In the small village of Kageville, a lone teen wandered the maze of streets and buildings, trying to find his way to the small, albeit cozy, apartment that he was currently renting. His slightly spiked black hair danced in the light breeze. His cool, calm, and controlling gaze was set pointedly forward, concentrating on the cracked pavement that his feet made no sound against. A sigh escaped his lips.
"Where is that bloody apartment…?" he asked no one in particular. Just then, a sign caught his eye. "Uchiha Martial Arts," it said. The teen looked at the sign. He had taken martial arts before he moved here. His skill had earned him a black belt within a year and a few chances to throw his senseis across the dojo; which he took. The boy looked wistfully into the building's window. I should definitely be able to afford it, but I should focus on my studies, but then again school at the town's all-boy school doesn't start for another month… the boy mused to himself, Looks like it's open. I'll check it out and see if they could possibly give me directions to fourth street, he decided. He collected himself and opened the door to a tinkling of bells.
He was instantly welcomed by the yell of another boy that was not visible from the window. "Greetings, my youthful friend! Have you come here to continue in youthful ways or are you here for a lesson? I have not seen you here before; you must want to join our youthful dojo!" A boy wearing a green sweatsuit and sporting a bowl haircut – the teen raised his eyebrow, noting that the other boy's were extremely bushy.
"Easy Lee, don't scare the poor kid. How troublesome," a bored-looking youth muttered.
"I am sorry Shikamaru!" The kid identified as Lee said, well, yelled. Turning his attention back to the original boy, he said, "My name is Rock Lee. Can I ask yours?"
"Dante Fiero," Dante replied. "I am here to join this 'youthful' dojo." Dante looked at the peeling paint on the walls and the centuries old equipment.
"Excellent! You will need to fill out these forms." Lee handed a form and pencil to Dante.
"Lee, shut up!" Shikamaru yelled, rubbing his temples. Dante filled out his form until he came to the last question where you were to mark the box with the previous belt. Dante was a fourth degree black belt, but it was not listed, so he left it blank. Trying to avoid getting a headache, he handed the form to Shikamaru, who raised an eyebrow. "You never gained a belt before?"
"On the contrary, my belt is not listed. I am a fourth degree black."
Both boys at the counter gasped at him. Was he seriously? Shikamaru recovered first. "Moving on. You're seventeen?" Dante nodded. "Hey, are you attending Kage High this year?" Again, Dante nodded.
"So you're in the same grade as Shika here and I?" Lee asked in his obnoxiously loud voice.
"Yes."
"Well, we're having a special for one free month. So if you're interested, the next lesson is tomorrow at four. Can we expect you?" Shikamaru asked.
"You shall. By the way… which direction is Fourth Street?" Dante asked blankly. Lee pointed to the right and Dante nodded.
As Dante left, Shikamaru couldn't help but notice something about Dante, but he shook the thought away.
Dante couldn't wait for the next day at four, and it couldn't come fast enough. It wasn't long until he left at three, figuring he'd have to take time to find the place again, which didn't take more that five minutes. It was his curse. He never forgot… ANYTHING. So, he watched a class of youth kids until people started arriving. It was nearing 3:50 when a tall, red-haired kid with dark circles lining his green eyes walked in. The red-head glanced at Dante, who was staring at the boy's head, thinking he could see a symbol somewhere there, before heading to the changing room. Being bored with the class he was watching, he followed the guy into the room. It was nothing special, just a high school locker room without the cocky football players.
Dante changed into his outfit, waiting for either the Sensei or Lee or hopefully Shikamaru. Little did he know, the red-head was staring at him rather rudely. Soon enough, people started to show up, and much to Dante's annoyance, he heard a familiar, "Dante, my youthful friend!"
"Hello Lee," Dante muttered.
"Have you met many people your age here?" Without waiting for an answer, Lee grabbed Dante's wrist and lead him into the crowd. "Allow me to introduce my friends! This is Shikamaru, you know him." Dante nodded. "This is Kiba." Kiba took Dante's hand, and Dante couldn't help but notice the triangles on his face and his generally dog-like appearance. "This is Neji." Neji just nodded. "And this is Shino." A guy with a much too tall collar nodded. "Everyone, this is Dante Fiero."
