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Like the title says this is a rated R fanfic. High rating means sexual content and some sexual situations, inneundos, so on. Furthermore this story is based off the concept of the porn industry, so if your not comfortable with THAT or men/men then do NOT read. Enjoy.

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"Pfft..." Naruto Uzumaki leaned back in his chair displaying an immense amount of balance and strategy as he zoomed in and out of open windows on his desktop. Sure, he'd known it wasn't safe to be searching sites like this- even with his popup blocker in effect but naturally this time he actually had a miserable excuse. Not that he hadn't the several other times.

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Ok, so this had ultimately freaked him out. He'd sat there completely panicked the first time he signed on. Now he just rolled his eyes and typed in the special code to talk to the only person on this whole site he specifically joined for.

Instantly the screen blipped up and the videocam in progress showed a close up of a very thoroughly layered eye, maybe a bit different for a style but to Naruto it was alright. Kinda hot even..."Hey Gaara-" he nodded to him, having preemptively turned on his own camera. "Yo-you said, uh, you needed to talk to me?" seriously trying not to obviously sweat bullets but Naruto had had a dry throat since boot up.

The boy through the video cam shuffled around on the bed, normally he was so completely comfortable and sexy. Hell, Naruto had gone over visually every visit they'd had several times a day and then a bit more. He shook his head and tried to focus on the uncomfortable look on Gaara's face- and not on the long pale legs layered out under his pale red robe. The sheets crumpled there, a faint inky color which only made the brilliant luminosity of Gaara's skin all the brighter.

"You mad at me?" Gaara finally speaks, licking his lips nervously with a faint dotting of his pink tongue. Naruto was trying really really hard not to look at those plush round-

"No! No!" he quickly shook his head and smiled as reassuringly as he could, "I'm not mad at all." though the smile was forced and this was defiantly not going the way he wanted it too.

"Oh...I just kinda thought you were-" Gaara glanced down uneasily, "since you hung up on me so suddenly." Gaara reached up with one hand and fussed a bit with a stray strand of auburn hair circling just over his earlobe. As he tucked it behind, his eyes met Naruto's fully and stayed still without blinking for a few good solid seconds. Naruto felt, once more, the breath leave him. Ok, ok, stay calm. Just do this. He'd been happy since talking to Gaara. He'd frickin enjoyed every second that he spent on that site. He'd look forward to signing on every day and hearing Gaara...well, expel more then inappropriate gestures...Often loud moans and equally exciting suggestions. Come to think of it this is the first time we haven't done anything dirty...Gaara lowered his gaze and seemed to look uncomfortable again. Wait a minute, I know that look...Naruto bit his lip, "Gaara? Are you mad at me?" were they having a fight?

Gaara shut his eyes and shook his head, "Sorry...you paid for this." he motions to himself and begins to move like he's going to turn off the video chat but Naruto somehow foolishly reaches out and grabs at his screen- like somehow he can reach through it and get the guy's attention.

"You are mad." Naruto knows he has to do something, he can't lose this. He's not going to just lose this. Losers lose shit like this, he, Naruto Uzumaki was no loser. "I'm sorry I hung up before- when you called. I just can't have you calling my house like that..." how did he explain it? His dad had no idea that he was even remotely into porn let alone...guys. Shit, that was just a situation he couldn't explain right now. He was head of the soccer team at school and rocked the new rugby team which he and his friend Kiba had set up by petition. No, Naruto was not gonna just fucking lose. "I love talking to you, you know that." Gaara glanced around and back up at him and tugged a little uncomfortably at his robe, pulling it over a good amount of skin. Naruto wish it didn't annoy him as much as it did, he totally had been trying to focus and just the cover and flash of that collarbone made him lose a bit of his mind. "Look, I like you, ok? It's weird and I can't just easily explain that to my folks yet. I can barely explain it to myself."

