Please, no body hate me. Life is hecktic and I just fail as a writer.

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Just a little heads up, this chapter is all about, well, nothing but almost lovin's really. If you're looking for anything else, I have pretty much failed you. I know after a year or so you'd want more than this, but this is all I got. And it's right on track with my outline for this story so... Why did it take so long to write? Because I fail. Ha. The M rating will be earned in this chapter...

Unbeta'd. Please forgive me. Haha!

Chapter Twelve

Gaara

"I don't understand why." Naruto glanced over at me as he set the bottle of orange juice on the counter. I rolled my eyes and turned away. As my birthday drew closer and closer this argument seemed to be popping up every few hours. I heaved a sigh and took a step towards the living room. Strong arms pulled me back and, despite my anger, my heart leapt with excitement. I swallowed the urge to growl as even that irritated me. A strong nose nuzzled my ear and I fought the shudder that wanted to roll down my back. "Talk to me, babe." My knees came together as my legs went weak from the sensation of his warm breath washing over my skin. I spun around in the muscular arms that had wrapped around my rib cage, the lowest point on my body my blonds arms could rest comfortably while we were standing.

The smug look on his face told me that he knew exactly what he was doing to my body. "Let me go." I smiled sweetly and extracted myself from his arms, nearly laughing at his dumbfounded expression. Over the few weeks we'd grown as a couple I hadn't lost that giddy virgin school girl feeling from his touch, but I was finding ways to not lose myself completely while arguing with him. Unfortunately, it always involved me removing myself from his reach. "Just because I don't want to."

He smirked and leaned back on the counter. "That's not exactly a reason."

I snorted. "Yes it is."

He lifted his glass and took a drink, unaware how erotic his throat looked to me at that moment. I was still staring as he set the glass back down, lost in a fantasy of biting and licking that tanned neck and the sounds that would escape from him as I did so. "Gaara?"

I shook myself awake. "Hm?"

"I said, if you give me a good reason, I will drop the subject completely." He smiled, drawing me into his arms once more. "You'll never hear me mention it again." His lips brushed my cheek, rubbing his nose against mine, my heart jumping, my throat wanting to let loose a gasp from the tone of his voice. I was putty in his strong, capable hands. And apparently it was an ill-kept secret judging by the grin on his face.

"I'm scared." I murmured, unable to stop myself.

"Of what?" His breath whispered over my skin and my arms exploded in goose bumps.

"I don't know. I just know that I'm scared." My eyelids fluttered, willing him to kiss me. He seemed in tune to my thoughts, for as soon as it ran through my mind, he captured my lips and thoughts ceased to be. I opened my mouth to his tongue answered the call immediately. Wasn't I angry a moment ago? I thought briefly before my mind went blank again. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck and I turned my head, wrapping my arms around his neck, letting him lift me into his arms, my body giving a small spasm as I felt his shoulders flex as he did so. "Naruto." I gasped.

"Gaara." He moaned in answer to my call, laying me down on my bed, making me wonder briefly how he'd gotten us into my room so fast. The bed made no sound as we moved across it, save for the gentle rustling of the comforter against the sheets and our skin. A deep growl sounded from Naruto's throat, making my body react instantly. How he could make me react like that with such odd sounds worried me a bit, but I didn't have time to think. I didn't want to think at all. A strong, warm hand had mine captured above my head. My body arched against the other roaming across my body. I heard a soft moan escape my lips and blushed, instantly embarrassed. I used to use sex as a way to earn a living and here he was making me make sounds like a virgin.

He grinned down at me, his blue eyes dancing, before capturing my lips again. I quivered. His tongue invaded my mouth, warming every inch that he could reach with the slick muscle, effectively turning mine into putty. I bit down softly on the maddening pink muscle, earning a groan of pure bliss. He pulled away, biting my bottom lip on the way. I licked the 'wound' and watched his eyes follow my tongue. I laughed lightly, amused at how easy it was to make that dumb-founded but agonizingly adorable look appear on his face.

He began to pull away. I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Where do you think you're going?" I growled, glaring at the object of my desire.

He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. "Gaara, we've been through this." He sat up, pretty much overruling the strength of my legs and pulling me into an odd pose, forgetting that he was the one who had put us here in the first place. I tore my legs away from him and sat up as well. He watched me carefully, eyes gliding down my body. I smirked. "Don't tempt me."

