Everything He Ever Wanted (naruto version)

Sango: okay, so i apologize for leaving it as it was, but its not gonna get better...on the contrary...much more suspence...



also: we're having trouble finding out what to do with all those cookies... CHIBI sango is a selfish wench that wont share...so she's thinking about making a cookie house where she can live and frolic and if she were hungry, she'd take a bite out of the wall ....and also thanks for the cow....endless milk



gosh....





so i was thinking....i could make an extra smut scene...like the one tachimaru-san wanted...what should i do...?



while i contemplate, enjoy





on with the fic













12



Gaara woke up slowly, the sands of sleep trying to push him back into its too comfortable embrace. That was the best sleep he’s had in a long time—actually he’d never slept like that before. That dream had been so realistic and so sticky; he knew there would be laundry to do today. He really needed help if that had been a dream. He was about to stretch when he noticed something was…off. There was a weight on his waist and leg. His cats didn’t usually sleep on him and they didn’t weigh that much. Had he been overfeeding Light again?...



He opened his teal eyes and was met by a head of sunny blonde hair that definitely did not belong to any of his cats. Surely this was part of his dream… He lifted his head to peer down and see who that head belonged to—surely it couldn’t be who he thought it was, when a gruff voice mumbled something behind him and a strong arm pulled him deeper into a warm embrace. The arm that was on his waist pulled tighter and it was like a shock as he finally realized what’d happened.



‘I slept with all of them.’ He remembered his eyes impossibly wide. His first instinct was to scramble away from them andscream, but he managed to calm down enough that he didn’t move and the sound came out a strangled whimper. As Shikamaru hugged Gaara tighter, Naruto followed his movement, not wanting to miss the warmth of Gaara’s body.



The guitarist raised his head once more and was met with Neji’s gaze, who had awoken at Gaara’s slightest movement; he was an extremely light sleeper. Neji gave him a small smile, and it calmed the redhead considerably.



“I’ll make breakfast.” Neji offered, slowly disentangling himself from Sasuke’s possessive embrace.



“Wait.” Gaara said a little too loudly, his hand coming up quickly over his mouth, an apologetic look on his face.



“It’s okay. You’re going to be extremely sore. And it doesn’t look like they’ll be letting you go any time soon.”



Somehow, Gaara felt that Neji’s words had double meaning.



A few minutes later after Neji went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, Sasuke stirred turning towards Neji’s now missing body. Falling onto the bed instead of pressing up against the older guitarist, Sasuke jerked awake. His obsidian eyes were heavy with sleep as he looked around, meeting Gaara’s amused gaze.



“Hey.” Sasuke said, his voice hoarse with sleep. “Where’d he go?” The question was answered when Neji came out of the bathroom sporting one of Gaara’s shirts-where had be gotten that from?- and a pair of shorts that looked so weird on him…that shade of red did not go with his pale skin, Gaara mused. Neji looked over at the bed and blinked, surprised, then smiled softly, leaving the room and heading towards the kitchen.



“Ugh! Morning people.” Sasuke said disdainfully, even as he was heaving himself off the bed, oblivious to the fact that it was no where near morning. It was almost twilight again.



“You could sleep more if you want.” Gaara whispered, knowing he was staring but not caring as Sasuke stretched his long body before him. Having slept without a shirt, Gaara was given a great view of the bassist’s smooth pale lean torso, the muscles rippling underneath, the bones popping into their sockets loud in the quiet room.



“Nah. He’s already awake and’s probably gonna wake me up anyways. Besides we have…things to talk about.” Sasuke said right before he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the guitarist alone with that loaded statement.



Yeah, they had a lot to talk about.



Gaara tried to move slowly, not wanting to wake the other two men practically sleeping on him. He shifted his leg and froze as a sharp sting raced up and down his spine, making white flash behind his lids.



‘This is what virgins feel like after their first time?’ Gaara wondered, somewhat shocked at his own thoughts. He tried to move again, the pain still there, but it began to dull the more he moved, as he got used to the pain. He pulled Shikamaru’s arm from around his waist and lifted Naruto’s leg from atop his own pushing the latter away gently until he fell on his back, giving him enough room to move. Gaara followed, rolling onto his stomach and was attempting to get on his knees when another sharp stab reminded him of yesterday, making him whimper in pain. He tried pushing his upper body off the bed, but his arms gave out as he tried to move kneel again. He hissed in pain, his eyes watering slightly.



