Well. I was bored, and I haven't written anything in a long, long time. So I thought I'd just write a lemon. I was going to make it GaaraXKankurou, but then decided to do a NaaGaa. If anyone wants me to do a KankGaa then I will next time I'm bored and have nothing to do.

XX --Okay, just thought I'd warn you. I'm pretty sick minded and this will probably be one of those fics that aren't for the faint hearted. --XX

"N…Nar… Stop it!" Gaara hissed as he tried to slip his hands between himself and the blond ninja attempting to hold him down.

"Why?" Naruto whispered into the redheads neck.

Gaara shivered as soft lips swept at the skin on his neck. "Not here." It was neither the time nor place for such things. Especially his own office where anyone could walk in at any time, and Gaara would be damned if he was ever going to let anyone see their Kazekage being forced down onto the desk that respectable Kazekages before him had sat at. Wars, famine and other important issues had been discussed at that very desk, and he was not about to have sex on it. As irresistible as Naruto was, Sabaku no Gaara was no defenceless uke with no will of his own.

"I've just come all this way to see you, Gaa-chan," Naruto said as he straightened himself up and let Gaara get off the desk he'd just pushed him down onto by surprise.

"And now you've seen me," Gaara said, sitting down at his large, cushioned armchair. He picked his pen back up and started jotting things down on the paper he'd just been forced to sit on. "And I've told you not to call me that."

The blond ninja rolled his eyes before sitting on the arm of the large, leather chair. "You're no fun."

"Exactly," Gaara mumbled. "The KazeKage isn't supposed to be 'fun'."

"That's a load of bull."

"Excuse me?" Gaara put his pen down and gave his boyfriend his full attention.

Naruto crossed his arms over his chest. "When I become Hokage-"

"If."

"WHEN I become Hokage, I'm not going to be all stuffy and boring like you."

"It will be a very dark day when you become Hokage." Gaara couldn't stop the small smirk that tugged at his lips. He knew that if there was one assured way to wind Naruto up, it was taking the piss out of his biggest dream.

"Well, I'm sure if you can become the KazeKage after being some psycho kid that gets hard over ripping people to shreds, then I'm pretty sure I can become the Hokage."

"I'll keep a check on the weather forecast," Gaara mumbled, picking his pen back up.

"For what?" Naruto tilted his head to watch Gaara write on a document.

"For that dark day."

"You're a jerk," Naruto said, pursing his lips together and turning away.

"I know."

"As long as you do."

The office fell into silence. Neither boy wanted to say anything else, just in case another petty argument started up like the last time they were in the same room. With Gaara's comment about Naruto never becoming the Hokage and Naruto's comment about Gaara's past, they both felt a little on edge and knew one more wrong word could end up with one of them taking a trip down to the hospital. It wouldn't have been the first time. They never did any serious damage to one another, but it was always enough to leave one, if not both, of them bed bound for the day.

"What're you doing here, anyway?" Gaara asked once the tension seemed to die down.

"I was on my way back to Konoha and was passing by, so I thought I'd come and surprise you."

"Hmm. Next time don't come jumping in from the window. If I'd have caught a glimpse of you, I could have killed you before I'd even noticed who it was."

Naruto laughed. "I highly doubt that, Gaa-Chan-"

"I told you to stop calling me that."

"-You couldn't kill me even if you tried."

"Is that a challenge?" Gaara mumbled, not even looking up at the boy.

"No, it's a fact. You tried once, and look how that ended."

Gaara's eye twitched. It didn't happen often, but when it did he knew he was about to use up his last nerve. "If I remember rightly, it was a draw."

"No. I'm pretty sure I won."

Teal eyes closed in frustration. Naruto was so lucky Gaara wasn't a killing machine anymore. However, that wouldn't stop him from using his sand to knock the boy out. When he comes to he could just say he tripped and hit his head. Gaara sighed. That sounded like something the blond moron would do.

"Why do I put up with you?" Gaara said as he massaged his temples.

