[Fanfic] [GaaSai] [Not in blood, but in bond] Pulling Heaven Down
Title: Pulling Heaven Down
Verse: Not in Blood, but in Bond.
Characters: Gaara no Sabako, Sai, Naruto Uzumaki
Pairing: Gaara no Sabako x Sai
Rating: T
Prompt: #08 Compromise.
Summary: “Why did you say it was you instead of me?” How you deal with your boyfriend being thrown in jail, when it feels like it’s all your fault to start with.
Notes: Not much to say on this one. Just... well I won’t say light, but about hope, keeping it, and keeping strong.
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Nothing kills your sex life quite like your boyfriend being thrown in jail. Coercing feeling through a panel of clear plastic and softly spoken words into a receiver. Gaara worried, alone without him. Sai just smiled back and pressed his hand against the barrier, over the space Gaara had put his.
“Why did you say it was you instead of me?”
Not that they didn’t find ways to liven it up a bit. Sai was a talented artist after all. He drew such beautiful things, the things he missed. Watching Naruto laugh and give a speech to a crowd of cheering supporters. Sakura’s face huffing when he was annoyed with one of her ‘boys’ as she called it.
“I couldn’t let them take you like that.”
Then the private things. Gaara curled into him when he woke, pressed against Sai’s taller body, the tangle of sheets around his hips, because Gaara was a active sleeper. The determined look on his face when Naruto had told him what he needed -- and had so readily agreed. Then things that made the guard flush as they were passed between them, inspecting them to make sure they were nothing bad. The naked lust on Gaara’s face when he pressed Sai back into a wall, hands dragging red lines down his side, the savage look in his eyes.
“I do not understand why the guards look so horrified. It is not as if the pictures depict them.”
Gaara sighed, making polite conversation, since the guard was still trying to look everywhere else but the couple talking. His relationship with Sai had never been a private one. Whoever he was fucking would never be private, no matter how he wished it so.
Still it had it’s perks, being infamous in the old fashioned sense of the world. In that cold, cigar and straight whiskey way that meant Sai would be untouchable in his absence. Anyone who laid a finger on him, would in the end, answer to Gaara. The whole world knew he had no mercy in that way. He wouldn’t touch the person, not personally -- that reeked too much like vengeance. But Uzumaki would.
“They are treating you well?”
“Yes. Everyone is very polite to me, avoid me a lot, but I think that is because of the guard you paid to watch me.”
Gaara sighed.
“Naruto says he is close. Soon we can be close again. I miss you.”
Gaara nodded, fingers curling against the plastic.
“... Why did you say it was you? It was just a possession charge. It hardly matters to me. I can defend myself.”
“Because you are more important then me.”
“That is a lie, no one is more important than you are.”
Silence fell again between them. After a second Sai lent his forehead forward, pressing it again the barrier, Gaara traced the features of his face, like he had every morning they had woken up next to each other. So simple an appreciation, but Sai had always known how much touch had meant to Gaara from the very first.
“Soon, I will have you back again. Have you planned what you do when you get out? I have.”
“What then? I had not given it much thought.”
“We won’t leave the bedroom all night and all morning. Then, we’ll have your favourite food, endless amounts of it. After that, perhaps visit Naruto if you’d like, and Sakura and Sasuke too. They had their first child last week. It’s Naruto’s.”
“I would like that, I saw it on the news. They all look very happy.”
Gaara chuckled softly, thinking again. After a moment, he dropped his hand away to rub to brace his head on it, just watching.
“Why did you do it?”
“You ask me that every time you come.”
“I still don’t believe it.”
“It doesn’t matter if you do, just tell Naruto to hurry up and close in on the bastards that framed me. The food is terrible here.”
“I will. Tell me again why we keep doing this to ourselves.”
There was a rap from the guard on the wall.
“Fifteen more minutes!” His voiced boomed.
The receiver crackled as Sai mumbled discontentedly, pulling his face away and sitting upright again.
“It always seems too short. Even if I tell myself an hour will be enough.”
“Soon, I promise, we will have all the time in the world.”
“I’d have you already if people weren’t just lying bastards not worth the air they breath.”
“You’re so violent Gaara, don’t you ever get tired?”
