WARNING: If I wrote it, it's gonna be some boyboy mature love and some language.
Chapter 3 (Sasuke's POV)
It shouldn't be that strange for me to hear him say that. Isn't that what people say to each other when they've been in a relationship for as long as Gaara and I have? But that was exactly it… it was Gaara saying. I recalled countless of times where I was seriously debating wether to tell him that I loved him (I, of course, loved someone more, because I could never let that person go but…) but I never would tell him.
"Are you sick?" I asked, too quickly for him I could tell. His face had a sign of pure shock on it but I wasn't kidding at all.
Gaara looked really pissed off. I blinked. I really wasn't kidding. "Sasuke, if you're just going to make fun of me then I change my mind." He pulled away and removed himself from my side completely.
"I'm not joking around!" I leaned up and looked at him. "You're not one to say such things…" I turned my attention to my hands that were now in my lap. My head was spinning. Gaara and I had had our undercover relationship for a while. I have to admit, he's nicer to me when no one was around… obviously, but, he would never say he loved ANYONE.
"Kekun," He never called me that either. Unless, he wronged me, because I fell for that nickname. I felt his hands on my face and I was being made to look into his piercing eyes. He smiled in his little Gaara way (a half crooked smile that seemed almost painful) and I smiled back. I lightly reached up and touched the 'love' on his forehead as he pulled my hair out of my face so he could see me. "I really do love you."
I smiled and shook my head. "You are insane, Rakun."
He laughed, "I know." He leaned into me and kissed me. I kissed him back and pushed myself into my place in his lap. I straddled him and I know he didn't mind.
"How did we get this far?" I asked him softly after the kiss. He grabbed my hands and they rested in his lap and we just sat there in silence; foreheads touching and hair covering our shy faces. "Hm?" I finally sounded after a couple minutes of this.
"I don't know…" He whispered back.
"What would mommy think?" I teased him gently.
"Mommy would deny having a young son," He grinned and nipped at my bottom lip.
I laughed and fought him back with my mouth. I returned the nips with pulls and tugs on his bottom lip and he pushed me into a kiss and I fell backwards on the bed. He pulled away and grinned, pushing my legs up in the air. "Hey!" I laughed uncontrollably.
"It wouldn't be rape… you'd enjoy it too much."
"Gakunnnn!" I laughed and forced my legs back on the bed. He leaned over me and kissed me again before whispering,
"Put some clothes on. We're going out." I looked at him wide-eyed as he pulled away and off of the bed. He scavenged the room for new clothes.
"Wait…" I shot myself up and looked at him. "What?!"
"I'm gonna take you out, it's time we did something outside of this fucking room." Gaara never ceased to amaze me. He dressed with such elegance and spoke so smoothly. It was great being with him, really, but Miyavi. A blast from the past… a very attractive blast from the past.
I finally stood and walked over to a place beside Gaara and found my own clothes. I dressed and entered the bathroom to spruce myself up for public eye. I was excited. Miyavi was amazing. No… Gaara. Dammit. This is insane. Where the hell did I get off getting drunk with an old crush? I am such an idiot sometimes.
After I made myself pleasant enough for people (hair, clean face, etc.) I returned to our room to find Gaara gone. "Gaakun?" I looked around. He wasn't there. I walked into the hallway. "Gaakun!" I called. I called again, louder: "Gaara!" No answer. "Bastard! I knew he was kidding!" I rushed down the steps and there he was. "Why didn't you…" I stopped. In his hands was a random ribbon. I looked at it and then looked at his grinning face. "What's that for?" I asked.
He held it out to me, "Tie it on my wrist good and tight." I froze completely. What was he thinking? He was going to be out in PUBLIC wearing a RAINBOW ribbon with ME. Everyone in Konoha knew I was gay. I was the homosexual whore of Konoha. That was my new reputation. Not that I minded, I mean, that's how I got with Gaara and it must have been how I saw Miyavi again.
"Gaara, you don't have to do that." I told him.
"Tie it."
I sighed and took the ribbon, tying it like he wanted it: good and tight. "Are you sure?" He looked at me. Just looked at me. I looked away. "Nevermind." He then grabbed my hand and walked out of the door. I followed him. He would let go of my hand like he always did… NOW. No. He still had it. I looked down at our hands. Okay… NOW! Damn. He still had it. He was going to kill me. I let go. He stopped and turned to me.
"Am I no longer your boyfriend?" He asked in a normal voice. We were out in the street now and I looked around. People had heard him. People were watching. Was this a morbid test of his? I shrugged. "Hold my hand." He took my hand again and started walking. "Are you hungry?" He asked me.
"A little." I nodded.
We walked farther. I watched as the people staring at him. I didn't want him getting his own reputation because of me. He would end up hating ME for it. Like always. Everything was my fault. But. Maybe that was Gaara. I shook my head and looked back to where we were going, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.
Then. I got the eye contact from the one person I had been wanting to avoid it from: Miyavi.
He was talking to a girl. He was FLIRTING with a GIRL. He looked away from me and then to the girl, whispering something, then looking back to me. He was trying to make me jealous. Stop. I looked at Gaara. "Ramen?" I shrugged. Shit. No. Miyavi was…
"Miyavi."
"Gaara."
We walked right passed him. Once we entered the little ramen hut we sat down at the counter. He still had my hand and he sat, facing me. "Here, you order for us, I'll be right back." He leaned in and kissed me. I blinked and froze completely as he walked off to the outside of the ramen hut.
When I gained control of myself, I ordered to bowls for us. Original for him, spicy for me. I felt a hand on my back as I was finally relaxing and when I turned around to see who it was my lips were being touched, opened, intruded by someone else's mouth. Their hand went to my cheek and held me in the kiss. When they pulled away. I looked at them. "Miyavi, you're going to get me killed!"
"Itachi said you were old enough, and I know I'm not the only one who wants us," He smiled at me. I blushed completely, I know I was.
This was bad…