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iantoyawrites · 3 years ago

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Commission for @iantoya for Gaara X Urashiki with an unexpected visit after one of their fights <3 Thank you so much for this commission. It was interesting to write this pairing, and to do all the research I did for Urashiki (who I have never interacted with before this fic). It was a wild ride and I enjoyed every minute of writing it <3

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Cool night air brushes against his face. High in the sky, the moon hovers, watching down on the earth as it always has. Playing guardian to a world full of helpless people. Just a few days ago Gaara thought that the best protection that the earth had was here. He had firmly believed that the danger his world faced was over.

How wrong he’d been.

“You can’t let it get to you. We’ll figure out how to beat them.” Kankuro tried to offer support, but Gaara pulled away. Closed his brother out for the first time since they were children, determined to work through this issue on his own.

The wind blew through his hair, shifting that carefully sculpted style he had worked so hard to repair and returning it to its basic form. Unkempt, free to dance against his forehead to the wind’s tune. “Is this really what it has come to?” His words fly out into the empty air. No ears to hear them. No mouth to respond to them. A private question between himself and the night. “Have we finally found an enemy that we can’t beat?”

The battle hadn’t even been fair. Although Chojuro and he had stood their ground, defending themselves from the attacker, it felt more like a one-sided dance. Every move the Otsutsuki made they would have to guard against. There was little room for them to attack, and even when they did it failed to work.

Still, they stood their ground. Both of them were ready and willing to give their lives if need be to protect their world. To guard those who were unable to guard themselves.

“I’m sure if Naruto was here…” Shaking the thought out of his head he sighs. It isn’t Naruto’s job to protect them. As the Kazekage he has promised to keep his village and the people he cared about safe. To rely on someone who has their own village and child to protect is both unreasonable and pathetic.

Naruto cannot always be there to save him. Yet, at times like this, he wishes his friend was here. Perhaps then the Otsutsuki would have retreated sooner. At the very least the fight would have felt less one-sided.

“The next time they attack, we’ll have to be prepared.” When the next attack will be they didn’t know. The Otsutsuki have already proven to be rather unpredictable, which means they have to be on high alert at all times. “I can’t allow him to escape again.”

“You can’t allow it?” A voice speaks behind him, laughing when Gaara’s sand comes up to defend him only to strike at nothing but empty air. “Who’s to say you have a choice?” Although there is no one behind him, Gaara can sense a presence nearby. A companion in his solitude who is both unexpected and unwelcome.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is calm, but there is fear bubbling inside of him. Earlier he had faced off against the Otsutsuki with Chojuro at his side. Now, he is alone. Kankuro is in bed, Temari lives in Konoha, and although Baki is a talented shinobi he isn’t on the same level as a Kage.

A Kage who has, frankly, not done all that well in the battle, to begin with.

“Ah, do you not take visitors at this hour?” Straining his eyes, Gaara clenches his teeth when he sees the outline of the Otsutsuki’s portal in the night sky. Although it was an easy thing to see during the day, it blends into the night sky. “I’d apologize, but let’s be honest”—a frame appears suddenly. Blinding white clothes and skin shining like a beacon against the black sky. One second he is hovering in the air, looking down on Gaara, the next, he is directly in front of him. A twisted smile on his face and a white hand reaching out towards him—“there’s little you can do to stop me.”

Gaara steps back, avoiding that hand stretched out towards him. “It’s rather rude to attack during the nighttime,” he states, eyes glued on the hand now hovering between them. “If I battle you here I’ll end up waking the villagers from their slumber.”

That smile twists a bit more, a cruel expression setting into the man’s eyes. “Fight?” he asks in an innocent tone that contradicts his facial expression. “Why do you think I’m here to fight?”

A ridiculous question. All the Otsutsuki have wanted to do since their arrival is fight. Their only goal is to collect the tailed beasts’ chakra, specifically the nine tails. If there is anything else that they enjoy doing, Gaara isn’t aware of it.

“If you’re not here to fight…” His eyes travel down his opponent’s body, stopping at his hand. Still stretched out towards him it hovers there. Not reaching further, but not retracting either. A constant presence in his space that’s both dangerous and non-threatening at the same time. “Then why are you here?”

“So many questions.” Closing his hand, he extends a finger toward Gaara. “Fine, I’ll answer your question if you answer mine.”

At this moment, faced against an opponent who is rather dull-witted at times but still incredibly strong compared to him, all Gaara can do is stand there and wait. If he attempts a fight his village will be in danger because of his rash judgment.

There is a time for fighting and a time for entertaining. Right now is the latter.

“Alright then,” he agrees, keeping his eyes on the hand now pointing at him. “What is your question?”

