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Sasuke was bored, now that he was back in Konohagakure.
He had decided to leave again with the intention to clear his mind.
He didn’t accept the offer of a new arm to atone for his sins and frankly, he was doing just fine. Traveling around, getting a new perspective on things he had seen before - like certain villages. He visited “Team Taka” far too much - those losers, as Sasuke calls them, love having their leader around; even if Suigetsu denies it.
Sasuke’s made amends with a lot of people, even Orochimaru, but the one person on his list he hasn’t even bothered to apologize to, let alone visit, is Gaara. The Kazekage that happens to be one of Naruto’s best friends, the very redhead who had the gall to tell Sasuke to “open up his eyes.”
Oh, Sasuke’s been sour about that memory for as long as he can remember.
The mention of the used-to-be One Tail jinchuriki makes the Uchiha roll his eyes so hard, they might as well fall out of his skull. He’s tried to avoid this the entire time he was out traveling - but he couldn’t any longer. It was nearing the end of his allowed travel days outside of Konoha, so it only felt right to make one final stop.
Currently, he was making his way through Sunagakure, quietly cursing the heat and himself for making the conscious decision to dress in all black. He uses his only hand to shield his eyes from the sun, and a sense of relief fills his chest when he sees the Kazekage building come into view. He’s ignoring the rude stares, glares, and murmurs that citizens are throwing his way as he walks through these sandy streets.
Sasuke knows he’s got quite the bad reputation - but that’s exactly why he took this trip. Everybody knows that Gaara had that confrontation with the Uchiha at the Five Kage Summit, everyone figures that their precious leader could’ve been badly injured that day.
(If Temari and Kankuro had not stepped in, Sasuke likes to think that he could have easily beat Gaara’s ass; but that’s a conversation for another time.)
Sasuke sighs, wiping his hand across his sweaty forehead. He’s holding back his rage since he’s learned how to stay calm over the years; but just being in Suna, the sun beating down on him, the dry-stuffy air, all the memories of every interaction he’s ever had with Gaara flowing into his mind. Yeah, he can definitely feel his blood already starting to boil.
He’ll get through this, though.
Sasuke can and he will make up with Gaara; if the weather here doesn’t kill him first.
When he enters the Kazekage office, the Uchiha is grateful that the place is air-conditioned. He takes in the cool air and glances around the room since it’s deathly quiet except for the scribble of Gaara’s pen on paper. He’s dressed in his usual kage outfit and Sasuke takes a deep breath, resisting the urge to call him ugly right off the bat. He never liked that red coat he wears. He also has a sudden need to yell at him; for the redhead doesn’t even so much as look up when Sasuke comes in and it takes everything Sasuke has to not set the other on fire using his Amaterasu.
(He could, theoretically, set his clothes on fire - but trying to set any of Gaara’s sand on fire with his black flames would only result in it immediately turning into glass.)
He sighs, approaching Gaara’s desk and standing in front of it. He still doesn’t even glance at Sasuke; his sea-green eyes glued to whatever he’s working on. Sasuke’s own eye twitches.
What kind of formal kage behavior is this? He thinks, clearly annoyed before he takes a deep breath and leans over to gently tap Gaara’s head; and he’s grateful when he finally grabs his attention.
When their eyes meet, Gaara blinks sleepily and Sasuke - once again annoyed with the gesture, has to hold back all the insults that are dying to slip past his lips.
“Hello, Gaara.”
“Sasuke Uchiha,” Gaara says quietly, his eyes scanning the other up and down, “What a surprise to see you here.”
Sasuke nearly scoffs, but he doesn’t. “It’s nice to see you, too,” He forces himself to say and he’s surprised when Gaara puts down the pen he was just holding, folding his hands to keep his attention on the Uchiha.
“What brings you here?”
“I’m only here for you,” Sasuke answers, but the look on Gaara’s face after those words leave his mouth makes Sasuke rethink what he just said. Sasuke sputters, “I- No- Gaara, not that I wanted to see you or anything, but I came here to better myself!”
Gaara blinks and for a second, Sasuke regrets coming here. The silence in the room is cut when Gaara speaks again.
“Yeah, I heard you were traveling to do things like that.”
Sasuke’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Does Gaara keep tabs on him?
“How did you-”
Gaara fishes in one of his drawers and he pulls out a piece of paper with familiar messy handwriting, holding it up for Sasuke to see, “Naruto rambles quite a lot about you.”
