story by: IamGhost

Disclaimer: I do not own anything...

Large jade eyes were widened with dread as a little boy crept inside a small kitchen with silent and careful steps, looking like a frightened doe ready to escape from a predator; but when the little toddler was sure that nobody was in the room he smiled a smile that would put to shame the Cheshire cat.

"See, Shukaku? I told you nobody would be in here!" The boy whispered to his teddy bear excitedly before he hurried towards the lowest wooden cupboards, opening them all in a frantic search for something edible to eat and he was pleased enough to know there were more than just bread crumbles this time, unlike the day before; but just when he was about to leave with a generous pile of food on his little arms he got a glimpse of something that made his mouth water, a cake. The only problem was that it was on top of the counter, a place he couldn't reach even with both his hands and legs stretched, but that didn't refrained the boy from trying. He was a child, after all and stubbornness is common in his early age.

He stretched his limbs as far as he could, his little fingers prodding at the large plate above with his tiny fingers but something went wrong and the plate fell down, emitting a loud crash. The boy whimpered when he noticed small pieces of ceramic embedded in his flesh, but he had no time to cry out or run, for a tall man with dark ominous eyes stared down at him with searing anger and disgust from the threshold.

"I told you to never leave your room!" he yelled, grabbing and carrying the child as if it was some disgusting disease.

"But I'm hungry!" the little boy protested in his arms, kicking, screaming and squirming as angry tears rolled down his soft and rounded cheeks as the mean man dumped him into a cage-like crib.

"I don't care if you're hungry or not, brat, I don't want you out of here" the man growled, sending the most frightening glare he could muster.

The child cried silently, embracing the tattered teddy bear against his chest as the man left with a loud bang at the door.

Gaara tried to open his eyes but they felt as heavy as lead, he then tried to move his hands but they were sore and felt much more heavier than his eyes, so he gave up, wincing when a very unfathomable headache attacked him mercilessly. Knowing that he still didn't have the enough strength to properly wake up he drifted again into sleep's wings and hopefully something more about his murky past would be revealed.

A redhead stared wearily at the people socializing just outside the window he was leaning in, his aquamarine eyes too cold and unyielding for a ten year old and his body too frail and small to be considered healthy. All those smiles, all the chatter and light atmosphere were starting to annoy him.

"Look at them Shukaku, so happy and oblivious…they make me sick" the redhead whispered to his imaginary friend, his bony fingertips caressing the cool surface of the crystal pane.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a commotion broke through on the peaceful city of Suna, soldiers from the frontier paraded in elegantly with their graceful horses on the town's square and the people dispersed from the streets as quickly as they could to make a path for them, everyone bowing deep in recognition and respect.

There was a spark of interest in those bored aquamarine orbs and the boy shifted from his position to take a better view of the imposing soldiers.

"Do you see them Shukaku?!" the boy exclaimed in awe to the empty space beside him that gave no reply.

An older boy with spiky chestnut hair eyed him curiously from the threshold of the living room, munching on an apple uninterestedly. "Oi! Who are you talking with, Gaara?" the boy gave no reply, just a quick glance at him as if to acknowledge his presence.

"He's talking to himself" a blond haired girl replied for the redhead while reading a rather old book.

"The soldiers from Ulster are here" the younger boy said almost in a whisper, too interested in the display outside to tear away his eyes from the window.

"Really?" the older boy asked before he ran to the window and threw Gaara away from it so he could get a look.

"Temari, it's true! The soldiers are here!" he cried excitedly while the blonde only arched an eyebrow at him, showing that she wasn't as interested as they were. "So? What about it?" she asked, closing the book she was previously reading and setting it on the nearest end table before standing up and walking towards her brothers. "What's so interesting about them?" both males stopped their earlier struggling to win the window to stare at her with unbelieving eyes.

"The saddest part of it is that she means it" the brunet said, shaking his head in disapproval.

The redhead fled from the living room, ignoring the questioning glances from his older siblings and he dashed for the entrance of the house and broke free from his imprisonment.

The small boy ran and ran, pushing people out of his way until he was in the front line of the mob.

There they were, the greatest of all the greatest, the only ones Gaara had ever truly admired.

Line after line of pure bred stallions with glossy manes and healthy build marched solemnly past him and line after line of strong and nameless faces marched somberly without noticing him.

