The boys stepped into the house and laughed as they thought how mad Sakura was with them. Sasuke brought the clothing into his room, Gaara following him.

"We have a closet in the hallway, we can put your stuff there,"

Gaara nodded and smiled at Sasuke, he was so glad to have him as a friend. A friend? Or more than a friend? i He did try and kiss me. . . Why DID I stop him/i Gaara shrugged it away, hanging up his clothing and looking around, this house was nice, the people were nice. . .over all it was nice. He peered down at his right wrist and sighed, knowing he couldn't let anyone find out.

"Hey Gaara!"

"Yeah?"

"Dinner!"

Gaara sighed and ran into the kitchen where Ramen was placed out in 4 places on a table. He smiled, finally happy for once.

"What flavour?"

"Shrimp!"

Sasuke shouted with a grin. Gaara's face lit up as he sat down next to Sasuke and across from Itachi and started eating from the bowl.

"So. . . Gaara. This is my lover. Kakashi,"

Itachi said with a grin. Kakashi smirked and started eating his ramen. Sasuke rolled his eyes at them and looked to Gaara who was already finished with his bowl. Sasuke smiled and finished his, standing up.

"Take a shower you two. . "

Itachi paused and shook his head.

"Not together!"

He insisted with a panicked look upon his face.

"I think we got it Itachi," Sasuke said with a laugh and leading Gaara to Sasuke's bathroom, showing him where some of the things were.

"Thanks Sasuke,"

"You are most welcome Gaara,"

Sasuke smirked and pushed Gaara against the wall and grinned down at the red haired boy. Gaara shut his eyes and opened them, looking into Sasuke's deep blue ones, innocently. Before he could protest, Sasuke let him go and left the bathroom. Gaara let out a sigh and shook his head. i Why am I so afraid of liking him? Or kissing him? Something must be wrong with me. . . /i Gaara thought stripped out of his clothing and looking at the 5 new cuts that decorated his wrist. They were fresh. Yesterday's scars. With a small sigh, Gaara tuned on the water and watched it pour into the bathtub and drain down.

"Hurry up and get warm,"

Gaara waited until the water was warm and he turned it to a shower and stepped in, letting the warm water splash onto his pale creamy skin. He let out a small moan and pressed his back against the cool shower tiles. He washed his hair and body, wincing as soap slashed on his cuts, stinging badly.

"Shit!" he hissed running it under the water, making it sting more.

With a small sigh he finished his shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist, showing off his slightly toned body. He wasn't anything special but he did have muscle, abs, biceps and a 6 pack. Gaara looked at his face in the fogged mirror, clearing it off. His eye make up was smudged so he whipped it off and re-applied it. Gaara even slept with it on, he hated himself without it. He stepped out of the bathroom and saw Sasuke sitting on the bed, waiting in his boxers to go and take a shower. Gaara blushed as he noticed Sasuke's eyes trailing down his body and landing on the towel.

"Uh. . . .Sasuke?"

"Yeah?"

Sasuke quickly snapped out of it and smiled normally.

"Your turn,"

"Oh. Right. . ."

Sasuke left the room and into the bathroom where he noticed Gaara's clothing on the floor. He picked them up, hanging them on a rack, and noticed something shiny and metal fall from the pocket of Gaara's pants. Sasuke looked down at it. It was a razor. Did Gaara cut himself?! No . . . he couldn't. He wouldn't. Would he? Sasuke frowned and picked it up, looking at the blade, it had dried blood on it. He placed it on his towel to show and ask Gaara about it later. Shaking his head, Sasuke turned on the water and let out a small sigh as the hot water hit his body. The whole time, thinking about Gaara, and how. . . innocent he was. Before he knew it his hand had trailed down his chest and to his member, stroking it lightly.

