Hunger

Disclaimer: 'Naruto' belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
Warnings: yaoi, INCEST, NON-CONSENSUAL, AU.
Pairings: At first KankuroxGaara but eventually GaaraxNaruto.
Note: Thoughts are in italics.

A/N: There's a non-consensual scene in this chapter and some people might not want to read it. If you feel you don't want to read that part, please skip it because I don't want to make anyone feel bad. I've marked that part between 'XXX's so that you know what part to skip.

I drew a picture about this chapter, see my profile for link.

Chapter 4: The intruder

It was Saturday and neither Kankuro nor Gaara had anywhere to go. They were lounging on the couch, watching TV. The brunette usually had the weekends off as he worked quite long hours from Monday to Friday. As much as he liked his job and welcomed the money they needed, he was enjoying the freetime, too. Especially with Gaara around.

"Change the channel, I don't wanna watch this stupid show," Kankuro growled, hiding his eyes behind his hands.

Gaara changed to another channel and for a while the brothers were watching a documentary of Poland's history. Kankuro let out an annoyed grunt, moving his hands back to shield his eyes.

"Nooo... Not this! This is boring..." the brunette wailed quietly.

To his horror, the redhead seemed to take interest in the program. Gaara smirked at his brother's agony, for he knew history was not on Kankuro's list of exciting topics.

"Shh... I wanna watch this. This documentary could actually help me write my history essay," Gaara said, burying himself on the program.

"Whatever... It's still boring as hell. Are you sure you wanna watch this?" Kankuro tried, exasperated at the dull voiceover of the documentary.

"Shh," Gaara shushed, not tearing his eyes off of the TV screen.

Gaara enjoyed the leisure time, not sensing any danger in the air. Lately it had been peaceful at home, for Kankuro had been in a good mood round the clock. The brothers had gone to see a movie and wandered around the city while Gaara had taken pictures.

The redhead had even taken one picture of Kankuro leaning against a balustrade of a bridge, looking into the distance. In this particular picture's case Gaara preferred it black and white, for the lack of colors gave an effect of everlasting moment. He wished his brother would stay calm for eternity - he didn't miss the violent Kankuro.

On the couch, a bored Kankuro took Gaara's arm and caressed it. He traced his fingertips along the scars he had made a couple of weeks ago when he had lost his mind. He didn't remember much of it, though. The brunette touched Gaara's face ever so slightly, watching the redhead's reactions.

Under the spell of the program, Gaara didn't seem to go against Kankuro's actions. The brunette leaned towards the redhead and moved his hand to rub the other's chest. Gaara was still watching TV, not paying any mind to his brother.

Deciding it was time to get the younger male's full attention, Kankuro slipped his hand under the redhead's shirt, fondling his stomach. He frowned as his fingers traced the scars which formed the kanji meaning 'love'. He had hurt his little brother back then... He was supposed to protect him, not endanger. He scolded himself for it and decided that today, he would try his best to be a caring brother. Yes, today he would express his love to the redhead. For once, he would do the right thing.

XXX

The younger brother startled at the unexpected skin contact, looking at the brunette. Kankuro's eyes were soft and held no malice when Gaara met his gaze. Moving his hand upwards, the older brother rubbed the redhead's nipple, squeezing it tentatively.

"I think this is more interesting, don't you think?" the brunette asked, enjoying to distract the redhead. He was glad that Gaara wasn't so keenly watching the stupid documentary anymore.

Gaara let out a sigh of pleasure but he couldn't relax. Kankuro would get impatient if he was rejected. He didn't want to upset his brother who had been such a good person to him lately but honestly, right now he didn't feel like agreeing to this.

"Ah... Can't we just watch TV?" Gaara asked, inching away from Kankuro.

"C'mon, it's boring. This is more fun, isn't it?" the brunette replied, brushing his fingers against the sensitive nipple.

He pulled Gaara's shirt upwards and soon the redhead felt his brother's soft tongue licking his nipple. A light bite made Gaara let out a sharp groan. By now, he was much too distracted to tune in the documentary but somehow, it didn't bother him quite that much.

Kankuro yanked Gaara's pants down, lowering them to his knees. Gaara tensed and tried to predict what would be happening. Pleasure was mixing with anxiousness, making Gaara feel exited and unnerved at the same time.

