Twisted Fate of Desire

I Do Not Own Naruto.

Chapter One

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"Oh, stop dreaming, Sasori!" Gaara lectured as the two red heads crunched through the burnt red hued autumn leaves in the courtyard. Sasori sighed noisily, folding his arms across his chest, and glanced over at his childhood friend. Gaara side glanced at his dreamy looking partner in question. A small smirk pulled at the right side of his soft pink lips as he reached out with his gloved hand to capture Sasori's clad hand. Sasori was taken back slightly at the gesture but didn't protest. He enjoyed the kindness of his eighteen year old friend. He was younger than Gaara by eight months. Soon, he would turn eighteen but until then he stayed at the younger age of seventeen.

As soon as the red heads located a spot to settle down, Gaara pulled Sasori against his chest in a possessive way. He would not admit it out loud but he really adored his friend more than just a casual friend. They had gone through so much together since they were in kindergarten up until now. It was their last year in high school and on the borderline of universities and pursuing their own careers. Sasori didn't mind the closeness of Gaara's warm coat against his cheek. He was shorter than Gaara by a couple of inches but not extremely short. He was an average 5'8'' while Gaara stood at a towering height of 6'1''.

Gaara pressed Sasori into his coat clad chest with his strong arms wrapped tightly around the younger red head's waist. Sasori hugged back with an equal amount of force and smiled sweetly. It was nice to be held in someone else's arms during the colder seasons. The gust of winds did not help the two stay warm, which caused them to huddle closer together. Suddenly the strong winds lessened and a feminine voice from above them spoke up. Sasori and Gaara glanced up in unison at the stranger. Well, she was no stranger. She was one of their old friends that they used to be close to until that flirtatious blonde walked into the picture behind their backs.

"What are you two lovebirds doing out here? Skipping class again?" The voice sounded smug, which made Gaara's blood boil with fury. He craved nothing more than to wipe that smug look off of her pretty little face. Sasori glared slightly at the traitor of a friend with pink colored hair and emerald green eyes.

"Can't you see that we are trying to make out?" Gaara blurted out with full emotion evident in his voice. Sasori's cheeks heated up a tickle me pink color as Gaara tilted his chin up slightly between his index finger and thumb. Before the younger red head could back away, his childhood friend's soft pink lips connected with his own. He wanted to resist but his heart was racing and pounding loudly against his rib cage. Suddenly Sasori felt Gaara's persistent tongue poke between his slightly parted lips. With a small squeeze on his crotch from Gaara's hand, he took full advantage and slipped his tongue inside Sasori's gasping mouth. Sakura stood there in horror as she watched her ex friends making out without any shame in front of her eyes. Other students started to become curious of what was going on under the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard.

Sasori felt pleasure flood through his veins and blood travel southward to his crotch. Gaara smirked into the kiss when he felt Sasori's erection poke against his own. A low pleased moan escaped Sasori's mouth as soon as Gaara brush his pelvis against his seductively. The younger high school student squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed the uncut grass beneath him as Gaara kissed his jawline and licked down his neck. Small butterfly kisses adorned his creamy soft neck as his scarf was slipped off with ease. Before he could protest, Gaara sucked on the side of his neck until a hickey was left in its path. Sasori immediately pushed him off and clutched the blemished area where Gaara left his love mark. He glanced around to see smirking students with their cellphones out and recording the scene. He quickly turned away with his cheeks a rosy red color to display how embarrassed he was at that moment.

"I think I made my point…" Gaara announced assertively and stood up as he grabbed his stunned looking friend's gloved hand. He reeled him in against his chest and Sasori hid his face from the crowd. He was barely known in this school for anything. Throughout high school, Sasori simply blended in with the crowd and stayed to himself and Gaara. Now, almost the entire senior class were gathered around the two red heads who publicly displayed an eyeful amount of affection.

"That was super sexy!" A random girl shouted from within the crowd and others cheered them on. Sasori wanted to run away at that moment. Even though he felt safe in Gaara's strong arms, he could not endure all of this unwanted attention any longer. He had to make a run for it. And so he did. He shoved himself out of Gaara's loving arms and rushed off through the crowd. He squeezed his brown eyes shut as he dashed on through the crowd of chatting students.

Crash!

"Whoa! Watch out!" The class president shouted in surprise and winked as he stumbled back a hair from the impact. Sasori fell down on his back and then registered who exactly was talking to him. He was gorgeous. He was tall, strong, and downright handsome. His long blonde tresses danced playfully in the wind as he reached down to help Sasori stand up.

"Are you okay?" He smirked playfully as he reached out to pull a leaf from the red head's hair. A blush heated up on his cheeks and a slight flinch followed from the closeness from the most popular guy in school. Sasori nodded shyly and wrapped his navy blue scarf around his neck tighter to hide away the hickey that Gaara left. Deidara was the infamous flirt and big shot of the entire high school. He could win over anyone with his charming vibes and charismatic outlook on life. He was the class president and he was a part of almost every club you could think of.