‘Damn, this is enough to make me swear off sex.’ He thought, but knew it was an empty threat. There was no way that was going to happen…he hadn’t even felt Shikamaru inside. Hmm…maybe if that happened first….? He shook his head, knowing his mental rambling was just a way to distract him from the pain.



He tried to shift his leg once more, grinding his teeth against the stinging pain that turned into an annoying throb as he tried to ignore it. He was almost completely off the bed when Sasuke came out of the bathroom wearing only the jeans he had on the previous day. He stopped to stare at the turtle like movements of the guitarist. Every move he made was precise and meticulous.



“You’ll grow algae on your back at that speed.”



Gaara gasped as he suddenly jerked at Sasuke’s voice. “This is all your fault, so don’t laugh at me.” Even though he had his back to the bassist, he could feel the smirk on the raven’s face, could hear it in his voice as he said,



“You’re welcome.”



“You cocky bastard.”



“Why, yes I am.”



“Stop turning everything I say into something lewd.” Gaara huffed indignantly, his cheeks flaring as he was finally off the bed. He took slow steps, planting his feet very slowly and trying his hardest not to jar his throbbing body.



“It’s your own fault you know. If you weren’t such a good little virgin, I wouldn’t have fucked you so hard.” Sasuke said, still looking at the guitarist but not doing anything to help him, the other’s discomfort very entertaining.



“Sasuke!” the redhead gasped scandalously.



“Don’t worry. I’m in love with Neji. He’s the only one that has to suffer Tako-san’s wrath from now on.” With that the bassist left leaving a shocked Gaara to stare after him, seemingly oblivious to the bomb he had set off. Sasuke had just said that he was in love with Neji. Huge OMG moment. Gaara shook his head, mumbling to himself something about ‘crazy, horny bassists having nicknames for their dicks’ as he made his way to the bathroom.



Now, he knew he wasn’t dirty, had managed to get out all the cum from inside, the enema from last night being precaution, but Gaara didn’t go anywhere without taking a shower, always taking them first thing in the morning. The steamy water relaxed his achingly tense muscles and he yelped as he arched his spine to have the water hit his lower back. Dammit! He arched his back again, this time ready for the pain and pushing his limits until it dulled slightly. He leaned against the opposite wall of the shower stall, letting the water beat down on his aching lower back and ass. Twenty minutes later he stepped out of the bathroom slowly, getting used to walking again. He changed into shorts and a shirt as quickly as he could and limped to the kitchen, only to find Sasuke and Neji in an intimate embrace. Gaara stayed frozen at the kitchen door, embarrassed to having interrupted. Neji pulled away from Sasuke, bashfully staring at the interesting floor pattern, a blush staining his cheeks—embarrassment at being caught. He snapped out of it quickly, however, and returned to making dinner.



“Are you feeling okay, Gaara-kun?” Neji asked a bit concerned for the younger guitarist.



Gaara snorted. “I can barely walk. But other than that, I feel great.” He ended, a grin breaking out over his face. Neji smiled back, a knowing look on his face. He himself was limping, but he concealed it better even if he was very sore, being more experienced than the younger man—Gaara had been a virgin last night, something the older guitarist had helped end.



Neji took a deep breath and went to get plates to serve them all, placing rice in its respective bowl, having fried fish, something he’d seen in an American cooking channel. He liked trying new things, and while his friends weren’t opposed to it, they were wary as to Neji’s tastes. Gaara stayed standing near the island, having tried sitting and deciding against it.



“You. Here. Now.” Neji said to Sasuke who looked at him with a raised brow.



“What?” he asked, knowing but not really wanting to.



“Don’t ‘what’ me. Get over here and help.” With a long weary sigh Sasuke grudgingly got up form his stool and helped Neji serve their meal. Gaara could only stare as he saw the two work around the other as if having their movements synchronized and attuned to each other.



‘These two are perfect for each other.’ Gaara thought in awe. Then a pang of guilt hit.



“I’m sorry.” He whispered. Both Sasuke and Neji stopped moving.



“What?” Neji asked, worry apparent in his face and voice at the tone of Gaara’s voice.



“I’m sorry.” He repeated. “I knew you two really liked each other and yet I made you… what happened yesterday…” Before he could continue Sasuke stopped him.



“You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, you got rid of a lot of sexual tension between us.” Neji elbowed him in the ribs, giving him a dirty look. That was not the way to say it. Gaara couldn’t compute what Sasuke said, unable to believe what he’d heard; that they weren’t blaming him for spoiling their chances of being happy together.



