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Family
Portrait

by
Kami

Disclamer:
I don't own the characters of Naruto nor the song Lies, I do own the
characters Joi, Taizen, and Namida and also the premise for this
story.

Summary:
In a family portrait, looks can be deceiving.

Warnings:
Contains yaoi, mpreg, and domestic violence. Not your thing? Then
don't Read! By the way, Sasuke is a little bit of a bastard in
this story...I never really liked him anyways. So if you don't like
stories where Sasuke is a bastard to Naruto, this story is not for
you. There will be some more
limes in this...you have been warned. >_< I'm such a tease!
But I promise a lemon...of sorts...in the next chapter.

A/N:
Okay, Okay! I know I'm really late posting this chapter but I have a
good excuse, really.

Well...first...I
was kidnapped...yeah...um...by...Orochimaru! And...he was trying to
like brainwash me into writing a story where he was the main
character...it was...a part of his evil plan to get more
followers...er...fans. And I was all like “Oro-chan, I'm
making you into a halfway decent guy in this story, what more can you
want?” and he was like “Not good enough!” so
after almost a month of being held prisonor, my good friend and beta,
Kurai Kisu, came to my rescue and kicked his ass, but good. She's
still trying to help me get rid of Oro's brainwashing, and it's going
slowly but surely.

Now,
on to other things! I think there might have been some confusion on
the part of my beta. I had her write an author's note for me,
because one of my hands was out of commission (kinda hard to type one
handed if you ask me) and I think some readers got the impression
that she is the writer and I'm the beta when actually it's the other
way around. Yes, I do indeed beta for her story Too Many Drinks, but
she beta's this story for me. Hopefully this will clarify
everything.

Also,
I have to tell you readers, things are not always what they seem in
my stories. When you read this story, you have to think outside the
box and examine every word that is written. I may write something
with a singular thought in mind and, in your mind, you judge what you
think it is, and it turns out to be something completely the opposite
of what you were thinking. I'll quote King Bumi from Avatar the
Last Airbender in saying “You need to open your mind to the
possibilities!” I'm so mean...but it keeps the story
interesting and entertaining. Plus it kinda goes with the summary,
don't you think? Looks can be deceiving. I have this whole story
planned out, and though I've made some minor changes in the draft,
the story will remain untouched.

Feedback
is welcome, Go ahead and flame if you will, I've been wanting to have
a wienie roast!!

Added
Note: Domestic Violence is very real. If you know someone or see
someone that is being abused, don't ignore it because you think it's
none of your business or because you think that person brought it on
his or herself. Tell Somebody! It's not right for someone to have
to suffer because their lover or spouse can't control their temper.
By calling the authorities, you can save the life of that person, and
the lives of that person's children, if they have any.

Flash
backs in bold italics

Thoughts
in italics

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Bound
at every limb by my shackles of fear
Sealed with lies through so
many tears
Lost from within and persuing the end
I fight for
the chance to be lied to again

You will never be strong
enough
You will never be good enough
You were never conceived
in love
You will not rise above

They'll never see
I'll
never be
I struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep
inside of me

~Evanesence~

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Chapter
3-Secrets and Lies

It
was already mid-June, almost a month after Naruto's first visit to
the ER, and in his opinion, things between he and Sasuke had not
improved. In fact, he felt things had worsened as he noticed that,
lately, the raven had become demanding and offensive towards their
children, Joi and Taizen in particular. In Taizen, Sasuke saw
himself before he was tied down with a family and pressured him
mercilessly to excel in his studies. Joi, however, was quite the
opposite. Naruto didn't understand why the raven displayed such
resentment towards her, belittling her in everything she attempted,
even when she did well. Of course, he still took his so called
'frustrations' out on the blond, earning the younger man two more
trips to the ER, once with a cracked jaw and a concussion, the other
time with a broken wrist and a dislocated shoulder. He had a
difficult time trying to keep things from looking suspicious at work,
as Gaara kept asking him personal questions about his frequent
injuries. He was grateful that the last time Sasuke blew up, which
was only two days prior, that he didn't break any bones. Just a
bunch of bruises on his torso, nothing he couldn't handle...no big
deal, right?

Gaara
had changed in the past few weeks, he was a little more social with
the blond, friendlier. Naruto knew that the red head was just still
trying to get into his pants. The blond had hoped after telling him
his embarrassing secret a few weeks ago, which only his Chichiue,
Tou-san, Sasuke, and a few trusted friends and family knew about,
the red head would be so disgusted with him, he would lay off. But as
it seemed, it only fueled the goth's interest. Naruto leaned against
the counter next to the register, thumping his forehead against the
flat surface, regretting opening his big mouth.