Sasuke squints. Of course, that lovesick loser sends Gaara letters about him; but why did Sasuke feel deflated? Maybe some part of him is upset that Gaara doesn’t bother to ask about Sasuke’s well-being himself.
“Well, yeah - That’s why I’m here.”
“I have a busy day, Uchiha,” Gaara replies, putting Naruto’s letter away and refolding his hands on his desk, “As I do every day, so get on with whatever it is you want.”
Sasuke has to bite his tongue. He wants to be kind - treat others the way Sasuke wishes to be treated, but Gaara’s tone of voice, his “I’m too busy for this” attitude, his face, just his everything combined with Sasuke’s mind pushing that “open your eyes” encounter they had back at the Five Kage Summit; well, Sasuke’s on the brink of exploding.
Their childhood encounters aside - the Chunin exams, when Gaara tried to kill Sasuke when his tailed beast was overtaking his body, Sasuke trying to kill Gaara at the summit, they both have things they need to apologize for.
He takes in a deep breath and his gaze gets serious, meeting Gaara’s eyes with confidence.
Sasuke can do this.
“Look, Gaara, I just want to apologize for what happened throughout the entire time we’ve known each other. My behavior at the Kage Summit was not acceptable; my hatred is to blame but it does not excuse my actions.” As Sasuke speaks, Gaara’s eyes don’t leave him but the Uchiha isn’t blind. He sees the redhead’s hand reaching for his pen again. Sasuke tries to ignore it, “Everything I did was uncalled for and...”
Gaara, still looking at Sasuke, begins to write on the paper he was working on earlier.
Sasuke pauses. Is he not paying attention? How inconsiderate. It’s already hard for Sasuke to muster up the courage to let alone show up here and talk to Gaara, but for him to pull this? Sasuke puts his hand on his hip and puffs out his cheek.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m still listening,” Gaara says nonchalantly, his wrist still moving across that paper, and Sasuke’s pretty sure his calming behavior is going to fade the longer this goes on.
Maybe... he can’t do this.
Sasuke’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arm over his chest. It’s not unusual for him to snap; but oh boy, when Gaara’s gaze falls from Sasuke’s eyes back to that damn paper, he can’t help his response. His sharingan eyes activate and that piece of paper bursts up in black flames.
Gaara simply moves his hand away, and when Sasuke retracts the Amaterasu’s flames, the paper is nothing but ashes. Sasuke glares at Gaara, who meets his gaze with tired eyes.
“I was working on that.”
“Fuck your work!” Sasuke shouts, pointing his finger at Gaara’s face. His swear makes Gaara’s eyes widen with interest, but he says nothing. He just stares and allows Sasuke to continue. “I came out here for you and you can’t even give me your undivided attention! I knew it would be stupid to do this, you wouldn’t know how to be nice to me if it smacked you across the face!”
Sasuke’s loud - Gaara will give him that. He digs a pinky in his ear mockingly, “Lower your volume, Uchiha.”
“Hell no! You can’t talk to me like that!” Sasuke leans over the desk, slamming his hand on the desk, “I tried to be nice to you and you didn’t accept it!”
Sasuke doesn’t break eye contact; nor does he deactivate his sharingan. If he wanted to put the Kazekage in a genjutsu, he could. With no tailed beast to break him out of it, Sasuke would have the upper hand… but Sasuke didn’t come here to fight, no. He came here to better himself, but it seems clear that Gaara doesn’t deserve Sasuke’s apology, nor kindness.
“Sasuke Uchiha-”
“Quit calling me by my first and last name, Gaara! You better start being nice to me before I lose my shit!” Gaara blinks, unnerved by the threat and Sasuke’s red eyes search his face, “God, no wonder your father didn’t love you. You"re ugly.”
Now Sasuke doesn’t mean that, he also knows he shouldn’t have said that. Whether Sasuke wants to admit it or not, Gaara is attractive. Even as tired as he looks, the redhead can pull anyone and Sasuke is not immune and what he said about his father was out of spite. Sasuke was definitely not one to discuss or come at anyone for having daddy issues, considering his own relationship with his now-dead father.
And yet, his words struck a chord in the other for he sees the hurt in Gaara"s eyes fade in and out before his look is calm and collected once again.
