AN: That's the first RP world session we had with Panur – quite long one, and I find it rather pleasing if you don't mind the fact both characters are a bit silly (but not stupid). Enjoy!

There was nothing interesting in Gaara's room. That, he could have lived with - there really hadn't been much in where he had spent most of his life, and in fact, there was more furniture here than there. The problem was that there was no Gaara in Gaara's room, and that made things very bad. He'd woken up today and spent most of the day looking around the place (no Gaara on sight), had lunch with Gaara's brother and sister (they gave him ramen which was very good, but still: no Gaara) and after bothering Shikamaru for long enough the boy had told him to go look for him in his room, so he had decided to do exactly that. It was easy to find, the place full of humans and Gaara smelling like him, but he hadn't been there either and so Kyuubi had decided to curl on his bed and wait for him to appear.

Gaara was content. Not really in a good everything-I-had-to-do-went-fine matter, but not in a that-could-do-because-nothing-else-could-do matter either. He was wandering around the corridors for the whole morning and managed to spot a guy who was nice enough to give him an old newspaper. It was three weeks old, but it didn't really matter since he had never really been taught how to read and toyed with every page painfully slowly. Today though, it seemed to be his lucky day, since it was covered in big letters and looked colorful and enjoyable to skip around the pictures themselves. He didn't feel particularly hungry since he had eaten yesterday and he could go on without proper meal for awhile, so he decided to just go back to his room and enjoy his piece of new treat. He loved to read about news from 'out there', wherever it really was. But when he was heading the door of his room, he felt that something was not right. The smell... the smell was different. Not exactly his. When he touched his door he already knew who it was. Naruto. The blond hyper guy. Not that he particularly cared, he didn't mind his presence after all - but he'd rather enjoy his newspaper in silence without the blonde talking his head off about everything. And it wasn't because he felt shy (gods, no!) because he could be seen as not very smart (heck no!) for being retarded on reading (surely no!). It was just that... well...

...ah, but it didn't matter anymore, did it? Naruto seemed to be rather immobile right now. Little circle of immobility in Gaara's personal bed. 'Joy' - he thought gravy - 'Now my bed will be full of his SMELL. Whole night in the presence of sour odor of the other's mush'. He really should have just tell him o n c e again that he wasn't particularly fond of such things. But since he didn't really mind, and well, Naruto looked so different than usual when he was not talking for awhile and he liked that side of his colleague too, he decided to not disturb him. Just sit in the closest chair and start reading. Something about hearts and couples. So he could tell about it to Naruto later and do a right impression on him. Right. He smiled at the idea. Yes. He liked impressing the blond.

Rustling sound.

Naruto scrunched his eyes and tried to pull the Gaara's nice blanket closer around him, covering his ears. It was nice and warm where he was and he didn't want to be interrupted by more
paper rustling sound. That for some reason kept coming… there would be a few seconds of pause every now and then, and then he would starts dozing off and the RUSTLE SOUND would come again and disturb him. Making an annoyed snarling sound he straightened, glaring at the source of the noise. The source of noise had red hair, and as the only person he knew with red hair that was that red was Gaara, the snarl changed to a happy yip and then he was tackling the older boy down.

'Gaara!'

Gaara tipped over, nearly loosing balance and tripping them both with a chair, but he kept steady. He looked at the ball of sunshine that decided to tackle him suddenly and smiled a little, though this couldn't be visible to Naruto, since he had his head angled in a different direction. Yes, he indeed smelled nice. That kind of smell that kept him awake. That kind of smell that was homely and warm.

'Naruto' he said in acknowledgment, stroking the blond on the head and trying to get the newspaper in the proper shape, since it's been all crusted and crumpled now 'What are you doing in my room?'

The younger blond had his arms around the redhead, apparently not having minded or noticed the fact they were now sprawled on the floor, and nudged the other's hand to get him to pet him again.

'I was looking for you, but you weren't anywhere, so Shikamaru told me to look for you here!'

Gaara looked at the blond questioningly and let himself pet yellow hair some more. Naruto surely was in the good mood today.

