Aoi: NOTE- the remainder of this story until the end will be Sasuke's point of view. After this chapter I won't be saying who's POV it is, so, know it's Sasuke. Thanks and sorry for the wait.

WARNING;; language & strong sexual scenes close to the end

Chapter 5

It was 10:45 and Gaara was still awake. "Aren't you tired, Gaakun?" I looked at him. He was sittingon our bed reading some extremely boring book. I crawled off the bed and onto my feet. He didn't answer so I started to change.

"Where are you going at 10:40, Sasuke?" I ignored him. If he wasn't going to answer my quesion, I sure as hell wasn't going his. "Sasuke?"

"What?" I pulled on a black sweater and turned around to face him.

"Where are you going so late?" He asked again. I rolled my eyes and went to the bathroom to check my eyes. Being, now, openly gay finally gave me an excuse to accentuate my eyes like some girls did. Inside, I was a little girl with a drawer full of her mommy's makeup and an assload of cash to refill it.

"Fine, if you get raped, I'm not caring." I reapplied the deep purple shadow on my eye and grinned. He would care. Alot. He would care more than I would if someone else touched me. Scatch that, if someone else even SAW me. I darkened the line underneath my eye before stepping back to examine myself one last time.

I walked back in the bedroom and over to the bed. "I'll be back later. I need a walk." I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Don't wait up."

Gaara shook his head, beginning to read again. I left the house and started making my way to the Konoha gates. He was probably there already. It was five til and I would be right on time.

My stomach was in a giant knot. Every emotion going through my heart was arguing with every sane thought in my head. Miyavi. Aoi-Ichiro Miyavi. Amikun. No. No 'kun'. He is too 'wow' to have a title. The god of my heart since I was young. You like when my parents were alive. He was their from the beginning. Gone like the others. But. Itachi couldn't kill Ami. No one could. He was too nice. Too sneaky and nice. Too amazing. But that was just my opinion.

I doubt Ami was as perfect as I thought. First loves are always exaggerated. Skewed to perfection. Well, statistically speaking. Only a few really were that great. Which is why a lot of people hate themselves for letting those people go. Ami used to be sweet, mellow, and caring. Now he seems to be a tease, sneaky, and seductive. Not that I minded. But. He was different.

I finally reached the gate and I pushed on it slowly and slipped out a small crack I made. There was a rustle behind me and then someone covered my mouth and grabbed their hand and struggled to pull it off. This person was strong and warm. Such a contrast to the weather around. When I finally pulled the hand off my mouth, I screamed, "Get the fuck off me!" Obviously. I pushed with all my might and finally got away.

"You sure have gotten stronger." I turned to see a man a little taller than me in a light gray tank top and baggy jeans that revealed a pair of red boxers. His bleached hair showed visibly in the light while his eyes looked a dimmer green than before, an olive green. He skin tone looked perfect with the colour of his shirt. The moonlight hit that skin magically and a shiver shot up my spine. Ami. "I finally get you sober and alone and you're going to stare?" He grinned and placed a slender hand on his boney hip.

I lunged forward at him and shot my arms up and wrapped them around his neck. He stepped forward and caught me, twirling me around. "I can't believe I missed last night." I said softly. I wanted to be in that moment. Whatever might have happened. At least this wouldn't feel like the first time touching him.

"You're boyfriend would kill me if you knew what happened." He reached down and cupped my bottom when I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands were soft. Not boney like they seemed.

I leaned my upper body back to look at him. I was confused. "I thought you said we didn't have sex." I looked into his eyes for the answer. I didn't care if he even said anything. I just wanted to know what happened.

"Well, we didn't." He pushed me up against the Konoha wall and grinned right in my face. "You kissed me alot though." He rubbed our noses together and I pulled him closer to me.

"I kissed you?" I questioned. I knew this was highly possible.

"Lots." He moved his head back to look into my eyes. "And you made me do..." He looked down to my groin and then back into my eyes, continuing, "something." He grinned.

He was playing with me at this point. He didn't have to tell me what happened. I knew he was lying. I could read liars. He was sincere. Just scarily pleased. No, not scary. I was pleased too. If he really did that. I doubt I minded one bit. I probably really enjoyed it and mouth raped him. I was known to be forward like that. "Did I like it?" I played right back. Grin and all.

"I hope so." He smiled and chuckled at this. "I put my heart into pleasing you."

I smiled and turned my head up to the stars, eyes closed, before looking back at him. "I don't know. You might have to try again. I don't remember."

He laughed. "Oh really?" He shook his head. "That's a little unfair don't you think? What do I get?" He gave me a questioning look. "Hm?" That grin appeared again. He was irresistable. I don't think he had ever been turned down.

I smiled. "My moans." I touched my nose up to his like he did before.

"Mmm. That sounds wonderful." He closed his eyes, still grinning. Probably remembering last nights events. My pants were getting tighter and the air was still cool around us. He opened his eyes and looked down at our groins tight up against each other. "Excited?"

"I wouldn't talk." He laughed at me comeback. He laughed at all my jokes when I was younger. No matter how lame they were. I even remember when I was younger, when I first found out what a blowjob was. He was there. He told me you save that opportunity for someone you truly care about and who truly cares about you back. I asked him if I could give him one. He laughed and said 'it is way too big for your mouth'.

I loved when he told me things like that. It always gave me something to look forward to when I was older. Now. I was ready for it. So so ready.

"But, Gaara once again would kill me." That name. "He wouldn't like me touching you illegally when you're sober." Gaakun. Oh shit, Gaakun. My boyfriend since I was fifteen. He would be so heartbroken. He couldn't even understand first loves because I'm his first love. Ami. I've waited for this moment all of my life. I couldn't even think about seeing anyone else going down on me. That's when I met Gaara and I gave in. After one month of being with him, I let him have me. Every single inch of me. I gave that to him. He took. Devoured it. And... and I liked it.

But Ami. He let me down and I stood up against the wall. I closed my eyes. "Sasuke? Are you okay?" I felt his hands on me. One hand caressing my cheek and the other hand on my waist. I was so calm but so confused. So torn. Gaara. I gave him everything special and I loved him for everything. But Ami. In the back of my mind, he's always been there. And there he was. Right in front of me and holding me. Asking if I was okay. "Sasuke...?"

I slowly opened my eyes. I didn't know what to say. I nodded. He smiled and slowly inched in. I felt his face grow closer to mine. The hand once touching my cheek had made its way to my chin and he had me locked for a kiss. I couldn't move. Couldn't turn away. I wanted it. But Gaara.

Our faces inched together. His lips brushed mine. I heard a faint sound like wood rubbing together. So close now. There was no turning back. I was finally getting my long awaited kiss.

"...Sasukun?"

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