It's a team fic with Kotone on AFF. I'm a slow writer so alot of it is her wrting but I like to think people will see my added touch in here. Besides... Any Kakashi torture fic is a golden fic to me.

Yay Kakashi torture!

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Smoldering hot. That humid muggy sort of hot. As one born in the dessert land, just grains of sand baking in the sun heat was the daily forecast for the day, week, month, eternity. In the forest, where the lands were green with a chance of rainfall, it was uncomfortably hot. Gaara could feel bug juice and animal urine fermenting in his pores. Not that an animal had actually pissed on him - it was just the feeling of knowing that everything evaporated and was currently floating in the air around him. It was making his skin sweaty and his clothes stick to his form. He thought his sweat glands long since shriveled up and died. Even still, he refused to go back to Konoha and its crowded streets with a cluster of bodies making him claustrophobic. Which should be impossible when you're walking down a huge street.

Konoha was just too busy. With the chuunin exams taking place, the city was crawling with foreign shinobi. Kazekage-sama was required to be there. A thousand deaths to whoever made that rule. Gaara probably should have returned to his own rooms to bathe, but that brother of his was supposed to be there. Gaara did not like his bath time interrupted. His Kazekage robes lay abandoned on his bed in Konoha. Kazekage-sama himself was walking barefoot through the woods in search of a more private place to bathe. He was aware of Konoha's hot spring baths. There was hope of a more secluded source to the hot water. He wore his straw hat low to cover his face. It almost resembled the hat that puppeteer had worn. But this one was much cooler. Gaara had shed the clothing most would recognize him by, instead opting for loose khaki shorts and a white tank top. The gourd on his back was a little harder to hide.

He did not exactly know the area around him, but he did see old documented maps in the library for battle tactics in foreign lands. Gaara was almost sure there was a water pool in this area. On the map, though, he did not recall any landmarks of two squirrels procreating, or a tree that had the carving of 'I heart Sasuke' in it. The red head's fingers inched to cross that out, or add an additional 'in the ass' remark. He chalked that sort of immature thinking to Naruto's exuberant behavior and Kankuro's inappropriate comments being subtly ingrained into his brain. Sure enough, though, beyond the animals mating and the tree that now said 'I heart Sasuke Uzumaki,' he found a small lake.

Gaara came across the water he sought, finally. He frowned at the increased humidity of the area. Well, better than those enclosed bathhouses, at least. Gaara quickly stripped the clothing from his body. They were half soaked through with sweat. He was amazed at the level of his stupidity. He was beginning to think he could rival Naruto for that nickname the Uchiha boy had lovingly bestowed upon the blond. There was no way the Kazekage was going to put sweaty clothes back on. He tested the water with his toe once he was fully nude. A satisfied smile spread across his face. Perfect temperature. Gaara quickly eased his body into the water, not caring to test the depth first. The sheer ecstasy of getting a bath after three days travel, coupled with the open ceremony for the accursed exams, had Gaara temporarily forgetting his fear of deep water. In Suna, where a bathtub of water was a lot, lakes were like oceans, and when young ninja went elsewhere and saw large bodies of water for the first time, it was something to behold. The Kazekage had seen oceans before from afar but he had never been in one. Learning to water walk was one of the most frightening experiences of his life. Now, when he was up to his chin in water and his feet were not touching ground, he remembered. And there the great Kazekage-sama was, kicking and flailing, when the copy-cat ninja found him.

Kakashi's day was a whole lot less miserable. It was because of the chuunin exams that he had free time. A lot less missions occurred as many of the clients were at the event or getting ready for it. It was every jounin's break time who was not in the planning committee, and afterwards the new chuunin tended to get a vast amount of the work that came to their village. Leaving Kakashi free to do as he pleased. Of course, usually jounins with genin's under their care required them to spend a vast amount of time cultivating their students and preparing them for the future. Considering his two students taking said test to be Uchiha Sasuke, runaway returned, and Uzumaki Naruto, pupil trained by a sannin and Akatsuki slayer, Kakashi did not have to do a whole lot of prepping. He was present when they were told they would have to participate in the exams to reach the next rank and was thoroughly amused by their reactions. 'I killed like, everyone in Akatsuki!' the blond had yelled while Sasuke growled 'I killed a sannin.' Tsunade scoffed at them and told them to take the test or forever be gennins. Kakashi was sure she could make an exception and jump them to jounin rank like they deserved. She was probably bored and in need of amusement. Now the two boys were preparing to outdo each other rather than worried about the trial itself.

