Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Damn . . . If I did . . .everyone would be gay! Lol . . .

Warnings: Yaoi. If you don't know what Yaoi is . . . turn away. Some violent acts, not many and cursing.

A/N: Ok, I know it took me awhile to get this chapter up but I had to snatch my Muses back for a bit during science and math class. Anyway . . .my friends also helped me, saying that in almost every SASUGAA fanfic, there is some violence. Which, as I've read. . Is true. So will that happen between our two lovers? Hm. . .lets find out.

-TG

PS: ENJOY!!

"Next time?"

"Yup!"

Sasuke quickly jumped up and grabbed Gaara's arm. His eyes looked over Gaara's face, peering down at the pale boy.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that we might do this again,"

"Oh-"

Sasuke stopped and smiled, puling Gaara to his body with a small smirk now. Gaara's eyes widened when Sasuke ran a hand down Gaara's back, his fingers trickling down his spine and into the hem of Gaara's black jeans.

"No,"

Gaara moved swiftly and pushed Sasuke away, a small frown upon his pale face.

"Not all the time Sasuke,"

He turned to face away from Sasuke, feeling that he'd done something wrong. Almost as if he was denying Sasuke something, like he wasn't living up to his purpose as lover.

"Fine,"

Sasuke hissed at Gaara, pushing past him to walk out of the room. As soon as Sasuke slammed the door shut, Gaara looked up and back to the bed where bloodstains remained on the sheets. A small sigh escaped his lips as he sat down on the bed, wincing at the growing pain in his ass.

"I never should've let that happen . . ."

He muttered under his breath, wrapping his thin arms around his body, shivering. He didn't mean what he had said earlier. No. He didn't want to do that again. He would tell Sasuke after school today. Gaara sighed once more and stood walking out of his and Sasuke's room and out of the house to the front yard.

"Such a beautiful day, such a horrible mood . . ."

Gaara whispered quietly to himself, turning to walk down the sidewalk. His face hung and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans. Without realizing it he had bumped straight into someone's back. Since Gaara was thin and light, he bounced off the person and fell to the ground with a thud. The boy, who Gaara had bumped into, turned to slowly fixate his dark turquoise eyes on the fallen red head. His features were soft and almost feminine.

""I'm sorry,"

He apologized to Gaara and bent down to pick him up. He had long black hair that was pulled into a ponytail. He held a hand out, hoping Gaara would take it. Gaara stared up at the boy in shock. He was so. . So pretty.

"I-"

He stopped and pushed himself to lean on his elbows.

"It's fine,"

He whispered blinking slowly at the boy. The boy was insanely feminine and extremely pretty.

"I'm Gaara,"

He managed to gasp out his name, looking at the outstretched hand. The boy smiled at Gaara and nodded.

"I'm Haku,"

Gaara grabbed Haku's hand, pulling himself up.

"Sorry about bumping into you, Haku,"

He blushed a bit when Haku stood up, helping Gaara to his feet and smiling at Gaara.

"It's ok,"

Gaara rubbed the back of his neck with a glove-covered hand. Haku stood in a dark black or blue shirt and dark blue skinny jeans with black and white checkered vans. A smiled remained on Haku's face as he continued to look down at Gaara. A nervous laugh escaped Gaara's lips as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Um . . . I have to go to school,"

"Oh! What grade are you in . . . Gaara?"

Gaara blushed as Haku stated his name.

"I'm a sophomore,"

Haku smiled and nodded at Gaara.

"I'm a senior . . .See ya around school some time,"

Gaara nodded and watched Haku walk off, Gaara sighed and walked off to school. Still thinking about Haku. Who had such a beautiful face. He also had a soft voice too.

'No! I can't think about Haku! I love Sasuke. Only Sasuke,'

Another sigh escaped his lips as he came to the back of the school. Gaara looked around before he slumped against the cool brick wall. He was slightly afraid to go into school for some unknown reason. The look in Sasuke's raven eyes was a scary matter. He obviously was pissed at Gaara, and God knows that Gaara hated people being mad at him. Gaara kept his back pressed against the wall, his arms crossed across his chest tightly. He soon closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep in the shade of the High School.

