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Suit Square

The comforter rustled softly as he slid out from under it. The morning light was warm on the scuffed tatami, and wind sighed in through the windows.

Naruto glanced at Gaara, but the redhead was still asleep, hair mussed and eyeliner smudged. Stretching, the blonde picked one of his lover's loose sweatshirts up from the floor and dropped it over his naked body. He made his way to the kitchen.

Yesterday had been strange on the Street. Sasuke had been weird, and Kakashi and Iruka had squabbled over Kakashi's perverted books. It hadn't helped matters that it had been extremely busy. At least Naruto'd been more awake than that time a few days ago when he'd finally come home.

Naruto started , in the midst of running water into the kettle. Home. Huh. When had he started calling Gaara's place home?

He set the kettle to boil and shrugged. It was true, after all. He spent almost more time here than --

The doorbell buzzed.

Naruto frowned. Who would be visiting? This early? And – and – visiting.

The only visitor that Gaara had had while Naruto was there had been a pizza delivery boy, and Naruto had placed the order. It could be one of Gaara's work contacts, which was a bit unsettling, seeing as Gaara didn't always keep the best company. No one at Whore Street knew Gaara's address, so that was out of the question...

A second buzz pulled Naruto out of his thoughts. He moved into the corridor, glaring daggers at the intercom as it continued, very persistently, squalling.

He looked, a bit at a loss, over at the entrance to the bedroom. Gaara didn't appear, and so Naruto broke off the next round of buzzing by picking up the intercom's receiver.

"Hello?"

"Gaara? Open up. You've got some explaining to do." It was a woman's voice, irritated and fast.

Naruto froze. "Uh... I'm not Gaara."

"FUCK! Did we get another dead end? I can't believe this! Fucking hell! That dude who sold us this info is going to -- "

Another voice interrupted her, deep and harsh. "Ignore her, kid. So does Gaara live here?"

"Uh...yes?"

"Well, buzz us up then!" The woman was back.

"I can't just – I have no idea – Who the hell are you?"

The dude answered this time. "We're family. Just buzz us up, okay? We can talk then."

Naruto gave up on ever understanding what was going on and pressed the unlock button. He opened the apartment door a fraction and returned to the kitchen.

Family? As in... Gaara's family? The image wouldn't fit into his mind...

He checked on the coffee stuff and turned, meaning to head for the bedroom and inform Gaara of the visitors. Instead, he walked straight into a bare chest. He stumbled backwards, blushing slightly. "Shit, man! Don't scare me like that! Someone was at the door. They said they were – Gaa-Gaara!"

The redhead simply continued attacking his collarbone, snarling softly. Naruto laughed breathlessly. "I suppose that's a hint that it's good I let them up?"

Gaara just shifted their positions so that Naruto was up against the kitchen counter, and slid a hand beneath the sweatshirt. Naruto moaned softly, burying his face in the crook of a pale neck as the calloused fingers slid over his cuts from the night. Sharp teeth latched onto his earlobe, a hand pressed firmly into the small of his back, and Gaara smelt of his spicy shampoo.

A hiss and a rattle from behind him broke him out of the little whimpering trance he'd been in. "G-Gaara, your guests will be coming up, and the water's boil -- "

Well, then he wouldn't take care of it.

Not that he minded. "Shit...Gaara! More!"

The redhead snickered softly against his throat, and ground them up against the counter again. He was wearing jeans, and Naruto really doubted that there were boxers underneath them. The hand on his wounds pressed in, up harder, and a strangled hiss escaped him.

He vaguely heard voices echoing through the stairwell and into the apartment – loud, annoyed and...

...ah, who cared. This was way more interesting.

"Unh...Gaara..."

The soft sound of a zipper unzipping, a hand forcing his thighs apart --

-- nope, no underwear --

-- a cut reopening painfully as the Sandman positioned himself quickly, impatiently. They were both excited enough for it to be over soon, and Naruto felt relieved about that for some reason – something important, pressing was going on somewhere, he just knew it.

"AH -- "

God, Gaara was so deliciously rough. Inside him with a single thrust, and now...

"Yes...oh yeah...fuck, Gaara – please just... oh my God. Fuck me harder...Harder – yeah...!"

