Author's Note: This is a fic I started while watching Naruto. I can't say much about where it came from, but I just started getting this picture in my head of what would happen if Gaara and Sasuke fell in love. So, here it is! All reviews welcome. This is my first Yaoi fic, so no flames about that please. Although advice is always helpful.

Warnings: Stereotypes/Lemons/Language

The darkness was pressing in on all sides, compressing Gaara until he felt like he was going to explode. And yet, even as he sat beneath the oak tree, HIS oak tree, he couldn't feel the comfort it usually provided him. Whenever things became too much, whenever he couldn't handle the reality of the world, the cruel attitude of those around him and of life itself, he came here. He didn't know why exactly it helped, but he did know that ever since he had been small, he had come here when he felt alone. And this oak tree seemed to comfort him. It had a thick trunk, and branches that spanned in every direction, small wisps of moss hanging from it's bark.

It had been snowing for a full ten minutes now, thicker than it had all winter. The oak provided little shelter, and the snow was swiftly gathering around Gaara's feet, his knees hugged close to his chest. He felt angry with himself for allowing this to happen, and let his eyes slide shut, memories of the day flashing before his closed lids.

He had been in the bathroom, standing with his hands splayed on the rim of the sink, and staring down as the water swirled into the drain. It was tainted with watery crimson, and his left hand was caked in dry blood. Gaara scrubbed the rest of it from his skin, irritated, and tucked the razor back into his back pocket, then looked at his reflection in the cracked mirror.

After a few moments, he turned and started from the bathroom, stepping to one side in an attempt to avoid the person who was entering at the same time. He wasn't altogether successful, and the boy was all to happy to point this out.

"Get out of the way, faggot." Neji, that was his name, wasn't it? Gaara barely registered the other's voice. He ignored him and continued walking. Butt Neji grabbed Gaara's arm and swung him around to face him.

"I was talking to you." Neji growled, shoving Gaara back against a wall.

Gaara was seventeen now, and he was no stranger to the world of sex, but the look in Neji's eyes definitely wasn't lust. He could smell the alcohol on the boy's breath and snarled in disgust.

"Drinking at four in the afternoon?" Gaara growled, trying to jerk away from Neji, but the Hyuga held his arm tightly. Gaara winced slightly, feeling a bruise beginning to form.

Neji kissed him roughly, pinning one of Gaara's arms down by his side, the other by his head. He shoved his tongue into Gaara's mouth, exploring the warmth of him by force until Gaara recovered from the shock and bit down on the other's tongue. Neji released him, glaring through eyes muddied with liquor, but it didn't seem to stop him, as he moved back towards the redhead, who stood with his back against the wall, afraid but angry.

"What the hell are you doing, Neji?" A voice from the doorway caused both boys to turn. Gaara's heart skipped a beat, staring at the Uchiha who stood there, hands in his pockets.

"Just playing with the fag." Neji responded, slurring slightly. Sasuke sighed.

"Drunk again?" He muttered. Neji simply gave a leering grin, glancing back at Gaara. "Get out of here." Sasuke said, waving one hand towards the door. The Hyuga shrugged and left.

Silence filled the bathroom as Gaara and Sasuke stood there, Gaara's gaze focused on the floor. In a rather dismal attempt to break the awkwardness, Sasuke spoke. "Are you just…fascinated in your shoes?"

Gaara looked up at him, no amusement on his face. He was sick of this. Everyone knew he was gay, and most didn't seem to care, except for the few popular guys who chose to make life hell for him. Even before that, he had been an outcast. No one talked to him, save Temari and Kankuro, although he knew they were more afraid of him than anything else.

So then, why was Sasuke still here? Right about now, he should be turning and walking away, making some excuse about going to the bathroom later. 'Maybe…He really has to go…' Gaara thought, and started for the door.

"Wait," Sasuke reached out and touched Gaara's arm lightly. A shiver ran down the redhead's spine. "Are you all right?" Sasuke's voice held a tone Gaara wasn't used to. Concern? Gaara said nothing and walked from the building, not stopping until he reached his tree.

And so, there he was, frowning faintly. He realized that he couldn't feel his legs any longer, and wondered vaguely if he was going to die here. Sand couldn't protect him from hypothermia. And he didn't want it to. He didn't care any more. His tree suddenly felt much more comforting, and he snuggled closer to it, the snow slowly blanketing his body.