"Because you love me."

Gaara scoffed.

"And because there's no one else with the same amount of stamina to be able to keep up with you in the bedroom."

"Do you have to say such things when anyone could hear you from outside?"

Naruto smirked while standing from the arm of the chair. He brought himself down to Gaara's level and placed his hands on either side of the leather armchair. "What's wrong?" He whispered against Gaara's lips. "Are you scared someone will hear? Or are you just shy?"

Gaara narrowed his eyes. He didn't like the look of the lustful glint in Naruto's crystal-blues. He didn't even want to remember what had happened last time the blond had looked like that.

"I'm waiting for an answer," Naruto whispered.

"And I'm waiting for you to move so I can carry on with my paperwork."

Gaara was so cute when he looked like that. Naruto wanted to just eat him up there and then.

"Naruto," Gaara mumbled when he didn't move back. "What are you thinking?" he asked cautiously. The look in the blond's eyes had gone from lustful to playful, then back to lust filled. Gaara didn't like that look. Not one bit.

"I'm thinking that I've come all the way here just to be shunned by my boyfriend."

"If you'd have let me know you were coming, then I could have gotten this paperwork finished sooner. However, you didn't. You decided to be the 'genius' that you are and practise your acrobat skills while jumping through my window and almost give me a heart attack. Then you complain that I'm busy. What did you expect?"

"I almost gave you a heart attack?" Naruto grinned and sat back on the desk facing his bothersome boyfriend. "Well, I was hoping you'd be at least a little bit happy to see me as we've both been too busy to see each other for a couple of months now."

"You know I'm always happy to see you, I just don't appreciate the short notice."

"Fine," Naruto said. "Next time I won't bother. But don't start complaining to me when we don't see each other for about a year."

"Stop being so melodramatic."

"I can be what I like."

"Are you sulking now?" Gaara asked with a smirk.

"No."

"Sure."

There was another silence in the room.

"Will you get off my desk?"

"What's your problem?" Naruto stood from the wooden desk and walked over to the window he'd just entered from.

"Nothing."

"Do you want to know what I think?" Naruto said.

Gaara sighed. "Not really, but I'm pretty sure you're going to tell me, anyway."

"I think you seriously need sex."

"Naruto, will you stop."

The blond ninja sat on the windowsill and watched his boyfriend. "No, because I think you're cute when you get shy and nervous."

"What are you talking about?"

"You do it every time I mention sex or get close to you. I bet if you didn't have that sand covering your body then I'd be able to see a giant blush on your cheeks. And… Oi, Gaara, where're you going?"

The young Kazekage picked himself up and headed for the door. "You're annoying me."

"So you have enough time to go for a walk, but you don't have the time to have a descent conversation with the person you're supposed to be madly in love with."

Gaara sighed as his hand tightened around the door handle. "Well, when the person I'm supposed to be 'madly in love with' arrives, could you come and tell me."

"Fine. I get it."

Gaara didn't like the way Naruto had said that way too cheerily.

"I wonder what I should do with this, though," Naruto said thoughtfully as he leant over on the windowsill, holding something between his fingers loosely. The flat object in his hand moved around in the wind. "Maybe if I dropped it and someone found it, things could get interesting. Depends who found it though, I suppose."

"What are you mumbling about?" Gaara asked, walking back into the room.

"Nothing, really." He looked over his shoulder at Gaara. "I was just thinking of ways to use this to blackmail you."

"Use what…" Gaara walked across the room until he saw the object the blond boy was hanging out of the window. He froze as it thrashed about in the wind. One little slip and it could fly down to the people below them. His heart missed a beat as a large ball of saliva slipped down his throat. His teal eyes widened. "How… How did you… When did you?" He narrowed his eyes. "Uzumaki, give that to me. Now." His dangerously low voice dripped with venom as he glared at the picture in the blond boy's hand.

"What's the matter?" Naruto smirked. "Don't you like it?" He looked at the picture. "Personally, I think it's an amazing picture of you."