"I want to be one of them when I grow older, Shukaku" the boy whispered, a warm smile spreading on his usually blank face.

Not too far away, a foreign teen stared at him oddly before his frowning eyes set on the parading soldiers with disgust and then back at the redhead with incredulity.

"Do you really want to be just like those conceited idiots?" the stranger raised his prominent eyebrows and Gaara's smile disappeared almost instantly, a deep scowl marrying his face.

"What did you say?" he whispered, eyes glowing hazardously and the stranger smirked by the sudden change of events. "You heard me" the other answered, a horrible smile taking place in his face. "Hey…you're that Gaara kid, right? The son of the Kazekage…" the stranger's sick smile widened even more. "I heard you killed your mother…" as soon as the other boy finished the sentence Gaara was already attacking him like a vicious animal.

"What is this?" a deep voice growled, forcing both of them to pull apart. Gaara dropped his bloodied fist, his wide eyes staring with awe at the figure hovering above. There, with rich clothes and armor stood the General of the squad.

"Gaara, what on earth are you doing?!" a high pitched yell signaled the redhead that an infuriated Temari was also there. The general arched a thin eyebrow as soon as he saw the blonde, recognition deeply embedded on his feminine face. "Temari?" the general asked with unbelief, and soon enough the blonde stop yelling at her youngest brother and her soft blue eyes widened. "Uncle Yashamaru?"

The older man smiled at them, taking off his helmet to show flaxen hair that reached past his chin, making him look even more feminine.

"Why are you fighting, Gaara?" the blonde asked, offering him a hand and ignoring the other helpless teen lying on the ground.

"I…I was just-" The redhead fidgeted as he noticed that all of the eyes of the townspeople were directed at him, trying to discern the motives of such a dreadful act. "He was insulting our family..." the redhead responded, sending a spiteful glare at the fallen combatant. "I see…" his uncle responded in a pondering manner, his grey eyes assessing the damage inflicted on the stranger. "Well done, son" the blond man finally said, ruffling his ruby hair. Gaara's eyes widened even more, his mouth open in surprise while the other fallen male just glared indignantly at everyone before he scurried away from the multitude, spitting curses at them as he disappeared.

The tall man offered him a hand as a gentle smile curled his pretty lips.

"Get up…it's rude to be sitting, pay respect to your soldiers" was all he said as the wide eyed boy took the offered hand.

Yashamaru saluted them politely and left after saying a swift goodbye; and as soon as the blond took his place on the queue of intimidating soldiers Gaara let a true smile blossom in his face, a soft pink shade grazing his gaunt cheeks.

"See Shukaku? I can't wait to be one of them"

There was a brief moment of darkness as Gaara processed the last memory and then a very familiar scenery appeared in front of him. It was some training grounds inside a fortress in the outskirts of the city. Yashamaru stood in front of a very skinny and sickly smaller Gaara, while Yashamaru was holding a metal sword, Gaara was clutching a wooden one, his very pale skin marred with fresh wounds from the current encounter.

"That was very good Gaara, now you only need to remember to never lower your guard" Yashamaru said, a bright smile stretching his lips. The small redheaded boy collapsed on his knees, panting hard, his cheeks were flushed and he was sweating profusely. "I…can't…breathe" he said in between deep gulps of air. The man in front of him only arched a thin eyebrow, looking very dignified and unaffected even though they had rigorous sparring matches and exercises for six hours a day.

"Say Gaara, do you want to be a soldier?" the blonde asked as he knelt in front of the trembling little boy. That question perked Gaara's attention. "Of course I want to!" he cried as he wiped away sweat from the new wounds marring his deadly white skin. "Then you need to stop complaining and work harder" Gaara nodded and almost jumped to his weakened feet, wincing when some of the wounds on his arms and legs prickled by the harsh movements of his limbs. Yashamaru only smiled, but this smile was different from any other, this smile was malicious. "Now it's time for your endurance test" and with those words said the blond man took a beating stick. Gaara's eyes widened with dread. "On your knees" Yashamaru commanded grimly. The boy trembled with fear but did as he was told and fell on his knees, head bowed and back exposed. His widened eyes shut in agony as the merciless beating commenced and he knew for experience that once it began it was hard to make his uncle stop.

In all his naivety he never knew that this "test" was only for the sick pleasure of his uncle, a man with no heart but plenty of hatred to give; especially plenty enough to give to him.

