A/N: if I'm not laughing while writing smut, is it truly smut? 🤔 Anyways, early Holiday gift: smut. Enjoy.

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"Intimate?" Sai repeats as he gazes up from his painting. Gaara's eyes stare blankly back at him. For only a moment, he casts his eyes downward. "Like, you want to have sex?"

"I'd enjoy sex, but I know I feel some sort of attraction to you. I don't question my emotions, I act on them," Gaara replies, a playful smirk teasing the ends of his lips.

Sai chuckles and continues painting. It never occurred to Sai that someone out there might be sexually attracted to him as well as emotionally. So he brushes off the comment as easily as the paintbrush in his hands makes a colorful stroke. "You're just horny."

Gaara places a hand on his chest, feigning offense. "I can't believe you would disregard my feelings for you like that! I think you owe me an apology."

"An apology?" Sai scoffs, feigning offense as well. "I owe you nothing! It's not my fault your feelings are fragile!"

Gaara winces. "Ouch. Never been called fragile before."

Sai smiles, dropping his paintbrush into his regularly used paint cup. "Well then, mark it down as a first."

Gaara smirks, leaning closer to Sai until their lips were inches apart. There's something there. A spark as most cliches would say. But there's something more. More explosive than just a measly spark. They worked well together, biting at each other back and forth, never actually causing harm but building up some sort of palpable tension.

Their breath mingles together, and a warm air spreads across Sai's face.

"You want to kiss me, don't you?" Sai mumbles, peering at the wildness swirling in Gaara's eyes.

"I'd love nothing more," Gaara replies. "But only if you consent."

There's a pause, and that mentioned tension between them grows with fervor. It pulses in their body, squirming and twisting within them. Sai wants nothing more than to be spoiled by Gaara. He wants Gaara to be sweet on him, kiss and touch him gently, then be pounded by his massive dick.

As silly as it seems, Sai wants to be Gaara's boyfriend. To receive the affection he longed for, that he waited for, only for it to be teased along on a fish hook, always out of his reach.

"Only," Sai pauses and bites his lip. His eyes dart away from Gaara's face to peer at his paint-stained hands. "Uh, only."

He hesitates again, and although the blood is rushing down south, he can't bring himself to touch Gaara.

"Only?" Gaara repeats, waiting for the sentence to finish.

His eyes wander back to the untamed green pools. They hold lust, that much he can see, but it contains something else. Something akin to the feeling that Sai feels so deeply in his soul. To love and be loved.

"Only if you're gentle, and only if you really, truly like me!" Sai finally says. "I refuse to have a meaningless relationship."

With one quick swipe, Gaara pushes away all the art supplies situated in front of Sai. His lips finally smack against Sai's, and it feels good to finally receive affection. Gaara pulls away and caresses Sai's pale cheek.

He mutters a simple word. "Deal."

...

Itachi cracks his eyes open to the sound of his phone buzzing. It rattles and vibrates on the wooden surface of his nightstand. He lifts his hand, searching for his phone with his fingertips until he touches cold plastic. He snatches it off his nightstand and sits up.

The bright screen blinds him, and while pulling the phone back, his thumb skins over the green button, answering it accidentally.

"Hello?" A soft voice rings out from the receiver. Itachi knows that voice, and he puts the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" The voice says again. "Itachi?"

Sasuke? Itachi thinks, and he bites his lip. His body shakes from excitement and nervousness. His little brother is talking to him. After so many years, Sasuke's finally talking to him!

"Dammit! Another wrong number," Sasuke grumbles.

"No, no! It's me!" The words shoot from his mouth once he realizes he must speak to keep Sasuke on the phone. "It's me. I just woke up."

The woman next to Itachi throws her arm around his waist and drawls, "Come back to bed, Ita."

"What do you need?" Itachi asks Sasuke, desperate to keep his brother talking. His hand smooths over the woman's cheek, lulling her back to sleep.

"Can we meet up?"

Itachi's happiness soars, and he nods. "Yes! Yes, of course. Is there something wrong? Did you need help? Did you... Did you need me to bail you out again?"

Sasuke dodges every question. "Just meet me at Ichiraku's diner, we can have dinner or whatever."

Itachi couldn't have put his clothes on fast enough. As he pulls up his pants, he says, "Yeah, yeah yeah! I'll see you there."

The phonecall goes dead without a goodbye from either one of them.

...