So there he was under a tree in a semi-secluded area by a lake. This one did not have a waterfall which many females frequented, so there were not men off hiding in bushes like voyeurs. Not that he would not mind seeing some naked female flesh, but they would come up to him and annoy him by talking. Mostly all the female populace tended to turn him off when they would proceed to use the same tactics to get in his pants. Acting like flirts who excused him of being perverted. The nerve!

Their coy attitude, telling him what a 'dirty man' he was when the whole time they could not keep their hands from touching his shoulder or grabbing an arm with that hungry look in their eye. Just once he would like a woman to come up to him and ask 'Wanna fuck?' Not that he did not desire a more seductive sort of approach but at least it would be honest. Women of today were so deceptive and it took everything he had to not call them a whore and walk away without a backwards glance. So instead, he was relaxing against a massive tree, under the cool shade, alone; just him and his book and his imagination. He wondered where Jiraiya encountered such women in his travels to inspire these heroines. He asked once and found the man would take something from every experience and use it to create the perfect woman. So even if women have their good points, he would still have a lot of crap to deal with.

How depressing.

Kakashi was about to emerge himself in his world of fantasy and pleasure when a figure emerged from slightly off his line of sight. Quickly, he turned his head and stayed where he sat so as not to alert the other that someone else was around. If there was someone here who should not be, he would need to take precautions. The instant of methodical thought went down the drain and out to sea when he realized it was none other than Gaara of the Sand standing before the spring in quite possibly the least amount of clothes the jounin ever saw him in.

He would tell himself later the reason why once he saw the other pulling his shirt off he did not want to interrupt the other's downtime, and was keeping an eye out for any other disturbances that may have been down somewhere near the boy's ass. Kakashi was still surprised the teen would think to do anything like this in a unfamiliar area with no escort. He chalked it up to the red head did it 'because he could'. The jounin had to admire the way not a visible scratch could be seen on his skin. At least not from here. The sand guard and armor protected him well it would seem.

Just like that, the teen walked into the water unabashed by his nudity, after all he was suppose to be alone, and settled deep into the pool. What shocked the leaf jounin (besides seeing that Gaara's hair down there was only a shade or two darker from his head) was that the boy did not notice he was mere yards from him. Was the boy so out of sorts he could not sense one ninja who was not really hiding? Kakashi did not hold that thought for long as he continued to watch Gaara in the water.

'Is this kid for real?' the jounin found himself wondering as he watched quite possibly the most powerful Kazekage now struggling not to drown.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he never would have believed it. The red head disappeared. Bubbles broke the surface of the water for at least a minute before disappearing. However much he would have liked to return to the book in his hand, if it was found out he had let Gaara drown, he most likely would be tortured slowly before being allowed to die. Sighing, he tucked his precious Icha Icha away, and made his way quickly to the pool of water. He shed his vest and shirt on the way, along with the belt containing ninja tools and books. Kakashi dove gracefully into the water. The pants still covering his legs slowed him down enough for Gaara to be well enough out of reach. The jounin quickly redoubled his efforts to reach the boy before he stopped breathing altogether. In reality, it did not take long for the grown man to reach the young Kazekage. However, with so much at stake, Kakashi being the only one around, and therefore the one to take the blame in the event of things too horrible to pause for, time seemed to be crawling at a snail's pace. He swam over to the now limp body and gathered it into his arms. He made a mental note to suggest the Kazekage go on a diet as he struggled back to the surface. One more reason why the jounin hated kids to be added to the list. The silver hair broke through the still sheet of water first. Red hair followed suit. Kakashi was heaving the other man onto the shore of the small lake in a matter of moments. Gaara was not breathing. Kakashi paced in front of the man. He just looked like he was sleeping. Kakashi would not put it past the kid to play a joke like that. Though, it was harsh to immediately peg the boy as another Naruto. Certainly one could not become Kazekage by playing jokes on people.

