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Warnings: yaoi, m-preg, hermaphrodite, boy-pussy and D/s yaoi sex! Now if these thing squick you out, by all means leave. This story is not for you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

"Demon talking regular"

'Human thoughts'

"Demon language talking"

Chapter Nine: Garra of the Sand-Master.

Sunagakure- eight years ago

"Why won't anyone play with me, Yashamaru? Is it because I'm one of the Kazekage's sons?" Garra asked his caretaker as he petted the head of his teddy bear. The man in question just smiled at the young boy seeming genuine to youthful eyes but to a trained eye it was obviously strained.

The tan haired man reached out and patted Garra head gently. Garra relaxed slightly under the loving touch and looked up into amethyst colored eyes waiting for his answer.

"That's part of it Garra but remember when I told you that you were a very special boy? Some people of the village don't like that specialness in you."

Garra felt extremely saddened by that. He thought special people were liked because of their uniqueness. Why else would people love people with a Kekkei Genkai. His sand was kind of like a bloodline limit. Garra didn't understand why he wasn't liked too.

Yashamaru's hand flinched ever so slightly atop Garra's head and it was with an extreme amount of will that the older man didn't tear his hand away and use it to wrap it around his sister's killers' throat.

But he could not wait for the day he would finally destroy the monster that took so much from him. Yashamaru was no fool. He could see right past that little 'innocent' façade the redheaded boy was putting up.

He was going to enjoy ripping the life out of the little monster.

Faster than he could react sand curled around his wrist and scratched him. Hissing in pain Yashamaru jerked back violently falling over on his back shouting in pain when the sand came back at his digging into his hands like tiny glass shards.

"Yashamaru!" Garra shrieked.

"Please sand stop! Stop!" Garra fell to his knees using his hands to grip at some of the unmoving sand rubbing it between his fingers and palms as if it would calm the sand. Tears welled up Garra's eyes when the sand didn't stop but he kept on pleading in his head for his sand to cease.

"you know little one, I don't like you protecting those who you shouldn't." A raspy voice drifted across his mind like a passing breeze. Eyes widening in shock Garra's hands fell to his sides limply. Sand retreating and swirling around him wildly till it formed a protective shell incasing him.

Guards who came to Yashamaru's aid stared in fear of the small cocoon sitting in the middle of the room. Cautiously they gathered the medic-nin's groaning body and slipped out as quietly as they could, not wanting to disturb the sand encasement.

Garra sobbed smacking his hands against the sand wall trying to get to let him go. He had to see if Yashamaru was alright but the wall wouldn't budge.

"please, I'll do whatever you want just let go, please!" Garra cried. No one answered him. He hit harder and cut himself when he hit too hard.

"ow!" he whimpered drawing his hand close to him. It was too dark for him to see if he bled but the sharp pain on his palm told him he was. That never happened before. He never bled, the sand never let him hurt before.

Was it mad at him? Was he wrong for trying to help his uncle?

"You little idiot, you're lucky I like the taste of your blood or I'd be pissed that you're marring you're skin." That voice said again. But it wasn't in his head anymore. No it was right in front of him.

Shrieking and flinching back in fear Garra tried to run from the voice forgetting that he was in a cocoon and ran into the other sides' wall knocking his head and crumpling to the floor whimpering. The voice snickered at him and a hand snatched him up and set him upright.

He trembled in its hold and his eyes flew around in his head trying to see who or what was holding his arm. The hand pulled his arm forward and up. Garra's twitched at the ticklish sensation of warm breath washing over his hand.

"My sweet little mate, don't be scared of me." A warm swipe of a tongue glided across his wounded palm made Garra gasp. His hand tingled as his hurt dwindled away to nothing leaving behind a tender warmth.

"now stop you're wailing. No mate of mine cries over something as trivial as a cut." The voice grumbled. Suddenly light bloomed atop of the cocoon and Garra got a look at the owner of the voice.

Short lightly spiked soft yellow hair, deeply tanned skin, thin kohl lined dark amber eyes placed perfectly on an oval shaped face. The man's lean and strong form loomed over Garra and the man's pointed ears twitched as the caught the sound of Garra's second gasp.

"Who-who-"

"You're not an owl." The man snapped. Garra gulped at the hard tone and took a deep breath to gather his wits to speak.

"Who are you?" Garra blurted blushing when the man gave him a strange look.

"Who do you think? I'm your sand, your mate, you master." The man grinned down at the red head. Garra's brow furrowed in confusion at the last two answers he was given not understanding the meaning of them. Choosing not to address them he got back to the matter at hand.

"W-why did you hurt my uncle? He didn't do anything to me." Garra said frowning. The man glared at him angrily.

"What did I just say? I'm your mate and master! I'll protect you from all threat even the one's you can't see!" Griping the tiny hand in his a little too tightly he pulled Garra closer to him, ignoring the wince he received.

"b-but-"

"But nothing! Just because someone smiles in your face and say sweet words doesn't mean they are not thinking of killing you!" the man growled. Garra shook his head in denial not will to think his beloved uncle would ever hurt him. The man must be lying to him! He had to be.