"I'm warning you, Uzumaki. If you don't give that to me," Gaara stepped forwards cautiously and held out his hand. "Then I will hurt you."

"Is that a threat, baby?"

"It's a promise, sweetheart." Gaara had no idea when Naruto had taken such a photo of him. He was hoping there weren't any others like that floating around. A picture of the Kazekage in such a… 'predicament' could be used for serious blackmail if it fell into the wrong hands. Unfortunately for Gaara, it was already in the wrong hands, and he knew it. He tightened his jaw when he realized his threats of serious harm weren't effecting the boy. He could use his sand to take it from his hand, but if he missed… they could both lose control of it, and it would go flying down to his people. He was stuck, and what made Gaara even more frustrated was the fact Naruto knew it was well. It was evident in those playfully, evil eyes.

Gaara turned his head away. "What do you want?"

"Oh. I thought you were leaving." Naruto grinned.

"What do you want, Uzumaki?"

Naruto's lip twitched up into his usual lustful smirk. It was the smirk that only Gaara had seen, it usually only adorned Naruto face just before he got his own way with sex. "I thought that would be obvious." He turned his body to completely face Gaara. His hand still stretched out the window, holding the picture. "I want you on that desk, panting and calling my name in that sexy voice of yours."

Gaara felt the room turn warm. "That's impossible. If someone comes in-"

"What's the matter? Can't handle a little excitement?"

"If that's what you call 'a little excitement', I'd hate to see what you'd call something that could completely humiliate me and have all respect lost for me forever."

"And you don't think someone seeing this picture would do that to you?" Naruto's voice was low and lustful. He knew he was going to get his way sooner or later.

Gaara's teal eyes narrowed into thin slits. "You bastard."

"Thank you. I try."

"I really hate you right now."

"That's not what you're going to be saying in a few minutes."

"I haven't agreed to anything yet."

"Okay. How about this instead. For the next hour you don't use your sand and this picture will never see the light of day again."

"I want that picture destroyed."

"Okay. I'll give it to you, and you can do whatever you want with it. Eat it, tear it into tiny pieces, set fire to it and jump up and down on it, I don't care. But you can't use your sand for a whole hour. No matter what."

Gaara tilted his head slightly. "Why?"

"Why would I tell you that?"

"I don't get it. I don't use my sand for an hour and you'll give me that picture?"

Naruto nodded and crossed his arms as he leant against the wall. The picture hung in his hand at his side. "Do we have a deal?"

Gaara didn't really understand Naruto's reasons, but if that was all he had to do to get the picture, then he couldn't really complain. After all, he was pretty sure if the village somehow managed to fall under attack in the next hour, his boyfriend would permit him to use the sand to protect the people. Because without the sand, he was practically defenceless. "Okay, I guess…"

"Great." Naruto beamed, before placing the picture under a paperweight on the windowsill.

"Don't put it there, if it falls off-"

"It won't." Naruto walked across the floor towards Gaara. "Right. I only have an hour, so I'd better make this quick."

Gaara crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head away from Naruto. "Make what quick?"

Naruto grabbed Gaara's wrist and swung him around until his back collided with his desk. A few papers flew to the floor. The poor boy hissed as pain shot through his body. His sand automatically flew up to protect him, but remembering the deal, he reluctantly lowered it. Gaara narrowed his eyes, so this was why he'd been made to promise not to use the sand. Against Naruto's strength, he was completely defenceless.

"This wasn't part of the deal." Gaara glared as he struggled against the grip on his wrists.

"No, but without your sand to knock me off, you're completely mine and I can do whatever I want to you."

"I think you'll find that's called rape." Gaara didn't let his glare up. He wasn't about to be bested by this moron.

"It's not when you want it as much as I do."

"Who said I wanted anything?"

Naruto ignored his boyfriends protests and pushed Gaara harder into the desk as he twisted his head around to lick the pale skin in front of him.

"Naruto, stop it," but Gaara's voice wasn't as stern as it had been a moment ago.