Gaara still says nothing and the silence is deafening, the lack of reaction is angering. Some part of Sasuke wants to be yelled at in return; put in his place, and he figures the best way to get that is to test Gaara’s patience. He scoffs at the silence and Sasuke keeps going, leaning back off the desk and sighing as he runs his only hand through his hair.
“Tch, say something, would you?” He glances at him and Gaara’s eyes still haven’t strayed. “It’s hard to tell what you’re thinking or how you’re reacting to all of this when you ain’t got no eyebrows.”
Ah, yes, petty insults - and Gaara sighs once more, because he never took Sasuke to be such a child. He can’t even keep his tongue quiet once those words leave Sasuke’s lips.
“I don’t see how my eyebrows are relevant to the conversation,” He shrugs, “Naruto’s right, you’re such a brat.”
Sasuke stares at Gaara in disbelief - because there’s no way that Gaara just said that. He has half a mind to vault his desk and start hitting him, but Sasuke contains himself. He just continues to glare him down before Sasuke spits out, “That grandma should have never revived you. What kind of loser do you have to be to get your tailed beast snatched?”
“You should have died with the rest of your clan,” Gaara says, not missing a beat.
Sasuke gasps softly at that one, stomping his foot, “Take that back!”
“You’re such a child,” Gaara whispers and he turns his attention to the stack of paperwork on his desk, picking the next one from the pile and sliding it toward him. At that moment, Sasuke slides his arm across Gaara’s desktop, knocking everything - pens, papers, utensils, his computer, onto the floor without a care for the consequences to come.
Sasuke really can’t do this.
He can’t assault Gaara physically because that’s a quick ticket to the Konohagakure holding cell; so this was his best way to let out his frustration, “I told you to take that back!”
“I’m not going to do as you say,” Gaara stands up, sand moving along the floor to collect the items Sasuke dropped while some of it wraps itself around Sasuke’s ankles, holding him in place while the Kazekage rounds his desk to stand beside him, “Your actions just proved that I am right.”
“Shut up!” Sasuke growls through his teeth, fist clenched at his side. He feels sand wrapping around his wrist; but he doesn’t try to break out of it, too busy staring into Gaara’s eyes with all the hatred he has in him.
“You’re childish,” Gaara says once more and he moves his hand in a way that forces Sasuke to bend over his desk. Sand slipping from his gourd forms an arm that grabs at Sasuke’s hair, pulling it harshly so that his spine arches. Sasuke’s crotch involuntarily twitches with excitement, but he refuses to indulge in his wants.
“Let me go,” He fusses, squirming and quietly swearing under his breath as Gaara situates himself behind him, pressing himself up against Sasuke’s back, his own crotch against his ass.
“So feisty.. and for what? Just to be bent over my desk like this?”
“I said to get off!” Sasuke squirms, but it’s no use. With one arm and no way of eye contact in this position, Gaara has the upper hand. It doesn’t help that he can feel Gaara’s dick print pressed snuggly against him, every time he fights to get away causes friction between them.
“You need to be tamed,” Gaara purrs into Sasuke’s ear and he cries out in frustration just hearing the Kazekage say such words. Him? Tamed? Sasuke would rather drop dead, he was as calm as could be if he wasn’t being taunted and touched in such a way.
“Let go of me, you little perv!” Sasuke growls louder than before as Gaara’s hands move to his chest, lightly rubbing his palms into his clothed nipples, “I don’t like you! I never have! You can’t do anything to make me change that!” His cheeks turn a deep shade of red as he tries not to moan, “St-stop it!”
“Do you think if I fuck you into submission, you’ll come to like me?”
Gaara twists one of Sasuke’s nipples through the fabric of his shirt and Sasuke’s breath hitches, “Sh-shut up-”
“No, I’m certain you want this,” Gaara’s sand brings Sasuke’s hand down behind his back, sealing and tightening it in place. The Kazekage watches him struggle against his sand restraint before he smiles, “It must suck having one arm, huh?"
“Don’t remind me!” Sasuke stops fighting it, relaxing against the desk and turning his head to attempt to meet Gaara’s gaze, “Don’t talk to me, either. I don’t like you.”
Shoving Sasuke’s face into his desktop, the redhead leans down to press his lips into the nape of Sasuke’s neck, “I like you in this position, Sasuke. Too bad I can’t see your face, but at least I can fuck you as hard or as slowly as I want. You cannot stop me.”