Then again, you would think the Kazekage would know how to swim as well, or at least not be dumb enough to swim in deep water not knowing how. When Gaara started to pale, a feat amazing in its own right, Kakashi realized this was no joke. And there definitely was no one around what had to be done. The jounin squatted next to Gaara and tilted his head back by his nose. He took a deep breath and pressed his lips against the cooler ones. He pushed the air into Gaara's lungs slowly. He repeated the motion twice more before pushing into the man's chest. Kakashi waited. Frowning when nothing happened, Kakashi took another deep breath and pressed his lips against Gaara's once more.

Gaara saw the bright light fading away. It was so warm and comforting, he really hated to see it go. He felt air being pushed into his lungs for him. Warm lips covered his own. Gaara coughed as he tilted his head back more. Water escaped his lungs as he rolled over onto his side and continued to cough. His vision was slightly blurred and his body was extremely heavy. Gaara focused on clearing his lungs and breathing on his own again. He was breathing heavily, but no longer coughing when the fabric descended on his shoulders. Only then did he realize he had been saved. Looking up, he saw Naruto's sensei standing over him, turned slightly to the side so as to not fully face him. Gaara frowned and tugged at the dark material on his body. Holding it out, he saw it to be a shirt. It dawned on him that he was naked. His cheeks were stained red.

"Thank you," he mumbled before pulling the black shirt over his head.

It was much too large. Which, fortunately, meant it covered all the essentials. Kakashi held out his hand.

"You should be more careful, Kazekage-sama."

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Gaara frowned as he adjusted the hat on his head. Oh, how he despised that hat. If there was not so much damn tradition behind it, ridding Sunagakure of that hat would have been his first order as Kazekage. Kankuro was checking his purple make-up in a mirror while Gaara adjusted his hat without much improvement. He was muttering to himself as he prepared for the chuunin exams to begin in the stadium. Gaara knew what was to come, having once been a chuunin candidate himself. The written test was long over. The survival section had progressed much differently from when he once participated. Gaara pulled the hat a little lower and let it be.

The only thing left was to oversee the final bout with Tsunade-sama. Kankuro was still fussing with the vile color on his cheeks. Gaara let his control over his chakra slip enough to warn all occupants, all two of them, of his darkening mood. Kankuro dropped the make-up as the feeling crashed over him and he stood up straight. Gaara was standing with his back to his brother, but the older man got the message. He rushed to open their door and lead the way out. A small troop of ANBU were waiting to escort the Kazekage to his place in the crowd. Tsunade refused to have the same situation repeat from when the last Kazekage had "attended" such exams. Gaara was enraged and insulted with the treatment in the first year. Now, he merely tolerated it because he was not given another choice. Gaara lifted his finger to his shoulder smoothly and the tiny insect obediently took it's place there. The frown had faded. The small insect obeyed the silent beckoning and came from behind him to rest on the outstretched digit. One ANBU stiffened momentarily before seeing the lack of malicious intent. Shino was much more careful about having his bugs follow someone after Naruto had once made a point to kill every bug he saw.

Gaara was taking his seat in mere moments. The female insect still perched on his shoulder. Gaara left her there and carefully folded his hands in his lap to wait patiently. Genma was in the middle of the designated arena for the finals to take place. The Kazekage relaxed a little at seeing two very familiar faces contorted in discomfort. Naruto was shifting from foot to foot anxiously, while Sasuke was facing away from the obnoxious blond. Genma announced the first match and two genin stepped forward. In seconds, after the monotonous rules were spoken, the signal was given and the fight began. Gaara was stifling his yawns in no time. For genins, they were of a decent skill level. However, for someone who had seen battle and death so early in life, the jutsus were childish.

