(( Here ya go, keeds. Your daily dose of smut! And sorry for taking so long... and for the cliff hangers! It's how I do, apparently! :D ))
愛: The shimmer of his eyes dimmed to depletion – they were nothing now but untamable faucets… Gaara sobbed, unsure if he'd ever be able to forgive this.
Even if it had been Naruto.. He couldn't… possibly…
Then a distorted thought slowly crept into his mind as a clone began tearing away at his layers. He swallowed hard - moaning lowly into the cloth covered metal.
Maybe… this was in some twisted sense… justified...?
What right didn't Naruto have to do this?
After everything Naruto had ever done for him; if this were the favor he chose to make up for it..?
The kisses and bites had successfully swelled the light pink buds of flesh on his chest… Suckle after suckle had begun to prompt an unwanted reaction throughout Gaara's entire body.
Gaara didn't regularly explore himself, and had never done so with another. "Naruto", as he'd prefer to believe, was laying this onto him brand new... What reaction should he expect from himself? Shame? There was no doubt about that.
But there was one thing or another the Kazekage was entitled to, and of the biggest to him personally, was repaying Naruto Uzumaki. What exactly was owed had not yet been specified. Perhaps, in this sense, he could spare himself an ounce of sanity… After all, Gaara did hold a very special bond with the young man.
The color returned to his face rapidly as Naruto continued downward into intimacy with his body. He had reached a new heightened sense of exposure now... watching through weighted lids as the monster ogled hungrily at his now-public display. Gaara quaked with embarrassment, attempting to conceal his slightly aroused shame with his inner thighs. They, of course were effortlessly pulled apart by the clones. He cried out in muffled protest.
暗: Naruto observed Gaara's disdain through his abundantly obvious protest. He was captivated; ready to strike like an overly-charmed cobra. Naruto lowered his head to Gaara's waistline… Keeping a firm hold on each further-spreading leg, he closer inspected his subject's manhood, knowing the reaction he'd get. He could feel Gaara's trembling between his palms… it was sending him over the edge..!
Naruto's eyelids receded and that sinister grin overtook his face once again. With a slow, growly tone, he toyed again with Gaara.
"O-ho! What's this now?" He left the hold of Gaara's far-stretched left thigh to the clone behind it. Using the index finger if his free hand, he touched it to Gaara's semi-hardened penis.
"Looks like someone's starting to ENJOY himself!"
He stood up quickly, picking up with him the largest remnants of Gaara's outfit. He stood hauntingly over his captive – eyes and fangs glowing demonic in the murky moonlight.
"Though NOT as much as WE'D like you to, ya know?!" Naruto looked up to his shadow clones in a sly, motioning way.
For the first time in a long while, the doubles stirred. Releasing Gaara's restraint to the tree, they instead dragged him downward, then across the dirt onto a grassy patch a few feet away.
Instinctively catching the tethering tossed to them, the clones brought Gaara's arms together behind his back (forearms touching), and bounded them together tight.
After that was the testing of resilience. They simply released Gaara from their grip, letting the boy fall to the grass below. Gaara landed on his side, struggling hard to relieve pressure from his arms. The two clones and Naruto stood above him, watching with the same fiendish expression. The much more feral-looking real Naruto was removing his jacket.
"I want him on his back." He ordered blatantly.
At his will, a clone roughly kicked Gaara to desired position. He wailed, propped up flat and painfully on his arms. He wasn't moving anywhere, that was a given. The more he struggled, the more he hurt himself… What was he to do if not protest?
Naruto dropped down to his knees. Holding himself up on his arms and placing himself over Gaara's torso, he began to tend to the wounds he had previously made with the sympathy of his tongue. Licking and kissing, he'd occasionally make a new one - prompting Gaara to squirm.
Naruto slowly worked his way across Gaara's tenderized chest, down his belly, and came to a halt between his hip-bones. While gnawing at the seductively protruding knolls, Naruto slid a straying hand down Gaara's side in a similar, stinging fashion. Ribs to waistline, the skin raised in tandem behind his claw-lined fingers.
After a few more moments of impassioned play with Gaara's pelvis, the clones positioned themselves outside of each of Gaara's soft, pale legs - prying them wide open. Naruto purred lustfully into Gaara's lower abdomen.
"Didn' I tell ya, I'd make you feel good, Gaara?"
