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“The pipes would need to route through here—” the Mizukage’s aid indicates on the map, tracing a path that cuts through the Land of Fire en route to the Land of Wind, “—by connecting to Konoha’s stores here. With the Hokage’s cooperation, we could easily supply Suna with additional water stores.”
Gaara nods once, pleased with the proposal. He inclines his head toward his right where Naruto sits, his loosely curled fist resting in front of his chin as he thinks.
“Well, Hokage-sama?” he prompts quietly. Their allyship has been strong in the year since Naruto obtained his seat. He has no reason to believe this infrastructure would be a concern, especially in the name of goodwill and peace between the villages—
Naruto stands suddenly, hands pressed to the table as he stares at the map centered between the five Kage. With an uncharacteristically heavy sigh, he pushes off from the surface, wandering over to the window of the meeting room with his arms crossed.
“I don’t know,” he says finally. Gaara can see the furrow of his brow reflected in the window. In his periphery, the other Kage exchange silent looks of confusion.
“Naruto, I thought we—” the Hokage’s aid whispers urgently, rushing to his side, but Naruto waves him away brusquely.
Gaara stiffens in his seat, eyes narrowing at the Hokage. “You have concerns?”
“Yeah,” Naruto says firmly. “I do.” He paces before the window, pinching his chin as he speaks. “If the pipes reveal the location of Konoha’s water stores, we’d be in big trouble. What if they get targeted by bad guys, y’know?”
A soft voice to Gaara’s left—the Tsuchikage—murmurs, “‘Bad guys’?”
“Does Konoha not have multiple water storage facilities?” Gaara asks, perturbed by the unexpected pushback.
“Well, yeah, but—” Naruto’s eyes flash toward Gaara then away. He fusses with the wrapping around his hand. “That one is for our trees.”
The Tsuchikage speaks up, echoing the very question on the tip of Gaara’s tongue: “Your trees.”
“Yeah!” Naruto replies loudly. “It seems risky y’know, what if we lose it all from an attack, and then our trees, I dunno. Die and lose their leaves? We’re the Village Hidden in the Leaves. How are we supposed to be one of the five great shinobi villages if we’re not hidden?”
“Hokage-sama.” Gaara stands, fingertips brushing the table as he keeps his posture strong. His shock has bled into a kind of distress he now knows how to handle, however upsetting it may be. “If we are not allies—”
“We are!” Naruto interrupts, sudden and earnest, before clearing his throat. “Kazekage-sama—” Gaara’s jittery nerves about the strange protest tilt ever-so-slightly into a fluttering sensation before Naruto continues, “I just think we need to talk about it more.”
The Raikage joins them in rising from his seat. “Perhaps a recess to give the Hokage some time to collect his thoughts?”
Naruto’s head whips over in his direction, eyes wide before he nods emphatically. “Yeah, great idea, Daru—er, Raikage-sama!”
The Hokage’s aid is quietly shooed away by Naruto after a tense, whispered exchange, and Gaara dismisses Temari and Kankuro as well, who exchange inscrutable expressions. He remains behind as the others filter out of the room. When the door clicks, he breathes deep and braces himself as he turns to confront his—
“It worked!” Naruto whispers softly, face bright as he blinds Gaara with his smile. “Wait a sec, I’m gonna lock the door.”
“...Naruto?”
Naruto rushes past in a blur, flipping the lock, then nearly bounds back to the Kage table where Gaara hasn’t moved from since standing moments ago, except to turn to follow the path he carves across the room. When Naruto reaches him, his grin curls slyly, and he sets a hand on the table, leaning into it as he encroaches in Gaara’s space.
Gaara feels incredibly warm and very confused.
“Kazekage-sama,” Naruto says, this time low in tone, and sending the fluttering in Gaara’s chest very quickly southward. “Did you want to speak with me?”
He means to respond, but Gaara finds his voice uncooperative for a moment. “What are you…?”