Gaara instead boredly looked to those around him and amongst the stands. He caught sight of one ANBU who was assigned to guarding him. His vibrant green eyes were transfixed on the figure instantly. The color of his face deepen to pink within a short amount of time. That book was recognized easily. Gaara attempted to force his gaze back to the match with much reluctance. A winner was declared and the loser was limping off to the medical ward, supported by the champion. The eruption of the crowd was deafening. Still, Gaara could not tear his eyes away from the orange book for long. How the man could read behind such a mask was truly a mystery the red head found himself trying to figure out with his eyes. A cleared throat and a sharp nudge to the ribs later, Gaara ripped his attention from the ANBU. Kankuro gave him a meaningful look and pointed discreetly to the arena. Sasuke was facing a rookie. Interestingly enough, the rookie was not shaking quite as much as one would have thought. Maybe Naruto's cheers had something to do with it.

"Go, Konohamaru-chan! You can beat that dumb bastard!"

Tsunade clutched the arm rests of her chair like she might be suddenly launched herself into Naruto's skull if she let go.

"I doubt his balls have even dropped yet! Don't take no shit from that pretty boy loser! He showers with flower scented shampoo! His dick is the size of my pinky! Just make him break a nail and watch him cry!" Naruto's cheerleading was loud and obnoxious so that even high up on the platform the Kages up in the far left could hear it, including those in the crowd who were laughing themselves stupid. Konohamaru ground his teeth together and shed the scarf around his neck. Sasuke smirked at him dismissing the dumb blond for later.

"Are you sure you don't want to give up now, boy? None the less it will be a boring match for me, hazardous for you." he warned.

"Naruto-niisan taught me more than you think," the boy replied, flicking his nose with his thumb before pulling a kunai from its holder smoothly.

"Go," Genma said, almost as if he was bored with the exam already, probably was.

Konohamaru bum-rushed the Uchiha with the kunai ready. Sasuke chuckled to himself. He left his katana sheathed. No need to exert himself for this kid. Sasuke was ready to sidestep the boy when he felt a throwing star lodge itself into the back of his knee. He stumbled, Sharingan flickering in and out dangerously. Konohamaru grinned and closed in for his attack. The clone behind Sasuke leapt into the air, its own kunai ready to plunge down. Sasuke dropped fully to the ground, supporting himself with his hands. His leg swept out and caught the kid square behind his ankles. Konohamaru disappeared in a puff of smoke, a doll of Naruto sticking its tongue out replaced his form. Sasuke lifted his weight up on his hands to spin his feet in the air to properly disperse of the clone. The boy tried another attack from behind, rushing Sasuke in his predicted blind spot while the man was still on his hands. Sasuke shifted his weight onto one hand before tossing himself in the air to avoid the brat. While in the air, Sasuke righted himself and freed his leg from the blade lodged in his knee. Konohamaru was in his face with surprising speed. A fist connected with Sasuke's cheek with a triumphant cry. Sasuke grabbed the kid by his throat with a smirk. He tossed the figure in his hand like a rag doll toward the wall separating the crowd from the competitors. The throwing star was turned on its owner. The grandson of the Third Hokage was struggling to free himself when Sasuke landed smoothly on his feet in front of the boy, now half slumped on the ground in the awkward position, his katana drawn and pointed at the throat below the taller young man. The match was over in less then two minutes.

"Winner, Uchiha Sasuke," Genma declared.

Konohamaru's eyes were wide, mixed with shock and a tinge of fear, as he stared up the blade. Sasuke sheathed the blade swiftly before he slowly held out a hand. The whole time holding a devil may care smile.

"Not bad, brat," he complimented as much as the Uchiha would, and hauled the boy up, dislodging the throwing star embedded in the boy's shoulder with said child flinching with the pain.

"Baka! You were supposed to beat him!" Naruto yelled, vaulting the wall.

"Shut up," the Uchiha warned.

"He fights differently from you. Nastier, deadlier, overwhelming. He's much cooler than you, Naruto-niisan!" Konohamaru declared, rounding on the blond, who was standing close enough that he had to lean a little and suck in his stomach to avoid being poked with that finger of doom.

"Dummy, take that back! Never side with the enemy! He is so lame and weak I'll beat him with one hand tied behind my back!"

"No you couldn't, Boss-san! In fact I'd like to see you try!"

"I will! I'll show you what a pussy that jerk really is!" He yelled out crossing his arms in defiance.

