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Fading Dream	By : Madea Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the occurring characters from Naruto. I do not intend on earning money with this fic. Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto

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Chapter 10: Forget it like a dream
"From next Friday on Kankuro will stay with you for a week." Temari looked over the rim of her brew and smiled slyly at Gaara, who in return sighed.
"Weren't you his favorite sibling?" He didn't want to think about his brother staying at his apartment. His eyes trailed off to the blond waiter.
Temari cleared her throat. "He wants to spend more time with his little brother and we both know there're two vacant rooms in your apartment."
This conversation was already annoying him. "One. And there's no free couch or bed."
"Oh?" Temari raised an eyebrow. "Are you two not that far yet?" She giggled behind her hand. Gaara already knew that she knew something, but not, how much.
"I don't know what you mean," he hissed at her.
"Oh, you know too well." She gave him a teasing smile. "Don't think your big sister don't get your first love!"
Love? She Hit him offhanded. Did he love Naruto? No, that -
Before he was able to answer anything, she emptied her cup, stood up, gave his fox a wink and left the café. Naruto turned to face him and gave him one of his best smiles. One week to go until Kankuro made his live harder than it was already.
…
Like every evening Gaara pulled his piercing out of his lip and put it on the table in his room. As much as he liked that little piece of metal, it was too traitorous. He felt his stomach sink. Maybe he should tell Naruto just what happened. It wouldn't go on forever like it was now. But not today. He climbed through his window and sat on the window sill of Narutos room. He knew he didn't make any sound - an ability he had already before transferring school -, but soon after he sat on his place, his fox started to smile. Naruto looked inviting to Gaara, how he lay on the couch with his hands behind his head. He leaned in and gave him a kiss on his forehead to prove him of his presence.
…
Four more days were to go and Gaara felt his fox under his touches burning. Their kissing became wilder and more demanding, but he still didn't know, if there was the same burning desire in Narutos eyes. He took a deep breath and tugged at the blindfold, but his hands were caught by Narutos. The blond shook his head and pulled him closer.
"Let me decide when I'll see you," Naruto whispered in his ear. A whole assortment of feelings flooded Gaara and he wasn't able to name or describe most of them. Some of them were good and some bad, but the strongest one was an almost unbearable pressure in his chest.
…
Two more days. Naruto tugged at the hem of Gaaras t-shirt. His fox grew more bold from day to day. It was a wonder the blond didn't know yet, who he was with every night. Gaara brushed Narutos hands off, who pouted in return, but the blonds protest died in his throat as he felt a hand gliding over his crotch.
Gaara pushed him down to lie on his back and unbuttoned Narutos pants. Two more days and Kankuro would be there. Two more days and he wouldn't be able anymore to visit his fox every night. Gaara knew this wouldn't be the last time he wanted to make his fox moan and whimper, and the apartment wasn't sound-proof enough to fool Kankuro, and Kankuro wasn't as discreet as Temari.
"What are you do-" The voice died as lips met lips and was soon followed by a muffled moan, when finger slid over his length.
The pace of the hand moving up and down increased. Gaara searched for the delicate spot on his neck. Narutos panting grew more and more to moaning when he found the spot. An experimental nibble caused a rather loud moan. He still liked that at least. The sounds his fox made send a shiver down his spine.
It didn't take long until the blond moved against his hand, desperately for a faster pace and more friction. Finally he shivered and twitched under him and arched into his hand, groaning like an animal. This was different, it was faster. Way faster.
Gaara took a deep breath and made his decision. Some day he needed to tell him, whether Naruto wanted or not. Gaara wasn't able to live with that lie much longer. It tugged at his mind all the time, throwing him back to old times he rather wanted to forget. He should start … Slow. Not horrify him too much at once. Gaara removed his hand from Narutos pants, reached with his not soiled one for Narutos and pulled it against his chest. Let him feel. He's not Sakura or any other girl the blond imagined.
"Your heart is racing," his fox whispered matter-of-factly, stunning Gaara. No complaints? What about his oh-so-perfect Sakura? And what about him not having - well - boobs?
"And you're male," he added sheepishly grinning. There it was, and his grin was forced. Gaara flinched back. He knew it would happen. Narutos reaction was better than anything he imagined. Still it hurt.