Sasuke was on his way home, surrounded by two of the "hottest" girls in school, and all he could think about was Gaara. Sakura and Ino danced around him, arguing about which one he would rather go out with. (In truth, Sasuke was a little puzzled at how well they could have this conversation without any of his input whatsoever.) Neji, Shikamaru, and Kiba walked a little ahead of them, with Hinata in the middle.

Slowly, the group began to break away from each other. Ino and Shikamaru turned down one street, while Kiba and Sakura moved down another, until it was just Sasuke, Neji and Hinata. Neji was busy trying to contain his stomach, and was running as fast as his drunken nature would allow towards the home he now shared with his sister, but Hinata chose not to follow him.

Instead, she fell back a bit to walk by Sasuke. "Is something the matter, Sasuke-san?" She asked, her quiet voice always startling the Uchiha.

Sasuke looked at her. "I was just…thinking." He muttered quietly.

"About who?" Hinata's accuracy made him look over at her, eyes wide.

"How did you…?" His voice trailed off into nothingness, and he stopped walking just as they reached the park, snow blanketing the trees.

Hinata smiled faintly. "I've known you for almost five years, Sasuke-san. I can tell why you're smiling. Who is it? Saukra-chan?"

Sasuke frowned. "No…It's…It's someone I really shouldn't like."

Hinata tilted her head to one side, puzzled. "What do you mean? Who is she?"

Sasuke looked at her, eyes entirely serious. "It's…Not a she."

Hinata stared at Sasuke for a long moment, then her mouth formed a faint 'O' shape. She closed her mouth abruptly. "Oh." She murmured. "I see." There was an uncomfortable silence, then she spoke again. "So, who is it?"

"You still want to know?" Sasuke asked, both irritated and amused.

"Of course."

"I just…Don't think it's appropriate for me to have feelings for them." Sasuke's eyes were clouded with torn feelings.

"It's probably not as bad as you think." Hinata said brightly, although she was watching Sasuke's face carefully. "Not as though you like Kakashi…" She paused. "Right?"

Sasuke cast her a look. "No, it's not Kakashi." He growled, mildly irritated. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Hinata nodded, afraid she had pushed him too far. "I better go check on Neji." She said softly, brushing his arm gently with her fingertips before turning and continuing towards her house.

Sasuke sighed and looked back at the park, the grass and trees were completely covered, save one oak that stood a bit higher than the rest. His gaze drifted down the tree's trunk and he was about to leave to head home when he stopped, turning back and looking at the tree's base.

A faint smudge of red broke the expanse of white that covered the park, and Sasuke trotted over to it, curious. He gave a sharp intake of breath as he drew nearer, and broke into a sprint. "Gaara?" He fell to his knees by the boy's side, and brushed snow from his face and red hair.

His skin was frighteningly pale, so white it was almost gray, and his lips were nearly blue. "Shit, Gaara…" Sasuke whispered, picking the boy's slight form up in his arms. He ran as fast as he could towards his house, hoping Itachi was still out with whoever he was screwing lately.

He was. Slamming open the door, Sasuke took a quick glance around to make sure his older brother wasn't around, and he was vaguely pleased to see that he wasn't home yet. Laying Gaara down on the bed in his room, he quickly tore off the other's wet clothes, not really thinking about what he was doing. He was following instinct.

Wrapping Gaara in the warmest blankets he could find, he paced back and forth, thinking of what else he could do. Gaara seemed to only be growing colder by the moment, and he couldn't do anything. He pulled a chair to Gaara's side and sat down, chin resting on his laced fingers.

"Wake up, dammit." Sasuke growled. He stood suddenly, knocking over the chair in the process. How long had Gaara been out in the snow? He couldn't wait any longer. He took a step forward and placed two fingers on Gaara's neck. The pulse was there, but it was so faint that for a moment he thought the redhead was already gone.

Their house, which was definitely not the biggest or fanciest of all his friends, ran off an oil heater. And since Itachi would rather fool around than get a job and pay for it, the house had no heat. It was usually all right, except for when one was trying to save the life of some idiot who decided to stay out in the snow. And although if he had access to warm water or anything like that, he would be able to do something more for Gaara. But he couldn't.

"Come on, Gaara." Sasuke's voice was angry, as if the boy was causing him some sort of personal insult by being this close to death. Frustrated, he turned and slammed his fist into the wall, which was made of plaster and cracked, dust falling from the dent. His knuckles bloodied, he realized there was only one thing he could do. He had to lend Gaara his own body heat.