Gaara glanced up at him slowly, eyelashes brushed back making the green of the iris somehow even more intensified. It was amazing, really. How often Gaara took his breath away, he was in freaking porn...but he was so personal and honest with Naruto. Am I losing my mind? Finally Gaara smiled at him and it was like a huge relief, he'd accepted Naruto pitiful apology. "I know. I shouldn't have looked you up in the phone book like that." he grimaces a bit but then covers his mouth with a unsteady hand, "I just had to talk to you and it was really important." he's still talking and Naruto really swears he's trying to pay attention but the robe dips back again from where it was pulled up. The collarbone is showing again and some how the flesh looks even more tempting now that Gaara's cheeks are flushed slightly.

Naruto sat back in his chair and somehow managed to adjust himself so he was more hulked over his laptop instead of feet up and cocky, "Yeah, I'm sorry too." he admits and cringes. My mom is kinda snooty and my Dad is just...well, it's complicated." he looks back at Gaara and grins again, trying to hold down a moan. "If you know how badly I want you always though-"

"I know-" chuckles Gaara once more sitting back on the bed, his legs sprayed out right in front of him so he can settle back on his arms. Naruto chokes on any words or breath, the robe falls to the dark bedsheets and Gaara's chest is fully exposed. He's just trying to remember how to breathe, sucking in air like a fish. "I needed to tell you something...but now I can't even remember..." Gaara flushed deeper trying to tilt his head back so Naruto could see more and more. Fuck, the, fuck...Intelligible was the interior of Naruto's brain, right now. "Are you listening, Naruto?" he chuckles once again tipping him a grin with tongue peeking out between those lips. Yes, I am totally paying attention. 100% percent-CHRIST- Gaara moves up and begins to sway around so the bottom of his dark red robe leaves quick glimpses of beneath. His legs bend and yet playfully keep the robe pulled around him carelessly. Naruto swallows a brash groan and just tries to steady his heart. "I needed to tell you something so badly...that..." Gaara lets a hand sway out behind him and let's it rest on the back of his thigh, beginning to tug up the robe. "I looked you up in the phone book." Gaara giggles as Naruto feels himself panting, fingers trying to flex around the waistband of his pants. What is he even saying, I can't-the robe falls back to reveal the finest ass, the rump cheeks press up to let the fingers trickle down toward the entrance- already swollen and ready. "Naruto?"

He jerks as his fingers find his concealed heated skin, the mass has begun to intensify around the head of his dick and he knows it's not going to be easy to give even the tiniest bit of rational thinking to what Gaara is saying- "Naruto? I need you to pay attention." he realized then he'd shut his eyes. He'd actually shut them as he stroked himself because he knew if he looked he wouldn't, he couldn't- Fuck, Gaara just do it and then talk to me! But he doesn't, he won't put the fingers in even as he bares his hips down and let's Naruto see everything. Naruto strokes himself but it just isn't, right...he can't get off like this. He needs Gaara moaning, panting his name, down on his belly, ass in the air- Instead he locks eyes again with Gaara who tilts his head to one side, back at him and grins. Somehow he's controlling this session- I don't even care. I don't even fucking...Gaara shuts his eyes suddenly as he lets one finger dangerously close, dancing around the rim of his puckered hole. Please, please, please...

"Wanna know, Naruto?" holy shit, did he? He didn't even know anymore. Did he really care? Yeah, sure it was nice talking to Gaara but...obviously right now he didn't give a shit what color the sky was or what was pumping all the blood to his cock. It only mattered that it was there and Gaara was bent over, ready and waiting for him...Unfortunately just not right here. He just nods because it's all gone, sense. Fucking just get it over with, Gaara- please. If he was here, things would be different. Their would be no waiting, he'd take him right there. The play would be in and he'd just go for it.

Gaara removes the finger and just like that flops back over to look at Naruto patiently, and just like that...the session is over. He can see it on Gaara's face, so he was mad at him... "Their hiring."