The counter dug into his hip, one leg hooked around Gaara's torso and the other around the redhead's thigh. His elbows supported him on the plastic countertop, his head falling back and baring his neck to Gaara's teeth as they pounded against each other – or was it with each other?

Breathless and whimpering, he tried to get Gaara deeper, to completely sheathe him inside himself... Gaara complied, a soft, approving snarl against Naruto's neck as he slammed all the way in...

"GAARA! Where are you – OH MY GOD."

Naruto groaned. No fucking way! He glared up at Gaara, who had retreated a bit at the voice, and cast an utterly disgusted, cursory glance at the woman in the kitchen doorway before completely ignoring her."Don't you dare stop, man. Don't you dare."

Gaara gave him a half-smirk that told him he hadn't even been thinking about the possibility, and rammed back into him. Naruto let out a breathy moan. "Hell yes..."

He came on the next thrust, the heat coiling inside him tight enough to hurt before releasing in a tidal wave of bliss. "G-Gaara!"

The redhead's breath hitched, and he finished after a thrust so incredibly deep and violent and amazing – a soft, choked-off grunt was the only sound he made. Naruto sighed inwardly, the thought flashing through his mind that if these people hadn't been here, Gaara might have said his name.

Gaara stepped away from him and zipped up his pants. Then he brushed past the woman in the doorway. Bathroom, Naruto supposed. The woman looked angry, but scared at the same time. And disgust was in there too.

Oh right. They were family, weren't they? No wonder she looked disgusted. And where was the dude?

He slid off the counter and muttered – no he was not blushing, dammit -- "Uh... coffee?"

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The woman was blonde, her hair pulled into four ragged ponytails. Her tall, curvy form seemed out of place in the small kitchen, the mesh shirt and low-cut bodice somehow wrong in a room in which two males had just had sex. And Naruto wasn't even going to start on the miniskirt.

The dude had slunk in behind her. Well, no. He hadn't been slinking. He seemed somehow... far away. It looked disturbingly like a shell-shocked person Naruto had seen once. Gaara and Naruto had obviously really surprised them.

Or maybe they'd just creeped them out. Or both.

He'd made coffee after wiping the counter down with a barely-hidden, furious blush. Damn, he was a whore. He shouldn't be this squeamish about sex in front of others. On Whore Street, he mused, he probably wasn't, either. It most likely had something to do with it being Gaara. After all, sex with Gaara was something extremely personal.

"-- hello?"

He looked up from his mug, reining in another blush. "Ah...sorry. What did you say?"

The man's face was decorated with an intricate design of purple paint, the lines curving over his dark skin. He wore black. "Gaara takes a while to shower..."

Okay, that was random. "Er. Yeah. Sometimes."

They hadn't spoken, but for a soft, stammered conversation in which he'd figured out what they wanted in their coffee. The woman hadn't said anything at all, yet. She was examining Naruto's keychain.

She was weird.

So was the dude.

But then, he'd just been fucked by their relative in front of them. Speaking of which...

"How are you related?"

They didn't answer, their eyes fixed on the door of the kitchen. A familiar, icy cold voice answered instead, and Naruto was treated to the third full sentence he'd heard from Gaara. "We're siblings."

Naruto decided not to count it as a full sentence. He knew it was childish, but he didn't like thinking about the fact that within ten minutes of their arrival the visitors had already gotten Gaara to speak. The thought hurt dully somewhere inside him.

Siblings. Maybe he was going into shock like the other two, because there was no reaction from his mind. Siblings.

SIBLINGS!

Ah, now it started working again.

Moving without really thinking, he handed Gaara a cup of coffee and returned to his comfortable position, leaning against the counter. His eyes scanned the other three occupants of the room. He wanted to know about these people now. They were Gaara's siblings. His siblings.

Naruto wondered, briefly, why it surprised him so much. It was obvious that Gaara had a family – had had one, at least. Gene manipulation wasn't that far advanced yet.

The woman was sitting on the edge of her chair, fear and anger warring visibly on her face. She was nibbling at her lower lip. Her hands were so tight and white-knuckled around her cup that Naruto seriously feared it breaking.

The man, on the other hand, was way too relaxed for it too be natural. He was obviously covering something up. No doubt more fear. Hell, if this was what loving siblings were, then Naruto had really misunderstood something along the way.