"Because you'll give in?"

"Yes." Excitement ran through me. "And I'd hate myself for it." I felt my smirk drop as I was filled with hurt. That stung quite a bit. "I'd feel like I bullied you into it."

"Bully me into it?" I shot him a look. "That makes complete sense."

He pulled me back into his arms, brushing a hand across my face. "Don't look at me like that." He whispered. My hands wove into golden hair and yanked him down, my mouth latching onto his, tongue invading his mouth. Blue eyes went wide at my sudden aggression, making me smile, willing the blond to touch me with his fingertips once more.

He answered with an almost possessive touch that made me blossom under him, sounds I had never made escaping my mouth so softly. "Oh god, Gaara." He moaned as his hands lifted my shirt and his mouth found my nipple, making me writhe under his touch. My hands flitted about, unable to find a place to lie still. My hips ground up against him, seeking relief from the pressure building in my pants. A strong, long fingered hand reached down the stroke me through the fabric.

"Naruto… Oh, please, please touch me." I begged without shame, lifting my leg to rub against the large cock I felt straining against his jeans. His fingers tore the zipper of my pants down and ripped the button open while his mouth ravaged mine once more, swallowing every moan I had to offer, giving me his to absorb. His fingers danced on the hem of my boxers, my hips bucking to encourage the movement. Time slowed as his fingers finally slipped down the elastic inching to the place I ached with all my being for him to touch.

"Papa? Gaawa? Where is you?" We froze, his hand centimeters from my hardened member, a moan locked in my throat, a blush staining my face. In an instant we were up off the bed, pulling clothes back to their rightful places, buttoning pants and hands running through hair as I finally emerged from behind the closed door, my body completely composed. I smiled as I caught sight of the cubby little hands rubbing tired eyes from his papa's bedroom. I walked over and scooped him up. He nuzzled my chest affectionately.

"How was your nap?" I asked placing him on the floor in the living room in front of his toy chest.

He looked up at me with is big chocolate eyes, traces of sleep still gathered in the corners. "Ma- Gaawa. I is too ol' for naps now." He stated.

I felt a smile tug my lips but held my face in a serious expression. "Oh? When did you decide that?"

He tugged on the ear of a stuffed Dumbo. "Yeserday. I is a big boy now. I no need naps."

His speech still tugged on my heart as he said the words. "Alright. But you know, I still take naps."

His cubby little fingers released the ear he was holding onto and the toy fell to the floor. "Weally?"

"Oh yes. Did you know naps make you bigger and stronger? They also help you become smarter." He looked down at his lap and seemed to digest this.

"Bigger den papa?" He asked, climbing onto my lap.

I swallowed my laughter. "Yes. Much bigger."

"Yup. Set your standards high, baby boy. I'm essentially a mountain of awesome." Naruto yawned out, finally making an appearance, looking very flustered which made me grin. Blue eyes locked onto mine before a grin spread out, making my heart pound in response. He walked over to the two of us, a strong warm hand pressing gently into the small of my back while the other ruffled his child's hair playfully. The three year old jabbered away without a care, nestling further into my arms. My breath caught at the sight I knew we must be. It warmed my heart. I made my spirit lift. I couldn't even begin to put into words what I was feeling.

"Go?" The three year old suddenly asked with a huge smile on his face. I released my hold on him and watched him run away towards his bedroom, pulling myself to my feet.

Naruto just chuckled behind me. I grinned, but it faltered as the laugh just grew louder and louder until he was suddenly leaning onto me for support. I sighed and asked him just what was so funny. "I'm just not sure I'll be able to correct him if he calls you mama again." I rolled my eyes and kneed him in the thigh, walking to the kitchen to start lunch while the blond man reeled himself back in and followed me. I started pulling out the ingredients for papusas when the blue eyed man heaved a heavy sigh and wrapped his arms around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder, warm breath spilling across my neck while I measured out the mesa. "I'm not ready for a bunch of brats running around. I've been trying to prepare myself since the day after Christmas but it's not working. I like kids and all but feeding them sugar and letting them run hog wild around your house? Someone wrong in the head must have decided that that was okay."

"You're a whiney little thing, aren't you?"

