Prologue.
A/N: Well, prologue of sorts. It's more like a super short first chapter. I have a vague idea about where I'm going with this, and I already have pairings and relationships/friendships sorted. It's just about getting the damn story out, now. I hope that you enjoy it.
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"Damnit, Gaara, I just had that made!" Naruto whined, looking slightly up and into the eyes of the man who currently had him pinned up against a stone wall in one of the servant's corridors, "Do you really just feel some spontaneous need to ruin my clothing every time you see me?"
Gaara smirked a little and let the ripped shirt fall to the floor. He had never been one for words above actions.
"I mean, come on, I know you like to get it on with me and stuff," continued the blond, "but you're slowly wearing down my entire wardrobe!"
"That's not all I'd like to wear down."
Blanching slightly, Naruto tried not to moan when the slightly taller man ran a tongue along his collar bone, while simultaneously attempting to hold in a shiver at how expressionless the man's voice had been when he had said that.
"Dinner is in half an hour, and if I'm not there, dad will lose it," Naruto tried half heartedly to push the other man back, "Last time I wasn't there--which was your fault as well, if you had forgotten—I couldn't help but to notice the giant look of disapproval he sent my way, or the massive lecture he gave me when the servants had left the room!"
"I don't understand how that is my fault." Gaara's face was blank, but Naruto knew him well enough to know very well that he was holding in a large smirk that bordered on a disturbing leer behind his mask of indifference.
"Because," Naruto growled, "every time you want a fuck, you pull me out of whatever I was doing, regardless of how important it was, drag me into the nearest crevice and fuck my brains out!"
Gaara did smirk this time, "And what about all the times that you 'want a fuck'?" he fired back at the spitfire blond, "Have I not dropped whatever I had been doing to accommodate you?" The word 'literally' went unsaid, but the insinuation was clear to both boys.
"It's not the same, you bastard!" Naruto retaliated, "You are not the prince to the entire kingdom! You don't have the responsibilities that I have. The most important things that I've ever dragged you out of have been a bath, a lesson on etiquette in the royal court with some wrinkled old man that had fallen asleep on the table anyway, and that time you decided it would be fun to hole yourself up in the kitchen and eat every damn sweet you could find!"
"As I recall, your Highness," Gaara's voice dripped with sarcasm, "that bath was very important. I hadn't washed my hair for a few days beforehand."
Picking his shirt up with an indignant huff, Naruto retrieved his discarded jacket and walked to the end of the corridor. Looking over his shoulder as he shrugged the jacket on to hide his naked torso, he found Gaara standing not too far behind him, hair tousled from earlier actions, and a disgruntled look on his face.
"Oh come on, don't look so pissed," the big softy that he really was shining through, Naruto flashed a bright smile at the Duke of Suna, "We'll have plenty of time for a quickie after dinner."
Muttering something that sounded suspiciously like 'I wanted it now for fuck's sake', Gaara smoothed his clothes over before joining Naruto in their walk to the dining hall.
He hoped that nobody would notice that he was missing a shirt.
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