Gaara tried to sleep, he really tried, but the floor was too hard and cold and the silence deafening; dread filled his wide eyes as he stared at the darkness surrounding him while he covered his shivering body with the thin cotton blanket that was given to him, but it was proved to be futile because the coldness didn't subdue.

The boy squinted in the shadows, feeling as if he had seen a ghost. The darkness was the worst, for he could never really get accustomed to it, the dreadful uncertainty and the voice in his head were intensified in the darkness, the ghost of his past still fresh in his young mind, replaying all the painful memories he suppressed in the daylight, letting him without rest. But now it was okay, because he had become an insomniac many years ago and now he needn't as much sleep as he did when he was younger.

As he tried to accommodate himself on the uncomfortable floor he heard something, like muffled voices that were oh so familiar to him. The blood haired boy stood up by reflex, his plans of a light sleep long ago forgotten as his naked feet dragged him out of his room to the empty corridor outside. The muffled voices became clearer and louder as he approached one of the cellars next to his room and he was certain it wasn't part of his overly active imagination.

The small child came to a halt and opened the heavy door just enough to steal a glimpse of what was happening inside; but once he had captured the scene displayed just for his innocent eyes he regretted getting out of his cold and hard "bed".

There, inside the cellar was his uncle pressed against the wall, his eyes closed and his mouth parted as another man he couldn't recognize was embracing him…but this embrace was different from all the ones he had ever seen between friends, this one, oddly enough, seemed to be the kind of hug only lovers shared.

The small boy frowned, clearly confused of what was happening, but realization dawned upon him when he noticed that the other nameless man was grinding his hips against the pliant Yashamaru, whose grunts and moans were muffled by the hands of the stranger.

"Stop it, Gaara's sleeping next door…he could hear us" the smaller man cried, trying to break free, but the older one refused to let go.

"I don't care if that brat is sleeping next door; hell…I don't care if he drops dead any minute now…"

That voice…Gaara's eyes widened with realization…That voice could only belong to one man…

His father.

"Oh, don't be that way, you shouldn't treat him that way…he deserves proper treatment-" The older man pushed harder against Yashamaru, a growl reverberating low in his throat.

"Don't you remember that he's the cause of your beloved sister's death?" the man glowered, poison dripping from his words. Yashamaru's shoulders tensed vividly, remorse flicking through his eyes.

"we shouldn't be doing this…it's wrong…besides, I don't want to disgrace her memories with…this" he cried, pushing away with all his might, only to be pushed further against the wall by the strong man, whose voice was quite and deadly.

"You weren't talking that way yesterday, 'maru…so shut up now and obey"

His father, the youngling realized, had thrown his uncle against an improvised bed on the corner and proceeded to strip both of them while unabashedly jerking his hips against the other.

"No…please…I beg you…" the blond cried, his watery eyes staring at the door…Somehow, Gaara thought he had been seen.

"Shut up…" the other man growled before he kissed him on the mouth, his hands fisting his fair locks of hair.

Gaara shook his head, trying to get rid of the images, but he couldn't move, the fear was too overwhelming for him; so he remained there, petrified as he watched how his uncle and father did all the things he thought his father only did with his mother.

A deadly embrace in the darkness, the confused and terrified eyes of a young man, a cold throaty laughter followed by violent coughs and the loud clatter of a sword falling to the ground, its bright blade tainted with dark red blood. Questions were asked and were left unanswered, tears streamed down the young man's cheeks and his hurt eyes tried to figure out the older man's motives for such a hideous act.

"Why?" he feebly asked, his voice raspy and strangled. "Because I wanted to…" His uncle responded blatantly, a cynical smile spreading on his lips, mocking and daring. "I can't stand to see you…knowing that you were the cause of my sister's demise…you repulse me" the man said slowly but surely, his cold grey eyes glaring at him with rage the redhead had never seen in his usually pleasant face. "All this time…you were pretending?" the broken boy asked, his hands clutching at the red fabric of Yashamaru's elegant shirt. Another horrible laughter erupted as the man tried to pry away the boy's hands from him. "I hated you since the day you were conceived" the older man continued, ignoring the pained expression on the redheaded boy. "I knew it was a mistake from the beginning…you're father…he wasn't supposed to be with her" Yashamaru whispered, his eyes thick with emotion. Anger filled him as the redhead remembered what he had seen when he was still a boy.