"Wait!" The blond grabbed for the wrist of the hand that hold his just seconds ago. Naruto sighed. "We - … You - … I … I just need some time … to get things in my head … sorted. Yeah, sorted." He let go off Gaaras hand. "Okay?"
Gaara left Naruto without any answer. He also needed time to think.

Thursday, his free day. Naruto lay musing in the living room, his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling. His mysterious lover took him to the next step, was male, Gaara was missing again without any reason or hint where he is, and nothing to distract his mind.
He certainly had not to go searching for the redhead. Naruto didn't know the reason, but Gaara most likely needed time for himself. It was a little wonder that the boy was able to take so much people around him by now. Six years earlier he would have freaked out after one hour at most, now it were weeks before he disappeared to some hidden spot. It was just fair to let him have time for himself now. Gaara also wasn't that skinny anymore by now, so Naruto didn't need to fear that he would collapse somewhere. Gaara would come back by evening, unlike Sakura.
Naruto already knew that those wonderful lips and hands weren't Sakuras. Her parents told him she went searching for Sasuke. He sighed. Of course, it was always Sasuke and it will always be Sasuke for her. Strangely it didn't affect him much that it wasn't Sakura, just like when she was the only person he was able to contact after leaving the green leaf. But it hurt him that she didn't tell him or ask, if he wanted to go with her after Sasuke. Even though he and Sasuke had some struggles to get along at first, the black-haired boy was a dear friend to him.
It was almost as if he felt the same way about Sakura as he did about Sasuke. Was he even really in love with her? He didn't know anymore. Before that damned night at Kibas party, everything was so easy. He was in love with Sakura, she flirted sometimes with him, but both of them were too uncertain, if the other one felt the same way, and no one did a move. That was at least, how Naruto thought about it.
It was the same almost disturbing indifference about the gender of his lover. It wasn't really bothering him. Naruto didn't really know what to do, when both parts were male, but last night … There was that feeling deep in him telling him that he couldn't care less about the gender. Only yearning for that lips, hands, body was in his mind. But why now? All those almost 19 long years of his life he knew, he was straight, for sure. Almost half of his life he knew, he loved Sakura, for sure. And now? One month and everything was upside down.
The kyuubi snickered inside him. It was disturbing how the demon was amused by his insecurity about the love of his life and his sexuality. The snicker evolved to a full-fledged laughter. "It would be really funny to hear you thinking like that if it wasn't so sad at the same time."
"What?" he snapped. As always, when the kyuubi started to talk, he wasn't in the mood for conversations. Wait, Gaara told him to get to know about him. Maybe he should just play along.
"You're dull. Don't know how two males have sex?" The demon snickered again, as if remembering something certain.
"No," Naruto answered sighing, "I don't know if you didn't notice, but I wasn't into guys before at all, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah … Shall I tell you a bit then? Well, where shall I start? Ah, yes! Well, …"
Narutos eyes widened at the talk the demon gave him. It wasn't the boring bees-and-flowers-talk, but rather … pictorial. It made his heart beat faster. "And then …?"
"Yes." Naruto almost saw the kyuubi grinning slyly.
"But - No! That's … God, no, I even don't know how to call it! Just - no! … Doesn't it hurt?" Narutos curiosity surprised himself.
"Don't know what you're talking about. It certainly feels good. Both ways."
"You …?"
"Of course! Don't underestimate me, brat!"
"And I-?"
"You'll like it."
Despite the theme of their conversation Naruto was unordinary calm now. Saying, they were talking about him doing someone's ass … Or someone doing his. If anything other than calm, he was maybe curious. But not afraid, not at all. Should he be afraid that he wasn't afraid? No … Everything seemed … Right. "How do you know?"
"Just believe me, you'll like it …"
"…"
"…"
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Kurama."

It was already dark when Gaara came back. He closed the door to his apartment silently. Was Naruto already sleeping? Usually he wouldn't be at this time. At least his fox didn't notice him coming back. Gaara was relieved that Naruto either didn't go searching him or didn't find him. Latter was rather unlikely since he spend his day at the old greenhouse again. He remembered that day years ago, when Sakura and Sasuke came to stop him on his way to Naruto. His lover-boy they called Naruto then. Gaara chuckled ironically to himself. If it would be that easy.
