Chapter 2: Horny Bastards

I want to thank A03 user idontlikebreadcrusts for being the beta on this chapter!

Chapter Warnings: Excessive swearing and some GaaNaru.

The sun had already set several hours ago. It was really freaking late, that much Naruto knew, but had no clue of the exact hour since he arrived at Gaara's apartment with Kiba. Not that he cared too much about being out this late even on a school night—his grades were shit anyway. Sleeping in class was not unusual for him, much to Iruka's despise.

It's not like he tried being a horrible student, he had a shitty attention span. Like really shitty. He just had way too much energy to sit still for long periods of time and read or study. And all that restless energy was what typically got him in trouble—mostly in the form of pranks or occasional fights—winding his sorry ass up in detention. His orphan past did not help matters, making him very unpopular in school. Unwanted attention seemed to follow him everywhere.

But it's not so bad, he was more than capable of taking care of himself. He was strong, thanks to high school football practice, and no longer needed his overly protective big brother to defend him from school bullies.

Thanks to years of sparing and trying to one-up Sasuke, he was now a very skilled fighter. Unfortunately for him, principle Tsunade did not appreciate his mad fighting skills, at all. Good thing the old hag saw something in him enough to not expel him yet.

Anyway, the point being, it was fucking late on a school night. He was playing video games with Kiba, on Gaara's 50 inch HD flat-screen, as Gaara watched disinterestedly. That was until Shikamaru and Choji decided to join in on the 'party' by bringing beer and brownies to liven thing up.

And fuck did things liven up with Choji's 'famous' brownies.

Naruto knew Shikamaru and Choji from some classes they took together in high school. But mostly because Kiba was close friends with both of the boys, knowing them all the way back to elementary. Long story short, they had grown up together and that's pretty much how Naruto and Gaara got acquainted with the two teens.

Gaara had been a more recent addition in Naruto's life. He was a transfer student from Suna, arriving at Konoha High approximately six months ago. At first the mysterious and scary boy had hardly said a word to anyone, himself included. He would scare off most students—some teachers too—with a cold glare and dark aura that screamed danger.

But Naruto wasn't fazed in the slightest with the icy demeanor the new student displayed. After all, he was immune to death glares and broody behavior from hanging around Sasuke all the time. Yeah, that shit didn't unnerve him at all.

So imagine Gaara's confusion when a cheery, obnoxious blond hair blue eyed boy bounded right up to him, forcedly shaking his hand in greeting. It took the unsuspecting teen a good minute to reboot and comprehend just what the fuck had happened, much to Naruto's glee. He put some effort in explaining just how awesome he was and that they should hang out, but he suspected it fell on deft ears.

Truth be told, Naruto was drawn to his indifferent, badass attitude since it reminded him so much of Sasuke. He had known right then he wanted to get acquainted with the strange handsome boy. It was familiar and comforting in an odd way.

Gaara also reminded him of himself before he had a family to call his own. Lonely. Abandoned. A misunderstood child just trying to survive a cruel fate that this shitty world had thrown upon him. And Gaara seemed to sense that in Naruto as well, judging by the fact he allowed a hyper boy to follow him around without any complaint.

Within two weeks of getting to know each other, Gaara actively watched over Naruto in a protective manor—especially around students that had shown ill intent towards him. Before long, Gaara had developed romantic feelings—not that he was aware of it at the time and started acting differently. More touchy and affectionate. But Naruto hadn't thought too much into it at the time, being straight and oblivious at times.

That apparently did not concern Sabaku no Gaara in the slightest.

Naruto learned in a shocking manor that Gaara was gay, very gay, when he suddenly cornered next to his locker before third period by the emo boy. He was confused as hell when the usually distant teen was breathing heavily, a hungry look in his beautiful jade eyes. Then his friend suddenly pressed forward, pinning a very startled Naruto against the cool metal surface on some random schmuck's locker.

Naruto gasped at the sudden action, bracing for a fall that never came. He was about to protest the rough treatment of the unexpected behavior, but when he opened his mouth speak Gaara closed the distance by locking their lips together. His blue eyes widened with surprise, a gasp escaped his lips.

