Understood that chapter 4 was confusing...quite a bit lol. So I re-wrote the bits that I think were causing the problems, and also removed some bits altogether. Lemme know if it makes anymore sense now. LOL. So:
Plain text Uh..the story? Lol yeah, present time n all that.
Text in italics Thoughts.
In italics and bold An event thats already happened...So for example, in this chapter, when Naruto's trying to remember Sasuke's room. It makes more sense when you read it...gah. I made it bold too, cos it got a little confusing with thoughts being in italics too lol.
Chapter 4.
Naruto hung up and threw his phone away from him in horror and disgust. He felt sick at the thought of Sasuke and Gaara. Gaara's hands touching Sasuke. Gaara's lips kissing Sasuke. His eyes on Sasuke. Naruto's Sasuke. He knew Sasuke wouldn't do this to him; he wouldn't do this on his own accord. But what was he doing talking to that fucking creep in the first place?! He now knew how he felt about Sasuke. He couldn't bare the thought of someone else, anyone else, touching Sasuke.
He ran to his balcony door, glancing over the busy street to the top room of the apartment block opposite. The lights were on, silhouettes just visible. He sprinted out if the door, down onto the street, dressed only in a vest and a pair of pyjama trousers. Not caring that he left his apartment door open, he pushed his way through the crowds to get to the building opposite as quickly as he could. "Hey watch it, buddy!" as Naruto barged past. "Well you can see I'm in a fucking rush!! I wouldn't have to watch it if you got out of my pissing way!" he shouted back, angrily.
He finally reached the door to the block, suddenly stopping, with a horrible feeling in his stomach. "Shit! Fucking piece of…ahh bollocks…" he muttered to himself. He didn't know the code to get into the building, and he wasn't going to be stupid enough to call up to Sasuke's room. "Oh hi, Gaara, just wondering. Could you let me up so I could uhh…rip your balls off and shove them down your bastarding throat?" This would have been a funny thought to Naruto, if the problem hadn't been so pissing frustrating.
Lifting his head up, he sighed, closing his eyes. The newly falling rain covered up his tears and cooled his face from its increasing temperature. Why did this happen…I…I'm sorry Sasuke, I can't be there to save you… In his head he sounded like some cheesy, shot down super hero, no longer able to save the day; save the one he loves. Without thinking, he spoke the words, his face, giving up on composure, creased up showing all his emotion. Tears traced along his whiskered scars, running down his pink cheeks.
He opened his eyes, and quickly looked towards the apartment door. A young couple made their way out, laughing, until their eyes met those of Naruto. They stopped and stared, amazed at the tears rolling down the, usually loud, happy…annoying, blonde. Naruto wiped his face and shoved his way past, before the door had time to shut. Frantically trying to remember what number Sasuke was, he worked his way up the winding staircase.
"Fucking hell…so many steps…" Naruto complained as he looked down the flight of stairs from Sasuke's apartment. He trekked down, noting the numbers as he went, in a vain attempt to take his mind off what had just happened. 40 apartments and Sasuke's has to be on the top floor… he thought, whining to himself. He slowly got to the bottom, sighing, trying not to think about last night.
It would be fucking times like this when he has to live in the top apartment… Naruto remembered. He sprinted past doors, sweat dripping from his forehead as he reached the top floor. Sasuke, being the secluded guy that he was, had a whole floor to himself, buying out one of the biggest, and most expensive, apartments available in the block.
He stopped in front of the apartment door. Naruto took a deep breath, waiting to wake up from this horrible dream. As his last chance of this being unreal slipped away, in what felt like minutes, he realised he couldn't just stand here. He wanted to go home to forget about all of this, and he didn't want to contemplate what he was about to see. His eyes stung as he remembered Sasuke needed him, images of him riddled Naruto's mind Spiked, jet-black hair, long eyelashes…the innocent smile over his soft, pale skin. He knew he couldn't let his angel be hurt any longer.
Taking another deep breath, he prepared himself and shoved the door open, practically off its hinges. Except for the main hallway light being on, the apartment was otherwise dingy. The doors leading off into rooms around the maze of an apartment held no interest for Naruto, except the one door with light seeping from underneath the bottom. He was surprised Gaara hadn't heard him enter, though he quickly guessed even if he had, Gaara would keep going long enough for Naruto to see, just to spite him.
He crept down the hall way, stopping just in front of the slightly ajar door to the bedroom. He winced as he heard Sasuke's trembling voice.
"Gaara…Please…" he pleaded. However it fell on closed ears.
"What do you think Naruto will think of this, hmm? His perfect raven isn't so perfect anymore, is he?…Not now that he belongs to me…" Keeping his hands on Sasuke's wrists, and his legs firmly over his hips, Gaara reached his mouth towards his prisoner, forcing his tongue next to Sasuke's. His and Sasuke's faces became damp from tears. Gaara, noticing this, lifted his head up, speaking softly. "Sasuke? Why are you crying? Oh, shh, don't cry…" Even Gaara's attempts to sound compassionate made him sound patronising. Subconsciously, he lifted one of his hands from its grip on the Uchiha's wrist, placing it on Sasuke's cheek, slowly brushing away the falling tears. He smiled, not a smile made from malice, or a smile made to mock and humiliate. A smile full of affection for the struggling person below him. His eyes looked deep into Sasuke, sending a shiver down Sasuke's back. Bringing up his fist and swinging it into contact with Gaara's jaw, Sasuke's heart raced with panic, at the unconcerned look on the redheads face. His head had not moved from the blow, nor had his eyes blinked from inside Sasuke. Using the same hand that had been wiping Sasuke's cheek, he wiped his mouth, finally looking away to see a red liquid dripping from his hand. "Huh. I never thought you were stupid enough to do something like that…You've been very bad, and bad boys need to be taught a lesson…" he grinned. That grin was full of malice.