"Naruto!" Konohamaru and Naruto both cringed at hearing the fifth Hokage scream at them from way up in the stands. Sasuke walked away slowly smiling in amusement.

"Get out of my arena or get disqualified! Shut up while you're at it, or I'll break both your arms and see how well you fight with your teeth!" The threat was made. Unbecoming of a Kage given the situation. Shizune buried her face in her arm hoping to hide from the disgrace while many onlookers found the bickering entirely amusing. A show within the show if you will. Gaara even saw Kakashi's form twitch once in a snort. The red head was much more in tune with the jounin's body than the blond's antics. In fact, he was not paying attention to the fights at all. This new fascination with the leaf jounin left him to wonder what made him so focused on the sliver-haired man to begin with. Turning his head to his brother, he minutely wondered if he should inquire.

Kankuro was obediently focused on the ninja games just as another match started up, and Gaara did not hesitate to get his brother's attention, discreetly placing his hand on the others pant leg and gave a tug. The man's eyes turned, and then his head after noticing Gaara was not hiding, he was looking right at him. Must not have been an alert or warning of any sort.

"Yes Kazekage-sama?" In the open space among the public Kankuro made a point to address the boy formally, no matter how much he knew the other detested it. Gaara grimaced but dismissed it instantly, a mere flicker of emotion.

"If you couldn't stop thinking about someone, looking at them, thinking about them what would you call that?" It sounded liked a interrogation, but Gaara's questions always sounded that way. Either bland and dismissive, or when he really wanted to know, like he was an inch of pouring lemon juice and smothering glass in a open wound. The fact that Gaara asked that question at all was what bothered and shocked the man most. His little brother had a crush?

"W-who?" He stuttered, speaking so low it was more of a movement of lips. The younger ninja looked annoyed but his facial expression did not change. Instead of answering he turned his head and stared off towards the ANBU in question. Kankuro followed his gaze.

"The girl with the huge rack?" Kankuro had a one track mind.

"Hatake." Curt, short, explained nothing. It had the sand jounin nin bugging his eyes from his sockets but Gaara continued.

"I've been thinking about him all day. He aided me earlier this morning but rather than focus on that I was more interested in what kind of person he is. Naruto has spoken of him, very little, but what I got was he is a 'confusing old bastard who is kind of cool and really kick ass and powerful.' Which is hardly helpful but he is noted as a possible next Hokage for Leaf." as Gaara spoke he continued to watch the jounin as Kankuro silently looked on; in his head he was crying out. 'Oh my god, no Gaara! Not you! Not gay! Why god, why!?' But he could no scream that out, not here. Especially never say that to his little brother because even if it was a man, it was a miracle to see the boy looking at anyone as a romantic partner. Kankuro had an investigation to be doing.

"Well Gaara that is just, ummm, admiration! Yes Hatake is ah, sort of like someone you look up to. Like a hero-type, maybe..."

"I see. How about when I saw him half naked and wet, my heart rate fluctuate and stomach clenched as I felt my face rise with heat. Is that normal?" The Kazekage had an amount of innocent expression when he asked that. Absolutely no other intent then the pursuit of knowledge, and he had no one to turn too than his older brother to find out the answers to one of life's common questions. For a child of eight. It was sad that at sixteen years old Gaara was now finally hitting puberty. What was worse was that it was him who had to tell him. For a brief moment he wondered if his baby brother even knew what sex was. Thinking about Gaara and sex and Kakashi was daunting. He felt queasy all of a sudden.

"That's… ummm… usually something... these things sometimes happen with people who... like someone, yeah." Kankuro was hesitant, and Gaara was frowning more than usual. His older brothers explanation was vague at best. He should think to ask someone else. Maybe Naruto, but the blond seemed less reliable. Perhaps he should address Kakashi himself. He read porn and was older, and unlike his brother, experienced. Thinking he could get no more from the other man he dropped the issue. The chuunin exams were taking place and he should at least look like he was watching. It in fact directly affected him and his village to know all the talent he had under him. He thought this, but his green eyes wandered to the figure still immersed in his book even when the next battle started.

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She's already started the next chapter. What a demon...