*Flashback*

Things
had slowed down at the Shougi House, it being close to closing. The
blond was humming to himself as he finished wiping down down the
glass display case, and walked behind the counter to the back to
where Gaara was scooping unbaked cookies onto a large baking pan
prepared to be baked the next day. Naruto was glad that the red head
decided to be a little more helpful after their first day working
together, it almost seemed like Gaara was doing it out of guilt. He
placed the glass cleaner back in it's place next to the sink, and
knelt down searching for the all-purpose cleaner to wipe down the
tables outside. His back stiffened when he heard a soft groan from
behind him. The blond slowly turned his head to look over his
shoulder, afraid of what he might see. There, standing with a ball
of cookie dough in one gloved hand and a scoop in the other, was
Gaara, a lust filled glaze over his sea-green eyes.

“Fuck...why
do you have to be such a fucking tease?” the red head growled
lecherously, and Naruto, with a rose tint flushing his bronze cheeks,
realized that he had been staring at the blond's jean clad backside,
“When are you gonna let me fuck that sweet ass of yours?”

The
blond narrowed azure eyes, “When Hell freezes over,” was
the smart retort. Naruto rose from his position handling the spay
bottle of all-purpose cleaner as if it were mace, “Why can't
you find someone else to pester for sex? Maybe a nice 'girl'?”
It was strange trying to encourage someone not to be gay when he was
gay himself.

“Had
pussy last week, wasn't worth it. I prefer a tight ass,” Gaara
turned back to what he was doing as he spoke, “and I want
yours. Just seeing it when you walk gets me hard.”

“Well,
then don't look at it!” Naruto retorted as he marched out of
the back of the shop back towards the front.

“It's
kinda hard not to when it's right there sticking out in my face!”
he heard the red head yelled as the blond made his way to the bistro
tables out side to clean them. He rolled his sapphire eyes at
Gaara's reply, and continued with his work. After ten minutes, he
had finished the last table and had done an about face to return to
the back, when a startled yelp escaped his lips. There leaning
against the door frame was Gaara with a pleased smirk on his face.
Was he looking at his ass, again???

“Has
anyone ever told you that you look sexy when you pout?” the tip
of the red heads tongue slid across his lips, as the blond opened and
closed his mouth in a fish-like motion.

“Gaara!
You asshole!” Naruto almost screamed at the top of his lungs,
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Sorry,
not into necro,” Once more twisting words to the perverse, “You
can't say you don't enjoy the attention, Blondie. Whenever you know
I'm watching at you, you're hips sway a little more than normal when
you walk. I think you like it when I'm staring at your ass.”

“Get
over yourself,” Naruto flung the rag he was using to wipe the
tables over his shoulder, he was beginning to get sick and tired of
the red head's antics, “Read My Lips: I'm-Not-Interested! I'm
happily married and plan to stay that way!” Happily married??
What a crock of shit!

“Hey,
your wife doesn't have to know about it, you know?” Gaara was
mere inches away from him, and the blond could feel the goth's breath
ghosting on his ear, “Who knows? You might actually enjoy it,”
a tongue darted out of the red head's mouth licking the shell of
Naruto's ear.

“Get
off me, you hentai!” the blond shoved the younger man away,
trying to hide the semi-hard bulge protruding through his jeans, “And
I have a 'husband', not a 'wife'!” As those words slipped from
the blond's lips, his azure eyes widened in realization, and a tan
hand clasped over his mouth. Gaara had no idea he was gay, and to
top that off, there would be a lot of questions that the red head
would want answered. “Damnit,” Naruto hissed under his
breath.

“You're
married to a 'man'?” the red head raised his pierced shaved
brow, “I thought gay marriage was illegal in Konoha.”

“Well,”
the blond began, as he nervously wrung his hands; how the hell was he
gonna get out of this, then it hit him. A mischievous vulpine grin
graced Naruto's lips, “Not if you're legally female.”

“WHAT
THE FUCK?!” the red heads eyes went unbelievably wide and his
jaw hung open. Good, perfect reaction, “You mean to tell me
you're a transsexual?”

