Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dream Hunters ❯ Nighttime Pleasures ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: This chapter may be just a little shorter than previous or next chapters...But I think you'll live... Hopefully this will bring in a few more likers... anyway, read and enjoy please
Gaara slipped inside the apartment he shared with his brother. Silently, he hung up his jacket and kicked off his shoes, putting his keys on the nightstand near the door. Walking down the hall, he heard the T.V. blaring in the front room. Looking in, he spotted his brother laughing at something depicted on the screen.

Noticing Gaara from the corner of his eye, the brunette turned the volume down and his head toward the redhead. “You’re home early.”

Gaara turned with a “Hn,” making his way to his room.

“There’s some Chinese in the microwave!”

“I’m not hungry.” He shut his door quietly, kicking off his socks. Removing his clothes, save his boxers, he fell onto the bed, not bothering to pull the red comforter from under him.

Staring at the ceiling, he tried to will sleep to him. Closing his eyes, he sighed. No matter how exhausted he was, sleep was always hard to come by. And now that he had something to look forward to, his insomnia only seemed to get worse.

Finally, when he was almost ready to give up, sleep took him gently away. One moment all was dark, the next, bright white.

The quiet boy blinked, looking around. He was in a tent with cushions of varying white, tans and grays piled on the floor to create a sea of soft comfort. Attached from the ceiling to the sides of the tent were long, transparent cloths in matching color to the pillows and blankets below. It gave Gaara the sense of being in the desert on a hot day, taking refuge inside from the heat.

Belatedly he realized he wasn’t alone. Turning quickly, his eyes fell on familiar white, opaque orbs.

“Hello, Gaara.” The redhead’s eyes shifted away, slightly shy. The other in the tent smirked, crawling forward with predatory grace. “Why so shy?”

Gaara’s eyes flashed toward him. “I’m not shy,” he said indignantly. His companion was sure that if it were in Gaara’s nature, he’d have huffed and crossed his arms like a child, pouting.

He chuckled, moving closer, his breath brushing the redhead’s ear. “Of course not.” He brought his tongue out, licking the shell with the tip. He smirked again as he felt the subtle shiver in response. He backed off, deciding it might be fun to tease the moody boy for a few moments. “How was your day, love?”

Gaara glared, shifting to bring the brunette more in his sites and to move a bit closer. “It was the same as any other day. Miserable.”

The brunette brought his hand up, running small circles on the others arm, massaging. “Why was that?”

Gaara resisted the urge to move even closer, much to the other’s amusement. “Naruto was disappointed when I told him that idiot Kakashi wouldn’t even pay enough attention to give us our government passes for our expedition.”

His seducer moved back, suddenly tense and alert. “For your search for Konohagakure, correct?”

Gaara nodded, missing the attention already, to which he berated himself. “Yes. Since we found that piece while we were hiking in the Sanin Mountains, Naruto won’t leave it be. He’s convinced that those old ruins are hidden somewhere up there around that site. But since it’s a national landmark and government property, we have to have permits in order to even think about taking a shovel to it.”

“Yes, I remember you telling me before. Why doesn’t Naruto go to the court office and get the permits himself?”

Gaara shrugged. “He’s usually too busy carting his cousin around to meet her boyfriend. What’s worse is, I think the loud little blonde wants to join us if we ever manage to get the papers.”

The brunette chuckled, beginning to massage again, poking ticklishly at random moments. “And would that be so bad?”

Gaara’s eyes hardened. “I think I would kill her.”

This time his companion laughed out loud. “Is she really so bad?”

“You’ve no idea….” He turned more fully toward the other, a smirk gracing his pale features.

The other returned the grin, grabbing the other’s chin gently and bringing him forward for a chaste kiss. Gaara immediately tried to take control, his tongue passing the brunette’s lips, taking hungrily.

The white eyed boy closed his eyes, letting Gaara control the moment for a few minutes more before reversing, slipping a hand under Gaara’s closest and pulling it out from under him, his other hand catching him and lowering the redhead to the softness below, keeping the kiss intact.

Gaara slipped his arms around the other’s waist, trying to bring him closer. He let out a whine as the other pulled back. “Neji.”

Neji smirked softly, placing a chaste kiss and retreating before Gaara could catch him up again. “I’m sorry, my dear Gaara, but I’m afraid our time is up.”

Gaara glared. “What do you mean….”

With a light chuckle, Neji sat up fully, Gaara following, still glaring. “I mean your insomnia kept you awake too long. Dawn has already come, which means you’re going to have to wake in approximately… Now.”

Gaara blinked as bright light filtered through the black curtain hanging over his windows. He sat up with a curse, swinging his feet off the bed and angrily stomping to his bathroom. “Dammit, why does this keep happening to me… We get so close and yet he denies me. Kami, you’re such an ass.” He turned on the shower, testing the waters until he found the right temperature, then stepped in. Quickly washing his hair, he turned off the water. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he wiped the steam from the mirror. His eyes were shadowed once again, though not as dark as usual.

Giving himself the once over again, he brushed his teeth, then rummaged around in the drawer for his black eyeliner. He just didn’t feel or look right (in his opinion) without those rings around his eyes. On top of that, it seemed to make people leave him alone, to which he thoroughly enjoyed. Most people avoided what they so intelligently considered a “satanic” person. He didn’t care. He didn’t really like people, anyway.

Once he was finished, he went back into his room and put on his clothes. He racked his closet for some jeans, finally settling on the ones with the ripped out holes in the knees, and chose a dark brown T-shirt from his dresser. Walking down the hall, he stopped into the kitchen and grabbed a banana before heading toward the front door. His brother had already left for work if the absence of his shoes and coat were anything to go by. Gaara slipped his own footwear and protective jacket on and made his way to his own little piece of hell.

Along the way, he sighed. He just knew Naruto was going to complain again….
A/N: Yes, I know, short...But that couldn't very well be helped...I already tried adding more onto this chapter, but it took away from the bit of teasing I put you guys through. So, to see what happens next you're gonna have to wait, and I tend not to update until someone tells me to, mostly because it literally slips my mind...Anyway, hope you enjoyed the very, very tiny sneak peek (there will be more eventually...) and I hope to count your visit again. Thanks much and have a good day, night, morning, whatever.