AN: I am very aware that Gaara is not a pushover, ever, but it fits with my story so you better get used to it; for now. There is are a couple of explicit scenes in this, all between two males. So be warned if you do not like that kind of thing!! Oh and I'm sorry NaruGaaFan for taking so long with this; I know how much you have been looking forward to reading it!!

I kept my eyes down as I walked into the classroom where Sasuke was waiting for me. I nodded to him, keeping my thoughts to myself. I knew how much he hated that fact that I was kinda sorta seeing the biggest jock in school and I was in no mood to hear one of his rants about how it didn't really mean anything to my jock if he wanted to keep it in the dark.

I knew the reason he kept 'us' quiet was just because my jock had a reputation and he didn't want to get his ass kicked by every guy and girl in the school for really being gay.

"You slept with him again, didn't you?"

I looked around nervously, worried about my love. "How could you tell?"

"You're…glowing." He shuddered like he wished he could rinse his mouth out. "You should really stop seeing…"

"Yes, I know, it's horrible for me; he doesn't really love me, yadda yadda yadda." I rolled my eyes and pulled out my binder to check on my homework. I wasn't sure if I had finished mine and his until just now.

"Hey, you got my homework?" I looked up to find my jock staring at me with his smiling eyes. The happy look meant that his friends weren't paying attention and he felt comfortable enough to show me a true look. He never teases me, but that was because his friends didn't either, they were afraid of Sasuke and myself for killing one of them last year. It had been in self-defense—he had pulled out a knife and stabbed Sasuke in the arm—so we had gotten off without any charges.

And we could easily do it again.

"Yeah," I pulled out his set of vocabulary homework and handed it to him without any pretense.

"How did you have time…?"

I snorted at him, "None of your business." I turned my back to him and pretended to have a conversation with Sasuke.

My boss was screaming at me and I was staring at the wall like it was suddenly very interesting. I guess I sighed or something so now he was yelling even louder, his shrill voice startlingly like a woman's when he's pissed. I ignored what he was saying until his spittle landed on my cheek. I looked slowly at him, my eyes glazed, my hands balled into tight fists, my breathing calm, my heart racing.

It seemed like he was finally at his point. "Yes?"

"Stop letting the patties burn!!" he yelled suddenly and I was distinctly aware of the fact that the stove was not my duty. I was doing two jobs, mine and Kevin's, who just so happened to be on his fourth 'cigarette' break in the past hour.

I stared at my boss for another moment before I turned the current set of patties over, nodding my head to music that was not really there. The tune kept me in check but I was still conflicted between hatred and boredom as the man walked away to go jack-off in his 'office'. It was more of a large closet than anything, not even the size of a small bedroom, but he acted like it was all that anyway.

I looked behind me at the propped open door and considered just closing it and locking Kevin out so I wouldn't have to listen to another stoner rant. It wasn't like he was doing any good here either. But I decided against it; Kevin would just love to have an excuse to go home and still get paid; might as well keep him here so he could suffer along with me.

Kevin walked into the room and I asked him if he would be working now. He said no so I went back to doing his job and mine.

And the worst part is that he makes more than me.

I stared at my ceiling, wondering whether or not I would be visited tonight. My jock said that he would be seeing his girlfriend but he would try to stop by anyway.

"She may want sex…"

"I get it; you don't have to coddle me." I smirked at him before turning and walking away, knowing that my tight jeans gave him a wonderful view of my ass as I swished my hips more than entirely necessary.

I looked down at those same jeans on my floor, wanting to put them back on but knowing I would probably not want be wearing them in a couple of minutes. I felt my eyes drooping, looking over at my window now; it was open, an invitation if I had ever seen one. My chest was cold, my arms under my head, my hips jutting out, the beginning of my red pubes barely covered by the blanket on my bed to entice my jock if he ever showed up.

I must have passed out because I awoke to a soft hand touching my cheek tenderly. He was there, watching me as I slept. My blanket was no longer on my body and I knew he had been admiring me for a while. I did not feel awkward about this like most would have; the fact that I could still entice him enough to keep him looking was wonderful to me.

I leaned my cheek into his hand and hummed in my throat while bringing my hand up and gently placing it against his. "I did not think you were coming."

"I told Jenny that I didn't feel good so she went to a party without me." he shivered as he looked me over again and only now did I notice that he was naked. "I'm not really sick, I just wanted to see you."