“No,
baka,” Naruto's azure orbs spared him another roll,
“Technically, I'm neither man nor woman; I'm an intersexual, a
hermaphrodite. My father was overseas in the army, and my mother
listed me as a female until he came back and they decided what gender
they wanted me to be. So legally, I'm a female. I can even get
pregnant like a female. In fact, I have three kids. But
psychologically, I am a male,” the blond sniffed, then walk
past a stunned goth to return to the back of the shop, then added
with a smirk, “a 100% flaming gay male.”

“Pfft!
You're so full of shit!” Gaara shook his head in disbelief,
following the blond to the back.

“Don't
believe me?” the blond turned around, facing the red head who
was shaking his head to the negative. Naruto lifted his shirt above
his navel and lowered his jeans slightly to show a huge scar beneath
his abdomen and right above blond pubic hair, “That was from a
cesarean, my youngest was turned the wrong way and I couldn't birth
her naturally.”

“That
doesn't mean shit,” Gaara scoffed still unconvinced, “You
could have gotten that scar from any kind of abdominal surgery. But
I wouldn't mind seeing more skin though,” he added trying to
see down the blond's jeans.

“Gaara,”
Naruto stared the red head straight into his aqua-green eyes, as he
replaced his tee shirt down over his stomach, “As long as
you've known me, do you honestly think I would lie about something as
outrageous as this?”

The
red head narrowed his eyes at the blond as if trying to find
microscopic evidence that the older man was lying, and his eyes
widened with realization, “You're fucking serious!”

“Finally!”
Naruto heaved an exasperated sigh, and turned back around retracing
his path towards his destination, quite pleased with himself. Maybe
the red head would get off his back.

“Well,
I'll be damned! I knew there was something different about you.
You're like a dream come true!” the blond froze mid step, that
was not the response he was expecting. He was expecting the red head
to call him a freak. Naruto turned to see a smirking red headed goth
eying him from head to toe, “A hot sex god and a baby factory
all rolled into one. Where the hell have you been all my life?”

“Damnit,”
the blond's head dropped in disappointment; he had just made things
worse. But what he hadn't counted on, was Sasuke arriving to pick
him up from work early. The raven had seen the blond expose his
abdomen to the red head, earning Naruto a third trip to the ER,
because the raven had caught him “cheating”. It had
taken some major convincing on Naruto's part for Sasuke to allow him
to continue working at the Shougi House.

*End
Flashback*

Yes,
Naruto totally regretted opening his big mouth. Not because Gaara
was finding excuses to 'accidentally' molest him during work, but
because Sasuke called every 10 minutes wanting to know what the blond
was doing, who was there with him, and to let the blond know he was
being watched. It was a complete nightmare, and the constant flow of
phone calls from the possessive Uchiha was driving Shikamaru up the
wall.

As
Shikamaru walked through the shop's entrance carrying a bundle under
his arm, he studied the blond, who currently was banging his forehead
against the counter, as well as the right upper arm that was in a
cast. The brunette knew something was definitely not right and he
had his suspicions of what was going on between the blond and his
husband, but nothing to confirm it. The possessiveness that Sasuke
exuded with the constant phone calls, the multiple injuries that
Naruto came to work with, the blond's insistence that he was just
that naturally clumsy; they were all red flags. The only problem was
when his suspicions were indeed confirmed, how would he go about
confronting the blond about it? It was much too troublesome to come
up with a way to confront Naruto without making him feel cornered or
uncomfortable. He'd get Gaara to do it; problem solved.

The
brunette approached the counter, that Naruto was currently banging
his head on, “Are you trying to give yourself a headache or are
you trying for brain damage? 'Cause if it's brain damage you want,
you could always go piss Gaara off.”

“Hey,
Shika,” the blond lifted his head from the counter and gave the
brunette a wry smile.

“Hey,
baka, day shift is over. Go home already,” Gaara appeared from
the back, wearing a dark red shirt that said “I Have One Nerve
Left And Your Getting On It”. He slowly glided towards Naruto,
eying the blonds rear, that was sticking out as the blond leaned over
the counter, just begging to be dry humped. The red head bit his lip
to hold back a moan of pleasure when he rocked his hips against
Naruto's backside, grinding his hard, clothed protrusion against the
blue-eyed man's jean clad rump and eliciting a displeased whimper
from the blond, “Sorry, Blondie...I guess I kinda tripped into
you.”

“I
really would appreciate it if you would stop doing that,” the
blond grunted, laying his forehead back on the counter, flustered
because of the semi hard on the red head's molestation elicited, “I'm
in enough trouble with Sasuke as it is.”

