Another commission from the incredibly talented IlitiaForever to accompany my fic/series What the Water Gave Us.

Gaara tugged on Chojuro's hand and led him back into the hallway. They left the crowded room unnoticed. Unlike the rest of the memory the hallway was dark and black now, save for a halo of white light around the Hokage office door. When they were a few paces away from the light Gaara shoved Chojuro back against the wall, almost invisible but very solid against the sword and sheath on his back. Chojuro gasped and his glasses and ear piece skewed slightly on his face. "Ouch, that was rough. What are you--!"

Gaara grabbed a fistful of the other man's smocked neck on his tunic and pulled their lips together, pulling Chojuro's face slightly down to meet his. After a few minutes he broke away, panting. "I said I've seen enough. I know what I want, duty be damned. I don't want to play it safe anymore. I don't want to wait anymore. We only have so much time."

There was a sense of urgency the next time their lips met. Chojuro's hands found the inside of Gaara's robes, unfastening zippers clumsily, trying to find his skin. He found his fishnet textured undershirt, stiff and wiry to the touch. Before he could do anything else with it Gaara hiked a leg up around Chojuro's thigh. The water nin grabbed the leg to stablize it and Gaara pushed off the ground with the other, wrapping his legs around Chojuro's hips and waist as Chojuro gripped tightly to his ass and leaned against the wall and his weapon uncomfortably for purchase. Gaara rolled his hips in his fitted pants, groaning at the sensation of the other man's hard sex flush against his buttocks.

"Hang on," Chojuro groaned, pushing himself off the wall while still holding the other. He spinned them both to press Gaara against it instead. Gaara gasped in surprise and he held himself against the wall by strengthening the hold he had on the other with his thighs.

Chojuro clasped a hand behind Gaara's head and gripped at the base of his scalp, illiciting a soft moan from the redhead. Chojuro buried his face in Gaara's neck, playfully alternating between kisses and sharp quick nips. Gaara was breathing in short rasps, trying to grind his hips but his position didn't allow him much contact. Chojuro got the hint and rocked their bodies against the wall, Gaara's hips ebbing and flowing at the mercy of Chojuro's movements.

"Gods, you're beautiful," Chojuro whispered against his ear. "This is way better than any fantasy I've had about you."

Gaara whimpered softly at that, reaching his arms more tightly around Chojuro's shoulders and neck. "Say that again."

happy neil banging out the tunes day!

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ngl I thought the puzzle piece as an autistic symbol meant like. I am a vital puzzle piece to your society. humans would never have invented half the things they did without us. you're telling me it means I'm missing something?? buddy. listen. listen to me reeeeaal closely. no human has all the pieces to humanity. no one. no one has all the features enables no one has all the strengths weaknesses or quirks. no one has a whole puzzle. we make the freaking complete picture together. that's the freaking point.

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