Rianne: Hey! You should know the disclaimer by now- If Naruto was ours, the show would have lots of Saucegay bashing, NaruGaa smut every few minutes, and lots of radical other stuff!! :) Oh, the song in this chapter is Forgotten Children by Tokio Hotel :)
Arianna: I gotta get some potato chips. I'm hungry. All this RP-ing is making me famished. ;3
I kid, I kid. Anyways, if you've notied, we kind of had quite a lot done already so we're posting rather quickly, and some chapters will be longer or shorter than others depending on what we ended with. In my Word Doc for this story it's... like... 116 pages and only 5 and a half (well, under half, because we recently started chapter 6) chapters long. :0
Rianne: So, yeah, that's all for today :) Enjoy!
Temari hadn't stopped when she made it into Konoha, even though Kankurou was complaining about being exhausted
Temari hadn't stopped when she made it into Konoha, even though Kankurou was complaining about being exhausted. Let him be, she thought. Let him be tired. It'd be better than hearing he's dead again and that we didn't even get to say goodbye. Again.
She and Kankurou (Despite his complaints) burst into the hospital at the same time.
Glaring at the secretary, she growled out a request to see her brother. The secretary squeaked out a number that she memorized as they raced to the hallway Gaara's ward was in. They stopped as they say Tsunade outside the door, spying on the occupants with a smile. She beckoned them closer, putting a finger to her lips.
Inside, Naruto had fallen asleep in the bed, next to Gaara. No longer was the redhead hooked up to any machines; he was perfectly fine, from his appearance.
The shocking thing was that the two were embracing, in such a position that it was clear the redhead had woken up at some point, in order to have fallen asleep like that. Naruto, however, was in a position that told all that he and Gaara were closer. He had one leg twined around one of the Kage's, and judging from the calm, content look on the latter's sleeping face, the contact was enjoyed immensely.
Kankurou, at seeing the sight, felt his brain die out. Since when..? Miraculously, his brain must just have been acting, because a small smile adorned his lips and he nodded. Looking over at Temari, he saw a content look on her face as well. She returned his gaze, and silently put her arm around his, relishing the sight of their brother and someone else, so unlikely to be associated with him, so comfortable with eachother.
"He's alright," Temari whispered.
"Yeah," the painted boy replied.
Perhaps there was a chance for their brother yet.
Gaara was the first of the two to wake, his black-rimmed eyes fluttering open to the soft sunlight coming in through the hospital window. A smile twitched and played behind his lips when he found blond hair spilling over his collar bone and one leg laced over his own. He even allowed that smile to briefly pass his lips before fading as the blonde resting on him yawned into consciousness. "Naruto, we fell asleep." he stated matter-of-factly.
At first he wasn't sure if the blonde had heard him, because the boy barely moved. He stayed like he promised… the redhead thought vaguely. A wave of relief and comfort spread down to his body, tingling the whole way. It was an odd sensation that Gaara didn't quite understand, but he liked it nonetheless.
"Naruto…" Gaara repeats, to check if the blonde was awake like he had thought. Distantly, Gaara thought he sensed the presence of his siblings outside the door to his ward, but he couldn't be sure. He was still weak from being injured, despite the time he's had already to heal.
Gently, the redhead nudges Naruto to get a better look at his face. An insignificant flush rose to his cheeks when he saw the blonde staring up at him, a foxy grin plastered on his face. He was awake; he simply had been pretending to sleep after that yawn. Gaara almost wanted to say 'baka' or 'don't fool me like that again', but he didn't. Something inside him held the words back. Instead, he nudged the blonde again, this time to signal that he wanted the weight off his chest.
Temari smiled, stopping Kankurou. "Let them have a minute." She spoke softly, and Tsunade smiled at them. Tsunade filled them in on what had happened to the Kazekage. "... I'm glad for him. Knowing you two will keep an eye on them, I think I should go take care of the other patients." The blonde woman left also having had whispered, leaving Kankurou and Temari to quietly observe their brother, smoldering with anger. They were at an angle at which they couldn't see the blush on their brother's face when he spoke and nudged the blond. They saw that the blond was awake and flashing their brother a foxy grin and getting away with it, making the two feel puzzled and forget the anger they had felt about what had happened to their brother. When had their brother gotten so close to the kitsune, and where along the line hadn't they noticed?
After at least ten minutes of observing their brother, Kankurou was impatient. Opening the door slowly, he smiled. "Gaara - you're alright." Temari filed in after him, closing the door. "I'm so relieved that you're alright, Gaara - you scared me so badly." She smiled softly, and extended her gaze to Naruto. "I'm glad you were here for him, Uzumaki. Tsunade told us that you were the one who woke him up. Thank you - we are in your debt once again."
Kankurou nodded. "Yeah. Try not to do it again, or I'll have a heart attack," the painted boy joked.