"Huh?" Naruto asks slowly removing his hand from his pants, fuck he's so hard...it hurts like hell but he just cringes at it and looks away from the screen as Gaara explains. Fucking goddamn tease..."Who are?"

"The company I work with." Gaara leans forward a bit and just let's the robe drop wherever it may. Naruto is trying his damn hardest not to look at the screen as he's fucking losing his goddamn mind- Focus on the words. "Their hiring and they could really use a good photographer. You take pictures, right?" Naruto flinched and just stared at Gaara. This fucking conversation was beginning to churn out in all sorts of ways he hadn't expected! He'd shared that in confidence...granted another fuck session with Gaara but he really really didn't expect him to suddenly shove it in his face. Sure, he was in his second year of college. But that was a pastime he didn't really brag about. Gaara just shakes his head and grins again at him, "Look it would be great, wouldn't it?" Naruto lifts his blue eyes up to see the red head leaning in much closer now, trying it seemed to almost get through the screen to him. "We could finally meet!"

Naruto's eyes truly widened then and just like that he seemed to leave his body for a minute. He'd meet Gaara? The ginger boy who'd filled his pretty much every waking fantasy and thought. Slowly and firmly did he come back to himself, to the moment- to his bed in his tiny ass apartment room. He was just thankful that his roommate hadn't been around for weeks. He was able to really enjoy this sort of thing with Gaara and now...he was fighting the urge to jump up and punch the air.

"So?" Gaara asked pleasantly, sitting back like he wasn't half naked and pretty much already prepared. Naruto weighed his options- he could say yes now and then maybe Gaara really would just let them get on with! But if he said yes to quickly...He calmly tilted his head back and nodded slowly. Sure, I guess. Gaara just nods and sits back and seems to be trying to find a comfortable position to sit back, "So...did you want to still?"

Naruto licked his lips and nodded again, calmly. Sure, I guess. Playing it cool, he had this. He totally freaking-

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The amount of language that came out of that room was far more vile in that moment then Naruto probably would have made if he and Gaara had gotten to it.

He tried to sit still. He really did. But the comfiest goddamn leather couches in the world had his ass sinking all the way down in them and somehow the brightest minimalist décor imaginable had him blinded since he'd walked into this giant building. Naruto tried to lower his gaze and keep a steady patient mind when it came to this. He did, after all, want this job. Well, more he wanted to meet Gaara. Lucky his internet had come back the night before and he got all the information necessary and the right floor and directions to find the guy in-charge. Of course the worst part had been the drive. Four hours from LA to this freakin drifty high end office on the outskirts of the Strip. Naruto just felt even more uneasy as he sat in the giant waiting room in the midst of Sin City- he'd never even been here before. Somehow he was expected to work here and go to school? Could he even pull this off? Maybe he could just meet Gaara and work something else out...wait, was meeting Gaara even a good idea! What if they didn't even like each other-

"Naruto Uzumaki?" a voice suspends itself into the waiting room from behind the thick white desk where the snobby redheaded secretary had greeted him. At first he'd thought, seeing her that all people here must have Gaara's color—but upon closer inspection she was rude, had quizzical eyes that were only hidden behind a wired frame of glasses. He really hated her, instantly. "Oh, it's you..." she yawned boredly and motioned to the door, a ugly pop of color in the whole damn white space- a fiery red of huge proportions. "He'll see you now." He skulked past her giving her once last nasty look and she just responded by sticking her tongue out at him and making absurdly disgusting swipes of it, in and out of her mouth. Fuck you too. Karin was what it had read on her nametag which was similarly colored in a thick dark red with black lettering. Fuck you to hell, KARIN.

The red door, for it's size opened pretty quickly and easily. Naruto instantly felt more comfortable in this hall just beyond it. The walls were that same inky black as Gaara's sheets and the paintings mostly had touches of similar dark red and black. A few other workers passed him but no one seemed to care that he was even there. They all seemed to be rushing around to something or other. It seemed like the office in question was dead ahead. Another large plaque, this time in elegant silver read, "BOSS" simply and Naruto bowed his head inside. He really didn't know what to be more nervous of in that moment. The fact he didn't know what the hell was going to happen here- or if the BOSS had a fucking name.