A brief frown flits over Naruto’s face. “Uuh, Gaara, don’t you remember?” he whispers just above whispering volume. “You know, Gaara.” The frown turns into a pout.
Gaara does not, in fact, know. Nor does he remember what his boyfriend might possibly be referencing that would involve such a mortifying display of misalignment between their countries at the Kage Summit.
“You’re going to need to be more specific, Naruto.”
Acting as if Gaara has cut him off at an all-you-can-eat ramen buffet, Naruto wilts in place, shoulders and head drooping so much that the hair atop his head tickles beneath Gaara’s nose. He huffs, then his head shoots up, barely missing Gaara’s chin, meeting the Kazekage’s eyes with a spark.
“Remember a while ago when we were trying new stuff and you let me suck on your toe—”
Gaara’s hand shoots up to cover Naruto’s mouth at the volume his determination projects his voice. His face burns, which can only mean his cheeks are tinted a faint pink at present.
“Yes,” he responds quietly, luring Naruto to match him before removing his hand. “I remember.”
“And after, we were talking about how sexy that was and we should try more new stuff, like wax play or using my Shadow Clones or—”
Gaara’s head feels like it’s spinning trying to catch up. “Naruto, I don’t… was I conscious? For this conversation?” He would remember Naruto offering to use his Forbidden Jutsu in such a way.
He would remember.
“Yeah, you made this kind of,” Naruto twists his lips and closes his eyes, making a soft mumbling noise, “‘Mhn, ‘s nice.’ You were so excited!”
Gaara sighs. He was well and fucked into their mattress at the time is what he was.
“So which of these… ideas… did you feel necessary to try here. Now. At the Five Kage Summit?”
The grin that steals across Naruto’s face is a dangerous one. Gaara’s heart leaps in his chest.
“You told me before that you like when I call you Kazekage.” Clearly emboldened, he sets his hands on Gaara’s hips, guiding them forward. “And I was thinkin’ it’d be hot to do somethin’ where we could be caught. And well,” he uses his chin to gesture to the room around them, “here we are.”
However much Gaara wishes he could deny it, Naruto isn't wrong. His palms burn where they rest on his hips, so much that he can trace the methodical soothing stroke of Naruto’s thumb over his hipbone. He’s rendered speechless, torn between the responsibilities he holds as a Hidden Village leader and the arousal blooming where he and Naruto stand connected at the hips.
“What do you say, Kazekage-sama,” Naruto says quietly, eerily composed in a way that stokes the fire inside Gaara. “Do we have a deal?”
Like sand in the wind, Gaara’s resolve is blown away.
“Hurry,” he exhales, releasing a breath that he’s been tensely holding in reserve.
“Really?” Naruto says, far too loudly. Gaara can only hope it creates a charade for the others that their discussion behind closed doors is ongoing. Still, he levels Naruto with a flat stare that he at least has the sense to look chagrined by. “Right, right! Okay,” he tries to whisper, leaning to meet Gaara for a kiss.
The energy in the room shifts as buckles unclasp and clothes shift messily without supervision—Gaara’s eyes slip shut the moment their lips meet. He slides his hands up Naruto’s chest, curling his fingers into the fabric of his shirt to draw him closer while Naruto pulls their hips flush, knocking his rear back into the table behind him.
“Gaara—” Naruto huffs along his cheek, dipping down to press his lips against his neck. Teeth scrape over the skin there, drawing a gasp from Gaara, and he buries his fingers in Naruto’s hair to direct his affections. “Mnh. Can I—”
“Yes,” Gaara agrees blindly, wholly invested in the hand slipping beneath his waistband. “Please.”
In short order, their pants are pushed down around their thighs, and Naruto is wrapping his hand around both of their lengths. The heat of Naruto’s cock against his and silky glide of their skin as his hand begins to move is overwhelming, but he can’t keep himself from staring down at the top of Naruto’s fist as he squeezes their leaking tips together. It’s not until a hand slides over his mouth, that Gaara realizes the pitchy sounds that were beginning to fill the room were from him.