He laughed and kissed my cheek. "It's all part of my charm." I laughed lowly at that. He was right of course, but it was only true because I knew he would whine then get excited when the actual event came. "I can't believe he's already turning four. Four years old. It seems like yesterday I watched him through a sheet of glass, sleeping like the world was perfect though he'd just arrived and he still had that new baby red that made him look like a little demon baby. Where does the time go? Whoa! Hey baby." I felt Naruto's weight move away from me. The three year old latched onto my legs and locked into a death grip. I smiled down at him, lifted him up and set him on the counter. He giggled happily as I gave him the masher and set the bowl of beans next to him.

I watched him mash the beans happily while I stirred the water into the mesa with my fingertips. "Your papa's starting to sound like an old man." I mock whispered.

"Hey."

"Papa old."

"Oi!" I laughed as the blond started grumbling about bratty red heads and traitorous three year olds, wrapping his arms around my waist again. I rolled the dough into balls and helped Konohamaru finish mashing beans with the blond still latched to me. Flattening the dough balls with my hands, I scooped the beans into the center and wrapped it expertly. Naruto finally released his hold on me and pulled out the pan and began heating a thin amount of oil on the surface. The three of us work as a team, me preparing, Naruto lightly frying and Konohamaru mostly eating. The two Uzamaki's talking back and forth while I just listened to their cheerful banter.

"Well, what do you want for your birthday?" I asked we sat down at the table for lunch.

The three year old looked up at me with a strange look in his eyes, a look that seemed far too old for someone so young and suddenly, I felt very apprehensive about his answer. Big brown eyes lowered to his plate before a grin broke out across his face. "Puppy!"

Naruto groaned. "Whaaaat?"

I let out an uneasy laugh. "A puppy?"

"Yeah!"

"You're not allowed to hang out with Kiba anymore." Naruto growled, biting into his papusa.

"Chiba no say it. I wan' a puppy. Chute little puppy." The three year old explained, playing with the food on his plate, mashing it into the salsa before scooping it up with his fingers. "An Mogi says puppy love is tha bestest."

Naruto sighed. "Yes. It is, but we can't have one right now. We don't have the room for a puppy."

I smirked and watched the two, wondering if Naruto had always talked to Konohamaru as if he were years older and if it had something to do with the child's obvious ability to understand better then others his age. "But why? Is not fair, papa." The blond just shook his head and sighed. The little brunet wouldn't give this up that easily. "Kitty den? I has a kitty peas den?"

"I don't know if you're ready for a cat, kiddo."

"Peas! Peas, papa! I wan a aminal to love."

Naruto

I'd lost control. I'd lost it so thoroughly and enjoyed every single second of it. The feel of that skin under my hands. The sounds that poured out of his mouth… I couldn't help myself after he yanked me down. I wanted nothing more than to make him mine, to mark him all over. "Naruto?"

"Yeah, babe?" The way his body arched up to meet my hands.

"What do you think?" That velvet voice purred and I felt my body responding.

"Yeah." I murmured wishing those clothes would just vanish.

"Then you should talk to Kiba about it."

"What?"

"About the dog…? Are you even listening to me?" The vision suddenly disappeared and I realized I was sitting at the table with a plate of barely touched food in front of me. Gaara stood at the sink, turned towards me, hands covered in soap. I got up from the table and carried my plate to the counter, rewinding my mind, trying to figure out what was going on.

"What?" I asked again, digging into my impressive vocabulary.

"The puppy for Konohamaru?"

I sighed, still trying to get the memory of what had almost happened out of my head, trying not to wish we hadn't been interrupted. "I know. I'd really like to indulge him but I just don't know."

"Well, think on it some more. He really wants one."

I wrapped the remnants of my lunch in foil and stuck it in the fridge. "We shouldn't always give him what he wants."

"You have a point." He conceded.

"But he's spoiled anyway." I smiled and put my dish in the soapy water, wrapping my arms around him. "Now, back to the license issue, you so artfully dodged earlier."

He snorted. "Yeah. That was all me. And I thought you said you weren't going to say any more about it?" He nudged me away from him with his hip.

"Yeah, but I just think it's important."

"Why is it so important to you?"