"Good", as if accentuating his own twisted definition of the word.
His focus returned to his tongue-work - finally dragging it down the defined trail of red to its prize below.
愛: Shivering under the tattered remnants of cloth, Gaara's exposed form glowed in the moonlight. He lay sprawled and still – a portion of meat.
His red, tear swollen eyes scattered around the sea of crimson above him. He could nearly hear the growls admitting from the wolves, inching ever closer. This was undeniably a nightmare… inclusive to one of a great shinobi leader... Gaara was… scared.
The leader of the pack naturally would have the first taste. Unfortunately for poor Gaara, the strange stimulating sensations being planted along his body were indeed taking their unwanted toll to his groin. It was clearly pleasing to his assailant to crumble like a dried mound of dirt in his hands… This feeling was easily antagonizing as it was distracting. His muffled voice grew louder as Naruto settled down in his nether regions. He watched in horror as that dripping tongue extended to his shying self. Betrayed already by his friend, he could not allow his body to do the same, no matter what this might feel like…
Thinking back briefly to earlier, it must've felt… Very, very good.
After moments of toying, contact was made. Naruto's tongue was so soft and warm… He groaned loudly while his body took its course of reaction. Tantalizing to the tip of his organ, pleasure pulsated down the shaft, stiffening it effortlessly. Gaara reached the peak of erect in a matter of mere seconds. He laid still, closed his eyes tight and groaned. He had no chance. His body had acclimated to this new and irresistible treatment.
暗: The state of Naruto's toy was just how he wanted it. Gaara's meekness toward the situation was almost endearing. And it was obvious merely by his body's reactions that Kagekazeship did not provide him with as many 'perks' as one may have thought. Naruto fully intended to take advantage of this fact.
His skillful tongue grazed every inch of Gaara, who responded to his delight with an arched back and curled toes. Especially as it grew, he would shower it with equally enthusiastic response. Tongue lapping and flicking faster and faster, he'd pull upward to plant deep, suckling kisses on his head. It was no time at all before Gaara was throbbing. His cock dripping wet with Naruto's saliva, was already dribbling pre-cum from its soft, pre-moistened tip. His moans and body movements made it all too clear that despite the resistant facade, he was enjoying this all too well... whether he wanted to or not.
Naruto looked off from Gaara to his two lonely clones who were anxiously waiting their turn. He had been wondering for a while what a view from the sidelines had to be like. In effort to remedy this, he finally decided to tag-team. Beckoning the duo to take his stead, he detached from Gaara and stepped excitedly to the side. Graciously, one clone dropped down to immediately continue his creator's dirty work. Now he'd watch under a narcissistic spell, his own generosity in action.
Tongue swirls accompanied by deep sucking were more than enough to drive Gaara's body mad with ecstasy. Naruto's own pleasure was amplifying from hearing the muffled groan of his toy. Kneeling down beside him, he placed a firm hand on the Kazekage's pounding chest. The other gripped the frisky clone's head - forcing it down Gaara, as far as it could go. Reaching the base of both, the slimy mixture of saliva and pre-cum glazed down his balls and onto his rear end.
The mixed sensations were becoming way too much for Gaara's inexperience. Seconds passed and Gaara's climax was reaching. With an intoxicated scream, he unwillingly released shot after shot of bitter cream down the clone's coated throat. Naruto, too intrigued by Gaara's orgasm, continued the movement of his clone's suctioning mouth, hoping to catch the sensitivity of post-orgasm. He forcefully continued indorsing Gaara's oversensitivity as he watched on gleefully.
At last, Naruto pulled the clone up by its hair, extracting Gaara from its drizzling mandible. Upon his freedom, Gaara's stiffened self had returned to its flaccid, normal state – though still incredibly tender. Naruto had seen enough. The initial thrill of forcing pleasure unto this toy was fading quickly. He desired the same satisfaction he'd just witnessed once again for himself… Oh, and how easy it'd be to fulfill himself…
Without warning, or time to recover, Naruto grasped Gaara's poor, tired hips and roughly turned his body over. Face down with nothing to prop him up, Gaara turned his cheek over the side to rest semi-comfortably in the grass. He lay panting – lost in thought and exhaustion.
But he knew this was most certainly not the time to fade away… something else was in store… Something unimaginable.
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