Hidden Powers

Sorry guys, I know the update only took forever and on top of that, this is a short chapter. Still, thank you for being kind and reviewing.

The past couple of months have been harsh. It’s been conference after conference and then this drama and that drama…

But update! Here you go.

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It wasn’t long before Naruto discovered how bad Gaara could truly get in his sleep. It was an hour after they had fallen asleep when his bladder woke him with the urgent need to relieve himself. Not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed, Naruto simply switched positions. Rolling on his side, he rested his chin on Gaara’s head and inhaled.

‘He smells like the garden…’ Naruto thought before gently nuzzling Gaara’s head and wrapping his arms around the paler boys waist. The movement roused Gaara somewhere close to consciousness and Naruto giggled as Gaara stretched out his arms crossly and mumbled something that sound like, “Bad kitty…”

‘Angel… that’s what he looks like when he is sleeping,’ Naruto thought to himself before brushing his lips gently across Gaara’s forehead. Indeed, Gaara did look like a slumbering angel. A ray of light broke it’s way through the crack in the curtains to fall on Gaara’s head, his hair reflected various natural shades of red. Naruto ran his hand over the skin that fell under the light. He could feel the difference in temperature from skin under the shade and skin in the sun. Gently, he pushed Gaara further to the side of the bed to protect his pale skin from the bright desert sun. As he did so, Gaara mumbled something that sounded strangely like, “Bad doggy… leave kitty alone.”

Gaara shifted in his sleep. The position he acquired was innocent, but a limb pressing into Naruto’s gut made the need for relief much more urgent. Grumbling, he carefully made his way off the bed and into the extravagant bathroom. Finishing up his business, he stomach sang loudly, letting him know of a less urgent need that needed to be taken care of.

‘Gaara will probably be hungry when he wakes up, which shouldn’t be too long from now. I could get some food for the two of us to eat when he gets up…’ Naruto thought logically (for once). He made his way to the banquet room where lunch was being served.

Meanwhile, Gaara’s subconscious noticed the warmth that had left him.

Naruto grabbed a couple of bento boxes to fill with all sorts of delicious looking goodies. He didn’t know exactly what Gaara liked, so he got a little bit of everything. The trip didn’t take long, only about 15 minutes. He hummed a wild tune as he walked back to his room, stuffed boxes in his hands. But as he reached the door, a cold aura ensnared his senses, causing the hair on the back of his neck to rise and an uncomfortable trickle of sweat to run down his brow. Cautiously, he opened the door and slipped his head in.

“Gaara…?” He asked and was promptly answered with a kunai flying at his face. If Naruto wasn’t a ninja, that would have been the end for him. He dropped the bento to catch the kunai and as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he got a good look at the culprit.

What he saw would disturb him for the rest of his life.

The blanket was tossed unceremoniously to the floor and the sheets were torn from the edges of the bed. Tangled in half of the flat sheet, Gaara writhed in agony as a nightmare progressed to show him the young ninja he had murdered during the second test administered during the chuunin exams. He attempted to stop himself, but at the same time, reveled in the feeling of how alive he felt the vary moment his sand crushed every bone in the boy’s body. He was sick of himself.

He released a horrid shriek when the blood rained down all around him. Naruto watched, shocked as Gaara’s fingers caught in his own hair and nails dug into his skull, as if he was attempting to pull the memory out of his head. Blood flowed freely from the grooves his nails made on his temple and hairline and Gaara screamed in frustration. He flailed wildly into the air shrieking as the dream progressed, desperate to make it all stop.

At the sight of blood, Naruto snapped out of his daze and dove into the bed, avoiding Gaara’s wild limbs. Wrapping his arms around the disturbed boys waist, his lips found their way to Gaara’s ears and he began to gently coo sweet nothing into a pale ear.

“It’s okay… I’m here, everything will be okay… You’re fine now,” he whispered reassuringly and tighten his grip on Gaara.

“…Naruto,” Gaara gasped, his voice rasp and hoarse.

“Yes, I’m right here. Don’t worry.” as Naruto’s last sentence ended, his bronze lips found pale ones. The comforting and soft lips that rested against Gaara’s lips pressed gently as Naruto began stroking Gaara’s side.