"Can't we watch this program first, we could do this later," the confused redhead tried.

"I doubt you want to do this later," Kankuro purred while he started to stroke his little brother's member in a steady rhythm.

"Mmmh..." was all Gaara could manage. His logical thoughts were slowly escaping him, being replaced by more primitive ones.

All the tension in Gaara's body suddenly turned into excitement when he felt his hardened lenght slide deep into the wet hotness that was his brother's mouth.

"Ah!" Gaara cried, putting his hands to his brother's head and grabbing the brown hair, partly trying to push him away.

He has no idea what he's doing to me, Gaara thought.

In reality, it was quite the contrary. Kankuro knew exactly what kind of reactions this would wake in the redhead. If his mouth hadn't been occupied, he would have smiled in amusement.

The sensation was so overwhelming it took all of Gaara's willpower not to give in. Kankuro was deepthroating him in such a delicious manner that he felt his body stop resisting and surrendering to the arousing attention he was given. Lifting his hips to get his member deeper into his brother's mouth, Gaara closed his eyes, taking in the pleasure of the act.

"Aah... Mmhh... If you don't s-stop I'll com—" Gaara moaned, tightening his grip on Kankuro's hair but was rudely interrupted by the sudden sound of the doorbell. Off balanced, Gaara tried to get up and make Kankuro stop. However, the brunette had other things in his mind than going to answer the door.

"But Kankuro, there's someone at the door and we—" Gaara began, interrupted again as the brunette took his member fully to the hotness of his mouth.

The older of the brothers couldn't care less about who was behind the door - it was most likely one of his friends and they could come back later. Not letting his little brother struggle but pushed him down again, he sucked the hardened lenght more feverishly.

The redhead let out a loud moan, arching his back and closing his eyes. He was close to the edge again and all he could think was pleasure, the previous anxiousness forgotten. Bucking his hips violently Gaara regripped the brunette's hair, splashing cum down his brother's throat.

Swallowing, Kankuro licked his lips and watched the redhead in rapture. To him, Gaara looked always so innocent after climaxing. The sight made his heart beat faster and he thought what would be suitable to do next. He had some intriguing ideas...

Loud thumps and muffled shouts carried from the front door. The intruder was stubborn, whoever it was. Kankuro had no intention of going to see who it was. Right now, he had better things to do.

"Gaara, you have to be more quiet so that your moans won't echo through the front door. You know it's not good if someone hears us..." Kankuro warned his little brother. As much as he loved the vocal side of the redhead, he didn't want them to get caught.

"Y-Yes... Sorry, I didn't realize," Gaara replied, still faint from the recent experience.

"It's okay," Kankuro purred as he got up from the couch. "I'll be right back." Looking at the retreating back, Gaara wasn't sure if the brunette had gone to answer the door or not. Unsure, he pulled his shirt down to decrease the exposed feeling he had.

Soon the brunette was back in the living room. Putting a tube onto the coffee table, he sat beside the redhead who was already pulling his pants up.

"Not just yet," Kankuro whispered as he kissed his little brother gently. Gaara started but after a moment of hesitation, responded to the kiss shyly. He prayed things would go smoothly without additional drama. He knew the brunette was calm now but from past experience, he knew better than to let his guard down.

Kankuro disgarded the redhead from clothes while pressing soft kisses along the his body. It didn't take long for him to get rid of his own clothes either. Leaning towards Gaara, he pinned the younger male to the couch. Gaara moaned quietly at warm skin contact and let out a more audible gasp, as he felt his brother's erection brush against his thigh.

The older brother reached for the lube tube and applied the gel to his fingers. He started to prepare Gaara, all the time caressing the redhead gently. Gaara tensed as fingers with cold jell penetrated him and glanced nervously at the brunette. Kankuro saw fear in the endless pools of greenness that were his little brother's eyes. Gaara feared him, and the fact hurt him. He knew he lost it sometimes but lately he had been feeling better again.

Why can't he just trust me? he thought, desperate to make everything up to him.

"You don't need to be afraid... I won't hurt you, I promise," Kankuro whispered, pushing his fingers deeper, streching the orifice. The emotion in the jade eyes didn't change, even though the redhead nodded. The brunette flexed his fingers, rubbing them against the nerve spot. Gaara moaned and gripped Kankuro's shoulders.

