The plan had been that he would stay with them forever. The plan had been that, now found, he would never leave his loved one alone ever again. Of course, there is an old saying about Plans. In fact, if he listened close enough he could probably hear God laughing at him already. (Or that could just be the fanfic author)

The cabin had been home to three occupants instead of two for a little over a month. Slowly, Gaara was figuring out how he fit into the blondes’ daily routine and life. The brat wasn’t so much of a brat anymore. And if he really thought about it, which he tried very hard not to, he found she had already laughed her way into his heart somehow. Glaring matches weren’t as common anymore, and she had taken to crawling up on his lap or shoulders as often as she did to Naruto. Personal space issues aside, and Desert Sun had he freaked out the first time she’d crawled up on his lap, it really wasn’t that bad.

He had flashbacks to his own horrific childhood and decided that no child should ever have to go through something like what he had been through. That decided; Kizuko discovered to her utmost delight that she now had not only one, but two living playthings that would do almost whatever she asked of them. Much to the redhead’s horror and Naruto’s immense amusement.

Ah, Naruto. Now there was a completely different source of frustration.
The blonde was still feeling a little skittish about bedroom activities, but that was okay. The Sand nin could wait. He was a patient person. Really. Besides, the make-out sessions almost made up for it. Almost. But not scaring Naruto meant more to him than…twitch…sex did. So they were taking it slow. And he was internally bitching about it every step of the way.

Yes, things were as quiet as could be expected and Gaara found himself fitting into the Uzumakis life quite comfortably.

And then one day, they all just happened to be in the forest when it happened.
Naruto had been leaning against the trunk of an aged pine, watching his daughter happily romp with the fox kits that lived near the cabin. Out of seemingly nowhere there was a screech and then something flew down towards him. It pulled up into a graceful curve, but not before snatching a couple of strands of gleaming blonde in its talons.

“What the hell?!” The ex-leaf nin jumped back glaring as the something circled gracefully and then landed on a low hanging branch near Gaara. The redhead felt a heavy weight descend on him as he recognized the creature.

“It’s a Sand Messenger Bird.”

“That thing just dive bombed me!”

“It’s a pigeon, Naruto.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s a vicious hair-stealing pigeon!”

The pigeon cooed smugly in the blonde’s direction. Naruto glared at it, muttering something about roasted bird for dinner. Gaara rolled his eyes in a silent plea for strength and took the message from the bird’s leg.

Unfurling the small scroll, and giving it a touch of chakra to decode, he began to read. The further he read, the darker his expression became. Sand began creeping out from around him until Naruto commanded his attention.

“Gaara! Stop that! You’re scaring the kids!”

Well, really he was just scaring the fox kits who were hissing at the sand. Kizuko was actually crouched down near the closest tendril poking at it. The tendril seemed rather shocked by this particular treatment.

“Kitling! Don’t poke at that, you don’t know where it’s been!”

Kizuko blinked big blue eyes at her Papa, shrugged and then went back to playing with the kits. Naruto sighed and then turned to the redhead. “Bad news?”

“They’re calling me back for a mission.”

“…oh.”

A long moment of silence.

“Umm…well…I guess you have to go then.”

The paler man nodded, still looking very pissy.
“When…are you leaving?”

“It’s late, so I’ll wait until morning.”

Naruto inhaled deeply. “I…we’ll miss you.”

“I’m coming back. And it won’t take me 4 years this time.”

The blonde gave a small smile and reached out to shyly clasp the other’s hand.
“Yeah. Kitling, time to go!”

Leaving the kits to wrestle amongst themselves, the little blonde bounced her way over. She looked between her father and Gaara and frowned.

“What wrong?”

“I have to go back.”

Blue eyes immediately went wide and her bottom lip began to tremble. Running forward, she wrapped her arms around the redhead’s leg and looked up at him with Big Blue Eyes.

“Leave Kizuko and Papa?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I have to. My village called me back for a mission.”