Shock was an understatement.

He wasn't even gay damn it, or at least he had thought. But with the way Gaara continued kissing him, how his body started reacting in a positive way, he had to start considering the possibility of at least being bi. And here he had thought he was too old to question things like sexuality. Guess not.

Ever since that day of the stolen kiss, it had awoken some newly found, slightly uncomfortable feelings, complicating his already difficult life even more. Gay feelings, as he started to take notice of attractive men and their lips.

But who cared if he thought about guys occasionally? That he sometimes looked at guys? So what if Gaara had a nice ass and that every time he looked at him, Naruto wanted nothing more than to kiss him? If touching another man made him feel so fucking good, so fucking what?

Gaara took full advantage of his newly awakened sexuality, even if Naruto was not so sure, as he swiftly staked his claim on the confused blond. The sly bastard made damn sure everyone knew that they were together—not that Naruto minded all that much.

A clearing of the throat brought attention to the glazed over blond. "Naruto…you still with us man?" A concerned voice successfully broke Naruto out of his stupor.

"What?" Naruto said dumbly, glancing around to find all eyes on him. His cheeks blushed with embracement as he realized he missed the entire conversation. For once, he was speechless.

Fuck, he didn't think four beers would fuck him up this much. He knew that he was a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but damn, he never spaced out like this. He was the happy/horny drunk type.

"How many brownies did you eat?" Kiba laughed.

It wasn't a funny question. Why was Kiba looking at him like that? "Three," Naruto's voice sounded different, strange to his ears.

"Fuck, bro, them were some pot brownies!" Tears rolled down Kiba's cheeks as he doubled over laughing, gasping for air when he paused long enough for a breath.

"What?"

"Pot. Brownies. You're high as a kite Naruto."

Azure eyes widened dramatically at what Kiba was implying. He consumed drugs? He paused to think about the differences since eating the brownies…

About thirty minutes after eating the brownies, Naruto started feeling a lot more relaxed, but he had assumed it was just from the alcohol. The effects did seem a bit stronger and slightly different as he found himself spacing out allot. Yet at the same time somehow managed to be more aware of his surroundings. He would giggle at just about anything, too. But that part could have been from the beers.

Fuck, he really was high.

"Why didn't you say anything, jackass?" Naruto panicked, voice slurring heavily.

He had never consumed marijuana before, hell, not even so much as a puff of a fucking cigarette. And he ate three fucking pot brownies. Three! A quarter of the whole damn tray! His fucking ass of a best friend should have said something before he stuffed his face with the delicious brownies!

"Cuz, Naruto, I thought you knew." Kiba said, sounding remorseful now that he got himself together.

"Whatever…just don't tell Iruka."

"Ha, you don't need to tell me twice! He's fuckin scary as shit when he goes all mother hen."

Naruto snorted, yeah Iruka had the tendency to go overboard when it came to him. In fact, most people now in his life did. He grimaced at the thought.

"You feeling okay?" Kiba said in an anxious tone, eyes narrow as he scanned up and down his friend's body with an assessing examination.

"Yeah jackass, m'fine." Naruto slurred, elbowing the shaggy brunette in the ribs playfully as they lounged on the sofa, content with watching Kiba and Shika battle it out on mortal combat.

Once Kiba and Shika were satisfied with Naruto's response and condition, the two brunettes resumed their game. Choji must have left a little bit ago as he couldn't see him anywhere. That left one more person in the spacious room—Gaara.

His sexy as hell boyfriend who was staring right at him with smoldering eyes.

A shiver racked through his overly heated body at Gaara's hungry gaze. Naruto had been consciously aware of the way highlighted jade eyes were fixated on him for the past hour, after being three beers in.

Some people might call him dumb but he was not that fucking oblivious, he could tell Gaara wanted some alone time with him. But his friends were in the same room, so that was not going to happen—or so he had thought.

Naruto sighed, it was rare enough for Shika to get off his lazy ass to join them on mans' night out, he didn't want to ditch them by make out with his boyfriend—no matter how tempting that may be.

