GaaKibaGaa

thecrowsfeathers@yahoo.com — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 06:40:56 GMT

This fic was a gift to a friend of mine and I thought I'd share it with everyone since it's one of my first ever completed ficlets... it's a one-shot of Gaara and Kiba.. and two OCs are thrown in 'cause my friend and I roleplayed Naruto forever ago. xD Don't worry, the OCs are just there to add humour.. 8D

A pale hand emerged from the dark shadows of the room to rest on the cold windowpane. Dangerous green eyes watched the water rush down the opposite side like a waterfall before said eyes flicked up in time to catch a long streak of lightning. The low rumble of thunder followed close, causing the large house to tremble slightly. Gaara loved rain and thunderstorms, which came few and far between in his desert homeland. The sand of the desert sucked up the rain like a dehydrated man. There were no disturbances in the outside world because no one dared leave their home in this torrential onslaught.

Gaara turned to leave; his plan was to seat himself on the porch, when something caught his eye. He waited until another flash of lightning lit up the surrounding area before he was positive that it was a person, heading straight for his home no less.

A smirk lit his face as he began his descent from the second floor to the front hall. As he rested his hand on the knob a resounding knock echoed through the empty house. As the door was thrown open Gaara had to withhold a slight gasp.

“Boo!” Ji exclaimed jumping at her brother, “So, where’s Nozomi?”

“Ji, mind calling next time? And Nozomi’s upstairs in the rec room,” Gaara replied, pointing up the main stairs.

“Great. Oh, and I brought a visitor as well. I’m sure you remember Kiba, have fun you two.”

Ji dropped her wet supplies next to the door and took off up the stairs, yelling something about Mortal Kombat and Soul Calibur II.

Gaara sighed to himself turning to his other guest. The boy in question grinned, showing off his pearly-white fangs and entering the large house. He proceeded to shake the water off of himself just like a dog.

“Sorry about coming on such short notice. Ji and I were on a mission but got rained out. We’ll be here until the morning, if that’s ok,” Kiba stated, stripping off his wet coat.

“Here,” Gaara drawled, handing Kiba a towel.

“Thanks pal, I’m freezing.”

“I could warm you up, Kiba,” Gaara whispered before he realized the words had left his lips.

“Is that so?” Kiba inquired as his eyes traveled slowly up Gaara’s body before locking onto those beautiful emerald orbs.

“Well, I am pretty confident in my… abilities,” Gaara replied, his tongue darting out and pulling his lower lip in to the mercy of his teeth.

“Here, let me do that for you…”

Kiba, who stood nearly a foot taller than Gaara, leaned over to capture Gaara’s mouth with his own. Gaara let his lip go to kiss Kiba back, but Kiba quickly grabbed said lip and began to nibble on it. Gaara let out a small whimper, placing his hands hesitantly on Kiba’s chest to steady himself.

~o~

“Nozomi!” Ji exclaimed as she practically flew into the room.

Nozomi turned to look at her friend and grinned, pausing her game (psst… it’s Mortal Kombat).

“What brings you here on this wet and stormy day,” Nozomi laughed, turning her body fully around to talk with Ji.

“Well, Kiba and I were sent on a mission and whatnot by that stupid Tsunade chick... man, I hate her… and we kinda got rained out so we both came here. My plan is to head back out tomorrow after we both have had some semblance of rest,” Ji sighed, shaking out her shoulder-length red hair.

“Well then, why don’t we get you a change of clothes and go dry off the rest of your supplies.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Nozomi stood from her spot on the ground and led Ji to her room to borrow her a change of clothes.

“So, how’re you and Kiba doing?” Nozomi asked as Ji changed into the new clothes.

“We’ve been peachy, but we’re sort of taking a break,” Ji replied, pulling a fishnet shirt over her head.

“Taking a break?”

“Yea, we’re seeing other people for a bit…well, that’s how it’s supposed to work I guess… Right now I’m seeing Shikamaru, but Kiba’s still single.”

“Well, that was unexpected. Last time Gaara and I saw you, you were both just fine… huuu, I guess I can’t say anything either. Gaara and I are kind of doing the same thing.”

“What do you mean, kind of doing the same thing?” Ji questioned, pulling on black shorts.

“Well, we’re ‘seeing other people’ as long as those other people are of the same sex.”

