A/N:

Ok So first I apologize for long absence but I got really busy with life and so much happened that I kind of lost the motivation but now I'm back and feeling

better and I thought how about surprising you guys with a short story but as you know that my inability to write short stories is so great that I don't even know

where to begin with yeah somehow a one shot became a long shot lmao. But It turn out really good and I'm sure you'll love it.

Disclaimer

I don't own Naruto. I hope you know that. Or it would be my name there and not kishimoto sensei's XD.

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The very pervy and talented WhistleSongWriter

"Beep… Beep"

The alarm was ringing signaling that it was already seven am. Shuffling within his lover's embrace, the boy yawned and slowly slid out to turn off the alarm.

He grabbed the band on the nightstand and quickly tied his loose silky hairs into a small pony tail, before standing up to stretch his body. He rubbed his tired eyes, but then his body stiffened as a deep blush crept on his milky cheeks. He fondly looked back at the sleeping man and then slowly strolled inside the bathroom. His eyes met the mirror.

Reflected were a pair of puffy black eyes, his line of vision travelled down, stopping at every single hickey covering his lean torso. He saw the messed state his underwear was in and after undressing, he stepped into the shower. Biting his lip, he reached behind wincing as flares of pain erupted from his backside, his cheeks burned as he began to clean himself up. After his shower, he dried himself with a white, fluffy towel and then walked back into the bedroom, limping with each step.

There he saw the man was awake, though still wrapped in sheets, with his muscular torso revealed and owlishly blinking his eyes. He looked at the boy with his piercing green eyes and then gave a lazy smile.

"Hey." His voice was gruff while he popped on his elbow to look up.

"You're awake..," the boy blushed, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

"What are you doing waking up so early Sasuke? It's the weekend right?" The man frowned, his red hairs glistered in the sunlight pouring from behind the curtains slightly into the room. The man also had a fair share of his own love bites.

"I have a study group today, didn't I tell you yesterday Gaara?" Sasuke asked his lover.

"I don't remember any such thing." Gaara sulked while he got out of the bed, "I wanted to go out with you on a breakfast date jeez.." He said grumbling while he left for the bathroom, ignoring Sasuke.

"I told you to go easy on me last night Gaara, it's not my fault you have Horny Dick Syndrome," growled Sasuke as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Gaara who was entering the bathroom halted in his steps and turned to glare at Sasuke but then after looking at Sasuke's sour expression he bit his lips before composing his own and smiled. He moved closer to Sasuke and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

"I'm sorry. I just always lose my calm with you baby." Gaara pulled Sasuke's lithe body closer and nuzzled his face into his neck.

Sasuke briefly relaxed into the embrace, but then remembered that he was still mad and pushed Gaara away.

"Take a shower, you smell of sweat," He complained, however his voice went quiet, "If you still want to we can go on a date after the study session."

"No, baby you go ahead and study. It's fine. I need to go for the practice match too." Gaara slid his fingers through his messy brown hairs and then smirked devilishly, "By the way Sasuke, you weren't complaining about how I smelled last night. I hadn't showered when you hopped into my arms." He walked away with a smug expression.

Sasuke rolled his eyes as he fixed his appearance before yelling, "That's because I sprayed an air freshener early yesterday morning. Anyways I'm going, there should be some food in the fridge… I'll text you when I'm finished."

Gaara's expression soured and he mumbled under his breath, 'This little shit. He thinks he is so smart. Fucking slut.' Gaara gritted his teeth while he hopped inside the shower. The loving and caring act was dropped as soon as Sasuke had left.

But of course he'd never reveal his true self in front of the college genius and rich boy Sasuke.

Gaara had met him in high school. Sasuke Uchiha, who was the most popular guy in their high school, had a small build but he was lean and had muscles just in the right places, a brain that could give newton a run for his money and an endless fortune.

Sasuke was like the the golden goose and everyone, let it be girls or boys, flocked around him. The principal of their school was Sasuke's maternal aunt, so that fact also didn't help it.

As for Gaara… He hated Sasuke and despised him with every fibre of his being. Whenever he saw Sasuke the only thing that would come in his mind was 'why the hell does that girlish boy have to have it all?'? He was better at sports than Sasuke, yes he was slightly average at studies but he had good looks so why the fuck is Sasuke in spot light.

The fact that he ended up with Sasuke was the weirdest thing that ever happened to him too. Just a party at a warehouse with drugs and alcohol, and when he got up the next day with a shitty headache, he was greeted by a milky back and loose black hairs splayed on the pillow. His heart was thumping as his eyes traveled the beautiful outline and the sharp cut of the hip, however when the person shuffled and turned, his heart stopped.