Once again, his wandering mind took over as he observed some of Gaara's more prominent features in new light. Particularly his eyebrows…or make that no eyebrows? Who the fuck shaves off their eyebrows? He giggled at this revelation. But somehow he managed to pull it off.

Gaara raised his naked eyebrows in question to Naruto's sudden change of behavior. He took particular interest in the way the blond kept glancing his way, cerulean eyes lingering too long to be considered causal. His cute boyfriend's flushed appearance did not help his 'little' problem of wanting to jump the blond—at all.

With unfocused eyes, Naruto attempted to stand up but swayed on shaky legs and stumbled instead. Cursing under his breath as he found this once simple task now very difficult. He managed to focus his inebriated body enough to straighten up and lurch forward, arms grabbing the nearest object (the armrest) as he aimed for raiding the fridge. He was fucking starving but this agenda was proving more difficult then he anticipated.

Fuck his low alcohol tolerance, especially on an empty stomach!

Before he wobbled far, a pale hand swiftly reached out and latched onto Naruto's wrist in a steely grip, abruptly pulling him down on a somewhat boney lap.

"Oomph!" Naruto groaned in surprise, squirming in discomfort at the hard lap he was forcibly sprawled upon before adjusting to a more comfortable position. "What the fuck Gaara?" Naruto intended to sound angry, but his slurred voice ruined the effect.

Gaara ignored Naruto's weak protest, adjusting the startled boy's face with both hands so that they were eye to eye. Then he had took initiative by leaning forward and brushing their lips together, closing the distance.

"Oh," Naruto gasped, as wet tongue gentle teased at the seams of his lips. He hesitantly opened, and his glassy eyes fluttered shut when that tongue found his. Fire shot through him, stealing what's left of his rational mind.

Gaara's tongue stroked into his mouth with the confidence only a partner could have. The bastard knew how hot and hard the simple kiss was making him. Fuck, he could only relent under such certainty, letting him explore his mouth as thoroughly as he wanted.

Naruto sucked in a breath only to let it out seconds later in a soft moan.

Gaara's lips were soft and firm, tongue wet and teasing as it pushed past Naruto's lips. He sucked Gaara's tongue, surprising him. A pleased groan vibrated up the redhead's throat releasing into his mouth—a sign of approval. Tongues slid slicky over each other in a passionate embrace as Naruto relaxed into the touch.

When Gaara first had kissed him at school, he wasn't sure of what to expect from another boy's lips on his after his initial shock. Maybe a spark or lust, or repulsion that told him guys were not his thing. But Gaara's lips were rather ordinary, all things considered. Warm, soft, a pliable pressure against his mouth. Naruto had learned to crave those soft lips and gentle touch. A hot delicious mouth that had a subtle taste of citrus that could belong only to Gaara.

"Mmmm…" He moaned as pressure built in his lower abdomen, his dick slowly awakening from the stimulus.

"Fuck," Naruto moaned a little louder this time when Gaara forced his head back by pulling on his silky golden locks, gaining better access to his mouth. The rough treatment turning Naruto on even more. His other hand had kept sliding downward, resting on the swell above Naruto's ass.

He was nearly breathless. His breathing to fast, causing him to feel lightheaded. Gaara's body heat was smoldering against his own. Hands caressed his backside as a wet tongue thrusted deep into his mouth, threatening to choke him on the thick appendage. Naruto's head jerked back in reaction, but hands tightly gripping his messy golden strands prevented any escape. Gaara's tongue thrusting in and out, fucking his mouth deep with the slick hot muscle, nearly making him gag as it brushed against his tonsils. At the suddenly rough treatment, he decided to fight back, using his tongue to gain some control of the situation. A low growl surfaced from the dominant boy's mouth in disproval, earning Naruto a sharp nip to his bottom lip.

"Oww, bastard!"

Gaara simply smirked and continued on pushing his saliva soaked tongue into Naruto's willing mouth, moaning when their tongues tangled once again.

His heart was pounding in his chest, his blood boiling, as their tongues tangled together. Naruto was acutely aware of the wet sounds of their kisses as he reached his quavering tongue out to tangle with other's hot, slick muscle. At this point he didn't care if the others saw him making out with his boyfriend. It felt too fucking good to be self-conscious right now.

