Sasuke had just made a small joke, as he packed his bag to head out on a mission, about it was about time he left the Sand before Gaara had gotten tired of him. And those words, the small reply from the redhead, all but made Sasuke’s heart stop. A visible blush rushed across his face at the unexpected honeyed words, having expected just silence as the other watched him pack and get his few belongings together.
Being too shocked to reply, Sasuke went over to his partner and cupped the other man’s cheek ever so gently with a genuine loving smile slowly creeping over his usual stoic face. It was a few moments, of just staring longingly into Gaara’s eyes before he leaned into the kiss and allow their lips to brush ever so gently against one another. It was not often the two kissed, not in the daylight where Sasuke was not wanting to get anymore negative opinions on him, but this felt like the right moment to do so.
“Thank you.” The Uchiha whispered afterwards, a thumb trailing the lower lip of the other male before the same hand reached up to gently give Gaara’s forehead a little poke. A true sign of love from the raven. “I’ll be back.”
✌ - for my muse to jack off/finger yours | @ataleofsouls
Doing it in public and doing it in Gaara's kazekage office, in a guestroom and elsewhere; check. It was at times like these---all alone in his appartment---that Naruto’s thoughts would inevitably go back to these times. Back to those teal eyes, red messed up hair and those pretty thin lips. Back to Gaara and there was nothing he could do. At first it was simply pent up stress seeking relief and he’d help himself with the thought of the kazekage. These feelings were starting to lessen these days though; being far away from Gaara maybe helped him to feel less like a horny teenager. Instead it were just simple thoughts: holding his hand or just talking to Gaara, making sure he was happy and healthy, missing his laugh or the way his lips seemed to form an awkward smile when the red head didn’t know what to say or how he’d simply look at Naruto waiting for the blond to jump at him; because he knew that Konoha’s hero was a very energetic young man that loved surprising people. Maybe even the way Gaara held his chopsticks when he struggled with the last grain of rice on his plate. Lots of things that were just Gaara to Naruto.
Sometimes he’d go into more detail, how those lips felt around his cock and how those teal eyes would stare up at him. Lips swollen and tears forming in the red head’s eyes when Naruto pushed himself into the older male, how he’d yelp and plead for him to go faster, harder---to hit exactly that spot. Gaara was the kind of vocal lover Naruto had come to appreciate a lot. Every praise and moan was well received. He still remembered that one time in his office; Gaara on top of him, moaning his name and moving his hips up and down his cock almost gracefully but with purpose. He liked picturing the red head’s face, hooded teal eyes looking down at him, mouth slightly agape as he kept whimpering and those few beads of sweat on his forehead.
Gaara was so utterly gorgeous at any given time that Naruto found it hard just to think of him---without being able to be with the other man. The blond sighed, he was getting sentimental, right? The blond was so hyperaware of his own changing feelings, that he didn’t know what to do with himself. Give in? Start loving Gaara like he wanted to? Did he want to do that? He truly didn’t know, didn’t know what to make of this or what to tell the red head. He was obviously starting to grow a more than temporary crush and no, it wasn’t because he loved fucking Gaara. No, he may be a physical lover, but not entirely. He wouldn’t even mind switching, because the only thing he could give Gaara to prove his feelings and his trust was his body.
“What are you doing to me,” he murmured to no one in particular.
The days went by and Gaara actually came over for some meeting with Kakashi. Naruto didn’t bother asking, just waited for the other male to crush at his place. He was kind of tired, had he been hunting cats all day with Sai. Unbelievable how he had to sign himself up, because no one else wanted to.
When the red head entered his appartement the blond started smiling immediately and they had dinner together ( no, not just ramen, naruto had actually cooked some pasta and maybe that quick glance at gaara’s smile told him, that he did like it and that he did appreciate it ). After sharing a meal both went to bed, Gaara mentioning how tiring this day was and Naruto found himself agreeing. He told the red head all about his day and the last weeks ( missing out any words of his feelings on purpose ), but this way he could at least have some comments on how he viewed things. After Gaara accepted his “internship” Naruto often seeked advice, sometimes rather simple cases, sometimes a lot of “what ifs” questions and he always looked forward to Gaara’s answers, he valued them, valued how incredibly devoted the kazekage was.
When his hand found the red head’s under the blanket, he couldn’t help the shy smile on his face. They had done so much worse, but Naruto found himself feeling much uneasier, much more nervous with the way Gaara simply looked at him. “Don’t just stare,” the blond whispered and earned himself a cautious kiss on the lips. He replied with passion, deepening the kiss as he pulled the red head closer. “Missed you,” he murmured in between kisses and if Gaara’s tongue against his lips was any indication of feeling the same, then Naruto could feel his heart skipping a beat or two. “Gaara.” It was just a breath leaving his lips when he felt the other’s hands being pushed into his pants. They were so incredibly hot, maddening as fingers closed around the base of his cock. With that last intact brain cell, he did exactly the same, pushing down those pants to wrap his hand around the red head’s shaft.