It was a familiar point of contention between them. Started because Sakura had made a quip about how badly Gaara snapped, when and if it happened. He’d insisted he was fine just as angrily back, and Sai had latched onto it in worry, and then with amusement for how badly he would insist ‘he was perfectly calm’ half growled out under his breath reminiscent of a vicious dog.
“I am tired of waking up alone even more so.”
It was enough to silence them both. After silence stretched for too long, Gaara sighed.
“I’ll get you out Sai. As soon as I find out who did it, I’ll force them to confess to it. Just keep your head down.”
“I still want to know how they got into your office to start with.”
“It was probably someone in my closer circle.”
The implications there of made them both silent again.
“Time’s almost up.” The guard called.
Gaara frowned, putting his hand up against the glass again, so did Sai.
“Soon.”
Sai nodded, taking that promise, the same one that he always offered every time he came. The Guard stood up, making his way around to the other side to stand behind Sai. “Time’s up.” he said again. Gaara glared at him pointedly when he put a hand on Sai’s shoulder to lead him away. Sai smile again, dropping his hand from the glass and hanging up the receiver.
He waved at Gaara one last time before being led away, that same polite fake smile on his face, no doubt accidentally annoying the guard with some not thought out comment. Gaara stayed there, just watching him until he disappeared behind the grey doors and out of sight totally. When he had gone, he sighed hanging up the phone, head dropping down, frowning.
“Time to go, Mr. Sabako.” Was the murmur behind him.
Gaara turned, the man was holding out the paintings Sai had done. Very carefully Gaara took them and slide them into the folder he had brought especially for them. The guard nodded to the paintings. “It’s not my thing sir, but nice that he loves you so much.”
He didn’t have much to say to that, so he just nodded in return and walked out of the room. Strange, he’d been coming here for a year and a half and beyond some blushing and stuttering, they’d never addressed him.
Today though, he couldn’t light his cigarette as he usually did after visiting Sai, whilst he went to his car. The rain was coming down too hard.
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Naruto burst into his office, a far too bright grin for such a miserable day. Threw himself into the chair in Gaara’s office behind his desk, arrogant as ever.
“Gaara, why are you staring out the window, ain’t nothing but rain out there.” he drummed his nails on his desk.
Gaara shrugged, arms locked behind his back. “You’re in my chair.”
“You were brooding, I took the liberty since you were being the worst host ever.” Naruto lent his head on his hand, tilted to the side, the same lopsided grin on his face as had been when they were boys.
“I was not brooding, merely recollecting.”
“Sure looked like brooding to me.”
“Don’t you have a new mother and infant to be looking after?”
“Sasuke’s with them, being the protective Daddy.”
Gaara said nothing, walking around Naruto to the side of the desk, digging around in his papers for something Naruto needed to read over anyway.
“Here, I’ve outlined what the gangs on the west side are doing this week, if you want to catch the bigger dogs though, you should leave it for another month, till they think they are safe to move around more openly and they are not being watched.” He slid a form in front of him, busying himself.
Naruto said nothing, not looking at the paper but just at Gaara. Then: “It’s okay you know.”
“Pardon?” Gaara looked up, confused.
“It’s okay to be frustrated and impatient, you don’t always have to be so... in control.”
Gaara still beside him, hands bracing on the desk awkwardly. Then as if he had the greatest weight on his shoulders, he sighed and slumped just barely.
“I feel like I am failing him, every day is another failure. He should be here, next to me.”
Naruto looked at him sadly. “You’re stronger then I am, I would of broken in there by now.”
“I want to, I want to.” So badly, fuck the law, fuck the things he’d been working for. Sai was his damn it, and he shouldn’t have to part with him in this way. “I’ll never forgive him for saying it was him, not me.” The paper crumpled violently in his hands.
“He knew the risks, Gaara, when he took up with you. Sai’s the most loyal person I know, it’d break him to see you in there, away from your work.” Naruto tugged the paper out of his hands, almost ripping it with how tightly it was gripped, but after a second and Naruto clicking his fingers in front of Gaara’s face to snap his attention back, he relented.
“I know I just... Naruto why are you here?”
“Because I said I’d be here for you, when things were the most shit, that’s what friends are, you know? It’s like you forget that sometimes.”
Gaara smirked, amused despite his black mood and lightly cuffed him across the back of his head.