"Hi everybody," Dante said while putting the names and faces to memory.
Just as Lee was going to speak again, a tall, black-haired man with red contacts (no magical powers here, just miraculous timing) came into the locker room and yelled, "Alright, everyone on the floor, now! Who's he new guy?" Dante raised his hand. "Welcome to Uchiha Dojo. I'm Itachi, your sensei. Now everyone out!"
As everybody was leaving the locker room, Lee's friends were talking. "He is… so hot! I mean, damn," Kiba stated to many mutterings of agreement. "I wonder if he knows. Shika, did you tell him?"
"No."
"Just wait 'til he finds out most of the boys here are gay. I call first dibs to convince him!" Kiba replied.
The class went by pretty uneventful. Dante thought it was a cakewalk but he didn't show it, hoping to "hussle" the sensei. In the locker room, Kiba said, "Let's all go out to dinner!" eliciting approval from everyone.
"I'd love to. However, I haven't any money," Dante stated gloomily.
"That's okay! We'll treat you, since you're new here!" Lee yelled.
"Well, I supposed I'll go then…"
"Awesome!" Kiba roared, putting an arm around Dante's shoulders. Dante gave Kiba a glare that would turn steam into ice – Kiba quickly retracted his arm. The red-head snickered as he watched the group.
"Onward to the diner!" Kiba shouted as he and the gang left.
The diner was nothing special, just your classic, cliché diner. Dante sat in a booth with his new friends. To his right, in order, were Kiba, Lee, and Neji. To his left were Shikamaru and Shino. Neji started the conversation with, "So Dante, what brings you to our town?"
"Family issues," Dante said, feeling lucky that he had prepared his answered.
Shikamaru, hearing the rather downtrodden Dante, changed the subject. "So, are you ready to start a new year at Kage High?" He opted to use the official name of the school instead of its nickname: Yaoi Regional.
"Depends on how you definte ready, but I suppose… yes," Dante replied, thankful for the change of subject.
"What classes are you taking?" asked Shino.
Dante hoped the questions wouldn't last too long, but answered nonetheless. "All AP."
Lee gasped. "Then I'll see you in many classes. Neji, Shino, and Gaara are also taking all AP."
"Gaara? Who's he?" Dante asked.
"Gaara was the guy with the red hair back at the dojo," Kiba said. "He's a real jerk sometimes."
They ate their dinners with some casual conversation that Dante half listened to. As he stood up to leave when everyone was done eating, Kiba asked, "Hey, what street you live on, Dante?"
"Fourth."
"Really? I live on Third. I'll walk home with you," Kiba said. Dante shrugged. Why not?
On the way home from the diner, Kiba and Dante exchanged small talk about the weather and things of that nature. During a brief description of an obnoxious gym teacher, Dante tripped on a crack in the pavement. Kiba, out of instinct, reached out and grabbed the back of Dante's belt to keep him from falling. "Thanks," Dante muttered, "you can let go now." Kiba just realized where his hand was and skillfully dropped his hand over Dante's firm buttocks, and back to his side.
Resisting the urge to punch Kiba, Dante eased his mind with the thought that it must have been an accident, therefore he let it slide. Kiba, on the other hand, played the touch over and over again in his head, relishing the smooth yet firm flesh hidden beneath the pants. He grinned wolfishly, and realizing that his intentions must remain "accidental", let the grin ass. Dante resolved that if it ever happened again, Kiba would receive a nice punch to the gut.
The following weeks went by fairly uneventful until the day before school started. Dante sat on a bench in front of the diner waiting for Kiba. He, Kiba, said that he would show Dante around town at the previous karate class. When a running Kiba came up the street, Dante was broken from his thoughts.
"Yo, man. Sorry I kept you waiting. My parents needed me to do something," said a panting and slightly perspiring Kiba while Dante cringed unnoticeably at the words "parents needed me."
"It's okay," murmured Dante. "Where are you taking me?"
"You know, around. Good places to eat, the school, park, things of that nature."
"Joy."
"Come on, let's go." Taking Dante by the hand, in a friendly way, Kiba dragged Dante off the bench. "First to the school, we don't need you getting lost on the first day." With that, the pair strode off down one of the many streets in Kageville until they reached a multistory building that spanned over a few blocks. It was an average high school with one defining characteristic: almost everyone there was gay. It being an all boy school, no one really bothered with it or was bothered by it. Most of the kids grew out of it in college. "This is the school."