Somehow imagining a rockstar or pimp- long golden chains, gaudy leopard skins, and a huge cane with matching pimp hat filled his mind instantly...but somehow, he was disappointed instantly. The man before him was so...stiff. He wore a simple black suit, tailored with dark pinstripes and patterns under the cuffs; though the cuffs had silver plated cufflinks. He didn't even bother to look up and notice Naruto, let alone greet him. He just waved him in and Naruto took the seat immediately in front of the desk, hands clenched on his thighs. This guy was freaking intense. He had long black hair that hung down in two long strands on either side of his face, while the back was pull up into a ponytail; only this too was so long it sank over his right shoulder and seemed to match well with the dark color of his suit. "Mr. Uzumaki, right?" boredly the guy speaks and shuffles some papers in front of him while not once looking up at Naruto. "A photographer, I hear..."

Finally a chance to speak, Naruto tries but it comes out as stutters and shameful gasps for air. This guy- is freaking terrifying. Somehow his simply bored expression and the fact he hasn't made a move to act even remotely friendly or interested...Naruto has never met anyone like this guy before! Still BOSS moves his eyes back and forth over the papers in front of him, waiting...silently. "Y-y-y-yes, sir." finally Naruto steadies himself and just answers. It's like try outs! I can do this, shit. Just show him what you got.

"We have a few photographers in rotation now...with a lot more experience then you. Why should we hire you..." a turn of a page and the guy barely seems to move a inch, just his eyes readjust as they seem to flicker over each line on the page; registering something beyond them both. "your just a college student, right?"

Naruto nods and lowers his head, why did he even try this? A freakin drive for four hours! Gaara really had gotten into his head. Dammit, quit thinking with your balls, idiot!

Finally BOSS puts down his papers and looks at Naruto, though seems unimpressed...or at least stuck. His lips don't move up or down, their a simple thin line across is equally emotionless face. It's good looking, definitely! Naruto had to admit BOSS did not look one bit like the pimp he'd imagined. Fuck, what was going on...

"I like photography, I may not be very skilled or, uh...experienced yet but I try my best to succeed at everything I do. In school I'm on the soccer team- Captain and I started a rugby-" He doesn't care idiot! He doesn't give a shit! He was bombing so hard! Bombing and what the hell was next?

"Hm." BOSS gets up and simply moves toward the door. It's over. He's lost. "It wasn't my idea to hire you." he turns emphatically to the door and opens it, "So I will not be conducting your interview." Naruto stands up quickly and begins-

"I understand but I-" it all falls short as there in the doorway, glaring once at BOSS before marching right in like this office is his all along...is Naruto's roommate and best friend. "Sasuke?"

"Yeah, yeah..." Sasuke grumbles and motions to BOSS, "I said I would be late. You didn't need to come in here." BOSS shakes his head at Sasuke but his lips don't leave the thin line they've made as he turns to the door. His long black hair falls from his shoulder and over his back.

"It is rude to leave guests waiting, brother." simply does BOSS walk away without any further explanation and Naruto is left standing miming in lost anticipation at the door and back at Sasuke...

His roommate sits back in the chair now and actually reaches into his pocket, it's a blue work shirt that buttons up with simple white buttons up to his collar, leaving two or three undone. "Quit gawking, dobe. You look like a fucking moron." Sasuke pulls out a cigarette and places it between his lips before lighting the end with a lighter he retrieved from one of the drawers.

"Sasuke- how-where...what?" it's all he can articulate as Sasuke smokes a good long bluff before leaning back in the chair and looking up at the ceiling.

"Take a seat, idiot. We got your interview to complete." Naruto cringed, freaking Sasuke! He'd known him for what felt like his whole life, he'd hated him for all of it. The guy was cocky and snobby and rude...not to mention secretive as hell. He was one of those people who seemed to just go to school to mess with others and manipulate the hell out of his classmates. It all seemed like one big joke, or a show to Sasuke. Come to think of it...

