Read this SHIT, please! It's important!
Let me get some things straight, alright? In my story Gaara is not the youngest, he is the middle sibling, while Kankuro is the oldest and Temari the youngest.
This is AU (Alternative Universe), so yeah… They act different and do things differently.
This first chapter is really light compared to the ideas I have for future chapters. I plan on making this story as nasty as I can, and hell yeah, I'm a nasty person (if you know what I mean). I'm going to use nasty words to describe some things, though I don't really like it.
I dunno why the fucking hell I'm writing a GaaIno fic, but I had a dream (don't ask me about it) that inspired me and I thought that Gaara, Temari and Ino would fit it nicely, though I completely hate GaaIno.
I'll try to focus on GaaIno and GaaTema, but there are going to be other pairing involving Temari and Gaara. Also, there are side pairings, don't worry!
I'll try my fucking best to please the GaaIno supporters as much as the GaaTema supporters, and though I hate GaaIno and love GaaTema, maybe I'll give more attention to GaaIno. But that's something I'm still thinking about.
Don't fucking ask me why I picked that cover image. I just felt like it, and no… I don't smoke weed. hah
His vision was becoming increasingly distorted and blurred, until it broke through for a while. Then, he was there now. Gaara was, once again, stuck in his own twisted world.
He loved that world.
Gaara drew in a breath as he watched the high walls starting to melt, streaming in a red color, as if it was blood. He looked at the ceiling and as it melted, he could feel the blood droplets falling into his face, staining his pale, flawless skin with red scarlet color, warm blood. His eyes drifted from the ceiling to his own hands as he raised them, observing absently the several golden rings on his fingers. Gaara blinked as he saw the rings melting, and just like the ceiling and walls, streaming as blood.
He stood up slowly, trying to keep his balance as he walked anxiously towards the big dark wooden door. As soon as his hand reached for the door knob, it melted, as well as the door itself. Gaara didn't paid much attention to that, he was wandering through his thoughts as he left the room and walked through the long, dark hall. He stopped in front of another door and reached for the door knob, opening it quickly.
Gaara stepped inside, observing the big empty room. He breathed the cold air and exhaled, noticing a small fog forming as his hot breath made contact with the cold air. He absently wondered if the room was so cold like it felt. Soon his thoughts were confirmed as iced started to form on the ceiling, floor and walls.
Ignoring the events, he kept walking along the extensive room, feeling his body burn with the sensation of melting heat as he came, each time, closer and closer to another door.
As soon as he reached the door, he observed it intently. This door wasn't like the others. It was larger and made of iron. Though the room was covered by ice, he could feel the strong heat coming from the door.
He extended his hand, wanting to touch it, to open it, but there was no door knob this time. It was covered by a huge lock in the middle of several thick chains, indicating that he was not allowed to get in there. He would have no access to that room, neither to the alluring voice coming from behind it. It was a woman's voice, and it laughed at him, provoking him. He couldn't reach her, it was driving him crazy.
He screamed as his hands made contact with the iron door, the heat so intense and strong, that it burned his palms. Yet, he didn't let go. She laughed at him and both, she and him, knew it would be over quickly. Everything was fading and the pain was leaving his body, just like the images of that world. He never knew how to open that door and it always ended quickly, not giving him time enough to discover something. Even if he reached for a stronger drug, his vision was becoming weak…
The room was dim. The thick, transparent curtains resembled the color and rough texture of the sand, especially now, at dusk. Everything was silent and lonely, as he lay in his bed and tries to get into that particular world where reality turned into a surreal dream and the forbidden acquired body, time and place.
He liked his trips. They were always different, and usually had some dark meaning behind them, some hints of a suppressed memory. But he knew that this one he just had, was special. Between his different hallucinations, that one would always, once in a while, repeat itself, trying to confuse him, trying to lead him into the wrong way. If the iron door was locked, maybe, it was for the best. Maybe he should get in there, so why did he keep trying every time?
"Hey, Gaara ... Save some for me!" Said the blonde girl, stepping inside her brother's room, finding him lying on his bed, smoking a weed cigarette.
Gaara handled the cigarette to his sister and looked at her with red eyes, almost in a trance. The vision was dissolved, and now he was back in that place he never considered his home.
She smiled – the smile she knew he loved –, took a drag and then kissed him on the mouth, causing him to sip the smoke of her full lips. Then she reached down and touched his abdomen beneath his black shirt, scratching her nails on his pale skin. Gaara grunted and she laughed amused when he shivered.
Immediately, he pulled her by her hair, which was always stuck in four pigtails, and kissed her, sticking his tongue in her mouth, devouring her, sharing with her the reverie that the drug provided him.
After the kiss, they looked at each other. Temari stripped from her tight tank top, her full breasts covered by a black lace bra and on the face the shameless smile of someone who knows its powers of seduction. Gaara pulled her close to him and bit her neck, becoming her predator, making her moan. It was then that the noise coming from the car interrupted them.
"Damn it! He always has to come at the wrong time." She said with a heavy breathing, knowing that the engine sound was coming from Yashamaru's car.
