Disclaim: I don't own Naruto are any of its characters.

A/N: I went over this and fixed some of the errors. I didn't change any of the context, it's still the same. I just wanted to make it easier for people to read. ;p So please leave your opinions.

Two boys. Two hearts. And a betrayal?

I used my index to lift his chin up. My thumb resting on his soft chin. His eyes met mine. Our hearts skipped a beat. I leaned forward, he leaned forward. Our lips met. My heart stopped beating at the touch of his lips. I was sure that I died when his hand ran through my hair. I pulled back in shock. I was expecting denial. I was expecting a kunai at my throat, cruel words being whispered in my ears.

I loved him with all my heart. But did he really feel the same way for me. Did the feelings that kept me chasing him for all those years, also tear at a part of his heart? As if answering my unasked question, he gently shoved me back on to the bed. He came down with me and kissed me softly on the lips. Then he kissed along my jaw line. My pulse point. I moaned softly under his touch.

He then leaned in and whispered in my ear not cruel words, but the words the tear at my heart to this day. "Dobe. Why did it take you this long to realize how I felt about you? How long you've kept me waiting for this moment. How much I want to take you here and now. How much I love you."

My heart leapt at his last three words. The ones that truly mattered to me. He kissed me again. More intense. More desperate. More fulfilling. His tongue slid inside my mouth. God how I melted under his touch. He pulled up on his knees, still kissing me deeply. His hands that were holding himself up, were pulled from their safe location. Sadly, Sasuke pulled away. I think that I nearly fainted when I felt a tug on my shirt. I smiled, understanding his intentions.

Things changed, and Sasuke left to search for power. The day he left, I was so lost. I didn't think that he'd leave me for real. But it turned out that killing his brother was more important than being with me. It tore me apart. I was completely in love with that damn boy. And look what he did!! He left me, he fucking left. We'd been together secretly for about three months.

When he left, I fell apart. Everyone said that it was because he was like a brother to me, and that I felt responsible for his leaving. I think that's a load of shit. And I think that only one other person believes me. He was called into the village because the Hokage wanted him to help locate Sasuke. I wasn't allowed to go help because I wasn't in good health. Losing your best friend, and the love of your life, can do that to you.

So the Hokage decided that it would be better if I stayed here. I threw a fit. Yelled and cussed all that I could before Kakashi drug me out of the room. He hit me and said, "Damnit, what the hell is your problem? Chill the fuck out! Things aren't going to get better if you keep acting like this. Forget about Sasuke, this is all beyond your control. We'll get him back." I threw him off me and left. In my mind, I was yelling out that he didn't understand, that he would never understand.

I went to my favorite spot, the place where me and Sasuke had always trained together. I was so upset. Many emotions took me over. Anger, confusion, sadness. But mostly loneliness.

But that was three months ago. The team that they had sent out, had not had any luck. All the leads were dead ends. Sasuke was gone for good they had said. I laughed bitterly. As usual, I went to my favorite tree. Shortly after I arrived there, I was met by one of the ninja who failed in carrying out a mission that should have been mine in the first place. I glared as Gaara approached. He looked at me with a blank face. He looked up at me, I was laying in the branch of a tree, and he said, "Naruto, I want to help you. You saved me so many times. And for that, I wanted you to be the first one to hear this. Can I come up there?"

"Yeah, I guess."

The sand ninja jumped up and landed a few inches away from me. He seated himself and sighed. Looking up at the moon, he chose his words carefully.

I grew impatient. "What do you want?"

"It's about Sasuke."

My heart beat increased rapidly and my body tensed.

Gaara continued, "I lied earlier. Most of out leads weren't dead ends. In fact, one led us directly to the Uchiha. He's changed. He now wears a kimono and carries a sword. He's unbelievably strong. He wasn't alone, Orichimaru was….. well I didn't ask him. We talked for a while. Not willing to fight at all. While we were sitting there he told me something. He told me that he left you because he had to. He told me you tell you that he loved you. That you're the reason he stayed here longer than he intended. He says that he's sorry for leaving. That by the time he realized that you were more important than pursuing his dream of killing his brother it was to late. He said that he loves you more than life and wants you to move on and forget him." Gaara paused and smiled sadly, he continued by saying, "He also said that he wants to see you again. Possibly in heaven."

My eyes widened in realization. Sasuke was dead. Tears fell down my face and I forgot how to breathe. I started shaking my head, it wasn't true. This was all some cruel joke. Damn that Gaara, I figured that the sooner I left the better. I took off. Running as fast as possible, still crying, still saying that this was a joke. Soon I had tripped and fell to my hands and knees. I was sobbing. Sasuke, it wasn't true. Memories filled my head.

Sasuke was taking off his shirt too. I was sick of waiting, so as soon as he had his shirt pulled off, I pulled him back onto me. He was like a drug to me, one taste of him and I couldn't live without it. I eagerly kissed him. I ran my hands through his raven colored hair, drowning in his taste. He pressed his body against mine.

I felt his warm chest touch mine, it was more than I could handle. I groaned, and moved my hands down to his waist. I tugged and his shorts. I pushed them off him as far as I could. I felt him smile. He pulled away from the kiss, and pulled off the rest of my orange attire. I was left only in my boxers. As was he.

His warm hands caressed my hips. My hands were wrapped around his back, and I was kissing him deeply. He pulled away form my kiss and licked my jaw line. I moaned in pleasure. He kissed my neck, then my collarbone, then my chest, my stomach, my waistline. He paused and looked at me. Both of us were lost in the heat of the moment. But this time, he pulled away. Instead we kissed again, and ended up just holding each other.

But after that, we met almost every night. Doing things that people generally wouldn't approve of if they found out. But even if they did know, I wouldn't have cared. He was all that mattered to me now. Together we shut out the world and experienced a lot of firsts.

And when we were alone, all he had to do was touch my hand and I would melt. All he had to do was whisper my name and my heart would fall in his hands. And every time we fell asleep in each others arms, I remembered thinking, 'So this is love'