Authoress: yay! I'm back for chappie two!.../does a dance/ okies then...since I'm typing this one the instant after I put up chappie one...I don't have any reviews yet...so, I'll just go on ranting to myself... Iruka:...I wasn't in the last chapter.../cries/

Authoress/glomps unsuspecting teacher/ SOO SEXY WITH KAKASHI!

Kakashi/blinks in confusion, looking up from the newest edition of Icha Icha Paradise/

Authoress: okay then...now, I'll make this short...

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.../sobs softly/ I wish I did...it'd be a lovely day for all Yaoi fanatics...oh, and just to tell you people...it's up to you who the main pairing ends up to be...it'll be an ongoing vote...so prepare yourself!

Gaara/does a dance to get attention/ PICK MEEE!

Neji: did he take his own stuff again?

Sasuke: I think so...

Authoress:...I don't know why...but Gaara just needed to be a drug dealer...and now...for Naruto's appearance!

Chapter Two: Only For You

Naruto's POV

"Hey sexy," Haku said softly, wrapping his arms around me. He always smelled wonderful-like morning dew. It was soothing to feel his warmth against my back, but at that moment, I needed something more than his comforting embrace. "Daijoubu ka?"

"I'm fine...just a little tired," I replied, returning the brotherly hug. He sighed, tightening his grip on my chest just enough to tell me he knew why I was so tired and that he cared. I thought it was funny that people were surprised at how Haku and I could read body language so well. The years we had been together, we had learned that words weren't needed between us.

"Gaara's here," Haku stated, changing the subject to the mysterious teen he knew I had a little bit of a crush on. "And he's brought a few friends...I guess the saying that 'beautiful people attract beautiful people' is true. The one boy is drop-dead gorgeous...I wonder what he looks like under that mask..."

I raised an eyebrow and smirked as Haku rested his head on my shoulder, his forehead gently pressing against my cheek. "Hmm...I don't think Zabuza will like hearing you're fantasizing about a guest..." Haku snorted and pulled himself away from me. Ha...so those two are fighting again, I knew it! I thought to myself. The couple, like any other pair of lovers, had their ups and downs, but Zabuza's and Haku's arguments most closely resembled wars-and within two days, they would make up (usually with hot, passionate sex that the rest of us employees had to fortune to hear...or in my case, feel). Ah, it's wonderful to live in the apartment next to Haku's and Zabuza's...especially during their...earthquakes...I thought sarcastically, turning to look at Haku.

"Is something wrong, Naruto?" I smiled evilly at my 'nii-san,' who returned my smile with a suspicious look.

"I'm not going to get much sleep tonight, either, am I?" I asked, my smirk growing into a fit of laughter at the flustered look on Haku's face. He was one of those people who could be embarrassed very easily, especially when it concerned his sex life.

"WHAA!" Haku spun around and stomped out of our small dressing room. He hates it when I'm right and I know it! HA! Sighing, I lifted up my carved mask from its place on the table in front of me and stared at it. It most closely resembled a fox with pointed fangs lining the top half of a snout, which was contorted into a snarl, and red outlining the eye slits. The mask's characteristics made it very frightening, especially to people who had never seen it before. The demonic-looking mask even gave me shivers sometimes, but I ignored that little voice in the back of my head, which was screaming in fear, as I slid it over my face. I quickly adjusted the leather strap around my head so it was hidden in my hair and took a glance in the large vanity mirror. I agreed with that voice for a moment as I stared at my fearsome reflection. Sometimes, one of my 'friends' asks why I wore such an obviously disturbing mask...they never got an answer, since I didn't want them to know the truth. Only four people...my 'family'...had ever seen my face without the mask on and hid what they truly thought of me. I sighed, knowing what everyone would do if they knew exactly what I was. They would never look at me the same if they knew...

They'd probably curse me like everyone else...