'Nice to see you too.' he said, letting go of Naruto and laying his head back on the cold floor. Not the best position to enjoy the company, but he didn't mind that either. Such a tolerant mood for his usual moody self 'But what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in your room and train your social skills?'

Naruto sat up on, still straddling the other`s waist and smiled.

'I wanted to be with you. I just couldn`t find you anywhere else'

The blond looked down at the same place Gaara was, then back up, smiling brightly.

'Who told you you can get so touchy feely?' Gaara snarled, suddenly feeling very annoyed at the closure. It's not that he didn't like it. It was more that he actually did like it. In awkward kind of way. And Naruto was surely overdriving his patience. True, he let the blond boy close in past few days and broke his own rule about keeping people away from himself within the three meters pole range, but that was it. He could like the blond, okay. He could give him a pat on the head, sure. And talk over the newspaper. But that was it.

'Get off!' he scowled, though not as angrily as he would scowl at his brother, for example. Yes. The lighter kind of aggressiveness. 'Please.' he added after a long thought. Yes. 'Please' should do. Especially told straight into Naruto's face, since he was now sitting completely straight with Naruto on his lap.

Naruto flinched at the voice, and quickly scrambled off the older male, a small whimper sound coming from his throat as he stared at the redhead. The 'please' afterward did little to settle his nerves, the blond being extremely sensitive to other people being aggressive to him, especially someone like Gaara. He didn't know what he was doing wrong, but it always seemed like if he was doing something to make the other yell at him…

'I'm sorry…' he mumbled dejectedly from his current spot, pressing against the other's bed, some good three feet away from Gaara.

Gaara stood up and brushed off his pants, not looking in Naruto's way. Then he got the chair standing like it should, not feeling a little bit of guilty. Not a little... well, maybe just a little. Only a bit... not that big bit. But disturbing bit. He didn't like when Naruto stopped being all smiles and sunshine. Silence looked good on him only when he slept after all.

'Naruto.' he said sternly, coming closer to him and feeling now quite a big lump of guilt inside his stomach, when the other flinched at his steps nearer. He opened his mouth, but no words really came out. He didn't know blond for too long, and he wasn't really good in his social skills so he was void of things to say. But it really made him feel bad when he saw the blond sitting like that. So he opened his mouth and spoke up for the safest subject he thought would do 'I have a newspaper... want to read it with me?'

He remembered how the blond was eager for knowing a lot about the outside world long time ago and even if they hadn't brought that topic yet, it seemed good enough for Gaara. So he offered his, now crumpled newspaper to Naruto, hoping that he would stop doing his defensive stance.

Naruto stared at the other with distrust for a second or two, almost as if expecting another outburst, then straightened a little, looking at the crumbled piece of paper on the redhead's hands.

'What? From outside?' Naruto had been taught how to read. It was part of the project to see if he actually could be taught, considering he had been the only one created in a laboratory, the genetically changes they wanted to create having previously been directly applied to humans, while in his case his genetic makeup had been directly altered before he was even 'born'.

For years a group of researchers had left him reading material, but it had always been boring, nothing inside told him stuff from outside, except in stories, and even he knew that things there weren't always real. But he knew what a newspaper was, he'd just never actually seen or touched one. Carefully he scooted closer to the redhead.

'Yes, from outside.' Gaara said and opened it on the random page and showing pictures to yellow head. He hadn't gotten far with his reading, but he was lucky enough to open it just in the place where there was a photo of a big mass of water, sun getting down and pair of people walking hand in hand along the seashore 'See?'
He shifted a little, wanting to just grab the blond and get him close and far enough at the same time. Naruto was such a strange creature. Sometimes he would cover in fear, sometimes he would just stand so close he would forget that personal space existed. He didn't get it. When he wanted, he just took anything, but never bothered with other people much. They weren't exactly nice to him and he was not nice to the either and that worked somehow.

But not with the blond. He blinked, remembering that it was always like that and that he never really got used to it. He felt his presence like something completely natural, and yet the blond had begun waking in him... urges... needs... he didn't really recognize and thus, was not sure what to do with them. And that smell. Some days it was just...

