Author: Silver and Grey
Title: BASS LINE

Category: AU, GaaNaru, slight NejiNaru.
Warnings: OOC, Male pairings. Mansex.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

A/N: Most of this story is dialogue- this is something I realised while my sister was beta reading the first chapter for me. I just can't be bothered going into detail. X)
Hey, wow! I wasn't expecting to get so many reviews (it's a lot for me) straight after I posted! is in awe. Thank you very much for your support X) I will try to make chapters longer, but my reasoning is that if I do, I wont post as soon as many of you would like me to. On the other hand, I'll probably be posting at irregular intervals because of year 12 this year anyway so I'll try my best to make them longer! I got a few requests (as you do) to update, and I'm happy to say that already had this chapter written up before I posted the first one X3. Enjoy the boylove!

BASS LINE Chapter Two

The door swung open and a black clad person stalked into the room, iPod in his ears and music blaring out of the earphones. As he entered, slim strong hands reached up to push a hood back from his face. Strands of bright red hair fell delicately over a pale, beautiful face and the tattoo on his forehead was partly obscured by the fringe that had grown over the top of it.

Neji looked up from tuning his bass, concern marring his otherwise gracefully beautiful face. His pale violet eyes met green ones full of strain and confusion.

"You've been gone since Sunday night, Gaara," Neji set his bass aside and stood to face his friend.

Gaara feigned indifference, "And?"

"It's now Thursday evening." Neji took a hesitant step toward the singer, having experienced the sudden violence of his friend before, "Where have you been? Kankuro and Sai have been freaking out and not only because we haven't had a singer for the past two gigs!"

The names of their bands drummer- and also Gaara's elder brother- and the guitarist made Gaara look up sharply, no doubt making him realise once again that he wasn't the only one responsible for and interested in his safety and well being.

"Hinata has locked herself in her room and she refuses to play until you came back," Neji motioned to the violin sitting in the corner, untouched for the past three days, "Where in Konoha have you been?"

There was no answer from the singer.

"You were at the beach again, weren't you?" Neji ventured, continuing when he younger man stared at him, "Gaara?"

Gaara looked away, muttering something that sounded like "the sand's comforting for some obscure reason…" and when he looked back at Neji, his eyes were filled with despair.

"I can't get him out of my thoughts," his quiet voice was loud against the silence of the room, "That blond. It's been making me insane…"

It's not fair that some random person should make Otouto so upset…

Neji took a deep breath before he spoke, trying to ignore the green eyes that had become large, reflecting inner conflict, "You're fooling around all the time, aren't you?"

A nod.

"Then why is it different this time?" he continued, "You've always had a thing for these ones. You know, blond, brown eyes…"

"He had blue."

"Blue?" Neji was confused, "Blue what? Hair? I thought you said he was blond! Or did you do two in one night? Twins?"

A frustrated sigh.

"Eyes, Neji. Blue goddamn eyes!" Gaara waved a hand in the air absently, "It's different this time. I saw those damn eyes from the stage and he was in the middle of a crowd! When we were in the car, I could hardly drive straight- I wanted him bad, more than I've ever wanted any of them before, I wanted those eyes to cloud up for me! And it's strange, Neji-nii. He had these marks on his cheeks- like whiskers. I think they were scars. But…blue, Neji. Not brown. Blue."

Neji tried to contain a strangled yelp at the uncharacteristically helpless tone in the velvety voice, and stepped forward once more to envelope the younger man in his arms.

The silken voice emerged again, muffled by Neji's tank top, "I don't even know his name. Or how old he is."

"Let's just say that to succumb to you like that, he is old enough." Neji held his friend close, and felt something wet through his top.

A tear.

"Let's find out who this boy is, hey Otouto?" Neji said quietly, "I want to find out why he's so damn special."

"Me too."

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A/N: To clear up confusion.

Neji and Gaara are not brothers by blood or marriage. Only by the closest of friendships. They grew up together, which may be mentioned later on.
Gaara was a little dramatic because he hadn't really had any feelings like these before our little blond bounced in his direction. He'd just been fooling around, as is mentioned.