I let my hand slide away from his and I stared at him, confusion on my face. He had never dared to leave Jenny for me before. "Was that wise?"

He took my hand and placed it on his cheek, kissing my palm softly when I ran it over his lips. He ignored my question and I went along with it as he gently pushed me down, kissing his way up my arm as I slid my other hand over his broad shoulder, down his smooth back to kneed the muscles that were bunched there. He was excited again, I could feel it in how his body shook, how his left thigh twitched significantly, and how his hands were still so steady; I moaned gently when he palmed my cock, stroking me teasingly slow as he kissed my collar bone, nipping my flesh there. I lifted my hips suggestively, knowing about his weird hip fetish. His other hand found my left hip, gripping it hard enough to bruise as he suddenly kissed me roughly.

My jock gained control of himself just as it was getting good, "Did I hurt you?" he asked, looking at my red hip with worry and noticed the half-moon shaped cuts there from his nails.

"Yes," I breathed and kissed him, bringing his hand back and helping him to squeeze until he did it again.

He was reluctant at first, not wanting to hurt me, but he put more pressure, digging his nails into my skin as he too began to get horny again. I moaned, pushing against him, urging him onward as he kissed me again. Our tongues played, my tongue ring clanking against his teeth, his hoop-lip ring tickling my lower lip—the one he wears just for me. His other hand was gripping my hips now, breaking open crescent moons of blood on my sides as he dry humped me. I reached out, grabbing the lube from my bedside table and slathering it upon him. He pushed away from me, gently rubbing himself as he watched me prepare my body for him. My fingers teased my hole, barely dipping in, rubbing around, spreading the lube generously. I shoved a finger inside of myself, eagerly guzzling it up, and I added a second shortly after, spreading myself and preparing my asshole for him with no shame.

He grabbed me, pulling me up onto my knees as he set his feet upon the ground, slapping his lap for me to sit there. I did, guiding his hot cock to my entrance and slamming him fully within me. It hurt, deep inside, burning as he tore me a little. I bit my lip, loving the sensation, digging my nails into his back; he didn't like it, asked me not to do that. I rocked my hips a little, already almost fully adjusted to him. And then I moved faster, frantically humping him, using my body pressing against him to jerk myself at the same time. He used his legs, rocking up while I slammed down, sending me into a spasm of wonderful feelings. I groaned as he bit my neck, holding my hips to give him more leverage, shoving into me with a frantic intensity and listening to the sound of our skin slapping together harshly.

It was over almost too quickly, his cum squirting inside of me with an angry spray, I could feel it, the muscles in his cock squeezing it out and pumping it into me. I orgasmed, crying out his name in absolute ecstasy without even a hint of control over my throat. He flipped me over, not quite ready to go yet again but we both knew it wouldn't take long.

We fucked for hours, using more positions than I could count, until I just had to quit. He wasn't done when I was though and, after a couple seconds of begging, he took me missionary, gently rocking his hips so that it wasn't rough like we had been doing.

I looked into his eyes, letting them fall to his body, watching him slide easily into me, moving around like it was all so natural. This was the first time he had taken me slowly, it felt so intimate, so calm, so good; I came again, hardly any shooting out simply because I didn't have much more to give at the moment. My breathy cry did it for my love because he came a final time inside of me, refusing to pull out even after he went flaccid.

"You are so warm," he whispered, kissing my cheek, then my lips. I snorted at his comment. "It feels good, to be inside of you."

I looked away, knowing he wanted me to tell him something, anything really. "It feels wonderful…"

He smiled, a true smile that made my heart hiccup with delight, and we kissed once more before we rolled over to sleep.

I was just drifting off, my brain already shutting down, when he spoke once more, "Do you love me, Gaara?"

I turned to him, letting my body touch his slightly. I looked at his tan skin and my pale, his yellow hair and my red, his blue eyes and my green. I even compared myself to him in the downstairs region before I answered. "Yes, Uzumaki Naruto; I do."

I stared at Sasuke as he stared back at me; neither of us had said a word yet we both knew that he knew that I had had sex again last night. My obvious limp hadn't been any help in keeping it a secret.

"Well?"

"What?" he asked, crunching down in a piece of pizza that I was sure had done nothing wrong to him.

"Aren't you going to crab at me about him some more?"

"Haven't you heard it all before?"

I sat back, looking at him behind hooded eyes. "I would think that you were creative enough to come up with something new by now."

