Disclaimer: I own nothing Naruto related. Period. Not even a DVD or plushie. Isn't this extremely sad? Yes, I thought so too :(

Full Summary: Gaara and Naruto have an understanding in the form of an occasional sexual relationship. It's during one of their more rougher sessions that it's taken the wrong way. Uchichas can be possessive like that.

Pairing List: Sasuke/Naruto with some Gaara/Naruto on the side.

Chapters: 2/2

Beta: The incredible Miss Lady Ivvy because, omg you guys, she's actually like, fast and on time and uses colours. Could this shit be real? I think it is. 'Cause oh man; she's just like, awesome.

A/N: Here is the second part! I hope it lives up to you expectations and you enjoy it. I should hopefully have more Naruto stories up soon regardless. *grins*

Part 2

Naruto had gotten home in record time, and after washing his face - and mouth - of blood, he got changed before practically sprinting the entire way to Sasuke's house, knowing that was where the other would be.

When he reached the mansion of a home Naruto internally rolled his eyes at the size of it as well as the memory of first seeing it and teasing Sasuke about it while Sakura gushed. Sasuke seemed to have preferred his reaction.

Shaking off the thought, he stopped at the front step before knocking on the door. He shifted his weight from foot to foot for a few awkward moments before the door was pulled open by a blank faced Sasuke.

"Sasuke-" He started, only to be cut off when the door slammed shut in his face, making him blink.

After a few seconds of confusion, he scowled. Oh for fuck's sake.

Naruto started pounding his fist on the door. "Open this damn door, Uchiha!"

When he didn't get a reply and the door still didn't open, he growled. "If you don't open it then I will forcibly knock it down."

The door was yanked open at that, and he was met with Sasuke's hard glare. "Just because you destroy your own apartment doesn't mean you can take the same liberty with my home."

"Then stop being a dick."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed further. "You'd know all about them, wouldn't you?"

Naruto felt the air leave him in a rush. He felt like he'd just been punched, and he was sure the hurt showed in his eyes because Sasuke's face lost most of its hostility.

"Sorry," He quietly apologised, confirming that Sasuke did see how much the barb had stung. They only ever took back insults when it noticeably affected the other.

Naruto tried to shrug it off, but he doubted he did too well. "It's fine." He paused before asking, "Sasuke. Do you…" he hesitated, "Do you have a problem with it?"

It was only because he was so focused, watching Sasuke's face for the slightest hint of what he was feeling, that he saw Sasuke tense as the emotion he'd seen in his eyes back in the forest flashed in them again. Both were only there for a split second, before his face was back to its neutral mask and his shoulders were relaxed. "I don't care who you date."

"Yes, you do." He stated quite plainly; internally thankful that he'd kept all the hurt from his voice. "Otherwise you wouldn't be so pissed off," he paused, "or have run away."

Sasuke shrugged, but didn't verbally respond.

Trying a different tactic, Naruto did his best to be reassuring, "I'm not going to hit on you or become a raging fanboy because of this. Just because I like guys too, it doesn't mean I'll fall for you."

Naruto eyes widened when Sasuke visibly flinched, his eyes dropping for a moment before they lifted back to Nauto's. They were once again revealing nothing. "I'm not stupid. You're dating Gaara."

This time it was Naruto's turn to look at the ground, only he was much slower at reconnecting their eyes. "I'm not," he said quietly.

Sasuke frowned. "What?"

With a shrug, Naruto answered, "We're not dating."

"So you're what?" Sasuke asked, something almost like… annoyance in his voice? "Just fucking?"

There was something about how he said it, or maybe the fact that Sasuke was the one saying it, but it made Naruto flinch and hold down a wince. "It's… complicated."

"Whatever," Sasuke voice was clipped. "It's not my business."

He was right, it wasn't. But Naruto still felt like he owed Sasuke an explanation. He didn't know why exactly. He just… did. Sasuke was his best friend and… maybe that was it? He felt bad for not sharing this with him? But, they weren't the kind of friends to tell each other secrets. They never did, and he couldn't explain it, but he felt inexplicably guilty over the whole situation.

"Sasuke," He suddenly said, breaking the somewhat awkward silence that had surrounded them, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Sasuke's face openly displayed his surprise, and Naruto didn't blame him. He was still trying to catch up with what his mouth had said. Was hell freezing over or was it just him?

God, had he even argued with Sasuke today?