"…He was supposed to be with whom?" he asked, his eyes glowing with dangerous animosity. "…you?!" he spat, clutching harder at the neck of Yashamaru's shirt, his teeth greeted tightly and his jaw tense as he lowered his hateful glare at his uncle. The man only laughed listlessly, his eyes still filled with malicious intention.

"Did you enjoyed the show?" he asked, his once innocent and kind face distorted to the eyes of Gaara, who now had realized that it wasn't a coincidence he had stumbled upon that scene.

"…So you did it on purpose…?" he asked, his fists shaking underneath the fabric of Yashamaru's shirt.

The blond slapped the trembling hands away with his last remnants of strength. "…he cheated on me by impregnating your mother…" Yashamaru sighed, cleaning a trail of blood on his lips with the back of his sleeve, his pretty eyes mad. Gaara shook his head vigorously, trying to deny it all for the sake of his sanity.

"You're sick" he cried, clutching at his own self as he tried not to lose his mind.

"I have only one regret though, and that is…- the flaxen haired male fixed his cold, uncaring eyes on his nephew, his lips stretching into another horrible smile. – that I couldn't kill you right now."

Gaara gave a retreating step back, his eyes wide and dreadful as he shook his head. He felt Betrayed, his anguish was immense but he still was in denial, after all, he had always thought that his uncle was the only one that loved him. He had been wrong.

So that meant that…

All those years he had been living with his uncle, all that time he was just…pretending?, pretending to care for him, pretending the smiles, the jokes, the camaraderie…furthermore, how could he had lived and trained with the very product of his lover's wife?

Gaara shook his head, trying to refrain the tears from spilling…

Here lay the only one he had ever truly loved and admired, his role model, bleeding to death from a self inflicted wound on his chest after he had tried to kill him unsuccessfully in the most shameful ways possible: He had tried to kill him while he was asleep and thus he had raped the most important rules as a soldier:

"Never inflict harm upon your allies" and, "one who kills another man in his sleep is a disgrace, for he is nothing but a coward"

From a distance, Gaara could hear the leftovers of his cold heart shattering to never be mended again.

From that day onward, Sabaku no Gaara, now with the title of General, suffered a terrible metamorphosis, he became the real monster people always feared he would become. A ruthless assassin and a useful tool for the king to the eyes of the people but nothing more but a shadow of the real Gaara to their siblings.

"Bring the messengers" the redheaded general commanded to a nearby minion as he stared with interest at the map stretched across the rounded table in front of him, and as the nameless man got out of the tent in a hurry, Gaara's attention focused solely on a particular red figurine among the seas of blue and red dots lying methodically on the map.

"General" two men greeted him with a stern salute, their faces grim and solemn as the redhead took his time to turn around and acknowledge their presence with a spare glance as he strolled closer to them, the small figurine on his right hand.

"What was the reply?" the young man asked casually, his smooth voice carrying a dangerous undertone. Both men looked at him with barely concealed fear. "The head of the clan refused our offering" the bravest one said, his eyes fixed on the General's chin instead of his eyes. "What were his exact words?" the cold general asked, his voice becoming truly dangerous. "He said; I am truly sorry but I'll have to decline, we will not risk the lives of our men to such malevolent purpose" there was a cold silence for a moment as the redhead scowled, his hand finally crushing the figurine in his hand. "Did you explain that his refusal is considered as treason?" the redhead growled. Both men flinched and refused to look at the General. "Yes we did, sire…" one of them said feebly, staring intently at the wall behind the imposing visage of the rather very young general. "But he said that he would fight, if he must" the redhead growled and threw the shattered figurine to the floor. As soon as he uttered the dismissal words the men left quickly, not daring to see the infuriated and dangerous General.

Gaara turned around; fire alit in his eyes as he trashed the table, sending thousands of figurines to the floor. "Brother?" a hesitant hand touched his shoulders. "What?!" he yelled and turned around, taking hold of the hand and squeezing it painfully on his iron grip. The blond young woman in front of him cried out in pain and snatched her hand back. "What is wrong with you?!" she countered, "the poor men 

outside are almost dead with fright" Gaara glared at her with his most dangerous and angry eyes he had ever summoned. "OUT!" he bellowed, pushing the blonde outside his tent and to the silent camping place as each and every soldier watched them, the frightening silence getting on the redhead's nerves easily. "What are you looking at?!" he spat to everyone, but they were as still as statues. "We'll part tomorrow morning, prepare yourselves for a fight" The young General commanded and retreated into his tent, ignoring the questioning stares he received.

