First, I would LOVE to say thank you for the reviews and everything else! Also, I'm really excited to present this chapter. It's got ItaDei! Woo! They're uber cute in this chapter, though I doubt they'll come back.
WARNING: Making out between two guys, swearing, Illnesses, and bad writing.
ALSO! I do not own the anime/manga Naruto or any of these characters
Gaara's eyes are closed when I wake up, so I try standing on my own. It's been a week or something like that since he brought me here. They rarely let me walk around on my own. Something about being too weak. With Gaara sleeping in the room, I walk on trembling legs over to the window. My hand clenches the window sill when I start to collapse. Breathing, even, is hard.
An arm wraps around my waist, holding me up. When I look, aquamarine eyes meet mine, unwavering. "Naruto, quit pushing yourself so hard." He leads to my bed, but I don't want to lay down. My muscles need to work, or they'll be weak and puny and worthless. "You've been here a month-"
"That long?" How did I lose track of time like that?
"Yes, Naruto. We've been over this." Gaara straddles me to keep me on the bed. How sexual the whole thing seems is not lost on him as he leans in, placing gentle lips on mine. Pale hands slam themselves down on either side of my head. Almost lazily my arms raise up and fingers lace into his hair. Our mouths lock. The pressure of just his lips makes me needy and tired at the same time. A whimper comes out when he pulls away, though I feel drained. He laughs at my desire.
"You're tired as it is, Naruto." He purrs in my ear, "And besides, I doubt I'd be able to control myself if I got started." I pull his head back down, and tighten the grip my fingers have on his hair. A pathetic glare sets itself in place on my face. "No, I'm serious, Naruto. Let me go. Maybe if you continue to get better." He gently pulls my hands out of his hair and slips off of me.
"You're a dick, Gaara." I try to throw a pillow at him. It doesn't even come close. "A jackass, a bitch!" I just keep swearing at him until I'm out of energy completely. Then, I lay back and turn so my back is facing him. When I close my eyes, I hear him chuckle.
"You're so childish sometimes." He leaves the room. Leaves me in the empty room, too tired to keep my eyes. Now, it seems like he was conspiring to make me so tired all along.
Gaara's Point Of View
When I exit Naruto's room, successful in making him need more sleep, I run into Sasuke's older brother, Itachi. "What are you doing here?" Immediately I'm defensive. Of course I would be. We're right outside Naruto's door.
"Chill out, un." That blond, Deidara I believe his name is, leans around Itachi. "He's just here for a check up." His face is creased with worry. It's obvious that he cares about Itachi at least existing. Itachi pulls away from Deidara and enters his examination room. A few seconds later, he pokes his head out.
"Deidara, you and Gaara should talk while I'm getting my check up." His voice makes it sound more like an order than a suggestion. When he disappears into the room again, Deidara gives me a sad smile while shaking his head a little.
"He's too proud to admit it, but I'm pretty sure he's slowly killing himself. Especially since he's trying to also keep up with my," he coughs a little and seems slightly embarrassed, "demands." I understand exactly what he means and glance at Naruto's door.
"I think he enjoys it. Naruto...well, he's dying too, and seems more sexual than before." We sit down on the couch in the waiting area. Deidara crosses his legs slightly and seems more than slightly impatient to return to Itachi's side.
"Things aren't the same anymore. We used to be like a family, you know." Sadness fills his face. "I used to hate Itachi, but when I broke past his walls and learn most of the secrets he told hardly anyone...I don't want to leave his side, Gaara. He makes me feel whole. I haven't felt that way since Sasori-danna died, un." Tears fill his grey-blue eyes.
Horrible, deep, painful-sounding coughs come from the room that Itachi's waiting in. Every inch of Deidara tenses, and the tears begin to fall. He holds his head in his hands. It feels like a hand is gripping at my heart, trying to make it burst. Would I ever be like this for Naruto?
Hours later, Itachi's door opens. Immediately, the tears are gone and a smile takes their place. Itachi wraps his arms around Deidara's waist. "Quit crying, brat." It's odd, the way Deidara looks just below his eyes.
"Brat, un! I'm older than you!" The man who sat there, crying, is completely gone as he stands, arms snaked around Itachi's neck. Itachi smirks, and rests his head on Deidara's chest.
"Oh, so you're an old man?"
"You bitch, uh!" At that, Itachi leans up and kisses Deidara. Deidara melts into that kiss. Itachi winks at me when he untangles himself from Deidara and takes his hand. Their fingers lace together.
"And that's how you calm your partner down." I can feel my face heating up. All Deidara can do is pout as he walks out. Smiling, I enter Naruto's room...and am greeted by a pillow to the face. Letting out a small sigh, I pick up the pillow and tuck it under Naruto.
"Still upset I don't want to make out?" He gives me a defiant nod and the meanest glare Naruto can manage. Slipping my hand into his, I forget of any way I had planned to make him forget about it. I lean down and kiss him. The way he kisses back is as if he won't live to see the moment after. Somehow, I end up in his lap, kissing his neck rather roughly. We're grinding our bodies together pitifully, begging the other for more. Knowing Naruto is ill, neither of us is willing to give more, though. Still, his head is thrown back, tanned hands grasp at my hair, and I swear the employees are worried about what we're doing.
Finally, after leaving many marks along Naruto's neck, I pull away, coming slightly to my senses. "Naruto, you should rest." He's sweaty and it's kinda gross, but I really don't want to leave his lap. When he nods, though, I allow myself to get off of his lap. Quickly, he falls back onto the bed, and starts snoring. A laugh escapes my lips.