“Don't
you ever get tired of being that asshole's bitch?” Gaara
leaned up against the counter, propping his head on his fist while
using the fingers of his free hand to tickle the side of Naruto's tan
cheek, “Dump his ass and be my bitch. Hell, I might even let
you be seme once in a while...maybe.”

The
elder man swatted the red heads hand away in irritation, ignoring the
red head's blunt advances, and lifted his head from the counter,
sapphire orbs focusing on the brunette, “Oi, Shika! What's in
the package?”

“I'm
glad you asked, Naruto,” Shikamaru gave him a grin that said
'about time someone noticed'. The blond merely rolled his eyes,
He was just waiting for someone to say something, wasn't he? The
lazy bastard. “I had these
ordered two months ago and the troublesome company just sent them. I
thought it would make us look more professional.”

The
brown-eyed manager untied the parcel and inside was a large set of
tee shirts with the Shougi House logo, a cup of steaming coffee.
Both the blond and the red head gaped at the ugly green shirts in
disgust.

“No.
Fucking. Way.” Gaara's nose wrinkled as if he had smelt
something revolting, “There's no way I'm wearing that shit!”

“You
have to. It's the uniform,” Shikamaru deadpanned, a frown
marring his handsome features.

“I
don't have to do shit,” Gaara spoke in that deep, smooth,
monotone, showing his disinterest, “So, what you gonna do about
it? Fire me? Go ahead.”

Naruto
rolled his eyes and lay his forehead again against the counter, Not
this again... He pushed himself
up off the counter and heaved a sigh of exasperation. It was a weekly
ritual: Gaara and Shikamaru would have a disagreement in which Gaara
would challenge Shikamaru to terminate him and Shikamaru would back
down, because he 'promised his girlfriend' to keep Gaara off the
streets. But this time seemed to be different; this time, the
brunette stubbornly refused to be bated.

“You
know I can't do that. But you will wear this shirt,” Shikamaru
crossed his arms across his chest, “Or do I have to tell your
brother, Kankuro, about that incident that happened with you three
months ago?”

The
red head froze, aqua-green eyes widened. Naruto examined the
expression on his co-worker's face. Gaara looked almost...scared.
He wondered what the red head had done back then that was so bad that
he didn't want his brother to know about it. Then he remembered the
red head had said he used to deal. Did he go back to dealing drugs
again? Did he start dealing at the Shougi House??

“Shika,
that's playing dirty,” The blond commented, earning the
attention of both the brunette and the red head, as if they had only
realized that he was still there, “You shouldn't black mail
someone into doing something you want them to do. It's wrong. And
it was three months ago. He hasn't dealt drugs since, has he?”

“What...?”
Gaara and Shikamaru questioned in unison, incredulous looks directed
towards the blond and he cowered beneath their glares slightly.

“Sorry,
I'll just...” Naruto slowly started backing away from the pair,
“I'll just go to the back.”

“Wait
a minute,” the red head gripped the older man's arm to prevent
him from leaving the area, “You thought I dealt drugs all this
time?”

“Well...yeah,”
the blond blushed and timidly averted his azure blue eyes, “You
said that you made more money 'dealing' in a day than you make here
in a week, so I assumed...”

“You
assumed I was a drug dealer,” Non-existent brows rose upwards
in amusement at the blond's naivety, “When you assume
something, it makes an ass out of you. I was a Blackjack dealer at a
casino called Sand Castle in Suna. I've never dealt drugs.”

“No,
you just use them,” the brunette again deadpanned, and a hurt
expression crossed the red head's face briefly before converting back
to his mask of indifference.

“I've
been clean for three months,” Gaara almost growled not taking
his eyes from Naruto, who was in a stunned, mute state at Shikamaru's
declaration.

“But
for how long, Gaara?” the brunette raised his thin eyebrows in
query, “You know what Kankuro said. If he finds out you've
been using again one more time, it's off to Yuki Rehab Center, even
if he has to take you kicking and screaming. And you know how upset
Temari will be if she finds out that you used heroin here at work.”

After
everything said from the pair had all sunk in, Naruto came out of his
stupor. He remembered his adopted brother, Sai, and how bad off he
had been hooked on cocaine. He had finally agreed to go to rehab
after a near death experience from an overdose of the drug. Sai had
confided in the blond that he had been using it because he wanted to
“feel something”. He had gotten no support from their
Chichiue or Tou-san, but Naruto continued to encourage and support
him on his difficult road of recovery.