"No dip. It looks a lot like my old school. I wonder how it will be different."
"You'll find out soon enough."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what I said," came the reply.
Kiba then proceeded to show some of the nicer eateries to Dante and then the park. The sat down on an old wooden bench and stared at the block's worth of grass and a few meager trees.
"Kiba?" Dante asked.
"Hmm?"
"Something here seems out of place. Is there something you're not telling me?"
"First answer this question, then I'll answer. Are you homophobic?"
Dante, a little taken aback, replied, "N-no."
"Good, because you'd be in for a shocker tomorrow," Kiba said easily.
"I-I think… I gotta go," Dante said hastily before setting off for home, which he now knew how to find.
Kiba, on the other hand, set off for the café, where the rest of his friends were gathered. As soon as Kiba entered, he was greeted by Lee, "How did your get together go?"
"Fine, keep it down," Kiba said because everyone in the café was looking at him.
"Did you find out whether he was gay or not?" Shikamaru asked, his own interests in mind.
"No, that kid's hard to crack," Kiba replied.
Gaara, who was sitting in the next table, listened to this, and his mental gears started turning.
Beep… Beep…Beep… Dante groaned and reached over to shut off the alarm clock. Today was the first day of school. Joy. He slowly got up and got dressed for school. He walked into the main room of his apartment and fixed himself a meager breakfast before using the bathroom and washing his teeth. Sighing, he picked up his messenger bag and set out to his first day of school, by himself.
On the walk, he caught sight of Kiba a little while away on the pavement. He was too far away to catch up to, which was fine by him. Kiba said he would discover something today. He had half of an idea since viewing some less-than-normal behavior in the locker room at the dojo – i.e. two guys making out, and the same pair feeling each other up. The thing was, Dante never before questioned his sexuality, but he couldn't help but feel something while viewing these events.
Before he knew it, Dante was walking up the front steps to the school. Empty, well that figures. Why am I always so early to everything? Dante mused to himself. He was always like this. The one time he wasn't early, well… His thoughts were interrupted as he walked into homeroom. There sat Gaara, the red-head who secretly watched him change. Dante found out after the first week, but kept quiet about it. It felt good having an admirer. Without warning, he suddenly felt extremely conscious about howhe loked. He was wearing his tight black shirt under his favorite black hoodie and skin tight, dark blue jeans. Not his best, but okay for school.
Since they were alone together, Dante sat in the seat next to Gaara and decided to introduce himself formally. "Hi, I'm… uh… Dante." For the first time in his life, Dante stuttered. He never stuttered. What's wrong with me? Dante asked himself.
"Hn." Gaara didn't even glance at him.
WTF? Is he ignoring me? I'm a freaking Fiero! No one ignores us. We're freaking studs! Normally Dante was very modest, but he was shocked at the moment. "So you're Gaara right?"
"Hn."
"Was that a yes or a no?"
Gaara resisted the urge to say yes and remained impassive. "Hn." He knew this would make Dante more interested in him, so the façade stayed.
"You're not being very talkative."
"Hn."
"Do you have a problem with me?"
With that, Gaara turned to Dante and looked him in the eyes. "No." Dante caught a glimpse at the symbol on Gaara's forehead. Love.
"Kiba was right. You are a jerk sometimes." Meanwhile, in his head, a new prospect jumped at him. Love. The only people her loved were…
"Yo Dante," Kiba brought him back from his thoughts.
"Hello Kiba," Dante said. Gaara went back to looking out the window. "So, who else is in this homeroom that I know?"
"Only Shikamaru."
"You said I would find out something today?" Gaara's eyes widened, this was no part of his plan. He needed to shield Dante from that for a while.
"Oh, you will. Be patient." Kiba stated. Gaara silently pledged to be near Dante at all times that day.
A few minutes passed by in silence as more people entered. Dante glanced at his watch before Shikamar rushed over to Dante.
"So, school… how troublesome," Shika said in his bored voice.