Ji broke into uproarious laughter and nearly fell on her ass.

“What’s so funny?” Nozomi asked, a little put-off.

“Nothing, it’s just that I can totally picture Gaara saying something like that… ‘We’ll see other people as long as they’re of the same sex.’ Ah, it just makes me giggle.”

“Well, when you put it that way, it is pretty funny.”

“Of course it is,” Ji laughed, grabbing Nozomi’s hand and dragging her out of the room, “Let’s go get my stuff dry, I wanna finish this mission before Saturday.”

“Why before Saturday?”

“There’s a festival at the Village of the Mist that I want to go to.”

“Oh yea, I heard about that.”

The two girls continued to talk as they made their way to the stairs, all set to dry the supplies. Ji stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to look at Nozomi, an ‘oh god’ look on her face.

“What is it?” Nozomi asked, looking at her friend curiously.

“Well, looks like Kiba is no longer single and Gaara found his same-sex partner… we’ll just dry the supplies after they find their way to a room.”

“What?”

Nozomi walked past her friend to look down the stairs. She saw Gaara and Kiba kissing heatedly, Gaara’s hands resting on Kiba’s chest and Kiba’s hands on Gaara’s waist. Nozomi swallowed hard and looked at Ji, who was also watching while nursing a nose-bleed.

“You know, I should be completely disgusted by seeing my brother kissing someone like that but…” Ji stated, not able to take her eyes away from the scene below.

“…Wow… that’s really hot…” Nozomi whispered, turning her full attention to the two horny males occupying the space in the foyer.

~o~

Kiba squeezed Gaara’s ass, digging his fingers into the cloth-covered globes, and pulled him closer. As they ground harder against each other the red-headed demon vessel let out another whimper, breaking the heated kiss to breath heavily.

“You know, when you whimper like that, it makes me want to do dirty things to you,” Kiba growled, trying to pull the other boy’s body into and through him.

“Then do dirty things to me,” Gaara replied, voice thick with anticipation.

Their mouths crashed together again, in a heated dance that screamed for release. Gaara fisted his hand into Kiba’s hair, pulling the dog-boy’s face even closer and letting out the barest of whimpers. With a feral growl Kiba pushed the shorter boy into the wall, sliding a knee between the demon’s legs. His mouth left Gaara’s, travelling slowly towards the other boy’s collar bone in a series of little love bites. Small gasps and other such noises escaped Gaara’s throat as his hands scrabbled against Kiba’s back, searching for something solid to hold onto. Finally settling for just burying his fingers into the dog boy’s shirt, he arched his back from the wall, pushing his body up along Kiba’s thigh. With a possessive growl Kiba pushed his own body closer to Gaara’s, grinding his obvious arousal into his lover’s leg and biting down on his collar bone.

Gaara cried out and suddenly Kiba found himself on his back on the foyer floor, his shirt tossed somewhere off to the side. Hands travelled across the broad tanned chest, tracing every line, fluttering over ever scar, and then a mouth joined the hands. Gaara’s tongue flicked out to capture a dusky nipple. Kiba’s body arched off the ground, his hands had grabbed Gaara’s ass so he could crush there arousals together, searching for as much friction as he could manage. Gaara gasped and bit down playfully, causing Kiba to jerk and moan, silently begging for more. A grin crossed the demon’s face and he bit down again, slightly harder this time. Biting off a moan, Kiba grabbed the back of Gaara’s red head and pulled him into a smouldering kiss. Tongues danced between the two mouths, trying their best to climb into the other. Gaara found himself being shimmied out of his shirt and he allowed it to happen. As soon as his shirt had joined Kiba’s, he pressed their upper bodies together, revelling in the feeling of skin against skin.

Kiba moaned, rolling them both over, taking the dominant position again. His hands ran over Gaara’s hips and came to rest on the inside of the boy’s thighs, just below the already fully-formed bulge. Sliding slowly down his body, Kiba placed a kiss right above the top of Gaara’s pant line, causing him to claw at the floor and arch towards that delicious mouth. Now it was Kiba’s turn to grin. With the skill of a well-practiced man, Kiba undid Gaara’s pants with his teeth and nosed it away from the arousal.

“No undergarments I see,” Kiba smirked, admiring the throbbing manhood pressed hungrily against Gaara’s stomach.

