Summary: There's no talking. That's the rule. You never break the rule. GaaSasu. Rated for mild sexual content.
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Rule
It's too hot. The air is thick and lingers on Sasuke's tongue, choking him. He swallows hard, trying to force the air past his throat.
The room is almost silent except for quiet panting and the slide of skin on skin. That's the rule, no talking.
Gaara's face is partially obscured by shadow, but Sasuke can see the gleam of his teeth. Sasuke struggles half-heartedly but the iron grip on his wrists does not relent. Gaara bares his teeth at the resistance, lowers his head and bites down hard on Sasuke's exposed neck. It's a punishment and Sasuke takes it, even though Gaara draws blood.
Sasuke couldn't tell you why the words tumbled out, but they did.
"Gaara…" he whispers, single word cutting through the dead, heavy air.
The effect is instantaneous.
Gaara sits bolt upright, features contorting. "You broke the rule." He quietly hisses, eyes blazing. And suddenly, Gaara's hand is on Sasuke's throat, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.
Sasuke pants helplessly, hand clawing at Gaara's grip. His back arching uselessly and Gaara's green eyes glitter coldly down on him.
It's getting hotter and darker. Gaara's eyes swim before Sasuke's vision. I'm sorry, Sasuke wants to say. He wants to beg, to plead, and he is disgusted. His heart hammers uselessly in his chest, blood sluggish and slow.
Finally Gaara lets go, his face expressionless. At first, all Sasuke can do is breathe, draw in one sobbing breath after another. He reaches out to Gaara, finger stroking sweaty skin.
I'm sorry, the fingers say, Sorry…Gaara deliberately pushes Sasuke's hand away and gets up, gathering his fallen clothes. He leaves the room without a backward glance.
Sasuke glares down at the tangled bedsheets.