Naruto immediately sat up once he saw the other two Sand Siblings come waltzing in. Discreetly, he lifted his leg from Gaara's and smiled as they spoke to their brother before turning on him. He grinned and scratched his cheek, embarrassed. "Ah, it's nothing, really; you're not in my debt or anything…"
"On the contrary," Temari informs the blonde, "We intend to pay off our debt right away. Once Gaara's out of the hospital, I find it only suitable that Kankurou and I treat you to ramen."
"Really?!" Kankurou and Naruto say at the same time. Naruto said it rather excitedly where as the brunette had whined the word, sounding resentful in paying for Naruto's meal. Somehow, he expected it to cost quite a lot.
"Really," Temari emphasizes, mostly towards the boy standing next to her. She shot him a glare that read, 'I don't care what it costs, were paying for it. It's the least we can do for the kid that help our little brother'.
Kankurou sighs but nods in agreement, taking a seat at Gaara's bedside. "How are you feeling?" he asks the redhead.
Naruto takes this time to climb out of the hospital cot and stretch his limbs, having slept in an odd (but comfortable) position. He yawns again, his canine teeth gleaming a small amount in the sunlight. The blonde's gaze falls back to Gaara and his siblings, and he tries to recall how he had fallen asleep on hisshin'yuu. It occurred to him that he had stayed mostly by Gaara's side since he had woken up from his comatose-like state, even eating meals with him. He didn't pause to wonder why, for he already knew: he sensed that Gaara needed him, not physically, but emotionally and spiritually. They've gone for a long while now without one another, having last seen each other that day they shook hands goodbye. So in truth, he had fallen asleep there because his own cot would have been less convenient and colder, and not quite what Gaara needed. And Naruto comprehended that much.
Gaara attempted a small smile for his siblings. He recalled the care his shin'yuu had shown, eating, sleeping, and talking with him until now. He felt that he and Naruto had grown closer; no, he knew they'd gotten closer. "Tsunade said I might be fit to go outside today, provided that I'm careful," he told the siblings. "Let's all go together." His voice wasn't nearly as cold as it used to be, when he has Shukaku, he realized. Now there was a type of warmth in it.
Gaara slowly swung his legs off the side of the bed. "I'm alright, Kankurou." He said in response to his brother's question. Letting his gaze drift to Naruto, once again, he found he wanted to be held by the blond; but at the moment Gaara was confident, and instead gave an odd twitch as he recalled a joke he had invented so long ago, a few days after he'd been resurrected. A small, unsure smile reached his eyes, but not his lips, as he started talking.
"One day a blonde went to a salon to get her hair cut. She was wearing headphones, and the hair cutter told her she'd have to take them off. She went to a second salon, and got the same reply. She went to a third salon, and was told the same thing; Finally, she took them off to get her hair cut.
When they were finished cutting her hair, they realized she was dead. When the authorities got there, they found her headphones were still playing. When they listened to it, they heard someone saying 'Breathe in, breathe out.'" Gaara had no idea why he'd shared his attempt at a joke, but he knew it was an attempt to please everyone there. He wanted to make Naruto laugh, he corrected, stunned at his realization. Oddly, when he had finished the joke, he felt a curious tickle at the back of his throat. He opened his mouth hesitantly.
In a clear, soft sound, just a few octaves higher than his normal voice, Gaara discovered that that odd feeling was a laugh.
Kankurou and Temari blinked a few times in surprise, not sure what had just happened. After the moment sunk in, Kankurou found himself doubled over laughing; he never heard that one before! He has to remember that…
Temari, on the other hand, merely grinned. The last laugh she'd heard coming from her youngest brother had been years ago, and it had been maniacal and cruel. But this was different; his laughter was small and light, a sweet tone she though she'd never hear come from him. The last time he had laughed in that way have been when he was a toddler and unaware of all the hatred in the village.
Naruto chuckled upon hearing the punch line of Gaara's joke. Even though he himself was blonde, he had never minded those jokes since they were about air headed girls. He admits to being taken slightly aback by some a thing coming from the usually blank-slate Gaara, but it was a pleasant change that got the kitsune laughing not only at the joke, but in a happy way along with his now giggling friend (well, nearly giggling; it was higher pitched than his usual voice, which makes it not a hearty laugh or chuckle).
Sasuke came to mind suddenly, and Naruto's laughter eased. He used to think of the two boys – Sasuke and Gaara, his closest friends – to be similar in the way that they acted. Quiet, calm, never smiling much or laughing. But he was wrong; Sasuke is a traitor and Gaara is much… nicernowadays. He had seen it growing ever since the redhead had been resurrected; it simply took until his actions today for Naruto to realize this. The blonde shone a gentle smile at the other 15-year-old, and was startled to find the smallest trace of pink touching Gaara's cheeks. At a sight like that, it was hard not to smile even broader, or resist the urge to say something. "Oi, we should do what Gaara said and get out of here together; I'm tired of being cooped up inside, 'ttebayo! – Maybe you'll be fulfilling your debt sooner than you thought, Temari-san." He adds in a wink, patting his stomach momentarily to show his hunger.
