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Desert Flowers Still Have Thorns Completed	By : Royality Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had been a long time since Gaara had been so wasted or had a bit of fun. He remembered that being Kazekage wasn't all work, especially in the company of his friends. After downing two beers and sharing a bottle of sake, Gaara could barely stand. Naruto and Sasuke were having their usual play fights and drinking games, before sleep started to overcome them in the wee hours of the dawn. With a man on each side, Gaara was helped to the master bedroom, as their guest, and spilled onto the bed meant for two. He didn't fight it, rolling onto his back as the pair went back to their living room to sleep on mats. They were still smiling, hanging off each other in small fits of laughter and good times.
Looking around the room, Gaara noticed how cozy it was. It wasn't like his own room at all, which was very neatly organized at all times. Some would say that it was even a bit cold, lacking personality. Naruto and Sasuke's bedroom was clean, but had the feeling of love filling it. There were framed photos of the two men, ranging from them being kids to having kids themselves. After sitting up, Gaara stumbled around in curiosity. Opening the closet, he saw that it was divided in half with things that were obviously Sasuke's on one side, and Naruto's on the other. Boxes on the top shelf were labeled with various things like 'winter','school', and different abbreviations. What caught Gaara's eye, was a box labeled with 'photos'. He took it, too drunk to find himself being rude, and wobbled back to the bed.
Opening the box, he was amazed at all of the loose and album'ed pictures they had kept over the years. There were pictures of themselves as babies, some of which were Sasuke's entirely family soon after he was born. Naruto had managed to collect even a few of his own parents from their school days from people who knew them better, but it was sad to see as they got older, each photo of them were usually alone. Gaara didn't even know if there were any photos of himself taken. Ever. Until he managed to find a page labeled with his own name. It wasn't much, but it was heartwarming to see that an entire page in one of the books, front and back, where someone had cared about him enough to save a handful of photos. They were mostly of when he was older, and mostly candid shots, but the most recent of them was himself and Shiro.
It was taken sometime earlier that year, and again he didn't notice, but it was of himself, sitting at his desk looking lovingly at Shiro, who was standing at his side. Thinking back, he remembered the flash of a camera afterward, Temari smiling after successfully taking a shot. She must have given a copy to his friends. Looking to the photo, he wondered if he always had that look on his face when looking at Shiro. He had gotten so use to the other man being at his side, the expressions came so naturally. Putting everything up but this picture, Gaara put the box off on the floor to the side of the bed. Laying back down, he stared at it. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made him look over to his side, his heart saddened that Shiro wasn't laying there. Still, he expected him to be there. He wanted him to be there. That pale and cool body, who never asked for anything in return.
He wanted to reach out and pet the smooth cheeks, brushing away any long, stray hairs of that white spider silk, as his thumb would run across the moist, pink lips. They would touch noses, rubbing affectionately as Shiro would claim that it tickled a bit. They would lock eyes and not have to speak words to reassure how one another felt. Sighing, Gaara closed his eyes. He wanted to see Shiro and tell him something. He wasn't really sure what, but he wanted to say something. Anything. He wanted those lips to smile at him again. He didn't care what Shiro might have been created for, or the ultimate goal. He just wanted those cool lips pressed against his, slightly open with the even colder tongue inside of his mouth. Feeling himself blush, Gaara managed to drag himself out of the bed again. It wasn't as if Shiro was gone for good. He was simply at home.
Walking...was some trouble, as Gaara had to hold onto the wall, just so he wouldn't fall over. It took some time to get to the living room, and he was pretty sure the he saw a mound of blankets with a pair of bodies shuffling around. Poking their heads out, Naruto, who was obviously on top of Sasuke, looked at the stumbling Gaara. Sasuke looked as well, though the view from on his back was a little awkward. They would have gotten up to help, if not so deeply tangled up in each other. Falling to his knees, Gaara held his spinning head. "...Shit...where's my underwear..?" Naruto went back under the blanket as Sasuke looked down, annoyed.
"Gaara!" Shiro came in, amazing with his timing. Naruto and Sasuke peeked back out of their blankets, watching curiously as Shiro ran over to help Gaara to his feet. "You've been drinking..."