His piercing still lay cold on his table. Last night he didn't put it on again. He was too distracted from what just happened and what it would mean to him - to them - and left the apartment immediately as silent as he came back.
Well, at least he was able to hope now, that the last problem was that it was him. Gaara. A monster. Naruto said so himself. Naruto said, he felt sick, when he first saw him. Gaara didn't really know what to do. His demons were silent when he was with Naruto. No … Not anymore. They were even louder when he was just beside the blond. He needed to touch him to make them silent. He needed to kiss the blond, to touch him and to draw those fascinating sounds from him. All this only to make them silent.
One week. He wouldn't touch and kiss him for a whole week. At this thought Shukakus screaming became louder and sharper. The other demon was whimpering. Gaara left his room through his window and sat down on the sill in front of Naruto like always. Naruto was sitting on the couch and certainly not asleep. As if the blond had a sixth sense for his presence, he started to beam at him as soon as Gaara sat on his spot. So at least the hope he had became true. The smile wasn't forced and Naruto didn't look angry at all.
"You there?" As if Naruto still had to ask. It was obvious that he had that sixth sense. A slight kick against his knee was Gaaras answer.
"Ow! No need to get violent!" The blond chuckled. "You know, you start to remember me at someone …" Finally.
Gaara looked down at his hands in his lap. He already saw Naruto running out of his room, his apartment, his life. Forever. Never coming back.
"Never mind."
Gaara startled. Of course. No one would think about him in that way. And the last one, who would ever do, would be Naruto. The screaming and whimpering in him became even louder. Together with the suffocating feeling in his chest there was no other way. He literally jumped at Naruto, causing him to lie on his back and pressed his lips against his fox's, and Naruto responded, though hesitant. His hands came up to Gaaras face and cupped his cheeks. Slowly Naruto pushed him away, but only a little bit. He wanted to kiss him again, but Naruto hold him firm.
"Hey … What's up? Why are you crying?" Naruto asked him careful with a low voice.
He was right, Gaaras cheeks were wet. Was he crying? He didn't know. How did it feel, when he cried? He remembered. It didn't really feel similar to that feeling now, no. Somehow right and somehow false. When was the last time he cried? That day when Naruto found him in the greenhouse. That day this pain was also in him, but less strong. He didn't really cry that day, though. There were just tears because of his throbbing scar. No, he wasn't crying now. Not because of Naruto and what he made him feel. Not again. No, he wasn't crying.
Finally he shook his head. His fox allowed him to move again and lowered his hands to his upper arms.
Naruto jumped, when their lips crashed against each other. Gaara didn't rest long on his lips, but went for the sensitive spot on Narutos neck. One day left. He didn't tell Naruto until now about Kankuro. Would he find out, it was him that visited him every night, when he stopped?
As if pressing a switch, the blonds breathing became heavier at the light nibbling. The hands, that rested on his upper arms before explored Gaaras back and wandered lower and lower, gripping him possessively. His own hands made their way under Narutos t-shirt and yanked it over his head. One night left. He wanted to see, feel, taste and smell as much as possible of his fox.
Narutos chest was, though the ending summer, still tanned enough to stay in remarkable contrast to his own pale skin, even in the faint moonlight. Mesmerized he let his hands roam over his pectorals, causing the blond to shiver slightly. Sun-kissed versus sun-avoided. Healthy versus morbid. Life versus death. Light versus dark. It will always be the same. Never within his reach, never really united.
Suddenly Naruto sat up - caught Gaara offhanded -, pushed him backwards on his back and hovered over him while sitting between his legs. The blond smirked mischievous at him. What would Gaara give to see his eyes now. But his fox wanted to decide on his own when to remove the blindfold and he would let him do so. For now Gaara wanted to not lose their starting struggle over the lead.
Gaara tried to sit up, but Naruto took the chance and tugged his t-shirt over his head with one hand in a swift motion and pressed him back at the couch with his other hand. Narutos smirk widened and he let his hands explore the chest of his lover. Gaara felt his own breath becoming heavier.