"That sounds like a great idea to me," the older girl replies. When it came to her brother's happiness (which she knew would sprout even further by going out), all sense of her cockiness and usual tough demeanor melted away.
"Alright, then let's go," Kankurou adds. He turns around quickly. "Do you need help walking, Gaara?"
The redhead shook his head, but Naruto would have none of that. "I'll be your crutch if you need me," he informs the Kazekage. Naruto takes his place right beside him, off to the left. He didn't touch or make any contact, but like when Gaara had slipped while trying to stand after coming back to life, Naruto made sure to be there to catch him.
Gaara was fine walking by himself, so he had distanced himself a few steps from the blond, lagging behind. However, when he caught sight of a green-haired man who was nameless in his mind, who wore a cruel smile before slipping into shadows, and had discreetly waved a blood-stained kunai at Gaara...
He freaked. He slipped and landed on his chest, winded, sand buzzing around him. Hatred and fear battled in his eyes, but was overtaken by anger. A snarl erupted from deep in his throat, and his sand picked him up. He launched into a sprint, not paying attention to his side, which was bleeding profusely now, his battlewear (The only clothes he had at the moment) growing a deeper crimson over his wounds. When he reached the alleyway a couple feet in front of his siblings, he turned the corner, only to do a strange hop-skip to stop and dodge the bloodied kunai that had been thrown at him. Enraged, the redhead ran into the alley, finding nothing but a dead end. Exhausted, he sank to his knees, and started to fall forward, catching himself with his hands as it started to rain.
"Kuso," he muttered. Damn you to hell.
Everything happened so fast that the Sand Siblings and Naruto could hardly keep up. One moment Gaara is quietly falling back a few steps as they exited the hospital and began walking down Konoha's streets, and the next they see a figure moving past them, Gaara furiously following suit. "Gaara!" Kankurou bellowed, fearing for his wounds to tear open again.
"Gaara!" Temari echoed not milliseconds after, her pace quickening to following the unknown ninja and the Kazekage.
"What the hell?!" was Naruto's only reaction as he, too, tried to pursue the two. All three of Gaara's comrades burst into action, trying to sort out who it was that had tried attacking. Could it be the same lying bastard that had lied to and injured Gaara? It must be, there was no doubt; but why? Why was he so intent on breaking up their good day? Why was he so intent on hurting Naruto's precious person?
The blonde was enraged. Despite being behind Temari and Kankurou and not getting the same head start, he was soon turning red-eyed and charging with all his might. Whoever that guy is, he deserves a few Rasengan to the gut, he thinks cruelly.
The three (Naruto being the first) turn into an alleyway, but no one was there at the dead end except Gaara, who was hunched over, panting faintly. His hands were propping him up, but his clothes where slowly growing more and more damp with his own blood.
"Gaara…" Naruto says as calmly as he's able. His teeth were clenched to hold back the harshness in his voice, although some hint of it slipped out.
"Gaara! You shouldn't have done that! Look at your wounds…" Temari pleads as she rushed to her brother's side, concern brimming her tone. She didn't touch him, however, afraid that he might push her away.
"Was that the guy that attacked you a few days ago?" Kankurou asks, though it's hardly needed. It was clear who that smirking devil was.
Naruto steps a little closer, unsure what to do. He wanted to help, only… how?
Gaara tried to answer, but what came out of his mouth instead was a whimper. He hated himself for that low, vulnerable sound. His arms gave out and he was once more winded, the sand around him touching the ground as the rain from above rendered it useless; the armor he was wearing came off as it would be useless anyway in a few minutes. Allowing himself to lay there silently, Gaara shivered in the air that was becoming cold, feeling the dirt beneath him becoming mud. The earth by his side was becoming red with blood, and he felt light-headed, pleasantly so since the pain in his side seemed less important. "Naruto," He whispered, his eyes feeling heavy. He wouldn't go to sleep until Naruto was there, he promised himself. His eyes raked over the area he could see. No matter how sleepy he got, he wouldn't close his eyes.
He'd stayed awake before, he could do it now.
At the sight of Gaara falling and the strange sound that resembled a whisper, Naruto forgot his uncertainty. He rushed over to where Gaara laid, the rain above his head beginning to weigh down his golden locks. Kankurou and Temari stepped out of the way, allowing Naruto to pass between them to their brother. Deep down, they knew that the redhead wanted his friend more than them. Temari, being closest, could even hear Gaara whisper the knuckle-headed ninja's name…
His legs were wobbly and it took him a moment to drop down to his knees beside Gaara, but once Naruto was there he bent down low to come into view of very tired-looking, black-rimmed eyes. "Gaara, let's get you back to the hospital. I'll carry you, okay?" he muttered, just loudly enough to be heard. All sense of anger at the mysterious attacker was forgotten as he saw Gaara's eyes close. With a careful, rain-soaked arm, Naruto flipped the redhead over gently and took him up by the underarms and back of the knees, lifting him bridal style.
