flustered Gaara got, mind unable to keep up with hands and lips and poking hardness protruding from grinding hips. When the Hyuga managed to get the front of his robes open, he moved his hands to run over Gaara's warm, well toned chest. His lips moved with them, finding their way back to pale and shivering lips that belonged to a more than aroused Kazekage. Neji looked into Gaara's eyes and smirked, noting the lusty sparkle he found within them before his mouth landed on the others once more.

Now this wasn't the kind of kiss they had shared before, oh no.

This kiss was urgent and devastatingly passionate. Neji kissed much like the way he fought. His movement's were graceful and precise, he angled their bodies just the right way so that his and Gaara's growing arousal brushed roughly against each other. The new, startling development in his body caused Gaara to give a strangled gasp, Neji took the opening to swiftly move his tongue into the red head's mouth. He tried to keep up, he really did, but his head swam with winding emotions: arousal, anxiety, excitement, blood flowing places it's never flowed to before. The movement of the brunet's tongue and the groping fingers of his hands brought the Kazekage to the point where he was panting from exertion.

All of a sudden, Neji distanced himself without warning, removing the outer garments of his Hyuga robes until he stood in just his pants and sandals. Gaara's own garb was torn from his pale shoulders and pulled down his lithe body; he was half naked when Neji lifted him up onto his wooden desk. The byakugan wielder moved in-between Gaara's legs, kissing his neck and shoulders, stroking his sides with his cool, smooth hands, trailing down to bring his attention to a pale nipple. Gaara gave out a gasp that quickly turned into a moan; Neji nipped at the tender flesh before soothing the slight pain with the tip of his tongue. This time Gaara's groan was louder. All of these sensations came so abruptly, he didn't think he could calm himself if he tried, his emotions ran high and struggled feebly against his restraint, though holding back wasn't something he thought he'd be able to do at the moment.

The red head had been so preoccupied with the Hyuga's actions that he'd half forgotten Naruto. The blonde was on the side of him now, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling Gaara's head back so that he may have access to his slender neck. Gaara's mind was whirling when Uzumaki's hot tongue touched his skin, adding to the bigger heat pooling in the region Neji's hand was centimeters close to fondling. Naruto moved up to his jaw, licked it lightly, and then captured the lips of the sand nin.

His kiss was different from Neji's, more rushed and impatient, but just as passionate. Just as the blonde forced his tongue between Gaara's already swollen lips, Neji's hand brushed over his hardness once then twice, causing him to moan into the mouth of Naruto. Neji smirked while licking his belly button.

Just as he thought the sensations couldn't end, Gaara felt his pants being pulled over his slim hips and suddenly he felt horribly exposed. He had never been naked in front of anyone, not even Kankuro...His father hadn't condoned bathing together, even if they were brothers. And the thought of having both Neji and Naruto leering lecherously at his naked form, caused him to shudder and want to cover himself. But Naruto caught his hands before he had the chance to reach the quickly disappearing fabric. He felt Neji's long hair tickling his thighs as the leaf nin stripped his legs bare, taking off his ninja sandals in the process also.

Naruto, who had laid Gaara down, pinned his arms above his head with one hand while the other pinched and twisted a flushed nipple. Naruto still had his tongue currently buried inside Gaara's mouth, preventing him from any form of protests...not that he would if he could... it was just that being so utterly helpless was new and different and he didn't know what to feel.

Though he could say it didn't feel particularly bad.

Neji decided at that moment it was his responsibility to ease the tension in Gaara's groin, by licking the underside of his cock. He gently wrapped his fingers around his strained flesh and proceeded to run his tongue along the base of it tentatively, placing slow, wet kisses around him, managing to suck the hot organ whenever he could, until he slipped him entirely into his mouth.

No...Gaara couldn't think straight when the Hyuga did that.