It was all so different from last time. The touches on his skin made his mind becoming numb. The need to win their struggle decreased the more he enjoyed what Naruto was doing to him. He closed his eyes and felt the blond fumbling to unzip his pants and sliding them down afterwards together with his boxers.
"You're pretty silent," Naruto whispered into his ear and let his hand wander up Gaaras inner thigh. As if to prove his words as lies, a soft breathed moan escaped Gaaras lips, when he felt fingers slipping over his member. He grabbed Narutos chin and tilted his head towards him to kiss him. Their tongues met and send a shiver down Gaaras spine. His fox's grip became firmer and began to move up and down. He was just moments away from the wonderful bliss that awaited him, when Narutos hand left him and he drew back completely. Reluctantly Gaara opened his eyes to observe Naruto and saw him removing his last clothes and reaching for something beside the couch. A small flask, most likely lube, and - a condom. Of course.
He continued to observe his fox. He assumed that this time he would experience what Naruto - or rather the kyuubi - felt the last time. Though he liked the other way very much, this was at least a try worth.
His fox kneeled down between his legs. He took Gaaras hand and helped him to sit up.
"Will you help me?" he asked low with a sultry voice and put the condom in Gaaras hand. As Gaara did, what he was asked for, Narutos member twitched in anticipation in his hand. Once he was done, Gaara was pushed back again.
Naruto spread Gaaras legs a bit more and opened the flask. A sweet, heavy smell reached his nose and the blond poured some of the lube on his fingers. His fox prepared his lover caring and tried to distract him from the pain with passionate kisses. In the beginning Gaara stiffened, but the hand roaming over his body relaxed him soon more and more, though it was still an unpleasant feeling. However the blond knew what to do, he still did it good. Naruto took his time to prepare him, but eventually he removed his fingers from his lover and positioned himself to enter him.
"Ready?"
Gaara made an affirmative sound. Naruto put his hands on Gaaras hips and pushed slowly in.
"You're really, really tight, you know?" Naruto groaned. Gaara in return hissed at the pain and Naruto stopped to move. "Everything okay?" his fox asked caring, "We can stop that whenever you want!"
Gaara pulled him down to kiss him once more and pushed his hips a bit into Narutos direction. The blond took the hint and continued to push forwards. Once completely inside he waited for his lover to relax before he pulled out again. Naruto set a slow and gentle pace, altering the angle from time to time. Nevertheless still hurt. How was the kyuubi able to draw so much pleasure out of pain?
Then he hit the same spot Gaara found last time in his fox. No more pain, but pleasure was there. He heard a distant but loud moan and all he was able to see was a smirk on Narutos lips. Was that moan him? He wrapped his arm over his mouth. Naruto hit the same spot again and Gaara felt his body arch against the blond. Yes, that moan was his, but it was muffled now. Naruto yanked his arm from his mouth and pinned it down beside Gaaras head.
"I want to hear you," Naruto breathed into Gaaras ear.
The blond shifted his weight to his side, leaning on the arm that hold Gaaras hand, to let his other hand slip over his lovers length. His hand and hips moved in unison and threw Gaara soon over the cliff.
"Naru-!" he breathed hoarsely, but was not able to end. The teenager over him trembled and groaned at the sound of his name and Gaara felt a strong twitch inside him.
The blond still panted when he removed himself from his lover. And there it was again, that strange urge to cuddle his fox overwhelmed Gaara. He waited until Naruto removed the condom and jumped at him, throwing the blond on his back and simply hugging him. Naruto chuckled and caressed his back.
Gaara was … Relaxed. Narutos breathing pattern and his heartbeat were even now and soothed him. Slowly everything turned inevitable black.

Naruto slowly opened his eyes. The birds chirping was the first he heard, and the blue sky the first he saw, like every morning. He woke up from pure darkness, he didn't dream last night. He felt still sleepy, but at the same time more refreshed than usual. His mind was still numb and he stared at the sky for several moments. Something was missing this morning … The anchorman. He didn't hear Gaara return last night.