It was Sasuke… Sasuke Uchiha… The person he had hated during all of his high school life was laying beside him, covered in red angry bites and naked… Naked? Gaara remembered how panicked he had felt. The moment he lifted the covers to see that he was naked too, "SHIT" was repeated again and again like a mantra, but then everything started to rush back to him.

He remembered… He remembered that it wasn't him but Sasuke who had pushed him. It was Sasuke who seduced him. Whispering to him, seducing him with his words and repeating.

'I love you Gaara. I want you so much. I'll make you feel better than any woman has ever made you feel.'

He remembered how Sasuke had said that as if it was a dream than he never wanted to wake up from. How he said it with such a passionate tone and gaze. Gaara had concluded in that moment that Sasuke… The golden boy of the school… That Sasuke Uchiha actually loved him.. And if he loved him than it meant that Sasuke was gay?

Gaara had felt a strange sense of excitement run into his veins. He looked back at the curled up sleeping boy and smirked sinisterly.

So when Sasuke woke up and stumbled out of the bed yelping, looking like a cornered wild deer, Gaara had made his move. Telling Sasuke how much he enjoyed last night and how he wanted to continue it. How he wanted to get to know him better.

The boy fell for it. His eyes had lit up in glee. However Gaara didn't want his reputation to be ruined. So he very nicely and helplessly told Sasuke how he was afraid to become an outcast if he came out.

Sasuke had looked hurt but he composed his face and quickly said yes, agreeing to everything Gaara said, trusting him blindly. And from that day onward the dirty play had started. Sasuke was easily manipulated because of his feelings for Gaara. Gaara just had to act nice and show him how very helpless and dependent he was and Sasuke would melt.

Sasuke returned to the apartment, he switched on the light and craned his head to look inside the bedroom. Empty. Sighing, he looked at his phone and saw no new messages. 'Gaara must still be angry,' he thought wearily.

After untying his hair, he flopped down onto the bed and could faintly smell the scent of last night activities. Sadness tugged at his heart and he pulled the pillow closer, craving the warmth of his lover. Minutes passed until Sasuke finally decided to stop sulking and get dinner ready.

He heated the oven and crushed the cookies needed for the crust of the dessert, before baking it. Then he whipped up the chocolate pudding mixture and caramel sauce. He added the caramel and then the pudding to the crust and let it refrigerate.

While the pie refrigerated, he lined a baking sheet. After grabbing a small bowl, Sasuke added all the ingredients to make the herb rub. He stirred in a bit of olive oil and then let the mixture sit while he started to prepare for the pasta.

He quickly placed a pan to boil water for pasta while he started to fry the salami. While it fried he placed the tip of sirloin on the sheet and covered all the sides with the spice mixture before placing it in the oven. Waiting for the sirloin to roast, Sasuke combined the ingredients needed for the sauce. After the pasta finished cooking, he tossed the sauce, salami, mozzarella and basil before seasoning it to perfection. When the pasta was done, the roast was ready too, sizzling slightly and smelling mouthwatering. After taking out the roast, Sasuke whipped up some chocolate cream and topped the pie with it before returning it to the fridge.

As Sasuke set the table, joy and anticipation filled his heart. He had cooked Gaara's favourite foods; Chocolate Caramel Cream Pie, Herb Rubbed Sirloin Roast and Burnt Tomato Pasta to compensate for the missed date. A soft lullaby floated out of his voice as he poured two glasses of Screaming Eagle Cabernet, the corner of his lips turning up into a small smile.

He looked at his phone again expectedly, biting his plump lips a bit anxiously. He tapped his fingers on the table and took a whiff of himself. 'Maybe he should shower before Gaara came back?'

Deciding that Gaara may take a while to return, Sasuke stood up and walked into the bathroom, after undressing out of his casual attire, he stepped into the shower. The steam fogged the glass shower wall as Sasuke washed his hair with jasminum sambac scented shampoo.

After his impromptu shower, the boy walked into the bedroom, his towel wrapped around his lithe waist, riding low on his hips exposing his hip bones. A loud ringing had him rushing into the dining room.

"Gaara!" He shouted excitedly into the speaker, the sound of bursting music filled his ears, "Where are you?"

"WHAT? I-I Can't Hear You!" Gaara shouted over the line while the loud music kept on bursting in the background.

"I'M ASKING WHERE YOU ARE? DIDN'T PRACTICE FINISH 2 HOURS AGO?" Sasuke shouted back.