Also, I chose the people that I did for the band because they were among the only one's left that were suitable. Temari will probably make an appearance. Gaara is nineteen because I didn't want him to still be in school. Therefore he's a year older than our eighteen year old schoolboys, and Neji is still two years older than Naruto and co. Temari would be 22. Kankuro 21, and Kakashi 30.

On another note, I just had a laughing fit over having to add the word 'mansex' to my dictionary. Ha
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The sun was bright in his eyes, and glared off the back of Neji's white t-shirt. Gaara glared right back. If there was anything that he hated, it would be hot days. He had a maximum of two shirts as opposed to a minimum of about eighty hoodies and jumpers. He had been forced to filch one of Neji's many wife-beaters for lack of anything else to wear that would both accommodate the weather and still be fashionable.

"How can you show this much skin?" He stepped a little quicker, so that he was walking beside the long haired twenty year old, "And without getting burnt?"

Neji gave him a sideways glance that screamed 'you dumbass' and said, "If you didn't wear black so much, you wouldn't get sunburnt in the first place."

Gaara snorted, rubbing the top of his right arm with his left hand in a gesture of discomfort.

"Enah, Neji!" He made a whining noise, taking his friend off, "Black looks good on me, anyway."

"Black makes you look creepy," Neji countered, rounding a corner after Gaara, "You should wear white more often. It makes you look…softer."

"Fashion queen…" Gaara grumbled, and shoved his hands into his jean pockets, "You should have been born a damn girl. Maybe that's why you have long hair! You look androgynous anyway, maybe whoever created you couldn't decide which gender you would look prettier in. And I can't believe you didn't let me take my car! The blond's house is ages away!"

Neji ignored him, instead opting to walk beside his brother in silence. They were approaching a large fence, which resembled prison gates with all the bars and spikes topping it. Gaara had passed this way often enough, having to pass it on his way to certain places, and was unsurprised to see it there. Neji, however, seemed shocked upon seeing it, and stood at the fence eyeing the large building warily.

"This always been here?" He asked, without turning.

Gaara caught up to him, and shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so. It's only a building, Neji."

"No. It's an academy." Neji looked to him, and when he got nothing but a puzzled look he sighed and said, "A school. A high-school."

Gaara 'ooohh'ed and laughed, "I always thought this place was a shut-down prison or something" and made to walk off when a loud ringing rang through the school yard and right into his skull.

"The children are coming out to play," Neji explained, smiling at Gaara when the red-head mumbled something about Neji sounding like a creep, "Look, the doors are opening."

"Why the hell is this so damn exiting?" Gaara wanted out of there, he wanted to go to the blond's house, find out who he was already.

"I have a feeling-" Neji was cut off by a loud yell from one of the students emerging from the double doors at the front of the academy.

"Static?! The hell?"

Neji looked at Gaara, wondering what the hell whoever was screaming was talking about but the singer's jaw had dropped open and he was staring at whoever had made the noise, eyes wide in shock.

"You're a school-kid?!" Gaara pointed a finger at the person who had yelled, "And what the hell is 'static'?!"

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Naruto glared at Kiba as they sat down in their usual spot on the grass. The brown haired teen had not stopped laughing ever since their earlier surprise meeting with the red-head, who they now knew to be Gaara.

"I'm picking you up after school, kid," Gaara had said this with not a little conviction, and the friend he had with him had harboured a small smile on his face, "You know my car. You better be here, you here me, whiskers? We need to talk."

Naruto had just nodded, saying nothing.

"What's your name, anyway?" Gaara had softened up, tilting his head to the side, awaiting his answer.

"Uke-Naru-chan!" Kiba shouted, waving a hand in the air, "And may I say, he was very pleased to meet you!"

A blush had stained Naruto's cheeks, and he had said softly, "It's Naruto. Uzamaki Naruto."

A slow grin had spread across the singer's face, but he had said nothing, and had opted to just tug his friend's sleeve and walk off.