The emotions on the woman's face suddenly settled. Anger seemed to have won over fear. Goodie. "Gaara! Why didn't you contact us? We had no idea that you were out of the CiJail until we got a letter telling us to pick up the stuff you left there! What the fuck? I mean --"

The man cast her a warning glance, and she went back to the lip-chewing and squirming.

Gaara didn't react.

Naruto couldn't take this anymore. He plunked his cooling coffee down on the counter and muttered, "I'll leave you guys to sort this out."

He didn't look at anyone as he left the kitchen. Once he reached the bedroom, he reached for a tissue and cleaned himself off quickly and half-heartedly. He'd go to the Arcade later.

Jeans, T-shirt, socks. His bag. There.

He froze. Or not. His keychain was still... in the kitchen.

Naruto really didn't want to go in there. It had felt like he was disturbing some ancient ritual that he had no idea of, and it hurt to see Gaara familiar with others. He knew it was selfish. Well, shoot him.

The sunlight glowed outside the windows. He popped a piece of gum into his mouth. Okay. He could do this, dammit.

Kankuro looked up when the blonde – that his brother had just fucked – came back into the kitchen. He was dressed now, his skinny legs in ragged jeans and an orange T-shirt loose on his torso. His head was down.

Kankuro watched, surprised, as Gaara's head moved a fraction to follow the kid's progress past him. Huh. A reaction!

Gaara was leaning against the wall, and Temari had been unsuccessfully trying to get him to talk for the last few minutes. She was silent now, watching the blonde as he stepped up to the table.

The kid had a nice voice, soft but strong. "Uh... that's my keychain."

Temari jumped, letting go of the thing she'd been kneading ceaselessly. "Oh. Here."

The blonde nodded and walked out into the corridor. Gaara moved suddenly, his arm snaking out and holding the kid's wrist. The blonde froze. "Gaara?"

Kankuro's eyes widened. ARGH! No! NOT AGAIN!

Gaara had pulled the blonde in close, his mouth latching onto the kid's tawny neck. The blonde moaned softly, his back arching. Kankuro glanced over at Temari.

Her eyes were just as wide as his, a blush spreading over her cheeks. Not that she was normally squeamish when it came to sex – hell, she loved sex, as Kankuro had heard often (Not of his own free will) – but this was Gaara. Gaara didn't have sex. Gaara was not capable of such things, dammit!

...Right?

Right.

Kankuro watched as Gaara released the kid, who sighed softly and murmured something before turning and stepping out. They heard the scuff of shoes, then the door slammed with a weird finality.

Gaara's gaze had returned to the window, where a breeze soughed playfully over the wavy plastiglass. Temari tried her luck again. "Look, Gaara..."

"What do you want?" That voice... just as cold as Kankuro remembered it.

Temari looked at Kankuro for support.

She could be grateful she had such a loving brother. "Nothing, not really. We – er, we actually just wanted to check up on you." He supplied. Damn. In front of Gaara, even the truth sounded tinny and cheap. Or maybe especially the truth did so.

"A-And ask whether you wanted your stuff. You know, from the prison." Temari was back on track.

The redhead – his little brother, Kankuro corrected himself, he was still his little brother, even if he's just had sex with... argh! -- minutely raised a non-existant eyebrow. The tiny headshake was enough for the other two. He was refusing. Not just the belongings, but the... family, warmth, whatever.

Kankuro felt, suddenly, angry. "Damn it, Gaara! We're your family. We should at least have contact, meet up once in a while... And besides," he really didn't know what was getting into him... "we want to meet that kid. You know, make sure he's right for you."

Temari stared at him as if he'd grown a second head.

Gaara gazed steadily at him over his coffee mug. "You...want to meet Naruto?"

Hell yes he wanted to meet the kid that was sleeping with his little brother, with the fucking ex-Sandman. He wanted to know what the hell went on in that sick blonde head. And he was curious – just a tiny bit – as to how Gaara was doing.

You're not fooling me, Inner Kankuro muttered in amusement. You want to spend family time with him. Sniggering echoed in the recesses of his mind.

"Uh...yeah. He seems cool."

Temari was staring even harder now.

Gaara nodded, barely. "All right."

Kankuro bit back a grunt of shock. Gaara had accepted an invitation to family time.

... Hell yes he wanted to meet that kid.

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Wow, pretty long chapter for me!

Please review and tell me whether I should change anything about Temari or Kanky's chars...