Naruto bit down into the flesh just below Gaara's ear, producing a wince from his lover.

The blond knew that even though Gaara always protested at first, in the end he'd always give in. Especially when Naruto was rough with him. Gaara would never admit it, but he loved it when the blond did these kinds of things. It was the rush and thrill of being completely under somebody else's control after always being the one to control everything. And having the psychological disorder of a masochist, he wasn't ever sexually satisfied unless during sex he was being emotionally or physically abused. Most people would probably find it weird or creepy, but Naruto loved to sexually satisfy Gaara. Especially if it involved rope and had the redhead writher beneath him in a mix of pain and pleasure. Naruto wouldn't ever admit it, but having so much control over the boy that a few years previous had tried to murder everyone he knew and destroy his village, gave him the same sort of rush as it gave Gaara.

Using his hips to keep the squirming Kazekage in place, Naruto removed the blue and white robe, to reveal the pale, toned skin underneath. Gaara let out a small shiver as his bare chest was put on show.

The blond let out a lustful chuckle and pushed Gaara's wrists further behind him, making the boy's chest push upwards slightly. "What's this?" he whispered into the boy's ear.

Gaara gulped as the grip around his wrists threatened to snap the bone. He squeezed his eyes shut as a warm tongue ran it's way across his ear and down his sensitive neck.

"Look how hard your nipples are. I've barely touched you." Naruto's hot breath brushed against Gaara's ear. "You're quite the slut, aren't you?"

Gaara's face heated up. If it wasn't for the sand that he hadn't removed from his face, then he knew that a deep, crimson blush would be gracing his cheeks.

"I wonder what the people of Suna would think if they knew that their Kazekage was such a whore."

"Naru- Ah!"

Naruto bit down on the sensitive flesh around his pale nipple. The skin split, and blood seeped down marble skin. "Did I say you could speak?"

"Don't be so- Ugh!"

Naruto let go of one of Gaara's wrists and locked his fingers in red hair, pulling it down as roughly as he could until Gaara was bent backwards over his own desk. A few more papers floated to the floor, and the ink pot fell to the ground, staining the floor black. One of the redhead's eyes closed at the pain as he winced. "Are you going to speak again without my permission?"

Gaara opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again when the fingers in his hair tightened. He shook his head.

"That's a good boy," Naruto whispered. "See? Things go a lot easier when you stop being so naughty." He stroked the boy's cheek.

Gaara's eyes remained shut as the position of his arched back began to make him shake.

"What's the matter?" Naruto asked in a low voice. "Is that position not comfortable for you?"

Gaara shook his head.

"Well then. I'll have to put you into a more comfortable position." Keeping hold of one of Gaara's wrists, he bent down and picked up the blue sash that was used to keep the Kazekage robes tied up. He twisted Gaara around before the poor boy had the chance to open his eyes and see what was going on. When his wrists were forced together behind his back, his heart missed a couple of beats and his whole body felt like it was about to burst into flames.

He tried to pull his arms back. This was going a little too far. If someone walked in, he'd never be able to live it down. "Naruto, that's enough. I don't like this, stop- stop it." But the sash had already been tied around his wrists. He was swung back around and lifted to sit on the desk. "I'm being serious now. This is going too far."

Naruto pushed Gaara back until he lay on the wooden surface. The papers underneath him stuck to his skin as he stared up at the boy on top of him. Soft, but rough, lips attacked his as he lay squirming. Teeth sunk into the skin of his bottom lip, he heard the skin rip and opened his mouth to let out a silent cry. But the second he opened his mouth it was invaded by Naruto's tongue and the taste of blood.

It had been so long since he'd tasted blood. Even his own was enough to bring that lustful ball into his stomach. It wasn't long before the kiss, like everything else, became rough. Naruto's fingers dug into Gaara's hair as they both fought for dominance over the kiss. Uneven bursts of breath filled the air around them as they struggled to breath.