Kankurou seemed about to protest, a twisted look on his face, but Temari held out a hand to stop him. She knew. Slowly she walked ahead of the struggling teen, gently tugging Kankurou to follow.
And back to the hospital they returned.
Gaara felt himself being picked up by a warm being; having seen Naruto, he dreamed that the blond was carrying him. Shifting closer to the warmth, burrowing his head into the other's chest, the redhead sighed softly. "Koi," He mumbled into the blonde's chest, his voice muffled and inaudible.
When his body felt a difference, the fact that he was being laid down, he struggled, starting to thrash about frantically. In his dream, the blonde had gotten hit badly, and he was tied up; the dream version of the man that had hurt him was carrying Gaara away, and in his heart he knew that if he was taken away, something bad would happen...
His thrashing slowed and stopped, a whimper once more passing his lips as, in his dream, the man threw him against a wall and reached for his chin, bringing it up slowly. Then, the man turned into his blonde Naruto, and they kissed hungrily...
Gaara's eyes opened slowly, as if he didn't quite want to wake up. He found that, for the moment, he seemed alone, though he could sense the blonde's chakra somewhere nearby. "Naruto..?" He mumbled, looking around the room to find the blond.
Subsequent to laying the thrashing Gaara down on the bed and steadying his limbs, Naruto had helped Tsunade and the head nurse re-patch his wounds, get him some warm, dry clothes, and calm him back into sleep.
Naruto insisted on staying in the room, assuring the Hokage and the other medic-nin that he wasn't injured, merely wanted to stay behind and watch over Gaara. They had agreed, leaving the blonde be.
The kitsune's mind began to wander, and he smiled faintly at remembering how Gaara and clung to him after he had picked him up off the muddy ground. It was an odd thing, this feeling he had; like a dozen eager butterflies which tickled his insides and made him want to do something ridiculous, like never let go of Gaara and keep him close forever. What sort of feeling was that, though? Was it because Gaara knew his past pain and understood him for everything that he was? Was it because the redhead had changed so much since their first battle all those years ago when Shukaku had shown his face? Naruto wasn't sure, how whatever that feeling was it compelled him to stay by the Kazekage's side even during his restless sleep.
After some time, however, Naruto felt his own eyelids droop. It had been a long, exciting day already, and it didn't ameliorate the situation that he was starving (Naruto always was less energetic when he was hungry). He stood from the bedside chair next to Gaara and crossed the room to the door, opening it a crack. As tired as he was, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go home to sleep. What if Gaara woke up and needed him?
The blonde shut the door and glanced back at said patient, and he sighed. There was a curtain drawn between each set of cots, Gaara being the farthest from the door and once again closest to the window. Naruto didn't want to worry the redhead any more than necessary, so he chose the cot nearest the door, two curtains away from Gaara. If he was needed, he could be found. He'll always be there…
Naruto lay down and closed his eyes, his still damp clothes clinging to his skin. Sleep overtook him then, and vaguely a dream of tan lips brushing against pale ones came to mind…
Gaara slowly sat up, cast his gaze around, and saw Naruto. Getting out of bed to make his slow, careful way over to the blonde's cot, Gaara smiled sleepily. Climbing into the bed, careful not to re-open his wounds, he gazed at Naruto. Checking for other chakra signatures and finding no-one else was nearby, he decided to experiment upon the action in his dream. He knew faintly of kisses, as he had seen people kiss before, but he didn't understand much else besides that guys weren't supposed to do it. Slowly lowering his head to the blonde's, he closed his eyes slowly as he let his lips descend against that of the blonde's. Finding the air around him warm, not realizing a faint tint of pink had appeared on his cheeks, Gaara laid down beside the blonde, not understanding the strange warmth that had suddenly appeared inside him. Wrapping his arms around one of Naruto's, Gaara shifted closer, resting his head on Naruto's shoulder as he waited for his shin'yuu to awaken.
Something compelled him to sing, something else he'd taught himself to do while unable to sleep. Looking away from the blond, Gaara parted his lips to use his voice as softly as he could.
"Just a normal day
Streets turn into graves
Traces have been removed
The search was disapproved
So cold the night
The weak ones lose the fight
Too many of them out there
No-one seems to care
Lost and so alone
Born but never known
Left all on their own
Forgotten children
We'll never hear a name
They carry all the blame
Too young to break the chains
Forgotten children
They see, they feel, believe
Just like we do
They're laughing, and crying
Wanna live here
Like me and you
Eyes without light
Too tired of good-byes
Never felt embraced
And frightened of every face
A life in disguise
Hope forever died
Lost and so alone
Born but never known
Left all on their own
Forgotten children
We'll never hear a name
They carry all the blame
Too young to break the chains
Forgotten children
They see, they feel, believe
Just like we do
They're laughing and crying
Wanna live here
Like me and you
It shouldn't really be that way
It shouldn't really be that way
We see, we feel, believe
Just like you
We're laughing and crying
Wanna live here
We see, we feel, believe
Just like you
We're laughing and crying
Wanna live here
Just like you."