The brunette leaned closer, tracing soft kisses along the redhead's neck. He wanted to assure Gaara that everything would be fine - he was feeling good and stable now. He hated it when distrust, fear and even dislike were written all over Gaara's face when he approached him.

He wanted to see happiness and ingenuousness when he looked at his little brother. He knew his actions were against the law but nevertheless, he tried his best to be a decent big brother. Still, everytime he glanced at the jade green orbs, he knew he was nowhere near his goal.

"Gaara... Please, trust me. I-I... love you," Kankuro breathed, almost swallowing the last words back as he was about to say them.

Green eyes widened slightly at the words. Kankuro rarely said those kind of things to him unless he was really emotional or feeling guilty about something. Honestly, the redhead didn't know what to say. Of course he loved his brother, but not in a romantic way. He didn't dare to say it aloud, though, for he didn't wish to upset Kankuro more. The black eyes already reflected sadness and concern and he wasn't going to increase those feelings.

"I... I know," Gaara finally replied. He knew better than well that now was not the time to angry Kankuro with difficult answers.

Deciding Gaara was ready, the brunette removed his fingers. Rubbing lube to his erection, he positioned the tip on the entrance. Carefully, he thrusted inside, not tearing his eyes away from Gaara. He wanted to know if he was hurting him. For him the pressure was doing wonders but he couldn't be sure if the redhead felt the same.

"K-Kan-kuro," Gaara gasped, clenching his eyes shut.

He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on Kankuro. He was used to penetration but despite that, the act didn't feel pleasurable at first. Soon enough, he willed himself to relax. His tension once again started to merge with exitement, until pleasure and desire took him over.

"Does it hurt?" Kankuro asked in a worried voice. Gaara's quietness didn't give him any guidance whether or not the redhead was enjoying. The brunette pushed tentatively deeper while he started to stroke Gaara's member again. That earned a rasped moan from the redhead.

"N-No... it feels... g-good," Gaara told quite truthfully.

Quickening the pace, Kankuro timed his thrusts with the stroking. To him, the tightness and pressure felt heavenly, his groans growing louder with each thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming but most of all, he delighted the expressions on Gaara's face. He couldn't help but stare at the redhead whose normally pale cheeks had now a tint of pink and whose usually sharp eyes were currently unfocused.

Gaara's breathing grew heavier each time his brother's member hit the prostrate in sync with the stroking. He wrapped his legs around the brunette as if signaling he didn't want him to stop.

Usually in times like this, the suppressed moral thoughts crept back to his consciousness. He knew this was wrong in many aspects, but Kankuro's movements felt so shockingly good. He decided this wasn't downright wrong, at least not now when he was enjoying. Shaking all the thoughts off of his mind, he concentrated only on what he felt physically.

"Nnh... Don't stop," he moaned, eyes shut.

Kankuro thrusted faster, stroked faster, eager to get the redhead over the edge again. He kissed the tender spot below Gaara's ear, moving down to the neck. He knew what places needed to be given attention, if he wished to stimulate the redhead further.

It didn't take long for Gaara to reach the peak. With a sharp intake of breath he tightened his grip on Kankuro's shoulders.

"Ah! Kan... Kan-kuro," the redhead groaned.

Arching his back, he pulled the brunette closer to him and let out a low moan. As he came, his eyes shot open and he couldn't help but stare in the onyx depths of his brother's eyes.

Soon after he had climaxed, he felt suddenly exhausted. It was no wonder though, because he had already come once that day. He loosened his hold on the brunette but didn't let go of him. With a faint look in his eyes, he gazed at the male on top of him.

Black eyes were studying the pale, yet reddened face keenly. Kankuro brought his lips to Gaara's and engaged them both in a kiss. He knew he couldn't last much longer, not after seeing Gaara climax. Definitely not after seeing the faint looking jade eyes, the blushed skin and the slightly open mouth. With one last thrust, he let out a cry of pleasure.

"Ah—!"

Right after, the brunette filled the redhead with his cum and collapsed on top of him. The two of them layed like that for a while, letting the aftermath of the heat fade away.

Kankuro was all sweaty and he trembled slightly for the released emotions. While pulling his softened member away, he caressed Gaara's pale neck with his lips. The younger brother looked peaceful but tired, and his breathing was even now.

