“Who indeed.” There was a pause then Gaara lifted his chin. “I’m tired of this. I know who you are, your game is over.”
In the slow movement, he had managed to get Gaara’s back facing the wall once more. “Oh? Enlighten me.” Fight or flight, either or he had a good chance at both now. Fighting a well rested Gaara would be challenging at best, impossible at worst.
Gaara snorted, uncrossing his arms. “You resemble him too much; might as well have the fan on your back as he does.” There wasn’t any comment from the Uchiha, though he hadn’t expected Itachi to admit to it right away. “Uchiha, It-” a warm pair of lips sealed Gaara’s before he could finish. Despite a dangerous criminal hovering so close to him, the Kazekage relaxed a little, eyes almost lulling shut. The sand stirred loosely around him, the comforting noise partially regaining his senses. He should push away, or rip his to shreds. Either or would make no difference to him... and yet it did. Gaara lifted his chin, breaking the kiss. “I’m not a part of your game.”
“I never mistook you as one,” he mumbled against his lips before returning to the kiss. Slowly he felt Gaara responding, lips moving a little against his own. Odd that the first thing that came to mind to shut him up, was something like this. Although, he knew how the Kazekage had grown up, and affection was probably foreign to him. Itachi kept his hold on this advantage, nipping Gaara’s bottom lip. The red head grunted, slightly parting his lips. It was all the incentive he needed, curious how long Gaara would allow this to go on. His tongue slipped inside, brushing over the soft pink one inside. A spark jolted them both and Gaara instantly responded closing his black rimmed eyes as he tilted his head to the side, tongue playing against the teasing one. They both moaned, bodies pressed together. Itachi’s hands found their way to Gaara’s hair, fingers tangling in the fiery ringlets.