“I swear your position has made you even more annoying and cocky.” He straightened, going back to the window.
Naruto just grinned, rubbing the back of his head in a lazy way, it hadn’t hurt and Gaara had done much worse to him for his arrogance before.
“You really need to get out of this office you know. Temari says you sleep here most night.”
“It’s fine Naruto.” In a tone that clearly said, don’t press this.
“No, it’s not really. Sai wouldn’t want you locking yourself up in a prison like his, he didn’t give up his freedom for you to sulk and feel self pity like this.” Naruto drummed his nails on the desk.
“Naruto.” A clear warning tone.
“No, Gaara. You can growl and snarl at everyone else, but you are coming out to dinner at my house tonight. You’re going to tell Sakura-chan she looks pretty, you’re going to be sarcastic and snarky with Sasuke and you’re going to eat at least one proper meal, got it?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I’m worried about you, your siblings are worried about you, hell even Sasuke noticed you’re worse then usual and if Sai were here, he’d be worried about you too.”
“If Sai were here...”
“... You wouldn’t be like this at all. I know, I know. Fact is, he isn’t. He went to jail for you, and you sulking and hiding and throwing yourself into your work isn’t making a very good use of his sacrifice.” Naruto spoke calmly, clearly, like every time he dragged Gaara out of these depression fits.
Gaara had nothing to say in reply, head leaning on the glass, sighing to himself. “I still feel like I am failing him, what good is it all if I can’t keep him safe?”
“Sometimes life throws things at you, that you can’t expect and have no defense against. Like falling in love or... loosing that person to someone else’s vindictive cruelty... but you just have to keep going, giving up isn’t an option.”
Gaara said nothing, and Naruto got up and walked over to him. “I know you think you’re alone again, but well, Sai will come back, jail isn’t the after life, he can come back from it, and in the mean time you still have you friends, Gaara.” He braced his hand on his shoulder, a affection friendly gesture.
“I know Naruto -- but it’s that damn limited focus and...” he put his own over Naruto’s, gripping hard. “Dinner tonight, does Sakura prefer roses or sunflowers? I can never remember.”
Naruto smiled, and Gaara just managed one back.
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Verse: Not in Blood, but in Bond.
Characters: Gaara no Sabako, Sai, Naruto Uzumaki
Pairing: Gaara no Sabako x Sai
Rating: T
Prompt: #08 Compromise.
Summary: “Why did you say it was you instead of me?” How you deal with your boyfriend being thrown in jail, when it feels like it’s all your fault to start with.
Notes: Not much to say on this one. Just... well I won’t say light, but about hope, keeping it, and keeping strong.
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Nothing kills your sex life quite like your boyfriend being thrown in jail. Coercing feeling through a panel of clear plastic and softly spoken words into a receiver. Gaara worried, alone without him. Sai just smiled back and pressed his hand against the barrier, over the space Gaara had put his.
“Why did you say it was you instead of me?”
Not that they didn’t find ways to liven it up a bit. Sai was a talented artist after all. He drew such beautiful things, the things he missed. Watching Naruto laugh and give a speech to a crowd of cheering supporters. Sakura’s face huffing when he was annoyed with one of her ‘boys’ as she called it.
“I couldn’t let them take you like that.”
Then the private things. Gaara curled into him when he woke, pressed against Sai’s taller body, the tangle of sheets around his hips, because Gaara was a active sleeper. The determined look on his face when Naruto had told him what he needed -- and had so readily agreed. Then things that made the guard flush as they were passed between them, inspecting them to make sure they were nothing bad. The naked lust on Gaara’s face when he pressed Sai back into a wall, hands dragging red lines down his side, the savage look in his eyes.
“I do not understand why the guards look so horrified. It is not as if the pictures depict them.”
Gaara sighed, making polite conversation, since the guard was still trying to look everywhere else but the couple talking. His relationship with Sai had never been a private one. Whoever he was fucking would never be private, no matter how he wished it so.
Still it had it’s perks, being infamous in the old fashioned sense of the world. In that cold, cigar and straight whiskey way that meant Sai would be untouchable in his absence. Anyone who laid a finger on him, would in the end, answer to Gaara. The whole world knew he had no mercy in that way. He wouldn’t touch the person, not personally -- that reeked too much like vengeance. But Uzumaki would.