This, she clearly didn’t understand. So he tried another tactic.

“I’ll come back.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“No leave Papa and Kizuko alone again.”

“I won’t. We’ve all been alone too long.”

He then let go of Naruto’s hand just long enough to pick up Kizuko. And then, holding both of his kitsunes in one way or another, they walked home.

*************
The sun sunk beneath the craggy mountains and the moon rose like a full, shining gem in the middle of sea of black velvet. The creatures of the forest cried out and moved in their nocturnal wanderings.

The cabin’s occupants had all been quieter since the message arrived to separate them. Kizuko and Naruto both seem to touch or cling to the Sand nin more than usual, as if they were trying to memorize his warmth and touch for fear of never seeing him again.

The little one was falling asleep as she stood, rubbing her eyes and denying every yawn that escaped her tiny mouth. Scooping her up, Naruto brought her to the bedroom and unfolded the futon. Rubbing one blue eye with a tiny fist, she fought being put down.

“Nnnn…Want Gaara.”

Naruto blinked at this and then smiled, understanding. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he set her on the futon and ducked out into the main room.

“You’re being summoned.”

“What?”

“She wants you to tuck her in.”

“Oh no. I do not tuck in. I don’t even know how to tuck some one in.”

“Eh. You’ll figure out easy enough. Besides, you’ve been drafted. Consider it a mission.”

The Sand nin sighed as he walked into the bedroom and tried not to show any fear of the task that awaited him. Kizuko sat on the futon smiling up sleepily at him. He stared at the little girl as if she were some utterly foreign object. She blinked expectantly at him. The staring continued.

Naruto snickered and decided to finally take pity on the poor man. Picking up a slightly worn hairbrush, he placed it in Gaara’s hand. Gaara looked at the object, confused.

“Here. Undo her hair and brush out the tangles, and then just make sure she goes to sleep.”

Seeing that the older blonde was now searching the closet for something and ignoring him, the redhead walked slowly towards the little one on the futon. Sitting next to her, he looked from the hairbrush to the pigtails and back a couple of times.

Sensing his confusion, Kizuko repositioned herself in front of him and began tugging at her hair-bands. Larger hands covered her small ones, helping to untangle the blonde locks from the elastic holders. Eventually the bands came free and the soft bristles of the brush began to slide through her hair.

“Kizuko likes.”

“Huh?”

“Papa pulls sometimes, but Gaara doesn’t. Brush Kizuko’s hair again when come back, kay?”

“Okay.”

He continued the motions until he realized the little one was asleep in front of him. Setting the brush aside, he gentle repositioned her on the futon and pulled the covers up over her. Turning to a leave, a small voice called him back.

“Kiss.”

“What?”

“Goodnight kiss.”

Sleepily, she tugged on his arm. Very confused, the redhead leaned down and was then rewarded with a soft kiss on the cheek. He blinked.

“ Night…” she yawned and then rolled over, snuggling in the blankets.
Still a little stunned, Gaara left the darkened room and quietly closed the door behind him. Placing a hand up to cheek that just been kissed, he mused idly. Yes, there were indeed many, many different types of kisses. And he was finding that he liked every one he received thus far.

Speaking of kisses…where had Naruto gotten off to? Scanning the main room, the blonde was no where in sight. Which left…the other room. Walking the few steps to the left, he pulled open the door and stopped short at the sight.
Moonlight poured into the small room through the window and was augmented by a small paper lantern that gave off warm light from the corner of the room. There in the pool of moonlight under the window, on a makeshift bed of a travel bedroll, blankets and pillows that was more of a nest than a bed, sat Naruto. The moonlight dulled his bright hair to pale gold as it hung free from its normal bindings. He sat on the blankets shirtless and the moonlight kissed his skin to bronze.

With a grin, he motioned the stunned Sand nin forward and Gaara found his feet moving of their own accord. As he approached, the blonde stood and leaned forward to capture his lips. The kiss deepened and the redhead felt himself being turned and pushed down to the blankets.