He
glanced with a swell of anger over at the brunette, who glared
defiantly at Gaara, “Oi, Shika, lay off!” Shikamaru's
chocolate brown orbs widened in surprise as if he hadn't expected the
blond to speak up. “You should be encouraging him, not
browbeating him! Recovery from drugs is difficult and the last thing
he needs is someone antagonizing him!” The blond then snatched
one of the uniform shirts off the counter and headed towards the back
with two sets of eyes following him, chocolate staring in surprise at
his outburst, and sea-green in shock of being defended for once,
“I'll be in the bathroom changing into my shitty uniform
shirt!”

Once
in the bathroom, Naruto had much difficulty shedding his blue tee
shirt, but finally managed to get it off. He paused a moment to
examine the many large bruises along his torso. He looked like a
leper, there were so many. The blond was moving to grab the ugly
green uniform shirt when the bathroom door burst open.

“Hey,
Blondie! Since you're gonna wear the shirt, I might as...”
Gaara immediately silenced, a shocked glare at the blond before him,
“Holy...Shit! Shika! Come look at this!”

“What
the hell is it now? So damn troublesome,” Shikamaru half
mumbled as he appeared behind the redhead. When brown eyes focused
on the blond before Gaara, he stumbled backwards, “...the
hell?”

Naruto
suddenly realized that they were glaring not at him, but his bruises.
A feeling of terror shot through him, “Wait, I can explain.”

“Explain
what?” Sea-green eyes were ablaze with choler, and the blond
found himself cowering uncontrollably at the furious gaze, “Who
did this? Did that bastard of a husband do this to you? I'll
fucking kill him!”

“NO!”
a voice that sounded too weak to be his own emitted from the blond's
lips in a frightened yell. Naruto suddenly realized the strangeness,
the change from being a confident man to a timid and unsure, little
weakling. What had happened to him? He hadn't ever been this
fragile before. Where had his fight gone? The azure eyed man
composed himself, willing back the tears that threatened to fall as
he pulled the uniform shirt over his head, covering the bruises,
“It's my problem. I can handle it.”

“You
can handle it?” the red head questioned unconvinced, arching
his pierced brow as he continued, his words dripping with sarcasm,
“Yeah, looks like you've handled it well so far.”

Narrowed
sapphire eyes pierced through Gaara with fury, “Why don't you
mind your own fucking business!” and the red head and brunette
were shoved roughly to the side as the furious blond pushed past
them, exiting the bathroom.

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It
was near closing, Gaara was placing trays of unbaked cookies on the
metal baking wrack, every so often casting worried glances at Naruto.
The blond in question was standing at the sink scrubbing the display
pans that previously exhibited the coffee shop's pastries. The
azure eyed angel, as Gaara often thought of him, had not spoken a
single word to the goth since the occurrence in the bathroom a few
hours prior. The red head didn't understand why he felt so strongly
about the blond, almost protective. He had never felt like this in
his previous liaisons. He never cared about anyone or anything, just
like he felt that no one cared for him. He didn't think Kankuro
cared, he was just keeping his little brother out of trouble so he
wouldn't look bad to the other officers on the force. Temari only
played at being the caring sister because she was still afraid of the
red head. He did, after all, almost kill her last boyfriend. No one
cared for him like he cared for no one. So, why did he care now,
about this one person he barely knew, this one person who had stood
up for him earlier when no one ever had. It made him feel wanted for
the first time in his life and the feeling of being wanted was
addictive. He wanted more; he wanted Naruto. He wanted to keep him
all to himself and not let anyone else touch him. It was a first for
him; his relationships never lasted more than a few days. But he
wanted this to last, this strange connection he had with the blond
that he never realized was there...until that moment.

A
sigh broke the silence, pulling Gaara from his profound thoughts, and
aqua-green orbs focused on the azure blue before him, “Gaara,
can I ask you something, if you don't mind?”

“That
all depends,” the red head crossed his arms, letting out a
breath he didn't know he was holding, but still managing to keep his
mask in place, “Quid pro Quo. You ask a question, I answer it,
and you have to answer one of mine, okay?”

“Fair
enough,” the blond nodded, then averted his eyes to stare at
the concrete flooring of the kitchen, “When...did you start
using?”

“When
I was 13,” Gaara deadpanned, “My turn. When did he start
beating you?”