Gaara sat on the only chair that wasn't broken, staring with disinterest at the floor and trying to calm himself down, how dare that man mock him?, oh but he will soon enough prove that no one dared to toy with him.

When he finally awakened from his forced sleep, his head hurt as if someone was viciously stabbing it with a knife. He winced, rubbing his skull with quivering hands and blinked twice; adjusting his tender eyes to the bright light in the unfamiliar room he was currently residing in against his will and realized with sheer distress that he had been crying in his sleep.

He was shocked and hurt, his wide eyes were staring at the ceiling as he lay motionless and unblinking, tears leaking freely as he replayed all those terrible memories and how he really wasn't wanted by the ones he considered close to him, the betrayal and pain still evident in his mind like hot iron on skin. After a while of just laying on the mattress, he sat up slowly, his eyes fixed on the mirror on the other side of the room, watching with disinterest how the crystalline tears ran down his cheeks; morbidly realizing that this was the first time he had cried in a very long time.

He should be happy by now, happy to know who he really was and where did he come from, but now that he knew some of the truth…he didn't feel satisfied at all… he felt disgusted, bitter and hopeless.

Oh, now he surely would have paid any price just to be able to forget it all…the irony of his situation and the eagerness for knowledge from his part was mockingly disgusting. It was so much better to be left naïve and carefree, just like he had been weeks ago.

When he was about to stand up, something constricting pulled him down again and his eyes widened when he noticed something cold and heavy weighing down both of his wrists…no…they wouldn't…he brought both wrists in front of his face only to be angered by the precautions pulled against him.

So they were playing that game on him now…

He sighed, hanging his head low and wiping away his tears as he contemplated what would happen next until the door of the bedroom opened and a very familiar scent wafted through the room and directly to his slightly flared nostrils, it was the sweetest and most intoxicating aroma that belonged only to one person, a beautiful creature with very cruel intentions.

"What are you doing here?" the redhead snapped reflexively, openly glaring at the cool brunet that strolled inside without sparing the fuming redhead a glance. "…So you are awake" was the only quite response Neji offered as he nodded in the redhead's direction, stealing a discrete glance of the other 

male over his shoulder as he settled down a few medical supplies on the desk, noticing with his keen eyes Gaara's puffy and red eyes.

The redhead tried to stand up from the bed but winced almost immediately when the cold shackles on his wrists yanked him down again. Gaara cursed heatedly when his skull splitting headache only intensified in protest, and he threw a dirty look at Neji, who thought it to be highly amusing and had thrown him a smirk over his shoulders. Gaara struggled with the chains for a while until he got bored and instead opted to stare at the other human being in the room, craning and twisting his neck so he could catch a glimpse of what the other was doing until Neji turned around and walked straight to the bed, his cold eyes staring impersonally at him.

"Bow your head" he commanded in his usual cold voice, but the redhead didn't even budge, he just openly glared at him in defiance. "I said, bow your head" the brunet commanded more impatiently but Gaara was as still as a statue. Neji rolled his eyes and pushed Gaara's head down non-to-gently, earning a low growl in exchange. "What the hell are you doing?!" the redhead snapped, glaring at the bandaged hand of the brunette but not resisting really. "Just shut up" Neji dabbed a cloth furiously on a blood caked wound on the back of his head, making the redhead wince and instantly clutch at the chains. "It wouldn't hurt to be nicer" the redhead snapped with gritted teeth, glaring from underneath his lashes at Neji, who just laughed coldly. "Why would I be nice to you?"

Gaara tensed when those cruel words were spoken so blatantly and he pulled at the chains and managed to take a hold of Neji's injured hand. The brunet tensed immediately and his eyes watered as he stopped cleaning the wound.

"Would you please release my hand?" he asked with gritted teeth, his eyes glaring down at the other male, who merely quirked his lips into a threatening smile before his grip tightened.