He sighed and finished the last bite of his pizza, handing me the crust as per usual. Sasuke leaned back against the huge tree in the food court that we had reserved for ourselves since the very first day. I chomped down on his pizza crust heartily, swallowing it with a swig of Red Mountain Dew before laying back on the grass to get comfortable. Naruto had this lunch period but I couldn't stare at him without causing suspicion so I kept my eyes glued to the clouds.

"I've been thinking, about Hinata."

"Really? I thought you were gay." I said, looking at him with curiosity.

Sasuke glared at me, still in denial. "No, I'm not.

"She's a fine looking girl, prestigious family, and I have to revive my clan. My brother sure as hell isn't going to do it so…" he shrugged and I shook my head at his logic.

"Could you be happy with her?"

Sasuke didn't answer for a long time. "I don't know, maybe…there aren't any guys here worth my time."

I nodded my head, just waiting for the bell to ring.

Sasuke sat with Hinata in our next class, causing many girls to get angry and causing the aforementioned Hyuuga to blush. I smirked because it wasn't even a sure indicator that she was the least bit interested in Sasuke; she blushed about everything and anything.

"Hey, you two freaks split up then?" it seemed one of the preps thought that he could talk shit now that Sasuke and I weren't 'glued to the hip' at the moment.

"No, fuck-face, we aren't, so sit your pretty ass down and shut the hell up." Sasuke turned back to Hinata who had turned absolutely scarlet at his language.

I watched him apologize for a couple of moments before he began to flirt again in his Uchiha way. When her giggles began to make me sick I turned away and noticed Naruto wailing on the guy who had tried to tease me a moment before. As far as anyone else could tell it was for something different but he and I both knew why he was really hitting him with much more force then entirely friendly.

"Naruto-kun!!" whined a high-pitched voice that I recognized as Jenny. "Are you feeling any better, I was so worried about you last night?" she emphasized her breast, the guys around her giving her all their attention while Naruto barley noticed her.

He looked confused for a moment before he realized what she was talking about and I almost laughed when he muttered a quick yes. Jenny noticed me staring though, "What the hell are you looking at? I know I'm hot but that doesn't mean you have to stare!" she pouted her red lips and huffed, fluffing out her very short skirt and catching the eyes of the males around her. Well, most of them, Naruto was staring solely at me with light shinning in his bright blue eyes.

I snorted and actually muttered some laughter at her audacity and slutty behavior. "Believe me; you are not in the least bit attractive, just easy." I turned away but she wasn't done with me.

"What the hell did you say, freak?" she asked, getting up in my face in the blink of an eye. She grabbed the front of my shirt and snarled right in my face, "Say it to my face, asshole."

"You are ugly and a whore," I said the words slowly, like she was too dumb to know anything. Apparently these preps were forgetting what Sasuke and I had done last year.

Just as Jenny's red face was about to screech something at me the teacher walked in and made us go to our seats. She flicked me off as she walked back, promising pain and misfortune. Jenny practically fell on Naruto's lap as she sat down and I was amused by the fact that he almost completely ignored her.

My older brother Kankuro was waiting for me when I got home from school, he had been drinking again, and crack from his quick movements and twitchy eyes. "Why doesn't your boyfriend Sasuke ever come here anymore?"

I shrugged and tried to walk past him so that I could make dinner. He blocked my path, his hair in a frizzy tangle, his face dark with dirt and his stupid war paint. He slapped me, causing my neck to jerk funny as my head fell behind the force of his slap—it was demeaning more than painful. Kankuro didn't usually hit me, unless he was drunk, and then he would apologize like crazy, rubbing it where he had hit me, making me something to eat even though it would taste horrible. This time he slapped me on the other cheek, hitting me over and over until my cheeks were swollen from the blows.

I stood there, not even tearing up, not blinking, just looking him in the eyes even after he was done. I waited then, expecting him to say something, to explain why he had hit me, to apologize, something other than just standing there and glaring. When nothing happened I walked past him, to our one smelly bathroom and ran cold water from the faucet, splashing it against my cheeks to take some of the sting off. I hoped that they wouldn't still be swollen by tomorrow for school. It would only be a hassle if the councilor noticed them.

Kankuro was standing in the doorway watching me, his arms crossed over his faded bathrobe. "Well are you going to clean this shit-hole?"

