A/N: Written in psychology, because it is the most boring subject ever, and no-one ever pays attention. Enjoy!

Sasuke watched, irritated, as Gaara leaned up to murmur something in Naruto’s ear. Twitching imperceptibly, the ANBU had to rely on his amazing amount of self-control to not pound the hell out of the other jinchuriki. The two of them, him and the usuratonkachi had come here on a mission- give Suna a highly dangerous, highly prized scroll, and then come back home.

It wasn’t unusual for just the two of them to come: they worked much better as a team like this. Right now though, Sasuke’s team-mate was annoying the hell outta him- well, to be precise, Gaara was annoying him- he didn’t like the way the bastard was touching his dumb blonde- they had been standing like that for what seemed like an age! Sasuke finally allowed his displeasure to get to him and growled menacingly.

“Let’s go, dobe.”

Naruto pouted, raised his middle finger at Sasuke, but complied nonetheless.

“you’ll come visit soon, yeah Gaara?”

Sasuke glowered at the question, and it only intensified as Gaara smirked and nodded his head. “Fucking, stupid raccoon” the Uchiha thought poisonously. Trusting that Naruto would follow, the jonin turned from the Kazekage’s smirking face, and gracefully leapt out of the window, softly landing many feet below onto the dusty red sand, beginning to walk and smirking minutely as Naruto stumbled and cursed as he attempted the same graceful landing.

“Dobe.” Sasuke looked over at Naruto, who scowled at him moodily.

“What bastard?”

“Che.” Sasuke looked briefly annoyed for a moment, before the emotion passed. “What’s your problem?”

Naruto glared at the smaller man beside him, anger gnawing inside his chest. “Why are you always so mean to Gaara?”

Sasuke picked up his pace slightly before answering- he didn’t want to answer this question. Maybe if he ignored the idiot, he’d shut up. Alas, Naruto was looking at him intensely, frowning- he looked…uncharacteristically serious, almost frustrated, like he truly couldn’t understand why Sasuke was always so immensely guarded and bastard-like around the Kazekage.

That expression on Naruto’s face made something like a heavy weight drop into Sasuke’s stomach, and he turned away from the sight, feeling, all of a very sudden, a bit guilty. Clearing his throat, he tried his best to answer without giving too much away.

“Because, dobe. I’m mean to everyone. Deal with it.”

Naruto sighed, and shook his head. “No teme. Its not that. Its…something else. You hate Gaara. Don’t deny it bastard, I’ve seen the way you look at him, your sharingan goes into overdrive.”

Not for the first time, the Uchiha cursed his bloodline, and resigned himself to the fact that he was caught out. Massaging his temples in exasperation (and just a bit of nervousness) he slowed his walk to turn to face the taller male, absently noting that they had already reached the outskirts of the village.

“Look dobe. Its…complicated." Sasuke breathed in deeply, remembering the way Gaara had touched Naruto…with so much familiarity, and felt upset all over again- why the hell was Gaara whispering to Naruto like that? The damn raccoon knew that Naruto and he were together- and why did Naruto look like he was enjoying himself so much? did he…did he…like Gaara the way Gaara liked him? The thought made curls of dread and anxiety to curl up inside Sasuke’s stomach, and without thought, he carried on, allowing his emotions to run into his speech. “I just don’t like him. Everything about him pisses me off. His stupid raccoon eyes, his ugly red hair, his damned tattoo, the way he looks at you, acting like his your stupid boyfriend instead of me-!”

Freezing as the raven-haired man realised what he just said, he looked up slowly- expecting Naruto to either look at him with disdain or fall about laughing- it was so rare that Sasuke got upset over anything in their relationship that he really didn't know how the taller man would react. The kitsune, however, neither laughed at Sasuke nor blew him off.

Instead, he leaned down slowly, catching and keeping eye-contact with the Uchiha. “Sasuke?” He gently questioned, an odd mixture of patience, amusement, and adoration dancing in his eyes. Sasuke, completely humiliated with his big mouth and the way Naruto would undoubtedly mock him, turned away from the larger figure and began to purposefully make his way away from Naruto- till he felt a strong hand on his waist, preventing him from moving.

“Sasuke” Naruto murmured, that strange tone still in his voice. “Are you jealous of Gaara?”

“No!” Sasuke hissed, frantically trying to keep whatever little of his dignity was left. “usuratonkachi! What makes you think that?”

Naruto burst into golden peals of laughter, bringing Sasuke’s smaller, lithe body to crush against the blonde’s own larger, muscled one. “Stupid Sasuke” Naruto murmured into silky soft blue-black hair, grinning as the man in question went completely rigid. “What makes you think I like Gaara more then you? You’re my favourite, bestest, most prized person, teme. I love you.”

The blue-eyed jinchuriki leaned back and softly gazed at Sasuke, who was gazing back- extremely confusedly. “Dobe” He murmured quietly. “You cant like him less then me. you and him are too…alike. I have nothing in common with you.”

Naruto grinned, and in the shady darkness, Sasuke thought that the man who had an iron-grip on his waist looked suddenly looked very fox-like.

“Ne, Sasuke, that’s not true.” That damned gorgeous grin was still there, and Sasuke knew he was staring at it, mesmerised. “I love you. You love me. We have that much in common, and thats enough for me.” Sasuke snorted, and- very timidly, laid his head against Naruto’s strong chest. “Hn. Guess your right.” Naruto bought his hands up to tightly clutch at Sasuke’s waist and murmured to his adorable boyfriend. “Gaara’s got nothing on you, Sasuke. You’re my love. He’s my brother. You see teme? Nothing to be jealous of.”

Sasuke merely hummed and hugged Naruto tighter. “Doesn’t mean I have to be nice to him though. I still hate him.”

Naruto said nothing, only rolled his eyes and planted a kiss on Sasuke’s head.

Silly, paranoid, jealous boyfriend.

The jinchuriki wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/N: Feeling a little down here, so reviews for this would be absolutely lovely, as all your funny and quirky comments are absolutely wonderful. Thank you very much!