[It seems Naruto is full of surprises tonight, eyes once again growing a bit wider before they narrow slightly, lips curling up not in a smile, but something a little more carnal. He might have missed that sound before, its meaning, and the hint in those words would have gone amiss. But he's learned things here, learned some of the subtleties of this seductive game.
He lets Naruto backtrack, until he says that word. He remembers it from the party. Close. It sends a rush through his body that settles low in his stomach.
But even then he knows what Naruto's saying, he hears the offer. And he wants to take it. Maybe Naruto's warmth can beat out the coolness from the rest of this house.]
Alright, Naruto. [The words are soft, uncertain, but if Naruto can be selfish, perhaps he can be too.
He isn't going to stop, Gaara realizes, so blunt it is.] I don't want to sleep. I just need the noise to stop.
[His eyes follow Naruto's hand to the cut. They's all seen worse, of course, but Gaara hasn't really experienced worse. His fight with Sasuke that bled into a fight with Naruto. It was the first time he bled, and it was the last. At leat the last time he could feel it. Deidara's explosion knocked him unconscious. There had been no zoned pain. And Madara...it was so deep, so damaging he couldn't feel it.]
Good and bad. For so long, I've wanted pain that could heal. [Another admission, but lack of sleep will do that, this particular new learned experience has done this.]
...Yes. [Its not as intense as it was, but it was there, prominent, arousing. The color, the heat, the scent, the feeling of his own skin splitting, the sight of someone else's skin marked because of him. A reminder for a brief amount of time. Another way to prove his existence in this strange place.
But Naruto's seen his bloodlust at its worse, and so cautious, nervous eyes move up the tanned arm, pausing on the strong neck, a scarred cheek, before he's meeting blue. Questioning.]
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He lets Naruto backtrack, until he says that word. He remembers it from the party. Close. It sends a rush through his body that settles low in his stomach.
But even then he knows what Naruto's saying, he hears the offer. And he wants to take it. Maybe Naruto's warmth can beat out the coolness from the rest of this house.]
Alright, Naruto. [The words are soft, uncertain, but if Naruto can be selfish, perhaps he can be too.
He isn't going to stop, Gaara realizes, so blunt it is.] I don't want to sleep. I just need the noise to stop.
[His eyes follow Naruto's hand to the cut. They's all seen worse, of course, but Gaara hasn't really experienced worse. His fight with Sasuke that bled into a fight with Naruto. It was the first time he bled, and it was the last. At leat the last time he could feel it. Deidara's explosion knocked him unconscious. There had been no zoned pain. And Madara...it was so deep, so damaging he couldn't feel it.]
Good and bad. For so long, I've wanted pain that could heal. [Another admission, but lack of sleep will do that, this particular new learned experience has done this.]
...Yes. [Its not as intense as it was, but it was there, prominent, arousing. The color, the heat, the scent, the feeling of his own skin splitting, the sight of someone else's skin marked because of him. A reminder for a brief amount of time. Another way to prove his existence in this strange place.
But Naruto's seen his bloodlust at its worse, and so cautious, nervous eyes move up the tanned arm, pausing on the strong neck, a scarred cheek, before he's meeting blue. Questioning.]