“There’s no need.. and you seem to enjoy it,” Gaara replied breathily, moaning at the feeling of Kiba’s hot breath between his legs.

“Damn right I enjoy it.”

And before Gaara could say anything else Kiba engulfed him, pulled him into his mouth and sucked. Gaara couldn’t hold back the cry the tore from his throat; his body spasmed at the new sensation and his hands clawed even harder at the floor, trying to find something solid to keep him grounded. Kiba chuckled around the cock in his mouth, sending vibrations through his lover’s body. He enjoyed watching Gaara squirm and gasp, so he pulled his mouth back and swirled his tongue around the head of Gaara’s cock before plunging back down, taking as much of the demon in his mouth as he could. Gaara cried out again as Kiba added teeth to his ministrations, causing him to flail and lose his ability to think straight. Kiba dragged his teeth from base to tip one last time before Gaara lost it, coming all over his own chest and part of the floor.

“Perfect,” he whispered, pulling Gaara’s pants off the rest of the way.

As he removed his own pants, Kiba bent down and started bite his way along the inside of Gaara’s thigh, bringing him back to his full self. When Gaara was fully aroused once more, Kiba crawled up his body and captured his lips. Once again their tongues danced, which Kiba used as a distraction while he coated his fingers in Gaara’s seed. Sliding his hand below the other boy’s body, Kiba found what he was looking for and slid one finger in, kissing and nipping to calm his partner down. Gaara gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and wrapped legs and arms around the dog boy, pulled them closer to each other and deepening the kiss.

“Eager are we?” Kiba growled against Gaara’s lips, inserting a second finger and scissoring them to stretch the opening.

The only response Gaara was able to produce was a loud moan and to deepen the kiss, adding teeth into the mix. Kiba’s possessive growled returned as he added a third finger and used his other hand to cover his own pulsating cock with semen. When he removed his fingers Gaara gave a mewl of loss and tried to push himself back onto Kiba’s hand, but what he found was the boy’s cock, and he was definitely okay with that.

“Are you ready for me, little red riding hood?” Kiba smirked, looking into Gaara’s eyes.

“No games wolf, just fuck me,” Gaara growled, his eyes burning with need.

Kiba didn’t need to be told twice, with one swift motion he was buried in the tight confines of Gaara and it was the greatest feeling he’d ever experienced. He sat there for a moment, allowing Gaara to adjust to the intrusion, but Gaara didn’t want to wait. Gaara clenched the walls of his ass around Kiba, causing the taller boy to cry out and bite at his collar bone. There would probably be a bruise in the morning, but Gaara just didn’t fucking care at the moment. Kiba began moving in and out of Gaara slowly, changing his angle slightly with each thrust, searching for that one spot that would make Gaara go wild. Five or so thrusts later and Kiba found his target and Gaara’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he arched off the ground and cried out Kiba’s name. The rhythm quickly became heated as the dog pounded into the demon, soaking the sounds that he was able to coax out of the usual stoic boy. Kiba’s hand found Gaara’s cock and began to pump at the same time with his thrusts, bringing the boy closer and closer to his orgasm.

“K-Kiba.. I..” Gaara stuttered, digging his fingers into Kiba’s back as his body convulsed and he released across his chest once more.

That was all Kiba needed, as soon as the walls around his cock closed tighter he couldn’t hold on any longer and he released his seed into the red-headed boy below him. He half-collapsed, half-laid down on the boy below him and began to lick the cum off his hand. Gaara lay there with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each breath, only opening his eyes when he heard a satisfied hum from his right. Cracking open one eye slightly, he looked over at Kiba who looked like a cat who got the milk. Noticing Gaara’s look, Kiba just smirked.

“You taste delicious,” he remarked, wiping more seed off Gaara’s chest and licking it from his hand.

“Do I now? Well, let’s see,” Gaara replied, leaning over and capturing the boy’s lips with his own.

Unlike all the other kisses, this one was slow and lazy, as they explored each others mouths thoroughly, trying to memorize as well as they could. Pulling back from the kiss, Gaara rolled on top of Kiba and smirked at the dog boy’s startled look.

“Why so surprised, Kiba? You fucked me, now it’s my turn to return the favour,” he smirked.

thecrowsfeathers@yahoo.com — Sun, 25 Jul 2004 22:55:05 GMT

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