Naruto
began chewing on his lip, not sure if he should answer. If he did
and Sasuke found out he had said something to someone about what went
on in their home, the blond would surely regret it. But he had
agreed to answer any question that Gaara had, and the blond never
went back on his word, “A couple of months ago...first time,
was over money...it just got worse,” Naruto's brows furrowed
at horrible memories, then his head jerked upwards, azure meeting
sea-green, “But he's just been frustrated and overstressed
lately. He'll calm down over time.”

“Stop
giving him excuses!” The red head growled, and the blond
flinched at his tone, “There is no excuse for what he did, what
he's doing! Your his husband and he's supposed to be caring for you,
not beating you to a bloody pulp!”

The
blond lowered his head ashamedly, Gaara was right. Sasuke had no
right to hit him, and yet Naruto continued to allow him to do it
repeatedly, “I'm sorry.”

“Why
are you apologizing?” a pale hand caressed the side of the
blond's face, and his azure orbs widened in surprise, as a pale face
leaned close to his, kohl lined aqua-green eyes peering into his own,
“You have nothing to apologize for.”

Lips
brushed against the older man's own as the goth's mouth enveloped his
pink plump lips. A tickle was felt on his bottom lip as the tip
Gaara's tongue danced across it, asking for entrance. Naruto opened
his mouth to protest the sudden kiss, but it gave the red head an
opportunity to thrust the pliable muscle into his mouth. The blond's
azure eyes fluttered closed, his tanned cheeks flushing a rosy color,
and his knees began to tremble beneath him as the younger man
explored every crevice of his mouth. He could practically taste the
cinnamon and peppermint on the breath of the sea-green eyed man.
Naruto felt his back pressed against the Sheetrock wall of the back
kitchen, as the goth eased his knee between the sapphire eyed man's
legs and gently pressed against the blond's semi swollen member
through the denim fabric.

Naruto
gasped at the gentle caress of Gaara's knee, tan hands resting on the
pale goth's chest, momentarily lost in a state of mindless bliss. In
his mind, the blond knew that this was wrong, that he shouldn't be
kissing someone that was not Sasuke, but his heart, as he felt it
pound painfully as if it were trying to break through his chest, told
him that it was right, that he deserved this moment of pleasure. A
internal battle began between the two, the mind winning out. He
pulled from the kiss and forcefully pushed the younger man away.

“I
can't...” Naruto panted, his tan face still flushed with rose,
“I can't do this!”

“Why
not?” Gaara moved back towards the blond, resting his pale
forehead against a tan one, “Don't you ever wonder what it's
like to be with someone who doesn't hurt you all the time?”

“This
isn't right,” Sapphire eyes squeezed closed, forbidding the
tears that threatened to fall, “I love Sasuke...and he loves
me.”

Aqua-green
eyes narrowed as the red headed goth pulled away, pulling off his
apron and roughly tossing it into the laundry bin, “Let me tell
you a little story,” he began not turning to show the hurt in
his face as he was having difficulty in keeping his mask up, “My
sister, Temari, has an ex-boyfriend that used to beat the hell out of
her. She said that was the only thing that let her know he loved
her. Me and Kankuro kept telling her she needed to get out of that
relationship, but she wouldn't listen. Said she loved him and he
loved her. Well, after a few months into the relationship, she had
to spend two weeks in the ICU because he almost 'loved' her to
death.”

Naruto
chewed his bottom lip; he shouldn't have felt guilty for pushing
away, and yet it was there. Gaara's kiss, his caress, his touch felt
more than just lust or desire. It had underlying emotion, as if it
were pouring out of every pore of the pale man's skin. And the blond
would be lying if he had said that it hadn't felt good. Actually,
good was an understatement; the goth's touch was phenomenal! He
hadn't been touched like that in...hell, years. Lately, all Sasuke
did was grope when he wanted sex and the sex was pure lust on the
raven's end. Naruto didn't feel the love in their 'love making'
anymore. When did that happen?

“So,
you have kids, right?” Gaara's smooth deep voice pulled the
azure eyed man out of his musings, his eyes focusing on Gaara as the
goth gave him a sideways glance, and the blond nodded, “Have
you even considered that he might end up hurting one of them?”

A
red tint flared on the tan face as the older man glared at the goth
incredulously, “Sasuke would never EVER hurt one of our
children! You don't even know him and you're making a judgment based
on a few bruises?! I said it before and I'll say it again! Mind
your own fucking business!” With that said, Naruto, in a
furious movement, roughly pulled off his apron and tossed it harshly
in Gaara's direction, wide aqua-green eyes following the older man as
he exited the kitchen.