"Because he wants you to have some kind of normalcy in your life." An angry voice growled from the door way. I peeked over my shoulder, unwilling to release my hold on the redhead. Dark eyes skimmed over me, warming for a moment then turning their usual brooding bored.

"Uh, hey Sasuke. Where'd you come from?" I asked.

"The door." He retorted. "Konohamaru let me."

I glanced down to see my three year old glancing up at me guiltily. "What did I say about opening the door?" I asked him sternly, my heart giving a little tug as tears filled his big eyes.

"Bu' you didn' hear it." He mumbled quietly.

"Then what should you have done?" I asked, a million headlines of missing children flashing behind my eyes in a second, fear making me stagger.

"Come get you."

"That's right. I think you should go think about what you did." I answered, finally letting Gaara go as my little one sulked to his room, dragging his feet. I turned to my red head. "Do you mind if I step out for a moment?" I asked when I heard him throw himself onto his bed.

He gave me a slight smile and nodded. "Go ahead." I brushed a kiss to his forehead and headed towards my friend, giving him a grin. He followed me to the door and as soon as it shut he began to chuckle.

"So it's safe to assume it's going well." He asked.

I beamed back at him. "You could say that." We reached the street quickly, Kiba pushing himself off the wall as we walked out. "So how's it going?" I asked, suddenly giddy.

"Pretty good. I passed that exam I've been dreading. Almost fucked it up when they brought out the need-"

"Not that." I interrupted. "The party, you idiot."

"Oh yeah. Pretty good. Ino's already invited everyone and she and Hinata are working on everything else. They're too excited to let me help at all." The brunet answered, blowing into his hands to warm them against the frigid air.

"Awesome." I bounced in place. "I can't wait."

Sasuke snorted. "Yeah. Then you'll get laid."

I punched him in the arm. "Oi. Go fuck yourself."

"Whatever." He replied. "I actually came over for a second reason. If you'll quit bouncing around, I think we should discuss it."

His tone filled me with a sense of dread. "What?" I asked, squirming slightly.

"Someone's looking for him."

My heart fell. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Look, I know you're going to be mad, but it's done and over with." I opened my mouth to protest, knowing already what he had done. He held up his hand and continued before I could say a word. "I just had to know. While I was doing a background check, the first thing that popped up was a missing child report. The picture actually doesn't look much like him if that'll calm you down. But you should know that he was reported missing. A girl, his sister from what I've learned, is frantically looking for him. If he hadn't run so far, I think she might've found him. Her name is Tamari." He pushed a scrap of paper into my hands and folded my fingers around it. "I called her." Panic pierced me, the story of his life rushing back to me. "I got her answering machine. Don't worry. I was going to play it off as a wrong number from a restricted line. Nothing will lead them here to him. But at the end of the recording, she pleads for him to come home or any information that will bring him home."

"Sasuke… I…" I wanted to tell him I would never let him go back to that abuse but from the look in his face I knew he already knew somehow.

"Just be careful. Alright?" He asked, his normally unfeeling eyes pleading with me.

I nodded feeling numb. "Okay."

Kiba's eyes were wide as Sasuke turned to leave. "Keep that number. Someday, he just might want to reach back out to them."

Sasuke climbed into his car and drove off. My shaggy friend and I stood there dumbly, watching as his car disappeared around the corner. "Shit…"

"Very aptly put." I murmured and turned back to go inside. Wondering how a quick errand had turned so devastating so quickly. I knew I had to tell Gaara about the exchange, about his sister, but I feared what he would do if he thought I was digging around in his past. "Come say hi, dog breath." I muttered and started up the stairs, a feeling of dread settling in my stomach.

Gaara

"Naruto?" I asked again, lifting the plates from the counter. The blond continued to stare at the cake as if I hadn't even been talking. For a week he'd been like this, ever since he had gone off with Sasuke and came back with Kiba. He'd be fine, laughing, smile and then, without warning, he'd just stare into space or at me with a fear in his eyes that would take my breath away and fill me with fear. "Naruto!" I practically shouted.

He jolted out of it and turned to me, the corners of his mouth folding into a wide, warm, genuine smile. "Yeah?"

"Are you feeling alright?" I asked, stuffing the ice cream back into the freezer.

"Golden. Why?" He asked.

I didn't look at him as I turned for the juice bottles left on the counter. "You just seem out of it." I fumbled the words.