When it looked like Naruto was pushing Gaara's tongue back, the redhead sunk his teeth into the foreign object in his mouth. Naruto let out a little cry and tried to pull his head back, but the teeth wouldn't let go. They sunk deeper, until Naruto was sure his tongue was covered in blood. The metallic taste invaded his taste buds and, in a strange way, turned him on even more.

Gaara was being a naughty boy, and he wasn't about to let him get away with it.

When Gaara finally let go of his tongue, he pulled his head back and looked down at his lover. His teal eyes were full with lust and a slight hint of his psychotic side shone through. Especially with the blood dripping around his mouth. Naruto had an urge to bend down and lick the blood, but he didn't want to go near the teeth again, not when Gaara was like this. He'd have to wait until he'd crushed him a little more. Just until he'd become completely submissive.

Naruto brought his hand up to wipe the blood away from his own face and watched as Gaara used his tongue to lick up the blood from the corners of his mouth. "Maybe I should go open the door to let anyone walking past see what's going on. It would teach you a lesson."

Gaara's eyes reverted back to normal as a wash of panic spread across his face. "Wait. No. No." He shook his head and fought against the sash around his wrists. "I'm--I'm. Sorry. I won't do it again."

"Good boy." He began to run his tongue in a line down Gaara's chest. He dipped it in and out of the small bellybutton and used his hands to run down the sides of Gaara's stomach. He moved down a little further and tugged at the belt around Gaara's trousers with his teeth, making sure a little friction rubbed against his dick.

"Ugh." Gaara's hips arched from the desk.

Naruto smirked and took the belt off. He massaged Gaara's member through the material and enjoyed the small cries from the boy below him. "Do you want this?" Naruto asked.

Gaara remained silent and turned his head away.

With a playful smirk, Naruto brought himself back to the redheads face. He folded the belt over and used it to draw a line down the boys chest. "How badly do you want it?"

When Gaara still didn't reply, Naruto put the belt around his neck and used it as a sort of collar and leash. He pulled it tightly, giving Gaara hardly any space to breath and tugged at it, lifting the boy's back from the table. He held Gaara's face inches from his own. "How much do you want this, Kazekage-Sama?"

Gaara felt himself glow even hotter at the mention of his title. That was right. He was the Kazekage of Suna, and here he was tied up, with a belt around his neck and about to be asked to beg for sex.

"Beg me," Naruto whispered into the boy's ear. "I want you to beg me to touch you, to send shivering pleasure through your body."

Sabaku no Gaara did not beg. Would not beg. He'd rather die. He turned his head away and kept his mouth clamped shut.

Naruto laughed. "Lost your voice? Okay. Looks like I'm just going to have to force you to beg me." He pushed Gaara back down onto the desk with such force it almost knocked all of the air out of the redhead's lungs. He gasped for breath as the belt around his neck was let loose enough for him to be allowed enough oxygen to stay alive.

Sharp teeth bit around the nipple that wasn't bleeding yet, while strong fingers clamped around the bleeding one and twisted it with such brutality that it almost had Gaara whimpering in pain. He bit down until blood sprayed from the pale bud and ran down the pale chest.

Gaara's pants became louder as he felt the blood roll down his skin. He felt the bulge in his trousers grow due to the pain. When Naruto's tongue lapped up at the blood, Gaara's mouth opened in silent whimpers. It felt so good. His body was heating up. If this carried on, he'd definitely go insane.

Naruto realised that this torture wasn't enough to make his sex slave beg him. He hated and loved the way Gaara could be as stubborn as he was. He worked on the trousers with his teeth until they were around the boy's ankles, he then slipped them completely off with his hands and stood back to admire the body that he owned.

Gaara's chest rose and fell rapidly. His chest and mouth were completely covered in blood and a few deep, black hickeys were embedded into the skin of his neck. His hair was standing on end from the tugging and his eyes shone with almost defeat. To Naruto, he was beautiful.