"About time, Kitsune!" Neko yelled over the array of music. The floor seemed to shake with the bass, but it could have also been the masses of bodies moving on the dance floor. I smiled politely at the pink-haired girl, immediately getting the attention of a few others. While some whispered my 'name,' others moved out of my path. Why did this-fear, awe, I never knew-I wasn't sure, but as soon as I reached the oval stage in the center of the floor, I glanced over to my left, then to my right, and truly smiled at my two 'fathers.' "Sensei!" The brunette glanced over at me and smiled, turning so I could see his full "costume." He and the other Sensei took the same name...maybe it was because they were lovers, I never asked either man, since I really didn't want to have to hear something about their sex life...I'd be scarred for life. Both Sensei wore the same outfit; a pair of tight black pants and a green vest, completely open to show off their muscular bodies.

Even though I had never been attracted to either of the two, I couldn't help but stare in (aroused) awe when the sliver-haired pervert removed himself from his cage and quickly raced into the other. A few of the guests, who had to obviously be regulars, cried out and clapped as Kakashi cornered Iruka and pulled the brunette into a crushing kiss. Exhibitionists...how do their masks not break? I wondered as I watched with curiosity as Kakashi and Iruka began a sensual dance, their hands traveling over each other's body fervently and received cheers from their audience. It's like live porn...I thought to myself, sighing as I hoisted myself up onto the stage and wrapped my fingers around the cold metal pole in front of me. Screams went up when our 'usuals' saw my body press against the metal. I shivered slightly at the cold touch of iron against my scantily clad body. I hated being so exposed, but the missing shirt and loose black pants, along with my mask, were my trademark outfit. Kakashi had told me more than once that my body was amazing-then Iruka hit him in the head and called him a pervert...Kakashi just took Iruka into his arms and pulled down his black mask. Too bad his back was always facing me. I was starting to think it was a conspiracy, but I promised that one day, I will see his entire face. That pervert's mask was always on, even when we were working, but he also wore a mask that, like nearly every other employee, covered the upper half of his face. Kakashi's mask had no carvings in it, it only had one mark on it, a vertical line on over his left eye. Iruka's mask was pretty much the same, plain, but his sole marking stretched across the bridge of his nose. Only the employees knew that that mark was identical to the scar on his face.

A pair of hands on my hips jerked me from my thoughts. The strong hands were calloused, but their touch was soft on my naked flesh. These oxymoronic hands slid around my waist and a warm body pressed against mine. Just from the way his body fit mine perfectly, I knew it was Gaara. "Hi, Beautiful...we've missed you lately."

"Hmph..." Gaara was beautiful-the single most gorgeous creature I had ever seen. He and I held a mutual attraction, but the teen had yet to make any move, so we kept our relations at a level of friendship, but I wouldn't mind changing that status. I sighed inwardly, hoping that, for once, this embrace would turn into something more. He always greets me like this...but he's really an affectionate person...so I guess it's not that weird for him to go up and hug his friends...

"Who are your friends?" I asked softly, remembering what Haku had told me earlier. I wonder if they're as handsome as him...

"Childhood friends...customers..." Gaara mumbled as our bodies ebbed to the beat of the music. I knew Gaara sold illegal drugs-who was I to judge?-but to his childhood friends? "Come up to the second floor and I'll introduce you..."

His voice made my body shiver-the deep tone coming from a boy a year younger than myself, who was already a full head taller than me, always had an impact on people, but this time...his voice sounded different. "Once I'm given a break," I replied, turning my head to look at the young man. He was the only person I knew of, besides Zabuza, who didn't wear one of the club's masks, but I knew it would be a sin to cover up that face. I knew his cheeks, almost round enough to be called pudgy, and button nose screamed 'juvenile,' but looking into those pale green eyes, enhanced by the black eye liner he always wore, I couldn't help but feel like I was a child compared to him. And, at only fifteen, Gaara had a body that even Kakashi was jealous of and the teen's unusual wardrobe always hid the majority of his body, but I had seen him without his clothes on...and it was heavenly.