"Yeah, well, we did just have a crap load of toddlers screaming in this tiny place for four hours. If I wasn't out of it I'd think something was wrong with me." He laughed and covered the cake, shoving it into the fridge before gathering me into his arms, covering my face with kisses. I smiled and let him, loving every minute of the affection he was pouring onto me. Then he reached my mouth and I couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong. There was a sad quality to it, tainting the kiss… almost as if he was saying goodbye. He pulled back and stared at me, those crystal blue eyes so hard to read. "Now I seem to recall someone who became so frazzled he had to excuse himself to become a recluse in his room for ten minutes."

I rolled my eyes and pulled away from him. "Yeah, yeah." He laughed and captured my mouth again. I relaxed into him, pushing the fear that he was hiding something from me to the farthest corner of my mind.

"Alright now slowly let off the clutch while pressing the gas." Naruto explained calmly while my heart continued to try and jump out of my chest. I was too preoccupied with all the petals to even wonder how he'd even convinced me to do this. "You've got this. I know you do." He smiled and gently squeezed my arm. I nodded and tried again. So far I'd gotten us ten feet and killed it four times. Intense panic flooded me as the car roared and we sped off.

"I did it!" I squeaked, terrified and exuberant all at once.

"Shift to second." I jammed the stick down and the engine quieted a bit before beginning to roar again. "Third." It felt like we'd been out here for hours, Konohamaru safely away, hanging out with Kiba and his family as Naruto beat Gandhi in patience trying to teach me how to drive. "You're doing just fine." He beamed at me. "Now bring it to a stop and start over."

My smile fell a bit. "What?"

"You've got to get used to taking off."

"They make automatics so you don't have to get used to it." I muttered.

He chuckled. "Yeah, but you don't feel as cool."

I rolled my eyes and pulled us onto the side of the road. "What's the urgency here? I just got it yesterday."

"Just go." He laughed.

I put the car back into first and pressed on the gas and released the clutch. The car sputtered and died. "Mother fucker." I growled and tried again. We were out in the fields for hours and still Naruto never lost his cool, just calmly telling me to try again. After five hours I finally had a good handle on it and after stopping and starting seventeen times in a row without killing the dumb car, the blond finally announced we should turn back.

As I turned the car around, Naruto's warm hand reached down and covered mine on the gear stick, thumb making gentle circles. I glanced over at him, struck by the look he was giving me. "Pull over." He whispered and I obeyed. Once the car came to a full stop, I turned to look at him. He reached over and cupped my face. "Happy birthday, my dear Gaara." He whispered and pulled me closer to kiss me. I melted under his touch, his tongue flicking across my lips making me part my lips and moan. His teeth nipped my lip and my body lurched forward only to be yanked back by the seatbelt.

"Geez." I murmured, face on fire, feeling like an idiot. Naruto just smiled and told me to start driving again. We were driving for almost twenty minutes when something occurred to me. "How did you know it was my birthday?" I asked.

The blonds laughter filled the car. "Don't you remember? That first night that you came to us I found your wallet. I looked in there for an emergency contact but I only found your ID. Your birthday is on there."

"And you remembered?" I asked astonished.

"Yeah." His hand reached up and stroked my cheek. "I remember anything that has to do with you, Gaara." My face filled with heat and my heart began to pound like crazy. "Yeah… Uh. That was really corny and I'm going to ask that you pretend I didn't just make myself sound like a sixteen-year-old girl." I laughed and leaned back in the seat, loving every detail in my life for the first time in a long time.

"I can carry him."

"Nope. I got it." Naruto smiled and hoisted the jabbering four year old up.

I smiled. "Then let me grab the-"

"No siree. I got it. Just unlock the door, babe." I laughed and led the way up the so familiar stair that led to home. "It's your birthday. You get to do minimal work." The blond hummed the entire way up the stairs, his mood so bright it was infectious. His dark mood was gone and he seemed so at peace I felt as if everything was going to be alright. That I'd found the place where I belonged. A home where I was wanted. "Quick. Open the door. Just knowing that he's four is making him heavier than a bag of cement." Naruto grunted.

