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Pairings: GaaNaru, NaruGaa

Summary: Gaara is tired of being embarrassed and feels fragile and totally vulnerable to Naruto. He is confused and disturbed by the emotional affects Naruto has on him.

Warnings: Blood

Author's Notes: Ok, Gaara's not used to being with people like Naruto and having...er, a "friend". He still has a bad temper and, well, other things. So, now I hope this chapter doesn't seem too much like I pulled it out of my...coughs

Right!

On with the show!

Chapter Five: Sandwiches and Blood

The door slammed shut behind us. I sighed. Home sweet Home! Or something like that. I wanted to take a nap, but then again, I always do. I just wanted to lie down and pretend I could sleep. Last night was a fluke. I don't know how that happened, but I know I'm not going to get trashed every night just so I can get a few hours of sleep. Naruto was humming a tune behind be. Why did every minute with him have to be so full of...of him? I mean, he can't ever sit still. It's like he has to let anyone who's around know that he's there. I doubt that even if he was perfectly quiet, that I would ever feel alone. I ignored him completely. He tried to jump on me from behind. I heard a hard thud and he fell to the ground wailing.

"Ow! Gaara! Why did you do that?" he asked, rubbing his swore head that had run straight into my protective wall of sand.

"It automatically protects me," I said calmly, knowing damn well that I could control it almost completely. I also knew I had made the sand form extra hard for extra payback on telling his friends about us. He was just being a pain in general. How could I think I had fallen in love with this guy? We both had demons. Our similarities pretty much stopped there.

I sat down on the couch and fished through my bag. At times like this, when I knew I couldn't sleep but I also had a lot of time on my hands, I would read. I decided to be spontaneous and grab the first book I put my hands on. Ah ha! Let's see...Oh, Hell no. I was completely repulsed by the title. I looked at Naruto. He was looking at me intently. Why did he look at me like that? His face was annoying. I chucked the book straight at him and he dodged it. It was one of Temari's romance novels. She probably stuck it in there on purpose.

"Gaa-chan! Why are you being so vicious? It's not my fault that" he started, but I stopped him.

"That's Gaara-sama to you!" I yelled, making him jump from the sheer force of my voice.

"G-Gaara-sama...what's wrong?" he asked. Boy was he stupid.

"What's wrong? First, I can't stand your teasing! Second, why the fuck do you have to announce to the whole world that we've fooled around? As if it isn't pretty much obvious with all these marks you've gnawed into me with your damn fangs! And, don't you have something to do? Huh? Do you just want to hang around me all the time, staring at me with that dumb look on your face?" I shouted at him at the top of my lungs. I don't shout. It took more energy than I thought it would. That was the biggest outburst I've ever had that didn't involve violence. I could feel the vein throbbing on my forehead.

Were those tears in his eyes?

"If that's true, t-then why do you bother to stay here?" he asked hotly. I could see them nowthe tears running down his face. I thought I couldn't stand to see those tears. My mouth kept moving and I didn't know what it was going to say next.

"Why? Because it's free and comes with a slave!" The words flew out of my mouth. "I am your Gaara-sama, aren't I?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Good! Now make me a sandwich!" I yelled so loud everyone in the building must have heard.

"Y-Yes, G-Ga-Gaara-sama!" he choked out between sobs. He went off to the kitchen. What? I didn't even want a sandwich. I was just saying that to torture him, and he was really going to the kitchen. What the fuck is going on? Was he actually making one for me?

I know. I must seem like the ultimate nice guy. Well, he deserved it. Nobody's ever gotten this kind of reaction out of me. Nobody's ever done the things he's done. Nobody's ever provoked these emotions in me. The only emotions I had in the past were boredom, loneliness, anger, and disgust. When I was with Temari back home, I felt so depressed without him. It was uncontrollable and irrational. I know I don't need anyone and yet I feel like living is painful without him. When I spend nights with him he actually makes me do things I would never do with anyone else. He fills me with happiness. I laugh. I'd never laughed before, but with him, it's like I forget who I am. Does he even understand what he's doing to me? When he kisses and touches me, I feel like I'm going to die if he ever stops. He fills me with fear. If he left, I could never find anyone to replace him. If he was ever with anyone else, I would fear him loving me less. Everything he does, he does without knowing the affect it has on me. His slightest movement changes my whole world. I don't like the control he has over me. If he told me to jump, I would ask how high. I traveled miles over here just to see him. I would never even travel across town if I didn't have a good reason. I heard his small voice from the kitchen.