“There is nothing to worry about,” Naruto whispered once more and he pulled away from Gaara to gaze into the eyes of the young Kazekage. The face that was contorted in pain moments before was slowly relaxing with each soothing touch Naruto administered.

He whimpered as his sunshine got up and left the bed.

“Shhh, I’ll be back,” Naruto said as he walked towards the bathroom. True to his word, he returned seconds later with a damp towel and ointment. On his way back to the bed, he stooped to collect the boxes of bento and thanked Kami they didn’t break or spill open.

Dumping the items on the nightstand, Naruto began straightening the bed. He tucked in the bottom corners of the fitted sheet before untangling Gaara from the white flat sheet and re-tucking them in. The blue comforter lying on the floor was flapped up and onto the bed over a pale body and pillows underneath Gaara’s head, re-adjusted for comfort.

It was nice for Gaara. For as long as he remembered, his bed was made when he was out of the room by the maids that resided there. They were so afraid of Gaara, they had gotten good at remaining unseen. But now, to have the bed remade with him in it; to have the pillows lovingly fluffed underneath his head; to feel the cool fabric of the comforter slide over his as it was placed back on the top of the bed… The muscles he didn’t know were tense slowly began to relax.

Naruto settled onto of the comforter close to Gaara sitting up. He leaned to grab the damp cloth and ointment in order to treat the nail grooves on Gaara’s scalp. He began to wipe away blood that was starting to crust. His swipes were gentle, causing Gaara to relax even further. He sighed as his fingers uncurled underneath the sheets.

Uncapping the ointment, he then began treating the shallow wounds. “Gaara…?” Black lids he didn’t know he had closed opened and teal eyes found cerulean.

“You really shouldn’t damage that pretty face of yours.” Trust Naruto to try and lighten up the mood with humor. The corner of the Kazekage’s lips hinted a barely there upward curve.

Naruto returned to the safety of the covers after capping the ointment and wrapped his arms around his redhead delicately. For several minutes they remained like that with Gaara’s head rested comfortably in the crook of Naruto’s arm. The sound of breathing was soothing and drowsy, and the pulse Gaara could hear on Naruto’s neck was reassuring.

“Naruto?” Gaara questioned as he pulled his head from the other boy, sure that if he remained there another second, He would have fallen asleep.

“Mm?” Naruto looked down to find a curious gaze pass over him. Slowly, the Kazekage leaned forward to place an experimental kiss on his partners lips, unsure of how he would react if he was the one initiating contact.

Naruto hand slide up from waist to his lower ribcage. Soft caresses gave Gaara’s action approval and Naruto’s lips reacted to his. They opened mutually, tongues slow to meet each other in the middle, both parties savoring the flavor of the other. Slowly, they slid past each other to begin exploring respective caverns.

“Gaara…” Naruto whispered as they pulled away. Gingerly, he lifted Gaara and seated him in his lap and leaned in for another kiss. They meet with more urgency, curiosity cast aside for a need to feel the other. Sighing heavily through his nose, Naruto dark hands traveled, one to tangle itself in red hair at the nape of Gaara’s neck and the other to wrap around the boys waist. Tan lips left pale ones to trail down to the jugular. As they did so, a hand dragged from waist to underneath the hem of the Kazekage’s shirt. The hand traveled up, exposing a taut pale stomach as Naruto’s lips latched onto a pulsing vein.

“Naruto!” Gaara gasped as the mouth closed over the sensitive spot only to be moved to lean back as Naruto lips moved from the vein to the exposed chest. He experimentally licked, tasting the skin, before his lips latched onto skin once again. This time, he attached himself to skin above the sternum.

“Ahhh!” Gaara cried out arching back and clutching at Naruto’s shirt as response the unexpected sensation, which only presented more chest to Naruto. Bronze hands found the responsive boys nipples and slowly teased the peaks to attention while the pale chest was flattered with kisses.

Naruto unclenched Gaara’s left hand from his shirt and began to breathe over the pulsing vein there sending shivers down the Kazekage’s neck.