I laughed again and opened the door, sliding into the apartment and slipping my coat off as the blond set his son down and pulled his coat and hat off. The three year old ran into the dark house chattering happily. I followed after him, reaching for the living room light switch. The light clicked to life and I fell to the floor as the crowd in the living room shouted "Happy birthday!"

Naruto

"Shit!" I caught my red head as he fell to the ground. Ino and Hinata were the first ones to respond, rushing forward as I stabilized my footing and held Gaara's light weight easily.

"Is he okay?" Hinata asked as Kiba rushed forward and grabbed the red heads wrist.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." He gasped, finally opening his eyes and I let out a breath I hadn't meant to hold. He started laughing in my arms and my heart finally restarted. "Oh my god. You guys scared the crap out of me…"

"Surprise!" Ino shouted happily.

"I'm so sorry." Hinata managed to say before bursting into soft twinkling laughter. Kiba's deep chuckle joined hers before the rest of the room erupted, realizing the red head was just fine.

He turned his head and glared at me playfully. I smiled sheepishly. "I wouldn't have suggested it if I thought that's how you were going to react." Gaara laughed then, sending butterflies a flutter in my stomach. Even though I could call him mine, that laugh still made me so giddy it was shameful.

"You su'pised?" Konohamaru bounced at our feet, giggling happily.

"Yes. Very." Gaara smiled at my little one, hugging him tightly. I never felt so complete as I did in that moment.

Faces I knew Gaara barely knew were crowded in my living room and he smiled and thanked them all, a smile never leaving his face, a gentle look on his face that made my fear from before seem dumb and unfounded. This was his home. In my mind he belonged here with us, all of us who loved him. But I knew in my heart he had to be told about what Sasuke had found. I just didn't know how to tell him. He held Konohamaru as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him and I felt that even if he were to leave us to go back to his sister, he would come back to us, because from the look on his face I could tell he knew he belonged here with us… with me. And in that moment I knew that I loved him. Sure, I'd come to the realization I needed him, wanted him, longed for him to be mine in every possible way, but suddenly I knew I loved him.

"You're staring, idiot."

I turned to the black haired male at my side and smile. "How can I not?" I asked, turning back to the eighteen-year-old, surrounded by the friends I'd grown up with.

"You're such a girl."

"Hey. Go fuck yourself." I beamed, content with all that I had in life.

"Don't do it!" Tenten shouted, making Gaara laugh from his seat on the sofa beside Hinata and Ino. I felt a bit salty that the two were dominating his time and attention. I laughed and willed him to look my way, thrilled when he did, sending a gentle smile my way. I winked at him and turned back to my dumb friends who had, without a single drop of alcohol, decided to have a hand stand competition. Kiba, Sasuke and Lee were the last ones standing, Lee being the only one who didn't seem to be struggling, Sasuke still keep his cool but kept grunting, and Kiba looking as if he were dying. For the past thirty seconds the shaggy brunet had been shifting his hands around, sending his feet swinging wildly, knocking into the Uchiha every few seconds.

"If -grunt- you don't stop -grunt- that Inuzuka -grunt- I'll kill you." Sasuke gasped.

"Fuck you!" Kiba grunted, lifting his arm to flip him off and toppling right into the annoyed dark eyed male beside him. The room erupted with laughter as the two became a tangled mess on the floor.

Lee lowered his feet and snapped back onto his feet, laughing triumphantly before toppling over. Gaara's laugh sounded in my ear as he stood and made his way over to me as an argument broke out between the Uchiha and the Inuzuka. "Where's Konohamaru?" He asked.

"In bed." I replied pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Oooooooh!" The room behind us coursed and I flipped them off.

Gaara smiled, a blush staining his cheeks. "Thank you for this." He whispered. "This is amazing." He smiled at our feet giving me the impression he was embarrassed for some reason. "I know, they are all your friends, but… I just feel…" He trailed off, turning to the room and gazing at all the laughing faces.

"Gaara." I took his beautiful slender hand in mine. "They all wanted to be here. I wouldn't be able to keep them away if I tried. You belong here with us." His slight intake of breath was not lost on me. "They all love you." I laughed and threw my arm over his shoulder, pulling him to me. "If I ever did anything to make you sad I can guarantee you that I would be beaten severely." I laughed. The small slip of a man in my arms joined me, taking my breath away.

And I knew he would never stop leaving me breathless.