“They are treating you well?”
“Yes. Everyone is very polite to me, avoid me a lot, but I think that is because of the guard you paid to watch me.”
Gaara sighed.
“Naruto says he is close. Soon we can be close again. I miss you.”
Gaara nodded, fingers curling against the plastic.
“... Why did you say it was you? It was just a possession charge. It hardly matters to me. I can defend myself.”
“Because you are more important then me.”
“That is a lie, no one is more important than you are.”
Silence fell again between them. After a second Sai lent his forehead forward, pressing it again the barrier, Gaara traced the features of his face, like he had every morning they had woken up next to each other. So simple an appreciation, but Sai had always known how much touch had meant to Gaara from the very first.
“Soon, I will have you back again. Have you planned what you do when you get out? I have.”
“What then? I had not given it much thought.”
“We won’t leave the bedroom all night and all morning. Then, we’ll have your favourite food, endless amounts of it. After that, perhaps visit Naruto if you’d like, and Sakura and Sasuke too. They had their first child last week. It’s Naruto’s.”
“I would like that, I saw it on the news. They all look very happy.”
Gaara chuckled softly, thinking again. After a moment, he dropped his hand away to rub to brace his head on it, just watching.
“Why did you do it?”
“You ask me that every time you come.”
“I still don’t believe it.”
“It doesn’t matter if you do, just tell Naruto to hurry up and close in on the bastards that framed me. The food is terrible here.”
“I will. Tell me again why we keep doing this to ourselves.”
There was a rap from the guard on the wall.
“Fifteen more minutes!” His voiced boomed.
The receiver crackled as Sai mumbled discontentedly, pulling his face away and sitting upright again.
“It always seems too short. Even if I tell myself an hour will be enough.”
“Soon, I promise, we will have all the time in the world.”
“I’d have you already if people weren’t just lying bastards not worth the air they breath.”
“You’re so violent Gaara, don’t you ever get tired?”
It was a familiar point of contention between them. Started because Sakura had made a quip about how badly Gaara snapped, when and if it happened. He’d insisted he was fine just as angrily back, and Sai had latched onto it in worry, and then with amusement for how badly he would insist ‘he was perfectly calm’ half growled out under his breath reminiscent of a vicious dog.
“I am tired of waking up alone even more so.”
It was enough to silence them both. After silence stretched for too long, Gaara sighed.
“I’ll get you out Sai. As soon as I find out who did it, I’ll force them to confess to it. Just keep your head down.”
“I still want to know how they got into your office to start with.”
“It was probably someone in my closer circle.”
The implications there of made them both silent again.
“Time’s almost up.” The guard called.
Gaara frowned, putting his hand up against the glass again, so did Sai.
“Soon.”
Sai nodded, taking that promise, the same one that he always offered every time he came. The Guard stood up, making his way around to the other side to stand behind Sai. “Time’s up.” he said again. Gaara glared at him pointedly when he put a hand on Sai’s shoulder to lead him away. Sai smile again, dropping his hand from the glass and hanging up the receiver.
He waved at Gaara one last time before being led away, that same polite fake smile on his face, no doubt accidentally annoying the guard with some not thought out comment. Gaara stayed there, just watching him until he disappeared behind the grey doors and out of sight totally. When he had gone, he sighed hanging up the phone, head dropping down, frowning.
“Time to go, Mr. Sabako.” Was the murmur behind him.
Gaara turned, the man was holding out the paintings Sai had done. Very carefully Gaara took them and slide them into the folder he had brought especially for them. The guard nodded to the paintings. “It’s not my thing sir, but nice that he loves you so much.”
He didn’t have much to say to that, so he just nodded in return and walked out of the room. Strange, he’d been coming here for a year and a half and beyond some blushing and stuttering, they’d never addressed him.
Today though, he couldn’t light his cigarette as he usually did after visiting Sai, whilst he went to his car. The rain was coming down too hard.
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Naruto burst into his office, a far too bright grin for such a miserable day. Threw himself into the chair in Gaara’s office behind his desk, arrogant as ever.
“Gaara, why are you staring out the window, ain’t nothing but rain out there.” he drummed his nails on his desk.