“Gaara, do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Naruto asked with a confident smirk before again latching onto the pulse in Gaara’s wrist. Gaara moaned deliciously before his entire body rippled forward, his head again finding the crook Naruto’s neck. He inhaled sharply as the vein was traced lightly with a tongue.

Releasing the pale wrist, Naruto’s lips traveled once again to Gaara’s as both of his hands gripped a slender waist.

Before Naruto could grind his hips into Gaara’s, he was stopped.

“Too fast,” Gaara panted, a hand placed firmly on his chest. Naruto blinked, confused, before nodding that understood and release Gaara to cool off. After a few moments, the found themselves in the position they had started in, Naruto’s arms wrapped around Gaara and Gaara’s head resting in the crook of Naruto’s neck.

“You’ve done this before…” Gaara stated. It was obvious. How many people would go figure that someone’s wrist could be that sensitive and sexually stimulating, let alone someone’s sternum.

Naruto paled considerably and his eyes darkened, knowing full and well Gaara wanted an explanation. He sighed.

“It was Jiraiya…” With that simple statement , Gaara’s entire body tensed.

“Back when we were training together, Jiraiya was always looking for sexual information for his books. It was hard to get him to pay attention to me for more than a few minutes. So I’d transform into a girl and acted as his plaything just so I could get my training in.”

Silence.

“Are you mad?”

More silience.

“It was all for Sasuke right?” Gaara asked. “The training, I mean.”

Naruto nodded. “He is one of my very precious people.”

“...I understand,” Gaara said before the weight on the bed shifted and he rose. Curious blue eyes glanced over in question.

“Where are you going?” Naruto asked frantically, thinking he might be abandoned.

Gaara casually picked the bento boxes before turning back to the blonde.

“Want to eat outside? Its nice in the garden.” Naruto’s stomach jumped to attention.

“What are we waiting for, let’s go!”
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“They are so cute together,” Ino and Sakura said together as the downright stared at the happy new couple sitting in the garden. They watched as Naruto fed Gaara from an open bento box, and as Gaara leaned down to settle his head in Naruto’s lap to be fed in that position, they sighed again.

“They are soooo cute together!”

Beside them, Kankuro was oiling his puppets and grumbing something about, “…Grrr little brother…”, “Kick that son-of-a-bitch’s ass…” and “Betrayal…”

“What exactly to you have against the two of them being together?” Kiba asked as he settled down at the edge of the koi pond.

“Yeah, what the hell is your problem!?!” Ino and Sakura screamed, then proceeded to sigh as Naruto’s fingers ghosted over Gaara’s lips.

“They are so-”

“CUTE TOGETHER!!! I KNOW!!!” Kankuro shouted. “GOD DAMMIT! Can't a puppeteer get a moment of silence while he is working these days!?!”

“Seriously, What’s your problem?” Kiba asked from the pond, the most perplexed expression marring his beautiful face.

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me.” Kankuro said before a series of small audible clicks were heard. Chakra strings gathered his puppets back together and getting up, he dragged them away from the small gathering in the garden.

TBC
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So what exactly is Kankuro’s problem?

Anyway...
To Lemon Drops: Thanks for Faithfully reading. I hope you see and are happy with the update. I know the Shika/Saku/Temari action is moving kind of fast, but I'm kind of trying to abondon the usual Garuto assumptions that Shikamaru and Temari are faithful to each other and Kankuro is a pervert.

Nar/Gaa lover: Kankuro definately won't be left out.

Lilithwolf: Continuing ^.^

Tasukigirl: Thanks for the constructive criticisms, I'll keep it in mind. Your right, I am really young. Also, I didn't mean to offend you with the gay boy comment. It was supposed to be read in a flamboyant and happy context as well as play off his usually chippy personality.

kawaiicrimsonkitsune: I Love Naruto and Gaara together too. That is why I'm writing this fic ^^

Mey: I'm still developing Gaara in my story, so the problems aren't fixed yet!

Donedin: Thank you. Just thank you.

Stagoya: Flamboyantly gay is good too.

AnA La PaNa83: Lol, thanks for reviewing whie I was editing. I almost gave up on the story after a severe writer's block had settled in.