Gaara

I thanked everyone again and again as they left, rowdy and still up for more partying, but respectful of the fact Naruto's son was sleeping in the other room. Hinata pulled me into a hug as she and Kiba slipped out the door, whispering her thanks for coming into her life. Touched by her words, I squeezed her once and let her slip away with her shaggy brunet boyfriend. The door shut behind her and I felt so lucky to have her as a friend. Something else the blond and his son had given me.

The quiet in the apartment seemed a bit more lonely now that it had been so full for hours. Naruto smiled at me from across the living room as he shoved cups into a black garbage bag. I joined him easily, the happy feeling still flowing through my body. I knew the blond had spoken the truth. His friends had opened their arms and embraced me as if I were one of their own. How strange this feeling was to me. How wonderful this feeling seemed. I tied the bag and stretched my arms high over my head, enjoying the soft popping in my joints.

Suddenly hands were on my waist, a soft familiar mouth on my neck, I moaned softly, burying my hands in Naruto's soft golden locks, knowing he would pull away in a moment and leave me longing. "Naruto." I gasped as his hands roamed down to my ass, lifting me into his arms. A feeling like electricity pulsed through my body, making me squirm as his lips found mine.

"Gaara." My name left his lips like a longing wish, arousing me in seconds. He carried me to my room, bumping into walls as he seemed unable to pull his mouth from mine. I ground against him hungrily, the strain in my jeans pressed into his stomach. He shut the door with his foot, throwing us into darkness and pressed me into the bed with his body. His hands swept over my body, pushing my shirt up as I heard his boots hit the floor. I moaned when his thumb brushed over my nipple and his body shuddered above me. "Oh god. You're going to be the death of me." He groaned.

"What brought this on? I gasped as my shirt was slipped completely off of me. I wrapped my arms around his broad muscular shoulders once more.

"You did." He whispered into my ear, nibbling on it gently. "You are officially eighteen. Nothing is going to stop me but you."

His hands tore at my pants as I ripped his shirt up and exposed that deliciously golden flesh. "For heavens sake, please don't stop." I nearly begged as his hands left me to pull his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, laughing lowly. My hands roamed his exposed chest and back memorizing every inch of the strong muscles I'd fantasized about more often than I'd like to admit. I pushed my shoes off with my feet in a sudden frenzy, needing to have him in me. My shaking hands pulled at the hem of his pants, finding the button and fumbling with it momentarily. They slid down his backside willingly, almost demanding that this act happen. My skin seemed to glow in the moonlight as my hands disappeared into his boxers. I moaned as my suddenly small fingers wrapped around his long hardened member.

"Fuck." He groaned into my neck, his body going rigid as I began to stroke him. "Jesus christ." His mouth opened and clamped onto my neck making me gasp as teeth locked onto me, my back arching up to press against his strong warm body, gripping his erection tightly. I knew there would be a glorious hickey there tomorrow but I couldn't have cared less, I was so lost in the gentle sucking that had replaced teeth on my skin. "Lose your pants." He growled, then gave a slight whimper as I released my hold on his cock to deal with the jeans I was straining so painfully against.

"Roll over." I whispered as I wiggled out of my remaining piece of clothing. He complied without complaint and I ripped his pants from his legs, settling my self in between his legs, clutching on to the engorged member as if it were a life line.

"What are you doing?" He asked between clenched teeth. I laughed at him, lowered my head, placing the condom from his pocket on my lips and took him into my mouth. His legs quivered as I dragged my fingers against his sensitive inner thighs. "Oh, fuck!" He gasped, hips bucking slightly. I swirled my tongue around the rubber, bobbing and humming as he continued to writhe under my touch. My throat relaxed and I took his impressive member into me until I hit the golden curls at the base. "Gaara." He moaned. I grabbed his balls and massaged them gently, letting him buck into my mouth freely, fascinated with the act I had preformed so many times before yet had remained so detached from before. "Gaara… I need you. I need you." He gasped, hands pulling on my arms. I smirked and released him. I climbed up to his face, pushing my lips to his hungrily. He met with so much passion I was left stunned. He ground up into me, hands pumping my dick with an almost urgency. "Fuck. Gaara… I don't know how to do this." he confessed into my mouth.

