Suna Heat Chapter 4: why am I always on my ass?

"Son of a Bitch!" I panted.

My chest was heaving, and I was utterly exhausted. My bare chest was coated with sweat and sand and my pants were heavy with mud.

I lay on the hot sand staring at the sun. I was on my ass…again.

"Again Kiba."

I groaned, but struggled to my feet and glared at the man in front of me. He wasn't drenched in sweat, didn't have a speck of sand on his perfect body, and the bastard looked almost…content in this fucking heat.

He made a series of hand signs that I didn't even try to decipher, and then sand erupted from the ground in a giant tidal wave that was hell h=bound on crushing me. I dodged the first wave, and rolled. My eyes and nose were clogged with dirt so I couldn't see, or rely on my sense of smell. "Damn it" I hissed as I was nearly caught. I tried to summon chakra into my feet and hands so I could run four legged, but I was too tired, and the sand crushed me in a mountainous heap on top of me. I clawed my way to the surface, sputtering sand from my mouth. "Fuck!" I shouted at nothing inn particular. I let my head fall back against the Earth. 'I give up.' I thought to myself. This man was literally beating the shit out of me without even breaking a sweat.

"Kiba-Kun?" I could hear him walking toward me, but I ignored him. I was too tired to care if I offended him. My body ached In places that shouldn't ache. A shadow fell over me but I continued to stare at the bright blue sky.

"Kiba-kun?"

He kneeled down next to me and cupped my chin. "drink." He ordered, as he dribbled water down my throat. I knew it wasn't poisoned, because if he was trying to kill me he would have already. I swallowed all the liquid he would allow.

"We're done for the day, let's go."

I was still trying to catch my breath, so I didn't move. I shifted my gaze to him though. Damn. I was so fucking exhausted I couldn't even appreciate that Gaara looked very edible today.

He stood, and then reached a hand toward me. "Come."

I didn't grab his hand.

"Kiba-kun take my hand." He demanded.

I grudgingly lifted my trembling arm and grasped his hand firmly. He then proceeded to do a single handed jitsu that I didn't recognize and then we were enveloped in ball of sand.

I fell to my knees and began coughing up mouth fills of sand.

"Gaara! Jeez are you trying to kill him?" Tamari's voice shrieked and she rushed to me, "here drink this."

I gurgled the water, before taking a couple heaping gulps.

"That was not my intention Tamari." Was Gaara's gruff reply. I collapsed onto my back, wheezing. "Mother of fuck." I whispered.

"Watch your mouth Kiba-kun!" Tamari chided.

I glared at the perky blond then struggled to my feet. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

She nodded, "Good, because you reek."

I grinned lazily at her, "Only for you."

She grimaced, "oh, that's disgusting Kiba."

I chuckled as I turned around and came face to face with Gaara. I gulped, "Hey…uh…"

"Good job today Kiba-Kun, and next time…hold your breath." He then quickly turned on his heal and stalked away leaving me half hard. The bastard.

I shook my head before heading to the bathroom. I thought about all the training I had been doing the week I had been here while I stripped, and turned on the taps. I wasn't getting very far. Gaara was WAY out of my league and I was good, really good. But he made me look like a ginin. The water was hot as It hit my tense muscles, but I felt them slowly relaxing under the spray. I sighed before going through the rituals of a shower; soap, lather, rinse, repeat. I watched as the dirty water ran down the drain. The cuts that the sand had inflicted on my skin hurt, but I ignored them, as the last particles of sand flowed down the drain, I shut off the water. If I had learned one thing while being in Suna, it was that you conserved water. However, one of the good things about this god forsaken place was: the soft towels. As I dried my battered body, I realized I had forgotten my clothes. "Damn it." I cursed softly.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out. I had gotten a grand total of two steps when I fell flat on my ass. I lost hold of my towel, and my head hit the floor hard. "Ugh. Damn it, Mother Fucker, Son of a Bitch. Why? Why me?" I mumbled in despair. Well there went my good mood.

I seriously gave up. I was just gonna stay down this time. I swear I think my ass was bruised.

"Kiba-kun are you alright?"

I gulped. On second thought…how about I just die. I cracked an eye poen and Gaara's oh so sexy body was hovering over me in concern.

"Uh, yeah I'm ok, embarrassed, but relatively fine. Why, how are you?" I asked pleasantly.

Amusement lit his eyes. "I am well. Would you like to get off the floor or are you comfortable down there?"

I laughed. "I guess I could get up."

"Are you going to?" he asked

"Nah. It would be pointless. I'll just end up on my ass all over again." I replied cheekily.

He frowned. "Kiba-kun-"

"Kami, Kiba put some freaking clothes on!" Tamari shrieked loudly.

I looked down and blushed. "Shit."

I lunged for the corner of my towel and tucked it around my waist, securely holding it with one hand. Tamari gasped then quickly walked away. I looked at her funny the gave Gaara a questioning look. "I'm not that ugly am I?"

He looked at me like I was crazy. "No Kiba, you are not unattractive."

I grinned, "Thanks."

He stood his hand extended to me.

I shook my head vigorously, "Ah hells no, not the san thingy again."

This time Gaara openly laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

"No sand thingy, as you so eloquently put it." He replied.

I sighed in relief and took his hand, making sure I had a good hold on my towel this time.

He heaved me off the floor like I was a rag doll.

"Thanks." I said sheepishly.

He nodded, but didn't release my hand.

I felt myself blushing due to the close proximity and his soft, but firm touch.

He frowned again, "are you feeling ill? You look a bit flushed Kiba-kun." He questioned me, his voice nothing but a husky whisper.

I shivered. "Y..Yes I'm quite alright." Damn my voice for cracking.

"Are you sure, I could call for a doctor."

My groin tightened even more at the seductive tone of his voice.

"N..No, I'm fine, a small h…headache, and sore muscles. Nothing sleep cant cure." I assured him.

He still hadn't released my hand.

His other came up and caressed my forehead. "you have a light fever Kiba." He said smugly.

I nodded, "It's probably from the shower…and sleep will help. I will be fine in the morning."

He nodded almost reluctantly. "Alright. We won't train tomorrow, I know that you are not used to the heat that is probably the sores of your headaches."

I nodded, I could work with that.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow then.." I let my voice drift off and he nodded, "tomorrow."

He released my hand and I quickly turned and practically ran to my room.

That night I dreamt of Gaara's hands caressing my entire body as her pounded me into oblivion.

Ok so there is a bit occ on Gaara's part but I think it flows ok. Sorry it took so long to update, the Christmas hols are horrible. Tell me what you think. I'm thinking of making this an mpreg story, so give me your opinions on that. Maybe lemons in the next chapter, I haven't decided…oh well. Happy Yule, everyone. kisses