FaF Chapter 10

Naruto’s eyes had an unusual calmness to them, almost subdued as he watched Gaara dress.  They were alone in the house.  Kari had left rather early to meet up with Kankurou, her uncle and sensei.  Naruto found the similarities between the puppet-nin and Kakashi to be unnerving, especially since it was now his daughter in a pervert’s care.  It was one thing when it was himself around such a hentai, but it was another thing entirely when he thought of how Kankurou’s crassness was most likely corrupting his daughter. 

The thoughts were quickly brushed aside as Naruto started observing his lover again.  Gaara indecisively pondered two different shirts, so Naruto murmured,  “Wear the tan one. You look good in it.” 

Gaara nodded slightly and slipped it over his head, his arms and chest fitting snugly into the tight shirt.  A raised eyebrow spoke of the suspicions Gaara had about Naruto’s motives.  The tan garment left very little to his husband’s imagination.  Naruto did appreciate Gaara’s body, and the jounin let the Kazekage know that every instance he could. 

It had been nine long years since they had become parents, beginning to live together at about the same time. Five years later Gaara and Naruto had tied the knot, making their little family official, but now change was in the air again.  Kari was finally beginning to live her own life and be given responsibility as a ninja.  Naruto missed the days when he could read her to sleep or teach her the finer points of ninjutsu.  Those were the days when they were so close as a family, but now his daughter seemed so far away.  It was bittersweet letting Kari grow up, even more so because she was only thirteen, but that was a typical age for a ninja to be accustomed to the world of adulthood. 

Kari seemed to be gone constantly, and Naruto noticed that since her ascension into the ranks of the shinobi elite began Gaara had been constantly near.  Nine years of putting their daughter first and now Gaara was obviously ready for a little attention.  Naruto returned his gaze to the man he loved only to find the Kazekage jiggling a small pinch of fat along his waist, grimacing at it like it was the end of the world.

“The tan shirt doesn’t work,” Gaara grumbled.  “I’ve...”

Naruto chuckled as the redheaded man huffed and pulled the shirt off of himself as quickly as he could.  A warm smile crossed Naruto’s lips as he whispered in a very suggestive voice, “I don’t know, I thought you looked pretty sexy in it.”

Gaara pinched his stomach again, showing it to Naruto.  “This is not sexy, Naruto,” Gaara asserted. 

Naruto made no immediate argument against Gaara’s opinion of himself.  Instead, there was a quiet creak from the edge of the bed when Naruto stood, a soft padding of footsteps to where Gaara was, and then a slight thud when Naruto dropped to his knees and kissed the soft cambers of Gaara’s belly.  “Very sexy,” Naruto hummed into the warm skin beneath his lips, “Very, very sexy.”

A soft, rhythmic clack of a zipper being undone and fabric being shoved down, followed by a quiet moan from Gaara, were the only sounds in the room.  The two of them were well practiced at being nearly silent while doing these kinds of things -- like any good pair of parents.  Gaara watched intently as Naruto’s tongue darted here and there, teasing mercilessly.  The Kazekage steadied himself by gripping two handfuls of vibrant, blond hair.  A handsome smirk formed on Naruto’s mouth as fingers tugged at his golden locks, but he didn’t stop his ministrations in the slightest, if anything it egged him on.

Naruto’s hand firmly fisted Gaara’s shaft as he laid soft kisses on Gaara’s thighs.  A sharp nip with Naruto’s teeth quickly followed those kisses, and then a soothing tongue laved the pain away.  Gaara watched as Naruto hovered over one particular spot again, this time sucking and biting until there was very clearly a bruise marking Gaara’s alabaster skin right beneath his hipbone.  Naruto liked to remind Gaara time and time again that they belonged to each other. 

The two men were careful to leave them in places that weren’t prominent, neither wanted their daughter to realize what those bruises and marks were, but they did leave them in places where people would see if they went to the bathhouses or sparred shirtless.  Naruto was famous for showing off Gaara’s handiwork whenever Sasuke and Sakura visited Suna.  Naruto loved to spar with his old teammates, and at some point he would strip just enough (usually under the pretense that Suna was so damned hot) to show exactly what Gaara had done to his neck, collarbone, stomach, pectorals, or whatever semi-hidden body part Gaara had chosen to mark that week.