"No you're wrong he l-loves me! You're lying!" Garra yelled at him feeling hurt by the lies the man was telling him. But the man just laughed humorously shaking his head.

"You'll see soon enough mate. Then you'll trust me and only me." The man breathed eyes glowing. Fear shot down Garra's spine and he tried to make the man let him go. Deep and dark cackling reached his ears and he flinched at the sound. The man grinned maliciously enjoy the scent of his soon to be mate.

The heady sweet smell made him intoxicated. How fortunate for him to find such a gem in his fucked up situation. He made a mental note to thank his sealers before he tore their heads from their shoulders.

Garra sobbed as the man cackled louder, his hands thankfully letting go of him but they slid onto his shoulder slyly patting them softly.

"And one day I'll show you what it means to be mine."

Not a week later Yashamaru showed his true colors.

Yashamaru told him how he really felt about him as he lay dying on the rooftop. He said that he hated him and that he was a monster that killed his sister. Garra was heartbroken that his uncle, the only person who cared for him wasn't real.

It was all lies.

Lies from his father, his siblings, lies of his mother.

Just lies.

But his sand never lied, never deceived him to hurt him. But Yashamaru did.

He tried to kill Garra but the man- no his master saved him. Saved him and held him while he cried.

"Do you understand now little one? I'm the only you need. Just me. Ashiteru." His master whispered rocking him back and forth rubbing his back up and down soothingly.

No one ever held him before. Or told him they loved him.

No one but his master.

His master would never leave him and Garra would never betray his master. They were in this world together and all other were just cannon fodder. They were peasants unworthy of their rule. Only their wrath.

Their blood would strengthen his master and soon he would leave Garra's body and they would truly live together forever.

Garra never imagined he would be so lucky, so blessed to have someone as glorious as his master.

As he aged, he grew even more distant from his family, choosing to only communicate with them only when absolutely necessary. His family certainly didn't mind his distance feeling too uncomfortable around to him anyway.

He gave all his love and attention to his master who accepted it all with relish. Garra enjoyed lying in his masters' arms listening to him talk for hours on end about his life. He especially enjoyed when he was told of the adventures his master partook on with his band of brothers (and sisters)

How even though he started off as a weak demon and looked down upon because of his blood lust and crude nature he gained enough strength to be gifted with a tail from their kinds' greatest and oldest warrior.

Daichi.

Humans know him as the ten tails. Before he succumbed to his death he gave Shukaku and his brothers(and sisters) his power deeming them the most worthy of all their kind to posses it.

Kyuubi was given the most due to his superior age and wisdom. But he was an arrogant asshole. The nine tails.

Hachibi was given the second most for his strength. He had horrible taste in music though. The eight tails.

Nanabi, he had no idea why she was given anything the bitch. The seven tails.

Rokubi was gifted because of his intellect. He was kind of slow on the subject of sex but wasn't too annoying. The six tails.

Gobi was gifted for his stamina. He was a mixed breed but that never bothered him as it did the villagers. The five tails.

Yonbi was gifted for his resilience. A very good cook and a fun drunk to party with. The four tails.

Sanbi was gifted for her heart. Not a very talkative girl but was a very good listener. The three tails.

Nibi was gifted for his empathy. He was a painfully innocent submissive who he suspected was being fucked by Hachibi. The two tails.

"-and yours truly mate. The one-tailed. You can see how I was gifted." Shukaku cackled. Garra stayed quiet.

He learned over time not to take his master's admittedly bad sense of humor to heart and it was best to just smile and nod as best as he could.

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When he turned thirteen a month ago his master took him to his bed. He said it was time to make him his and he couldn't wait anymore and had to have him. Garra whole heartily agreed with him.

He made a sand clone of his master infused with enough of his master's chakra that he controlled it completely. The clone double smirked at him sinisterly and Garra felt a glimmer of fear for the first time in years.

His master wasted no time tearing off his clothes, throwing him to his bed and having his way with him. His master kissed, sucked and bit on any piece of flesh his hands could.

It hurt Garra deeply that they could not be joined together with his master's true body but that could not be helped. They had to make do with what they had for the time being.

Not to say it wasn't enjoyable. It turns out that his master couldn't receive full pleasure from just one coupling. He had to keep at it, in several different positions, for hours at time. It was one of the main reasons Garra could not sleep at night, the demon was insatiable in all things. But he didn't mind, it was mind blowing being taken over and over again.

During sex was the only time he ever saw himself bleed. His master loved sink his teeth into his body and drink from him. Garra over time learned to love it too.

His father wanted him and his sibling to attend the chunin exams in Konaha. Garra had no wish to spend the next five days in the company of his siblings not being able to join with his master properly.

But he had to endure that small torture so his master could gore himself on the victims he's sure to kill there. His master also wanted to have the opportunity to be able to meet the demon container he was told that resided in Konaha.

He wanted to see firsthand who was the human who held his elder brother. Shukaku already knew that his brethren were sealed by the human and saw this as a chance to release them all.

And who was Garra not to be able to fulfill his master's every wish.

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