"No. I mustn't,"

Sasuke wanted to stop but he just quickened his pace, forgetting to wash his body. Before he could continue and go further in his pleasure, Sasuke quickly washed himself and his hair, rinsing it. As soon as that was done he moved his hand down again, rubbing it harder, his hand wet, sliding against it easily. Sasuke let out a moan of pleasure, quickening his pace.

While doing this, Gaara stood around, getting dressed in his boxers and a long sleeved tee shirt, not wanting Sasuke to see. He noticed that it was taking Sasuke unusually long to take a shower and wash. But hey. . . it was none of his business. Well not yet anyway. He waited, looking around the room. He stopped when he heard a moan from the bathroom. Gaara's eyes widened as he assumed what was going on.

His hand quickened, not caring if Gaara could hear. He pressed his back against the cool tile and moaned louder, rubbing harder and faster, his moans becoming louder and more frequent.

Gaara could hear quite well know. Sasuke was masturbating! Gaara tried to ignore the moans coming from the bathroom but soon his hand trailed down his own boxers and he started stroking himself. Gaara quickly pulled out when he realized he was in Sasuke's room. That was BAD.

Sasuke finally came, his moan was louder then the last few moans. He let out a breath and washed off the cum from the walls and himself, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around his waist and stepping out of the bathroom, seeing Gaara sitting there, a shocked looked on his face. Gaara blinked as Sasuke walked out and looked out. Gaara smiled and pulled his legs onto the bed, sighing lightly.

"Hey Gaara. . . "

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind, if I change?"

Gaara shook his head and left the room for Sasuke to change. Sasuke pulled his boxers on and called for Gaara to come in. Gaara stepped in and looked at Sasuke's chest. It was well toned. Sasuke noticed Gaara looking at him and he smirked.

"Tell me Gaara. . . why wear a long sleeved shirt to bed?"

Gaara bit his lip and shrugged.

"I wear it because . . . because . . . I get cold,"

"Really now?"

Gaara nodded and looked around nervously. Sasuke pulled out the razor blade and held it to the light, so it shone silver. Gaara's eyes widened as he looked at Sasuke's emotionless face.

"Take off your shirt Gaara,"

Gaara shook his head quickly, hugging himself.

"TAKE IT OFF,"

Sasuke stood up, throwing the razor at his door, walking to Gaara, pushing him against the wall. Gaara winced as he was pushed against the door.

"Sas-"

"Off. Now,"

Gaara nodded and pulled the long sleeved shirt off his body and stood there, his green eyes looking up at Sasuke's dark blue ones. Showing no emotion, Sasuke grabbed Gaara's hands and turned them over, looking at the left wrist then right. 20 or 30 perfect horizontal marks on his right wrist, his left was clean.

"Gaara. . . "

He looked away from Sasuke, and down to the ground, springing forward and hugging onto Sasuke's body, tears streaming down his eyes.

"Sasuke!"

Gaara gasped, sobbing into his chest, clinging to Sasuke. Sasuke looked down at Gaara a small smile to him.

"Why do you do it? The cutting. . .I mean?"

"I. . .I-I do it because no one understands me,"

"Oh. . . "

Gaara heard a snicker and looked up to the doorway, Itachi and Kakashi were standing there, grinning. Gaara's face went scarlet as he pushed away from Sasuke. Itachi continued to grin with a nod.

"Continue boys,"

Itachi muttered still watching. Sasuke glared a death glare at Itachi and Kakashi.

"Get. OUT!" he shrieked.

Sasuke ran toward them and Gaara watched as Itachi and Kakashi ran away. Sasuke slammed the door and locked it. He looked at Gaara and walked toward him, grabbing his arm.

"No more cutting Gaara. Please,"

"Ok,"

Gaara sighed lightly, pulling his arm from Sasuke's grasp.

"I want to sleep,"

Sasuke nodded and jumped into his bed looking to Gaara, waiting for him to join him. He had promised not to touch Gaara in anyway, and he kept his promises. Gaara looked to the bed and then looked to his shirt.