It took him a few moments before he realised, no, he hadn't. He didn't even have the urge to either. Today everything had almost been… civil between them. It was nice, in a somewhat strange way.

"You didn't have to," Sasuke replied, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, but his voice was quieter, softer, as if he didn't want to break whatever… moment they were having either. "But, thank you."

Naruto smiled slightly. "So, uh." He gestured between them, "Anything else we need to… say?"

Sasuke looked ready to speak, but then he hesitated. Naruto waited for a few moments, but when the other didn't say anything, he prompted, "Yeah?"

There was a moment silence. "I," Sasuke stopped abruptly, before he possibly - Naruto wasn't entirely sure - sighed a little and stepped aside. "I've got ramen," was his only way of explanation.

Slightly suspicious, but not willing to break this strange thing they had going - not to mention he was hungry - Naruto stepped over the threshold, and after Sasuke shut the door, he followed the other ninja through his house and towards the kitchen.

When they reached it, Sasuke nodded slightly at one of the chairs surrounding a small table in the middle of the room. Naruto took a seat and watched as Sasuke went to the fridge and pulled out what was indeed ramen.

"I'm surprised you have any," Naruto commented, smiling at Sasuke.

Sasuke glanced at him, but seeing nothing hostile, he turned back to what he was doing. "Too many years hanging around you," He replied.

Naruto laughed, his smile becoming more natural, curved with amusement. "What can I say, I eventually win everyone over."

"Or merely you grow so used to it that you learn it's better to just give up and accept it. It's less painful that way."

Naruto straightened a little, feeling like they suddenly weren't talking about food anymore, but Sasuke hadn't reacted. He didn't look any different and his muscles hadn't tensed. There was nothing to indicate the conversation had changed.

"Admit it." Naruto said, deciding on not probing it. "You've grown to love ramen."

Sasuke's whole body was on edge by the time Naruto was finished. Naruto was actually kind of concerned. How many times had he gone like that in the past hour?

"It's kind of unavoidable," Sasuke whispered, and warning bells suddenly went off in Naruto's head.

This wasn't about food. No way. This was… something else. Something he didn't understand since he still had no idea what Sasuke really meant, but it wasn't ramen. That was for sure.

"Well ramen is… good," he said carefully, eyes not able to leave Sasuke's bowed head as he tried not to say anything incriminating while still keeping Sasuke talking.

"Yeah," Sasuke answered, "It is," he paused, seemed to hesitate before saying, his voice now filled with determination, "But it doesn't always agree with me."

Naruto's eyes widened, but Sasuke spoke again, "In fact. It used to hate me. Things changed though. Not enough. But I'll take a little pain if it gets me a little closer, even if it won't ever be exactly what I want."

Swallowing, Naruto managed to get out, only stuttering once, "Y-You said you loved it?"

He had never seen Sasuke so strained before, as his head only seemed to duck down further. "…Yeah."

For the second time in the past hour, Sasuke managed to knock all the wind out of him with words alone as he sat gaping at his best friend. The guy who just confessed to him using a ramen metaphor.

Which was just plain-oh. "You were jealous," Naruto stated, not able to keep up the pretence they had as his mind ran around in dizzying circles, "when you thought I was dating Gaara. That's what was in your eyes."

"Naruto," Sasuke warned. "This is food."

Naruto blinked at that, his mind actually stopping for a second and allowing him to absorb what Sasuke was telling him. When it sunk in, his temper reared its ugly head. Granted, it was more controlled since when he was a child, but he was still rather easy to rile up.

"No, this is you, and if you try and sell me something else I will rasengan your ass."

He was kind of surprised when Sasuke actually relaxed at that. "Tch. Like you could."

Naruto rolled his eyes before he stood up. When his chair scraped against the floor, he saw Sasuke's back lose the little relaxation it had gained a few seconds ago. He then turned around to face Naruto, his face was carefully blank but his eyes were tracking Naruto's every movement.

Stopping in front of Sasuke, he asked, face showing nothing but contemplation, and maybe a hint of guilt, "How long?"

Sasuke crossed his arms, looking completely on the defence, but his voice was annoyed, "How long what?"

He wanted to hit him, really, Naruto wanted to punch him in the face. He wouldn't though. He was older, calmer and just, smarter. Basically, he knew that any attack, verbal or physical would make Sasuke retreat into his shell and more than likely damage their friendship, probably beyond repair.

"Don't answer then," he shrugged. "Although, if you keep hiding from it, you're never going to get my response to this."