Naruto leaned in close, desperately seeking the other’s lips once more as he started jerking in sync with Gaara’s hand. “Fuck me, Gaara.” His cheeks started to glow bright red at his demand. “I want to feel you, too.” Now or never, hands working quicker on the red head’s growing hard-on as he whispered into his lover’s ear. “Please make love to me.”
Day in---day out studying. Naruto was so bored. His attention span may have grown since he was a kid, but he still certainly wasn’t the quickest learner. He could surely master a jutsu within just a few minutes, but naming all kages or assign the squads to their most suited mission just based on a few profile sheets? No way he could simply think that through in a matter of minutes. He was already sitting on his task for more than an hour---screw Iruka for handing out homework. The young male sighed, deciding to just step out and get some fresh air. Maybe even help that grandma next door with her shop or just tend to the flowers his neighbour seemed to love so much, but didn’t have the time for.
On the way to the hokage’s office Naruto helped a young woman get her cat back---that damn thing scratching all the way along his arm as he handed her over. Cats were such scary animals, he thought to himself only mildly registering Kurama’s rather loud laughter. He was still absorbed in his thoughts, when the young man suddenly bumped into someone. Cerulean eyes looked up, a slight smile playing around his lips at actually seeing someone rather familiar.
“Sorry, really, but I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Kushami had been on the road, on her own, for a bit longer now. She was more confident, and learned some officially offensive and more defensive ninjutsu, in addition to her summoning and one defensive ninjutusu she had known previously. Learning from others on the way, and training some with the big boss chameleon, Tetsugaku, Kushami was well on her way to becoming an actual kunoichi. What she was not well on her way to, however, was finding out who she was.
Which was how she found herself in Sunagakure, in the desert, finding the first person she saw, a redheaded man about her age in appearance. She went up to him. “Excuse me? Excuse me. I have a question for you. Do you know of anyone who looks like they might be related to me? I know that sounds crazy because whenever I ask people that, they look at me like I’m crazy, but I’m trying to figure out who I am, and find my family, and I don’t have any other way.” // @ataleofsouls
Last Message ( iruka and gaara, also lee if you want )
Send “Last Message” to see what unanswered text message my character left for yours before they died.
For Iruka:
[text] Take care of Konoha while we’re gone, okay?
For Gaara:
[text] They made you commander, huh? Good luck. Really. Come to Konoha and let’s all hang out when this is done. Lee’s been talking about how fun you apparently are once we get to know you nonstop.
🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy! 💌 I just think you’re amazing ( ILY okay? Thank you for renewing my love of this cute nerd boy )
Symbols for the mun
be my guest !!! ily so much, too, okay? always take your time answering, i appreciate every reply a lot !!!
“Then I dare say that you have never known what it is to truly love another,” the ancient mage murmured, his dark eyes remaining on his daughter’s form as scurried about in the flowering field nearby. He tried to remember being so innocently careless about dirtying one’s clothes and bare feet upon the ground as wildflowers were picked and bunched into tiny fists. If Dharc had ever been like Lyna, once upon a time, those days had been long forgotten, though he couldn’t help but hope that such had been the case.
His gaze, at last, shifts back to the golden-haired man, maintaining the distance between them even as Dharc peers at him from behind locks of black hair. Wary as always, the sorcerer maintained a healthy amount of suspicion for the other, especially with his little one so close by.
“Perhaps those fill your life and give it meaning - but I would not trade the worth I feel for another for anything. That... is worth more to me than anything else in this world, in all its forms.”
❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞ ( from gaara. you dont have to answer both asks or any at all if you're not feeling it. but figured i'd send at least 2 to give you options! )
Neji hadn’t heard the Kazekage approach, eyes fluttering open at the surprising voice. “Kazekage-sama.” Neji gave a quick bow from where he kneeled, having been attempting to meditate in vain. He’d known the man was currently in Konoha but it was strange to see him at Team Gai’s training ground. Perhaps he’d been looking for Lee. He’d missed the rest of the team by about an hour if so. Neji was alone and allowing himself to get lost in his own thoughts under the guise of meditation again.
It took him a minute to understand what Gaara was referring to. His current state of mind must have been betrayed by his face. Neji opened his mouth to refuse out of propriety but paused, taking a moment to look at who he was speaking to. If there was one person who could understand his current thoughts, it was Gaara. “When you died, did you see anything?” His hand moving to his chest, thinking back to when he’d been impaled during the war. “Or was it just darkness? I always thought death would involve…. something, I don’t know. But there was nothing.” He sighed, pushing some hair that had fallen forward out of his face. “And then to see things at night for years later… It’s like I’m being haunted. I don’t think it’s supposed to be like this.”