...ah, yes, exactly that. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Yes. Intoxicating.
But that didn't matter now, did it. He was in worse trouble now. He wanted to read newspaper with him, but it didn't seem really appealing to him since it was so hard to squint the letters from it. He, out of a habit, bitten on his finger and looked at the paper like if it had hurt him deeply. This was going to turn out pretty shameful.

'Hmm?' The blue eyes quickly scanned the word on the advertisement.

'Miami…' he said thoughtfully.

'Looks pretty. Is it far away from here?' he inched closer, and when that proved still useless for him to get comfortable enough , he ducked under one of the redheads arms and moved so he was occupying the empty space between the other's legs, bringing the newspaper down so he could look at it. '…seems you have to go there in a boat,' he muttered, leaning back on the older boy's chest.

'You're hopeless.' he murmured, seeing how the blond managed to attack his personal space yet again. When he saw blue eyes looking back at him with question he turned his head to the newspaper avoiding them, trying to read out the blurry lines. 'Flo-rida...' he read out loud, squinting and getting the newspaper closer, so he could see it better and accidentally pressing Naruto even closer to his chest.

Warmth of the body didn't help much. He tried propping his head on the others shoulder and then on top of his head, but that really didn't do a thing.

'It's very far' he said after some silence, scanning the words like 'America' and 'Atlantic Ocean'. He shifted, trying to read out some more. 'On-ly a few... days with our... ship...'

He scowled and brushed his finger over the sentence he wanted to read. Sadly, it had drop of blood from his previous bite, so it smudged over the paper and made it less readable than before .

'Oh, damn it... but I bet it's not as nice as it looks like on the picture.'

Naruto didn't seem to mind the other shifting against him at all, or even notice the obvious difficulty Gaara had to read the words. He really didn't mind being this close to Gaara... He actually liked it, especially when he wasn't being yelled at. The bright red called his attention, and he watched in fascination as the paper quickly absorbed and extended the stain. Without thinking, he reached for the other's hand, bringing his knees up so the paper wouldn't fall now that only one of Gaara's hand was occupied by it.

'Why do you say that?' he asked distractedly, leaning and licking the dribbling blood, then propping the other's fingers into his mouth to stop the bleeding.

'Because it's an advertisement, just look at this pimped out coup-...' He stopped, looking at Naruto with wide eyes. Was he... licking his fingers? His bloody fingers? But it did feel so nice and warm inside his mouth. Ad somewhat slippery. Funny. Out of curiosity he moved his digits to touch the insides of Naruto's mouth and felt something wiggly - probably Naruto's tongue. Felt good. Very good.

Actually, felt absolutely right. So he shifted yet again, this time calmly lying his head in Naruto's shoulder and concentrating whole-heartedly on the physical warmth and muttered quietly 'couple' ending the sentence, straight into Naruto's ear.

'Sometimes I think that love is an absolute idiocy.' he murmured in the same position, looking at the picture. Come to think of it, he felt now more peaceful.

It was hard, cleaning the blood when Gaara kept moving his finger, and he kept having to chase it, but the redhead finally seemed to settle. It was nicer now, Gaara kind of slumped a warm, solid weight against him. He kept looking at the picture, not seeing what was so bad about this couple, but mostly not understanding what `pimped out` meant, his lack of knowledge of slang making it very hard to decipher.

'Hmmm?' he finally removed the other's fingers from his mouth, licking his own lips as he turned to stare at him. 'Why?'

'Because it's limited.' Gaara whispered looking at Naruto's innocent eyes staring at him and then observing how pink tongue danced on pink lips. 'Is there any sense to have a blind bliss on this world when only normal people can have it?' he said, pointing at the couple on the picture.

When the gaze still held a question, he opened his mouth again: 'We are not allowed to love. We are not.' he moved his clean finger to his mouth to bite it again, but stopped himself when he tasted it and decided to slide his hand down by Naruto's side instead.

'I had a family once. They loved me, or so they say now. But I was taken away from them. I am not supposed to love. I am different. And so are you. We both are. Love is not for us. It's idiotic.' he said, ending his little talk, looking at the picture with dislike. It made sense to him. Perfect sense.

