Warnings: OOC, yaoi (boy on boy action or love), lemon/lime material later (hopefully), Gaara being an angst-bag, some violence, M rated material (and that does not mean Muffins will be provided), profanity and vulgarity, molestation (eh, most likely), and Gaara being all precious. Plus major fluff, and later on lemons of joy and wonderment.

Summary: They knew one another when they were children, he left. The only thing he ever loved, let alone cared for in anyway, left. He pushed himself to make him proud, if they would ever see each other again that is. But… now… there he was. Talking to others, chatting about food or something, he didn't know. But, there he was. And… he probably had forgotten him. He just wanted to touch him one last time, to feel that warm tan skin meet ice. He wanted… to let himself love him once more.

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Chapter Two

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"Touch my tra la la?" – Talking

'My ding ding dong' – Thinking

Bitch – emphasis.

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"Daddy! I don't wanna go!" Kakashi was almost ready to punch a wall. "Naruto… don't be such a pain, we have to go." It had taken him eight minutes just to get the boy of his sleeping attire, four minutes less than he thought it would have taken him. "But Daddy!" Dear god. "Naruto, you're going."

"Daddy!" And now the blond was wearing child sized boxers, orange in color. "Naruto, behave. Don't cause a scene." His bottom lip began to quiver, letting the pout begin. Kakashi cursed under his breath. "Hell… Naruto…." Tears sprung to the corner of his eyes. "Naruto… don't do that." The pout was in full throttle, slight whining noises, and a few droplets of liquid had escaped their captive place. Kakashi never could tell him no like this, and it wasn't used very often either. "You still have to go Naru-chan."

Arms crossed over the child's chest. "Fine! Be mean!" Another sigh escaped his lips. Covering the boy in clothes wouldn't be an easy task. The day would be tiresome, and it was only seven in the morning.

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"Gaara, are you dressed?" The voice rang within his room and the hallway, the girl just outside the door. "Hn. Yes."

"Alright, they should be here soon. Please be nice to the Hatake's."

"Hn." She let out a sigh; it would take a long time for him to let either of them to attempt to thaw out his frost bitten heart, or anyone most likely. "Please come on out and sit. It's polite the already be waiting for guests. Alright?"

"Whatever." As soon as she left the hallway, he followed after, leisurely strolling about the house.

"Welcome to our home Mr. Hatake." This caused Gaara to scowl. 'Our home? Why have they ever been apart of 'our home'?' "And you as well Jiraiya-sama." His mother's love, known as 'father', shook the two adult's hands firmly, all business like. "Oh, and this must be the Naruto-san that Sarutobi had been speaking of so much." Not only did the name catch his attention, but the familiar giggles did as well. "Hi! I'm ador-… ador-… cute!" All three fully grown males let out chuckles.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Naruto-san. This is Temari, my eldest child and only girl." The mentioned female let girlish laughter from her throat. "Hi!" A little curtsy and the young blond lady continued to let her happiness show. "This is my eldest son, Kankuro. He's the middle child." Naruto's nose wiggled and soon darted behind Kakashi for safety, obviously scared of the older boy. This did not settle well in the redhead's stomach. "And…" The Kazekage of Sunagakure suppressed a growl. "… this is Gaara, my youngest and last."

"Hn." Naruto's eyes lit up the moment he heard the name, darting his head our from behind the security of his father's legs, he gave a gasp of joy when he saw the recognized face, waving frantically at him. "Come on in, sit. It's a pleasure to have people from Konahagukure within our house." The two visiting adults bowed, the door being closed behind them. "It is a pleasure for you to house us at the moment of business."

"But, of course."

"No offence, but shall we get this over with? The Sandaime would have preferred for us to have already had this meeting." The man nodded. "None taken, I understand. Temari, please take Naruto-san and your brothers into the backroom."

"Alright Father." With much reluctance, mostly on Naruto's behalf since he didn't want to leave his beloved Daddy, the four of them went to the den, letting the men converse, debate, and argue over treaties and plans of alliances. "So, Naru-chan! Do you li-"

"Naruto. My name is Naruto. Only Daddy can call me Naru-chan."

"Oh… ok." Silence ensued; it was quite awkward to say the least, especially after Naruto settled himself in a large chair closest to the door. Gaara in the chair next to him. "Um, Naruto-kun… do you li-"

"Naruto-san. I am not your friend." His voice was a venomous cold, death lacing in it. Who knew that something so trivial could ruffle one's feathers as such? "Do not assume as such." But, a moment later, he turned to face Gaara, sounding almost sickly sweet. "Hello Gaara-… um… -san? No, that's not right…. Subaku-sama? No… shoot. Gaa-chan?" Both boys were blushing furiously, not for the same reason, and not able to look at one another.