"Nnh...Why are you here?" Dazed, the older man looked at the white haired one, confused, but not fighting the help that was offered. Blushing, Shiro looked away once he got Gaara to stand.
"You...ran out...so I followed you...and I've been waiting outside."
"Creepy." Sasuke's irritation chimed in.
"Nice hair cut." Naruto co-signed, as they were both still enjoying their buzz. "Don't you think, Sasuke?"
"I do. It's better...He's kind of cute now..."
"Sasuke!" Snickering, Sasuke gave a sensual lick to Naruto's face. The blond blushed, pulling the covers back over their heads to continue what he was doing before Gaara walked in. There was more fits of laughter, followed by a few soft moans that made Shiro's face turn bright red, as he adverted looking down. "You should...lay back down..." Gaara gave a nod, not really caring that his two friends were possibly having sex on the floor only inches away, but was overwhelmed with happiness enough that Shiro had come all this way. With his arm around Shiro's shoulder, Gaara was led back to the main bedroom. Gaara all but fell on the bed, his tired eyes closed as Shiro undressed him. "You shouldn't sleep in your clothes..." The scolding was gentle, and more of a suggestion. The Kazekage was use to it, sometimes falling asleep at his own desk and waking up the next morning in his bed with Shiro beside him.
"Shiro?"
"Hm?"
The taller young man was busy folding Gaara's clothes and placed them in a pile, while remaining dressed himself. "Come to bed." Smiling softly, Shiro gave a nod and started to remove his own clothing, leaving just his white boxer briefs on that matched Gaara's. He crawled into the bed, laying on the opposite side. They didn't touch, and Shiro only looked with his arms tucked under the white, fluffy hair. "You're really drunk. It's been awhile since I've seen you like this." Snickering, Gaara rolled from his back to his side, facing Shiro with his own casual smile.
"Why did you come here?" Pouting, the green snake eyes adverted being stared into.
"I...I...was worried. I know I upset you today, and thought you were mad. I mean, you left without telling me. I wanted to apologize..." While Shiro tried to explain himself, Gaara's hand moved to stroke the cool cheek and lips like he had imagined earlier. Though it hadn't been a long time, he had nearly forgotten what they felt like.
"I've been told that I love you."
"Huh?" The serpent eyes were looking at Gaara now, wide with confusion.
"They tell me I love you. What do you think about that?" Moving closer, Gaara's nose touched the tip of Shiro's, rubbing it gently as the hand continued to pet the cheek and lips. The tip of the thumb that was doing the caressing dipped into Shiro's mouth just enough to be moisten, so it could smooth the lips over better. "I...I don't know."
"I want to try...This warmth, this feeling. It's intoxicating." Gently biting the thumb, Shiro gave a smirk.
"You're definitely intoxicated, alright." Huffing, Gaara crawled on top, pinning Shiro's wrists to the bed, off to the sides of his own head.
"You're not listening to me...What I'm trying to say...to say...Shiro I..." The feelings were there, but the words wouldn't come out. All Gaara could do was look intensely, his eyes filled with sorrow and apology. No matter what he wanted to do, he just couldn't say it. It was just a word, but it was a word that was branded on his body. He felt it, he believed in it, but it wasn't something that would openly come out. "...I'm sorry, Shiro..." But Shiro just smile as he always did. As Gaara freed his wrists, the hands came up to cup the Kazekage's face. Those deep green eyes hiding their true feelings behind the black outline looked like they wanted to cry. "You never have to apologize to me, Gaara. There's nothing you'll ever do to me that will need an apology..."
Chuckling softly, Gaara held back any tears that might have fallen, leaning down to kiss his lover instead. He remained close for the rest of the night, holding onto that comforting coolness while his red hair was stroked gently. Finally asleep, Gaara had a dream. He had a dream that a fortress of sand was being overwhelmed by a giant tidal wave. Standing on top of one of its towers, Gaara stood, watching the waves get bigger and bigger. In the distance, he saw Shiro, who's image was hovering above the wave that kept growing. The waves eventually came to the top of the tower, and instead of fighting them, Gaara stood there and let Shiro take him. They embraced each other, finally able to meet as if they had been separated for a long time. The sand merged with the tide, and they both were buried in the Sand Sea.
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