“Gaara!” Sasuke starts, but a harsh pull from the sand in his hair shuts him up, grunting out in a small whimper and ignoring the goosebumps that formed on his arms and the shiver that went up to his spine from the feeling of Gaara’s breath on the back of his neck, “Fuck!”
“Don’t interrupt me,” Gaara’s hands slide down to Sasuke’s hips, dipping his fingertips into the waistline of his pants before he slides it down Sasuke’s legs. The Uchiha doesn’t fight him, not with that grip in his hair, and he stays surprisingly quiet. It makes Gaara hum in delight, removing Sasuke’s underwear next and grabbing his bare hips to hike them up higher, positioning him better, “There you go.”
“Don’t touch me!” Sasuke hisses, his senses returning to him and Gaara pretends like he can’t hear him, lifting two of his fingers up to his mouth to lap his tongue against them. As he does his best to coat the digits in saliva, Sasuke’s unaware of his actions and he’s back to squirming and growling like a restrained animal, “Will you listen to me? Let me go!”
“Will you stop your whining?” Gaara quietly mutters as he pulls his fingers from his mouth, sticking a finger into Sasuke’s asshole with no warning. The sudden intrusion makes Sasuke cry out, replacing the curse words that were planning on leaving his lips.
“G- Gaara!” Sasuke squeezes his eyes shut, recoiling into the desk as much as he can to attempt to get away from his finger, but there’s no space to move. He’s being forced to take it in, and it feels… awkward, but good, “What the hell- nggh-”
The Kazekage gives him no time to adjust, already toying around with his tight insides while his other hand holds Sasuke’s fidgeting hips in place. Adding a second finger, Gaara slowly, and very slowly, begins to pump them in and out of Sasuke.
Sasuke’s determined not to make a noise, keeping his eyes closed and sucking on his bottom lip to keep any moan that’s threatening to leave him quiet. He won’t give Gaara the satisfaction of hearing him get off to his fingers, even if his insides are twitching eagerly around his digits, “B-bastard,” He manages to get out in a strained voice, “I hope you get caught by your siblings doing this shit to me!”
“My siblings are smart enough to leave and never comment about it, so even if they walked in on us, it wouldn’t matter,” Gaara leans down to whisper in his ear in a dangerously low tone, curling his fingers and pushing them into the third knuckle. Sasuke sucks in a breath, eyes crossing briefly as a moan builds up in his throat, but he swallows it and relaxes, breathing hard and shaking his head. He needs to keep his composure; Gaara is not liking the silence. “You were just whining and begging me to let you go, where’s that determination now?” He challenges, chuckling under his breath at the reaction he’s getting from the Uchiha, “Give me one good reason to let you go and I just might listen… Unless you just like being fucked by my fingers?”
“No, I- I don’t,” Sasuke’s body is welcoming this pleasure, his ass pushes back onto Gaara’s fingers when his fingertips nudge against his sweet spot and a small whimper slips from Sasuke’s lips, “You just don’t deserve to f-fuck me! I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last person on earth!”
“I’ll leave you alone when your body decides to reject me,” Gaara replies in a blank tone, still pumping his fingers in and out of Sasuke. He lets out a disappointed hum when he notices Sasuke doing anything he can to prevent himself from making any noise. If Sasuke wants to be a brat, then Gaara wouldn’t satisfy him. Simple as that. He stops his movements; even as Sasuke pushes himself against his fingers, and he corrects him, “I actually wasn’t going to fuck you; I was only going to use my fingers. After everything you did today, you don’t deserve to have my dick in your ass, Sasuke-kun.”
Sasuke digs his nails into his palm with a whine, deciding to lose some of his pride for now. He whimpers at the loss of Gaara’s moving fingers, not finding enough satisfaction from them just sitting inside of him, “Y-you can’t do that! I’ll… I’ll beg if I have to, okay? Just please, please-” He turns his head the best he can to make eye contact with the other, giving him watery puppy dog eyes, “J-just fuck me and I’ll behave! I promise! I’ll be good!”
Sasuke’s whimpering made the Kazekage smirk with satisfaction. This is what he wanted, the more Sasuke whined, the more he’d get what he wanted. Gaara slowly moved his fingers in and out of him again. Looking down at the Uchiha and catching that desperate look in his eyes, Gaara’s sadistic smirk slightly widened, “Beg louder and maybe, I’ll consider it.”
