If: Another one bites the dust! More people have shown up! ... Oh and by the way, I don't own Naruto.
Warnings: Boys molesting boys, blood and gore, character death!
Gaara's mind was blank. It wasn't pleasant, it wasn't a bad thing, it was just… blank. It was like his brain had decided to take a holiday while Gaara's body was stuck pinned to the wall beneath a decidedly perverted blond. All that was registering in Gaara's mind was that there were lips, oddly smooth lips, pressed against his own, and a firm body pushing him against the white wall.
Between a rock and a hard place, Gaara thought sardonically. With that thought, his mind seemed to catch up to the situation at hand, but the second the blond's lips moved it was gone again.
Those horribly soft and almost feminine lips were gently caressing his own. Gaara's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his eye lids closed. A leg worked its way between his own, and Gaara's hands lost their grip on his towel. Those lips were parting now and Gaara felt a flick of tongue. As a knee was worked up against his exposed groin, a gasp passed through his lips and so did the tongue. The muscle swept across his teeth and ran along the roof of his mouth before caressing his own tongue. His body moving on its own, his tongue responded in turn, caressing the tongue in his mouth. This effectively startled the blond, but it didn't make him want to stop in any way. A hand traced his hipbone and that knee ground against him. Gaara groaned.
Some small part of Gaara's mind was screaming at him, telling him he shouldn't be doing this, that he should push the blond away and sock him. Gaara was too immersed in pleasure to listen to that voice. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the way you looked at things, Naruto's own inner conscience had piped up and the blond was now trying to disentangle himself from the red head.
As Naruto's lips separated from Gaara's and he could finally breathe properly, his mind seemed to come back. The full force of what had just transpired hit him squarely on the jaw. Gaara's mouth hung open, and his hands, which had apparently grabbed onto the blond at some point, dropped. Naruto winced at the expression on Gaara's face.
"… Um…" Naruto said, effectively breaking the mood. Gaara twitched and finally pushed the blond away, unaware of his nudeness.
"You!" he growled. Naruto winced again. His life was going to end. He was going to be killed by a very mad, extremely hot, and bothered red head. It wasn't the worst way to go, he supposed.
"Um… I think I should go…" Naruto said, before noticing that Gaara was nude. Blushing from head to toe he tried to turn away but could only stare. Gaara was most definitely a natural red head.
"I could kill you! You just molested me!" Gaara shouted. Naruto pouted, finally being able to tear his eyes away from Gaara's body.
"You didn't seem to mind!" Naruto said, gesturing to the red head's state of undress. Blushing and furious, Gaara grabbed the towel and tied it securely around his waist.
"You caught me by surprise!" Gaara countered.
"If you didn't like it, or want it you could have just punched me!" Naruto shot back. Now it was Gaara's turn to pout.
"Maybe I really should kill you!" Gaara yelled. Naruto's eyes went wide and he backed up. "You certainly have been throwing wrenches in everything I do after all; I would be doing myself a favor and probably a favor for the FBI too!"
Naruto was a bit saddened by the red head's words. Even though Gaara was just lashing out because he was having his own issues concerning what he felt for the blond, those words hit home for the blond. After all, a lot of people had said that to him over the years, but somehow hearing it come from Gaara made it hurt all the more.
"… You're probably right," Naruto said softly after a while. Gaara just blinked at the normally exuberant blond.
"… What?" he said, unsure if he had heard correctly.
"I said you were right. You probably would be doing a lot of people a favor by killing me," Naruto said, hiding his eyes behind his bangs as he felt tears start to well up.
Gaara could only stare at the blond for a moment. He hadn't really meant what he said; he was just trying to keep himself from actually liking being pressed up against the wall by the blond. Sighing, Gaara stepped up to Naruto and awkwardly patted his head.
"… I didn't mean it," Gaara said finally. Naruto looked at the red head and smiled sadly.
"I know, but for some reason, hearing those words come from your mouth just made me sad… my heart hurts when you're mad at me…" Naruto admitted, hanging his head in shame.
Gaara just looked at Naruto, noting that his posture was slumped and that his arms were limp. He seemed defeated. Surely this wasn't the Naruto who was always bouncing around, forcing himself into Gaara's life.
"… Stop moping, it's just wrong," Gaara said, annoyed at the blond for not being his chipper self.
"Huh?" Naruto asked eloquently. Gaara rolled his eyes.
"It's just not right for you to not be happy," he replied, looking away with a slight blush adorning his cheeks. Naruto grinned largely.
"Gaara likes me!" he shouted happily, his mood doing a 180. Gaara soon found himself in the arms of a slightly insane blond.
"Get off me!" he shouted, pushing ineffectually at the blond's solid chest.
"Nope! I'm never letting you go! Now that I know that you like me I'm going to bug you even more! You no longer have an excuse to not go out with me too," Naruto exclaimed. Gaara glowered at Naruto's shoulder.