Neji lost his composure and cried out; dropping the bowl he was holding to the wooden floor, which spilled water everywhere. Gaara smirked; he loved to see the other boy restless. "I told you to stop" he said, tightening his grip. Neji winced but tried not to show that he was in pain, he wouldn't give the bastard the pleasure.

"Why are you doing this?" Gaara's knuckles were turning white as he clutched the bandaged hand. Neji bit his lower lip hard, maybe out of frustration or because of the pain in his hand. "Because I was told to do so" Neji gazed coldly at him, even though warm moisture invaded his eyes, making his vision a bit blurry. "You're lying" Gaara stated simply, his hold on Neji's hand loosening slightly. "No I'm not." Neji stared at the ceiling, trying to retain the tears that were dangerously trying to break free. "Look into my eyes and tell me you hate me" Gaara pulled down a very startled Neji until they were face to face, his hot breath tickling Neji's neck. Gaara's other hand ghosted over Neji's arm and up his shoulders until they rested on a warm and soft cheek. Neji stopped breathing and his eyes widened with dread; Gaara's lips were inching closer but both their eyes were unblinking, staring fully at the other, refusing to show any kind of weakness. The scenario at the woods Neji had purposely ignored until that moment started to replay in his mind and he remembered how delicious those lips were, how incredibly soft Gaara's skin was and how magnificent that pair of feline teal eyes were and a shameless blush crept to his cheeks. 

Gaara smiled, his thumb caressing Neji's lips as he closed the distance between them. 'Don't let him…please…don't let him…' Neji thought frantically to himself, but his insolent body remained as still as a statue. His blush intensified with each passing second until it happened. Gaara closed his eyes and…

They kissed.

When Gaara's lips touched his, various things happened at the same time; his heart skipped a beat, his throat tightened into a knot and his insides churned and the damn blush only deepened more. Neji was so shocked he did nothing at first, and that was until he felt teeth pulling at his lower lip and a very persistent tongue trying to make its way in. Neji started to struggle out of panic, but Gaara was strongly determined to continue, so he closed his eyes, tangled his hands on Neji's hair, pulled his hair and deepened the kiss, forceful to prove his point by untying the bounded hair with his free hand and making it fall around like a dark waterfall. Neji stopped struggling and blinked slowly, staring at the long maroon eyelashes of the person he was supposed to hate with all his might. Why couldn't he push him away?

Gaara frowned in the kiss, Neji was unresponsive, and his eyes were open and his lips unmoving, clearly not interested in whatever he was doing. Gaara sighed and dropped his hands unwillingly and stared at the floor panes in shame. "Why are you doing this?" Neji suddenly asked softly, his eyes staring blankly at him, the pretty blush that was previously staining his cheeks now gone and his disheveled hair still in disarray over his shoulders. "I don't know…" was the honest reply the redhead could think off. Maybe Neji would leave him be and not do something very drastic, like killing him or proclaim to the whole world of his disgraceful interest in men.

"You're doing this on purpose" the brunet said after a while, his beautiful jewel-like eyes painfully cold as he glared at the hopeless redhead lying on the bed, exposed, hurt and shackled to the wall. "What a way to do things, eh?-" Neji glowered, his hands balled into shaking fists and his teeth smashed together. "Do you think you could get out of this by just seducing me?" Neji waited for an answer, a denial or compliance, anything, but there was none; Gaara was silent and unmoving, his eyes just staring at him in a bored fashion before he readjusted his position on the bed. The lack of reaction only fueled Neji's fury.

"Who do you think you are, anyway?" Neji continued arguing hotly as he climbed off the bed ungraciously to stand to a considerable distance from the object of his violent desires; but Gaara was there, unaffected and calm, sitting on the edge of the bed, his arms stretched by his sides as far as the shackles would allow him. Neji pursed his lips and his fingers flexed open and close against the palm of his hands, already desiring to enclose around the slender neck of that obnoxious redheaded demon. "You come here, to this house, and decided that you wanted to play with my mind?" still, no reply. Neji lost his patience when the redhead only blinked slowly, his eyes blankly staring at him. "Listen very well…" Neji finally snapped, his hands fisting a handful of Gaara's borrowed shirt as he closed the distance in between their faces, their noses barely touching. "I hate you since the day you decided to kill my parents and that will never change-" Neji's voice was low and dangerous as he spoke, his pale face livid and his fists shaking with hardly contained anger. Gaara didn't even winced when Neji nails dug on 

the skin of his collarbone until he drew blood. "Not today, not tomorrow and not in the next life…you only disgust me." Those words seemed to bring something on that sick head of his, Neji noticed, for the demon's calm face twisted in pain and remorse. "…call it irony, but, you attract me" the demon responded, his lips twirling in a bitter smile as his hand traced the contours of Neji's face until the other boy slapped his hand away with cold, unyielding hatred.