“Gotta stay quiet, okay?” Naruto whispers, twisting his wrist in a way that makes Gaara’s eyelids flutter. “We won’t get to finish if someone walks in—” Gaara’s eyes roll back and his breath catches in his throat, only an aborted puff of hot air lingering between his lips and Naruto’s palm. “Woah, you really like this, don’tcha, Gaara?” he marvels.
More than he ever thought he could. Swirling in his gut now is a scorching streak akin to shame that does nothing to abate the familiar heat of arousal that Naruto’s touch always brings. Instead, it’s amplified. The thought of his behavior bringing dishonor to his village after all he’s done to earn their trust makes him squirm in Naruto’s grasp, not from humiliation of wrongdoing—nothing he does with Naruto ever feels wrong—but from the impropriety of the other Kage, of his whole village becoming privy to the intimacy of moments like this that he and Naruto share.
He grasps at Naruto’s wrist, dragging his hand from his mouth and clutching it in a vice grip against his chest. His voice is ragged when he speaks. “I need you, Naruto.”
He stares at the bright blue of his eyes, how wide they are as they see him. Naruto has always seen him. Those eyes have never not been full of compassion and understanding. It grounds Gaara, braces him in moments of distress.
And now, it seems that sense of safety fuels a different kind of fire. So what if their private moment is uncovered? The Summit concludes early? He is reprimanded by the village elders? The village appoints a new Kage to take his place? Gaara finds he cares little for the consequences when at the end of it all, he will still have Naruto. They will still care for each other and protect their people.
That’s who Naruto is, and who Naruto taught him to be.
Besides, he smiles, thinking to himself. It would be nice to be a civilian alongside Naruto someday. He’d like to garden, and the climate of the Leaf is particularly suited for it.
Like the shame that’s been burning through him has been unleashed—no longer an obstacle to navigate, but an erotic feature of this sexual experience—Gaara presses every inch of himself up against Naruto’s front.
“Closer, Hokage-sama.”
Naruto’s face turns pink, but Gaara only has a moment to appreciate it. He’s spun around, his thighs digging into the edge of the table while his hands land on top of it to steady himself. His back warms as Naruto drapes himself over it, tall enough to tuck his chin over Gaara’s shoulder while an arm wraps around his waist to tug him closer, like puzzle pieces slotting into place.
“That was playing dirty,” Naruto grits out. He sounds a touch breathless. “You didn’t tell me it feels like—I didn’t know you could—” Words continue to fail him, so he seems to settle for, “You sound so sexy, it’s so not fair we can’t go all the way right now!”
Gaara cants his hips back, grinding them against the erection that’s made its home against the crease of his ass. He nudges his feet apart and glances at Naruto out of the corner of his eye, the smallest quirk of his lip crinkling his eyes. “You’re not backing down, are you, Hokage-sama?”
“No way,” Naruto says firmly. His brows furrow in determination, and that too licks a fire up Gaara’s spine to see. Naruto pulls back only enough to adjust his cock, slotting it into the space between Gaara’s thighs before he’s pinned back-to-front again. His balls rest on the top of Naruto’s length, and the tip of it brushes the base of his own erection. He tightens his muscles in anticipation, drawing a satisfying hiss from Naruto in the process.
“Brace yourself, Kazekage-sama.”
Sweat slicks their skin from their fully clothed heavy petting, and Gaara doesn’t expect much from the drag of Naruto’s dick between his thighs, but maybe he should have. His cock twitches from the first thrust, skin alight with sensitivity and the heat of Naruto pressed so tightly against him. As Naruto’s hips connect with his ass, his hole twitches with the memory of being sunk into despite being untouched, teasing him by dangling his desire just within reach. Naruto sets a steady pace, one that Gaara must brace against the table to take. Each soft plap of his ass smacking against Naruto’s pelvis leaves him pushing back with more intensity, repeatedly meeting Naruto mid-thrust where they briefly connect before he’s jolted forward.