Too bad he found out that I'm extremely lucky...or else we could have played strip poker again...I thought to myself, remembering that everyone-every employee and a few of our regulars-was completely naked except for Kakashi and myself. Well, correction, except for his mask-which he refused to take off-Kakashi was as bare as the others. Zabuza is a scary sight...Haku has guts for sleeping with that walking mound of muscle...no wonder he's the only bouncer...who would need a second one with him around! I smiled at the thought of the 'walking mound of muscle.' It was one of those love/hate relationships between us and, even if Haku wasn't completely in love with him, I would have still seen him as part of my family. Thinking back at our strip poker tournament, I shivered when I remembered Gai.

Gaara, noticing my shiver, wrapped his arms tightly around me, pulling me further into his chest. He smells wonderful...like...the sand on a beach...I thought to myself as I tilted my head back to look up at his face again. Gaara, for all of his glares and almost evil demeanor, was truly a compassionate person. Ever since I've met Gaara...I knew I could talk to him about anything... His caring embraces always helped me when I was in one of my moods and, like with Haku, he didn't even need to say anything to me.

I didn't realize until Gaara's arms loosened from their grip around me that the song had ended. I looked into his face and could detect the smallest of smiles there. I heard cries of the people surrounding us as a much faster song started up. Smiling at the red head, I watched as he looked down. I knew he was going to leave the dance floor-for some reason, he hated the faster songs that I loved.

I was about to say "I'll be up in a few," but I only got to 'I-' before I discovered Gaara's lips on my own. I unconsciously returned the kiss, pressing my tongue against his soft lips. Our gentle kiss quickly turned into a passionate mating of tongues. Gaara wove his fingers of one hand into my hair, tipping my head back slightly while his other hand rested on my hip. Involuntarily I curled my fingers into the back of Gaara's shirt, pulling myself flush against the taller teen.

I could hear the collective gasps around us and a loud bang come from my right over my own pants for breath. I somehow knew that that bang was Iruka; he either fell or fainted out of surprise. I couldn't blame him for being so shocked. The only people I had ever kissed with such fervor were my customers, but I never did so in public, and the only public displays of affection were when I kissed Haku, but that was just to 'advertise' and to annoy Zabuza to no ends. Not even Zabuza could not be aroused by being a spectator to one of Haku's and my make-out sessions.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as Gaara pushed me against the pole. I couldn't help but inwardly thank him for that. I had already begun feeling as if my legs would give out at any given moment and I didn't want to embarrass myself by falling. As soon as I felt the cold metal touch my spine, it seemed as if the world around us faded away. The sounds, voices, even the heat of the club seemed to disappear-everything disappeared from my senses except for that pole and him.

I was astonished to find out that Gaara, even though he didn't look it, was an excellent kisser; not even the best kiss I had ever experienced before held a candle to this. Even when having sex-however mind blowing it was-I never felt like this...as if...as if time itself had been stopped. My moment of ecstasy ended when I felt Gaara's strong hand cup my cheek and his body pull away reluctantly. "After you meet my friends...upstairs?" he asked softly, his husky voice interrupted after each word by a soft gasp for breath.

I stared at him, the image of his flushed face and almost pleading eyes engraved into my mind. So beautiful...I thought to myself, unable to believe I was this lucky. Then, his question returned to my thoughts and, if Gaara hadn't had me nearly squashed between him and the pole, his arm now holding onto my waist, I would have collapsed. Upstairs! I couldn't even find my voice, I was so...excited. I nodded my head, gulping. My excitement was quickly replaced by nervousness as a thousand questions swarmed into my mind. Will I be able to please him? Is it his first time? Am I going to be top or bottom? What about work? Should I go get some lubricant? How many people has Gaara been with? Is he going to think I'm a whore? My thoughts continued to spiral downwards, making me almost depressed. Of course Gaara hasn't slept with as many people as me... At that moment, I felt so embarrassed that I nearly slipped out from Gaara's embrace.

Gaara stopped my action with a single movement of his hand; I froze when I felt his arm pull me closer to his chest, the hand that had been cupping my cheek slowly moving down to my shaking hand. He wrapped his fingers around mined and pulled my hand up to his face. I stared in amazement as Gaara brushed his lips against my knuckles, then looked up at me.