"Stop saying lies…I will never let you out" Neji said darkly as he glared viciously at him. Gaara furrowed his eyes.

"I'm not lyin-" Neji shook his head and muffled the rest of the redhead's sentence with his hand.

"You know what? ...I don't really need to tolerate this…" the indignant brunet replied before he spun around and started to gather the medicines and the broken bowl in a hurry. Gaara watched him silently; his arms crossed and head rested on a soft pillow. The brunet paced all the way to the door and paused on the threshold to throw him a last glare, his hand on the doorknob as he let a little malicious smile curl his perfect lips. "I can't wait to see you dead"

Once the door was shut and the redhead was alone, Gaara lowered his eyes to stare at the fresh crescent wounds dug on his palms that were made by his own fingernails while he quarreled with the obstinate male, beads of blood smearing on his palm as he caressed the wounds.

His previous tense smile faltered until it shattered into a scowl.

It hurt…all those vicious retorts, the angry pale eyes and the evil smiles…he let a small cackle shake his body.

It hurt like hell…and the most frustrating bit about it was that he didn't know why.

His heart…

He couldn't comprehend what was wrong with it, it hurt as if it had been torn apart, hell, he didn't even know that he had one until that very moment the younger male had oh so derisively played with it, tugging at it and manipulating it as if it was a toy.

An ordinary person in his position would have noticed that it was not ordinary to be feeling that way towards someone else, that this new and uncomfortable feeling budding in his heart was something dreadfully scary for him, something deeper than attraction; something that could manipulate him to his own damnation.

…something like love.

Gaara chuckled darkly under his breath, finding highly amusing his trail of thought.

…Love?

Really, he must have had some serious brain damage when that dark haired minx had struck him with that stone.

…Him in love?

Impossible; it is useless, highly unintelligent and pathetic to think of the possibility.

People with ordinary and happy lives fell in love; he was not an ordinary man, he was a demon; a heartless monster with a nonexistent conception about love or friendship, some cruel joke sent from the devil for its own twisted amusement, a demon that possessed a highly destructive nature, and obviously enough, he was doomed to live in solitude.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of that painful feeling in his chest.

Whatever he was feeling at the moment was just pure lust and attraction.

Nothing more.

"Gaara…" a very needy Neji whined; his eyes closed tightly as calloused hands traced over perky nipples. "…stop teasing me" he had growled, buckling his hips upwards against the other's warmth. Said male lowered his face until he was kissing the pale but scorching flesh of his naked torso as his hips gave powerful thrusts downwards, his ragged breaths tickling Neji's sensitive neck and ear as he quietly bit down on his shoulder blade, trying hard to stifle his pleasured moans.

"Be patient, love" the older man whispered, one hand tightly clutching his hip and the other entangled on his long dark hair.

"I want you now!" the brunet cried, grasping at Gaara's own hips before he searched blindly for his pants crotch buttons and upon finding them he tugged them wildly to the amusement of one chuckling redhead.

"If you insist" he whispered huskily, tugging at his own pants and taking them off in a swift and elegant movement before throwing the cloth carelessly to the floor.

Gaara bend forward, exposing his body when the bed sheets fell down, uncovering his perfect physic to the aroused brunet on the bed.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked, a cocky smirk contorting his handsome face as his naughty hands trailed down south to disappear under the sheets.

Neji's eyes widened tremendously and he cried out uncharacteristically as the redhead's cold hands grasped his erected member and began stroking him up and down slowly.

Neji's hands shut up to grab at Gaara's own instinctively, his helpless diamond eyes begging him to do much more.

"This might hurt…"Gaara stated seriously as he spread his legs apart and situated himself in a comfortable position in between his legs.