Entering
the manger's office, Naruto lifted the receiver of the office phone,
placing it against his tan ear and began dialing his home number.
After about a minute or two, there was an answer.

“Moshi
Moshi!” a small little voice said on the other end and Naruto
nearly fell to the floor. I thought Sasuke was watching the
kids...He knows Namida isn't allowed to play with the phone.

“Namida,
baby, put Daddy on the phone,” his voice came softly, though
slightly annoyed.

“Yosh!”
Namida exclaimed with a giggle, and the next thing that Naruto knew
he was listening to a dial tone. The blond heaved an aggravated sigh
and began dialing the number again. This time it was the raven that
answered.

“Naruto?”
came the curt, unfeeling voice on the other end of the receiver.

“I'm
ready to go,” he replied to the Uchiha, biting back a nag about
Namida being on the phone before. He really didn't want to put his
dark-haired husband in a bad mood tonight.

“Hn.”
was Sasuke's response before again hearing a dial tone.

Naruto
replaced the receiver, grabbed his punch card, clocked out, and
exited the office, maneuvering around the cashier's counter and
towards the outside. He sat down at one of the bistro tables,
staring out at the parking lot waiting for his husband to arrive. As
he sat there, he mused over the kiss that he and the red headed goth
shared, a pang of guilt causing his chest to tighten. He had enjoyed
it, wanted it. This was the first time he had ever been truly
unfaithful to Sasuke. As much as he loathed to admit it, he had
been. But he came to the decision quickly that it would be the last
time. He loved the teme, they were just going through a rough patch
at the moment. Every couple went through times like this, didn't
they?

“Hey,”
Gaara's smooth monotoned voice startled the blond out of his musings,
“I didn't mean to be harsh, but I was just telling it like it
is. One of these days, you're gonna end up in a fight and one of the
kids will get hurt. If you don't get away from him for yourself, at
least do it for the sake of your kids.”

The
older man gave the goth a sideways glance, before turning his focus
on the parking lot again with a soft, “Hmpf!”

The
young goth heaved a dejected sigh as he fished out a pack of Marlboro
Red's, slipping the filter of a cigarette slightly past his lips and
lighting it. He inhaled deeply, breathing out white wisps of smoke
through his nose before inhaling again. He couldn't understand why
anyone would want to hurt such a lovable person like Naruto. He was
friendly, understanding, and warm...most of the time. Just bring up
the subject about the abuse the blond was going though was enough to
set the older man off. Why couldn't he see that this relationship
was destructive and could possibly kill him? Naruto was actually
lying to himself by saying things would get better. Gaara shook his
head with a sigh, I guess love is blind, as they say.
That's why I never want to fall in love.

The
younger man stared intently at the blond as he puffed away on the
half smoked cigarette. Another sideways glance, “Those are
gonna kill you, you know?”

“Hn.
Don't be offended that I quote you in saying 'Mind your own fucking
business',” was the curt, emotionless reply. That got the
older man's full attention, azure orbs wide as saucers and pink plump
lips agape with incredulous shock. His jaw moved up and down in a
fish like motion as if he were trying to form words to retort but
could not. The goth only smirked, taking a last draw off of the
cigarette and flicking it towards the pavement. Naruto growled.

“Asshole!”
the young blond turned away, crossing his arms over his chest,
leaning in the bistro chair with the most adorable pout Gaara had
ever seen gracing the older man's face. It took all of his will
power for him not to drag the blond angel to the alley near the
coffee house and ravish the hell out of him. He was still sporting
the boner the blond had given him earlier when they had kissed. He
ran long pale fingers through unruly red hair, glancing up only to
narrow his eyes as blinding headlights entered the parking lot. He
gazed at the make of the vehicle. It was a Midnight Blue Metallic
Porsche 911 Turbo that parked in front of the Shougi House and the
goth gaped as the blond rose from the bistro chair and made his way
towards the expensive sports car. Naruto's husband owns a
Porsche? What the hell? If they have that kind of money, why the
hell is Naruto working 'here'?

Naruto
opened the passenger side door of the midnight blue Porsche, but
spoke before getting in, a wide grin gracing his handsome bronze
face, “Hey, Sasuke-koi. How was your day? Did the kids
behave?”

“Hn.”
Azure eyes noticed the grip of pale hands tightening around the
steering wheel and Naruto bit his bottom lip; his raven husband was
in one of his moods and the blond knew he needed to tread lightly for
the rest of the night if he wanted to avoid the Uchiha's wrath, “Get
in the car, dobe. I don't have time for your idiotic chatter.”