A gasp escaped his lips as he sucked in a much needed breath, saliva escaped and dripped down his chin. "Oh god…yes," he whimpered as the hot mouth suddenly moved away, licking the wet saliva trail on his chin clean. Teeth gently grazed his chin before trailing open-mouth kisses down his neck, alternating soft kisses with the light trace of the tip of his tongue. It felt so good, so intoxicating as Gaara kissed and rans hands all over his sensitized body. The blond head fell back, a loud moan escaping as his throat was brutally sucked on, teeth marking the tan skin.

"Fuck, you sound hot moaning like that. God, Naru, I love your dirty mouth." Gaara breathed heavily, inhaling the delicious scent of sweat and honey on the reddened neck.

Secretly loving the dirty talk from the usually stoic boy, blue eyes peeked open only to narrow at the mop of messy red hair filling his vision. "Shut up and kiss me." he panted, arms folding behind Gaara's neck for balance. The familiar burnt smell of incense filled Naruto senses with pleasure. A sigh escaped his bruised lips, loving the exotic fragrance of his boyfriend.

Deceptively strong arms wrapped around Naruto's small waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed tightly against one another. A hard press of an arousal rubbed against his flat stomach.

Jesus Fucking Crist!

"Wait…no…please, stop!" Naruto hissed.

His body immediately tensed, unprepared and unwilling for the rapid pace of how far they were progressing. It was getting out of control—fast. He was used to fairly mild make out sessions, sure, not this wild rush of all consuming lust.

In the back of his mind he knew this was wrong, that he should stop before it got too far, but he was too inebriated to really care.

"Shhh…it's okay. You'll like it." Gaara whispered.

Pale hands drifted under his shirt, ghosting over the tanned flesh. A loud gasp escaped and Naruto's back arched as fingers found his nipple, twisting it hard and then smoothing moments later. All the while Gaara was still sucking on the tender flesh of his abused neck. Thin soft hairs tickled his nose, nearly causing him to sneeze as Gaara sucked on the pulse. What a fucking tease.

God, he was breathless and dazed, lips swollen and body so turned on he couldn't think straight. "Oh, shit….yes," Naruto gasped.

If any rational thoughts were left in his fucked up brain, it was fucking gone now.

Gaara shifted his hips, and Naruto shuttered from the feel of the boy's hot, hard cock rock against his. A small part of him still had a hard time believing he was doing this with a guy. That he could feel this way over a boy—Gaara defiantly being all male as his hard dick ground against his erection. Fuck, not long ago he thought was straight and swore up and down that he was going to marry is crush, Sakura.

Now look at himself, humping his boyfriend like some goddamn wild animal.

"Fuck!" He groaned at a particularly well-aimed trust to his straining dick.

His cock was achingly hard, and with trembling limbs, Naruto slid sweaty hands underneath Gaara's shirt, roughly rubbing up and down the smooth sides while they rocked together. "Yes…that's it…Gaara, don't stop."

Groaning from the feel of Naruto responding so eagerly, Gaara crushed Naruto even tighter against his body. "You're so freaking cute," Gaara kissed his gasping lips. "So damn sexy and sweet."

Cool fingers gripped Naruto's shirt and wrenched up, pulling the flimsy material off, exposing his heated flesh to the cool air. A shiver spamming through his body at the sudden shift in temperature—enough to bring some reason back. Gaara paused, admiring the defined muscles of his chest, sun-kissed skin and the pinkish nipples.

Fuck, he really needed to find a way to explain to Gaara that trying to get into his pants when having other people in the same fucking room is not okay. It's just really difficult when he kept kissing me like that and refused to stop playing with my nipples.

"Ngh…wait…fuck…Gaara! Shika and Keeebz…are right behind us." He managed to slur out between moans, not sure whether if it was comprehendible or not.

Frowning at Naruto's suddenly sober thought, Gaara distracted him by tracing the outside of his areola with the tip of his tongue, circling and then licking around each nipple. Zeroing on the tip, Gaara flicked his tongue back and forth, finishing up with a gentle bite on Naruto's hardened pink nipples. "Fuck them, can't you see they are distracted. The surround sound is loud enough that they won't hear your sexy moans if that's what you're concerned about." Gaara gave a particular hard trust into Naruto's groin to gain back control.