"Indeed. How troublesome." To everyone's surprise, it was Gaara. Hw never said anything. Everyone in earshot fell quiet, so he went back to his favorite pastime of window staring. Eventually, the room went back to being noisy before their teacher walked in.
"Hello class. Sorry that I'm late." The bell rang ten minutes ago. "I had to…" the rest of the man's sentence was drowned out by the room. "I'm your homeroom teacher, Kakashi." The man was interesting. He wore a scarf around his face. Odd. "Welcome to your senior year here at Kageville school…" again, the speech was drowned out. The bell rang, and a mass exodus ended their time in the classroom.
Dante walked with Kiba to make sure he didn't get lost, while Gaara walked closely behind to make sure to prevent the pair from going down that hallway. Fortunately, they were all going to the same Physics class. Little did Dante know, he and Gaara had every class together. Gaara knew this and he helped to use this fact to his advantage. In no time, they reached their destination. With a sigh of relief, Gaara returned to his thoughts. There was one last chance for the truth to come out.
Psycics was taught by a weird looking guy by the name of Orochimaru. He was just weird, no more to it. Both Gaara and Dante sat in the back; Dante looked forward, and Gaara looked at Dante, scheming. The period went by reasonably well. When the bell rang, Kiba spoke to Dante. "Look, Neji, Lee, and I all have art next, you don't. There's only one thing you need to know. Do not go down the 300 Hall!" to emphasize his point, he shook Dante by the shoulders. Dante raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, whatever Kiba." Dante brushed Kiba off and left the room. Gaara smirked. He knew Dante would now deliberately go down that hall. He sped up to Dante and followed him, down the corridor leading to the 300.
One more corner, Dante thought and froze as he turned into the infamous 300. The hall itself was pretty insignificant. It was poorly lit and didn't have any classrooms, just lockers.
In front of Dante lay a vast collection of boys holding others into fiere kisses or otherwise. Any yaoi fangirl would faint from loss of blood via nose. Every way Dante looked, a teen was molesting another's mouth, often touching other sensitive parts. Something deep inside Dante leaped in approval. Suddenly, an arm was placed on his shoulder. He turned. Gaara was smirking at Dante, taking in his every luscious curve. Then, the words that would change Dante's life forever, "Welcome to Yaoi Regional High."
The beast inside Dante leaped and temporarily took control of his mind. He spoke words foreign to him. "Well, I don't want to stick out, soo…" Dante trailed off.
"Wha…?" the rest of Gaara's question was drowned out by a kiss laid there unexpectedly. Green eyes widened as black eyes met his and soft lips touched his. Arms pushed Gaara against a locker, arms pinned and in a state of shock.
Dante, taking advantage of Gaara's stillness, took time to notice how soft Gaara's lips were. They were sweet, too. Instinctively, Dante like his tongue lick Gaara's lip, asking permission to enter. Gaara was taken aback. He was waiting for a moment like this for weeks, but he was supposed to be in control here. He kept his lips firmly closed. Gaara heard Dante whimper oh-so seductively. He almost considered allowing entrance, but he resolutely stood his ground. Little did the pair know, a small crowd was beginning to form in silence. Gaara… and who was this new, albeit hot, guy?
Dante was getting increasingly peeved that Gaara resisted. In desperation, he sun to a really low move. He moved his feet slightly to better suit his plan. Slowly, Dante began to rub his leg on Gaara's half-hard member. The crowd gasped at the guy's audacious move, on Gaara, the hardass of the school. Green eyes widened before gasping against Dante's smooth, delectable lips. Smiling against Gaara's lips, Dante slipped his tongue into the boy's moist cavern. The crowd, now most of the people in the hall, silently cheered Dante on. He slipped his tongue along each of Gaara's teeth, and the roof and insides of Gaara's sweet mouth.
If I were dead, this must be heaven! Gaara thought, allowing his eyes to close. Dante couldn't help but notice the intoxicating taste inside of Gaara's mouth. His metal map complete, Dante skillfully poked Gaara's tongue with his own. Let the fight for dominance begin.
They danced and pushed, tangled and knotted. Both of the boys taking in the other's touch and taste. Every time one had been pinned, he escaped. Pausing only for air, their appendages battled for nearly two minutes, during which half the school massed in a semicircle around the dueling duo, many of which supported nosebleeds.