The blonde ninja grabbed hold of the redhead's thighs and tugged the red boxers down with his teeth. Gaara's body shook at the lose of clothing. He was now completely naked, laying on top of the documents he had to send to allied countries.

"Are you ready to beg me yet? My little masochist."

Gaara didn't say anything.

Naruto frowned. He wanted to hear the deep, sexy voice begging him for sex. Or at least moaning his name. He felt his own member grow a little larger just by the thought of it. "I guess I'm just going to have to continue torturing you until you do, then." He lowered his head and began to suck on the skin at the top of his inner thigh. He knew from experience that this was one of Gaara's most sensitive spots.

"Naru- aah-ugh." Gaara's head thrashed side to side as the blond's tongue teased the skin, before sucking even harder. The sensitive skin tickled and sent a strange tension throughout his whole body. It didn't help when his, now hard, member twitched just above where Naruto was sucking. The blond kept knocking it with his face on purpose to send even more painful friction to his dick.

Gaara wanted to grab Naruto's head and force it down onto his member, until the boy was gagging from deep throating him. But he couldn't, the sash that kept his wrists firmly clamped together wasn't budging, no matter how hard he struggled against it.

He arched his back and tried to force his dick into Naruto's mouth, but the blond boy wasn't having any of it. He tightened his grip around the boy's thighs and kept him firmly still. His body shook and sweat gleamed from every pour in his body. The heat was almost unbearable.

"Are you going to beg me yet? Kazekage-Sama?"

Gaara squirmed at the name of his title again. "Naru- you- ughh."

"What was that?"

"Pl-Please. I can't. It's too."

"I think you can do better than that," Naruto said, blowing hot air onto the twitching member that was now inches from his face.

"Oh, god. Don't make me say it," Gaara moaned.

"What's the matter? You don't like being a dirty boy? I want you to beg me. Naughty boys are forced to beg their masters."

Gaara squeezed his eyes shut. They'd done similar things to this before, but Naruto had never been so full on. "N-Naruto." Gaara's voice shook as the blond boy continued to blow hot air onto his dick. "I n-need you."

"You need me to what? You've got to be more specific."

Gaara gulped. He didn't understand why it was so hard just to say a few words. "I need- need. Naruto, please don't make me do this. I want to stop. I don't like this."

Gaara's eyes shone with such weakness that Naruto couldn't control himself. He had sort of begged him, after all. He gave pity to his little slave and began to lick the base of the large member.

The kazekage threw his head back. His whole body began to sweat as the pleasure pulsed through every muscle inside of him. ". Naruto." The teasing was torture as the blond slowly devoured the throbbing dick and began to lick it. Gaara's legs twitched uncontrollably.

Naruto couldn't help but look up at the cute face of his lover. A small blush graced his cheeks even through the sand and his tightly clamped teeth was enough to prove how much he liked it.

"Uggh, god," Gaara moaned.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Gaara almost screamed when a voice on the other side of the door started to speak. He'd expected Naruto to climb off and help him quickly get dressed, but the blond carried on torturing his hard on. He was stuck. He couldn't move with his arms tied behind his back. He wanted to puke.

He looked down at Naruto, who was looking up at him and smirking over his dick.

Gaara took a deep breath and tried to steady his voice out when he realized that his boyfriend wasn't going to do anything to lesson his embarrassment. " W. Who is it?" he called. He could feel Naruto trying not to laugh.

"It's me and Kankurou." It was his sister.

"We just got back from a mission," Kankurou said.

Why did he have siblings again? He couldn't let them see what was going on. Especially as they didn't know about him and Naruto. Temari would probably shout at him for hours for doing such things. Kankurou would probably say something along the lines of 'that's my little bro' he shuddered. That thought was almost enough to make his member go limp. Neither of them would ever, ever, ever… ever, ever, ever. EVER. Let him live it down.

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Okay. Making this a two parter as I've been writing this now for like 5 hours and it's 6:30am. I'm dead tired and the last 2k words are probably a load of crap because I'm sooo tired T.T

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Okay. Please review if you want me to continue J

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