It worked.

"Shit that feels good."

A husky chuckle made blood rush straight to Naruto's already engorged dick. "I think you're still really fucked up from those brownies," he murmured, licking and nipping at the boy's erect nipple.

Blaring speakers muffled the sound of Naruto crying out as his sensitive nipple was nipped and licked. His balls tightened at the sensation, bringing him closer to the edge. Slightly repulsed at sudden thought of coming in his new pants, he grimaced.

Naruto started as he felt hands slip beneath his belt, reaching farther down to settle on bare cheeks. A firm squeeze of his ass had Naruto cry out. Fuck, this was bad. He didn't think he could stop now even if he wanted to. He didn't know his body could feel this fucking good, being fairly new to the whole relationship deal. If he'd known it felt this damn amazing he would have sailed the gay ship a while ago.

As his nipple was lick, Naruto bit back a cry, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back when the sensitive bud was nibbled. His entire body arched in pleasure. "Oh god!"

Yeah, he might have had one to many drinks, but damn was his body in heaven as he straddled Gaara's lap, grinding their erections together through leather pants—desperate for friction. He felt too warm, his skin burned with every lick teasing his pink pert nipples, clutching the Gaara's arms as they rocked in a frenzied pace.

"Ngh…more…don't stop," he moaned, lust blown eyes gazing at the ceiling.

"I like it when you beg, you sound like a slut."

"Ahhh….shut up!" Naruto gasped breathlessly.

"You're close," Gaara said suddenly, breaking away from his chest to look at Naruto's expression. Lost. Overwhelmed by pleasure. "So close." His deep raspy voice spurred Naruto on even more.

A smirk formed on Gaara's lips briefly as he leaned forward, finding Naruto's soft lips again. Naruto opened eagerly this time, getting lost in the feel of wet lips against lips, tongue against tongue. They panted into each other's mouths, the room growing hot with their combined breath and body heat. Naruto's hands kept slipping on Gaara's sweaty flesh, loving the feel of those muscles flexing and reacting to his every touch. Hips rutted against each other in sharp, needy thrusts. They were both so close, desperate for that sweet release they both new was coming.

"Mmmm…harder Gaara! Faster…m' gonna cum!" Naruto screamed, completely forgetting about the other occupants in the room.

Two sets of eyes— one set of wide slitted dark-brown eyes, the other, a lazy chocolate brown that seeming already knew what was going on behind their backs—followed the sound from where the yell came from, landing on a half-naked sweaty Naruto straddling Gaara's waist on the other couch. Gaara's hands gripping the blonde's bare ass underneath the orange leather pants, both boy's humping each other senseless. The disturbing site effectively broke all attention away from the game.

A loud screech suddenly froze Naruto, pre-orgasm and all, on the spot.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

"Aaaagh! What the fuck Naruto?!" Kiba screeched at the top of his lungs, face turning red with anger as everyone else in the room squinted their eyes at the impressively volume. "And you!" He pointed at the glaring redhead with exasperating movements. "Get your filthy hands off him!" Their equally furious eyes locked in a heated glare. "I'm not fucking scared of that glare you child molesting asshole! You damn well know the Uchiha's glare is ten times worse and he backs it up with fists. No way am I going to get my ass kicked if he finds out his little brother lost his virginity under my watch. Not. Fucking. Happening!" He yelled, omitting the small detail of Sasuke threatening his manly bits if anything happened to Naruto.

Gaara's expression was that of indifference as he ignored the crazy dog lover's orders. He tried claiming the soft lips again, growling when a sobered-up Naruto leaned back, shrugging him off instead. Emerald eyes flashed dangerously as he tightened his hold on the blushing blond, not willing to release him just yet. He was way to fucking close reaching the next step in their relationship just to throw it all away. And for what? Naruto's overly protective 'big brother?' Fuck that shit, he was getting impatient—tired of Sasuke cock-blocking him even when the asshole wasn't here!