What
occurred next happened so fast, Naruto felt as if he was thrust into
fast forward. Gaara had suddenly come out of nowhere, it seemed,
gripped Sasuke by the collar of his dark blue button up shirt and
dragged him forcefully out the driver's side window. The red headed
goth then proceeded to pound his pale fist into the ravens face, all
the while spouting vicious curses directed at said man. Sapphire
eyes widened and soon the blond was trying to pull the murderous goth
away with his good arm.

“Stop
it, Gaara! Stop!” Naruto tugged roughly on the pale arm of the
enraged goth, aqua-green eyes glanced momentarily into azure blue,
then, narrowing into thin slits, turned back to onyx orbs.

“If
you ever lay a hand on him again, I'll kill you!” Gaara emitted
a low aggressive growl, “If you so much as slap him, that will
be the last thing you ever do!”

The
Uchiha glared emotionlessly into aqua-green eyes, then gave a
sideways glance towards the blond, a dangerous tone tainting his deep
voice, “You told him I beat you?”

A
shock of terror flooded through the young blond, his eyes widening in
fear as he shook his head indicating the negative.

“He
didn't have to tell me.” The youngest of the three pulled the
Uchiha's attention back towards him with a low growl, “It's
fucking obvious that you do.”

“I
see,” Sasuke gripped the wrist of the pale hand that was
holding the collar of his shirt and tossed it to the side roughly. He
swiped a hand down the front of his shirt to straighten the wrinkles
and made his way back to the drivers side of the Porsche. He opened
the door, but before getting in he glared pointedly at the blond as
if promising dire punishment, “Since you seem to enjoy
embarrassing me by spinning lies about me for attention, you can find
your own way home.” with that said, he entered the vehicle,
closing the door.

“Sasuke!”
Naruto called to him rushing to the passenger side door, only to find
it locked. Panic surged through his body as he pounded on the window
with an opened tan hand, “Sasuke, don't leave me here! Sasuke,
please!” The pleading fell on deaf ears as the midnight blue
Porsche pulled away from the parking lot leaving a sobbing blond man
behind.

It
was the first time that Gaara had ever seen Naruto cry, and he made a
mental note that he never wanted to see him cry again. How much he
wanted to wrap his pale arms around the older man, to kiss away those
heart breaking tears, to kiss him passionately like the kiss they had
shared before, and to... Gaara shook the wanton thoughts away and
moved towards the young blond to place a comforting hand on his
shoulder.

“Don't
touch me!” came the venom laced growl as the blond jerked away
from the red head's touch. Naruto turned to face him with contempt
in his red, tear filled eyes, “You just had to make things
worse, didn't you? Why can't you just leave me the fuck alone!”

As
he watched the young blond walk towards a pay phone, a harsh
tightening in the goth's chest made itself known. It happened every
time Naruto spoke to him that way. Why? Why should I care
what he says? I've never cared before, so why now?

Naruto
dug into his denim pockets once he arrived at the pay phone,
searching for correct change, tears still flowing down his cheeks.
He had really screwed up this time. He only hoped that the raven
would have calmed down once the blond arrived home. He lifted the
receiver, placing it to his ear, then inserted the coins into the
narrow slot and began dialing a number.

“What?”
came the monotoned voice at the other end of the line.

“Aniki...”
Naruto barely got out before sobbing once more.

“Naruto?”
a slight hint of concern that Sai only reserved for those who he
deemed worthy of his emotions, which was only his brother Naruto,
“What's wrong, Otouto? Are you crying?”

“Would
you come...pick me up...and take me home?” the blond managed
between sobs, “Please?”

“Yeah,
No problem,” the concern still tinted the normally emotionless
raven, “Where are you?”

“The
Shougi House...next to...Konoha Grocery,”

“Alright,
I'll be right there! Just hold tight!” a dial tone and Naruto
replaced the receiver. He turned and leaned back against the brick
wall of the store, his hand covering his mouth and muffling his sobs.
He slid down the wall into a sitting position. Why are things only
getting worse?

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A/N:
Well, that's it for now. GAH!! Today is my birthday...I feel so
old. That's it! I'm staying 29 for the rest of my life!! I will
never turn the big 3-0! I wonder what Sasuke was up to when Namida
answered the phone...*knows but isn't telling*. And the next
chapter, we will find out who the real liar is! Ja ne!
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