Love Me Like XO, Kill Me Like XO {LeeGaa}

Week One

"So how's it going over there?"

Gaara was seated, legs crossed, on a long, leather sofa. Scarlet hair stood up at odd angles, aqua eyes stared down at the screen of his laptop; his brother blinked back at him.

"It's going fine. I was shown around, I've had a few classes," Gaara shrugged, "it was normal."

"No parties yet?"

"I haven't been here very long."

"Damn. There was a party the first night I started university." Kankuro wandered, shirtless, in front of the webcam, his face buried in a makeup wipe. Gaara squinted at the pixelated image on his computer screen, raising his eyebrows at the blur of violet face paint that decorated his brother's cheeks and forehead.

"You missed a spot." He remarked.

"Bah."

Gaara rested his chin in his palm, releasing a small sigh, and glared at his brother with eyes that demanded for him to put a shirt on, for God's sake. Kankuro stuck his tongue out at him, and Gaara remained defeated. "I'm done talking about school, okay? The only difference between high school and university is the drinking."

"I think there's a lot of difference." His brother shrugged, "You find out a lot about yourself at university."

"I'm not going to spend all of my study time pondering my sexuality, Kankuro."

"I'm just sayin', little bro, there's not a lot of straight guys out there who have a search history that overflows with Beyonce."

"She's a work of art."

A clock ticked on the cream walls of Gaara's bedroom: a four-poster bed with maroon pillow cases and a black duvet cover was placed up against the wall; bookshelves were pushed next to eachother in one long line, with novels and research papers arranged in alphabetical order; a leather sofa with a clear coffee table and a flatscreen television filled the far corner. A grand piano took up most of the space.

"Mm-hm." The brown-haired man shook his head and chuckled, "You'd better watch yourself. If you end up at a party and have half a shot of tequila, your sexuality is gonna come up in your mind a lot. Take me, for example-"

Gaara pinched the bridge of his nose. "Kankuro, I don't care." He said, but his brother continued anyway.

"Week one of university. First day, had a party, got way too drunk. Second day, woke up next to a tan guy with the most glorious abs I've ever seen-"

"-Kiba's honestly not as attractive as you think he is."

"Your opinion is invalid, young one. On the third day, I lay in bed and skipped class, crying over the fact that I thought I was straight and yet I let another guy eat whipped-cream off of me."

"Ew."

"You do weird things when you're drunk, okay? If you don't judge me, I won't judge you when it happens in the future. Fourth day, Mister Gorgeous Muscle-Man appeared at the door-"

There were footsteps outside of Gaara's bedroom door, and in a desperate instant, he muted the laptop and minimized the Skype window. He narrowed his eyes. Remaining completely silent, the footsteps came closer and the redhead was able to distinguish the sound as his older sister coming upstairs. He exhaled with relief. Pulling the videocall up again, he noticed that Kankuro was still continuing his story.

"-and then we argued because I couldn't figure out if I regretted our intoxicated whipped-cream sex or not. Fifth day, what a surprise, woke up next to him again. We both skip class and spend the day cuddling and talking, and I pretty much fall in love with him. And then comes day six."