Face reddened with embarrassment, Naruto attempted to pry himself off of Gaara's lap, only to be caught in a tight bind. Growing tighter as he struggled, tension grew when the grip refused to loosen.

"Mmph…let go," he mumbled, blinking at Gaara in confusion, unsure of exactly what was happening. A nervous flutter in his stomach made him feel uncomfortable at the aggressive behavior. This was a new side of Gaara he had never seen before, and doesn't care to ever experience it again. Wiggling stronger to brake the nearly painful embrace, panic started to set in as he thought of his next move.

Kiba stomped over to the two love birds, cursing at Gaara's reluctance, and pried Gaara's hands off the poor boy. "Naruto, we are leaving right NOW! Put on your freaking shirt and get in the car." He hefted Naruto up by his arms, supporting the trembling body. "Jesus, man, you're getting fucking heavy. Lay off the ramen, will ya?"

Naruto sighed in relief when his personal 'guard dog' came to his aid. But unhappy about the weight comment.

Quickly perking up at the mention of ramen, Naruto regained all his senses back from his momentary shock. Stomach growling loudly as he remember he was trying to get something to eat before Gaara decided to molest him. He bounced off Kiba and steadied himself on still shaky legs, searching for his pathetic excuse of a shirt. Fuck did it in his favor tonight, he thought with a crooked grin—maybe a little too good.

"Yeah, yeah Kiba. You're just jealous that I have more muscle than you." Naruto said playfully as he put his shirt back on. "M'ready!"

Glancing down at Gaara, he felt a twinge of remorse that he was leaving him hanging like that, but secretly glad they hadn't taken thing to the next level. He wanted to be completely sober at least when the time comes. Plus take things at a much slower pace, defiantly not rut like some wild beast in the same fucking room his friends were in. He didn't think of himself as a romantic, but come on, was that too much to ask for? He didn't think so.

He gave his fuming boyfriend an apologetic smile and Shikamaru—who was dozing off on the couch—a small wave of his hand goodbye. "Sorry, Gaara, it's getting late. Gotta go. We can pick this up later." He mumbled nervously, scratching the back of his neck out of habit. Nothing else could be said to make this situation any less awkward, so he turned around to face Kiba. And before Gaara could make a comeback, Kiba grabbed Naruto's arm and yanked, dragging him towards the front door; leaving a very pissed off Gaara behind.

A loud crash resonated through the large apartment, a glass beer bottle shattering all over the wooden floor, effectively jolting the sleeping boy wake. "Get the fuck out!" Gaara roared.

Shikamaru, being the lazy genius that he is, heeded Gaara's advice and slowly got up, walking out of the apartment at a casual pace. Seemingly not bothered at all. But he was, he had never seen the redhead raise his voice like that, yet alone lose his shit. No way was he sticking around even though that couch was so damn comfy.

"Troublesome."

Quietly opening the front door and slipping into his house, Naruto blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the dimly lit room and shut the front door after he could see properly. The only light on in the house came from the hallway on the right. He was aware that neither Kakashi nor Iruka were home yet when Kiba dropped him off—Sasuke's car being the only vehicle in the driveway.

He expected as much, Kakashi was on graveyard shift filling in for another officer on vacation, and Iruka won't be back for—at least—another day as he was giving a seminar to a police academy located a town over. At one in the morning, he made silent prayer with his hands hoping that Sasuke was asleep in bed.

He really didn't want to deal with him tonight.

Naruto yawned, his eyes watering and stung slightly in punishment for being out so late and getting fucked up. The blond lifted his strong arms high above his head, stretching his tense muscles as he shuffled his feet toward the kitchen. His stomach produced a loud grumbling sound, heating up Naruto's cheeks to an embarrassed shade of red. God, I really hope some ramen is left in the cupboards. His mouth salivated at the thought of slurping up the salty goodness.

"Hey Kurama. You hungry, too, boy?" Naruto grinned when he'd spotted an orange furball padding its way over to then rub against his leg in greeting, the small creature meowed loudly in response.

The feline glanced up and gave Naruto a pointed look with his otherworldly red-slitted eyes. Having attempted to communicate its state of discomfort to the best of his limited ability.

