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Sasuke stares at Gaara as he walked away from him, mouth open and eyes wide. Like a fish. His focus only came back to him when Sai appeared in front of him and closed his mouth. "If you keep your mouth open like that, you'll end up eating flies, Sasuke." The other informed him, patting his head. Third period was next… right? Sasuke's mind was too far gone to be able to tell. It was like someone just told him he won a million dollars. No… Gaara was better then a million dollars in his mind's eye. Better then diamonds… and twice as beautiful. It was only when he regained complete clear-mindedness did he begin to doubt himself. And to doubt Gaara.

The Raven-Haired boy began thinking things like 'what if he meant a different kind of love?' and 'Maybe he was just leading me on'. He knew these things weren't true, and that he could trust the boy… but it was really hard not to wonder the what-ifs. Sasuke simply figured He was simply nervous, and his mind was trying to fight against his heart. Of course, his heart was winning, as most teen hearts tend to do.

If he had any sense at all, he'd be able to tell that… Dating Gaara would be bad news. Not only was he from a bad family, but he also tended to do things that were brash. Such as attacking things… making hit lists… and getting into fights. He almost killed a boy named Chouji in fourth grade, because he called him a freak. Sasuke and Sai were both more… popular boys in their elementary days. It wasn't until their freshman year they started dressing 'emo'. On the other hand, Gaara had been dressing Goth since the sixth grade. An accomplishment his Dad hadn't been proud of.

Both Gaara and Naruto were different in similar ways. They both seemed to act out, and something seemed… off with both. Sasuke and Sai often wondered why they liked the two boys so much. They were both lacking something… perhaps it was their inability to learn from mistakes. Perhaps it was simply common sense. The two went out often and did things such as shop lift, and even though they were caught once, do it continually from different stores. Though… Naruto only had an adoptive father and felt the need to take care of himself, while Gaara had to get things for himself to make sure he got the things he needed. Especially since he Dad didn't care if he was alive or dead. Actually, he would probably prefer him dead.

Sasuke scans his paper for his next class, then searches to find it before the final bell rung. This class… wasn't anything special. Not only was it boring, he had no friends in it. Though, he did manage to notice the teacher enjoyed talking to himself, and didn't appear to be from around here. Judging by the anxious movements, this was also his first class to be teaching. Not that he minded, of course. The teacher had a scar that appeared to be from a burn… and the youngest Uchiha had to continually tell himself to stop looking at it. It was rude.

Gaara takes a deep breath upon entering his newest classroom, a hand over his rapidly beating heart. He had told Sasuke his feelings for him… and felt no regret. After all, Sasuke had said so himself that he felt the same way. Why would he doubt what he said? Of course… it was the heat of the moment. And you tend to do a lot of things you wouldn't normally do in the heat of the moment. That was how unprotected sex happened… and why so many young women turned out to be un-planned Mothers. Kind of like how his mother had been with him. He had been an 'oops' baby, and neither she nor his father had planned him. Though, he was kind of grateful he got to cause his father panic, even before his birth. The bastard deserved what he got. But his mother… Gaara hadn't even known her, and yet felt bad for having murdered her. Even if people repeatedly told him it wasn't his fault… he still believed it to be true.

Looking up, he noticed a familiar face… no, two. And one he didn't recognize. Deidara; the boy in the class just before this, Itachi; Sasuke's older brother, and a boy with red hair much like his own he didn't recognize. All wearing similar hoodies. He figured it to be nothing more then a group fad. Though… they were all looking at him weird. Gaara noticed Deidara's back, Itachi's back, and Sasori's back, were all very different. Deidara's had wings, Itachi's had eyes, and the red-head… had a puppet. One of those kinds you control with a handle, and not the kind you sit on your hand.

He shakes the feeling of being stared at by the three boys off, sitting in a dark corner. They appeared to be whispering about him… but then, so was the rest of the class. He was used to classes talking to him, and thought nothing of it as he listed to the teacher, Raidou-sensei, talk in that soft but firm voice of his. He would fall asleep if it wasn't for that slight firmness. Kind of like a mattress… well, for him, anyway. He couldn't get to sleep on Firm mattresses like Naruto's… then again, he rarely slept at all.

The day continued on without a hitch. Lunch was fun, because Sasuke, Sai, Naruto, and himself had lunch together. Sadly, Neji and Shikamaru had a different lunch. Though, it didn't matter much to him. After all, these three were the most important to him. Whether Neji and Shikamaru were there or not… well… he simply did not care. The rest of his periods went on just as the others went, and Gaara soon realized it was only the first day… and he was already bored. Even if he knew the year would fly by relatively fast, for now, if was painfully slow. Nearly agonizingly slow, but not quite.

In fact, his day was great. His dad wasn't home, so when he got there, he went straight to his room to play music and hang about. Ignore any homework he might have gotten… and over all, be a teenager. If it wasn't for Temari making him eat, (take-out, luckily, for Temari's cooking was pure poison) he would have simply stayed in his room all day. But now he was alone again... and bored. So, he decided to take a shower. Might as well take one today, since the hot water would be gone after his Father, his brother, and his sister all finished showering. The thought of Sasuke completely slipped his mind… until he stepped into the hot water. His imagination went wild with things involving a Shower, and Sasuke.

He looks down at his hand with a strong blush, thinking that… he had a problem. And no one around to care for such problem… the water was loud, and the bathroom was practically sound proof. If he were to do anything… no one would hear him. He stares at the door, quietly walking from the shower stall, dripping wet and rather cold now. Sadly, this simply made his problem worse. He locks the door with a soft, satisfied noise, and walks back into the shower. Without a second thought, Gaara shut his eyes and let his imagination take hold of him again. His hand slipped down his stomach and took hold him his member, making himself make a soft whimper in response.

Imagination:
Sasuke smirked up at Gaara as he slowly bent down to his knees, rubbing small circles on Gaara's inner thigh.

Gaara made a small noise in return to this, watching his love with half lidded eyes. Sasuke looked hot like that… and he silently wondered what the other was going to do to him.

The Uchiha slowly leans forward, taking the other's member in his mouth, lightly nibbling on it before continuing on until Gaara came about ten minutes later.

Back to Reality:

Gaara gasps, biting his free hand's finger as he came, opening his eyes. He didn't… know if he had made any noise during this ten minute time or not, but figured it didn't matter. Slowly, his senses returned to him and he rinsed his hand free. He washes his body and hair, finding any touch at all was making him flinch. Which was an odd reaction, but he figured it was simply because his body was more alert now. Even if he now felt tired mentally. "Sasuke…" He whispers, before turning the water off, and drying himself off with a towel. He walks into his room with the towel around his waist, laying down, and simply falling asleep. Because he was exhausted… and sleep actually sounded good.