"Wait.. Sorry…" It felt as if Gaara was to talking to someone and Sasuke could hear the loud voices in the background giving him a headache, "Yeah Sasuke.. I.. I'm sorry but the guys just dragged me into a party. I...HEY SHUT UP FOR A SEC!" He shouted in the middle and Sasuke rubbed his temples.

"Are you coming back anytime soon?" Sasuke asked, eyeing the dishes laying out on the dinner table. His grip on the phone tightened.

"I- Babe…I don't know." Gaara's voice turned quiet when he called him and it stung Sasuke to know that even after all these years Gaara couldn't own the truth of their relationship.

"I-I… Have fun and text me when you're coming home," Sasuke's voice quivered as his body shook.

"Heyyy.. Why don't you come here huh? I mean there are drinks, games and drugs." He could feel Gaara smirking and then he heard someone calling Gaara over the loud music, "Who is it Gaaray?.. My roommate.." It was some girl's voice and in all those years Sasuke felt his heart crushing the millionth time again, 'roommate..' " Ok Sasuke...I gotta go…Don't wait for me but if you change your mind just come here. I'm gonna text you the address ok."

Sasuke heard the line cut off and his phone buzzed. Looking down, a stray tear fell onto the screen, he quickly wiped his eyes and almost threw his phone on the dining table and began packing up the food. 'Even after everything we've done, he's still too afraid to tell others of our relationship'.

As he piled the dishes into the fridge, his eyes lingered on the wine. 'A couple glasses won't hurt,' he told himself. He settled onto the couch, bottle in one hand as he downed the contents of the glass in the other.

Morning came slowly and when Sasuke woke up, his body ached and an extreme headache pounded in his head. The stinging sensation along with the feeling of something warm and wet travelled down his arm, he looked down and saw shattered glass. 'Shit…,' he realised that his hand was bleeding.

Sometime in the night, the glass ended up broken and now that he was waking up it ended up piercing his soft palm. He rushed to get the first aid kit, however stopped in his tracks when he saw the dining room. Memories of last night flooded into his brain, he walked towards the front door. No shoes. Gaara still hadn't come home.

Sasuke ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach and went to bandage his hand. His grip trembled, but he persisted. 'Maybe he just got too drunk so he stayed behind,' he reasoned.

A ringing startled him.

"Gaara are you-," He started, only to be cut off by a familiar voice.

"Sasuke dear, it's me," A smiling voice greeted, cutting off his sentence.

"Mother," Sasuke's eyes widened. He hadn't hung out with his parents after moving out for college, and they often didn't get time to call each other as his family ran a prestigious hotel and restaurant chain, "Why are you calling?"

"I'm happy to know you still remember your mother Sasuke," A small melodic laugh travelled across the line, "Anyway, your father and I wanted to ask if you would like to go out for lunch with us and a good friend of ours."

"A good friend?" Sasuke asked, his parents had too many 'good friends'.

"Minato Uzumaki," his mother answered.

"Minato Uzumaki, as in the CEO of Uzumaki Enterprises?!"

"Yes, yes that Minato Uzumaki. Your father would be hurt to know that you're gushing over another company," his mother giggled.

Sasuke blushed, Uzumaki Enterprises had created his favourite game, Boundless Love. He could never forget the voice of his favourite character, Ethan, it had appeared in countless of his dreams and, even now could send shivers down his spine.

He cleared his throat, "Where are you meeting?"

"At noon in the Venus Hotel," His mother told him.

Sasuke paused, "Venus Hotel? You're just going to boast about our Hotel and Restaurant chain aren't you?"

"Maybe, maybe not," His mother sang, it was followed by a small laugh, "Anyways, I need to meet up with your father. I'll see you soon sweetie, a driver is coming to pick you up in 10."

The other party hang up. Sasuke sighed, running a hand through his long hair, he looked at the time and saw it was 10am. After wrapping his hand in bandages, he took some panadol and freshened up before throwing on a white button up shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. Debating whether or not to tie up his hair, he decided not to and left it out after brushing out the knots.

As promised, someone had come to pick him up. After being dropped off outside the overly extravagant Venus Hotel, Sasuke walked inside. He noticed that no one arrived yet, so he decided to go to the restroom first.

'I wonder if Gaara came home yet,' Sasuke checked his phone as he walked into the restroom. He didn't look to see if anyone was coming out.

!BAM!

Sasuke groaned as he cradled his bandaged hand, he unconsciously landed on it causing it to start bleeding once more. Looking up to see the person he walked into, he was met with piercing, smoldering blue eyes. The man was tall with golden hairs, his form towering over Sasuke and he took a sharp breath when he looked at his face. He had the urge to run his fingers along the man's chiseled jawline and brush against those thin yet kissable lips.