His singing voice was smooth and melodic, unlike the somewhat rough, monotonous sounds that often escaped him.
Gaara pressed his head a bit harder into the blonde's shoulder, not having noticed, even when he had kissed him, whether the blond was awake yet. All he knew was that when he'd started to close his eyes, the blond hadn't been awake. Reflecting, he realized that he should have made sure Naruto was asleep before he'd gotten too comfortable.
Cobalt blue eyes fluttered open when cool breath grazed his face and he realized that Gaara was hovering above him, eyes closed. Heat rose to his face when he figured out that maybe that dream wasn't as much of a dream as he had thought. But why would Gaara…? Unless…
The blonde blinks once or twice as he feels the redhead shift his weight and lay his head on his shoulder. The contact, despite how close they'd gotten, was strange… Naruto never thought Gaara would do something like this. And what he did next was even less expected: he began to sing.
Naruto didn't move and merely listened, the poetic, regal sound of Gaara's voice making that nervous butterfly feeling in him intensify. His black and orange jacket had been split open to reveal the necklace and mesh underneath since it was more comfortable to sleep without something zipped all the way up to the top of your neck. But because of this change, some of Gaara's crimson locks spilled forth on his collar bone, tickling him. He swallowed hard, not sure what other feelings were beginning to bubble up inside of him.
Gaara's singing came to an end, and Naruto wondered if he should say anything. In the end, being the sort of person he is, the blonde did say something; and it was the first thing that came to mind, naturally. "You have a nice singing voice."
Gaara tensed when Naruto spoke, but nodded softly. "...Thanks." The redhead blushed again, not sure if the blonde had woken up when the redhead had kissed him.
Shifting his gaze so that he looked at Naruto's face, his breath puffed onto the blonde's neck. "Did I wake you?" The hidden meaning in his voice could only be recognized if, in fact, Naruto had realized what Gaara did. The subtext, hard to read, sounded apologetic. 'I won't do it again if you don't want me to,' the hidden, unspoken words said. 'Please don't hate me.'
Gaara withdrew his arms, instead moving Naruto's so that, while he was wrapping his own arms around Naruto's waist, Naruto's arm was around his shoulders. Pressed so closely to Naruto now that one of his legs were now twined about one of the blonde's, Gaara closed his eyes. Ever since he had been attacked, Gaara seemed on edge when he did anything that could possibly upset Naruto, and always apologized immediately, no matter what. He was starting to get past what had happened, however, so the apologies came fewer, now only when it was necessary.
He felt that now, it was necessary.
Even if he didn't feel sorry at all.
"Er..." Naruto began, sensing Gaara's hidden meaning in his words. A tingling shudder ran down his spine at the gust of breath that sprouted from Gaara's lips and grazed his neck, and he tried to suppress the extra heat which was making it's way across his cheeks. His ears were already burning, he knew; as to why, exactly, the blonde wasn't sure. "It's okay, I needed to wake up anyway." He pauses, bringing a reassuring hand up to rub Gaara's shoulder. "How are you feeling?" he asks, mostly meaning Gaara's wounds. He was almost nervous that the Kazekage would take that question the wrong way, although he shows no sign of this.
Concern was laced between every word of that simple question, because it's the only emotion, it seems, that Naruto has been feeling for Gaara lately that wasn't embarrassing. The kitsune got a strange impression that Gaara was also having mixed emotions as of late, some of which the redhead probably couldn't wrap his mind around. The blonde could identify with this, and recognized some of the other subtle emotions that Gaara was giving off.
Prior to Gaara's answer on how his wounds were faring, Naruto adds, "He's still wrong, by the way. Nothing you do could ever make me hold unkind feelings towards you."
Gaara's eyes widened slightly as he met Naruto's eyes.
"'M alright," He mumbled, staring at Naruto. Lowering his eyes, a confused expression on his face as he felt a fluttery, jittery feeling, and another emotion akin to bloodlust.
Gaara knew Naruto understood his words, and had, in fact, noticed the kiss. Gaara attempted a small smile. "Good... because I want to do it again." He said the last ever so softly before pressing his lips to Naruto's neck, tracing a line of soft kisses to the blonde's jaw. His eyes were closed, and he opened them only to put himself in a position where he could kiss Naruto again. He let his lips touch Naruto's once more, and then licked Naruto's bottom lip; he felt a strange, hardening sensation somewhere beneath his belly, and he blushed into the kiss as he was sure Naruto could tell- they were so very close, after all.