XXX

"Can you walk?" Kankuro asked while evaluating the redhead's state. He moved his fingers to brush away some red hair locks which were clinging to Gaara's sweaty forehead.

"I don't know..." the redhead answered. He didn't feel much pain but was more than drained.

Kankuro put his arms behind his little brother's back and started to lift him. "Can you wrap your legs around my waist?" he questioned.

When the green eyed male nodded and did what he was asked, the brunette pulled him to his lap. Standing up, he walked towards the bathroom. He opened the door with his foot and took them to the shower.

"Okay, can you stand? Or do you wanna sit on the floor?" the brunette asked again.

"I guess I can stand," Gaara replied as he unwrapped his legs and let Kankuro release his hold on him.

The brothers washed themselves but the younger of them stayed quiet the whole time. That unnerved the older one. He was accustomed to Gaara's silences but this particular silence, however, wasn't a comfortable one. He pulled the redhead close to his body and for a while, they stood under the shower without saying a word.

"Are you all right? Did I... hurt you?" the brunette said in a worried voice. Did I screw up everything again? he asked himself, dreading what the answer would be. He wanted Gaara to accept his way of showing care, showing his... needs, the deepest of them.

"You didn't hurt me. It's just... This feels weird. I think it's abnormal for people to be like this," Gaara mumbled, leaning on Kankuro's chest. He always liked the pleasure but knowing who he received it from, he felt bad. He felt sickened because he couldn't see their relationship the way his brother saw it. He felt like he had deceived Kankuro because he couldn't understand why it wasn't wrong, even though the brunette had explained it to him many times.

"Don't worry, Gaara. You can't choose who you fall in love with. Sometimes it can be your own brother, and you can't help it. Love isn't wrong, is it?" Kankuro reasoned calmly. He knew Gaara didn't wholly understand as complicated concepts as love but it wasn't important. The redhead didn't need to understand - it was enough that Kankuro understood. The younger of the brothers only needed to succumb and let Kankuro decide what was good.

"You know that I won't ever leave you alone or abandon you? As long as you have me you have nothing to worry about," the brunette continued. He didn't like it when Gaara started to question things. Deep down he knew that he would go to jail if anyone found out about them.

But it's not because we are wrong, it's because of the society, Kankuro thought little sadly. Well, maybe this is a little questionable but it can't be helped, he mused again.

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After the shower, the brothers aired the livingroom and cleaned the evidence from the couch. Now they were in the kitchen, making something to eat. To Gaara's displeasure, the interesting documentary had long ago ended and there was nothing worth watching on TV. They were making sandwiches and green tea, when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Maybe the earlier intruder is back, with a more appropriate timing this time," Kankuro smirked at Gaara. He then made his way to the hallway and opened the door.

A blond boy with bright blue eyes stared at him, grinning in a friendly manner. The bright orange he seemed to favor in his clothes almost blinded Kankuro. Had he seen this guy somewhere? He surely wasn't one of Kankuro's friends. The brunette was just about to close the door under the stranger's nose when the boy started to speak.

"Hi! Is Gaara home? Oh, by the way, I'm Naruto, Gaara's friend."

The blond stranger was smiling at Kankuro, all the while looking past him in hopes of seeing a glimpse of red hair.

A friend? Gaara's friend? Gaara had friends? Now Kankuro was stunned. Had he missed something? Since when was his little brother engaging himself in normal human interaction? Making a mental note to himself, Kankuro decided to question the redhead about this later.

In the kitchen, Gaara was making more sandwiches, waiting for his brother to come back. When he heard a familiar voice, his mind froze. What's Naruto doing here? he thought, surprised. After a second, he remembered their conversation a couple of days before. He had promised the blond to spend time with him.

He made his way to the hallway, where Kankuro stood with the blond. The brunette was gaping at the boy as if his brains were unable to handle the information that his little brother had a friend. And seemingly a social one, too. Kankuro had always thought that if Gaara had a friend, he would be similar to the redhead in some way, like, being quiet, antisocial or unhappy looking. This blond, however, had nothing similar to his little brother, not at first sight at least.