"Gaara is fine Naruto-san." Hell be damned is he was going to be called 'Gaa-chan'. He was most definitely not a girl. But, the blond beamed with glee. "Ooo! I know! … Um… call me… um… I forgot what I was thinking…" Chuckling was heard in the room, though quickly muffled due to the glare from 'Gaa-chan's' doing. "Naru-chan. Daddy calls me Naru-chan. Oh! Um… Naru. I don't know…" It was difficult for Temari to quiet down Kankuro's laughter.

"Why don't you call him Na-chan or Na-hime? It's cute and he's adorable." The laughter suddenly became lively. "Kankuro… shut up."

"Na-hime! It's so cute! Just like Gaara and me!" Silence, and then neither of the two could contain their hyena laughter. "Ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod!" Naruto blinked. "What's so funny Temari-san? Kankuro-san?" It had taken them nearly half an hour and the adults were almost done, to settle down. But, by then, the younger two had grown bored, and the blond boy was taking a nap in Gaara's lap. Curled in the fetal position, sucking on the tip of his left pinkie. As the only redhead in the house ran his pale fingers through the gleaming locks, the tab boy began to either growl happily, or somehow purr in content, maybe it was subconscious humming in the back of this throat.

"Aww, so cute." A glare told her to hush; Gaara hadn't wanted the peaceful 'angel' to be disturbed from his slumber. "She's right. The boy is too… cute for his own good." Now the harsh stare was directed towards Kankuro. "I'm just saying."

"Oh Kanky, he's just protective. It's cute." Gaara glowered at the two of them. "Be. Quiet."

Slowly the only door to the room opened. "Hello Subaku-sama's children. Where's Na-? Oh, he fell asleep…" Leisurely, he strolled over to the four kids, being followed by one annoyed and perverted man. "Kakashi, he's only four. And it's only a few minutes until his nap. Sarutobi would have a fit if he knew you gave him enough stress to make him sleep more than normal." A low growl was produced from Gaara as the silver haired man unhurriedly bend over, picking up his adoptive son, who clung to the redhead's waist. "Oh dam-"

"Kakashi. And you say I teach bad habits." The forty-three year old man chuckled. The masked male sighed. "Manner… bad manners. And all your perverted antics and lying." An eyebrow was quirked. "Might I remind you that you're a perverted man who curses?" The blond boy was gently placed back in Gaara's lap, who continued stroking the spiky locks.

"I'm not a man who rents out whores and brings them back to where a child lives."

"I do not freely swear and express my bad habits and let my friends, who have worse habits, stay in the house."

"You're saying that having a friend who smokes is something worse than one who openly drinks?"

"Will you two hush? Or is that an improbable portion of your vocabulary? Get a dictionary if you need the help." The two stared at the daring child, just before laughing. It wasn't loud and obnoxious laughter, but it did wake the child they had begun arguing over.

"Ojii-Jee-Jee… don't yell. I'm sleepy. And Daddy, you're too loud." A yawn left the no longer sleeping child's lips. The blond girl and brown haired boy didn't know what to make of any of this, and just kept quiet, not truly wishing to be drug into the muddle. "An, Naru-chan, sorry to wake you." The boy nodded. "You're too loud though Daddy. And I'm sleepy Ojii-Jee-Jee, and you're a pervert." The men laughed. It was easy for them to become all riled up because of arguments contemplating the best method of raising the Namikaze heir. One believed in military standards, the other thought they shouldn't be so harsh, but should show him the brutality of the world. Both thought spoiling him rotten was a great child, though it did have its draw backs. So… they combined all three like Haruzen Sarutobi suggested, even if Tsunade would undo the discipline they tried to ensure in him with just one visit.

"Naruto-chan, do not be so blunt, be nice first."

"But Daddy, I did. I said that I was tired. Oh! Daddy! This is my friend Gaara! Subaku no Gaara. My friend. He's my friend. My friend. See." He giggled; seeming so proud of the redhead he just tackled and hugged to the floorboards. "Gaara. See. Nice boy. I like him." The men chuckled, the elder giving a half-way hearty laugh. "Most likely since he hadn't thrown you off. You're just too lively Naru-chan."

"Nuh-uh! I'm not lively enough." Holding the pale and blushing boy tighter, meaning Gaara's face was redder than a cherry, matching his hair wonderfully, he simply couldn't speak he was so flustered. Both Jiraiya and Kakashi knew something was going to happen, they just didn't know what. Or when.

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Ending! A/N: Review? Please? Reviews are love, so… please review. Please. I won't beg on my hands and knees, since I probably will die trying to get back up. I just had cookies.