Neji shoved the entire length into his beautiful mouth and swallowed. The effect had the red head's eyes nearly roll to the back of his head as he groaned into Naruto's mouth, bucking his hips. The warm, wet feeling traveled over his sack and all over his weeping member, the one conducting these movements squeezed his hand over Gaara's length, pumping lightly before sucking it back into his mouth. While not really meaning to, Gaara's teeth clamped down on Naruto's lower lip, the blonde flinched. When he finally let go, Naruto lifted his head.

He stroked his lip with his free hand. "Tch, what are you doing to him down there, Neji?" He heard the male laugh.

"I think it's pretty obvious what I'm doing. Why? ...he doesn't like it?" He asked, lifting his dark head, lower lip moist from his activities. He looked into Gaara's half lidded eyes and smiled.

Naruto snorted. "Oh he likes it a lot."

Neji gave a short laugh, enjoying the way Gaara flinched every time he tugged on his length. He lifted up, however, and would have stuck three long fingers inside of his mouth, drenching them in saliva, if Naruto hadn't done him the favor. He kept his eyes focused on the blond as he lifted his hands towards his mouth and sucked in each finger. The Kazekage watched, captured by the way Naruto's mouth and tongue moved over each digit. A soft ache ran along his manhood at the sight and he was pretty sure it was because the brunet had been demonstrating those very same actions on him minutes before.

Neji's pale eyes held Naruto's gaze until the male released his fingers from his warm mouth. Afterwards the two shared a kiss that was neither brief nor subtle. Gaara pondered on the implications of the kiss as well as the fact that it aroused him greatly for brief moments until he felt the subtle probing of fingers at his entrance.

Gaara squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the prodding digit enter him almost hesitantly. The intrusion was...strange. It didn't feel good, but it didn't hurt either, it was...really strange. The finger began to move, slowly in and out of his opening, easing the tension as his muscles tentatively relaxed. Still Neji and Naruto were wrapped up in their kiss, Gaara could see their tongues sliding against each other through the small gaps between lips. It was really erotic, watching the two, it nearly made him feel like a pervert since he was enjoying it so much.

The two Konoha ninja broke apart just in time for Neji to slide another finger inside Gaara. It joined it's sibling smoothly but Gaara was really starting to feel the stretch and that strange feeling slid down towards uncomfortable, unfortunately.

Noticing the red heads discomfort, Naruto saw fit to distract the male. Gaara was relieved when lips crashed down on his, tongue exploring at its own will. Teeth bit at lips that were moist from their kiss, hands wandered and felt over Gaara's body. Soon enough, Naruto moved his attention lower, to the warmth of his neck; he sucked and bruised the arching column and Gaara was vaguely grateful all of his clothing was high collared. Groaning heavily when Naruto's hand traveled down to caress his recently abandoned member, Gaara was more than grateful for the smooth friction on his groin since it made him momentarily forget all about the intruding digits of the Hyuga.

Soon enough the fingers were removed from his opening and Neji gave the green eyed man another soft caress before removing his hand from his core and placed his hips close to the males opening. Gaara's eyes widened once he realize what pressed against his stretched passage. He looked to Naruto in worry.

"Don't fret, Gaara, we're taking good care of you." He caressed the side of the sand leaders face and chin, smile spreading softly when thin lips opened into the shape of a silent scream.

This was it, Neji was entering him. The pace was slow and showed worlds of care and consideration, which Gaara was grateful for. Naruto watched his face as inch by inch was pushed inside of him, scanning for any major discomfort ready to ease any pain Gaara might endure.

The kazekage's senses buzzed as Neji pulled back and then rolled forward again, sending waves of excitement up and down his spine. His head lolled against the cool hard desk when the dark haired ninja's movement quickened the pace in his rhythm. The sand nin moaned incoherently as the blonde caressed his sides and back, running his hands over his flesh slowly and methodically, soothing him of all tension. Neji pounded inside him again and again, holding stead fast to his hips, his grip tightening with each thrust. His length brushed against something inside of Gaara that caused waves of pleasure to hit him with each thrust. He would have screamed, had he the voice to do so, instead he moaned incoherently. Was that his voice begging? For what, he didn't know but he wasn't embarrassed enough to stop either. Neji leaned over Gaara's lithe body as he thrust inside of him; his hair tickled the sensitive flesh of the red head's chest. Naruto moved out of the way for a moment, allowing the Hyuga to lick over Gaara's swollen lips.

