Affirmation of Love

This is in fact, a sequel, but it should be able to stand alone even if you haven't read the first one. It takes after the Sasuke/Naruto confrontation in Part II of the manga. If you're not up to date with the manga, there are some spoilers.

Enjoy~


Affirmation of Love Part 1

It had been almost two weeks since he last saw Naruto or simply a matter of hours. He couldn’t be sure really because he couldn’t tell if what had happened last night was reality or something they called a dream. Dreams were truly troublesome. How was one to ever tell the difference between them? It felt real enough when Naruto touched him. He could have sworn that flesh pressed against him was real, and warm, but when he woke up, he was alone, and only the hardness between his legs could testify to any sort of emotion or arousal being in fact, actual.

He stared out the window at the bustling street down below. If it was a dream, then how could he have been so affected by it? Certainly a dream wouldn’t affect him so… physically.

He also remembered that Uzumaki was famous for playing pranks. He wondered if, perhaps through some unknown jutsu he had managed to affect him. He remembered the sexy no jutsu that had failed to arouse his interest and thought… perhaps Uzumaki was simply trying to get a rise out of him.

Gaara sat down and tried to focus on the paper in front of him. He had told everyone that he had sufficiently recovered enough to go back to work and yet all he had done so far was day dream. This wouldn’t do. That Uzumaki was distracting even when he wasn’t present. So Gaara forced himself to stare at the parchment in front of him until the words came into focus.

A team of Konoha ninja was requesting permission to enter city gates and stop over on their way back to Konoha. He quickly scanned the names of the ninja and his breath caught when his eyes landed on one Uzumaki Naruto.

He scribbled a message and had it dispatched immediately.

So it had been a dream. Naruto hadn’t been there last night. But he would be here… soon.

Gaara’s heart fluttered and his stomach did little somersaults. He felt giddy while remembering the last time they had spent a night, or rather an evening, together. He grew curious as he felt something stir low and tight in his belly.

He stared at the spot between his legs.

'That’s an interesting reaction. I’ll have to interrogate Uzumaki about this later.'

Naruto felt nervous and excited. He had been chatting excitedly all day and though he knew Sakura was trying to be patient with him, her smile was becoming increasingly strained. Of course, had she known he was laughing so loudly to hide how nervous he was, perhaps she’d be a little more understanding?

Yes, Uzumaki Naruto was nervous. While he was completely excited about the prospect of seeing his good friend again and being able to check up on his condition, he was also a little terrified. The past few days had been a roller coaster for him. After experiencing the contempt with which Sasuke had treated him, he was feeling the need to see someone that would actually welcome him. He had kept his spirits up by pondering over the memories of the past few days he had had with Gaara; the challenges issued with a certain first kiss, a secret rendezvous that took place later that night and his awkward good-bye when it was finally time to part.

He was secretly grateful for Gaara’s cool composure and the little nudge of sand that allowed him at least a handshake before they had to part. He had been feeling awkward, slightly ashamed and to say he was confused was like saying Shikamaru was a “clever” boy. What had started as a kiss had turned into something far more erotic than even he had expected. His body still reacted to the memory of it.

They had even begun to affect his dreams…

Naruto perked up at the high cliffs, off in the distance. His heart sped up just a bit, images coming up unbidden of the Kazekage. 'Calm down Uzumaki. You’re not there yet.'

The city slept. The winds did not. Few were awake and thus the Kazekage went about his business as he usually did. No one disturbed him as he completed his review of the stack of papers on his desk. No one was there to observe the occasional blank look in his eyes as his thoughts wandered away from the documents in front of him. Gaara had been sent word of the Leaf-nins’ arrival. He had ordered them to be given standard guest quarters and he expected that his orders had been carried out. Against his desires, he had not ordered Uzumaki Naruto straight to his office.

He didn’t need to.

Gaara’s fingers brushed the small scroll containing Naruto’s written request; a request to see the Kazekage in person, before the night’s end, not on ninja business, but as a friend.

His body had reacted almost instantly. Memories of both dreams and reality flooded him, flooded his senses and the throbbing between his legs. His first reaction was to check the scroll for any strange seals or potential harmful substances that could be causing his response. But when nothing could be found he became slightly suspicious, and mostly annoyed. He didn’t like it when his body reacted against his will. As Kazekage, he had to be in complete control of himself at all times. Uzumaki’s pranks were not welcome. Gaara warred between certain desires to either immediately hurt Uzumaki or make him take responsibility for affecting him. He resisted both simply because he knew he wouldn’t have to wait much longer. Soon, Uzumaki would be here, and Gaara would get his answers.

He willed away his discomfort by trying to focus on his paperwork instead.

Before the hour was over, a light rapping sounded from the door. Gaara said nothing, but one of his guards opened the door and peered in carefully.