He liked when Sasuke begged; it made him feel so good and proud of himself. Still pumping his fingers into Sasuke’s ass, Gaara used his free hand to quietly unzip his own pants and tuck out his cock, giving himself a few strokes so some blood can rush to his dick.
“I’m- I’m a brat, alright? I say bratty things sometimes! I don’t mean it!” Deciding to keep his gaze on the desk so that Gaara can’t see Sasuke’s reddening face, he continues, “Haa- Hurry up, please!”
“You don’t mean them? Everything you said? I feel like that’s a lie, sweetheart,” Gaara tuts, his face furrowing in fake concern. Even if Gaara can’t see Sasuke’s face right now, he could definitely tell that the other was getting flustered, “Are you lying to me?”
As soon as Gaara’s fingers begin to move again, Sasuke’s hips perk at the feeling, and his toes curl, whining out loudly, “N-No! Please fuck me, Lord Kazekage!” The noises Sasuke was making were like music to Gaara’s ears. They were so blissful, and it made Gaara wonder about how loud Sasuke would cry out from his dick. There was only one way to find out.
Sasuke turns his head once more when he hears the faint sound of Gaara’s zipper, catching a glimpse of his length and his pupils widen. He looks away quickly, swallowing nervously, “So when were you going to tell me you were that big, huh? Are you… are you even sure it’ll fit?”
“You literally never bothered to ask, and I thought I would surprise you. It.. probably won’t, but don’t worry,” Gaara murmurs as he positions himself at Sasuke’s entrance. It was going to hurt Sasuke a little, but Gaara was kind enough to make sure to be gentle. Slowly pushing himself into Sasuke, Gaara let out a low, shaky groan. Fuck. He didn’t think he’d feel this good. “Ngg- Gomen ne, Sasuke-” Gaara gasps quietly, “If... If I’m hurting you.”
“W-wait, hold on!” Sasuke’s breath hitches when Gaara’s tip catches on his rim, and his low moan excites something deep inside of his stomach. He’s definitely aroused and Sasuke rolls his shoulders back, shaking his head. God, if his hand was free if he could just hold onto something-
Gaara pushes forward until his cock is halfway in. Swallowing some saliva, he keeps going until eventually he’s balls deep inside of the Uchiha. Sasuke’s tongue falls from his lips just from Gaara’s size, his inner walls twitch and practically suck every inch of him in. He’s feeling so much pleasure just from being filled, he can’t stop the ramble of high-pitched whimpers that slip from his lips, “S-stop, ahh, you’re s’big, g-gaa! ” As soon as Gaara is all the way in, Sasuke’s spine arches in delight. The head of his cock is nudged perfectly against his sweet spot and Sasuke tries to shy away, wiggling his hips and biting his bottom lip harshly to keep from being any louder, “M-move, idiot!”
“Shh,” Gaara massages the skin on Sasuke’s waist before pulling him up to his chest, dragging his tongue against the back of his neck. He trails his lips against his skin, sucking on a few places here and there, leaving hickies and soft bite marks all over him, all of which have Sasuke refusing to make a noise. “You’re tight, Sasuke,” Gaara sharply inhales as Sasuke squirms underneath him, “Mmf- hang on-”
“D-don’t say such dirty things!” Sasuke starts to complain but is cut off when Gaara’s hips begin to move, sliding himself out and back in; the sound of skin quietly slapping against each other echoes throughout the office. Gaara, getting lost in how nice this feels, thrusts faster, a few small groans can be heard from him.
“Fuck- Sasuke…”
Sasuke’s breath quietly hitches every time Gaara pushes back in, his tip is grazing his prostate and it’s making Sasuke antsy, being teased in such a way. He still doesn’t moan loudly, though, refusing the urge by digging his fingers into his own palm. Gaara’s groans are nice, however, and Sasuke shows his appreciation for them by pushing his ass back against his crotch in hopes that’ll sink his length deep enough to hit him in just the right spot. So far, he’s unsuccessful.