"Are you sure about it?" the redhead asked, his arousal poking his inner tights softly, a reminder of what was about to happen. The blushing brunet tried to squeeze his legs close, but the redhead maintained them apart. Giving a soft nod of his head, the boy turned his head to the side and buried his face on the pillow, too embarrassed to admit that he was about to do such a scandalous act with the man he was supposed to hate.

Gaara gave a soft smile and caressed his silky dark hair before he pushed his legs up and over his shoulders; the startled boy yelped as he was bend over such a curious angle but said nothing else as the redhead revealed both their bodies, and his eyes widened with dread when he noticed the size of Gaara's manhood before he spluttered incoherent sentences, scared that such thing would actually fit inside of him.

Gaara hushed him and kissed him once more, giving shallow thrusts against his hips, the pleasurable friction between their arousals successfully distracting Neji from his previous fear.

In fact, Neji was so distraught that he didn't notice what was going on until he felt something hot and hard pressing against his entrance.

The brunet cringed and his whole body tensed, making the man on top of him to moan loudly.

"Stop doing that…it hurts" the redhead said breathily, halting all movement as the boy closed his eyes tightly and tried to relax as much as he could.

Gaara's pink tongue darted out of his mouth to stroke his nipples as his hands started to jerk his erection as fast and as hard as he was able to, all the while breaking in the lithe and small body until he was fully sheathed in that hot and tight hole.

"Oh gods…" the redhead whispered, his face twisted in sheer pleasure as he started to rock his hips softly, his breath hitching with every single movement he made.

The brunet below moaned loudly, fresh tears glistening on his eyes as the intense pain mixed with pleasure coursed through his body like fire.

Gaara's breathing became ragged and his grip on Neji's hips intensified, making the boy cringe, knowing that it would definitely leave a bruise afterwards.

But then, as the Gaara gave one particular powerful thrust, Neji's eyes widened and his back arched back, a low guttural moan erupting from his abused pink lips.

"Oh god, Again!" he cried out, jerking his hips upwards and impaling himself. Gaara leaned down and gave him an open wet kiss, darting his tongue out and tasting his mouth as his jerks became wilder and faster, always hitting that place inside of Neji that made him feel so good.

The pain had disappeared long ago to be replaced by blinding hot pleasure, and the intense sensation of being filled repeatedly, the delicious friction inside of him and the fire pooling on his lower stomach was too much for Neji, who was now shaking his head from side to side, his back still arched and his arms 

around the other male in an embrace as he pounded into him; the sounds of panting and skin slapping skin the only sound in the room.

"Gaara…I'm going to…" the brunet cried, biting his lower lip hard as his eyes rolled back inside his eyelids as an intense wave of pleasure hit him hard, and as his body shook and his passage tightened, a hot whiteness spilled from his member to both their stomachs. Gaara moaned loudly and gave a few more shallow thrusts until his whole body tensed and something warm was released inside of him.

With merely just a shudder, the redhead fell down on top of him, the whisper of a pleasant smile tugging at the end of his lips upwards as both of them tried to regain their breaths.

"I love you, Gaara" Neji whispered, his arms still wound tightly around him.

The redhead looked up, and at that very moment, the redhead looked beautiful as his aquamarine eyes glinted with happiness.

"You know I love you too…" a bright smile spread over rosy lips as both lovers embraced each other, basking on the aftermath of their passion.

"…Neji?" Hanabi asked as the boy in the bed opened his sleepy eyes to stare wearily at her.

"what?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning but the girl didn't responded. he frowned and then noticed that she was staring directly at his lower half body.

"stop staring at my..." his voice died in his troath as he lowered his gaze to himself, his eyes widened and a blush crept to his cheeks as he noticed the reason behind his cousin's staring.

The small child had been staring at a prominent bulge protruding from his bed sheets, and as if Neji wasn't terrified enough by now, the girl decided to pipe in.

"What's that?" the girl asked, pointing at his rather big problem with her pretty eyes wide with curiosity.

Neji would have fainted if it wouldn't have been for the fact that it would be highly out of character, so he instead opted to yell at the poor girl to get out of his room, which was also very un-Neji like.

Neji cringed as the girl exited his room and once he was alone in the confines of his room, his shaky hands lifted the crumpled bed sheets from his lower self and he blushed, his own eyes widened, but now with shock and fear.

"Oh…crap" was all he muttered as he covered himself once more, his eyes still wide as saucers.

AN: and so, the plot unravels...

i hope you liked it :)