"I can't believe you!" Naruto accused Kiba, slapping him upside the head as he sat in the grass, Shino beside him, "'Uke-Naru-chan'? You tool!"

Shino spoke up, gently reprimanding his lover, "That was a little harsh, Kiba. Now that…Gaara…is going to think Naruto's been telling us everything, in detail."

Kiba's mouth fell open, then his face scrunched up in distaste, "I don't want to know! Detail? Ew!"

Shino rolled his eyes after taking his sunglasses off, and whacked Kiba in the arm with them.

"Oh, okay, okay," Kiba turned to Naruto, "I'm sorry. But 'Uke-Naru-chan' just fits!"

Shikamaru laughed softly at his friends' antics and watched the clouds roll by, his hands behind his head.

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Gaara leant against his car, and ignored the awed stares from both girls and boys that were filing out the gate. More than one of them gave him a long glance up and down when they thought he wasn't looking. He didn't care- he'd dressed like this for exactly that reason, though the school kid he was aiming to impress was- at least his friends called him it- 'Uke-Naru-chan'.

Tight dark jeans showed off his legs nicely and one of Neji's black wife-beaters was complemented with a plain silver chain around his neck. He wore plain black shoes, reflecting his simplicity in taste. Neji had said that he looked "sexy for a nineteen year old school boy molester" and Gaara had been satisfied, despite the insult that had earned Neji an icy glare and a playful smack on his backside.

Said long-haired twenty year old was currently sitting in the back of Gaara's car, having being threatened and bullied into staying there if he wanted to go with Gaara at all.

The blond was finally spotted, and a slow grin stretched across Gaara's face upon seeing the blush Naruto was sporting at being stared at upon walking up to him. Gaara said nothing, only opening the door of the car for Naruto, and sauntered over to the drivers side to get in himself after closing the door after the blond.

As soon as he started the car, music began to blare out of the speakers, loud and grungy. Gaara smirked as Naruto watched his friends snicker and make snide comments about what they would be doing in the car and reversed away from the school before driving off, in the direction of the band's apartment.

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Naruto stayed silent even after Gaara had turned the music down upon seeing the small blond cringe at the volume. Neji watched the two in silence for a matter of time as Gaara drove, and Naruto sat in the front seat, awkward and nervous. Then he spoke up.

"So, Naruto," he continued after the school boy had jumped just high enough to hit his head on the roof, "How long exactly have you known him?" he gestured towards Gaara, "I mean, before you let him fuck you."

A hiss.

"Neji!" Gaara warned him, "Do you really want a warning? I think you could do with one less damn bruise!"

Neji laughed, and reached forwards from the back seat to stroke Naruto's arm, "I'm just seeing my chances with him." He explained, "If you got someone this hot in the bag so soon, I must have some sort of a chance!"

Naruto laughed nervously, secretly liking the soft touch of Neji's hand on his arm and Gaara muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "you call me a child molester" before reaching back to whack his friend upside the head.

"Anyway, Naru." Neji continued, "Let's be serious. How old are you? Exactly?"

Naruto blushed at being called 'Naru' by somebody he had just met, and answered in a small voice which made Neji think that he was quite adorable, "I'm eighteen. I'm in my final year of school."

Neji nodded, and let him know that Gaara was one year out of school and that their ages weren't that far apart.

"How…" Naruto hesitated, and visibly decided to continue, "How old are you and Gaara-sama?"

Neji smiled at the honorific that the kid had added onto the end of Gaara's name- one of respect to an elder person- and let Gaara answer.

"I'm nineteen. Twenty in a few weeks." The singer pulled into their drive and continued as they got out of the car and walked towards the door, "Neji's twenty-one tomorrow."

"And," Neji opened the door for them, "I'm having a kickass party for it at 'Masquerade'. Thrive'll be playing. You should come. I won't invite you because Gaara still has to invite a friend and it will be you."

Naruto looked confused at the names mentioned, and Neji once again let the singer explain.