'Oh… my god. I've got a boyfriend and here I am itching to touch another man's face.' His face burst into flames.

"I-I'm sorry!" Sasuke apologised, diverting his eyes.

"You don't nee… you're bleeding.. Shit.." The man was offering him his hand but then his beautiful mesmerizing eyes widened startled and he quickly knealt down, pulling Sasuke's hand carefully towards him. His eyes were narrowed and the handsome features looked worried.

"It's nothing…" Sasuke mumbled, for some reason he didn't want to pull his hand away, "I was being careless, and opened up a recent wound. You don't need to worry about it."

"But we can't leave it like this." The man frowned, his golden eyebrows narrowing slightly and his face looking concentrated, then he parted his lips and quickly pulled a handkerchief out of his blazer's pocket, "Here.. Please give me your hand." The velvety smooth voice rolled out of those thin lips.

Sasuke felt a familiar chill down his spine, "T-Thank you." He watched as the man unwrapped the messy bandaging, and after wetting the handkerchief, began cleaning his wound. The unfamiliarity of another person hand gripping his made Sasuke bite his lip in hesitation.

"You have.. very soft hands. Are you an artist?" The question was asked casually but that deep smooth voice made the words sound not even a bit innocent nor the nimble movements of those long fingers were any less of artistic.

Feeling the urge to move his hand away Sasuke hesitantly replied, "Ummm…. I paint… sometimes…"

The man didn't continue the conversation afterward and when he finished tying the handkerchief around Sasuke's hand, the boy quickly scrambled to his feet.

"Thank you for the help…. I really need to go," He thanked the stranger and dashed out the restroom.

Sasuke never saw the amusement dance into those mesmerizing blue eyes and never saw how that stranger's lips curled into a charming smile. The man blew a soft breath mumbling under his breath, "He looks just his mom."

As Sasuke entered the restaurant, a pair of familiar figures entered his line of view.

"Mother, Father," he greeted, a small and sweet smile forming on his face.

The pair who were in a conversation with a third person turned to face the owner of the voice, and the black haired woman squealed and jumped out of her seat.

"Sweetie it's so good to see you," Sasuke's mother hugged her son tightly, "How's college been treating you?"

Sasuke felt his airways constricting and he looked towards his father for help.

"Honey, try not to suffocate our son," His father smiled, putting a hand on the joyful woman's shoulder, who pouted yet released Sasuke from the hug.

Sasuke coughed a few times, patting his chest. "It's been great mom," he smiled.

His mother, unsatisfied with the answer, pested him with questions. "Have you been eating? Is anyone bullying you? How are your studies going?"

Sasuke was about to reply to his ecstatic mother, when a voice interrupted.

"Fugaku! Mikoto! Let the poor boy have a breath." Sasuke looked to the third person on the table.. 'Minato Uzumaki'... The man was in his fifties with golden hairs and sharp blue eyes, a smart man with a deep voice and soft expressions.

Mikoto rolled her eyes, "It's fine Minato, just because your like a rock doesn't mean everyone is. After all, I only get to see my baby boy every other month!"

Sasuke wanted to complain that he turned 20 last year, but kept quiet. His eyes turned to look at Minato Uzumaki, a feeling of excitement welled up in him.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Uzumaki," He greeted.

The man smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling, "There's no need to be polite. You're parents have told me lots about you Sasuke… Maybe a bit too much, but I can see the resemblance between you and your mother." He motioned for Sasuke to sit down.

A waiter came to their table and took their orders and as they were waiting for the food, Sasuke's parents and Mr. Uzumaki engaged themselves in a conversation concerning business.

Droning out the slightly mundane conversation, Sasuke looked down at his phone. Still no new messages. He bit his lip, worry flooding through him. What if Gaara didn't come home safe? What if he's hurt? Shaking his head, Sasuke knew Gaara was able to take care of himself and he focused his vision on Mr. Uzumaki.

'He looks similar to the man from earlier," Sasuke thought. "Though, his hair shined brighter and his eyes were more golden with hints of amber or was it orange… and he had a sharper jawline.'

"Sasuke? Sasuke? Are you feeling alright?" His mother asked concern on her face, breaking him out of his trance.

Sasuke jumped and saw the three looking him worriedly. He nodded his head and stabbed the fork into the just arrived food.

"I'm fine," He told them slightly embarrassed , but inside he couldn't stop thinking about Gaara and the mystery man with those damn blue eyes.. He could still feel that hot gaze on him.

TBC

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