"If you don't get off of me I'm going to kick you in a place grown men treasure," Gaara threatened. This effectively got Naruto to back off, but not for long. Gaara was swept up into strong arms and spun around. Naruto was laughing and Gaara was gripping onto the blond's shoulders.
"Put me down this instant!" Gaara yelled. Once again he was ignored, but at least the spinning stopped. Naruto started to walk down the hallway before taking a right into the bedroom he had searched earlier. Gaara grabbed onto the frame of the door. Naruto tried to tug him off, but Gaara's grip was tight.
"I'm not going to ravish you, you know," Naruto said, attempting to calm the other man. Gaara didn't let go of the door. "I just want to lie down with you."
"… Sounds like sex to me," Gaara snapped. Naruto chuckled.
"I'm not interested in you just because I want to have sex with you, you know," Naruto said. "You're an interesting guy, and I want to know everything about you that I can."
"… I highly doubt that," Gaara replied.
"Either you've got a really warped mind, or you've had a really bad experience with relationships," Naruto commented.
"Really bad would be an understatement," Gaara grumbled. Naruto raised an eyebrow, not expecting that admission.
"I'm not going to do anything, I swear," Naruto said, just trying to get Gaara to let go of the door, it must have worked because Gaara's hands were back on his shoulders. Walking into the room and shutting the door with his foot, Naruto set Gaara back down on his feet in the center of the room. Gaara reached out and snatched his towel from the ground.
"… I think the towel is possessed by an evil spirit," Gaara mumbled, pouting. Naruto grinned.
"You are so fucking cute when you pout," he said, leaning down to kiss Gaara's cheek. "Cheer up!"
Gaara glared at the blond. He walked over to his closet, turned on the light and shut the door behind him. Naruto just blinked at the door.
"Um… Gaara, what are you doing?" he asked cautiously. Some rustling around was his only response. "Gaara?"
The red head stepped out of the closet. Naruto had to mentally slap himself to keep from drooling over the sight of the red head. Gaara was wearing a long sleeved plaid collared button up shirt that was way too big for him, coming down to about mid-thigh. The top two buttons were left undone and the shirt was askew, showing off one pale shoulder. Naruto noted that Gaara was wearing very short, black boxer-briefs that were hugging his ass and were almost criminally short.
"You are so hot…" was the first thing out of Naruto's mouth. Gaara just cocked his head to the side. "Are those shorts girls' shorts? I mean… they're so small…"
Gaara glanced down and shrugged. He hesitantly stepped forward and to the bed. Climbing onto the queen sized mattress, he laid down on his side, looking like a poster for sex. Naruto had to pause for a moment.
"Um… I'm gonna go close the front door and be right back," he said and made a dash for it. Closing the door to the apartment, he slid down the wooden surface to just sit for a moment. A shadow fell over him and he looked up to see a perfectly moles table Gaara standing in front of him.
"Are you running away?" Gaara asked, blinking his eyes. Naruto found Gaara's blank face rather scary. "I thought that this was what you wanted."
Naruto twitched. "No. I mean, yes I eventually want to have sex with you, who wouldn't? But for right now I just want to be able to hold you and talk to you, and that's all."
Gaara frowned. "I don't get it."
Naruto gave him a small smile. Standing up, he gathered Gaara up into his arms. Gaara didn't protest this time. Naruto smiled happily and then slung the thin red head over his shoulder. Apparently Gaara didn't like being man-handled in such a way because he was now trying to get free.
"I'm just taking you back to the bed room, you can calm down you know," Naruto said, trying to pacify the squirming red head.
"Maybe I don't want to go back to my bedroom," Gaara replied. Naruto shrugged his free shoulder and changed directions, heading instead for the couch. Throwing Gaara down onto an empty space on the couch, Naruto started to push the various things off of it.
"… Don't mess those up, it would be a pain to reorganize those," Gaara said. Naruto nodded and carefully put the papers on the floor. Sitting next to the red head, Naruto wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him into a comfortable lean. Gaara rested his head on Naruto's shoulder, just relishing in the human contact he was receiving.
"Now then, this isn't so bad, now is it?" Naruto asked. Gaara shook his head.
"… Can we lie down?" Gaara hesitantly asked. Naruto smiled.
"Sure, just stand up for a second," Naruto replied. Gaara did as he was told. Naruto proceeded to stretch himself out on the couch and lay on his side, facing the standing Gaara. Patting the open space on the couch, Naruto indicated that Gaara could lie beside him. Slowly Gaara sat down and then lay next to Naruto. Reaching out and wrapping an arm around Gaara's waist and maneuvering his other beneath his head, Naruto brought Gaara closer to himself, effectively cuddling the other man.
"See? Isn't this nice?" Naruto asked. Gaara nodded slightly, his head buried in Naruto's chest. "I like cuddling, so you better get used to it."
"… I think I could like this non-sexual contact," Gaara admitted. Naruto smiled softly down at the red head's upturned face before pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss.
