Disclaimer: Lets not even get into how I don't own Naruto. Instead, just get on with the story, which actually I wasn't going to write for another few days, but I decided to get it out sooner. Oh, and I just got the first chapter of my new story, Two Worlds, up! You guys should check it out. And, that reminds me; I changed something. Last chapter said that the operation would begin today, but I changed it to a week later, so the time-frame now is: One week later! It fits, because this way, the lime works better. Oh, and it's at the beginning! Woohoo!

Rehabilitation

Chapter 13

Tuesday found Gaara sitting in front of Naruto's computer, listening to Red Dragon Tattoo by Fountains of Wayne as he played Majesty. (a/n: Before my computer crashed and let me play games, I used to have the game Majesty. It was actually fun, if totally repetative.) It was currently four in the morning, Naruto was sleeping curled up with Shiori, and he had nothing to do. Yep, that's why he was playing a boring game where all you did was fight monsters and build kingdoms. Mornings were the worst.

"Mmgh."

Gaara twitched, and turned to look at Naruto, ignoring the computer screen which was currently telling him what his goal was. That was an odd sound, one he hadn't heard from Naruto before; it almost sounded like a groan. Or something along those lines. But, when he didn't hear anything like that again, Gaara shrugged and went back to his game, building up his marketplace.

"Nngh."

This time he swivelled around fast; that was definately a groan. With a downward twist of his lips to signal a frown, he stood from the computer chair and made his way over to where Naruto was tangled in his blankets, twisting around as if he were having a nightmare. He bent down, to wake Naruto, but froze at the fox-like kid's next whispered words.

"Nn, Gaara...yess..." He hissed out, arching a litte as his fists clenched in the sheets.

Gaara felt his face flush for no reason when he heard that breathless voice, and gulped loudly, feeling sweat break out on his forehead as more whispered words and groans came from the blond boy.

"Ung, kami, please Gaara! Mmm! There!" There were more groans, and a muffled grunt thrown in between. Naruto was arching up, his face red, mouth parted, and Gaara noticed something quite noticable beneath the sheets.

Getting just a little bit worried, and feeling some kind of heat curling in his belly that he didn't understand, Gaara hurridly gripped Naruto's shoulder and preceded to shake him as hard as he could, anything to wake the boy up.

"H-huh? Gaara?" Naruto blearily opened his eyes, still caught up in his very erotic dream. In fact, he could still feel something licking his...wait, what? Naruto threw off his blanket, and found Shiori curled up against his leg, licking his thigh. Oh, crap. "Uh, Gaara, why'd you wake me up?" He asked, feeling a burn spreading across his face as he crossed his legs underneath the blanket.

Gaara's face remained emotionless as he spoke. "You were groaning in your sleep, and calling out my name. I wanted to make sure you were alright. Are you alright?"

Naruto's lips pursed. "I-it was just a d-dream, Gaara! I'm perfectly fine!" He nodded his head eagerly to emphasize his point.

Gaara didn't look convinced, though. "If you're fine, then what is that?" He pointed downward.

Naruto followed where he was pointing, and sweatdropped. There was no way that Gaara didn't know what...wait, he hadn't been around people much, so it was a possibility, but still. Naruto didn't want to talk about that. Thankfully, he was saved by a knock on the door, and quickly got up to answer the door. It was Kyuubi, grinning like a madman. He probably had heard Naruto groaning too, since their rooms were next to each other.

Kyuubi snickered; yep, he'd heard something, all right. "Well, Naruto, I take it you had a nice dream?" His eyes drifted downward, and his lips twitched. "Yeah, judging by that boner, you definately...had...!" He couldn't hold it in anymore, and began to cackle wildly, clutching his stomach and pounding the doorframe.

Naruto growled and shut the door in his face, leaning against the door with a hand covering his face.

"Naruto?" Gaara came up in front of him, his teal eyes surrounded with black still questioning. "What is a...boner?" He asked monotonously.

Naruto choked on air, sputtering as he stared at the redhead. He honestly couldn't believe that he'd just been asked that question. Then again... "Are you serious, Gaara? You really...don't know what one is?" He choked out.

Gaara frowned again. "I have heard this word from my brother Kankuro, but I have never had it explained to me."

Naruto gulped; this morning was just not going his way. "W-well, it's, um, something that guys get a lot. I-it signals arousal, that you like something, or someone?" Great, now it turned into a question.

Gaara turned, seeming deep in thought, before suddenly turning back to Naruto, a fierce intensity in his eyes. "Naruto, I want you to do something. And I am asking you this because you are my first and only friend."

Naruto nodded slowly. "Okay..." He had a feeling he wasn't going to like this.

"I want you to teach me about this 'boner.' If you recieved one from me, then it's only natural that I recieve one from you."

Naruto was frozen for all of four seconds. Then he let out a loud howl; he could not believe this was happening!

"What was that?" Kakashi asked, glancing up from his cup of coffee.

Kyuubi, who was sitting across from him and Itachi eating cereal, suddenly collapsed in guffaws, pounding the table with his hand as he shook uncontrollably. Itachi glared, his red eyes more intense now.

"Explain, Kyuubi, now." He used his authorative voice; it always seemed to work before. And it didn't fail him now.

Kyuubi coughed, letting out a few more laughs before he calmed himself enough to talk. "Ahem. Well, it's really funny, actually. Hehe! Hm, well, you see, Naruto apparently had a very nice dream this morning about Gaara; I could hear his cries through the wall. And, Gaara probably asked him about his...little problem, which resulted in that cry." He dissolved into giggles once more, his whole frame shaking.

