Chapter two

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto...that privelage belongs to Masashi Kishimoto-sama. Though I do have a Gaara key chain and Sunagakure gloves.

After their quick shower, Naruto went downstairs and began making breakfast. Gaara looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but grin as he looked at the outfit that was chosen for him. It was a black hooded tank top, skin-tight leather pants and motorcycle boots with fishnets on his lower arms. (A/N: nosebleed! -faint- ) He tried to guess why Naruto had chosen this outfit, but no ideas came to mind. All thoughts vanished from his mind however when he smelled the chocolate chip pancakes. He turned and bolted down the stairs to see the table already set for two. Naruto put a small pile of pancakes on Gaara's plate, and a big heap onto his own plate. He looked up when Gaara entered the kitchen and immediately felt his pants tighten. Gaara flushed at the look he was given and asked,

"Are you okay, Naruto?"
Said blond snapped out of his reverie and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Gaara sat at the table opposite his lover and began to eat. He paused for a moment when an impish idea came to mind, and put his plan into action. He lowered himself in his seat as slowly as possible so that Naruto wouldn't notice, and carefully slid his foot up his lover's leg. Naruto didn't seem to notice so Gaara went a little further. He lowered himself some more and pressed his foot against the blond's crotch. Naruto stopped with the fork suspended in the air and his eyes fluttered. Gaara started a rhythm where he pressed against his lover and pulled away...only to push a little harder against him. Naruto pressed his hips forward and groaned.

"Gaara...not now..."

The red head put on a pout face and pulled his foot away.

"Fine then..."

He went back to eating and completely ignored the face he was given by the blond sitting opposite him. To say in the least...Naruto was surprised that Gaara gave up so easily. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say that the red head was up to something. He shook those thoughts from his mind and continued eating. The rest of the morning passed in silence as they ate and by 11:30, Naruto was starting to get antsy. Gaara looked over at him from his spot on the couch and asked,

"What's wrong Naruto?"

The blond looked up and tried but failed to put on a happy face.

"Oh...nothing just...er...hmmm..."

Gaara stood and went over to his lover and straddled his hips. He kissed him lightly on the mouth and said,

"You can tell me...I'm not him, you know."

Naruto looked away which only served to fuel Gaara's growing impatience. He nuzzled his face into Naruto's neck and gently started biting and sucking on the skin there. Naruto leaned his head to the side to give Gaara better access and placed his hands on the lithe waist of his koibito.

"Onegai, Naru-chan...tell me."

That one word made Naruto completely surrender.

"I don't know if you'll like the gift I got you for our anniversary."

Gaara sat up straight and Naruto groaned at the loss of his lover's talented mouth on his bare flesh.

"I'll like whatever you get me, Naru-chan...don't worry."

This hardly made Naruto feel any better, so he voiced a new concern that had arisen.

"But I don't want you to like it just because you don't want to hurt my feelings...I want you to truly, honestly like it."

"I will...I like anything you give me."

Naruto bit his lip and pulled out his wallet to check the contents. A few 20's and a single 10 were seen along with his ID and credit card. There also was a pink card which he had gotten from a close friend a few days ago, but he didn't want Gaara to see it, so he folded up his wallet and put it away.

"All right...let's get going then."

Gaara was a little reluctant to leave his spot, but got up anyway and went to the front door. Naruto stood and stretched his arms toward the ceiling.

"So, where are we going exactly?" Gaara asked.

"You'll see..."

Gaara didn't like how that sounded. He knew better than to ask though, so he followed Naruto outside and, somewhat apprehensively, started the long walk to the center of the city.