"Gaara? Uh... he'll be right here," Kankuro said quietly as he turned around to call out his little brother. That was in vain though, because before the brunette had even a chance to shout, Gaara was already there, standing beside him.

"Hi Gaara!" Naruto yelled, taking in the sight before him. Now that he saw the brothers together he couldn't help but notice how much they looked alike.

"I came to hang around with you. Can I come in?" Naruto then asked, hoping he wasn't intruding their Saturday afternoon too much.

"I guess it's okay," Gaara answered after a short moment of pondering. It couldn't bring any harm to invite Naruto in. Nodding, the blue eyed boy stepped in.

"Actually, I came by your door a couple of hours before but unfortunately you weren't home," Naruto said laughing kindly. He had no idea why he had told it. Probably because he didn't know what else to say.

In a split second, Kankuro got over from his surprised state of mind and looked at the blond with a studying look. So he was the intruder? Now that he knew it, he didn't like Naruto so much anymore.

"Really... We—" Gaara was quick to begin.

"We were shopping," Kankuro said curtly, interrupting Gaara. In a second, he continued before anyone could take the conversation further.

"Now, would you like to have something? We were just making tea and sandwiches," the brunette asked politely, a forced but natural looking smile on his face.

He could turn this situation into his advantage by acting friendly so that he could get information about the blond. There was always a chance that this Gaara's new friend wasn't so dumb as he seemed to be and could notice a thing or two, risking the brothers' secret.

"I'd love to, if it's not too much trouble," the blond replied eagerly.

"Not at all," the older of the brothers said sweetly.

Gaara noticed that Kankuro's behavior was kinder this time than what it was normally when the brunette talked to new people. For this the redhead was relieved. Still, he hoped that his brother wouldn't wrongly think that Naruto and he were friends because that wasn't the case at all. The blond just clung on to him and for having nothing better to do, he let him.

Naruto gazed at his surroundings. The first impression of the house was not really nice. The colors and paintings created an extraordinary feeling, unnerving him. Most of the paintings on the dark green hallway walls portrayed themes like desolation, loneliness and madness.

Standing in the hallway, Naruto could see into two rooms which he presumed to be the brothers'. The one he thought was Gaara's room seemed to have wine red walls when the other, perhaps Kankuro's room, contained purple walls.

Kankuro disappeared into the kitchen as Gaara led Naruto to the living room. On their way there Naruto stopped to look at one particular painting where a skinny figure seemed to scream in agony. Shivers ran down the blond's spine at the sight and he decided it was better to follow Gaara to the black-walled living room.

The redhead sat down onto the couch where he and Kankuro had just exercised some 'brotherly bonding'. Above the couch was a large painting of a desert at night. In the painting there were animal skulls on the sand and a big moon hanging in the sky. Sitting beside Gaara, Naruto was at a loss of words for a moment. Not knowing what to talk about, he said the only thing that came to his mind.

"You have a unique taste in art. Kinda oppressing for my liking but the colors of the walls match the paintings." That had sounded so stupid now that Naruto thought about it.

The redhead looked at the boy next to him. Judging by the hideous orange Naruto liked to wrap himself into, the blond would surely like more... positive themes than desolation, for example.

"Our father chose the colors along with the pictures. I guess we've been accustomed to them after the years," Gaara replied.

Kankuro came back from the kitchen, bringing three cups of green tea and a pile of sandwiches on a tray. He settled them on the coffee table before sitting on the armchair near the couch. From there he could easily observe the blond as he interacted with Gaara.

"So, you live in the neighbourhood, then?" Kankuro asked, sounding interested.

Naruto sipped his tea, aswering eagerly, "Yeah, a couple of houses down the street."

"Oh really?" Kankuro asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

He wondered how the blond had met Gaara, or more importantly, why the redhead had let this guy become friends with him. He didn't dare to ask though, not when Gaara was present. He could always ask the redhead when they were alone but he assumed that the blond's version of the happenings would be more interesting.

Soon after Naruto was talking about Iruka and his friends as if he had known Kankuro for a lifetime. Of course Naruto didn't mention the reasons to his loved ones deaths or anything like that. Those things he liked to keep to himself.

Kankuro was getting a headache because of the non-stop babbling. He was wondering how Gaara standed the blond's company without losing his mind. What intrigued him more was what the blond saw in his little brother. Why someone as cheerful and social as Naruto was hanging around with Gaara who was, well, nothing like the blond.