Breaking the kiss, Naruto smiled softly and then sat on Gaara’s lap, facing the other man and wrapping his legs around the redhead’s waist. He then leaned forward, wrapping tan arms around the other’s neck and kissing him deeply.
Gaara wasn’t exactly sure what had brought about this change, but at the moment he had a half naked, wiggling, moaning Naruto in his lap, kissing him quite thoroughly. Him? Complain? Nope, must be thinking of the other psycho Tanuki boy.

Pale arms slipped around the fox boy’s waist, the hands toy with the top of the blonde’s pants before sliding down to cup and squeeze the rear that had been tempting him for weeks now. Naruto made a little ‘mm’ sound and arched against him, his hands clutching at the fabric of Gaara’s shirt. The kiss finally ended once their lungs were screaming for air. Panting, they rested their foreheads against each other, gold mingling with red like a sunset, each smiling like idiots.
Naruto cupped the redhead’s face with both hands, holding him still, as he leaned up and pressed a kiss to the ‘Ai’ tattoo. An odd sort of warmth filled Gaara at the gesture, which quickly turned into fire flowing through his veins as the blonde began to trace the tattoo with the tip of his tongue.

A prissy, bitchy corner of his brain noticed that the stroke order was wrong, but the rest of his brain, Shukaku included, quickly told that part to shut the hell up. He gasped, amazed that after a lifetime of pain anything could feel this good.
Naruto should really be feeling something similar at the moment, he decided. And then Gaara remembered that one spot on the blonde’s neck with a smirk. He buried his nose in the crook of the blonde’s shoulder for a minute, inhaling the woodsy scent. Then the all out attack on that particular spot began as the Sand nin nipped and kissed and licked and sucked, making very, very sure that there would be a mark there the next day that would be difficult to explain to the little one sleeping a room over.

Blue eyes glazed over, and the blonde sat very still, small tremors running through his frame. Then, he became a flurry of motion. The folds of the lighter fabric of his outfit were quickly unwound and yanked over Gaara’s head. Tan hands yanked desperately at the darker shirt beneath.

“This. Off. Now.”

Gaara was very glad for Naruto’s ‘no gourd around the house’ rule, suddenly. Because, as much as he liked his gourd (and stop laughing out there!!) it would have been very inconvenient at the moment. Clothing was bad enough. Removing the dark shirt, he tossed in the general direction of a corner. Gathering the blonde to him, the redhead shifted and rolled so that Naruto lay beneath him on the nest of blankets. Gaara looked down at the flushed blonde beneath him. Naruto looked up at the equally flushed redhead on top of him.

….okay, so now what?

Neither had really ever gotten this far before, what with the whole demon vessel thing and all. So it was quite excusable that neither really had any clue what to do next.

Thank goodness for horny, sex-deprived demons.

Gaara suddenly found his mind flooded with helpful images, diagrams, and running commentary as Shukaku piped up. Because damnit, if the scrawny pale kid got laid, it was the closest thing he was going to get for who knows how long. Gaara then pointed out that, while he was a demon vessel he still had limited capabilities, and there was no way in hell he could get his testicles that large. Shukaku pouted in a ‘fine! Be that way!’ sort of manner and provided other helpful images, diagrams, and running commentary.

The images were helpful. The commentary he could do without.
Naruto, on the other hand, was receiving an eerily maternal-like scolding from Kyuubi. Which nearly scarred him right out of the ‘The Mood’ until she then decided, hell she hadn’t got any in a while either. This kid was cute enough, even if he was a Tanuki vessel.

He really wasn’t which scared him more, Kyuubi in maternal mode or Kyuubi thinking Gaara was cute enough to fool around with. He nearly said forget it all together but Gaara was on top of him and shirtless, and damnit, he wanted to finally loose this pesky virginity!!