He’s dizzy from the stimulation within minutes, maybe seconds. His head hangs between his shoulders, hoping for reprieve, but he’s met with the sight firsthand: the shining tip of Naruto’s cock peeking from between his thighs, sliding away only to reappear a moment later. Gaara watches his cock bob uselessly with every thrust, threatening to leak his arousal on the table beneath him. His balls shift to the side as Naruto bullies his way back through, dragging along the underside of his cock in a faint, but heated, teasing touch.
A low moan leaks from his throat. He’s yanked upright, held tight at the waist while Naruto continues to thrust. Another arm crosses over his chest, and a hand covers his mouth to stifle the noises threatening to escape.
“Shh. Hang in there,” Naruto urges. “Almost…just a little more…” He reaches for Gaara’s dick, and the touch sends his head thudding back against Naruto’s shoulder at the same time his thighs cinch tight. A whine is muffled against Gaara’s shoulder, accompanied with teeth.
The push and pull between his legs and around his cock, Naruto panting hotly into his shoulder as he bites it while Gaara’s own hiccuping breaths are caught in his throat alongside his quiet moans, the reminder that the thin veil of privacy they have could shatter at any moment—
Gaara releases in a white-hot rush, only faintly aware of a pulsing between his legs seconds later.
“That was the hottest sex ever,” Naruto sighs as the waves of pleasure ebb, leaving Gaara twitching in Naruto’s loosened grasp. “I knew it would be, but when you called me Hokage, I was totally like… woah. I get it now, you know? And even though we still had clothes on, when you bent over, I was like…”
Gaara hums in agreement, rolling his head forward to assess the damage as Naruto rambles his postcoital thoughts. The map on the table is splattered with their combined spend. Dollops dot the villages and smear the ink outlining the proposed paths of infrastructure.
Naruto’s hands drift away, holding Gaara by the hips as he eases his own back. He laughs nervously, clumsily tucking himself back into his pants and resetting his clothes as Gaara glances back, holding his tongue at the expression he finds. “Ehehe… oops… Uhhh, I’ll ask Shikamaru if he has a copy of the map.”
Gaara straightens out his own appearance. “I think that would be wise,” he says with a humored tilt in his lips. His sand slips from his gourd resting in the corner of the room where his siblings stood, and the grains begin to lift and curl the edges of the map to roll it, and their mess, out of sight. “A quick approval might help move the rest of the Summit toward an early release, wouldn’t you agree?”
Naruto snickers, waving a limp hand through the air. “Good one, Gaara. Yeah, yeah, I never actually wanted to give you grief about the water project thing, but I saw my chance and I couldn’t pass it up, ya know?”
The sand carts the map away, tucking it into the gourd where the sand slips into the gaps of rolled up paper. Gaara shivers privately as he senses the it sticking after running through the ejaculate staining the map. He sifts the clumping grains away from the map, leaving it to dry, gathering them together until it’s impossible to determine whose release the grains are soaked in.
“That’s reassuring,” he says absently. His mouth is dry and his mind whirls with ideas. “Perhaps if the Summit concludes early enough, there will be time for us to discuss… other opportunities.”
Naruto’s face scrunches, and Gaara knows his intent has sailed over his head. “You want to do more work? I mean,” he rushes to correct himself. “Yeah, you know I’m always down to help out you and the Sand, Gaara, it’s just that—we deserve a break too, y’know?”
“We do,” Gaara agrees. He steps closer, the corners of his eyes wrinkling from the smile he works to contain. “Naruto, I meant that if there’s enough time after the Summit, we can try some of your other ideas before returning home. You mentioned Shadow Clones…?” He lets his voice lift with a tiny smirk.
Naruto’s face turns red, his expression slack-jawed as his brain works to catch up to Gaara. Unfortunately for him, a knock sounds at the door.
Gaara’s sand flips the lock to let the rest of the Kage and advisors re-enter the room. He’s motivated to fly through the rest of the agenda, and judging by the expression on Naruto’s face, Konoha and Suna are set to be fully aligned for the remainder of the Summit.