-1Naruto grumbled to himself. This wasn't right! His days with Gaara were few and far between. Those days were precious and always spent doing…pleasurable things. They could be doing said pleasurable things right now if Gaara wasn't such a meanie.

Naruto's day had started exceptionally well when a certain redhead let himself in via the bedroom window and snuggled under the blankets. A few precious moments of kissing and groping had ended abruptly when Gaara's long fingers had pinched Naruto's bare side, making him squeak and jump under the covers.

"You're gaining weight."

It was only a statement. It was a true statement. Lately, Naruto had spent more and more time meant for training doing…pleasurable things. Still, the statement coming from his lover kinda hurt. Wasn't Gaara supposed to love him no matter what he looked like. Gaara pinched again when Naruto didn't respond.

"Get dressed. I'll wait." Gaara crawled out from under the covers and took a seat at the kitchen table sifting through Naruto's junkmail. The redhead was obviously not planning on returning to Naruto's bed without some of Naruto's expert coercion.

"Gaara!"

One look from the Kazekage made Naruto swallow his whines of protest. So much for coercion. Just a few more minutes and Naruto's day coulda been amazing, but no. Gaara had shot him down because of what? An extra pound or two? He headed to the bathroom still grumbling.

Now here he was washed, dressed, unfed, and still slightly horny on the training field with Gaara standing just across the way. Their precious days were not meant to be wasted sparring…unless it was under the warm blankets of Naruto's bed.

"If you don't pull your mind out of the gutter, I will be forced to begin without you."

Damn, busted.

Gaara stood, legs close together, one foot only slightly ahead of the other. In the few times he had sparred with Gaara or seen the sand nin fight, Naruto had thought his close-legged stance ridiculous. It was a totally ineffective way to stand, in his opinion. Naruto's inclination had always been an open stance. He knew that he had a tendency to leave himself vulnerable when his stance was too open, but at least he could move freely.

Gaara's sand slowly spread around his feet giving him a home base, so to speak. He could instantly create a barrier or attack without ever stepping outside that perfect circle of sand. Not this time. Naruto was going to make him move. He would give the younger man hell for getting him excited only to spend the morning in training. Besides, the sooner they finished this, the sooner they could go back to bed.

Gaara smiled as Naruto rushed him with kunai knives in hand. Body low to the ground, head untucked and vulnerable, charging with seemingly reckless abandon, that was Naruto. It was ridiculously attractive. That feralness that Naruto only expressed in two very different places during two extremely different activities. The closer Naruto drew, the more arousing the sight was. But they weren't here for that, Gaara's mission was to get Naruto back into top shape. Ah, Naruto…wild, determined, about to be taken down by the thick arm of sand winding around his ankle...

Naruto's face hit the sand at Gaara's feet. Shit! So close. He felt the grainy tentacle wrap tighter around his ankle. Naruto snarled as he spit to rid his mouth of sand. He was not amused. He rocked back on his haunches and threw a kunai at Gaara's midsection. The sand erupted into a barrier and sprayed Naruto again before the sand around his ankle flung him away from the redhead.

Gaara stifled his laughter with a growl. He was supposed to be helping Naruto. He shouldn't laugh. He watched Naruto land on his feet but immediately lose his balance and fall on his butt. Gaara cut off another chuckle, choking a little in the process. Thankfully, the resulting sound was close to a snarl. "Is that all you've got?"

There was a flurry of orange clad limbs as Naruto's resolve snapped.

"Dammit Gaara! This isn't fair! I don't wanna hurt you. I just wanna go back to my apartment and have sex!"

Gaara twitched ever so slightly. "You're not taking this seriously, Uzumaki."

There it was. 'Uzumaki.' Well, Naruto was now sure that sparring was in fact sparring and not some elaborate foreplay. He used his remaining kunai to scratch at the dirt between his knees and sighed. What a waste.

Gaara had had enough. With a curl of his finger, a wave of sand crashed over Naruto's bent back.

Naruto shook sand from his hair. "Gaara!"

"That whiney tone is not going to save you." This time a stronger wave sent Naruto sprawling.

"Gaara!"

Sand.

"Ga-Gaara!!!"

Sand.

"Knock it off!!!!"

"Dammit, Gaara!

Well, at least he was avoiding Gaara's attacks now.

"Dance, Naruto, dance," Gaara muttered under his breath as Naruto scrambled wildly out of the way of a particularly nasty pillar of sand. Naruto was moving. Unfortunately, now Gaara was getting horny. The wild way Naruto twisted and hopped to safety…damn. Just a little more training and they could return to Naruto's pathetic apartment for some of Gaara's favored activities. Gaara's doubled his efforts, anxious now for Naruto to tire himself out (not too much though.)

Naruto's heart was racing. Maybe he had slacked too much in his training. He caught only glimpses of Gaara through the sand. He stood in that infuriating circle of sand, legs close together, arms outstretched as the sand did his bidding. The man was a rock. It was…hot. A wall of sand clipped his arm as he jumped away. He felt the sand rise behind him before he saw it. He danced to the side. He couldn't think about that now. Later. He'd think about it later when he wasn't about to be engulfed by his lovers sand. It was overwhelming. He would escape physical harm and his senses would immediately tingle, warning him of a new formation of chakra laced sand. He couldn't process it all…especially when Gaara was smirking at him like that!

Naruto ducked under one arm of sand and kicked off a second in order to avoid a third. It was the fourth that got him. It had only grazed his foot, but in his unsteady state, it was enough to send him crashing into a fifth…a sixth…more than Gaara could count. Gaara held his next attack. Naruto lay among Gaara's sand unmoving. Gaara held, waiting.

"Naruto?"

Gaara held.

"Come on, Uzumaki!"

Gaara held.

And held.

Gaara banished the sand with a frantic shake of his hand as he rushed across the field. He stood uncertainly over his partner. "Naruto?" If he had hurt Naruto…

Naruto smiled.

"Naru-"

Naruto's hand hooked behind Gaara's knee and pulled. Gaara toppled forward banging one knee against the ground and jarring his wrists as he kept himself from crashing on top of Naruto. He blinked away the slight pain and growled. "How long have you been planning that?"

Naruto shrugged. "I kinda make it up as I go along. Are we done training now?"

"I suppose," Gaara sighed as he climbed to his feet with an exaggerated moan. He called the sand back to his gourd as he walked toward Naruto's apartment.

"Gaara…" Naruto hissed.

Gaara glanced over his shoulder. Naruto was still lying on the ground, his hands held out to Gaara. As entertaining as the thought might have been… Gaara snorted.

"I'm not going to take you right here on the battlefield, Uzumaki."

"I can't move."

Naruto gritted his teeth as he tried, unsuccessfully, to move. Gaara allowed himself this one chuckle as he gently scooped Naruto into his arms. He only hoped this didn't mean sex was out of the question.