Naruto then found his mind flooded with helpful images and diagrams. Kyuubi figured the boy could figure it out without the running commentary. Naruto thanked her gratefully and then reminded her that he was male. Kyuubi huffed and then pointed out all the fun things that one could do with a male if one were female or male.

Ooooo…that looked nice.

Lime green met baby blue. In stereo they smirked the smirk of those about to get laid.

“Let me guess…You get laid…”

“They get laid.”

And with that Gaara descended upon the blonde’s mouth, just as Naruto pulled him down for another kiss. Tongues twined and battled it out orally, as pale hands began running lightly up the tanned torso. Thumbs brushed over dark nipples, causing them to tighten, and the blonde moaned beneath him.

Sliding his hand down farther, the redhead accidentally brushed over the seal around Naruto’s navel. The fox boy gave a wail and then arched up, grinding their straining erections together. They repeated this a few times before Gaara got a rather naughty idea.

Remembering Naruto’s earlier action with his tattoo, the Sand nin trace a line down the blonde’s chest with his tongue until he came to the area with the seal. Smirking, he nuzzled the area and then began to trace the markings and spiral with his tongue.

Naruto whimpered; one hand buried in the blood colored locks and the other clutching at the blankets below him. The world around him fell away until all that existed was the ache between his legs, the fire running through the area with the seal, and Gaara’s ever so clever tongue. He was tracing the spiral, getting closer and closer to the blonde’s navel and Naruto wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“Gaara, stop…or…or else I…I’m gonna…”

But the redhead ignored him and finished the spiral, flicking his tongue in and out of the other’s navel. Naruto gave a cry, and there was a gush of wet warms where their hips aligned. Gaara blinked, and looked up. Naruto’s face was a deep red and he refused to meet the other boy’s eyes.

“I…I warned you…I didn’t mean…it’s just really sensitive, okay?”

An ivory hand reached up and turned the blonde’s face to meet green eyes.
“Everyone’s allowed to screw up the first time, right? I should have listened.” The Sand nin’s voice then dropped a husky octave. “Besides, you can’t tell me you’re done in already?”

Naruto blinked as Gaara’s other hand found its way down the front of his pants and was already helping to renew his interest.

“I think I can be persuaded to continue…” Was the equally husky reply.

“Maybe we should try without the pants this time?”

“Mmmm…what a nice idea.”

The blonde’s came off first, Gaara’s hands making quick work of the fastenings as Naruto lifted his hips so that both underwear and pants could be taken off and thrown to a corner. Then, tan hands fiddled with the dark pants, and Gaara stood so that the dark pants could be removed to reveal…

“Red silk boxers? My, my…we do have excellent taste for a demon, don’t we?” Naruto teased. Gaara blushed bright red.

“Shut up and find a better use for your mouth.” Came the growl.

He missed the grin that appeared as something Kyuubi suggested flashed through the fox boy’s mind.

“Well, if you insist.”

Pulling down both pants and boxers, Naruto nuzzled the flesh before him. Then, as Kyuubi had suggested, he took the redhead’s erection in his mouth. Unfortunately, Kyuubi forgot to mention anything about gagging.

“Are you alright?” A slightly panicked voice from above him asked.

“Everyone’s allowed to screw up the first time, right? Let me try that again.”

Gaara had to lock his knees to keep from falling as warm, wet heat surrounded him. This was…this was…this was so definitely worth it. Desert Sun, the kitsune may be hyperactive and loud, but he was definitely skilled with his tongue. No one could do deny that. Well, actually, plenty of others could. However, he couldn’t and if anyone else agreed with him he’d have to kill them. Painfully and slowly. And torture them a lot…just like Naruto was doing to him now.

He moaned and buried both hands in the soft blonde spikes, tugging gently at them. He just wanted this to go on for eternity. For the world to disappear and for nothing else to exist except for himself, Naruto, and Naruto’s incredibly gifted mouth. However, Shukaku was being annoying at the moment and telling him that if he wanted to try that other thing, he’d better stop this now.