With each roll forward, the Kazekage winced, snapping his eyes shut and whimpering softly against the long haired man's lips. He ran his hands down the sleek, sweat laden back of the leaf nin, digging his dull nails into his flesh as he pounded harder and faster into his body. Suddenly Neji slowed down and rose to support his weight onto his arms. He pulled out very slowly until they were no longer connected, and then slammed back in harshly, causing the jinchuuriki to yelp in surprise. He steadied his pace, going excruciatingly slow, so much so that the red head beneath him begged for him to go faster.

As soon as he thought it was never going to be over, Neji pounded into him once more before he released, sending hot ribbons of his seed shooting inside of his body. The Hyuga pulled out with a short groan, Gaara winced, his essence dripped out of his core and onto the shiny wooden desk beneath them.

Neji's breathing had turned semi normal when his head finally lifted to look at the male spread across the desk. Gaara looked gorgeous: green eyes dilated, face flushed from exertion, body damp and shivering, his blood red hair matted to his forehead. With a wicked smile he looked over to Naruto, the two leaf ninja nodded to one another again and Neji grabbed Gaara's arm, pulling him up from the table. The Suna leader's legs were still a little wobbly and he watched helplessly as the two high-fived before he was handed to Naruto, who in return bent the red head over his own desk.

Smoothing his hands over the soft flesh of Gaara's rear end, he entered him from behind and the red head screamed out harshly. The blond was bigger, by how much he didn't know and this position was much more intense than the one before. It felt as if Naruto reached more deeply into his body, filling him to the brim with his manhood. Gaara's back arced at the feeling and the younger ninja shifted slightly behind him. Naruto grabbed his hips and slid him along the extent of his shaft. By the time the blonde pulled out again Gaara was impervious to coherent thought; he placed his head against the desk, the wonderful friction unbearable. Naruto steadied himself, grip tightening in the places where he held the Kazekage down. Gaara moaned each time the blonde angled his body, he seemed to be aiming for that one place in particular and with each thrust he practically hit it spot on. He rocked his hips steadily at first, calming himself, then more urgently, pulling the red head against him so hard that he bounced back into the desk. Gaara couldn't stifle the vocal expressions of his pleasure at this point. Every time the leaf nin hit that tangle of nerves inside of him, he wanted...no, needed to scream.

Later he would remember to feel apologetic towards the guards on watch just outside his door.

This was shaping out to be one hell of a birthday present, thought Gaara, when Naruto literally growled. His member brushed that spot inside him again, Gaara felt the heat pooling in his stomach. It was building towards something grander, something far better than what has happened yet, he just hoped he was ready for it. Naruto was close also, his movement became even more sporadic, and he pounded into the red head's body with undue force. Neji, currently on the floor, brought his attention back to Gaara's member, sucking sternly on the head, pumping his hand against the shaft. Gaara moaned thickly and Neji caught his breath as he felt the boy tense, his face flushed in the ecstasy of his orgasm. The white, sticky substance shot into the Hyuga's mouth in ribbons, some fell onto his chin and lower lip but he was quick to catch it.

Naruto pounded into the red head's body a few more times before his own orgasm consumed him. His eyes rolled back for a moment as he squeezed Gaara's hips, cumming inside of the sand shinobi. When he released his fierce grip, the red head slumped over onto the desk that was scuffed, stained and dirty. Naruto laughed, the sound loud and obnoxious.

"Happy Birthday, Gaara." he said breathlessly.

Neji chuckled.

Gaara groaned then slumped down to the floor, he was relaxed and sweaty and in need of a bath but this birthday wasn't so bad.


Edited for quality: 9.15.2017