"You...you told me to go on that site- you told me-"

Sasuke waves his hand in front of his face clearing out the smoke before taking another quick drag, "Course I did, moron. My family owns it. Want to earn my allowance." It isn't even remotely an explanation. Naruto was there for Sasuke, he asked him to stay after school- thinking the guy was lonely and maybe just super bad at social shit. He was kind to him and stood up for him when the other guys called him a 'faggot'. Now Sasuke was just smoking and smirking like he'd someone made Naruto's very existence possible. "'course I didn't think you'd hit it off so well with, uh..." Sasuke grins now through the smoke lingering out of his lips and down at the sheet on his desk that BOSS left behind. "fuck, man- every NIGHT? You sign on to talk to Gaara? Shiiit." he laughs and it's the kind of laugh that makes the very knuckles at Naruto's side itch to make contact with that fucking snotty cocky ass pretty boy face. Sasuke moves around on the chair again, getting comfortable and tugs the thick leather belt around his olive tan pants up just a bit along his slim waist. His other hand perfectly balances the cigarette as it lazily burns away like Naruto's patience.

"So what do we got..." Sasuke taps the desk, "Photographer? Pointless. We got enough."

"But...Gaara..."

"Heh, Gaara, right?" Sasuke rolls his eyes and now he puts out his cigarette on the desk's top. "Probably just wanted to take your dick for real instead of over the wifi we give him." again those solid black eyes bore into Naruto's and it's taking everything he has to maintain his fucking chill. "So...yeah, you want this job?"

Naruto slowly sits back down and steadies his breathing while just trying to think of better things. Gaara naked, Gaara bent over underneath me taking it like a- "yeah, I want this job. But if you don't want a photographer-"

Sasuke shook his head and ran his hands through his own black bangs, they were exactly like BOSS's, "...hm, I'd have to adjust your position." he grins greasily at Naruto before sitting back again, this time putting his feet up on the desk and reaching for his lighter, starting to flick it open and shut. "We need a intern, probably one that does meager shit like fetch my coffee, make copies that crap. Oh, I also need someone to fix our website. It's shit compared to the competition." Sasuke dangles his ankle back and forth, bouncing it around as he pops the lighter open and closed with a click, click, click. "Think you can do that, moron?"

Naruto nods, "Yeah, think so." shit, this was gonna suck so hard. Gaara...sucking me off-

Click, click, click, click. "Fine." Sasuke sighs and nods to the door, "You can leave. Come in tomorrow ready to work-" Naruto got up glad for the quick exit-when he had to stop, wait. "What is it, idiot?" Naruto cussed himself out in his head and turned to face the jackass, the one person he really didn't want to deal with right now. "It's a four hour drive." he clarifies, "You know that...how am I going too-"

Sasuke stretched and grasped the lighter tightly in his hands as he sunk back comfortably in the chair yawning, like a lazy cat, "Not my problem. You gonna get a place out here in Vegas?" how- how would he even afford that?

"I sublet from you." Naruto snaps turning to face him now, angry and slightly shaking. "The hell am I supposed to do?!" Even if he was an intern he wouldn't make that kind of money!

Click, Sasuke opened the lighter and this time left it, staring into the flame with a angry long look. "Not my fucking problem, now is it?"

That did it. Naruto launched himself over the desk and tackled the jerk laying idly out on the street. They wrestled each other to the ground, yelling and kicking each other with tons of "FUCK YOU" and "YOU MOTHERF-" thrown in. Once they'd kicked and screamed and pulled at each other enough they finally just lay on the ground panting and Sasuke held his hand out to Naruto, "My lighter..." Naruto spotted it on the ground nearby and snagged it, giving it back before getting up.

"Hey! Idiot! Where are you going?" Sasuke sat up slowly wincing as he gripped his side, shit that last punch had hurt like hell.