"No shirt. Please. You need to learn not to be embarrassed,"

Gaara nodded and walked to the bed, slipping in. The sheets were soft and comfortable. At his old home, his sheets were stiff. Gaara turned away from Sasuke and faced the wall. i Sasuke had found out. No more long sleeved shirts. No more hiding from the world. What will I do/i Gaara stopped and his eyes widened when Sasuke rolled over, his front pressed against Gaara's back, his hand trailing down Gaara's front.

"Sasuke. . ."

"Hm?"

"You promised,"

'Right,"

Sasuke backed off, turning over. i It's so. . .HARD to resist him. His innocence, his fragile yet toned body . . .those pale green eyes, I CAN'T . . . STAND IT /i Sasuke rolled over, grabbing Gaara's shoulder and pressing it flat against the bed. Gaara looked up at Sasuke with his wide pale green eyes.

'Sasuke. . . "

Sasuke ignored Gaara and moved so he was over him, his black hair falling in Gaara's face.

"What-"

"Shut up,"

Gaara nodded as Sasuke leaned down and kissed Gaara on the lips. Softly, not forcefully. Gently. . .Surprisingly, instead of pulling away or resisting, Gaara kissed Sasuke back. His urge was not yet satisfied. Sasuke need all he could get from Gaara. He needed his innocence like a drug. Sasuke's tongue slipped into Gaara's mouth, licking the roof of his mouth, Gaara moaned slightly, pushing Sasuke away.

"No Sasuke,"

Gaara hissed with a slight sigh. As much as that felt good, Gaara wasn't ready. Yes, he loved kissing Sasuke. Yes, he wanted him, and YES he wanted to feel his arms around his body. . .but. . . he barely knew Sasuke. It wasn't right. No. It wasn't.

"I'm sorry Gaara. . ."

"It's fine Sasuke,"

Gaara let out a small noise and fell asleep, Sasuke watching him to whole time, Gaara's body moving up and down . . . peacefully . . . slowly and overall beautiful. Sasuke's eyes trailed from Gaara's head to his feet, following the small curves the boy had. He . . . wanted to hold Gaara, but he had already messed that up, so he stayed clear, It was a peaceful weekend morning when Sasuke woke up seeing Gaara still sleeping, but latched onto Sasuke's arm.

"Gaara?"

Gaara's eyes opened and looked at what he was holding, blushing bright red and backing away.

"Sorry Sasuke,"

"No problem Gaara,"

Feeling a spark of happiness, Sasuke stood up and got dressed, pulling clothing on him and looking at Gaara, who was still in bed, his cheeks still flushed. Gaara looked away and stood up, glancing at his right wrist and pulling on a black long sleeved shirt with black jeans. Sasuke looked toward Gaara and bit his lip and looked around.

"Gaara?"

"Hm?"

"When will you be 'ready'?"

"I don't know. When I am,"

"Oh,"

"Because-"

"Yes?"

"Never mind Gaara. Never mind,"

Gaara shrugged and tied his black converse and smiled at Sasuke.

"Thanks Sasuke. . . "

"For?"

"Kissing me,"

His face turned pink as he walked out, leaving Sasuke in the room. Gaara had really enjoyed it, I mean. . .who wouldn't? Sasuke was talented. The way his tongue ran over his and on the roof of his mouth. The heat. . .the passion. The way his fingers felt when he touched Gaara. The urges were burning inside him now, he NEEDED Sasuke. And soon. . . with an irritated sigh, Gaara ran into the room and slammed Sasuke against the wall and pressed his lips against Sasuke's. After a couple of seconds he pulled away, letting out a breath.

"I might be r-ready,"

Sasuke took in a breath and smiled.

"Really?"

"Maybe. I don't know yet,"

Sasuke grinned and slid to the ground as Gaara left the room. Even though there was absolutely no passionate actions in the kiss it still was hot. Burning with Gaara's neediness for Sasuke.