"What?" I asked, rubbing my ass against his slick cock.

His laugh ended in a moan. "Do I just, like, stick it in?" His voice seemed full of wonder.

"I've got to be stretched first." I moaned out as his hands splayed on my hips, strong thumbs messaging my pelvis.

"Stretched?"

The tone of his voice stopped my grinding in a second. "Yes. Stretched."

"How?" He bit his bottom lip.

"With your fingers… Don't you remember?"

"What?" He looked confused. "Remember?"

"Sasuke said you two… had… well, done this before."

His nose scrunched. "What? No!" He propped himself up on his elbows, making me whimper at the friction the movement cause on my groin. "Sure, we dated but we never got this far. Ever. Did he say we did?" I nodded, not trusting my voice. "Well, I can guarantee this is a first for me." He whispered, pulling me down for a kiss. "Now tell me what to do and I'll do it."

I licked my lips and climbed off of him. "Let me show you." I whispered. His eyes widened as I slid my fingers into my mouth, coating them thoroughly with my saliva. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped as I grabbed my dick and began stroking it slowly. A soft moan escaped my lips, my eyes never leaving his as my fingers brushed against my entrance. "Naruto." I gasped, my fingers slipping inside. I probed deeper, stretching myself wider and wider, my lips trembling slightly as I quivered under his gaze. He grabbed my cock and began stroking for me and I prepped myself. He capture my mouth suddenly, his free hand pulling me closer to him making my fingers hit my pleasure spot. "Ahhh." The moan bounced off the walls and startled me with it's volume. "Naruto."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He moaned into my chest. "You are so fucking amazing." His hand left my back and wrapped around the hand that now had three fingers inserted into myself, his fingers brushing my entrance, forcing that electricity through me and again I marveled at how something I'd done so many times before suddenly seemed so new.

"I'm ready." I gasped, needing him in me so bad it was aching deep within me. The blond groaned and pulled me back across him, my body splayed and wanting.

He positioned himself carefully, his gaze never leaving mine until he plunged into me and my head was tossed back. My mouth open wide but no sound leaving it and I was utterly amazed at the feelings washing through me. "God damn it." He grunted. My lips formed his name, but nothing came out. Then he began to move. My back arched as the sounds of bliss left my body, my nails digging into his chest. "Your so beautiful." He moaned, arms reaching up and pulling me to him as he sat up, never breaking rhythm, coating my chest in sucking kisses. "So god damned perfect." My back met the mattress and I cried out. His mouth covered mine so sweetly it nearly broke my heart.

"Naruto." I whispered as he hit my sweet spot. And suddenly the slow pace was abandoned. He slammed into me with a hungry frenzy making me cry out over and over. His name spilled from my lips in between moans and gasps. He answered with grunts and groans, my name whispered frequently. My hands grasped on his strong back, my body arching up to meet his as he lifted me into the air and thrust himself into me again and again. And suddenly, fireworks.

Naruto

I couldn't hold myself back, I wanted him so bad it was a need. The feel of him around me, the sound of his voice, the taste of his lips, the sight of his pleasure filled face. All of it bombarded me, my deepest fantasies realized right before me as the pressure that begged to be released built within me. I held it back with all my will slamming myself into him, arms suddenly under his knees, lifting him into the air, our arms the only thing saving us from falling apart. I plunged deeper and deeper knowing that I would soon reach my breaking point, willing him to come. My name suddenly left his lips and his body began to buck against me. A creamy white substance landed on his face in droplets. The sight of it pushed me over the edge and I whispered his name as I came almost violently, thrusting uncontrollably.

We stayed like that, panting and slicked with sweat, semen covering our stomachs, my cock still buried within him, softening, staring at each other. His hair was tangled and more wild than ever, his beautiful blue green eyes misty and half lidded. He was the single most beautiful being I had ever laid my eyes upon. And I loved him. With all my being, I knew that my heart was his and that I had to tell him about his family before it was too late.

I can't even describe what happened here. I'm still kind of in shock. The chapter wrote itself and I was just along for the ride. Oh god! I apologize for essentially just sex and not much else. Anyway. Please review. Chew me out if you wish, but I just like reading what you guys have to say about this little story of mine. Your feedback means the world to me.

Now! On to chapter thirteen! -I make no promises this time-