"G-Gaara-sama...I don't have any b-bread," he cried shyly. Stupid boy. I don't care about your sandwich or your bread, it's you that's driving me insane.

"Oh really?" I felt lucky. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted control. I was on a roll, so why not continue? "That's probably because you're a failure!"

"HEY! YOU KNOW THIS IS MY HOUSE!" he yelled back. Did I hear a snap? "I KEEP WHAT I WANT HERE!"

"Yeah! The only thing you have is instant ramen! That and moldy coffee!" I spat. I stood up to face him. I didn't care if none of it made sense anymore. I loved yelling at him, causing this pain that hurt the both of us, and yet we both stayed to yell more.

But why?

"The coffee's moldy because Kakashi-sensei left it here a year ago! And ramen is the most wonderful tasting thing in the world! Never insult ramen again!" he cried. He picked up an empty ramen cup and tossed it at me.

"You and your stupid ramen!" I screamed as I knocked him into the wall and pressed his shoulder deeper into it until he winced. The contact was pleasurable, even if it was violent. I wanted to touch him even if it was to rip out his throat.

"FUCK YOU!" he said, biting my ear until it bled. I howled with the pain. "NO! I TAKE THAT BACK!" he continued with some of my blood dribbling from his mouth, "I'LL NEVER FUCK YOU! NO BLOW JOBS EITHER, YOU DISGUSTING SAND DEMON!"

"I don't want your fucking half-assed blow jobs!" I punched him in the face with incredible force. He punched me in the stomach and we rolled on the floor fighting each other like cats and dogs. I pulled his hair and bit his shoulder. He thinks he's the only one with teeth! He pushed me off and sent me spinning into the wall, but not before I clawed the front of his chest and ripped half of his shirt off. He kicked at my head, but I dodged it and kneed him in the ribs. He went flying backwards on to the couch with a giant thud. He picked up my gourd that was lying there and tried to throw it at me, but I made it dissolve and envelop him in the sand. He appeared behind me, trying to strangle me as his clone was crushed by sand. We were still yelling and screaming. We knocked things over and ran into walls, causing the whole place to rumble.

"I HATE YOU!" we screamed in unison. We froze where we were. He was grabbing the front of my shirt and one of my wrists. I was stepping on one of his feet and my free hand was positioned to punch his already bleeding face. Sand was creeping around his waist silently and another of his clones held me from behind. His eyes were glowing a demonic red and I could feel my own eyes burning.

Naruto turned to the door of the apartment, breathing heavily.

"Hi..." he said, as the clone behind me let go to wave to the neighbors, landlord and lady standing at the doorway. One of the neighbors was holding a crying baby. A chunk of the ceiling fell onto the floor.

"Yes! Yes, I know there are other people in the building. I'm sorry! I'm very sorry! Yes! I will pay for damages! I know! I'm sorry! No! No, you don't need to kick him out. He's a temporary guest..."

I could hear him talking outside. I lifted my shirt to inspect the damage. I had a bruise the size of my head on my side. My lip was cut, swollen and protruding slightly. The wrist he had been holding felt like it had been crushed. I heard the door open and he staggered over to me. He came to study me and I lowered my shirt.

"Wait! That doesn't look so good," he said trying to lift my shirt again.

"Neither does your face," I said resisting his tugging on my shirt. I don't know if I meant it as an insult or not. His face really did look messed up. In either case, he still had an "Oh, shit" look on his face.

"G-GAARA! YOUR EAR!" he yelled. Now that he's screamed like that, I do notice a difference. It seems I can hear a little better out of my right ear than my left. He ran to the kitchen, making a bunch of racket while I moved my hand slowly to touch my ear. It was hanging oddly. When he came back he was panicking and I just stared at my hand.

It was completely covered in blood.

"What are you doing?" I asked. My own question seemed pointless in my earsor rather, my right ear and what ever was left of the other. I completely missed his answer. I heard something about paper, I think. I was lost in a daze. Naruto was wrapping me with all different kinds of bandages and splashing all kinds of ointments and rubbing herbs into my skin. I only barely noticed him above me. It was like a dream. I moved to touch his forehead.

"You're bleeding," I said as I shifted in and out of the waking world. He waved something in front of my nose and I gasped.

"AH! What happened?" I jumped up. Naruto sighed in relief.