"Obviously I'm not gonna get the job- I don't have an apartment near by, you're being a jerk, and I just felt like I should beat you up-" Naruto turned for the door, at least he could go home now, pout and eat ice cream. He'd have to stop at convenience store on his way home.

Halfway out the door Sasuke's voice called out to him, "Be here tomorrow, dobe. Or else." Jackass. Great, now what? He sulked out into the dark hallway and possibly trying to find how this whole thing could have gone worse...

Lost in a sort of dizzying depressed trance he seemed to have lost his way, leaving the original hall for a corner and then forgetting where he'd turned off from. Shit, fantastic. Way to go. He couldn't do anything right. Probably when he got home, Gaara wouldn't even want to talk to him. He just lowered his head and kept his back curved down as step by step he sulked forward trying to find that one dark main hall. How did I mess this up so bad? I'm such a loser...

"Naruto?" he felt a hand grab his wrist from the right, he stumbled to the side, which was probably good as he fell into a door and it swung open then slammed shut behind him. "Naruto?" It hit him then that, whoever had grabbed him, had yanked him in here...this tiny little space which was barley lit by a single swaying light bulb. It seemed to be a janitor's closet or something, with buckets and towels and random other cleaning supplies on the shelves. "Naruto?" through the flickering light he saw someone duck in to face him. A mess of scarlet hair and a pale familiar face grinning excitedly at him, leaning closer and closer so Naruto just instinctively met those lips and kissed him. Gaara? Is it really Gaara? He wrapped his arms around the thin body and pushed it up against him; as the warm press of Gaara's lips meshed against his own and this tangent taste of mint filled the air. Gaara was small but he ground into his body was such force and eagerness, hands resting on Naruto's hips as they pulled closer, strengthening the kiss. A loud moan spilled from Gaara's lips as one of Naruto's hands found his ass, clamping down and grinding them together closer. "Mmnnn-" Gaara groaned and Naruto pulled back to look into those green eyes finally, as he caught his breath for just a second. So much had happened since their last conversation, and just seeing him; just seeing him was so abrupt it just- he couldn't think.

"I need you, Gaara." Naruto murmured, "I need this..." Gaara hushed him with just a grin and dropped down to his knees. Naruto didn't need to even question or wonder what would happen next, he'd dreamed about this about a thousand times. The sound of his pants being undone and the ultimate overwhelming moist heat that enveloped his shaft and then seemed to swallow him whole.

Naruto booted up his computer the second he got home. Gaara had said they'd talk online if Naruto still had energy after their 'rendezvous'. He just kept grinning and asking, after he wiped his mouth clean of course; "You're working here now, right?" "You'll come back?" Naruto had just kept nodding and tried to keep his hands off Gaara but it was near impossible. He barely managed to leave before sun down and got home around 11pm. Shit, he was going to have to get up soon anyway. He sat back in his computer chair and just let the computer screen light up his room. A small cup of boiling ramen sat in front of him, he just leaned into it and sucked it down...Wait, he stopped and lifted his hand to his mouth breathing into it...Shit, did I taste like ramen?

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Naruto typed in his information, but this time, instead of typing in Gaara's info to call him- he sat there looking at the front page, all of the kinky messed up shit on it. Maybe this would be difficult- he'd never designed a website before...But how hard could it be?

A/N: Alright so. Usual, you know- you like? R/R. I'd be happy to hear any thoughts! Opinions, criticisms, so long as their constructive will be heard! =D Hope you liked it and I'm always happy to hear plot ideas, though I have a good amount of this planned out. Thanks for reading! - Annegyo

A SPECIAL THANKS TO Suomalainen-Sisu! Seriously this whole thing was inspired by her fanfic 'Audience!' it's awesome! Go read it if you want like a prequel to how Naruto and Gaara met. =D It's awesome! 3 And thanks for all your help it really means a lot to meet someone in this fandom that's wicked friendly!