"Masquerade' is the name of the place we've rented for the party," he gestured to the couch with one hand, the other shoved into his pocket, and Naruto obediently sat down, "It's originally a dance club but they rent out for some things. If you have enough money."

Neji took over, watching as Naruto visibly thought of the money it would take to own a Ford GT and joined the dots, "Thrive is the name of our band. We thought it was funny because it could be positive or negative depending on which context you use the word in."

Gaara sat awkwardly on the floor in front of the couch, and Neji sat directly next to Naruto, admiring his profile and the way his small, tanned hands clutched his school bag which was set on the floor before him, slightly in between his legs.

"Like anyone would think of that, you douc-" Gaara began, but was cut off by a reproachful glare from Neji that obviously meant 'shut up and don't say stupid things like that in front of a kid', and started again, "You don't think anybody would actually bother thinking about which context the name of our band could be used in, do you?"

"Otouto, I thought about it," Neji rolled his eyes and laughed slightly as Gaara growled at him.

Gaara gave him a look that said he was an absolute idiot, and said "Normal people don't think abo-"

"You guys are brothers?" Naruto looked exited, and Neji understood why his friend was so attracted to him when his eyes lit up, and a large smile spread across his handsome face.

Gaara grimaced as he answered, "Fortunately, no. He just calls me that because he's lonely."

"Aw, how can I be lonely with my best friend with me all the time?" Neji reached out to ruffle Gaara's hair, making a blush stain his pale cheeks, "I love you, Gaa-kun!"

Gaara looked away, embarrassed, but answered anyway, "I love you too."

"I'm sorry, who are you speaking to?" Neji feigned confusion, "Me or Naru-chan?"

Gaara glared at him, and said through clenched teeth, "I love you too, baka-Neji-nii!"

"That's better," Neji nodded, and enjoyed watching Gaara's face melt at the sound of Naruto's laughter, "Though the 'baka' part could be worked on."

Gaara crossed his legs, and leant his chin on his hand, gesturing with the free one, "Aren't we supposed to be figuring this out?"

Neji sighed, but complied, "Alright. Naruto, we brought you here because we need to help Gaara sort out what he's feeling."

"But first," Gaara seemed to have just remembered something, "tell me what the hell 'static' means."

Naruto laughed nervously before sighing suddenly, and looking at Gaara with an apologetic face, "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. My friends decided to make up a name for you, since I didn't know it."

Another small laugh.

"Yeah, but static?" Gaara asked, and it was obvious even to Neji that he was puzzled, "What the hell does that have to do with me? In case your friends haven't noticed by now, I'm not a damn balloon."

Neji laughed, and waited for their answer.

"Well…Kiba, the one with the red lines on his cheeks," Naruto started, "He made up a sort of…acrostic thing. S-T-A-T-I-C."

"What does it stand for?" Neji asked quietly, leaning toward the younger boy, liking the way he smelled like strawberry shampoo, and the way Gaara tensed up as he got closer to his 'property'.

Naruto muttered something, his head lowered, and a blush caressing his cheeks, looking very nice there and giving the impression that Naruto could indeed taste as nice as he smelt.
"I'm sorry, we didn't catch that," Neji prompted, and the blond bit his lip and cleared his throat before speaking again.

"Seme That Acclaimed The Innocent Chibi."

Laughter echoed throughout the entire apartment, and Hinata smiled from her bedroom because her cousin was so happy for some reason. She wondered absently where Gaara had wandered off to now, since she couldn't hear him laughing.

A door slammed, and the laughter continued.

Oh, that's where he was. Neji should really be more considerate of how he teased his best friend. She continued to tune her violin, hoping that Gaara wouldn't be too angry and that he would return soon.

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A/N: the quality sort of just dwindled out there at the end, didn't it? My oh my, I really ought to watch that X) Ew! I have to go back to school tomorrow so I may not be able to update soon enough for your hungry little eyes ( tantrum I'll try hard though, you have my word!

Oh, and I must promote my sister's writing. Her fan fiction account is Azarni-chan so go check her writing out. If you like mine, you may like hers. X)