AN: Hello guys Bex here
First off I'd like to say I'm back! I am deeply sorry about the lack of updates…writer's block is a horrible disease. Also I'm gonna be re-writing these chapters 'cus I hate them (is highly self-critical) So yeah…
Oh and AnTi~BeX died (thank god)…anyway disclaimers and poop

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Pairing: Gaara x Sasori

Warnings: this is a YAOI FANFIC which means boy x boy. So if you hate that sort of thing then you are seriously lost (no, no it's okay just click the 'back button' see? all better! For everyone else there's swearing (no MasterCard), OOC and boy x boy scenes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters associated with it (sadly)

Enjoy my lovelies 3

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Sasori was in many ways quite an interesting and boring person. He sat quietly in class, his chestnut eyes always fixed on one thing or another. At lunch he'd eat slowly, normally with a few select friends, but always distractedly staring from one thing to another. After school he'd stay by the gates watching the other students leave to return to their normal lives.

Let them have their lives, he'd often think, I'll just watch and wait like a master-less lump of wood. He'd stand like that until he would get a desperate phone call from his brother begging him home.

Until that one Friday afternoon.

Everyone had filed out of the school grounds, passing him as navy blue blurs of uniform. Sasori's phone began its scheduled ring at exactly 4:45. Exit light. Enter night…Time to go…or not. Mid-step, Sasori stopped as a flash of colour passed through his drab navy blue world. Red hair and thick black eye make-up, a strange tattoo on his forehead. He wore the same navy uniform as Sasori but had replaced the compulsory white button-up shirt with a black polo. Sasori felt his cheeks redden and stepped back, hoping to hide himself from the crimson haired teen. Two others accompanied him; a blonde girl with her hair in a set of 4 pigtails and a hooded boy with purple face-paints on his exposed chin and cheeks. The red haired guy was the shortest of the three with the strange hooded boy as the tallest. Sasori watched them pass him, cheeks burning. Something about this crimson haired boy seemed to captivate him. He was close now so cl-

Exit light, Enter night. Shit. Take my han- Shit, shit, shit.

He fumbled quickly for his phone and answered it in a hushed whisper.

"Sasori where the hell are you??"

"I-I'm at school, still."

"Get your ass home then! Dad didn't let me stay home alone for 2 weeks just for you to get kidnapped!"

"Y-yeah okay I'm on my way"

Sasori sighed a breath of relief as he hung up, stuffing the phone back into his pocket. He looked up quickly to check the trio weren't wondering what this random boy was doing watching them from the shadows. Thankfully they had moved on, the hooded guy now talking enthusiastically to the blonde who seemed to dismiss his words. The crimson haired one turned back at him, however, locking eyes with the semi-hidden Sasori. The boy grinned as Sasori hurried away in the opposite direction, attempting to hide his flushed pink face. Oh god, he's seen me. He's FUCKING looked at me. Okay just forget it…home, bedroom, sleep. Yeah. Home, bedroom, sleep. Just forget about them, about him. Sasori swallowed hard and shook his head, clutching his shoulder bag intensely. He knew that he couldn't just avoid this guy he was going to his school and was probably in his school year. Aw great. Just fan-freaking-tastic.

He was still contemplating ways to bypass this one guy when he realized he'd gone 2 houses past his. He swore and retraced his steps, unlatching the gate and jogging up to the front door. He unlocked it but stood with his head against the frame for a few seconds, attempting to cancel out all thoughts of the tattooed red-head. Sighing, he cracked open the door and crept inside. As always his brother was waiting before him, foot tapping against the wooden floor of the living room.

"Well?" He asked, rather indirectly

"Well, what?" Sasori continued past his brother, eluding all eye contact to sit down his bag on one of the sofas.

"Why were you late this time?"

"Does it really matter" Sasori leant on the sofa arm and massaged his temple.

His brother flailed his arms pathetically and paced over to his shorter sibling "Well of course it does! I could had been murdered or kidnapped or burgled or shot at or strangled or…murdered…anyway you should have been here on time"

"Well you weren't murdered or anything so I guess it's fine."

