The art of sand

A/N: Thanks for the support from my readers I write this all for you guys <3 Thank you Kira12345 for bringing this to my attention. I didn't realize chapter 12 wasn't showing up! >< Hopefully this fixes it.

Chapter12

Reason started to take over. Just because this kid’s eyes were filled with lust, did not mean they had to have sex. And he had faked his drunken state. No, this could not happen. Gaara pushed Sai away fiercely. Sai tripped over his own feet as he was pushed back. He landed hard on his back. Gaara was fuming. How could this kid play him like that? He had no right! Gaara started pacing. Every option ran through his head. Kicking him out seemed like the best yet. A chill swept through his body as he paced. He was still topless. Gaara blushed, but pride kept him from covering himself. It would only make him look weak. Sai had pulled himself up to sit on the floor with his legs folded. He watched as the man above him decided the fate of their night.

"I should kill you," Gaara said abruptly.

"Why?" confusion dripping off the word made Gaara round on Sai.

"Why?! You tricked me!" he roared.

"Wouldn’t it be better if I knew what I was doing? I mean, what if I hadn’t wanted it? What would you have told me when I woke up here and didn’t know how I’d gotten here? Let alone where ‘here’ was," Sai silently prayed the other would see the logic.

Gaara’s shocked expression meant his quick prayer was answered. Gaara lowered himself to the ground. He was sitting in front of Sai, his knees bent and his chin resting on them.

"Fuck. Why couldn’t you just be drunk?"

Gaara sighed. He was slowly absorbing the last few minutes. He stared at Sai as he thought. The boy looked… lost? His eyes were begging for something.

"I mean, what if I hadn’t wanted it?"

The words echoed in his mind. Then it clicked. Sai had wanted this. Gaara raised his head to look at the young man better. Sai was waiting patiently for a final verdict. Gaara lowered his knees, and folded them underneath himself. He ended up crawling over to Sai, while searching the ebony eyes for malicious intent. He decided he could not find any by the time he was about halfway to Sai. When he was practically nose-to-nose with the other man, Gaara decided to take a leap for the first time in his life.

"I’m just curious," he whispered.

"Okay. I won’t tell anyone," Sai smiled weakly.

Gaara leaned in and touched his lips carefully to Sai’s. Sai immediately took control. He reached up to stroke the soft skin that was Gaara’s cheek. He pressed his lips firmly into the other’s. Gaara was very responsive, and a rather quick learner. Both men were clumsy with their movements. Sai’s tongue was licking Gaara’s lips. He hesitated, and ended up pulling away. He touched his lips softly.

"I’m sorry."

Sai looked scared. He was certain he had done something wrong. He was no stranger to sex, but he had never quite experienced closeness. Sai started to withdraw from the situation. He had set his hopes too high. Best to shut himself off before pain set in.

"Is it always like that?"

The soft tone to the words stopped Sai’s process. Gaara looked back to him. His features were softened as well.

"Like what?" Sai asked.

"I feel… weird. My head feels lights. My vision is spinning a little."

"It was just a kiss," Sai offered.

Gaara shook his head. The high from Sai’s lips emboldened him. He jumped Sai and pushed him onto his back once more. His lips descended on the young man’s hungrily. This time it was his tongue asking for entrance. Sai allowed it, meeting Gaara’s tongue with his own to play. His hands were running through red locks. Even if they tried to open their eyes, they would most likely have seen nothing but dancing lights. Gaara kissed Sai with a force he was unfamiliar with. Their tongues danced together, caressed each other, and, on occasion, battled for more dominance over the encounter. And only minutes after they started, they were separating, desperate to fill their lungs with air.

Gaara sat up after rolling off Sai. He looked the boy over. His lips were swollen and bruised. The sight of his usually perfect hair now disheveled, accompanied by a flushed face, caused Gaara to realize how much he hated tight pants. He was feeling very bold. Gaara stood slowly, as his had was spinning. He fumbled to unbutton the tight jeans. Sai sat up when he felt Gaara stand. He watched Gaara grow angry as he fought with the button. He sat up on his knees and reached up to help Gaara out of the offending denim. Sai brushed Gaara’s hands away gently, and unbuttoned the trousers. He then slid the zipper down smoothly.

"Thanks. It would seem I was losing that fight," Gaara mumbled.

Sai chuckled and started tugging the pants off. Gaara blushed and looked away as his erection was freed. Sai was hard-pressed to contain another chuckle. Once the material cleared his thighs, it was released, and pooled at his ankles. Gaara pulled Sai to his feet quickly. He pulled the shirt off Sai’s chest and tossed it aside. Sai took the cue to discard his own pants while Gaara freed his feet and sat on the bed.

"Don’t be so nervous," Sai soothed, sitting next to him.

"You don’t understand. I’ve never even really thought about stuff like this," Gaara almost whined.

"It’s okay. I know what I’m doing," Sai reassured him.

He kissed Gaara’s shoulder and neck to relax him. Hands followed with a gentle massage on his back. Gaara was melting at the touch. He tried to face Sai, but was held in place with surprising strength. Sai was still kissing his neck. Sai’s hands had snaked across his back and onto his chest. Sai focused his attentions on the sides and stomach to begin with. His attentions started moving up slowly, his gentle touch earning a gasp. And the doorbell rang. (side note: If I didn’t just love you guys I’d stop here :D)

Gaara jumped at the noise. His face was flushed. Sai had stopped moving, but all the skin he had touched was on fire. The doorbell rang again. Gaara cursed softly and scrambled up. He pulled a pair of his own pants on. He instructed Sai to appear drunk and passed out. Gaara dumped a glass of water on his head and wrapped a towel around his shoulders. He forced his face devoid of emotion and went to the door.

"What?" he demanded harshly.

"Dad told us to come quick," came the response.

Temari looked nervous. Kankuro crawled his way over to her, gasping for air.

"Too far… parked too far…," Kankuro managed.

"What do you want?" Gaara demanded more forcefully.

"Dad’s in trouble. And you are the only other person who knows his situation," his sister explained.

Gaara growled low. He was not helping that man. He was… busy.

"Sorry. I can’t do anything more than you can."

"Danzo’s never met us. You’re the only one Dad ever took on business. Danzo never forgets a face," Kankuro interjected, finally having caught his breath.

"Danzo? Hic. What about, hic, Dad?"

Gaara’s heart skipped a beat. His siblings’ eyes widened. Sai crashed into a wall and laughed. Gaara turned slowly. Sai was fully dressed. It was sloppy. He defiantly looked drunk. Gaara quickly pushed him back and exited his apartment, slamming the door on the way. He grabbed his siblings’ arms and pulled them aside out of hearing range.

"What is he doing here?" Temari hissed.

"He’s Naruto’s friend. He’s drunk and they left him with me."

Gaara refused to volunteer more.

"What does the old man want?" he asked, pushing the conversation away from Sai.

"Danzo is suspicious. Dad needs you to bring one of us to be customers. That kid told him he had a new one but he doesn’t. And he’s blaming Dad," Kankuro told him.

Gaara fumed. He motioned for them to stay and headed back inside. He refrained from yelling and calmly found his phone. He placed the call to Danzo.