Gaara gasped as a hot, moist mouth bobbed over the bulbous head of his erection.  The suction was gentle as Naruto’s tongue traced the prominent hood and then up and over the slit which was leaking small, iridescent pearls of precum.  Naruto built up a steady rhythm, becoming ever more insistent with his mouth’s constant suction.  A heated moan managed to slip out of the Kazekage’s throat.  Naruto’s lips were a bit too preoccupied to once again smile in satisfaction, so instead he gripped Gaara’s hips firmly, holding the redhead in place and impeding movement as much as possible. 

Gaara’s eyes were locked on the erotic sight of watching himself disappear in and then reappear out of that terribly talented mouth of Naruto’s.  Gaara had his reservations about his own sexiness, but there was no doubt in the kage’s mind that Naruto’s age had only made the blond more attractive.  More than one person had commented on Naruto’s attractiveness to Gaara.  Usually it was random and said in passing, but Naruto’s good looks seemed to weasel itself into any conversation Gaara had with Sakura, Temari, or even that Ino girl who Kankurou was currently dating.  Gaara agreed with those women whole-heartedly -- Naruto was incredibly handsome.

The mouth that was working steadily up till this point pulled off of Gaara’s length and lipped the hardness of the shaft.  Naruto kissed and ran his tongue up the underside of Gaara cock slowly and deliberately.  There was a particularly prominent vein which the former leaf-nin concentrated most of his efforts on until Naruto fell into the pattern of sucking and bobbing on Gaara’s length once again.

Naruto pulled his mouth off one more time and began weaving his fingers around Gaara’s arrousal from base to head, pressing the hardness straight up against the lower portion of the kage’s belly.  “Do we have time to go a little further this morning?  Or is that meeting you have in ten minutes too important to miss?”

“Too important to miss,” Gaara growled, really hating the weight of responsibility that came with his position on days like this.  “But I will have an hour break over lunch when Temari is taking the ambassadors out to show them the sights of Suna.  You should visit me in my office, because I’m sure that we can find something more appealing than paperwork to do.”

“More important like this?” was the question poised as Naruto sucked a tight testical into his mouth, which elicited an immediate soft howl from Gaara, even more so when Naruto ran his finger over the inviting crevasse of the kage’s backside.

The dark, lustful stare in Naruto’s eyes was met with the sultry hiss of Gaara’s voice, “Maybe for you, bent over my desk.”

“That can be arranged I suppose,” were the playful words which answered Gaara as soon as Naruto released the small fleshy globe from his mouth.  “But right now...” Naruto said this as he rose to his feet, staring intently at the barely dressed Gaara, erection standing nearly flush against his body, “...I want to see you show me just how sexy you can be.”

There was a shiver that ran it’s course from the base of Gaara’s spine up to the hairs on his neck.  Naruto leaned into Gaara’s body and whispered forcefully, “Show me,” as he guided one of Gaara’s hands to the Kazekage’s neglected cock bobbing between them. 

Naruto stepped back and watched as Gaara began to finish himself, the kage’s hand moving quickly in time with the rise and fall of his chest.  There were quiet moans coming from Naruto’s husband and Gaara’s eyes had closed into barely open slivers.  A red flush of arousal was covering the kage’s body, it tinged his pale skin into an attractive shade of pink.  A few more seconds and Naruto saw Gaara arch back and thrust his hips forward, hand ceasing movement as it gripped hard and the base of the flesh.  The plum colored head twitched and a blink later was spewing a globbule of white liquid into the air between Gaara and Naruto. 

There was a few more spurts and the silent air was broken with a contented sigh from Gaara, who released his manhood from his grasp.  The Kazekage then stepped forward to kiss that damn adorable mouth of Naruto’s which was curled into the most amused grin.  It was chaste kiss, which was quickly followed by Naruto telling Gaara, “I will be naked, bent over your desk, and ready for whatever you have for me at noon on the dot...as long as you wear the tan shirt.”

Gaara silently glared at Naruto for a few seconds and then conceded with a curt, “Fine,” as he began redressing, the tan shirt being added to his ensemble as he quickly threw on clothing to get ready for his meeting with foreign ambassadors.

“I like the tan one,” Naruto told Gaara with a smirk as the kage hurried out the door.  When Gaara was gone Naruto added a quiet, “I like it a lot.”