“I want our alliance to continue
well into the future,” Gaara tries.Temari stares at him for a long
moment, entirely expressionless beyond the arch of one eyebrow.Not a good option, then. Gaara takes
a breath, trying to remember the list he prepared. “I am…interested in becoming
a part of your family in a way that is—”Temari closes her eyes like she’s
in pain. “Do you want to be his brother?”It’s probably a little pathetic,
but Gaara would happily take brother over nothing. He opens his mouth to say as
much, catches sight of Temari’s warning expression, and closes it again. “…No?”
he offers.Without opening her eyes, Temari
waves him on.“I want to steal back every kiss
you gave that Uchiha bastard—”Facedown on the table, Kankuro makes
a sound of despair. “Are you actively trying
to get punched?” he wants to know.All right. Best to just…avoid
the subject of Sasuke entirely. Gaara casts around for something, anything else that might work, and opens
his mouth.“The thought of losing you in
any fashion scares me, Naruto,” he says, and isn’t sure where the words come
from but knows that he means them with every inch of his soul. “I would…do
anything to prevent that. And as part of that I would like to marry you.”From behind him, there’s a cry,
and Gaara instantly whips around, heart suddenly pounding in his throat, to find
Naruto in the doorway, eyes wide and wondering.“Gaara?” he whispers.
It’s far, far too late to take
it back, and Gaara doesn’t even want to. he steels himself, squares his
shoulders, and looks Naruto in the eye.“I want to be your husband,” he
says, blunt and simple and everything he’s been trying to make himself say for weeks now. “I would—I very much hope
that you want the same thing.”Half a heartbeat later, his arms
are full of laughing blond, sunlight given form, warm and bright and beautiful.
Naruto is cheering, and somewhere in there is a loud, happy yes, but Gaara is too busy kissing him
to hear any more than that.