For a brief moment Naruto's mind couldn't process the words 'want to do it again'. And before those words could even have time to settle in his mind, he was taking in a sharp breath as a line of gentle warmth trailed along his jaw. Whatever heat he had tried to keep from his face came flowing all at once, and he was sure Gaara could feel the blush under his lips.
The redhead was moving again, attepting to adjust where he lay so that he could reach Naruto's face. The blonde closed his eyes and shuddered slightly at the hot, wet tongue that touched his lower lip. What's Gaara doing? he asks himself. And... why am I letting him? I thought I only liked Sakura this way. But perhaps...
Naruto was more than confused, but he hardly cared. Still being weary of Gaara's wounds, he brought a hand up to hold Gaara to him, feeling a warm cheek (mostly likely flushing) brush against his own. Without hesitation he parted his lips and dared to kiss Gaara back, part of him thankful that the redhead had started all of this. If he had started it, he probably would have been pushed away. You could never tell these things with Gaara.
Cocking his head slightly, Naruto turned to lick the back of his shin'yuu's jaw below his ear. A tiny shiver was felt under the blonde's hands on Gaara's back, and he relished at the thought of making such a reaction come to his normally unreachable friend. Though that wasn't quite true; Gaara has shown a lot more emotion and reaction in the past few days, and the blonde liked that very much.
The butterflies from before turned into ravage dragonflies, tormenting the kitsune from within. Something was growing and stiffening, although he hardly cared what it was. All that mattered was the closeness of he and the ex-Jinchuuriki, their kisses, and the words forming in the back of his throat, however frozen they may stay. I think... aishiteru, Gaara.
Gaara moaned softly as Naruto kissed him back; the stabs of... whatever that emotion was... in his belly intensified, and as he kissed Naruto, he rolled so that he was completely on top of the blonde. His eyes half-lidded with lust, Gaara pulled away for air, licking the shell of Naruto's ear before taking it into his mouth, nibbling softly. Getting his breath back, he kissed his way back to Naruto's mouth, and accidentally pushed his hips against Naruto, and moaned at the rub of friction, his flush darkening. Crushing Naruto's lips with his own, Gaara's shows of affection became fevered and frantic.
Licking Naruto's lip again, accompanied by a light nibble, Gaara pushed his tongue into the other's mouth, beginning to explore Naruto's mouth before flicking the blond's tongue with his own, trying to build the passion the two were sharing. He slipped his hands under the blonde's lower back, holding him ever closer.
His earlier realization came back to him;
Aishiteru! his mind screamed. I love you-!
He was brought out of his thoughts when he tried to get the blond to react even more to his not-so-gentle affection.
He's never felt this way before.
Naruto had never known such a want - such a need - for another person's touch. Cobalt eyes turned darker with a steadily blazing passion, filled with so much need...Why did Gaara do this to him? The nibbles, the wet kisses... it was feeding and helping fuel his inner demon, and no, not the Kyuubi, but his new revelation of what he thinks might be love. And something else was there, something that currently made him tense and moan into Gaara's mouth when their hips rubbed past one another briefly.
Being careful not to rough up the redhead too much, Naruto shifted his weight so that he was beside and hovering slightly above Gaara. He noticed that his breathing was speeding up, though he hardly thought it mattered. Leaning down with gentle precision, Naruto pealed apart Gaara's topmost clothing and instinctively nuzzled the pale skin of his throat with his nose. Trailing down from the Kazekage's neck, Naruto opened his mouth and licked timidly at one of the pale pink nipples he found on Gaara's toned chest.
Gaara gasped at the warmth at the hollow of his throat, followed by a low, seductive moan when Naruto licked him. He felt so.. so strange... Gaara pulled Naruto's head back up, and crushed the kitsune's lips against his once more. This time he meant to as he bucked against Naruto, bringing them to rub against eachother, even though it was through clothing. Hurriedly stripping the blond of his jacket and his mesh shirt, the redhead allowed his long fingers to explore the tanned expanse of skin. Trailing a line of kisses down to one of Naruto's pebbled nipples, as the blond himself had done, Gaara licked it and took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Tweaking the other softly, he kissed his way to the blonde's navel, dipping his tongue inside in a seductive manner as he fumbled with the laces to the blonde's pants, his eyes even darker with lust as he finally tore off the black garment. Letting himself up a bit, his hand trailed down just past the kitsune's navel, onto that bit of skin before the few hairs visible above Naruto's boxers. His breathing was quickened as he felt up the blonde, kissing him yet again.
Naruto liked the sound that erupted from Gaara's lips, and he wasn't sure why. He was a little shocked by the forceful kiss and the gesture of being turned over onto his back on the hospital cot yet again. Gaara's pale fingers worked fast and nimble as they removed his two layers of clothing and scaled up his chest, a strange sensation building up in his boxers at the contact. And it kept building as Gaara made him squirm and moan softly with the way he touched his nipples and worked his way down to his pants…
For a guy who doesn't know what he's doing, the kitsune thought dully, He's doing a good job.