Gaara didn’t need to look at Sasuke’s face to know how good he was feeling. Noticing that Sasuke was trying anything he could to quiet himself, well, the Kazekage clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“No, no, no, this simply won’t do,” He murmurs, his hands roaming around the Uchiha’s back. The sand in his hair returns to Gaara"s gourd; and his own hands take their place in Sasuke"s hair, tugging at his raven strands. He then pushes Sasuke’s upper body back into the desk, “I want you to be loud for me, Sasuke. So loud, to a point where my villagers may hear your moans. I want them to know that you’re being fucked in here, that you’re mine right now. Scream for me, and maybe… just maybe, I shall give you what you desire.”
Taking note of the way Sasuke’s moving his hips, Gaara moves his hands back to roughly stop them, holding Sasuke in place and flipping him over onto his back. There’s a look of disappointment in his sea-green eyes, but that look quickly fades. His eyes cloud up with a bit of lust. “You’re not in charge here, Sasuke, You seem to believe that you are,” Gaara warns in his low, calm voice; yet his sand is slipping away from Sasuke’s wrist, allowing him free movement, “Do something bratty and see what happens.”
“T-then fuck me harder!” Sasuke demands with desperation, trying to fight Gaara’s hold on his waist. Now that he’s on his back, facing Gaara, his tsundere attitude seems to slip away. The Kazekage is attractive, Sasuke’s cheeks grow red and with his newly granted movement, his first action is to gently push his hand against Gaara’s chest with mock innocence, avoiding eye contact. “Don’t look at me! Pervert! Y-you’re such a bitch!” Sasuke smirks, glaring up at him with a look of defiance, “A bitch who doesn’t know how to fuck! I bet you’re a virgin, huh?”
“You’d go as far as to assume that I’m a virgin?” Gaara scoffs, “How funny.” Leaning in closely to Sasuke’s face; his lips just millimeters away from his, he whispers, “I can fuck you just fine, just ask Naruto, since you think I’m a virgin and would like some confirmation.”
Sasuke was just about to seal their mouths in a heated kiss… until Gaara said that.
All the blood in his body heats up in an instant, anger flows through him, and before he can stop himself, Sasuke slaps Gaara across the face harshly.
“How dare you?!” He shouts, his voice dripping with jealousy, his sharinrinnegan eyes glaring up at Gaara’s tired gaze. He wasn’t expecting to get slapped; his thrusts come to a pause as it takes him a few to regain his composure. Ignoring his reddening cheek, Sasuke begins to shove his only hand hard against Gaara’s shoulders, “And to think, I was going to let you cum inside of me! I thought you were a gentleman! Ugh, you’re gross! Bringing up someone else when you’re balls deep inside of me, get off of me right now! I hate you!”
Every squirm, every attempt to get away, stirs Gaara’s shaft inside of Sasuke but he ignores the sparks of pleasure running through him. He’s over this, “Indecent bastard! And to think that I was starting to fall in love with your stupid dick!”
Gaara"s face contorted with anger and disbelief. The slap happened so fast that not even his sand could block the sudden impact, “What the f-”
Before he could finish his response, Sasuke spat in his mouth.
Oh? The Uchiha wants to act this way now, huh?
Gaara has no shame, so while making eye contact, he swallows what he was given. Ignoring the way he did that, Sasuke begins to yell at the top of his lungs; despite his insides squeezing around his length in excitement. He arches his spine off the desk to glare right into his eyes, “Fuck you!”
With Sasuke acting up again, Gaara grabs at his wrist and pins it against the desk above his head, restraining Sasuke against it as well, “You shouldn’t have said anything, then. You know how I am, sweetheart.”
The Kazekage spoke in a hushed tone and his other hand came up to grab the Uchiha by his throat, leaning down to his lips again. Even if Sasuke was still trying to fight to get away from him, Gaara didn’t care. Brushing his mouth past his, Gaara moves his face to Sasuke’s jaw; his soft lips pressing against his jawline, “You’re jealous, and for what? We’re not together, so what I do shouldn’t matter.”
“You fucking assh- Ahh! ”
Gaara rolls his eyes and begins to move his hips again, faster than earlier, just to shut Sasuke up in case he tried to finish that sentence with some smart-ass comment.
And Sasuke’s weak, he’s ultimately melting once again when Gaara starts moving. The feeling of his lips almost touching his own, the lack of air from being choked, Sasuke’s loving it all. He whimpers, trying to blink away the tears of pleasure and frustration that start to fill his eyes. He’s falling apart at Gaara’s expense, this isn’t what he came here to do. At all.