"That's beside the poi- hey where the hell you going??"

Sasori was already halfway up the stairs by the time his brother had noticed, "I'm going to my room." He continued on up the stairs, his brother stood at the bottom and shouted up to him. "Like hell you are! I'm ranting at you! Get your ass down here! Sasori, Sas- hey I'm still talking to yo-"

Sasori's bedroom door slammed shut thus ending the pointless conversation.

Sasori hummed to himself as he stripped off his uniform, discarding it to the floor. He retrieved his phone from the pocket of his school trousers, checking the time only to forget it again as soon as he threw it softly onto his bed. He proceeded to fish through his clothes drawer to find some pajama bottoms and slipped on a pair of baggy red and yellow striped ones. He ran a hand back through his scarlet coloured hair and trudged back down the stairs. He scratched his bare chest as if he'd just awoken and hesitantly joined his brother on the sofa to watch T.V. He slumped back in the black leather and clasped his hands over his stomach.

"So…"

His brother looked over to him "So?"

Sasori studied his brother for a second, noticing his change of hair style. He normally had long black hair that was tied back but now he had it styled so that his ebony hair covered one of his eyes and the short clumps of hair at the back were spiked up in random directions "…Had a haircut Tobz?"

"Thanks for noticing earlier." He mumbled into his palm.

"I'm trying to make conversation."

"Not doing so well."

Sasori swung his head back to rest against the leather of the settee. He twisted his head towards his brother "What do you want?"

"An apology"

"Because…"

"Because you made me worry."

"Oh…sorry about that."

Tobi nodded and turned to his younger brother "It's fine. Anyway why were you late?"

Sasori shifted in his seat, trying to hide his awkwardness "No reason."

Tobi snorted a laugh of acceptance "Alright so the usual."

The two smiled and proceeded to watch the television until Tobi fell asleep and Sasori crept upstairs.

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The weekend went abnormally fast: two days feeling like two hours. Tobi and him, having the same kind of sleeping patterns and identical laziness, woke at noon and lazed around playing video games for the next 12 hours. Business as usual for the brothers.

School as normal in the morning: Get up, get dressed, get Tobi up, have breakfast, get Tobi up again, then set off for lessons at Kyoka high.

Tobi was in his last year at the school and had been with the drama club since his second year. He would normally wear an orange and black swirled mask during school, method actor. Sasori was on his fourth year so he still had a while yet to get out of this hell hole. Sasori and Tobi had been joined at the gates by one of Tobi's drama club buddies, Zetsu. He'd wear black and white face paints throughout the day, probably as a stand against racism (one of the many things he felt strongly about) but he'd kept his hair short and dyed it green (possibly a bid for recycling. Everyone gave up guessing after a while).

At the moment Zetsu and Tobi were talking among themselves probably about drama props or some random crap like that. He wasn't really paying attention because just 5 seconds ago he'd spotted the tattooed boy. Eyes dark with make-up and hair still the most brilliant shade of red. Sasori was vaguely aware that his mouth was going dry and he had slowed walking enough that he'd actually stopped.

For god's sake no! Keep moving dumbass!

Sasori shook his head, dispelling whatever thoughts he was having and forcefully started to pick up the pace to catch up with his brother.

Today was gonna be hard, he knew that much.

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"Everyone we have a new student. He's just transferred here-"

Oh god

"-s name is…"

Oh please lord no, not here.

"…Gaara"

Oh why. Heaven's sake, why??

At the back of his English class, Sasori whimpered silently. Before his English class was the red haired boy from before being shown to his seat by Mr. Yakushi. To make matters worse, Gaara's seat was directly in front of Sasori's. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate from here with…him!? Nevertheless the lesson carried on, oblivious to Sasori's problems, with the usual: open your books to XX, copy questions XX – ZZ, full answers everyone…

Sigh! Sasori chewed the end on his pen, lazily watching his teacher scribble phrases onto the board. His gaze drifted to the mass of red hair in front of his desk. He cocked his head to the side, thoroughly examining each strand of the boy's hair to the root. He had such gorgeous hair…No concentrate dammit! Work! Get a good grade, finish school, get a normal job, marry a cute girl and be done with this place! Sasori continued to copy the many phrases from the board into his book and sighed with discontent. He looked back to Gaara out of impulse (or maybe it was unconsciously) and rested his head in his hand. He watched the way Gaara tapped his page out of boredom and his messy handwriting that traveled all over the page. Gaara must have sensed his constant staring as he looked back over his shoulder to Sasori. Sasori quickly averted his gaze back to the board and scanned his eyes quickly over everything written on it.