Being as subtle as he could be, Naruto helped Gaara slip his pants off, the orange fabric being kicked to the tiled floor carelessly. Less subtly, the blonde reaches up and yanks Gaara's own pants down to his knees, causing the most beautiful flustered expression to cross the redhead's face. Propping himself up on his elbows and ignoring the oddly stiff lump he saw between his own legs, Naruto murmurs, "Something wrong, Gaara?"
Gaara shook his head, kicking his pants off the rest of the way, and removing his shirt (Which had been hanging off one shoulder). He reached down and pulled Naruto's boxers down, blushing at the sight, before leaning down and kissing Naruto, trailing the soft brushes of lips against skin down to the part of Naruto that he'd just exposed to the air; licking him, and then taking the blond into his mouth, Gaara sucked softly. He took more of the blond into his mouth until his nose rested comfortably in the hair framing the blonde's manhood, resting his hands lightly on the other's thighs. His panda-like eyes were closed, his blush growing, and he felt himself grow even harder with need. Licking the vein in the other's significant length, even as he sucked on it, Gaara was determined to pleasure the blonde. He'd watched quite a few pornographies when his brother and sister had left (Kankurou kept quite a few of them in his room, and not all of them were girl/girl or girl/boy). Letting a hand reach lower, he cupped and then fondled the blonde.
Only one word came to Naruto's mind: ecstasy.
Naruto sucked in air sharply between his teeth when cold air reached his recently exposed lower self, but nothing compared to the odd noise (which resembled both a squeak and a moan) he made when pale lips connected with his sensitive area. He felt his back arch off the bed the moment those lips parted to let a tongue come out or to take him completely in.
The kitsune wanted to say something, but all that ended coming out was: "Nnnhhg…"
The way Gaara was messing with him with his hands and mouth, Naruto couldn't tell what was going on anymore except for the stars that flew around the corner of his vision and the welcomed sweat that was beginning to form. The room was starting to feel so warm, so very warm…
He knew he was flushing profusely and getting stiffer, probably threatening to explode of Gaara kept this up much longer. Almost regretfully, Naruto reached down to cup Gaara's chin in his hands, pulling the redhead's face up. He smiled crookedly, his eyes half-lidded. "Your turn…" was all he said before toppling (although not too roughly, still remembering the wound in Gaara's side) his new lover and pinning him down. He tossed Gaara's own underwear down to the floor and pried his legs apart, flashing the nervous redhead a foxy grin before diving in to the tender spot between those milky-colored legs.
Naruto noticed when he gripped the base of Gaara's length that there was a lot less pubic hair than his own, which made sense in an odd way (after all, Gaara had no eyebrows). With a combination of his instincts and hormones kicking into high gear, Naruto lapped and sucked away at the redhead, enjoying the noises which sprouted from the Kazekage's lips. With a gentle nibble of his fox-like teeth, Naruto picked at the bulge below Gaara's manhood before coming back up to the tip and sticking it again in his mouth.
He wasn't sure if it was safe, considering the condition the boy in front of his was, but Naruto wanted to do more than simply a blow job. He wanted to give himself completely to Gaara for reasons he couldn't comprehend. He didn't want to play games; he wanted all or nothing.
And somehow that seemed right; they were two very alike people and deserved one another.
Gaara almost shouted when Naruto took the redhead into his mouth. "Ngh!" Unused to such pleasure, The redhead moaned again when Naruto started to lap and suck at him; when the blond pulled away to nibble at him, Gaara grabbed his friend's-- no, more than that-- blond locks, pulling harshly on them as his friend continued to suck. However, soon he let go, and pushed the blonde back, moving forward to bite the kitsune gently, but hard enough to draw blood, Gaara lapped the crimson up delicately.
Confusion reigned on his face for a moment as he tried to remember what the porn actors had done-- oh, yeah. That. shoving his hand in Naruto's face, he extended three of his digits, feeling that he didn't even have to utter the command that was so visibly transmitted through body language. He said it anyway, a harsh, lusty "Suck," breathed in Naruto's ear. Before the blond could reply, he smiled softly. "Please." He didn't say anything else, afraid words would break the spell of the moment, and that he might wake up to find it a dream.
Gaara's sand, on the ground, unnoticed, was starting to rustle softly, as if pleased at the actions being performed, and that the redhead had found someone.
