Author's notes: Okay.. this is the last flashback. (a fun fun flashback)
Ganymaedes: Hmm.. I'm considering it. (there's more Gaara in this chapter if that's what concerns you)
Kanemoshi: Yeah.. I thought so.. but I didn't start the trend.. -pause- Oh noes.. it's become a trend.
Legalities: I own nothing but my story. I don't own the characters, the series, or anything really. x(
Warning: Yaoi and M-rated content (obviously)
Chapter Three: Flashback number two
Sasuke's sobbing was smothered in Gaara's shirt. Tears seeped through the thin material, and crept down Gaara's stomache. "I'm not a tissue Uchiha."
He did not let on that the wetness of his shirt was warm and arousing.
Sasuke trembled violently in order to release Gaara. "S-s-sorry," he choked. He sucked in a warm breath that turned to ice once it stretched passed his lips. Sasuke shivered. "G-gaara.. can you reach to turn off the fan." The vulnerable boy was happy to find something to distract him.
"Uchiha.. you lump.. you're never going to tell him are you."
"Don't taunt me!" Sasuke's fingernails dug into Gaara's arms. Thunder seared through the village. Flashes of lightning set still things in motion, making shadows dance. Rain poured through the open window like cold sea spray.
Gaara flew to the window to shut it, and Sasuke, his body unsuported, slumped down onto the bed.
Gaara misread this on purpose. "So you want to skip to the end Sasuke?" He stood uncomfortably in a puddle of soggy carpet. The water pooled around his toes, lapping at his heels.
Sasuke nodded "no" very feebly.
"Then what DO you want to do. I can't listen to your melodramatic spewing for much longer." He crawled back in bed with the half-naked Sasuke. Sasuke instantly went back to the comfortable position of nuzzling Gaara's stomache, with fleeting visits to his chest. Gaara's poisonous words relaxed, then no words came at all.
"I can hear you purring."
"People don't purr Uchiha."
"You are."
"I bet you are then."
:"I think I am."
Gaara had been set off in this vauge conversation, hands plummeting through the layers of clothing he wanted to rip off of Sasuke.
"Mmm.." Sasuke's body became immobile jelly around Gaara's waist. His grip on the small of Gaara's back relaxed and gravity bound him instead. He could barely register the cool breeze against his arse.
A cheerful, bubbling voice bounced up the staircase in the Uchiha Manor.
It was so easy to ignore it. Easy to let Gaara nuzzle his arse, tweak his nipples, and choke out his name.
The door burst open and a pink supernova twirled around the doorway. "Saaasuuuukeeee! s-s-s.. g-g," her rapturous lament was reduced to stuttering.
Normally this would be a dirty fantasy, but in reality, it made her stomache curl. "I-uh-er.. ff.. uh.. w-what?" Several frilly presents dribbled down from her uncurling fingers. Something indistinguishable was building behind her blank face. Strands of her done up hair fell scarily around her paled face. "Y-y.. and.. he-he.. i-i.. m'I dream.. ing? S-some.. I br-brought.. I.. ju-just.. seeing if.. y-y.. we're.. f..feelin...ing better-r.. a-and." Her terrifying voice trembled on.
Sasuke normally would have screamed at her for being a nuisance, but he had forgotten she was coming over to check on him. Instead, rather than an annoying fangirl, she was a stuttering mess. This was so unlike her that he wasn't sure what to do. The cornered Uchiha stopped in mid thought, realizing the sudden silence.
Sakura wasn't sure who she wanted to throttle most. She had a crush on both sex icons. She then remembered she had liked Sasuke much longer, (since birth?) and she had devoted her life to capturing his heart. Her plain features contorted into sociopathic rage. She streaked across the room, lunging at Gaara.
Gaara watched it happen in slow motion, staring back cooly. In a strange mid-lunge twist, their bodies conformed together. Somehow her talon-like hands slipped under his arms, and in collision, wrapped around his back. Her face slammed into his chest, and her fangirl personality thawed away the angry ice. She melted onto Gaara. Sakura paused. Remembing how angry she was supposed to be, she contemplated ripping open Gaara's throat.. or pressing her cheek against it. She decided on the latter, and Gaara gave a groan of dissaproval.
Sasuke watched the fiasco in silence. She looked as though she would have killed Gaara.. and now she snuggled against him. He was so confused, too confused (or feeling guilty) to be angry.
Sakura slowly pulled away, pulling herself together.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING!"
"Well.. I was getting ready to screw him."
Sakura looked mortified.
"HA! Gaara's the SEME!" Sakura dismissed the thought as ridiculous.
Sasuke's head hung low. He was so vulnerable about the topic of Naruto.. that in a way.. he had agreed to be the Uke. He liked the idea of Gaara pounding the worry out of him.
Sakura froze. "Wh-what! Sasuke.. you were going to be the Uke.. and you LIKE HIM! I'VE DEVOTED MY ENTIRE LIFE TO BEING YOUR NUMBER ONE FANGIRL! YOU'VE NEVER TAKEN ANY INTEREST IN ANYONE BEFORE! IF ANYONE SHOULD HAVE SEX WITH YOU FIRST IT SHOULD BE ME!" Violently smacking lips stood open in collecting horror. "I-I COULD JUST," her screams faltered.
"Join us?" Gaara looked smug.
"Wh-what!" Sakura looked shocked.
"WHAAAT!" Sasuke looked terrified.
"Well then leave." Gaara gently swept Sakura out the door.
"NO, NO WAIT.. I mean.. WAIT, NOT NO.. YES, YES I'LL DO IT," she screamed as the door was slammed behind her.
Gaara turned back to Sasuke. "Now.. may we continue."
In a whir of silence that Sasuke could not quite recall, he was on his back, butt arched up in the air and tears streaming down his face. Black hair was smashed into the sheets, veilng his face. The spikes were dampened and limping in every direction. Rough hands kneaded his neck and shoulders, and fingers dipped into his cavity. Finally, something that felt thicker than a finger found its way inside of him. "Ahhh.. ahhh.. mmm.. G-Ga..Gaar..oi.. mmm.. ahhh." He could feel his (quite massive) lengh plumbing through him. Sasuke grasped he bed sheets, and Gaara nipped at his back.
Sakura beat on the door. "NOOOOO," she wailed.
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Author's notes: Next chapter will be in the present.. I think.. that's If I don't decide to have an intermission of sorts.. :) bye.