"Gaara!"

Gaara stirred in his sleep, feeling someone's hand press against his face. He immediately noted the softness and the picture of Haku appeared in his mind.

"Haku . . . "

"What did you just call me?!"

Gaara's eyes shot open and he stared up at the glaring boy above him. It was Sasuke.

"N-nothing,"

"Who's Haku?"

"No one!"

Sasuke grabbed Gaara's arm and firmly pulled him to his feet, glaring down at the red head.

"Who. Is. Haku?"

"I'm Haku,"

The senior walked out and glared sharply at Sasuke. Sasuke's eyes shot toward Haku and he glared back, tightening his grip on Gaara's arm.

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm having a conversation with my boyfriend?"

Haku rolled his eyes and crossed his arms firmly across his chest. He looked to Gaara. Gaara's gaze was set on the ground, avoid contact with everyone and everything.

"Seems like you're actually hurting and yelling at you 'boyfriend'."

Sasuke moved in front of Gaara, pushing him further back.

"Gaara.?

"Hm?"

Gaara's head shot up and he looked up at the back of Sasuke's neck.

"Am I hurting you?"

Gaara's face remained still as he thought about all the times they had shared. No. He wouldn't hurt Gaara. He loved Gaara.

'He loves me! HE LOVES ME!!'

"No,"

He paused and shook his head.

"You've never hurt me Sasuke,"

Sasuke had expected him to say yes, he had hurt him, but when his lover said no, a smirk spread across his face as he grabbed Gaara and pulled him in front of his body, pressing his chest into Gaara's back.

"Do you love me Gaara?"

Gaara nodded looking straight at Haku, small tears forming in the corner's of his eyes.

"Yes,"

He whimpered quietly.

"Hm?"

"Yes!! I love you Sasuke!"

Gaara clamped his eyes shut as he felt Sasuke's arms snake around his body, pulling him closer.

"Good. Haku, leave so I can 'converse' with Gaara,"

Seeing that this obviously wasn't his business, Haku nodded and turned, leaving the two behind.

'I sure hope Gaara knows what he's doing,'

Right as Haku had gone a good distance away, Sasuke suddenly changed personalities and whipped Gaara around, landing a hard smack across his pale cheek.

"You fucking whore!!"

Gaara's frail body fell to the ground and he cowered, hugging his shoulders and whimpering.

"Sa-Sasuke?"

"Shut up! You are cheating on me aren't you?!"

"No!"

Gaara shook his head, putting his hands in front of his face in defense.

"Liar!!"

"No! SASUKE!"

Sasuke swung his leg back and kicked Gaara swiftly in the ribs three times, finally hearing a sickening crack. A yelp and cry of pain came from Gaara as he coughed up blood on the concrete, whimpers coming from his mouth as more blood appeared.

"How dare you cheat on me. Why?!"

"Sasuke! I didn't do anything!"

Sasuke growled, looking down at the cowering red head. How pathetic he looked.

"Come on. Let's go home. I'll deal with you there,"

With an irritated sigh, Sasuke grabbed Gaara by the waist and lifted him off the ground, hearing him whimper and yelp in pain. He cradled him and leaned in next to Gaara's ear.

"I love you Gaara. You know that right? And if you love me. . .you'll keep this injury a little secret. Ok?"

Gaara nodded and let out a yelp as Sasuke put pressure on his side.

"You do know. . . this is your fault. Right?"

When Gaara thought about it, he nodded. Strangely convinced by Sasuke's words

'It is my fault. I made him mad. I angered Sasuke. He had every right to strike me,'

Gaara felt the pain surge through his body as Sasuke walked home.

"I'm in pain,"

"I understand that Gaara,"

For a bit of fun, Sasuke pressed two fingers in Gaara side roughly. Gaara shut his eyes and yelped in pain.

"Sasuke! That hurts,"

"I know. But you know . . . you hurt me too,"

"I'm sorry Sasuke!!"

"You better be . . . "