Reluctantly, he pulled blonde off and up. Pulling the dazed fox boy in for a kiss, he could taste traces of himself and wondered why it was that that was just succeeding in making him even harder. Breaking the kiss, the redhead pushed Naruto back down to the blankets and then kicked off his own pants and boxers. Pausing briefly to dig around in the pockets of the pants, he knelt next to the blonde.

“What’s that?”

“Shukaku is a horny bastard and I raided your medicine cabinet.”

“Ointment?”

Gaara nodded and touched lightly between the blonde’s legs. Blue eyes went wide in realization. “Oh! Ummm…”

“It’ll hurt some…but Shukaku says it feels really, really good…and I’ll be careful.”
Naruto regarded him carefully for a long moment before smiling. “I trust you.”
The Sand nin blinked, and then leaned down to kiss him. Opening the small jar, he dipped a hand in and then brought it between the other’s legs. Teasing, he traced lightly over the blonde’s erection before reaching back to find that particular spot.
Naruto was fully into kissing the redhead above him when he felt something very odd. There was the warmth of Gaara’s hand and the coolness of the ointment, and slowly he felt something enter his body. It hurt, but it wasn’t pain that he couldn’t bear and he found that if he relaxed and concentrated on kissing and the other pale hand that was brushing over his seal and then erection, there was no pain at all.

Then it was gone. The kiss had ended and Gaara was currently busy watching him, when Naruto felt whatever it was return. Fingers, he realized. Two this time, thrusting in and out of him gently, as if they were searching for some…

“Oh great Hokages!”

Gaara smirked.

“I don’t know what you just hit, but you had so better…Ah!” He cried out, arching up and impaling himself on the digits.

The redhead whispered in his ear. “Like that?”

“Ah huh…”

“Want more?”

“Yes, please!”

“Lift your hips.”

Naruto, being a good little boy, lifted his hips. Gaara removed his hand, and the blonde pouted at him. The Sand nin chuckled. Naruto then found himself being filled with something other than fingers. It hurt, but he reached up and pulled Gaara down for a kiss, blocking the pain.

Little by little, the redhead fully sheathed himself within the blonde’s body. “Okay?”
Naruto had his eyes closed, but moved his hips in response.

Okay, so they were going to play it that way. Gaara grinned viciously before withdrawing most of the way and then slamming back into the fox boy’s body. Naruto cried out and arched his body under the other man’s.

A few more thrusts, and they found a pattern, taking and giving and clinging to each other like they were the only two souls left in the universe. Naruto had his arms and legs wrapped around the pale body above him, crying out when their mouths weren’t fused together. One ivory hand found its way to wrap around the blonde’s length, pumping in rhythm with their frenzied thrusts.

Suddenly, the world flashed white before Naruto’s eyes, his body arching stiffly off the blankets and spilling seed into the Sand nin’s hand. Feeling the already burning heat clench around him, Gaara came shortly later with a cry that was muffled against the blonde’s neck. He then lay limp on top of the other as they lay panting together in the moonlight.

Naruto brought their hands together and kissed the brow that lay on his chest, a mysterious sheen to his blue eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Same to you.”

“Why don’t you sleep for a few minutes? I’ll wake you.”

“Hmph. Trying to spoil me, aren’t you?”

“Someone needs to.”

Gaara froze and then raised his head and kissed the blond hard.
“Sand Gods, do I love you.”

And then it occurred to him what he had just said. Froze again, in terror this time, and hardly dare to move for fear that he may have just lost everything he had gained. Naruto blinked several times, the odd sheen in his eyes intensifying as a few tears made their ways down his whiskered cheeks.

“I…I think I might too. Love you, that is. So…you absolutely have to come back to us. I’ve been abandoned too many times. I don’t know if I can take it again. So…so…come back, no matter what.”

Gaara rested his head on the tanned chest. “Though Hell should bar the way.”

TBC(freakin hot::nosebleed::)