AN: okay, NaruGaaFan, I have some bad news, Gaara is a douche in this chapter, like OMEGA, DOUCHE OF THE CENTURY. For serious, I can't believe I did it, but there's a juicy lemon Naruto and Gaara that I hope you will enjoy—even if Naruto is mainly bottom. I wasn't going to have Gaara be so mean but it just happened that way... The plot is really beginning to pick up and, once it does, it's going to move fast. If anything doesn't make sense then feel free to ask me what the hell happened. Enjoi!

Naruto stared at his father in agony, his eyes misting uncontrollably as he realized how much he had hurt the man. He hadn't meant to, he had never meant for anything to happen.

"Iruka..."

The man jumped as if he had just been caught in the middle of some devious act. A crumpled picture, both old and torn, fell out of his unfeeling hands as he looked with utter hatred upon his son. The moment passed, Iruka shook his head, smiling at Naruto as if he didn't secretly hate his own adopted son. Naruto didn't think he could handle Iruka's hatred after what he had seen.

"How was school, Naruto?"

What could he do other than respond in a normal fashion? "It was okay..." a flash of brown hair and shocked eyes caught him off guard and he chocked a little on a glob of spit he had been attempting to swallow. It stuck in his throat, the knot there refusing to loosen for even a moment. Naruto walked over to the kitchen sink and spit it out, his eyes watering.

Oh god, there had been so much blood! It all seemed so surreal to Naruto, so impossibly horrifying that his mind literally could not accept what he had seen. How could someone bleed so much?

"Are you alright...?" Iruka watched in a lazy sort of horror as Naruto turned and heaved into the sink. It was apparent right away to the adult that Naruto had already been puking: nothing came up from his bowels, not even a hint of stomach acid.

Naruto turned on Iruka and rushed the man, flinging his arms around his broken body as if he could hold him together. As if he could fix his own mistakes. "Dad..."

Iruka held Naruto silently as he brokenly sobbed into the man's chest.

Itachi looked across the table at Sasuke who was glaring at him hatefully.

"Where's your blonde lover?"

Itachi pretended to ponder this over a bite of grilled meat, chewing slowly in order to piss off the teen. "I assume he is at home..."

"It's Naruto, isn't it?" there was nothing in his voice, no inflection, no anger, no sadness. Just blank nothingness, a trait Sasuke didn't usually possess.

Itachi went on alert, his eyes shifting over subtle twitches on his brother's face. He realized suddenly he had nothing to worry about; Sasuke was just floundering for an answer and shoving possibilities together in order to satisfy his uncontrollable curiosity. "No, little brother," his tone was chastising but it held an edge of danger. "To insinuate that I would dare have a relationship with one of my students, a minor on top of that, is truly insulting."

"He told me." Now Sasuke looked sure, as if this could really be the truth. He stabbed at his meat (oh if he only knew what that particular cut of meat was) with his chop sticks, viciously ripping off a piece and chewing it into little pieces.

Itachi almost laughed at that—only barely able to keep his face cool and collected—Naruto had been the one to insist they keep it from Sasuke whereas Itachi didn't really care. "Then you should tell him to stop spreading untruthful rumors about his teachers. It could get me fired and then we would have to move again..."

This shut Sasuke up quite nicely and made it possible for Itachi to enjoy the rest of his dinner.

Gaara was the first to figure out Naruto's secret. He approached the Uzumaki after lunch, making them both late to class.

"What do you want, Gaara?" Naruto and the red head had 'bonded' over a long and pleasurable summer break last year. He was the first Naruto had ever done a 69 with but Gaara had never been able to convince Naruto to go all the way.

"I know about Uchiha-sensei and you," he smirked, continuing without provocation, "You weren't completely quiet in his office the other day when I stayed after to talk to Kisame-sensei."

Naruto thought back to the day he had romped around with Itachi last and yes he had been loud, unable to stop himself really. All those vibrating toys in his ass as Itachi licked his dick, placing a cock ring around it to keep him from cumming...he shivered even thinking about it. They would definitely need to use those toys again.

"Okay," the ball was still in Gaara's court, Naruto needed to know what his peer wanted in order to find some way to respond. He wouldn't deny it, he had always told himself this for whenever his friends did find out, but that didn't mean he liked them knowing so soon.

"I'm sure the reason you haven't been telling anyone is because of Sasuke, correct?" Naruto silently nodded, "Let's get out of here, school I mean."

The lecherous look in Gaara's eyes should have warned Naruto but they left school for the rest of the day.

Naruto cried out, his body shivering with his orgasm and he shot on Gaara's chest, the force of it sending some of his semen onto the underside of Gaara's chin. Naruto collapsed on Gaara's lap, unable to hold himself up anymore. Gaara grabbed a handful of Naruto's ass and lifted him into the air so he could fuck him like that. Naruto squirmed in his grip, his lithe body making it rather easy for Gaara to hold him like this and bounce him up and down, sliding his slickened cock easily in and out of his tight asshole. Naruto wrapped his legs around Gaara's waist and the red head leaned against a wall for support, allowing Naruto to twist his hips provocatively, bringing himself to yet another climax on Gaara's sticky stomach.