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The alley was dingy. The smell of rotten food and piss was permeating the air, making breathing difficult. There was a black cat perched on a dumpster, digging through its contents, trying to find something to eat. Rats were scurrying across the wet pavement. Someone threw their trash out their window, narrowly missing the cat. Someone was running down the dirty alleyway, their footsteps echoing in the night's foul air. Casual footsteps were heard to be following the quick steps. Voices were heard, one deep and the other slightly higher.
"You wanted to end this, so here we are nii-san," the slightly higher voice said.
"Indeed I did otouto," the deep voice replied, slightly out of breathe.
"The let us finish what you started all those years ago with the murder of our clan," the first voice said. The black clad figures rushed at each other in the alley, colliding with the smack of flesh on flesh.
The taller of the two hit the shorter square in the jaw and the shorter punched the taller man's ribs. Grunts were heard in the formerly silent alleyway as the two exchanged a flurry of blows. The taller man pressed the shorter up against a decaying wall with his hand tightly clasped around the shorter man's throat. The shorter man clawed at the hand cutting off his air-supply, slowing choking the life out him. A hand crept into the shorter man's back pocket and a click was heard through the silent alleyway. The taller man barely had time to dodge as the shorter of the two swiped at him with his switch blade.
"Tsk tsk, otouto, I didn't think that you'd resort to such measures so quickly," the taller man said disapprovingly.
"Shut up Itachi!" the shorter man shouted disturbing the sleep of some pigeons, and making them fly away. As the sound of flapping wings faded away the man known as Itachi scoffed.
"You are so cruel to your older brother Sasuke," Itachi said, feigning a pout.
"You're the cruel one!" Sasuke retorted. Itachi smiled cruelly.
"I suppose that's true, but otouto, I want you to know something before you continue your pathetic attempt to kill me," Itachi said, stepping towards his younger brother. Stepping right up to Sasuke, he leaned down before whispering in his ear "You are still not worth my time."
Sasuke screeched at Itachi and lunged forward, attempting to plunge his switchblade into Itachi's heart. Itachi coolly side stepped and watched as his brother ran past him with amusement.
"You're going to have to try much harder than that to kill me Sasuke," Itachi taunted, egging the younger man on. Sasuke's face contorted into a look of pure hatred, a snarl passing through his lips. Itachi grinned, pleased with his brother's transformation.
In a flurry of movement that a normal person would have a hard time following, the two were suddenly grasping onto each others arms, in a deadlock. Sasuke, still royally pissed off, tilted his head back and head butted his brother. Itachi swore and let go of his brother's hands. Sasuke broke to the right, scrambling to pick up the switchblade that Itachi had knocked from his hand. Bent over, looking desperately for the blade that would hopefully kill his brother, Sasuke didn't notice said brother approaching. Only when it was too late did he see the taller man tower over him before he was kicked in the face. Rolling to the side, trying to prevent the inevitable second kick to the ribs since he was lying on the ground, Sasuke rolled over the very thing he had been looking for.
Itachi, seeing the look of success on his brother's face swiftly kicked him in the face again. Sasuke grunted as his nose broke, blood gushing from the wound and his eyes momentarily going out of focus. Itachi then kicked him in the ribs, forcing him to curl up, trying to protect himself. Itachi leaned down and grasped Sasuke's hair. Pulling on the black strands, he forced his brother onto his knees. Sasuke's bleeding face was contorted into one of extreme pain and Itachi silently gloated.
"I think you've pestered me long enough Sasuke," Itachi said. Grasping Sasuke's throat once again, he waited as his brother's air supply was cut off, waiting for his inevitable death. "Be glad brother, I'm finally giving you what you want. You can join the rest of our accursed family now."
Itachi barely had a smirk of victory on his face before it fell away into a twisted scream of pain. Sasuke had slashed the switchblade across his neck, tearing flesh and causing blood to splash forth. As Itachi's hands went to his neck, inadvertently letting Sasuke go, he could only stare at his brother as he fell to his knees. His body was shutting down. A gurgling noise passed through the hole in his throat and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. As Itachi's arms fell to his sides, he stopped breathing and his lifeless body slumped to the ground.
Sasuke stared at the corpse before him. Blinking, he almost couldn't comprehend what had happened. An insane grin crossed his face and he cackled into the disturbingly quiet night. Looking back at his brother's body, he felt that hatred boil up inside him once again. Calmly walking up to the cooling corpse he started to kick it. Each kick became harder, and soon he was on his knees, cutting the body to shreds, spattering blood everywhere. After a while his senses came back to him and he blinked. He didn't bother hiding any evidence that he had been there. Shakily climbing to his feet he turned away from his brother's mangled corpse. When they identified the body, if they even found it in this disgusting alley, there would be no doubt who killed Itachi. Satisfied, Sasuke began to walk away, already focusing on his next obsession, and this one would be just as satisfying to quench.