“But I ruined your chances of being together.”



“Oh, get over yourself Gaara.” Sasuke scoffed.



“Sasuke!” Neji gasped, a scandalous look on his face. Gaara looked like he got smacked.



“You’ve ruined nothing. If anything, what happened had made me see how much more I care about Neji. I care about all of you, but I love Neji. And starting today, I’m not sharing him with anyone.” He supported his last statement by circling Neji’s waist with his arms, passionately kissing the shocked guitarist.



Gaara stared in shock. Will wonders never cease? Sasuke had just professed his love for Neji with the redhead as witness. The words slowly sank in and Gaara’s face was a collage of every emotion he felt as he processed everything Sasuke had said. He played every possible scenario in his mind of the things he would retort as his emotions shifted: anger, hurt, befuddlement—he didn’t understand why they didn’t hate him. Then he replayed once more everything Sasuke had said, reading between the lines, so to speak.



Oh, that’s why.



‘Ah! See, talking makes everything better.’ A voice said somewhere in his mind and he had to agree, it was right.



After a few minutes of companionable silence, contemplation and getting his internal turmoil settled, Gaara sighed, a genuine smile, though small, gracing his lips.



“I’m happy for you two.” He said sincerely. The blush staining Neji’s cheeks was enough to assure Gaara that the bassist’s feelings were returned.



A furry pressure against his leg made him look down and see Sunset. He waned to pick her up, but knew it would be unwise in his current condition.



“Hey, baby. You hungry?” Gaara crooned at the feline, always pampering his cats. He was answered by a pitiful mewl as the cat started rubbing against his leg more firmly. Gaara slowly made his way to the other side of the kitchen where he kept the cat food separate from his food.



“That’s impossible.” Neji said, somewhat amazed. “I already fed them. She can’t possibly be hungry.” Gaara looked a bit perplexed, thinking his cat was being a glutton, but then another possibility popped into his head.



“Which box did you give them?” He asked almost sure of the answer.



“The purple one.”



“And therein lies the problem. Sunset is allergic to seafood, so she can only eat this kind.” He explained holding up a green box of cat food and began shaking it. “If you fed them the same thing yesterday, then Sunset hasn’t eaten since last morning. My poor adorable Sunset.” He said, cooing at the animal, making cat noises as he picked up the feline from atop the counter when she jumped on the island, petting it as the cat purred.



“C’mon baby, let’s get you fat and pampered.” He said going to her bowl and giving it a good portion to satisfy her hunger. Sasuke chuckled at the young guitarist’s antics.



“I swear that man loves those cats more than himself.”



Naruto walked into the room, an obvious limp in his step, just as Sasuke sat down to eat with a can of soda. Naruto reached over and took the can from the man’s unknowing hands, sticking out his tongue as the raven narrowed his eyes. He took a big gulp then set the can back down.



“Sucks, doesn’t it?” The blonde taunted childishly. A few comebacks almost escaped Sasuke’s mouth, but the bassist bit his tongue; the comments wouldn’t be appreciated be a certain brunette, seeing as they were lewd in nature.



Shikamaru was the last to enter, looking dead as he groggily slumped on a stool, his head dropping on his arms atop the island next to Naruto’s plate.



“Why’d you wake up so soon if you’re still so sleepy?” Naruto asked amused. Shikamaru couldn’t be bothered to answer. Settling into a somewhat comfortable conversation, the air slightly awkward, seeing as how Gaara couldn’t sit down. After a while everything became silent, the air around them comfortable, but there was a nagging presence that needed to be addressed.



The redhead was the first to break the silence.



“So…where do we go from here?” He asked, stirring his rice, unable to make it go down his throat. He looked at everyone, trying to make eye contact as the other’s refused to meet his gaze.



“Neji said that this was a one time thing and him and Sasuke are going to go steady. What about us?” Gaara said looking at Shikamaru and Naruto, lost. Shikamaru immediately lost all traces of sleep, sitting up, worried.



“I mean…do we continue sleeping with each other, or will I have to choose between you two?” His voice was becoming increasingly panicked.







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okay, so i know this is somewhat a cliffy, but dont kill me...

few things: the original character: hitsugi loves cats, so i just made gaara a cat lover too...that and i also like cats ^_^

when sasuke mentions tako-san, he is reffering to his penis

the original character ni~ya calls his penis tako-san. tako is the japanese word for octopus...lol!!