Gaara shrugged, arms locked behind his back. “You’re in my chair.”
“You were brooding, I took the liberty since you were being the worst host ever.” Naruto lent his head on his hand, tilted to the side, the same lopsided grin on his face as had been when they were boys.
“I was not brooding, merely recollecting.”
“Sure looked like brooding to me.”
“Don’t you have a new mother and infant to be looking after?”
“Sasuke’s with them, being the protective Daddy.”
Gaara said nothing, walking around Naruto to the side of the desk, digging around in his papers for something Naruto needed to read over anyway.
“Here, I’ve outlined what the gangs on the west side are doing this week, if you want to catch the bigger dogs though, you should leave it for another month, till they think they are safe to move around more openly and they are not being watched.” He slid a form in front of him, busying himself.
Naruto said nothing, not looking at the paper but just at Gaara. Then: “It’s okay you know.”
“Pardon?” Gaara looked up, confused.
“It’s okay to be frustrated and impatient, you don’t always have to be so... in control.”
Gaara still beside him, hands bracing on the desk awkwardly. Then as if he had the greatest weight on his shoulders, he sighed and slumped just barely.
“I feel like I am failing him, every day is another failure. He should be here, next to me.”
Naruto looked at him sadly. “You’re stronger then I am, I would of broken in there by now.”
“I want to, I want to.” So badly, fuck the law, fuck the things he’d been working for. Sai was his damn it, and he shouldn’t have to part with him in this way. “I’ll never forgive him for saying it was him, not me.” The paper crumpled violently in his hands.
“He knew the risks, Gaara, when he took up with you. Sai’s the most loyal person I know, it’d break him to see you in there, away from your work.” Naruto tugged the paper out of his hands, almost ripping it with how tightly it was gripped, but after a second and Naruto clicking his fingers in front of Gaara’s face to snap his attention back, he relented.
“I know I just... Naruto why are you here?”
“Because I said I’d be here for you, when things were the most shit, that’s what friends are, you know? It’s like you forget that sometimes.”
Gaara smirked, amused despite his black mood and lightly cuffed him across the back of his head.
“I swear your position has made you even more annoying and cocky.” He straightened, going back to the window.
Naruto just grinned, rubbing the back of his head in a lazy way, it hadn’t hurt and Gaara had done much worse to him for his arrogance before.
“You really need to get out of this office you know. Temari says you sleep here most night.”
“It’s fine Naruto.” In a tone that clearly said, don’t press this.
“No, it’s not really. Sai wouldn’t want you locking yourself up in a prison like his, he didn’t give up his freedom for you to sulk and feel self pity like this.” Naruto drummed his nails on the desk.
“Naruto.” A clear warning tone.
“No, Gaara. You can growl and snarl at everyone else, but you are coming out to dinner at my house tonight. You’re going to tell Sakura-chan she looks pretty, you’re going to be sarcastic and snarky with Sasuke and you’re going to eat at least one proper meal, got it?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I’m worried about you, your siblings are worried about you, hell even Sasuke noticed you’re worse then usual and if Sai were here, he’d be worried about you too.”
“If Sai were here...”
“... You wouldn’t be like this at all. I know, I know. Fact is, he isn’t. He went to jail for you, and you sulking and hiding and throwing yourself into your work isn’t making a very good use of his sacrifice.” Naruto spoke calmly, clearly, like every time he dragged Gaara out of these depression fits.
Gaara had nothing to say in reply, head leaning on the glass, sighing to himself. “I still feel like I am failing him, what good is it all if I can’t keep him safe?”
“Sometimes life throws things at you, that you can’t expect and have no defense against. Like falling in love or... loosing that person to someone else’s vindictive cruelty... but you just have to keep going, giving up isn’t an option.”
Gaara said nothing, and Naruto got up and walked over to him. “I know you think you’re alone again, but well, Sai will come back, jail isn’t the after life, he can come back from it, and in the mean time you still have you friends, Gaara.” He braced his hand on his shoulder, a affection friendly gesture.
“I know Naruto -- but it’s that damn limited focus and...” he put his own over Naruto’s, gripping hard. “Dinner tonight, does Sakura prefer roses or sunflowers? I can never remember.”
Naruto smiled, and Gaara just managed one back.
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