After what seemed like an eternity, the pair broke apart, neither being able to assert their dominance. A thin string of saliva connected their lips. The crowd groaned in disappointment and went back to what they were doing before, except with bloodsoaked fronts.
The boys gave each other a hard look, then Dante muttered in Gaara's ear, "This isn't over yet," and gave the ear a slight nip. Gaara was amused but not surprised. He would never be surprised at what the gorgeous hunk would do again. Dante smirked at him before heading to his art class. Things were about to change.
Gaara, who realized his arousal was now in full view to the remaining crowd, quickly headed in pursuit of his black-haired dream. He hardly realized that a rare smile was playing on his lips.
Part on of Gaara's plan – check, although it was a lot sooner than expected. Next step – making sure he knew what he was getting into by pulling a move like that.
Dante walked along the hall, avoiding the awestruck stares of those around him, when suddenly, the full weight of what he just did hit him. He kissed a guy. He kissed Gaara. He kissed the most sought-after guy in this school and liked it.
What the hell did I just do? Dante asked himself. He was so deep in his thought that he nearly walked into the music room door. He sat down in the back of the class and stared into oblivious, not bothering to take notice of anything. He contemplated how Gaara would react. Hopefully, he wouldn't kill him or hate him. Yet, something else worried Dante. He had always thought himself straight. He had innumerable girlfriends. Well, it was hard not to get any girls or guys now, with his body. Too many people called his body that of an Olympian god. But, getting back to the point, he kissed a guy, and liked it. Did that mean he was gay? Dante kept a steady stream of these thoughts.
Gaara walked into the room soon after Dante did. Noticing how his crush was staring off into space with a deep, contemplating look on his face, Gaara sat a good ways away. He couldn't help but glance and Dante every once in a while.
Dante finished his self-conflict near the end of class. He decided that he was at the very least bi, but he would test himself later. He also decided to speak to Gaara about what happened at lunch.
The time in between then and lunch was smooth sailing, despite some fanguy stares from those who saw the scene earlier and those blatantly curious in Dante's appearance. At last lunch came and Dante sought out Gaara, only to find him sitting by himself at a table near a door in the cafeteria. Gaara looked up, surprised. He hadn't thought that Dante would want to talk so soon. Dante sat down next to the red-head.
"Gaara, I-I, this is wkward to say, but did you like… what… what I did this morning?"
Gaara nodded. "Did you? And do you know what this means?"
"Yes I did… and I could guess…"
"It means you are now mine. You have also put yourself on everyone else's list, but making you mine now protects you."
"Umm… thanks."
Gaara smirked. "My pleasure."
Gaara waited for Dante outside the school, at the old oak tree, where he'd told him to meet him. Soon enough, the black-haired beauty walked up to him.
"I thought we had covered all this stuff at lunch," Dante half-asked, half-stated, puzzled.
"Hn, true, but there are other things that were left unfinished," he said, placing one hand inside his pocket and pulling out a small box. Dante gave it a questioning look. "This will protect you from unwanted attention from other guys." He handed the box to Dante. The black-haired boy opened it and gasped. Nestled inside the box was a ring. It was silver, with a long black stone embedded in it. Ingrained in the stone were small rubies that replicated the love symbol on Gaara's forehead. Gaara smirked at his new boyfriend. "Only a few people have ever worn that."
"Th-th-thanks." Dante was breathless. The ring was utterly beautiful. He picked it up and put it on. It fit perfectly.
"Now, about that unfinished business.' Dante looked up to find a deviously grinning Gaara. Before he had time to think, Gaara was pressed against him, pushing him against the oak, and kissing him fiercely. Gaara practically pried Dante's mouth open with his tongue and invaded the boy's moist mouth, taking in eery single detail before poking the boy's appendage with his own. They battled for a while like before, neither able to assert themselves. Minutes passed.
Gaara had Dante's tongue pinned down, and Dante was about to submit when they heard a shout. "Oi, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" shouted an angry Kiba. The duo broke apart, Dante thanking heavens he didn't lose or win.
"Hi Kiba," said Dante before whispering in Gaara's ear, "It's still not over."