The blonde tried to remember why he needed to suck Gaara's fingers. Then it hit him…
"Oh," he breathes out, comprehending the situation. He takes those thin, pale fingers into his mouth and coats them as thoroughly as he can, a trail of saliva linking his lips to Gaara's fingertips for a moment as he pulls them away. He leans back into the bed once again, closing his eyes shut as he braced himself…
Gaara lowered his hand and placed a single finger into the blonde's entrance, waiting for a bit as the ring of muscles clamped down, allowing the blond to get used to it before thrusting his finger in and out, curling it slightly as he did so. He added another finger before too long, scissoring them to stretch his lover, and a third to make sure that it wouldn't be as painful for the blond. After a few moments, he removed his fingers, and positioned himself above the blond, placing himself at the kitsune's entrance. Leaning forward to kiss the other, he placed his hands on the blonde's shoulders, and pushed his way in slowly until he was buried in his new lover to the hilt. "Ngghh..." The sweet heat of his blond around him, the pressure from all sides--
Careful to let the other get used to it, the redhead started thrusting softly, gently. He didn't dare go very fast, for he was afraid that thrusting too hard like that would either hurt the kitsune, or reopen his own wounds. The ecstatic feeling that was building in him grew, an undeniable link being forged; and a few feet away, unbeknowst to either, the sand formed a heart, and inside it were the words...
Aishiteru, mai Naruto. I love you, my Naruto.
Naruto's never done anything like this in the past. Never really thought he would get this far, seeing as how – in everyone else's eyes – he was either a monster, a dobe, a friend, or a knuckle-headed ninja. He never would have expected that someone would show him this amount of love on this pleasurable of a level. The sensation of being desired by someone was rippling throughout his whole body, sending shuddering waves up his spine as he arched his back off the bed. The blonde wasn't entirely positive what words or sounds were coming out of his mouth; he was too concentrated on the collection of nerves that were being sweetly reached with every thrust into him by the redhead. Again stars blinked across his vision, but he wasn't even sure if they were behind his lids or if he was seeing the ceiling. Night had fallen just barely over Konoha, making the hospital room cloaked in dull blues and purples, which seemed to fit the mood.
"G-Gaa-ra…" he panted, his face and stomach on alive with an intense fire like Kyuubi's chakra, only much more soothing. The Kazekage covered his mouth gently and stopped him from talking, as if to say, 'don't ruin it, now'.
As if he could ruin a moment like this.
It wasn't before long that an eruption coursed through the blonde's entrance, earning a gasping moan as he, too, seemed to explode. Shimmering white began to stream down the two lover's legs, though they hardly cared.
They were bonding together as one heart, one person, and one soul… and nothing was going to get in the way.
Gaara, happy, feeling cherished, and unbelievably tired, didn't pull out of his kitsune just yet; instead, he simply laid on him comfortably, urging a bit of sand to pull the sheets up around them. "Aishiteru," he breathed. "Naruto-kun." His black-rimmed eyes began to flutter shut, his arms around the other. Allowing himself to stay awake, his eyes to fight to stay open for the other's response.
Feeling slightly childish, he smirked mentally, but was shocked when he felt another's emotions. Delight, ecstasy, the feeling of being desired- Like his own, yes, but the emotions had different reasons behind them. Sitting up somewhat, he stared into Naruto's eyes, an unreadable expression on his face. He imagined he could even hear his blond say something, though his lips didn't move.
Naruto? He thought, feeling silly. Can you hear me?
What he didn't know was that the Kyuubi had worked a bit of 'magic'. Since the redhead had once held Shukaku, he was sensitive to the work of Bijuu; so, to frustrate them and bring them closer, the Kyuubi had, in the throes of passion, reached out and forged an emotional/mental link between the two.
How appropriate it was, even if they didn't know it yet.
Naruto was taken aback by Gaara's confession. He knew you could have sex with someone and not love them; it happened all the time. People had sex for just the enjoyment of it, or out of the heat of the moment (usually after some alcohol was slugged down), or out of sheer lust, but Gaara… Gaara truly loved him. He had just said it plainly for Naruto to hear.
He blinked his blues eyes once, watching as the redhead turned his head to peer up at him. Inwardly, the blonde wanted to confirm his earlier revelation and admit that he, too, was in love with Gaara; but the words never came out his lips. Never before had anyone said that they loved him… and he knew that no one has ever said the same to the teen laying on top of him.
After some time, the blonde mustered up the courage to speak, tears stinging in his eyes for reasons unknown. "I… Gaara, aishiteru." He says softly, his arms coming to press the redhead to his chest. He held him close and dear, wondering why he was crying when he was so much in bliss. Aside from the sex, of 'course; other things, like two simple words, could make him blissful. "Daidun aishiteru!" I love you greatly. He placed a tender kiss on Gaara's forehead, right upon the character of what he felt. A moment later, while listening to Gaara's breathing while he held said redhead, Naruto murmured, "Now let's sleep…"
As for Kyuubi; well, what he had done would be realized the following morning. For now, the two lovers lay intertwined, falling into a dreamless slumber.
Rianne: Woot! THE SMUT BEGINS! xD (I have faaarrrr too dirty a mind to be trusted. And I stole that line from Ari xD)
Arianna: THEIF! Haha, just kidding. But year, I said that on the phone to her the other day. :P
Anywho, hope you perverts liked teh smut and will keep reading! Lots has yet to happen! I would know, I'm one of the RP-ers for this. ( ;D obviously...)