This seemed to be getting on the red heads nerves, he slid out of Naruto and shoved him face first onto his bed, spreading his legs and ass cheeks so he could clearly see his abused asshole. Gaara stepped in between those quivering legs, his thighs touching the inside of Naruto's as he slid slowly inside. Naruto gasped, pushing back even though it hurt to do so, his body guzzling Gaara's cock hungrily. Hands bruising with force, Gaara held Naruto in place as he fucked him, driving so hard into the blonde that Naruto was literally screaming his pleasure into the empty house. Gaara reached around, slipping his hand over Naruto's own dick with lubricant so he would get his turn too. Naruto was shocked by this, never having guessed that Gaara would willingly receive but also not daring to protest.

"I haven't..."

"You have to start somewhere," Gaara shrugged, nipping Naruto's shoulder for a moment before slipping out of him, still completely erect and showing no signs of quitting anytime soon.

Naruto thought that, if Itachi stayed his bed partner, he wouldn't really have to worry about being good on top. But, since he had never actually stuck his dick into anything other than his hand, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to give it a go, especially with someone who would tell him exactly what he was doing wrong, rather than let them both suffer embarrassingly for him to finish. That was if he turned out to be bad though...

Gaara laid down on the bed, spreading his legs shamelessly and tilting his hips so Naruto could find him rather easily. Naruto walked up, holding the bottom of his dick while his other hand pushed Gaara's thigh to the side a bit more. He touched the tip of his dick to the entrance, wondering if he needed to prepare Gaara at all like he usually needed. The urgent look of hurry changed his mind and he shoved in, causing Gaara to hiss and his body to strain away from him even as his arms pulled Naruto closer. The blonde was in shock, the hotness of being inside another individual, the extremely delightful feeling of being in control, of pumping into another lithe body of pale creamy skin made him close his eyes in ecstasy. Naruto imagined Itachi beneath him, writhing and calling his name just as Gaara did and that made it all the better. He wanted this kind of control over Itachi, and he resigned himself sternly: he would fuck Itachi eventually.

He was good—thank God—causing Gaara to cum in an amazing spray of semen and even a little piss. Naruto avoided the spray, collapsing on top of Gaara even as the teen heaved himself into a sitting position. Naruto rolled off of him, spent.

"Done already?" Gaara looked at the clock, seeming surprised that they had been fooling around for so long, "It's only been two hours."

"Only?" Naruto squeaked, his eyes bulging out of his skull, "How long do you and Sasuke do it?"

Gaara snarled slightly, "An hour or so before Sasuke goes into a coma; this was a little refreshing." Gaara walked over to one of the two doors in his room and opened it onto a bathroom where he began to wipe away the semen coating his chest and stomach.

Naruto admired the ivory skin, not entirely free of blemishes like Itachi's. There were jagged scars—like those of someone who had been whipped enough to bleed—along Gaara's back, and smooth cuts along his stomach and chest. They looked only a couple of years old, if that, and Naruto wondered who would do such a thing to someone else.

Gaara had noticed his stare, "My father blamed me for my mother's death—because she died giving birth to me."

"Blamed? As in..."

"I killed him last year," there was no trace of a smile, no hint that he was kidding or even trying to hide it. "Well, the doctors and law officials think a character named Shukaku did it, because I convinced them I was schizophrenic, but it was really me."

The next thing Naruto knew he was being bent over a table, his arms held behind his back as he was fucked senseless.

Our main character looked up at his ceiling, hurt aching in his chest like an open sore. Had he just cheated on Itachi? Was there anything between them other than the sex? Naruto liked to think that this was so, but if it was then the pain in his ass would be a constant reminder that he had betrayed this developing relationship.

Naruto did not want to be in pain so he decided he wouldn't think of it as anything more than sex until Itachi mentioned a date of some kind. That could only make sense. Why would he bother to tie himself to someone if he wasn't even wanted?

Okay, that stung (the man did take his virginity) but not as much as walking in on Iruka crying over the old, torn picture of his dead parents. It stood for Naruto's first 'accident', the other picture—put away for right now—was for his second 'accident'. The first had been minutes out of his own mother's womb, somehow, remarkably and unpredictably, Naruto had killed many, many people with his mind.

...

He had been made in a lab, his genes spliced with those of a plant they had found deep on an island that disappeared the moment the people stepped off of it. His parents hadn't known about this change in his DNA though. They had been seeing a fertility clinic. They could have children no problem, but they had been selected (for their distinctive attributes and 'DNA potential') and whatever child they would have would be number 24. As it turned out, this was Naruto's first name, a number that preceded and followed so many others.

There was a gang attack, disguising an assassination, happening even as Naruto was being born. His father was out in the village (never getting the chance to know that his son had ever made it out of his wife's body) fighting as many of the gang members as he could to keep them out of his home. He failed and his wife was raped and killed. This made new-born Naruto cry, his powers getting totally out of control (his DNA matched too well with the plant's) and he lashed out, killing everyone around him, including Iruka's parents, who had been coming to save him from the gang members.