"I heard about your little scene today. I thought it was a joke but now I see." Kiba's envy was palpable. "Come on, Dante. Let's go." With that, Kiba took Dante's hand, but then he froze. He saw what was on Dante's finger – Gaara's infamous ring. The red-head smirked.
"God, Kiba, keep it down, you should like my mother." A lazy voice drifted up as Shikamaru walked to the trio. "How troubles…" he froze when he saw the ring as well. Kiba let go of Dante. "Come on, Kiba, let's go." Shikamaru quickly pulled Kiba by the shoulders do the street.
"Why did they go quiet when they saw it?" asked Dante.
"I told you, you're mine."
"Gaara?" Dante asked as the pair walked home.
"Hmm?"
"I've made up my mind."
"About?
"I'm gay for you."
Gaara smirked. "Took you that long to figure it out, huh?"
"Well… yes."
"Ironic. We live across the street and never knew."
"Mhmmm."
They stopped at Dante's door.
"See you tomorrow, Gaara." Dante gave his first boyfriend and goodbye kiss.
"Yeah." Gaara crossed the street to the large apartment he shared with his brother and sister, both of which were in college. Dante watched the red-head go. Then, he walked up the stairs and into his own apartment. It being the first day of school, he had no homework, so he decided to take a shower.
Dante started the hot water and slowly undressed. He stood before the mirror, admiring his flawless body. His eyes wandered over his well-toned chest and then his rock-hard abs. He mentally wondered how much Gaara would like to see his nude form. Smiling, he lowered his gaze to his impressive length, nine inches when fully at attention. Steam was starting to spew from the shower, so Dante got in. Hot water drummed on his body as he relaxed against the shower wall. He slowly slid to the floor of the shower and sat there.
Dante kept thinking about his and Gaara's kisses that day. Little did he know, his member was getting pumped with blood, something that hadn't happened since – the accident. When it became painful, he looked down, surprised.
Seeing his long and thick dignity upright reminded him that he hadn't done anything with it for months. He grasped his length with one hand and moaned at the touch. He forgot how good this felt. He slowly moved his hand up and down.
"Hmn." He felt his eyes close in pleasure and without thinking, put three fingers in his mouth, sucking them. He sped up his hand and brought his now lubed fingers to his entrance. Poking one finger in, he moaned in pleasure. He groped deeper inside of himself and moved his hand faster. He poked another finger inside. He groaned. Making his hand go faster, Dante let his two fingers explore inside of himself. He arched his back as he hit something. He had not idea what it was, but it made his pleasure sensors fly off the charts. Putting another digit inside of himself, Dante sought out that amazing point again. He found it again within moments and moaned rather loudly. He moved his hand faster still to its limits as he stroked that little bundle of nerves until… "Gaara!" Dante moaned as he hit his climax. He shook as the strongest orgasm of his life took over his body. White, milky fluid spewed from his throbbing cock onto his muscular chest. Reluctantly, Dante removed his fingers from his ass and washed them under the water flow. With his other hand, Dante wiped off most of the cum and licked his fingers clean.
"Damn that tastes good," he muttered when he finished cleaning his hand. He stood up, bottom hurting slightly, and washed himself.
He wrapped a towel around himself when he got out of the shower. Halfway to his room, there was a knock on the door. Dante walked to the door and opened it to find Kiba and Shikamaru standing there.
"Hey, what's up?" Dante asked as if he was not only wearing a white towel loosely around his wait. Kiba's jaw dropped as his eyes drank in Dante's flawless form from his neck to very near his now flaccid member. Shikamaru did the same except less noticeably. Bored with the silence that ensued, Dante leaned on the doorframe and flicked his still-soaked hair from his face. Kiba thought that the pose made Dante even more sexy.
"Umm… hi…" A rather flustered Kiba mumbled, "You look… hot."
"Thanks," Dante said, smirking slightly, "Well come in, I suppose." He stepped out of the doorway and ushered his friends inside. "It's a little messy, but make yourself at home." Kiba and Shikamaru both sat down on the only couch.
"We came by to invite you to dinner tonight to kick off the school year." Shikamaru said.
"I'd love to, but I gotta get dressed first. Can Gaara come?"
"Sure," said Shikamaru.