Kakashi turned to the obsidian-haired man. "Well, it seems our plans might not be needed after all."

Itachi grinned. "True as that may be, we're still going to follow through with them. Kyuubi, do you have a friend to stay with today?"

Kyuubi glanced up, lips still twitching. "Yeah, why? What're you guys going to do?"

Kakashi grinned. "We're going to make Naruto's room, and the rest of this apartment, as cold as we can without freezing them to death. They'll have to share body heat, and that'll remind Naruto of this morning, and..." He trailed off, but they all got the drift.

Kyuubi scoffed. "You guys are totally evil. And yet, it's brilliant. But when Naruto and Gaara decide to beat your asses, I'll be long gone. Have fun." He skipped out.

Itachi smiled, and turned to Kakashi, giving him a quick peck on the lips, a small reminder of what they'd done yesterday. "I'll leave the thermostat to you; I'm going to go ahead and get changed. Meet you at work."

Naruto made his way to the kitchen after getting out of the shower, still blushing after half an hour. Gaara followed him, his own hair wet and dark against his pale skin. He was like a dog with a bone with his new demand, and it was freaking Naruto out.

"Naruto, stop avoiding me. You are my friend; you're supposed to be able to help me with anything." Gaara intoned, coming up behind Naruto. He ignored the fact that the kitchen seemed a might chillier than their rooms.

Naruto twirled around, a glass in one hand, a bowl in the other. "Gaara! Stop asking me to-to do that! I don't know if I can help you!" Because if I do, I won't be able to help keep my hands to myself. But he didn't add that. That would be even more embarrassing.

Gaara got up close and personal, glaring at Naruto. He was about to press the issue, when another cold draft against his bare arms made him shiver. "Is it getting colder in here?" He asked, his head tilting in a really cute position.

"Huh?" Naruto put the bowl on the counter, but kept the glass, and filled it with juice. "What are you talking about? I don't think it's cold in here at all." But he noticed Gaara rubbing his arms, and shrugged. "I'll go get you a blanket, alright? Go ahead and make us some cereal."

Gaara sighed but took out another bowl and filled it with Lucky Charms, before getting out the milk. By the time the milk was in the bowls, Naruto had returned, the blanket off his bed in his arms.

"Here. Wanna watch some cartoons?" When Gaara nodded, he made his way over to the couch, and sat with his legs crossed under him. He was finally getting over his embarrassment from earlier, and watching reruns of Spongebob helped with that.

Gaara shrugged and settled himself next to Naruto, shivering as he wrapped the blanket around him. The room was filled with the soft sounds of crunching, and hums of satisfaction. Both were finished before long, and the bowls wound up on the table while Gladiator played from the DVD player. After all, Spongebob was over now.

"Ne, Gaara, share the blanket!" Naruto whined a time later, shivering so hard his teeth clattered together. Who knew a room could get so cold?! He could practically see his breath in here!

Gaara ignored him for all of three minutes, until the whining became so annoying and he became too cold, even beneath the blanket. Heaving a heavy sigh, he rolled his teal eyes and opened his arms, holding the blanket aloft. In a second a blond blur came crashing against him, making him slightly winded and colder still as freakishly cold skin came into contact with his own. He quickly closed the blanket, settling his head on that golden mop. "You are a baka, Naruto. You shouldn't have waited so long to ask for the blanket." He paused thoughtfully. "Were you, perhaps, waiting because of whatever it was that happened this morning?"

Naruto eeped, and buried his face in the blanket. "T-that d-doesn't matter, G-Gaara! Mm, y-you know you're r-really w-warm." Naruto snuggled closer; he could feel heat radiating off that slender body. He was warm, he was full, and he was working his way towards really happy. He closed his eyes, sighing happily.

Gaara shifted, easing a sharp elbow that was digging into his ribs. He shifted again, moving the blanket so it covered every inch of both of them, and closed his eyes as well. He was actually able to get some sleep living here.

"Operation: Cold Bedroom Now Called Cold Apartment is a success!" Kakashi giggled like a little girl as he slapped a high-five with Itachi, (a/n: Just imagine that.) his gray eye now an upward U. They were currently watching the screen of a TV, with was hooked with a hidden camera in the living room of the apartment.

"I told you it would be. Aw, just look how cute my little Naru-chan is, sleeping with his love!" Itachi felt like squealing like a little girl as he took out a strawberry Pocky stick and popped it into his mouth.

Kakashi, seeing this, just couldn't resist; he leaned foreword and bit off the tip of the Pocky, letting out an appreciative "Mm!" Itachi grinned, then quirked an eyebrow.

"Well, next step in our plan is...Operation: No Name. Wait, have we really figured out the next step?"

Kakashi was a little confused. "We didn't plan out past Cold Bedroom, it's true. Hm, how about a party? A really sexy part with everyone wearing really sexy clothes, erotic music, and fun games!"

Itachi suddenly smirked. "Oh, yeah. I completely forgot how much Naruto loves to dance. And boy, does that kid have some moves on him." He turned dreamy, just remembering those times. "Well, Kashi, shall we plan Operation: Erotic Party? You write the invites for all of Naru-sama's friends, and I'll figure out what we need."

The masked man nodded. "Great. Lets get...wait, we actually to have to work. Okay, later on tonight, lets get started."

Hm, I'm much too lazy to go farther. But hm, that party will be fun to write. I wonder if it'll be next chapter, or the one after? Ah, who knows. It'll happen when it happens. Well, what'd you guys think? It got a little whacked there, but I hope the chapter was a good one. And remember, readers, I LOVE reviews, and I accept flames.

Ayame