"I thought I was going to have to take you to the hospital. I taped your ear back together with some special herb paper." he said. He stood up to face me with his watery eyes, and brought me into a hug.

"I'm so sor-"

"NO!" I yelled before he could finish.

"Shh! Keep your voice down, Gaara, or they'll kick us out," he said sharply. The irony of him telling me to be quiet did not go unnoticed.

"Listen to me, Kitsune," I continued softly, "You did this to me last time. I'm apologizing, not you."

"Oh..." he said, slowly breaking into a small smile.

"I'm s-sorry for...being ungrateful...and for starting a fight with you," I finished. I stumbled over the word, but I was still proud of myself. I'd only apologized to someone once before. He walked up to me and brought me into a hug again.

"Ah! Gaa-chan! You know I love you! I love you!" he stretched out the last phrase dramatically while squeezing me tighter. I yelped in pain. He laughed and apologized. He carried me to the couch and set me down gently like I was some delicate doll. I didn't need him to, but I let him anyway. My mind was a little occupied. Had he ever told me before he loved me? He kneeled to the side of me and brushed my hair back. I melted into his touch and he grinned at me beautifully. How could he possibly still be beautiful with his cheek so swollen and blood dripping into his eyes?

"To think this was all over a sandwich," he exclaimed. I didn't want a sandwich! I screamed in my head. I just want your eyes to stop making my heart leap out of my chest. I just want to be able to look at your foxy grin with out feeling like I'm going to melt into a puddle of goo. I just want my body to not react to your every touch like your hands and mouth were made of flames. Just what is happening to me?

"I promise I'll buy some bread tomorrow, ok? Gaara-sama?"

He was still so stupid. I loved him anyway. At least this is what I would imagine love to feel like. It was a little painful. I nodded just to appease him and he grinned. Oh, that grin. I melted into a puddle of goo on his couch. I hope he wouldn't mind picking me up later. I day-dreamed for awhile as he began to pick the place up. After a while of watching him clean and watching him accidentally knock more things over, I tried to get up to help him. Or at least I was going to ask if he needed help. He said that he didn't want me to lose my ear and pushed me back down. I don't know how that would even be possible with the way he wrapped it to my head.

Ok, I was getting sick of lying there. Does he think I'm some kind of fragile thing that's going to break if I over-exert myself? Please, I'm Gaara of the Sand, killer of puppies and maimer of children. I have a whole village that fears me. The only time I'd felt real pain was with him.

"I'm tried of lying here. Let me do something," I said irritated. He looked at me. I could tell he was exhausted by the dullness in his eyes.

"Ok. I'm just gonna lie down for awhile. My foot kinda hurts anyway," he mumbled the last part softly so that I barely heard it. I looked at his foot and noticed the way he limped. He had a sprained ankle. I cursed out loud. How could he go around on that thing? And he didn't even let me help him. He assured me that after he slept Kyuubi would have him completely healed. So I was left to clean the rest of the place up.

Was this how all relationships worked? Someone says something stupid and the other person reacts until they're both yelling and screaming their heads off? Do fists always have to fly, does blood have to be shed, and homes wrecked? If that was the case, relationships would be too dangerous. Kankuro never talked about his relationships, he was always out anyway. Temari never let anyone close enough to start one. I never thought of it this way. I never watched people in relationships, but now that I think about it, I find relationships sad. You break someone's ankle and then he goes and tries to hide it from you. Why is it that way?

My wrist was fractured. It didn't matter, I could clean with one hand. The damage to the place really wasn't that bad. There were large dents in the walls, but most of the mess was just trash that was already littering the place. I picked it all up and it fit in two large bags. The place actually looked better than it did before our fight. I wrapped my wrist up with more bandages, I knew I would heal quickly too. I yawned slightly as I wandered into Naruto's room as silently as I had the night before. He was sleeping.

I sprawled out next to him and let my injured hand lie on his stomach. It rose and fell with the rhythm of his heavy breathing. Peaceful. Everything was just so peaceful with him. No one was trying to kill me and I didn't feel hated. I just felt peaceful. My eyes closed. His breathing was so soft it almost lulled me to sleep, but then I remembered my monster. How could I forget?