"Awesome. Be right out." Dante went to get changed into another outfit that complimented his features. Just as he was about to leave he grabbed Gaara's ring from his desk and put it on. He was ready.
Meanwhile, Shikamaru was looking around the meager apartment. Hmm. There's only one bedroom. Where are his parents? He's only 17 and shouldn't be able to live by himself. Hmm. Shikamaru thought.
Kiba was thinking to himself at the same time. Oh my God. I'm in his apartment. I'm actually in that beauty's home.
Dante walked out of his room to where both visitors were lost in thought. So he walked over to them and waved his hands over their faces. "Hellooo?" They jumped.
"Alright. Let's go," Dante said. Shikamaru and Kiba bound off the couch and out the door. Dante followed and locked the door behind him.
Dante knocked on Gaara's door. A guy of about 21 answered. "Yah? Can I help you?"
"Is Gaara home?" asked Dante.
"Yeah, hold on." He called over his shoulder, "Gaara! Someone's here for you!"
"Be right there Kankuro," the red-head yelled from inside. Then, he walked to the door and saw Dante, Kiba, and Shikamaru. "Hello guys. Can I help you? You may leave now, Kankuro." The guy shrugged and left.
"We're going out. Wanna come?" asked Dante.
"Hmm. Why not?" Gaara smirked then yelled over his shoulder, "Kankuro, Temari! I'm going out for a bit. Be back later."
"Alright Gaara," a feminine voice called out.
"'Kay. Where are we going?" asked Gaara.
"I'm not sure. Kiba?" Dante said.
"Just to the diner. Neji and Lee are gonna be there," replied Kiba.
"Okay. Let's go," Gaara said, "you guys lead the way." So Kiba and Shikamaru set out in front of Gaara and Dante. Gaara slung his arm around Dante's waist and Dante returned the favor. They looked at each other for a moment before sharing a brief kiss.
"So, you two are going out now," stated Kiba.
"I suppose," Dante replied.
"I have to ask you, Gaara. How well does Dante kiss? There are already rumors he could stand up to your beast," came Shikamaru's voice.
"Well that rumor is true. Neither of us have been able to gain dominance." After a moment of glancing at Dante, he added, "Yet."
"Congrats Dante. That's something to be proud of. Most victi—I mean boyfriends submit after ten seconds."
"You mean like you did, Kiba?" Gaara asked jokingly. Everyone laughed, but Kiba blushed.
"Well, I was tired," he attempted to defend himself.
"Ah, take a joke," said Shikamaru as he nudged his friend in the ribs.
"Look, we're here," stated Kiba with a sigh.
They sat in their normal booth where Neji and Lee were already sitting.
"Hello friends. Dante, Gaara, I heard your news. Congrats on finding partners to spend your youth in!" shouted Lee.
"Lee, for God's sake, shut up!" cried Neji. They all laughed.
After everyone ate, small talk began and continued until Kiba, finally growing bored, said, "Why don't you two give us a little demonstration of your 'legendary' kissing skills?" There were nods of approval and a few giggles. Gaara looked at Dante, and he smiled back.
"Why not?" Dante asked and moved closer to Gaara, who licked his lips as if he was about to enjoy a delicious meal. They brought their lips together and kissed each other viciously to give their audience a good show.
Dante licked Gaara's bottom lip and was immediately granted access. Gaara's tongue met Dante's and skillfully wrapped it around that of his black haired beauty. They licked and sucked each others' tongue before they broke apart. Their friends stared at them.
"That was hot!" cried Kiba.
"Yeah," Shikamaru wiped his slightly bleeding nose with his napkin.
"That was better than watching hall 300," Neji mumbled.
"Glad you think so," said Dante. He rested his head against his partner, who nuzzled his face in the silky black hair.
Kiba had to force himself from whining like a dog.
"Well, Dante and I are going home, so see you guys tomorrow," said Gaara, taking Dante's hand and leading them out the door while everyone said goodbye.
Gaara brought Dante to his apartment. "We need to kiss like that more often."
"How's this?" They shared another fiery kiss before heading home to slip into a deep sleep with each other on their minds.
Autumn was settling in on Kageville. The foliage was blooming into the many different colors associated with the season. The air was cooling; the temperature was dropping. With all of the leaves falling from their perches, love was blooming into life.