"Gomen..." I gasped when I saw the hurt in his eyes. Even though the rest of his face betrayed no emotion, it felt as if my heart was being sliced by some invisible blade when I saw those eyes. I, not even thinking about my actions and no longer caring about Gaara seeing me as a slut, threw myself at Gaara, wrapping my arms so tightly around his neck, I swore I heard him gasp for breath once. I buried my head into his chest, reveling in his distinct scent.

"Let's go meet your friends," I said softly into his shirt, knowing that my quick movements and statement must have surprised Gaara. He chuckled softly and squeezed my hand. Letting his longer fingers intertwine with my own, I followed him off of the raised platform. As we wove through the dancing crowd, I only took a quick glance back at Iruka, who was smiling from his sprawled position on the floor. Iruka nodded his head at my unasked questions. Those two can take care of the stage for the rest of the night.

"How about meeting them another time?" Gaara asked softly when we finally reached the stairway. I looked at him questioningly, noticing his gaze was on a young man walking down the same stairs we were going up. For a moment, the two stared at each other-their silence created a tense atmosphere. I wanted to call him an icicle for the cold vibe I got from him, but I could also tell from his posture that he was quite angry...and some of his anger was directed at Gaara. Is this one of Gaara's childhood friends...iie...friends don't get this angry about something...I thought to myself. wondered for a moment who the man was, if he wasn't one of Gaara's friends, but my attention quickly redirected itself at a pair of teens who were obviously following the dark haired man. They both wore identical masks-perfectly unmarked. For a moment, I assumed that they were lovers, since that was generally the only reason people wore the same mask, but then I saw how oddly they acted next to each other. Family...I thought, getting a feeling that the two were closely related by blood.

I almost furrowed my eyebrows when I noticed the glances the tall boy gave his...sister? Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell that it was a look of affection. That isn't brotherly love...I thought, guessing the two's relationship was one of unrequited love, but I changed my mind again when I watched as the girl and her...brother...began following the icicle (who had obviously finished glaring at Gaara). For a moment, I was sure I could see the girl trying to hold the boy's hand. Well...that's one fucked up relationship...brother likes sister...sister likes brother...and they don't know it...I sighed, glancing up at Gaara. I could see the dejected look on his face for a moment, but that expression was quickly replaced by his usual stoic face. "Gaara?"

"What?" He glanced up from the floor as we ascended the stairs, smiling gently at me. In the year I had known Gaara, I had never seen him with such...defeat in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" I asked, tightening my fingers around his. He sighed, looking at me for a moment before nodding his head slightly. At that moment, I just wanted to hold Gaara forever...never let go...and protect him from anything else that would hurt him.

With that protective feeling, I realized that I didn't just have a crush on the red head. Somehow, in the months that I had gotten to know Gaara-while he attempted to drown himself with alcohol-I had fallen head over heels in love with the quiet man. "Kitsune?"

I looked up at him, realizing that we were already outside one of the rooms reserved for 'guests,' then smiled softly, standing on my toes to kiss Gaara on the cheek. "Aishiteru..."

Gaara's eyes widened at my statement, then softened as he embraced me. He whispered into my ear, so softly I almost missed it, but I heard his reply and smiled softly into his shoulder.

Aishiteru...no one's ever said that to me before...

Authoress: yep, another chappie's done...and I must say...even though Gaara came out a lil' OOC...just a tad, ne?...it came out good...different from what I first wrote...

Naruto: She writes everything out by hand first...

Authoress: yep...I'm so bored...and Carpal tunnel hurts/cries/ I hope everyone liked this chappie, and more to come! Oh, PS...this story...the final pairing depends on what you guys want...it could end up being Gaara/Naruto, Gaara/Sasuke, or Naruto/Gaara...all depends on you guys, so review away! Oh, another thing...PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU WANT THE NEXT CHAPTER TO BE A LEMON FOR THESE TWO LOVEBIRDS!...if no one says anything...it'll be a surprise!