"G-Gaara!" Sai gasps. Gaara leaves hickeys across Sai's white skin. He squirms beneath Gaara, knocking over paint and brushes, but careful enough not to make a mess of his artwork.

"Your body is so sensitive," Gaara purrs, taking the last article of clothing off of Sai. "You move at every touch, how cute."

Sai, who's already blushing, turns pinker. "Shut it!"

Gaara chuckles and turns to Sasuke's mattress to find the bottle of lube he stashes beneath it. He pulls it out, pouring the cold liquid on his fingers.

"Now, you're gonna have to relax," Gaara coos, his fingers nearing Sai's exit only. Sai's fingers twitch as if he wants to reach out and grab Gaara's hands. Within seconds, he feels a cold digit press against his anus. He focuses on relaxing his muscles rather than if it'll hurt or not.

At first, it feels invasive. No pleasure, no pain—thank goodness—just a cold finger up his butt.

"Is it okay?" Gaara asks while peppering Sai's jaw with kisses.

"Yes, a little underwhelming," Sai mutters.

Gaara smirks and pumps one long finger in and out of Sai. It's a numb type of pleasure, nothing too intense, but pleasurable nonetheless. A sigh leaves his lips. He allows his body to relax, focusing only on the thrill of it all.

With one finger sliding in and out, Gaara takes hold of Sai's penis, beginning an even slower stroking pace. Sai's dick feels hot in Gaara's hand, warming his palm. He mutters something about how he usually doesn't suck dick as he guides his mouth over the tip.

A hot white sensation jolts through Sai's body. Gaara's warm mouth encases Sai, his tongue curling around it as best as he could. Every nerve in Sai's penis lights up, shooting bliss straight to his head. The pleasure is numbing, muddying up every thought.

A breathy moan slips form Sai's lips.

At first, the pleasure builds slowly. That numb feeling takes over his body, making his muscles tense and relax. Then, something amazing happens.

His prostate. Touched gently by the tip of Gaara's finger. His hips buck into the feeling, another moan escaping his throat.

"Again," Sai breathes. His eyes flicker to Gaara, and they lock glances. The sight of the all scary and all-mighty Gaara with a dick in his mouth is nearly enough for Sai to come. The wild look in his eyes is the same as before. Swirling with lust and something akin to affection, but it's his own twisted affection.

Gaara adds another finger, and it slips in easily thanks to the lube. It wiggles, stretches, and toys with Sai's anus, trying to prepare it for something bigger. The more Gaara's fingers work, the more Sai moans. 

The warmth on his dick, the fingers curling in his ass; it's all too much.

The fingers curl, rolling around Sai's prostate. Gaara deepthroats his dick, pushing pass the gag the squeezes his throat and tightens his abdominals. The sudden tightness around the head of Sai's penis boosts his ego.

"A-Ah!" Sai moans out. His breathing quickens. The shock and ripples of pleasure start at the soles of his feet, tingling up his legs, making his toes curl. "You look so hot with my cock in your mouth."

Gaara glares, purposely pressing hard into his prostate. Sai cries Gaara's name, his body tensing up from the forceful pleasure. By now, he's teetering on edge, and now he's being vocal, not caring if others can hear him.

"Nghn! Gaara!" Sai pants, his shoulders tensing. His fingers scraped against the floorboards, trying to hold on to something since he knows this orgasm will rock his world, especially when Gaara is so rough. "I'm close!"

Gaara pops off of Sai's dick, his hot breath sending torrents of bliss through his shaft. "Fuck, I'm getting lockjaw, you bitch."

Sai scowls, but it doesn't look too threatening with his face flushing pink. "It's not my fault you suck at sucking-"

Gaara adds another digit, cutting him off. Three fingers, curling around and milking that pleasure spot.

A breath hitches in Sai's throat, and he can barely cough out a moan. Instead, he throws back his head. Gaara smirks, loving how quiet Sai suddenly became. "You were saying, brat?"

Sai hums, biting his lip and closing his eyes. Before, he couldn't feel a stretch, just cold fingers in his bum, but now, with three fingers, a whole buttload of pleasure surges through him.

Gaara separates his fingers, watching Sai's eyes flutter open. He enjoys the sounds Sai makes, muttering his name and sighing.

"I'm wondering," Gaara starts, his voice low and dangerous. It sends a tremble through Sai's body. Never would he have thought a voice would make him want to come. "Does my Little Brat deserve to come?"

While speaking these words, Gaara extracts his fingers with such an agonizing pace.