There, logic. Sasuke was a smart guy. He'd take the bait and Naruto could know how long Sasuke had been in love with him and maybe then he would freak out, and seriously, why wasn't he freaking out yet?

Gaara had made him do it in five seconds. So why couldn't Sasuke's confession do the same thing?

He internally grimaced at the question. He already knew the answer to that. It was because everything felt so natural, like it was a simple progression. Which, okay, right- he had never expected the next step to be anywhere near boyfriends.

Enemies, rivals, friends, best friends, boyfriends? No see, that wasn't adding up, thank you very much and-

"Why do I care about your thoughts?"

-that wasn't what he expected.

Blinking at Sasuke, he asked, perhaps a little put out, "Why the hell wouldn't you?"

Sasuke looked bored. "I've never cared about your opinion before. Why now?"

Clenching his fists, Naruto was really tempted to go back on his silent chant to not kill Sasuke. Really, he was asking for it. You didn't confess love, okay, love, and then pretend the conversation never happened. Not when the person you're in love with is trying to get their sanity back.

Just, why couldn't Sasuke be simple? Once. How was he supposed to figure out if he… did like Sasuke back or not when Sasuke wasn't even helping?

Shit. Why did he get the emotional handicapped as an admirer? Really, it was completely unfair in his book. At least Gaara had a backbone-ah.

He just shrugged, holding in his smirk and answering Sasuke's question, "I just thought you might. After all, Gaara wanted mine after he kissed me and offered his proposal. I guess he was just a little more ready for an answer, braver even."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed dangerously before he eventually bit out, "Different circumstances."

Raising his eyebrows, Naruto tilted his head to the left slightly, "How so?"

He had hands on his shoulders before he was slammed back against the wall - on the opposite side of the room, damn Uchihas and their speed.

Not getting a chance to protest - because, ow, his head - he suddenly had lips on his, and woah. Sasuke was kissing him.

Sasuke was kissing him.

Letting out a small squeak, he half expected Sasuke to try and deepen the kiss, but he didn't, just kept their lips pressed together, hands so tight on his shoulders and lips pressing so hard. It was just… desperation. Like he was so positive, so certain, that he would never get this chance again.

When he realised it, Naruto felt his heart just… ache.

He was about to lift his hand, thread it through Sasuke's hair and kiss him back, when Sasuke moved his mouth away. He pressed their foreheads together and whispered, his voice so defeated, more broken than Naruto had ever heard it, "Because Gaara wasn't in love with you."

Opening his eyes, Naruto stared into depressed black orbs that held so much misery in them, misery Sasuke wasn't even trying to hide.

His fingers slipping from Naruto's shirt, Sasuke's hands slowly dropped away from his shoulders, but he otherwise didn't move. Naruto quickly figured out that he was just waiting to be pushed away. That he wouldn't leave until he was forced too.

Not knowing what else to do - there was nothing else to do; because maybe this had been here all along, without him realising - Naruto brought his arms to Sasuke's waist, wrapping them loosely around the other's torso before pulling him closer.

Sasuke's eyes widened slightly, and Naruto knew he wasn't seeing things when a small measure of hope flashed through them. "Naruto?

With a small smile, Naruto tilted his head up to brush Sasuke's lips softly.

"This love between us?" he said, watching Sasuke's face as it just, lit up. Sasuke's arms coming around his own waist as he made a 'hmm' sound, lips brushing Naruto's cheek.

Smiling softly, Naruto moved his lips to catch the chaste kiss aimed for the corner of his mouth. When he pulled back, he continued, "I think we can come to an arrangement."

When Sasuke's lips tilted up into one of the few smiles he'd ever seen on the other's face, Naruto gave a blinding one back. After all, it wasn't every day your best friend, rival and greatest enemy became your boyfriend.

He guessed he just got lucky.

-break-

Silently, on the very edge of the Uchiha compound, crouched on the branch of a tree, a slightly sad smile formed on the ninja there. He held out his hand as the eye of sand fell into his palm. Without a sound, he turned and faded from view.

A/N: So yes, no sex and not very much possessive Uchiha. Sorry about that. Next time maybe :P

A/Nx2: Oh so, like, in case you're wondering, there has been a paragraph added to the ending as of the 12/09/10 or 09/12/10 depending where you're from. My lovely new beta Lady Ivvy pointed it out that Gaara should have been covered more at the end so, here you go. All her fault. Hehe.