Gaara snickered "Dumbass…"

Sasori was slightly offended this pouting his lips and scribbling angrily on the page; most of the anger came from actually being caught by the red-head. For now he'd try to hide the redness spreading over his cheeks and get a few more notes down before he'd get a detention.

And so, the lesson dragged on. Today was the start of the class' 'Romeo and Juliet' project. So Mr. Yakushi was explaining all the basics for the project, how to get a high grade, the story of 'Romeo and Juliet', the usual jargon. Right now though it seemed Yakushi was deeply lost in the story of the star-crossed lovers. His head in his hand and eyes struggling to stay open, Sasori sat at his worn desk half listening, half staring at the information being given. His brain was still slowly processing said info when he faintly heard something being placed onto his desk. He lazily looked down after a few seconds to see a crinkled up note had been put on his exercise book. He looked around the class but no one looked back, Yakushi still was explaining the deep relationships of Romeo and Juliet as Sasori slowly unfolded the note. His found his eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to read the messy writing:

Hey dumbass,

You're obviously infuriated with me for an unknown reason so you'll do what I say.

Meet me after school by the gates you first saw me.

Also stop staring at me, I feel like my hair will fall out.

Sasori, in a fit of annoyance, screwed up the note and stuffed it in his trouser pocket. He looked around the class, still frantically searching for the author of the note resting in his pocket, before running both hands through his hair, linking his fingers on top of his head. At almost the same time Gaara started to lean back on his chair.

"Hey dummy, you got an answer or not." His voice was as Sasori suspected: cold and almost without emotion, if it wasn't for the slight hint of sarcasm embedded into his slightly deep voice.

"My name's not dummy" The tattooed boy leant his head back, hair falling from his pale blue eyes. Sasori continued to write on his page.

"That's not what I asked you, dummy," Gaara's eyes narrowed, his voice became more commanding "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

Sasori forced himself to look into the boy's eyes "You can't talk to me like-"

"Of course I can dumbass. After all you're the one in love with me" His voice softened and Gaara grinned at his own remark. Sasori looked quickly down to his exercise book again.

"N-No I'm not."

"Well if that was true, why are you blushing at me so much?"

"It's hot in here that's all. Anyway the answer is no." The truth was Sasori hadn't noticed the reddening of his cheeks or his trembling hand. He put down his pen suddenly and shot his hand up to grab the teacher's attention before the conversation went any further. He didn't have time to ponder his feelings with this boy anymore.

"Is there something wrong?" Mr. Yakushi looked up from his desk which he was now seated at, tapping his pencil upon it in an irritated manner.

"I…um need the bathroom."

"Fine, but make it quick."

Sasori nodded and stood up hastily and made his way over to the classroom door, shooting an angry look at the crimson haired boy who continued to smirk and wave at him in a taunting way.

Once out in the hallway he felt immediately better. Maybe it was the presence of Gaara that was causing the immense pressure he felt on his chest. Sasori stopped and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers and screwing his eyes shut. He'd just have to go somewhere secluded to calm down a little. And actually do what the teacher thinks I'm doing for once…

The bathroom was quiet when he went in (not so strange as it was the middle of lessons) but still Sasori had a feeling of foreboding. He ignored it, going over to the sinks and splashing water on his face. He looked at himself reflected in the mirror, his own red hair seeming somewhat foreign for a moment. He twisted his bangs between his fingers and made a sound of annoyance. "Dammit I need more dye…"

"Wow you actually dye it," Sasori looked behind him in the mirror. Gaara was sat back to the doorway in one of the cubicles. How hadn't he noticed him before? Sasori blamed his slightly vain nature. "Because, it looks pretty natural to me..."