"M'sorry Kurama," Naruto murmured softly, eyes casted down, while he scratched the back of his neck, feeling guilty for his less-than-desirable caretaking skills. He bent over to stroke the cat's silky mane with his fingertips, as a silent apology.

A high-pitched, warning growl was his answering response. Naruto's grin widened and a low chuckle escaped his throat at the weak threat, knowing Kurama won't cause any harm to him. It was a bluff. The crazy cat might not think twice about harming others, but not never Naruto.

The scrawny, black-nosed cat was not a typical cat, at all.

When a younger Naruto was playing in a densely wooded forest, a long-eared stray seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The little boy had no idea of the cat's age or where it had come from. He has no family, like me. The twelve year old then walked back to the orphanage, before the sun set and left him for darkness. The feral cat followed him closely behind, quickly deciding the small child a suitable enough caretaker.

The orphanage caretakers had not taken kindly to a wild animal as a pet, attempting more than once to get rid of the cat. They'd failed the simple task as the cat would always appear back into Naruto's room the next day, sealing their newly found relationship.

The strangest part about the cat is in the way he acted. Possessed. Like a demon, with razor-sharp claws and skin-piercing fangs, trapped inside the body of a small cat. Being too intelligent and perceptive for an animal of his species. Or any animal at all. But Naruto didn't mind that he had a psychotic cat for a pet. He loved the furry asshole. The cat had always been around since that fateful day in the forest. Kurama provided comfort during the many dark times in his life; filling a void he didn't know that he was previously missing in his heart.

Family.

Before he got much farther into the house, Naruto froze mid-step when he sensed a dark aura that came from the hall. The same hallway that housed their shared bedroom. A gasp escaped from his lips in surprise before he could stop himself when his gaze locked with Sasuke's. His heart sped up in a mix of fear and anticipation, unknowing of how his brother might react to the shit he'd pulled earlier. As he continued to stare at his older brother looming in the shadowy corridor, heat crept up his face from the dark, predatory look directed at him.

Dammit.

Naruto couldn't help himself from thinking that Sasuke resembled a vampire stalking unsuspecting prey in the shadows. Fuck, he even had a skin so pale that nearly glowed in the dimly lit room. Add his dark eyes and perfect features into the mix and he could fit right into Hollywood's 'version' of a vampire. One of those pretty ones, not the ugly scrunched-up face vamps that turned into bats or some shit. No, Sasuke was beautiful. And somehow even more attractive when angry—like now.

Sasuke's muscles were taut with suppression as he leaned against the wall, ready to charge at a moment's notice. Naruto's eyes lingered a little too long on Sasuke's exposed broad chest. Feeling slightly uncomfortable with the sudden desire to feel how soft the skin was. A perfect V— along with a teasing black hair trail—on his lower abdomen could be seen dipping into his dangerously low-riding pajama pants, highlighting sharp hip-bones and a feminine waistline.

What would he taste like?

He shifted uncomfortably, desperately trying to break away from the unexpected incestuous thoughts. Fuck him and his five-mile morning long runs. He never fuckin dates, who the hell is he trying to impress? Naruto battled internally, doing his damn best not to gawk at the site of his perfect stepbrother standing half-naked in the hallway.

Naruto's gaze shifted back up only to lock onto the bastards glaring eyes. Big mistake. As it's not his brother's ripped body that he admired the most. It's those goddamn intense eyes. Dangerous. Manic eyes. Like some endless void that promised unimaginable suffering if he so much as wished. The allure could be so strong that it could seemingly bend a weaker mans' mind against his will.

He was very grateful that love—for his little brother—soften Sasuke's eyes whenever he looked at him. So it ended up feeling comforting, like a dark embrace on a humid summer night, instead of his usual default icy glare that most people are subjected too.

That doesn't mean that they cannot be scary as shit when angry.

And, Jesus Crist, he looked pissed-the-fuck-off right now, judging by the clenched jaws, tensed muscles and balled-up fists.

Clearing his throat, Naruto decided to just shrug it off and leave it for later. His mind being still too hazed to deal with a brooding bastard.