I looked at him, wondering when it had changed from his chore to mine before I grabbed the cleaning items I would need and I scrubbed the bathroom down, taking away as much of the grime and shit as possible. Kankuro would pay for leaving a mess in the bowl again. I knew sadly that he would never really pay, I wouldn't get him back, I would just keep my head down and avoid conflict as much as possible. I didn't want to go back to being Shukaku, I didn't want to turn into a monster anymore, killing that teenager had been bad enough, I wouldn't kill anymore.

It took me a couple of hours to clean up the bathroom, and another hour to shower away all the nastiness that had come with it. I shivered, we were out of hot water again, and let my body get used to the cold before taking my time in the shower so I could avoid looking at my siblings for as long as possible.

I was lying in bed when a soft knock resounded from my window; I looked over to find Naruto there, crouching in my bushes. This wasn't one of the nights we had set aside for staying together but I let him in anyway. He was coming here more often each week and I wondered why but didn't ask. If he wanted to tell me, he would, he is that kind of person.

"Hey," he said, smiling at me as he touched my cheek. I winced and he pulled his hand back instantly. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

The concern in his eyes confused me, "How could that have hurt?"
"You winced…"

I sat down on my bed and waited for him to sit too. I knew what he was going to do, knew he would press until he knew just why my cheeks were so sore. I told him about Kankuro slapping me and he got angry, he cursed and raved quietly. It wasn't like he couldn't be here; Kankuro didn't really care, but if Naruto woke him up…

"Come with me."

"Where?" I asked, not really wanting to go anywhere.

"To my house, come live with me."

"What?" I gave him a shocked look before laughing at him, "Did you forget that you aren't really supposed to be gay?"

"I don't care, I wanna tell the school anyway…"

"No you don't, trust me." I smiled, "I am content like this, there is no reason to add the drama of people knowing."

"Content isn't happy," he said knowingly.

I shook my head and turned away, not wanting to look into his cerulean eyes anymore. This wasn't what he wanted; he was just confused and emotional.

"Listen to me," he waited until I looked at him, "just come stay at my house for the weekend, if you like it, if you want to, you can stay. We don't even have to stay in the same room if you don't want to."

"Naruto…" he kissed me suddenly, desperate to get me out of this house. I pushed him away gently, "I understand that you think I'm being abused here but honestly, this is the first time Kankuro has hit me like that. And he won't do it again. I know him; Kankuro was probably drunk and doesn't even remember doing it."

"Okay…" he looked disappointed but I couldn't back down from this.

The day was hot, the sun shinning on my face and burning my skin to a crispy red that would hurt later on in the day. It was Saturday, freedom from school regulations had me working outside without a shirt on and in some torn shorts that were constantly slipping down. They were Kankuro's hand-me-downs and I could barely keep them on my slender hips. I was mowing the lawn, even though the entire neighborhood was shitty and no one would really notice a nicely trimmed lawn compared to the others but Kankuro wanted me to mow anyway. So here I was, cutting grass and dieing from too much sun exposure.

When I was finally done Kankuro came outside and complained about the bushes that needed trimming. I nodded my head and trimmed the hedges, making them into triangles like Temari wanted. Kankuro didn't really care about any of this; he just wanted me to work my ass off for smarting off to him the other night. It was such an insignificant moment that I won't even bore you by typing it up but it had apparently gotten under my brother's skin.

"Go get some paint, for the house."

"With what money?" I asked, annoyed that I would have to walk all the way to town for some stupid paint. It was at least three miles away and it was so hot...

Kankuro smacked me, knocking me to the ground because my body really was too weak to fend him off at the moment. "This money," he threw the grocery allowance at me, making me bend over to pick it up.

"What the fuck are we going to eat then?" I asked, pissed.

He slapped me again, "Temari and I have leftovers from the past couple of weeks, I don't know what you're going to do but that's really not my problem. Go get the fucking paint, and make it cream, not white; Temari said that white stains too easily."

I grumbled and went to my room to change into something I could wear in public and not be made fun off. My own shorts hung off my hips in a just right way, showing off my plaid boxers and accenting my black tank top. The black probably wasn't a good idea but I didn't really have anything else so I tied on my shoes and got ready to leave when Kankuro walked into my room.

"Why the hell haven't you left yet?"

"I'm working on it…"

He punched me in the stomach, causing me to heave and wretch up what was left of my meager breakfast. "Don't smart off to me anymore, got it?"

I stared at him, not saying anything and he snorted before walking out of my room, locking the door so I would have to crawl through my window like a burglar if I wanted in and out of the house.