Gaara’s grip tightens a bit on Sasuke’s throat, “You’d think Kakashi would have taught you to watch how you talk to a Kage.”
“Don’t bring him into this,” He gasps, “Nff- Oh, Gaara!”
“Shut up and keep moaning,” Gaara switches to harshly slamming his hips into Sasuke, keeping his hand on his neck while the other slides down to his legs, pushing them up into a new position, his knees bent in the air. A low groan leaves Gaara’s lips, he’s got him in a perfect spot and now he feels like he’s in heaven from how good this feels.
“I- I wouldn’t want to be with you anyway!” Sasuke silently curses, bringing the conversation back to the thought of them being a couple. Gaara’s new pace and this position leave Sasuke completely vulnerable; and his moans are higher-pitched, his hips rolling down in small circles to fuck himself in time with the Kazekage’s punishing thrusts. He’s feeling that familiar heat in his stomach that means he’s close, unable to have one coherent thought, “I- G-Gaara, I’m gonna cum!”
“You’re not allowed to cum until I say,” Gaara replies, but his pace doesn’t change. Sasuke doesn’t think he can hold it; he also refuses to let Gaara know just how much his insides are melting at the mercy of his cock.
“Ngh- No,” He protests, “S-Stop fucking me there! Please!”
Gaara laughs under his breath; it seems as though Sasuke doesn’t remember who is in charge, “That’s not what you really want, right Uchiha? Your hole is squeezing me so well!”
“N-No, I don’t-”
“Yes, you do, Sasuke Uchiha,” Gaara grabs Sasuke’s hips, letting his hand go and pulling his body down on his dick with each thrust. Sasuke’s eyes cross and he cries out loudly, tongue falling out of his mouth again.
“Gaara!”
“You sound so much better when you’re screaming for me,” He grunts, digging his fingers into Sasuke’s skin and yanking him down faster with each reentry, only slipping out until his tip catches on Sasuke’s stretched hole and he groans, sinking back into Sasuke’s heat, over and over, “Fuck!”
“Y-you’re so mean!” Sasuke whimpers; and despite all the pleasure he’s feeling, he pushes his hand against Gaara’s face, panting softly. “G-go fuck someone else! Someone who wants it! Any other girl who drools for you would die for this!”
“Oh?” Gaara says nonchalantly as if Sasuke’s hand isn’t pressed against his cheek; and like he’s not nearing his own release. He simply moves Sasuke’s hand, pinning it right back down against the desktop, “I could always fuck Naruto again.”
Sasuke opens his mouth to swear at him; but his insides twist with the need to cum and he cries out instead, shaking his head and ignoring the sense of jealousy that erupted in his stomach, “P-Please let me cum!”
His desperation for release must be written on his face, and Gaara must be getting close himself because his thrusts get sloppier, his hips stutter, and he groans low in his throat, “F-fine, you can cum!” His own eyes briefly shut, giving a few more thrusts before he releases inside of Sasuke.
The feeling of his cum filling Sasuke up makes the Uchiha’s insides clench; his fingers twitch as he orgasms, his own hips coming to a pause as his cum hits his chest, Gaara’s clothing, and the Kazekage tries not to get hard again with the way Sasuke’s walls squeeze around his length, making him swear under his breath. Both boys pant quietly until they come down from their highs.
“Do you like me now?” Gaara asks quietly, pulling out his cock while Sasuke, feeling all the sand fall away from his body, goes limp, sighing softly.
“No,” He blushes, “Maybe a little. I-If you dare get with Naruto after this, I’ll really kill you.” Sasuke straightens himself out, blinking away his special eyes, “Do you forgive me?”
“I do,” Gaara smiles fondly and runs a hand through Sasuke’s hair. Before anything else, though, both of them hear footsteps coming from down the hall.
“Lord Kazekage!”
Sasuke can barely register the situation before he’s suddenly being pulled around the desk by his hair and forced under the space where Gaara’s legs go. He’s still dazed from his release; Sasuke doesn’t fight when he’s met face to face with Gaara’s dick.
The Kazekage was properly seated, his legs spread apart so Sasuke could fit between them. He pushes his chair up and Sasuke’s cheeks flush red when he realizes what Gaara wants him to do; the sound of Temari and Kankuro’s voices outside the office door stop him from audibly complaining.
He really is a pervert.
“Suck,” is the only command Sasuke gets from Gaara before he hears the door to his office open.