Guilt stabbed at his chest when he noticed a rejected look briefly cross Sasuke's features after his disregarding pass. It had to be this way. He tried convincing himself, however, deep down he knew that avoidance was only hurting them both. But it was the only way to protect himself when Sasuke graduates and joins Itachi in the 'family' business in a few months' time.

The pain in his chest only grew larger as he continued to distance himself from his older brother. His best friend…

Flicking on the kitchen light switch, his eyes squinted from the sudden assault of florescent lighting. Light blue painted walls, cheap linoleum flooring, and high oak cupboards filled his vision. A comforting sense of familiarity washed over Naruto at the site HIS kitchen in HIS house. A house he loved because it meant he had family. Not a shared kitchen with a bunch or orphans fighting over a dessert.

He filled up Kurama's dish while he waited impatiently for his precious ramen to heat up in the microwave. The cat huffed and glared at the offending food prepared for him, being unsatisfied with the expensive brand name food.

"Stop being a spoiled brat and eat the damn food!" He growled at his pet's stubborn behavior.

Hunger eventually won out as cat devoured the displeasing supper after only a few minutes of brooding. The blond sighed and slumped against the kitchen counter facing the living room. God he was drained and could eat just about anything right now. He leaned over the cold marble surface with both elbows propped on the edge for support, back facing out.

He tapped his fingertips along the hard surface to distract himself from thoughts about Gaara. It didn't help at all. All his slightly buzzed mind could think of was that passionate kiss. That kiss that happened a mere hour ago while he restlessly waited for his meal to set and cool down.

Heat began to coil in his stomach – for the seemingly one-hundredth fucking time that day—as he could still vividly remember the way Gaara skillfully used his tongue and hands on his body. Goddamn his teenage hormones, he felt like some bitch fox in heat with the way his body seemed to heat up and react towards any hot guy that so much as glares at him.

Even his fucking brother! Fuck…just fuck.

But no, his body had continued to betray him as his face flushed and eyes dilated in lust despite his efforts of trying to distract himself. All thoughts centered on the way the jade eyed boy's skin felt like a furnace when their bodies were pressed against each other. How Gaara's grip had been firm and controlling, exploring every inch of exposed skin he could reach and caress.

Naruto was so immersed in his heated thoughts that he failed to notice Sasuke enter the kitchen and stand close behind him, closely observing the blonds flushed appearance with hungry onyx eyes.

Blood started to pool in his lower region. His cock twitched with interest when his mind went over and over the way Gaara's heated tongue twined with his own. So passionate and controlling. The taste addictive. He loved the unique tangy flavor of Gaara's mouth.

God he knew how to use that sinful tongue well.

Not just with kissing, but the way he had licked and nipped all over his body, forced him to squirm in pleasure and emit sounds he would rather not think about. Naruto brought his fingers up to brush against the heated mark that Gaara left behind on his neck. His mouth was gentle yet dominate throughout the entire experience, never once letting Naruto take control, much to his shame, he was no one's bitch. Really. He had only let it slide because it felt so damn good.

Fuck he was horny. Kiba just had to take notice right when he was about to blow his load…

He was practically panting by the time his dizzy brain got to the part where his boyfriends hands slid underneath his pants to grip his ass. God that was hot. He had not expected Gaara to get that bold, especially in the same room with company.

Must've been the brownies. Speaking of which, Choji made them way to fucking strong if he was still buzzed. How long was a high supposed to last anyway? He should not still be in a haze. Or so he thought, it's not like he knew from experience.

Heat suddenly washed over his back, breaking him out the trance like state he was in. Strong arms formed around his own, effectively boxing him in as they made purchase on the marble surface. A hot breath tickled against his neck, making Naruto hairs rise in response. He could smell a trace of mint from the toothpaste Sasuke had last used, his mouth was that close to his.

Naruto was suddenly very aware of his surroundings. Shit, when did Sasuke enter the room? And why the fuck was he practically pressed up against me?! Couldn't the teme tell that I was deep in thought, yet alone, give me some fucking personal space! Naruto's cheeks colored with rage.

"Naruto…"

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