"What the hell? Is it like 'Stalk Sasori Day' today?

"So your name's Sasori," Gaara began to advance on the other red head "Cute. But I prefer dummy." Gaara stood and began to close the distance between them.

"What do you want?" Sasori shot a hateful glare at the shorter Gaara.

"Ouch you're so cold…I just want you to admit me something." Gaara replied, not fazed by the look Sasori was giving him. Sasori hadn't noticed the arm beginning to snake around his waist or indeed the closeness of him and Gaara.

Sasori swallowed and attempted to keep his voice constant. "Admit what?"

"Your love for me-"

Sasori smirked at Gaara's overly serious face "Oh yeah? You're real full of yourself. What makes you think that?"

Gaara returned his smile. Sasori noticed the way the other boy's eyes seemed to light up with anticipation. He felt sorry he asked.

"Gaara, was it? Look you're not my type alright? I'm straight and whatever's wrapped up in your warped, costume-drama world shouldn't involve me," Sasori nudged himself out of Gaara's grip "Just…leave it" With that Sasori left the tattooed redhead by himself.

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Lunch came and Sasori sat at his usual place, a spot under a sakura tree where Tobi sat with a majority of the drama club. Tobi lay on his stomach, telling anecdotes to various parts of the club. Zetsu listening intently to the information being given by the now masked Tobi. Meanwhile Gaara and his siblings were surrounded by a gaggle of people, probably wanting to know the business of these new students. Sasori sat with his chin in his hand and grunted at the scene.

"Tch…dumbasses…"

Tobi looked up at his younger brother. "What's up Sas?"

Sasori look up, only just realizing he had been speaking aloud. "It's nothing"

"Wait…you're looking over at Temari's gang ain't cha"

"Temari?"

"Yeah, she's got a younger brother in your year…what's his name?"

"It's Gaara." Sasori replied solomly, looking to his shoes.

"Yeah! That's it. You weren't looking at him are you?"

Sasori blushed "W-Well of c-course no-"

"Oh my gosh, you ARE! You haven't fallen for him have ya, little bro?

"No!"

"Pfft…Liar."

"I'm straight dammit!"

Sasori, in his sulkiness, began to play with a blade of grass near his knee. He didn't think he was being that obvious to everyone around him but then again Tobi had the ability to read him like a poorly written book. In a few more minutes Gaara's gang would be beginning to leave so he needn't worry for a while at least. However it was an out of breath, heavily panting Deidara that managed to pull Sasori's attention away from the blade of grass by his feet.

"Gaara…s-s-s-sent…me…give you this" Deidara leant towards Sasori: one hand outstretched, with what seemed to be a crumpled up note, and the other hand rested shakily upon his thigh.

"And why the hell would I want this, Dei?" Sasori took the note regardless and Deidara flopped down to sit beside him

"How the hell should…" he stopped to catch his breath "…I know. I mean he just sent me over here, running. He's a frickin' manic!"

"Well you didn't have to run over here you kno-"

"I god damn did Sas! It's his eyes…frickin' unnerving, ya know." Deidara let out an exasperated sigh and lay down on the grass, his blond hair splayed all over the grass.

"Yeah I know…"

The two sat like that, occasionally picking up remnants of conversation but then falling back to a silence. The silence wasn't particularly uncomfortable as the two were just happy to have a bit of company and quite used to the quiet conversing, plus Deidara was teetering on the edge of sleep. Sasori smirked at the blond boy beside him. He'd known Deidara since forever and they'd been best friends even before that, even after Dei had 'come out'; Sasori was still there for him even if the rest of the school body wasn't.

Oh that's right…The reason Dei even came over here. Sasori unfolded the note that he'd placed in his shirt breast pocket. No doubt in who it was from; Gaara continued to smirk at him from afar.

Hey dummy,

You do know that you're so 'out' that it's not even funny, don't you? Anyhow just thought I'd get your blond floozy to give you this.