The second accident was a little less dramatic yet just as deadly. Iruka had been in a war, as a medic in the group of privates. They were fresh from boot camp and Iruka wanted to show off the child he had adopted, an orphan like himself. He was overcompensating for the time when he had beaten Naruto—just after he had found out about Naruto's first 'accident'. It did not matter that he had raised this child from his youth to almost teenage-hood before he received this information; he had and always would hate Naruto just a little bit for his 'accident'.

Anyway, they teased Naruto for being really small for his age. Naruto had always been unstable, crying and bursting into fits of rage with machinegun precision; he was literally unable to control his emotions. Naruto began to cry, lashing out at the group, killing four people before he realized that, in the last three people, he was killing the man that was his father in everything but blood. The result in his stopping the psychic attack mid-way had scarred their bodies and minds.

Permanently.

...

Naruto went to bed crying that night, unable to stop the shameful tears from falling and keep shaking arms from embracing naked flesh.

Naruto walked into lunch with anxious eyes on a pissed looking Sasuke. Gaara said that, if the raven had asked he would tell without blinking an eye. And Naruto just knew Sasuke would feel the need to ask where a hickey on Gaara's left hip had come from—Sasuke had never really liked giving or receiving hickeys, so he would know if one had not come from him. Naruto had honestly not been able to help giving a dark one to Gaara, especially when the red head had made it very clear that his hips were sensitive to the slightest caress and stimulating when abused.

Naruto was beginning to think he liked hips a little too much.

Sasuke was staring at him, his eyes cold and unchanging. "Why would you fuck my boyfriend?"

Naruto honestly didn't have an answer. The entire table looked up at him and he realized suddenly that he was a slut. He had had sex with three different men in the past week when before he had never had sex before in his life. Naruto hated himself silently as he looked unwaveringly at Sasuke.

"I can tell you why." Gaara sat down next to Sasuke who allowed Gaara to kiss his cheek.

Naruto felt his face turn red with rage, "You're going to get mad at me when it was his idea?!"

"No it wasn't..."

"Yes it was, I was trying to blackmail Naruto for a good time." Gaara winked at Naruto and then turned to Sasuke, "I can honestly say I don't remember the last time I was so satisfied with fucking."

"What the hell...?" Sasuke's entire body stiffened, suddenly glaring at both Naruto and Gaara, seemingly at the same time. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"You haven't satisfied me in a very long time, it was only a matter of time before I found someone I thought could do better."

"You sonofabitch!" screeched Sasuke, rising out of his chair and decking Gaara in the face hard enough to send the teen sprawling without even a hint of preamble.

"You should know that wouldn't really hurt me," Gaara laughed, spitting out blood before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I'm going to..."

"Don't you want to know what I was blackmailing Naruto with?"

Terror reared its ugly head at Naruto, causing his heart to seize with utmost fear. He couldn't believe that this was happening now, he wasn't ready to face Sasuke's hatred just yet. His body took a step forward, as if it could stop Gaara from telling. Pale lips parted cruelly, a smile of triumph perfectly in place for a mocking gesture at Naruto. Gaara had gotten a good screw for free, that was what that smile meant. It meant Naruto had 'cheated' on Itachi for nothing.

"Naruto had..."

"I don't care," it was like a whip, cracking through Gaara's voice with absolute authority.

Gaara stumbled to his feet, a shocked look on his face that matched Naruto's perfectly. Sasuke glared hatefully at Gaara, his finger crooked at him with brutal intent. "You mother fucker, how dare you say I was the one being shitty in bed. All you ever fucking did was scratch pathetically with your nails; if you plan on ripping at someone's skin, you might want to think about drawing blood instead of pussing out. Not to mention you bit in all the wrong places: my elbow? My freaking elbow?!" Sasuke shoved his left elbow in Gaara's face, pointing an accusing finger as if that was all the proof needed to validate his claim.

Sasuke took a step away from Gaara, smoothing his hair carefully back into its usual poof. "Suffice it to say we are over, I'll get my shit out of your house later on today."

"Alright," Gaara smirked, as if he knew something everyone else didn't. He got up close to Sasuke, smirking and suddenly grabbing his face, holding him still and kissing him. The pressure of his hands eased as the kiss grew longer, their lips parting and tongues beginning to dart even as Gaara let go of Sasuke's face and pulled him closer so he could rub their bodies together.

Naruto had stopped paying attention back when Sasuke had said he didn't care. Instead he was inspecting a rather interesting bruise on his own elbow.

AN: I have to say something, being completely honest, I'm A FUCKING BEAST!!!!!!!!

You have no idea how proud of myself I am right now, being just one hundred percent honest. I sat down here with a blank page, literally having only decided I may right one or two pages at the very most before I went to bed. I finished the EnTiRe chapter in ONE SiTTiNG!! Normally I would never gloat so much but don't you think I deserve it just a little bit?