Watching him sleep still made me a little jealous, even if it was a beautiful sight. I got on my side to watch him more closely. He was still a little bloody and torn. He looked very much like a fallen angel. I wanted to sleep with him and dream with him. I'd never had a dream before. I rolled on top on him, chest to chest. I wasn't cautious like I was last night. I even wanted him to wake up. He made some mumbling noises and I lowered my head next to his. I kissed him softly on the junction between his ear and jaw. My good hand played with his golden hair and traced his whiskers. I smiled to myself.

He said he loved me.

This man was all mine. I put my head down again and hugged him tighter. I complained about him always being around me, but here I was studying him and clinging to him as needy and tenderly as he did. I moved restlessly and wondered how he could sleep with me un top of him like this. I thought for a moment and timidly bent down to lick his ear.

"G-Gaara..." He mumbled, "Stop bothering me. I'm trying to sleep! Jeez, don't you have something to do?"

I whimpered a little and he cracked an eye open. He broke into a grin.

"Don't look at me with those eyes!" he cried, tossing a pillow at my face. It hit right on target and fell down with a plop. I gave him a serious face. He did not just throw a pillow at my face. He backed away slowly.

"I'll kill you," I glared. I grabbed both of his arms and nailed him to the bed. I was still sitting on top of him. The pressure on my wrist hurt too much, so I held one of his arms with an elbow, which brought me even closer to him. He kicked and screamed and laughed. Having him under me like that was so intoxicating. I couldn't hold back the devil's smile that spread across my face or the sparks that flashed in my eyes. The way his eyes opened wide in surprise and the way his delicate teasing mouth moved made me want to completely devour him.

"R-RAPE! RAPE! AHH!" he yelled, face flushed. My smile softened and laughed inside. Oh, yes. I was going to rape him. I snickered deviously.

"You can't rape the willing," I whispered. His blush deepened. How could he blush with everything that he's done to me? The scent of blood was heavy on him and I inhaled it like it was a delicious perfume. My tongue shot out to lap at his wound.

"G-Gaara!" he panted, "I...I don't know how I'm ever going to live with you."

I gave him a questioning look. He squirmed out of my hold and sat up on the bed.

"I'm gonna have to get used to taking cold showers," he said with a toothy smile. Before I knew it he was on top of me. He fingered my swollen lip a little and kissed it gently. He got up and headed to the shower. I wanted so badly to follow him and pound him into the bathroom tiles until he was screaming my name, but I refrained. I needed to have some control. Just because he said he loved me doesn't mean I can trust him like that, even though it hurt to think of him lying. I headed back to the kitchen to wash my face. I could hear his cheerful singing from the shower. I sighed dreamily. There was never a moment that wasn't full of him.

I tried to concentrate on other things besides him the rest of the night. I took out my favorite book and did my best to control my urges to do horrible things to him. I learned just how much he can't stand to be ignored. He kept frowning at my book and touching me and talking to me. I was glad that I'd gained controlled over my facial expressions when I was young. He still caught me blushing into my book a couple of times. I must say, there is absolutely nothing romantic about a homicidal ninja unleashing bloodthirsty zombies on innocent villagers. I still couldn't hold back the blush. He stayed up late with me, but eventually he fell asleep on my lap, curled up like a cat. I took him to his bed and set him down lightly. I decided to roam outside until morning.

I sprinted across Konoha. I could feel my body was already mostly healed. Only my wrist smarted every once and a while. I ended sitting on top of the Hokage monuments watching the village sleep. I thought about everything that had happened in the last couple of days. I had so many new experiences and feelings. I felt so lucky. I really wanted to do something for him. After early morning had passed, I headed back. He wasn't there, so I could work silently.

THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE!

So, what is Gaara up to? We'll see:)

Kay! Time to answer a few reviewers!

Rachel Draco: Nah, I've pretty much gotten used to the idea of homo sex. That doesn't bother me at all. I guess it's just cuz this is my first fic with chapters and all and I'm shy about writing about sex in general, but mostly oral...Heehee. I was blushing like a madman while writing that.

ghostninja85: ...I bite. o.O (coughs) Yeah...but anyway, you can see he complained about it a little in this chapter. Oh! But of course he bit him there completely by accident when he heard the door. That would just be plain mean if he did that on purpose!

LazEbum: SCORE! My very own fangirl. I always wanted one.

Garnet-Crystals: Aww...I'm glad I made you laugh.

M'kay! Thanks to everyone who reviews! I'm already about half-way done with the next chapter. I kinda split the two of these in half because it was getting a little long.