Yashamaru was their uncle. He had come back to his hometown soon after the fatality that befell his sister and brother in law. He has taken custody of his three nephews after the death of their parents. As their tutor, he demanded much of them in their studies, making them study hard to attend the same university their father attended. Yashamaru had possession of all the money and the industries his brother in law left for his family. He made good use of the money to fulfill his nephews' whims and his own. They lived in a luxurious old mansion that harbored secrets in its works and walls, it was located a place away from urban noises.
The dimension of the place, often, gave it a sinister aspect when the fog came and it seemed to float amid the meticulously tended garden. There, Kankuro, Gaara and Temari experienced a childhood devoid of innocence, characteristic of this phase, and they grew up in an environment where their uncle demanded excellence in everything they did. He said it was all for love, although the three of them knew how their uncle could be cruel, exactly for love. An unhealthy love that has transformed them into young misfits under an appearance of success. Nothing but spoiled teenagers with arrogant attitude and no dreams of a healthy future.
As soon as Yashamaru entered, the huge doors of the house opened and a young girl was standing in the doorway to greet him.
"Good evening, Mr. Yashamaru! We did not expect your presence for dinner." The girl said with a plain smile.
"Matsuri! Forgive me for not being able to warn you. My phone simply disappeared! Provide me another one, will you?" Said the businessman with his eternal upright posture.
"Of course, sir! Your nephews are upstairs!"
"I'll take a bath. Tell them to come down so we can have dinner together, understand?"
"Perfectly, sir!"
Matsuri climbed the stairs and walked down a long hallway, lined with polished wooden doors and stopped in front of one. She sighed, knocked and opened it carefully. Gaara was still lying on his bed and Temari was sitting on the floor, over the immense golden carpet that covered almost the entire floor of the room.
Like any old house, all the rooms had a fireplace, high walls and huge windows. Gaara filled the walls of his room with posters of rock bands of the 70s; Pink Floyd, Kiss, Led Zeppelin and other bands. Even when it wasn't cold, he loved to light the fireplace and stare into the fire. He loved the sparks that rose amid the flames, loved when the embers were reddish and throbbing as the blood in his veins.
"Hey, guys! Your uncle arrived; I think it better if you get ready because he wants you all to have dinner with him!" She said smiling. "And Gaara-sama, how many times have I told you that if you continue to smoke this crap, I'll tell everything to your uncle?" She said wagging her nose. "Shame on you!"
Without being intimidated, Gaara returned the angry look the girl had given him. A glint of mockery in his green eyes sparkled, whose very dark lashes seemed to form a dark and well-delineated line around them. He went to the fireplace and fanned the flames by throwing what was left of the cigarette on them.
"Oh, no! You have no idea how scared I am. Temari, hug me!" He mocked between a laugh.
The girl frowned and put her hands on her hips, being her the one shaking, upset by the mocking way that both, Gaara and Temari, were treating her.
"You two have no respect for anything or anyone! It's my fault I have never snitched on you guys before. But, don't think I'll cover for you two forever, alright?" She said with a shaking voice.
Gaara stood up and approached Matsuri's face, looking at her in a way that made her shiver from head to toe. She could not define what it was, but it was something dense, diabolical, and before she looked away, he kissed her very close to her lips and her expression softened. Temari's eyes narrowed immediately, but she didn't say anything.
"Relax, Matsuri-chan... The old man doesn't give a shit about it. What he wants, we give... Isn't that it, Temari?" He asked winking at the blonde girl.
"What the fuck ever." She scowled and rolled her eyes.
"A-alright then, Gaara-sama…" Matsuri said as she left the room, closing the door shut.
"You mad, sis?" He mocked her, she didn't answer.
As if he had not been interrupted, Gaara threw himself on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Temari stood up and looked at her brother who remained quiet, staring into nothing. Climbing on the bed, she let her hair down and leaned over Gaara. The blond strands falling on him as she stared at her brother's shapely body, licking her lips.
"Yashamaru takes too long in his bath time." She said rubbing her lips on his, grinning.
"Better not. I'm tired, let's do it another time."Gaara said.
Temari smirked and lowered her head to her brother's navel and licked it, ignoring his excuses, doing whatever she wanted, taken by an intense lust and no will to control it.
Slowly, she unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans and he realized what she wanted, the erotic act she intended. Then, yielding to Temari's seduction, Gaara lifted his hips to help her lower his pants and underwear. Like a succubus she brushed her lips on his thick organ, her hair falling on his crotch, making him shiver and curse the arousal between his legs.
"So big, so hard..." She whispered with her hand around his throbbing cock, breathing heavily against it. She looked mesmerized by him, her eyelids almost closed as she kissed his tip.
Shit, he would lose it, in this pace.
She took his tip in her mouth, sucking slowly, savoring his salty taste. Gaara grunted impatiently when she took him out of her mouth, wondering if she was doing this to provoke him. Temari, again, kissed the tip of his organ, slowly licking him, returning to play with it.