Gaara had stayed quiet all the time, not taking part in the conversation. In his opinion it was quite nice for Kankuro to take interest in Naruto. Even though the brunette was listening to Naruto he shot glances at Gaara every now and then. This didn't go unnoticed by the redhead who wasn't sure what he should think about it.

Would Kankuro be mad at him for not telling about Naruto beforehand? When the redhead thought about it, Kankuro had never cared to inform him about his acquaintances so he decided he wasn't expected to tell about Naruto, either.

The brown haired male drank the last of his tea and stood up.

"It was nice to meet you, Naruto," he said, going to his room.

He doubted if he had gathered any useful information about the boy. The blond was innocent, being genuinely interested in Gaara without any seeming ulterior motives.

Even though the sheer positiveness radiating from Naruto repulsed Kankuro he couldn't help but think that the boy was actually quite good-looking. His tanned skin matched his blond hair, emphasizing the amazingly blue, big eyes. His body was clearly sleek and well-shaped even though he didn't wear overly thight clothes to reveal the fact. A voice in the back of his head told him he should quit thinking that now.

Instead, he continued on imagining what Naruto would look like with other expressions than smile on his face. What would he look like when he was coming over the edge... He startled at his thoughts. He had never before had this kind of thoughts about anyone except Gaara.

The voice in his head told him he should really stop thinking this now, seriously. He closed his eyes, letting his imagination roam freely. He ignored the moralistic nagging in his mind. He hadn't cared about morals before and wouldn't certainly change the fact now.

In his mind he imagined what Gaara and Naruto would look like together. He couldn't decide which would be more arousing, Gaara dominating the blond or the other way around. Shaking the thoughts off of his mind he decided that in reality, he would let no one touch his Gaara. The redhead was his, not anyone else's.

In the living room, Naruto had finished his sandwich and leaned back on the couch, glancing at the TV in the corner of the room. It had been recently watched, judging by the stand-by state it was in.

"What would you like to do?" Naruto asked, having some ideas himself.

Gaara hadn't been expecting the blond's company today and was therefore at a loss of ideas. Hanging around here would be too boring but in the other hand, was there anything interesting to do in anywhere else?

The redhead thought Naruto didn't quite fit in the athmosphere of their home. The house seemed to suck all kind of happiness out of people, burying all living souls into despair and darkness. He didn't want that to happen to the blond - the boy was an outsider who didn't need to suffer because of the ominous atmosphere. He didn't want the cheerful Naruto to get 'unclean' in here.

The blond had waited for an answer long enough and when none came he made a suggestion.

"How about we go outside?"

It wasn't such a bad idea after all in Gaara's opinion. He got up from the couch and headed to the room which had wine red walls. The blond followed, certainly eager to leave the black painted living room.

Gaara rummaged his drawer and pulled out some black clothes. He was starting to strip his shirt when realization hit him. He still had visible scars on his body since Kankuro's latest episode and he thought it wouldn't be wise to let Naruto see a giant kanji carved up on his skin.

"Turn around," he ordered Naruto who was leaning on the doorframe.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Naruto did as was requested. When he heard Gaara free himself of his clothes he was kind of relieved for not having to look. It would be too much for him to see the boy half naked. He shook off the images flowing through his head. He should not be thinking things like that! At least not now.

Gaara grabbed his digital camera and bag, walking past Naruto into the hallway. The blond followed, ready to go.

Just when they were about to exit the house Kankuro came to the hallway. His little brother was leaving with his newfound friend and he wanted to know where.

"Where are you two going?" he asked, curiously glancing at the two teenagers. Could this blond guy be trusted?

Gaara growled inwardly, annoyed of his brother overprotectiveness. "We're going outside to hang around. I'm gonna take pictures and stuff," the redhead answered reluctantly.

Not wanting to embarrass Gaara in front of the other boy, Kankuro dropped the subject. Nodding, he disappeared to his room.

In no time, Gaara and Naruto exited the house.

To be continued...

A/N: I thought the painting which Naruto takes a closer look (the screaming figure) could be Edward Munch's Scream. I like that particular painting even though it's oppressive and agonizing - there's still some grotesque 'beauty' in it.