Before Sasori could manage to say anything else to this beautiful eighteen year old student, Deidara waved him off at the fact that he was okay and nothing more was worth saying. He sighed in despair, glancing back at the crowd of seniors in his class.

Later on that day, Gaara caught up to his childhood friend with a loving smile. He thought up an idea to lift up his best friend's spirits. Sasori halted in his steps, turned to his taller friend, and pocketed his gloved hands in his side coat pockets. Gaara pulled him into an embrace and sniffed Sasori's strawberry scented red tresses. The younger red head's brown eyes lowered to the ground and stared at their touching shoes.

"You should stay at my place tonight, Sasori. I mean we have no school tomorrow. Remember? We have Fall Break." Gaara convinced his silent friend into spending the night with him. He desperately wanted to resume the previous actions that they committed today in the courtyard under the cherry blossom tree. The rush of adrenaline drove Gaara wild with desire for his childhood friend. He wanted to mount him on the couch in his living room. He was extremely thankful that his family members all went out of town on a business trip. Gaara was old enough to look after himself anyways. Sooner or later, he would have to move out and live on his own. Sasori was the sheltered type who still had his grandmother taking care of him at home. He was quite the spoiled type but didn't display it onto others.

"I guess so. But I have to inform my grandmother first." The younger student reeled out his dark red cellphone as they resumed walking down the old familiar sidewalk that led to their neighborhood. In fact, Sasori lived about five houses down from Gaara but his grandmother had to know what was going on. He dialed the memorized phone number and listened closely as it started to lowly ring into his ear. Approximately four rings later, his grandmother picked up the phone and greeted Sasori kindly.

"Hello, Grandma. I'm staying at Gaara's house this weekend. I love you." Sasori smiled into the cellphone as she confirmed his request. He pressed the end call button and placed his cellphone back into his left side coat pocket. Gaara's heart raced as Sasori turned to smile up at him.

"She said okay!" Sasori cheered with excitement clear in his voice. Gaara swung his eager left hand over to capture Sasori's lonely unoccupied right hand. Sasori enjoyed the affectionate side of Gaara so much. He wanted to date Gaara but he had a crush on the flirty Deidara. His emotions were so conflicting and he just couldn't chose presently. Speaking of presently, Gaara was opening his front door and guided Sasori in the familiar house. They spent the night multiple times before but this time it would seem different. Gaara was romantically and sexually attracted to Sasori. He knew it was downright wrong to take advantage of their friendship and take drastic measures, but he desired Sasori more than anyone could ever imagine.

"Let's play a game, Sasori." Gaara proposed suddenly as soon as the front door locked with a click. Sasori nods, walking over to the long red leather couch in the spacious living room. Before Sasori could properly seat himself down on the furniture, Gaara tackled him down on to the couch. Sasori gasped out in bewilderment at his best friend's unexpected actions. He was starting to figure out that Gaara obviously had feelings towards him now. Gaara unbuttoned his black and gray plaid coat and unraveled his dark crimson red scarf around his neck in one fluid motion. Next, the older red head kissed his soft parted pink lips shyly at first. The touch between them sent waves of pleasure and Gaara deepened the kiss with his tongue prying Sasori's mouth open. Their tongues wrestled for dominance as hands fumbled to remove clothes. Sasori was only clad in his black boxer briefs and Gaara was sporting an erection at the sight of Sasori's bulge. Gaara was clad in only his blue boxers and a devilish glint in his teal eyes.

"Isn't it obvious, Sasori?" Gaara breathed out as he rubbed his erection against Sasori's erection. Sasori simply moaned in response to the action. The friction between them; It was teasing and made Sasori crave the closeness. He wanted this type of attention. He wanted it with Deidara. No, he wanted it with Gaara. His feelings were so conflicted between his best friend and his crush. He would never be able to enjoy this affection with Deidara. The blonde didn't even ask him his name or introduce himself. There really was no need in doing so. First of all, Deidara could probably care less who he was. Secondly, the blonde didn't need to introduce himself since everyone already knew who he was.

"What's obvious?" Sasori asked dumbly as he blindly grasped Gaara's nearby pillow on the couch. Gaara's smirk widened and he licked his parted lips seductively.

"It's obvious how much we want each other, Sasori." Gaara purred lowly and tucked a strand of red hair behind Sasori's ear. Sasori's cheeks heated up at the realization of his friend's motives. Before Gaara proceeded to remove Sasori's black boxer briefs, Sasori's cellphone vibrated loudly and produced a prolonged chime.

"No, please don't ruin the moment. Are you really going to do this, Sasori?" Gaara questioned in annoyance as he watched his object of affection glance at him and then ignore him as he reached over to grab the cellphone.

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