"Fuck, deep throat it already, Temari." He growled, his hands balled in fists against the sheets.
Temari mumbled something with his tip still in her mouth and the vibrations of her voice were just adding to his arousal. Her small hands started stroking the shaft of his organ, sliding past his thick veins. She allowed her hands to rest in his hips as she lowered her head all the way between his legs, taking him inside of her wet mouth.
Gaara grunted a muffled way and instinctively spread his legs to accommodate her, allowing her to adjust a wild and fast pace of rises and falls that left his cock increasingly hard and throbbing. He growled as she compressed her lips against him, her smooth tongue gliding against his shaft.
He moved against her, bucking his hips forward, clinging to the mess of blonde hair, losing part of his soul, just like she was losing part of hers.
"Temari!" He groaned aloud, as if he was repentant, and somewhere in his mind, something insisted that it was not right, that it was a sin.
But she took him deeper in her mouth, until he reached her throat, erasing of his head any thought about this being wrong and sinful. He gripped her hair harder and pulled her head against him as he felt himself coming, spilling himself inside of her mouth, growling loudly and holding her against his body.
"Swallow." He ordered and smirked when, obediently, she did it.
Temari grinned satisfied with herself and then reached for his lips. Gaara turned his head away, denying her a kiss. He didn't like the idea of tasting himself in a woman's mouth. He didn't like the idea of tasting himself at all. Gaara pulled her to his side and touched her on her privacy, noticing that she was hot and wet. He got rid of her black panties and lifted her legs up to his shoulders and she arched against his mouth.
He filled himself with her sweet taste, teasing her with his tongue, arousing her the way she aroused him. She squirmed and tensed when he kissed her in that special place, making her shiver and gasp. His tongue pressed hard against her clit, sucking the sensitive flesh in rhythmic pulses.
"Gaara…" She moaned loudly, shamelessly, and he loved that. Their bodies burned when they thought about the possibility of someone catching them like this, in such a compromising position. Somehow, it was dangerously exciting for them.
His hands grabbed tightly to her full hips, as he pulled her against his mouth, his tongue invading her entrance, but yet, giving itself a limit of how far it should reach, so no harm would be done. Anticipating her climax with all his caresses, he tasted her release, the pleasure of her body. His tongue crawled inside of her, once again, licking her clean.
Pleasure, guilt... He should have resisted, but Temari's power was intense, her lewd look, irrefutable... Gaara looked up and she smiled at him as licked his lips.
It really wasn't her fault. He was just looking for someone to blame for this, and she was the only one available in this situation.
"I want you inside me..." She said, straddling him, her privacy just some inches away of his, touching his abdomen.
"No, not that. Our agreement is no penetration! Did you forget?" Gaara spoke frustrated, sliding his hand through his red hair.
"This is ridiculous! We've already done all kind of things and you never want to fuck me like a real man!" She shouted angrily.
"We are fucking siblings, Temari! What we do... It's sick!"
"It's so funny that you didn't think about it when I was…" She drew in a breath and stood up. "Know what? You're a… Coward! A motherfucking coward!"
Indignant, she grabbed her panties and threw it at her brother's face. Gaara stared at her in disbelief and then took her by the arm, dragging her to the door. He pushed her off with certain violence and locked the door.
"I hate you." She screamed as she kicked his door. "Bastard!"
She leaned against the door, sliding down to the ground. Tears filled her eyes and blurred her vision; she quickly wiped them away, refusing herself to allow such a weakness – as she called it. She sobbed quietly, her hands pressing against her chest, her heart.
Gaara sighed angrily. Sometimes he could swear that if he didn't push Temari away, he would hurt her. He wasn't a patient guy and sometimes his sister knew how to push him over the edge.
Meanwhile, the demons laughed at the sin being committed, they screamed angrily and excited, crying tears they no longer had. The tears shed in life were gone, and in its place oozed blood, crimson and infinite, as the rivers snaked along the flow of the unusual time.
Temari stood up and left, heading to her room where she took her time cleaning herself. She liked to think that whatever they did, it would be simply gone if she washed herself, cleaning her body of their sin and asking Lord's forgiveness. It was stupid, she knew it. But there were no word to describe how comfortable it was just ignoring the facts and thinking that everything would be resolved because of an apology, even though it was empty and hollow apology. She unconsciously did it for protection, creating a lie that she could hang on to, blaming demons and asking for angels' help.
Gaara, on the other hand, had no one to blame on, if not himself or, most of the time, his sister. While Temari hang onto God and angels, he preferred to think it was all her fault and he was just a victim under an evil girl's charm. He didn't believe in God, so it was better to blame it on her and move on with his life, since he had nothing to apologize for. And if, in the end, there was a God, he would accept his fate and head his way to hell. It's not like he cared anyway.
He always knew he was a demon. He always knew he didn't belong here.
So… Did you like it? I'm not really sure how do I continue it, but I'll think about something. Ino is going to appear soon! Uh, any feedback?
Yep, I know I already have another story to keep writing, but let my ideas flow, alright? Whenever I have time or get inspired, I'm going to update them both!