If you don't want to meet me at the gates then…

one thing: Your locker. After school. 4pm.

Be there…or…well I have a feeling I don't have to finish that sentence.

Toodle-oo

~Gaara

Did he seriously think I'm so wrapped around his finger that I'd do anything he asked? Sasori screwed up the note between his palms and discarded it over his shoulder, making sure Gaara saw. Gaara simply shrugged, a smirk still plastered on his face and carried on with the conversation he seemed to be having. Sasori sighed and returned to the blade of grass that he was playing with moments ago. Part of him wished Gaara would just leave him alone, the other half wanted Gaara's attention. Sasori leant back on his two elbows, his gaze up at the sakura blossoms. He already had a perfect life with great friends and an understanding family: he didn't need certain red-heads screwing it up.

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Lessons passed incredibly quickly after that lunch time. He barely had time to register Art and History before they passed like blurs. Somehow after two and a half hours he found himself saying an early goodbye to the drama club and Dei, promising his brother he'd be back sooner than usual. An empty, meaningless promise but it was enough for Tobi. After the goodbyes he found himself wondering along various corridors and lockers until he had the realization that the one he was currently resting his back on was his own. Only then did all the memories of the past day come back to him. Only then did he realize what his being there actually implied. He cursed to himself and pushed off the locker, deciding to leave quickly to avoid-

"Hey dummy, wow you're early"

Sasori looked to his left, horrified. "What the hell ar-"

"Me? You're the one that actually decided to meet me here," The distance between them began to shorten. Sasori replayed the earlier bathroom scene in his head and experienced a strange feeling of déjà vu "Anyway it's good you came. I wanna know what my Sasori tastes like."

Gaara's hands were on his shoulders now, pushing him down to the floor, trademark smirk still on his face. Sasori didn't have the strength or will to retaliate, instead he watched with wide eyes as Gaara spread Sasori's legs apart and knelt in between. Sasori felt fingers curling in his hair, a knee that was playfully rubbing his inner thigh, hot breath on his ear. Sasori gritted his teeth and clamped his eyes shut only making Gaara chuckle and place experimental kisses down his neck and collarbone while unbuttoning his shirt from the top down. With more of his chest exposed, Sasori felt totally subdued to Gaara's touches and allowed him to continue. The playful kisses soon turned more harsh and needy, eventually giving way to bites. A particular attack on his collarbone was beginning to bruise. Sasori wanted to speak out, push Gaara away, punch him, kick him, anything to stop this twisted feeling of pleasure that was forcing its way throughout his body. Sasori barely felt his mouth become agape, a new sound escaping him that made Gaara push up against him more and capture his lips again. A kiss this time that didn't seem forced but almost chaste. Sasori put his arms round the other's waist and tilted his head just a little and deepened their kiss. A contented sigh from Gaara and Sasori began to undo the buttons of Gaara's shirt and once done, pulled him closer once more. The skin on skin contact felt amazing, made even better by the passionate open mouth kiss that both boys now shared. Both were gasping for breath when they parted but their foreheads remained pressed together. Gaara breathless, panting, eyes only slits. Sasori could have came there just now at the sight of him.

"You're so predictable, Sasori." Gaara patted the other boy's cheek, playfully and got up to leave. "I'm straight, he says. I'm not in love with you, he says." Gaara brushed his fingers across Sasori's cheek "So cute…makes me wanna do you right here. But I've got a life to attend to, dumbass"

"So, what," Sasori stood up quickly "You're just going. Just like that?!"

Gaara blinked stupidly. "Of course I am. Temari's making dinner. Bye Sasori I had fun."

Gaara kissed him quickly and turned on his heel, laughing as he went out the door. Sasori left behind, only now aware of the bulge in his groin. He stumbled into the nearest cubical to finish himself off.

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AN: Duuuuude~ I have beaten writer's block !

I hope you guys like this new revamped chapter. If not then…I'm sorry

And I know that Gaara wouldn't normally act like that but seriously, this is fanfiction :]

I found it hot to have an aggressive, possessive Gaara XP

Anyway ! Bex out 33