I can't let him do this to Sasuke any longer… He took another deep breath and pushed the door open. "You lay one more finger on him, you fucking sick bastard, I swear I-" he trailed off, looking down from the back of Gaara's head to the shape underneath him. Naruto stood in the doorway, his eyes stinging. If Gaara hadn't been in the room, Naruto knew he would have just broken down there and cried. He couldn't bare to keep looking in those sorrowful eyes, yet he couldn't look away from his lovers face.
Yes, strangely, Naruto considered Sasuke his lover. One night. One drunken, insignificant night, and it had turned into this. He'd spent pretty much everyday of his life with the Uchiha, for missions, boring days in, anything. Never thinking of him as anything other than a mutual friend, who, more often than not, pissed him off somehow. Yet now, he couldn't think about being apart from Sasuke.
Gaara's cackle pulled Naruto back down to reality, blinking away tears as his eyes welled up. He would not let Gaara see him like that. Gaara had now freed Sasuke's wrists, and he had turned around, with his legs still firmly clamped over the ravens.
"You swear you'll do what, exactly? Fairy tale time? So here's the prince, come to save the…damsel in distress? Ha. What exactly makes you think he needs rescuing? I mean…Why would I come here without Sasuke…" he paused, glancing down, meeting a pair of deep brown eyes filled with fear, "inviting." Noting Naruto's expression, Gaara slid off Sasuke, standing up, and he walked over to the blonde by the door. Picking up his jeans on the way, he pulled them over his hips, fastening the belt. He circled Naruto a couple of times, getting a good look of his body. Heh, Sasuke's one lucky prick. Must have been good… Stopping in front of the blonde, with his back to Sasuke, Gaara leaned forward, licking Naruto's whiskers, tauntingly. He felt Naruto shudder, making him grin. The redhead placed a hand on Naruto's shoulder, making the blonde step back. He dipped his head forward, whispering. "You know he doesn't want you…he doesn't need you. He wants me…why else would I be here?…Besides, I know about…him…You wouldn't want Sasuke to find out about him, now would you?" Naruto's eyes widened in horror as the words left Gaara's mouth. "You…you wouldn't fucking dare…you…fucking sneak…" he whispered back. Anger surged through his body, he could feel it rising, as he gripped his hand into a fist.
"Oh…and what about us? How do you think he'd feel about that? Does Sasuke know you've been round nearly every guy in Konoha? You're quite the player aren't you…"
"One more fucking word out of you and you're dead." he growled. He didn't care if Sasuke heard it, as long as he couldn't hear Gaara.
"Can't forget what…fun we had?" The redhead moved his hand down Naruto's abdomen, tracing his muscles through the baggy vest. He caught Naruto by surprise, and gripped the slight bulge showing through his pyjama trousers. Naruto gasped, quickly holding it in, to save Sasuke from hearing it. Sasuke probably wouldn't have noticed anyway. His mind replayed the slight whisper he had heard. What about us? What did Gaara mean? Naruto wouldn't have done anything like that with Gaara…would he?
Gaara continued to whisper, still gripping tightly onto Naruto. "Can't…forget…I know I can't… Oh, the fun…" Naruto's fist released all its pent up anger, slamming straight into Gaara's, already bruised, face. He fell to the ground, clutching his face, blood streaming out of his nose, as he hit the floor.
"You're gonna regret that you-"
"Shut the fuck up Gaara. Get your stuff and get the fuck out! Before I really make you regret all this!!" Naruto spat. As Gaara scrambled on the floor, getting up on his hands and knees, Naruto kicked him hard in the stomach, making him wheeze, coughing up blood. He got to his feet, sliding his back against the wall for support, and glared at Naruto, his cool eyes fiery and filled with anger. Gaara pulled his t-shirt on, gripping his stomach, still winded from the kick. He walked over to Sasuke, smirking as if he was still in control of him. Bending down, the redhead whispered something in Sasuke's ear. Quickly pulling his shoes on, he darted passed Naruto, shooting a look of triumph.
As the door closed, silence descended in the room. Both of them let tears run down their tired faces, looking each other in the eye, comfortingly. Naruto strode over to the bed, where he sat down, pulling Sasuke into his tight embrace. Naruto's vest dampened as Sasuke wrapped his arms around Naruto's chest, nuzzling his head in the space between Naruto's neck and torso. The heat from him made the raven cry more; the affection he needed for so long was finally there, and it overwhelmed him. "Naruto…I…I didn't think you were coming…I was so scared…I couldn't do anything…I…I'm so sorry Naruto…" he bawled into Naruto's body, feeling the blonde tighten his hold. Naruto pushed away slightly, pulling Sasuke's chin up with a finger. He looked long and hard into those sleepy brown eyes. He's been through so much. He couldn't imagine how he must have felt. "Sasuke…I will always be there for you. Never think any different…And, I need to let you know…I…" he leaned forward, kissing the soft lips he'd been waiting to kiss. He felt so much from that one kiss, he knew what to say. "I love you, Sasuke."