The smile drops off his guest’s face and his eyes widen with surprise. As if he wasn’t expecting Gaara to accept his terms. “You”—he tsks, giving his head a shake—“mortals. I thought you were rather dull creatures. Incapable of keeping up with the power of the Otsutsuki clan. It appears I was only partially right.”

“Dull? That’s an interesting phrase to hear from you,” Gaara fires back. “Are you bitter that I caught you off guard in our battle?”

The jab hits its mark. With a scowl on his face, Gaara’s opponent lifts his hand and pokes his forehead, right where the word ‘Love’ is tattooed into his skin.

“Why does it say that?” he asks, delivering a question Gaara has not prepared himself for. “Why does it say ‘Love’? That’s not the name the other mortal used for you.”

Gaara raises an eyebrow. “Name? Why would it be my name?” he responds with a question of his own.

His opponent huffs. “What else would you put on your skin?” he fires back with another question. “If you are going to put something on your skin, why not put your name so your opponents know whose hands they will meet their end to? Though, I guess that’s pointless for a mortal like you.” Retracting his hand he sneered down at Gaara. “A mortal like you could never beat someone in battle. You’re so tiny and pathetic.”

Tiny and pathetic. That was not how most people would describe Gaara. Terms he was far more used to hearing were ‘monster’ and ‘murderer’, though those words hadn’t been used against him since the Fourth Great Shinobi War.

“For someone so tiny and pathetic, I seem to have dealt a rather painful blow to you earlier.” He keeps his voice calm, but there is a spike of pride in his own heart when his opponent grimaces at the reminder. “You escaped of course, but you also ran away rather quickly.”

“I did not run away!” his opponent snaps. “I made a tactical retreat.”

“That’s a fancy way of saying ‘running away’.” Gaara wouldn’t usually taunt his opponent. It’s something he has never found an interest in and left to others, but in moments like this, he can see the appeal. The way the man’s eyes narrow in anger. The visible clench of his teeth as he bites back a retort that might earn him another painful reminder of his failure to defeat Gaara and Chojuro as easily as he would have wished.

It’s rather exciting to see. Gaara might not be able to beat him in a battle if it comes down to it, but he has the comfort of knowing he outclasses his opponent in a match of wits.

“You—“ Stepping forward, he looms over Gaara. Staring down at him with angry white eyes. “I could crush you.”

“But you haven’t,” Gaara argues. “So, it’s my turn to ask my question. That was our deal was it not?”

Those cold, angry eyes glare at him. Burrowing into his soul as he stands there waiting. Then, as if there had been no anger at all, his opponent laughs. “Fine,” he agrees. “You can ask your question, mortal.”

Gaara doesn’t dwell on the fact that he never actually answered the man’s question. There are too many questions he has. So many holes in the information he has, and a small window of opportunity to fill them.

“Why are you here?” He scolds himself for wasting his opportunity to gather intel in favour of such a ridiculous question, but he can’t help but ask. If there’s something of gain for the enemy here he needs to know so that he can protect it.

“Ah!” The man’s face lights up. “An interesting question. I have nothing to gain here, no tactical plans. If you’re worried that I might attack your puny village for something you may relax. I have no desire to fight tonight.”

There’s too much excitement in his voice for Gaara’s comfort.

“If you’re not here to fight, then why are you here?” Gaara questions, frowning when the man holds up a hand.

“You get two questions but you still haven’t answered the question I posed to you?” Leaning in, he hovers just in front of Gaara’s face. Close enough that Gaara can feel his breath against his face. “How is that fair, mortal?”

“I didn’t realize we were playing by the rules this time,” Gaara admits. “I apologize. What was your question again?”

Feigning ignorance earns him a rather unimpressed glare, but it’s a look that doesn’t linger for long. Dismissing the emotion rather quickly, his visitor smirks. “This.” He points back at the tattoo on Gaara’s forehead. “Why is the word ‘Love’ written there? If you’re not going to put your name there for your enemies to see, why put love?”

It’s a question Gaara is all too familiar with. Kankuro had been the first to ask years ago when he changed the word on his forehead. Temari came next, her question demanding a clearer explanation than Kankuro’s. Naruto never asked about the change, but he had complimented Gaara on it, saying that ‘Love’ was a word that fit him a lot better than ‘hatred’.

“It’s the path I want to follow.” He sighs when his words are greeted with an unconvinced expression. “When I was young I allowed myself to fall into darkness and hatred. A friend was able to reach out and pull me from the path I was headed down, redirecting me to a better one. A path paved by love and friendship. I wear this tattoo to remind myself of that.”