Before he was able to muse further about the missing redhead, he noticed something heavy and warm lying half beside him, half on his chest. Oh, last night …
Naruto didn't realize at all that he actually saw something, in difference to the night, before he saw the vibrant blood-red hair. His body tensed. Naruto never saw him sleeping before, but his sleep apparently wasn't very deep. The hand of the pale boy that rested on his chest twitched and his eyes fluttered open. One long moment passed before he lifted his head. Blue eyes stared back at greens. Then the redhead suddenly jerked up, pushed himself in the farthest away corner of the couch and curled up in a small sitting ball, his body rigid. He looked like a threatened animal that feared for its life. Peeking over his knees he observed Naruto wary. Naruto sat up.
"Gaara …" The redhead hid his eyes behind his knees. "Oh fuck!" Naruto cursed. "I … Oh god! You don't know how sorry I am," he sobbed and reached for Gaara. And he really was. He wanted to protect the boy, not doing that.
Apparently he failed on the whole line - Gaara flinched back from his touch.
"I'm a monster … In the end all the talk about me being a demon is right, isn't it?" Naruto whispered more to himself than to Gaara.
The redhead lifted his head enough to watch him with narrowed eyes, but Naruto wasn't able to look into those mesmerizing green orbs.
"My first time and I rape an underage kid," Naruto chuckled sarcastically. He buried his head in his hands and his voice was shaky. "You don't know how sorry I am." How could he be so cruel? Doing this to-
"No, no and no." The somber tone in Gaaras voice made Naruto startle. He looked with teary eyes at Gaara, who still sat in the same position.
"Wha-?" Naruto wasn't really able to get what the silent redhead wanted to tell him.
"You didn't rape me. And I'm not underage." There was an awkward silence. Narutos brain tried to understand what Gaara said to him, but didn't came to any conclusion.
"See - When someone wants to sleep with you, you don't rape this person," Gaara explained calm.
"I know that much," Naruto returned lame, "but … And … I thought you were 16, at maximum." He was still a bit stunned.
Gaaras brows furrowed, but then he chuckled low. "So that's why you called me a kid always. I'm 21."
"That means …" Naruto used his fingers to count. He didn't trust his brain yet again. "You were … 15 when we met?!" Gaara nodded. "But! You were so small and fragile! And you looked like a fucking girl! No teenage boy looks like a girl! Well, shouldn't look like a girl!"
Gaara shrugged and he started to relax. "Wasn't ever a big eater. I thought you noticed that."
"But now - I thought you hit puberty and had a growth spurt."
The redhead smirked. "When I didn't grow at all in the first two years at the green leaf, some people became suspicious. Our father left me in my siblings care when we left Suna and - well, let's say Kankuro feared our father and what he might do, when something fires back at him. Namely the bad shape of one of his sons, or better, that he doesn't care for him. Our father has to maintain a certain image after all. And so Kankuro prayed that not everything was lost with me and force-fed me for more than a year."
Somewhere in between Naruto lost himself in his thoughts. He imagined himself at age 16 with a 16 years-old Gaara beside him. He already somehow looking like the young man he was now and a petite Gaara in his arms. Jiraiya wouldn't have ever stopped to tease him. But then - when Naruto was 16, Gaara was already 19. Still the image was in his head and it was … cute. And it made his body react. He jumped up and searched for his clothes before Gaara would be able to notice anything and put his pants on.
"Hm, wasn't there a third 'no'? What was it about again? God, I'm really no morning person," Naruto joked, though he really didn't quite remember what the third no was about. Gaara tensed and averted his eyes to the floor.
"It wasn't your first time." Gaaras voice was somber.
Naruto furrowed his brows. "How comes that you do know, but I not?" He was slightly irritated. There wasn't any way except for-
"The night you were at Kibas party. You jumped literally at me." The redheads eyes were directed at him again and let no space for thinking that his words were lies. Naruto closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Gaara didn't answer.
"I'm so sorry. I-" As he saw that the redhead had his head buried in his arms again and pushed himself even further back into his corner at his words, Naruto put the rest of his clothes on. He took his bag and reached for Gaara to ruffle his hair one last time, but flinched back.
Then he left the room, the apartment, Gaaras life. He would try to forget all, what happened those last two months. As if all was a dream.
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