PWND

This came out of the utterly random moment, that I couldn't pass up writing. This is a set of ficlets, very short, and no smut. My appologies. But please read anyways.

I will repeat. Neither I nor the people this set is dedicated to, actually own any of these characters in reality. We make no money. We only get perverse enjoyment from this. Hope you enjoy as well.

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This chapter is dedicated to Leeana69, who got the full, unedited version.
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Gaara rolled over, instinctively seeking the warmth that had helped him sleep the last few hours without worry. Even after Shukaku had been long gone, he still had trouble sleeping. Only one person had given him enough peace to let himself sink fully into a deep, relaxing sleep. And now, he was waking up, and wanted his comfort back before facing his day.

Said comfort was currently hogging the covers and curled up on the far side of the bed. Brilliantly green eyes opened to fine slits, glaring at the blond. A curl of sand reached over the foot of the bed, and in an instant the offending blanket was ripped away, waking Naruto out of his slumber. The blond tumbled, sliding right out of bed and onto the hard floor below. A moment later and reddish eyes peered above the side of the bed.

“Gaara. I’ve told you before, don’t wake me like that.” He blinked a couple times and the glow faded, leaving blue orbs at the edge of the mattress. The Kazekage simply shrugged and reached over to pull Naruto back onto the bed, promptly pinning him and lowering his head to the tempting stretch of tanned skin. Naruto shivered under the lips and teeth grazing his throat before playfully pushing Gaara away, dragging his own tongue up his lover’s collarbone. “What are the plans for today?”

Gaara turned towards the low table in the room, where a lone piece of paper was folded. He’d received it late the night before, and was content with the contents, as long as Naruto was. He wasn’t sure what the blond jinchuuriki’s response would be. “A request was made of me, to include you if you want.” He leaned against Naruto’s shoulder, the only sign he was tense. “I want you with me.”

The blond blinked, looking at his lover without hesitation, but a lot of concern. It was not easy to upset Gaara, except where emotions were concerned, as he was still trying to accept many of them for himself. A tanned, rough hand brushed through messy red hair before he stood and walked over to pick up the letter. Minutes passed in silence until the paper softly fluttered to the floor. Naruto turned.

“Does this mean you want me forever, Gaara?” He asked softly, moving closer to lift Gaara’s chin. He preferred being able to see emotions pass through those dark- ringed bits of sea. “Hai.”

Gaara could only stare as Naruto shrugged out of his sleeping shirt- something he still insisted on wearing occasionally- and his boxers. “Then put your mark and hers on me, just like you wear this mark here.” His fingers brushed over the ‘Ai’ brand on the smooth forehead. He leaned forward and placed a kiss over the same mark. “If you want me, then keep me forever and give me something permanent so everyone knows.”

“It’ll hurt.” The grave answer received a nod. Gaara grabbed him and rolled them onto the bed, pinning Naruto against the mattress. Sand swirled around them both, sliding intimately across their skin, settling in identical spots on each, pressing against the meat of their shoulder. Gaara leaned in to forcefully kiss Naruto as he guided his sand to his bidding- heating and sinking into muscle, leaving a smoking, painful mark behind. Naruto was growling against his lips, eyes closed, and Gaara couldn’t blame him. He’d almost forgotten what this particular pain was like. But surprisingly it felt good, refreshing- a reminder he was alive and loved.

Both ninja pulled apart as the sand fell away from the fresh wounds. Naruto panted as he relaxed against the bed, curling a little to keep the raw skin from the sheet. “If that was only one, and I still need one more...” He peered up into those deep eyes. “Make me feel something else when you do the second.” Gaara’s brow furrowed, a creasing between none- existent eyebrows. Then a lecherous smirk- something he’d only learned recently, appeared, and Naruto groaned. Kami, he loved that look, knowing he was the only one that ever got to see it. Gaara rose above him with that smirk and shining eyes.

A little while later had them studying Naruto’s new brand. A swirl wrapped around a small ‘Ai’ kanji, the end swooping down his arm. Claws reached above and the ‘tail’ widened at the tip. Love, circled by the Uzumaki clan symbol, tipped with the claws and tail of the Ichibi. Naruto felt a strange contentedness fill him as Gaara smeared special cream over the brands. As he returned the favor to the one on Gaara’s shoulder, he had to smile. They owned each other- and had a specialty claim no one else could deny. A foxy, prankster smirk widened his lips until his delicate fangs showed. “Hey Gaa~ra...”

The redhead twitched at the sound. He knew that sing-song note all too well.

“What plans do you think Leeana will have for us, now that we both belong to her?”

Sudden perverted ideas raced through Gaara’s mind, and he slumped, unable to help the trickle of blood dripping from his nose or the idea that he could do quite anything to his blond.....

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A/N: *runs away* There was actually supposed to be smut there, but since all the other chapters I managed to keep clean, this one had to also. My appologies. hehe. erm, yeah. See you next chappie!!