The explanation is usually met with awe and wonder, but today the response that he receives is very different. Disgust. It’s the only word he can think of to describe the twisted look on the other man’s face.

“Love and friendship.” Tapping his finger against the tattoo, he growls. “What pathetic ideals. Though, I guess that’s to be expected with a mortal. Such puny creatures.” Even as he speaks down to Gaara, insulting the very ideal that has helped him push through some of his hardest struggles, he stays. Not moving away even an inch, hovering there directly in front of Gaara.

Gaara can’t help but wonder why.

“You said you have no desire to fight today,” he whispers, staring into angry white eyes. “So, why are you here? If your purpose is not to fight, then what is it?”

Silence lingers between them as his opponent debates the question, weighing it in his mind while continuing to hover directly in front of Gaara. Close enough to attack if the Kazekage so wishes, or to kiss.

He’s surprised by that second thought, but now that it’s in his mind he can’t stop returning to it. His eyes fall to the other man’s lips, watching them as they curl upwards into another cruel smile. It should be a warning. A wordless message for Gaara to step back and prepare himself for a fight.

He doesn’t.

Even when a hand reaches out towards him he continues to stand there. When fingers begin to curl into the front of his shirt, yanking him forward so he’s not just inches away from his opponent’s face, he simply stares. Waiting to see what will happen next.

“Mortals are so bland,” his opponent grumbles. “To think that I, Otsutsuki Urashiki, would be bested even for a second by someone so puny is insulting. I have powers you cannot even imagine.”

“So kill me,” Gaara dares him, keeping his calm disposition. “If I have insulted you so much, Urashiki—”

The words are stolen from his mouth. Whisked away in an instance when Urashiki slams his lips against Gaara’s in a hot, heavy kiss. It’s sloppy and awkward; there’s a demand for dominance on Urashiki’s side that Gaara doesn’t fight against.

It’s nothing like the kisses Gaara has read about in stories. There are no tender face touches or feelings of fireworks going off in his heart. This is the kiss of an enemy. Someone who just days ago would have killed him if given the opportunity.

A being so powerful that Gaara barely registers on his map.

It’s not the type of kiss that he expects to be his first, yet it’s perfect. A kiss made just for him. With anger and force behind every little movement, demanding Gaara’s constant attention.

When Urashiki breaks the kiss, there’s a sense of loss in Gaara’s soul. His hand longs to reach out and pull Urashiki back, but he refrains. That’s not the game his opponent is playing.

Gaara isn’t an equal partner in a potential relationship, that much is clear.

“You,” Urashiki finally answers his question. “Such an interesting thing. No other mortal has piqued my interest quite like you, Love.”

“Love?” Gaara frowns.

“Well, it is the name you have etched here.” Tapping his finger against Gaara’s forehead, Urashiki gives him another cruel smile, but this time instead of fearing that expression, Gaara finds himself excited. As if he’s playing with a puzzle that has no definitive answer to it. One good move could earn him another kiss, while a wrong move could get him killed. “If you don’t want people calling you that, don’t wear it on your forehead, Love.”

Gaara has had a lot of nicknames in his life, most of them cruel words spit from angry mouths. This one is new and interesting. To be called such a soft word by someone who would gladly destroy him, his village, and his world if given permission.

He’s not sure why any of this is thrilling to him, but it is.

He wants more.

“I’ll be back.” A finger hooks under his chin, tilting his head upwards as Urashiki begins to float back towards his portal. “Keep yourself alive while I’m gone, Love.”

An order.

The dynamic is set. Gaara is the prey and Urashiki is the predator.

Urashiki is having fun with him. Enjoying the mortal that dared to outsmart him in battle. It’s a strange dynamic. One Gaara has read about but never thought about entertaining in his own romantic life.

Of course, before today he had always thought he would take the role of ‘predator’ because of his past. The reputation he carved out for himself as a child left little room for anyone else to chase after him.

Now he finds himself in the opposite situation. The prey being circled while the predator licks its lips and thinks of the delicious dinner it’s going to have. He can’t help but smile. A small, excited smile that Urashiki catches a glimpse of just as he enters his portal.

“I’ll be back, Love,” his voice echoes from his escape, bleeding into the air around Gaara. A promise and a threat at the same time. “Do keep yourself alive while I’m gone.”

With that, the portal and Urashiki disappear, leaving Gaara standing alone once again. Nothing to keep him company except the stars in the sky and the lingering taste of Urashiki’s kiss.

#you did me so good #i love this so so much #uragaa #urashiki x gaara #commission fic #dub-con #kissing #gaara secretly likes it #cause he be like that #the only problem is i am greedy and want more!#thank you!!

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