“Kazekage-sama, Uzumaki Naruto san is here to see you.” Gaara nodded and the guard ushered in a smiling Uzumaki. “Shitsurei shimashita,” the guard said, closing the door.

Gaara stood to greet his guest, coming round to stand in front of his desk and crossed his arms. He was perhaps, a bit unfriendly looking at the moment because Uzumaki’s grin faltered.

“What have you done to me?” Gaara asked accusingly. He faced the boy directly, green eyes boring holes into the squirming blond’s forehead protector. Naruto’s first reaction was an odd mixture of horror and bafflement.

“What do you MEAN what did I do to you? What DID I do to you?” He was louder than necessary, as usual, finger pointing accusingly at Gaara and cheeks flushed in what he assumed to be anger.

Gaara narrowed his eyes a bit- a sign that he was pondering this reaction. Uzumaki seemed oblivious to what Gaara was suggesting, but Gaara had also never known the boy to be quick thinking.

“I’ve had dreams,” Gaara said evenly. He left it at that, thinking Uzumaki could understand what he was getting at.

“Oh!” Naruto replied. He smiled and scratched the back of his head. “That’s what happens sometimes when you sleep. It happens to all of us.” The fight he was willing to start a few seconds before seemed to have left him.

“You were in them,” Gaara replied in the same monotone voice that Temari said unnerved people.

Naruto’s posture straightened out immediately. He seemed, for once, at a loss of words, but the bright flush that spread across his cheeks was enough of an answer for Gaara.

“Wha… what dreams?” Naruto asked hesitantly.

“You kept touching me, even if I told you not to. More so when I begged you to.” Naruto turned a red that nearly matched Gaara’s hair.

“Touch… you?” Gaara was slightly amused by how quiet Uzumaki was for once. He would have thought it was cute if he hadn’t been irritated with him.

“I want you to stop,” Gaara requested. “Stop these dreams and your touching.”

“Bu… but,” Naruto looked horrified.

“I don’t like waking up hard in the morning.” Gaara would have sneered had Naruto not suddenly fainted.

The shinobi quickly picked himself up and pointed at Gaara.

“YOU PERVERT! How is that MY fault? I didn’t DO anything to you!!”

Why was Uzumaki angry? Gaara felt that he had been the one violated. Uzumaki had flipped from being a hesitant bisexual to crazed sex maniac in the past few weeks and he had the nerve to accuse him of being a pervert?

“Whatever jutsu you’re using, stop it. Stop giving me these dreams. They make me uncomfortable.” Gaara glared.

“What type of pervert are you? No one can control their dreams! It doesn’t work that way!”

Gaara wrinkled his forehead in concern. “It must be a jutsu.”

Naruto sighed. “I don’t have that type of jutsu datebayo!”

The corners of Gaara’s mouth turned down a smidgen. “Then why can I still remember the sensations?”

“Huh?”

“You touched me. Here,” Gaara placed a hand over his chest, “here, and here.” His hands moved down to his groin and one hand reached behind to touch himself.

Naruto’s mouth dropped open. “Hentai!! You’re worse than ero-jiji!!”

Gaara pouted slightly. “That’s not what you told me last night.”

“I didn’t DO anything to you last night. I wasn’t in Suna!!” Naruto insisted, waving his arms up and down frantically in emphasis. “You had a wet dream!”

“Wet dream?” Gaara asked. “There was no water in my dream.”

Naruto frowned. “You’ve never had them before, have you,” Naruto stated rather than questioned. “They confused me too at first, but a wet dream is any dream that’s… exciting enough to affect you… down there.”

“Ah,” Gaara mulled over this new bit of information. It perhaps explained why Kankuro used to yell at Temari sometimes for waking him up in the mornings. “Do you have them too?”

Naruto blushed down to his collar.

“Am I in them?” Gaara asked innocently.

“Of course not! Why would I get excited over boys?” Naruto yelled.

“You were in my dream,” Gaara stated. Naruto frowned and looked away. “And I know boys excite you. Why else would you touch me?”

“It was just a dream! It wasn’t real!” Uzumaki protested.

“But it felt real,” Gaara retorted. Why didn’t Uzumaki understand the problem? Why was he acting so innocent? Gaara stepped closer to the young nin and stared him down. Unfortunately, as soon as he got close enough to feel the other’s body heat, his body reacted without his consent. The image of Uzumaki’s tan face, twisted with desire, popped up unbidden. Remembering the grin he made while thrusting himself into Gaara’s body made the sand shinobi shudder.

“You’re doing it again,” Gaara growled.

“Doing what?” Naruto yelled.

Sand slid its way across the room, grabbing Naruto’s hand and pressing it against the growing hardness in his pants. “This.”


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Yes, it's a tease. I seem to be good at that...