Sai, processing the words Gaara said, grabs his newfound Dom's wrist, the look of terror in his eyes. "Please, no! I-I deserve it."

"Then show me."

...

Sasuke sits in a booth, his hands folded under his chin. He waits for his brother with knitted eyebrows.

Damn that, Naruto. Sasuke ruminates. If it weren't for that idiot, I wouldn't be here. Itachi is the last person I want to see.

At that moment, Itachi walks through the door, the bell atop the doorway jingles as he pushed open the door. Sasuke watches Itachi scan the area, his dark eyes squinting as his head swivels.

Before Sasuke can raise his hand or shout to his older brother, Itachi spots him, his face lighting up. A smile spreads across Itachi's face, the happiness spilling from his expression. Sasuke tries to keep his face neutral, but the never-ending hatred for his brother pulls his appearance into a scowl.

Itachi slides into the booth across from his younger brother, the smile ever-present.

"Hey! Did you order yet?" Itachi asks.

Allowing his brother to wallow in pleasantries, Sasuke replies with, "Not yet. I was waiting on you."

Itachi nods, and Sasuke wants to wipe that grin off his face.

I can't believe Naruto let you finger him. 

Sasuke spoke the sentence just as he thought it up.

Itachi's smile falters, his face growing bored of holding up a gorgeous smile for someone who'd never smile back at him. "Oh? So that's what this is about. Naruto."

Sasuke sneers, not liking how his brother sighs Naruto's name so dreamily. "You basta-"

"Yeah, I assumed you were," Itachi takes a breath, trying to find the right word without offending Sasuke any further. "Courting poor little Naruto. He kept complaining about how clingy you are and the like."

"Complaining?!"

Itachi, exasperated, sighs. Talking to Sasuke is like walking on hot nails, barefooted, in Hell.

"Talking! I meant talking!"

Itachi knows nothing he'll say will ever please Sasuke, and yet he's still trying.

"So you have been talking to him," Sasuke growls, his shoulders hunching as the stress of Itachi being around Naruto is too much to bear. Then he remembers what Naruto said. How he's supposed to be making up with his brother and how Itachi is one of his favorite people—to much of Sasuke's disgust.

His lips tremble, and his eyes search the polished wooden table for words. He lifts them to meet Itachi's similar black eyes and opens his mouth to speak.

"Let's eat first."

...

Sai did not expect his mouth to be completely and utterly stuffed with dick, but here he is with Gaara's beastly cock in his mouth.

It's his first time giving head, and despite talking big shit about needing a Dom and needing to be tamed, it's all just an act. Sai's a big fucking virgin. Gaara knows this, and he can't wait to turn Sai into a slut that only wants one thing: him.

But he must train him first.

"That's it," Gaara coos, guiding Sai's head up and down his length. "Just a bit more."

Sai gags, trying his best to breath with this big ass dick blocking his airways. His knees and jaw hurt, and tears blur his eyesight, the woes of sucking dick.

He tries the best he can. His virgin tongue laps at any and all precum that drips from the tip. He takes heed of Gaara's orders, running his tongue over the sensitive underside, stroking the base of Gaara's shaft, and as much as he dislikes the pain that comes with sucking dick, it's worth it.

Gaara's praise inflates his bratty ego. The color of Gaara's ears change to pink, and his eyes roll back before closing altogether, it's a sight to behold for Sai, and in all honesty, it turns him on even more.

"So good," Gaara breathes, pushing loose stands of Sai's black hair back. "I'm almost done."

His hips buck, pushing deeper into his little brat's throat. His demeanor is calm, but it takes all of Gaara's strength to not pulverize Sai's constricting throat. Sai gags again, squeezing the head of Gaara's dick unintentionally.

"Fuck," Gaara curses through clenched teeth. His head clouds over, and a shiver racks his body.

Sai hums, feeling a hot, thick liquid slid down his throat. The vibration sends bliss through Gaara's shaft, allowing him to ride through the pleasure.

After keeping Sai's head locked in place—he wants to make sure this brat swallows his entire load—he pulls his hair, guiding him off.

"Good boy," Gaara says, bringing Sai up to his feet. He holds his chin between his fingers and brings his lips toward Sai. Their lips meld together; tongues exploring one another with caution. Gaara pulls away with reluctance, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.

Pride swells in Gaara's chest when gazing upon a sweaty, teary-eyed, and blushing Sai. He caresses Sai cheek, wanting to pull him into another kiss.

"You've earned your reward."