Naruto opened his mouth to protest when the older boy tried to bite himself again, but then he lowered his hand and ran it down his side, making the blonde shiver lightly at the ticklish feeling.

'Temari-chan and Kankuro really do love you, Gaara!' he protested. Gaara obviously didn't know what he was saying. He had a family and they had spent YEARS looking for him, that meant they loved him, for sure! Who else would do something like that? Naruto would kill to have a family of his own, even if they weren't normal, like him. 'And why shouldn't you be able to love anyone? No one's stopping you from doing it!'

'They say they do.' he answered, shrugging slightly. He didn't know those people, seriously. Big one, Kankuro, just seemed to be the loose guy who got scared a little too easily when he got a bad mood. The girl on the other hand, looked like if she was torn between scolding him for whatever he did in those bad moods and giving him an understanding nod. They didn't remind him those two he left as a kid when they took him out to experimentations.

'And why do you think you are allowed to love only because you're not stopped from doing it? I'm a laboratory freak, a monster. And not a good one. Not even a complete one like you. Who would love a monster? Nobody will love me. Nobody will love you. Nobody will love us. Nobody.' he said, putting an emphasis on the last word. 'But it's better that way. No stupid running on the beach and looking like idiots.'

Naruto flinched at being called a monster, but Gaara continued before he could get a word to say he wasn't one, perfect or not. He wasn't a monster! He could make friends and make people care for him and he could make people love him if he tried to! If no one had loved him so far it was because he hadn't had the chance, but now he was building relationships and getting to know new people and he was allowed to go around as much a she pleased—he could be loved!

'If no one is stopping you from loving anyone, then what makes you think you aren't allowed to do it?' He turned around, staring at the other sternly. 'You are lucky people try to love you, you are so lucky people loved you enough to look for you all this time, but if you don't love them it's because you don't want to, not because you can't!'

Gaara looked back into blue eyes. Oh, there he went again. Once behaved like a cuddly cat, now here he goes with smart talking. He wasn't right, of course (well, maybe he got some little point...), but he looked like if he knew the absolute truth. But blueness... blueness of those eyes, the fierce pinpointing... that was distracting.

'You...' he said, furrowing his nonexistent eyebrows. 'Stop doing that... being like that. And your mouth...' he said and then, just to add to the factor, he covered Naruto's mouth with his hand. 'They talk too much. Stop.' And then the redhead closed his eyes and nuzzled slowly Naruto's neck with his nose, just barely touching the lowest part of the ear. Oh, the smell. Dazzling.

'Stop making sense.' Because this seriously was getting out of his hand, his mind and everything else and was just so full of normalcy that he didn't know if he was only in or just out of his mind anymore.

Naruto had no intention of shutting up, especially when Gaara was openly running away from an argument he was so obviously winning, and he was seriously considering biting the other's hands to force him to let go of his mouth, but luckily before he could, Gaara did something that distracted him.
Gaara usually just let him touch him, and that had been just recently. He never touched him back other than to pat his head sometimes… and the feeling of the other pressing against his skin made make an unsettled sound in the back of his throat, not knowing how to react. Hesitantly, he pressed his cheek against the side of the other's head and nuzzled it, one hand reaching to press to the redhead's chest.

Who knew. Who knew that Naruto could MEWL. Or be even more cuddly than he already was. Or somewhat clingy. Gaara opened his eyes just a little bit, only to look at nothing in particular, being lost in his own world of sensations. The smell was fine. He liked it. The smell... But the taste? Now that was ridiculous. Why would he want to taste someone? And yet, he wanted to. Rather badly.

'Only a little taste.' he told to himself as he closed his eyes, opened his mouth and slowly, delicately, almost in ghostly manner licked Naruto's skin just below his ear.

'You are. Not. Helping' he murmured, commenting on rather clingy behavior of blond. He closed his mouth, trying to recognize the new sensation. It didn't taste like anything in particular. Just... skin-like. Which reminded him...

...that he really didn't eat anything today.

'I'm hungry' he murmured into blond's neck, staying in the same position for a second or two, and then completely throwing him off and standing up. 'I'm going to eat.'

And with those words he went out, leaving his blue-eyed cuddliness in the middle of his own room.