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randomness: Oomph. "Ich will deine Seele."
This is the first real time jump in the story(as far as I remember, but I might be wrong. It's a quarter to two am, be patient with me.).
Let's say...The third day since the night of Naruto's run-in with Mystery Man. Which means this;
night were Naru got hurt; day where he got found; night with LeeNeji; day; night; day where this starts.
And for those of you who are still confused – it's not Gaara, kay? Gaara is cool, and when he tortures Naruto our little blondie LIKES it.
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Whore Street
Naruto scrubbed the back of his hand over his face, reveling in the sunlight. Sun! It was probably the last warm day of the year, and he'd snuck out from under Sakura's beady eyes to enjoy it. He'd taken the bus down to Whore Street and greeted the kids who were at the Konoha, reassuring them and all that. They'd come to visit him yesterday, but had stayed for only half an hour before Sakura threw them out. Seemed as though she hadn't known about the first nine-hour-visit and taken offense at this evil strain on her poor patient's nerves.
Shit, she was annoying.
The blonde looked up as a shrill shout of "Mine!" sounded from the junkies' hangout. It was the pink plushie. Again.
He was headed for the Arcade. Sasuke was supposedly washing up – that was what Ino had said – and Naruto had decided to pay him a visit before he had to return to Sakura's evil domain. He still hadn't really sorted anything out – except for that night, he'd spent yesterday working through that and getting it out of his system – and wanted to ask Sasuke a couple of things. At least, he thought he might want to. He just wasn't sure...about anything.
But then, what did he expect? Slum Street-worthy nights and customers and injuries didn't fit into Whore Street. It was only logical that a commotion ensued. For the others, of course.
Naruto, however, was also uneasy about something. And he knew pretty well that it had nothing to do with the rough client. He only had to think of green-teal-in-between, and he got this weird little tugging feeling somewhere in the lower region of his back.
He growled softly. He really had no idea what was going on. All this... stuff in the past days was starting to grate on his nerves.
He was between the two last apartment houses before the Arcade, right in front of the space between them – about three meters wide, it always surprised him that no whore group took advantage of its relatively dry shelter. He glanced into it casually, as he always did.
Green. Teal...he gave up on it and just called it Gaara.
Not that the redhead gave him much time to think on his title.
He found himself pushed up against the hard, abrasive concrete of the apartment building farther away from the Arcade, Gaara staring at him. The wrists of the hand gripping his collar and the hand pressed against the wall above his head were unmarked but for pinkish scar tissue.
Naruto snickered. "Iruka gave up on the cuffs?"
The redhead half-shrugged, his grip not relaxing.
"You know, this is all very...nice, but I've got stitches on my back, and the concrete doesn't feel like a hot spring on them, if you know what I mean. And I really don't feel like getting killed by my med – aah!"
He let his head fall back against the wall as Gaara's teeth – he hadn't seen the redhead's mouth open yet, but he now knew that his teeth were sharp – bit into the junction of his neck and shoulder. He felt his skin break and moaned again as the redhead sucked on the wound, arching against the taller kid – young man – oh God, how could he even think of something so unrelated while Gaara was...
"Oh God..."
The hand on his collar released him and pushed his T-shirt up, sliding around to his back, and Naruto knew instinctively what was coming. He gasped as the fingers clawed into the tender skin, not ripping the stitches – yet – but leaving, he was sure, long red lines of stripped skin.
Gaara raised his head from Naruto's neck and simply gazed at him for a few endless seconds, his hand still tormenting Naruto's back. The blonde could barely hold the gaze, panting and whimpering breathlessly.
A trickle of blood – Naruto's blood – stained a corner of the redhead's thin lips. His eyes were now much darker, and Naruto could feel the reason why pressing into his thigh. And he knew that he had the exact same reaction. He'd really have to dissect this...whatever it was...later. He rarely got aroused. Well, he actually never got aroused, unless he worked on it...
AARGH! Keep your mind on track!
He took a risk. Leaning up, he licked the blood away.
Gaara's eyes darkened further, and Naruto felt his T-shirt pulled over his head in one fluid movement, his jeans unbuttoned swiftly but not pushed down. The redhead's hand moved, too quickly for Naruto to see, and suddenly he was being ground against the concrete, his hip enveloped by a strong grip that held him still.
He wrapped his arms around the taller kid's neck – Hell, Kiba also got called a kid. They were the same age, even if Kiba hadn't murdered seven hundred people – and gasped with each vicious, savage pound of the redhead's hips. Gaara didn't make a sound, his mouth hot on Naruto's bared throat as he bit – and yes, bit as in drawing blood – his way down the blonde's neck.
The concrete burned and tore at his stitches like very rough sandpaper, but he didn't care. He couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to, not with Gaara thrusting them to...something. He couldn't think, he couldn't speak – he could only moan and gasp and pant and try to choke out the redhead's name as heat built in his lower back, unbearable and yet so sweet, as his legs gave out beneath him and Gaara had to grip both of his hips to hold him still when it came – over – him --
"G-Gaara!"
Naruto sagged, trembling, against the wall. The redhead slammed his hips against the wall one last time, his teeth sinking deeply into the skin just below Naruto's ear as he climaxed with a breathless, strangled gasp. The blonde arched at the sensation, whimpering.
They were silent then, but for the sound of their ragged breathing. Gaara was resting both of his elbows on the wall, on either side of Naruto's head. His eyes slid over the blonde, and Naruto raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Gaara just curved his lips into that evil hint of a grin.
"Shouldn't you be doing something with Iruka? Helping him or whatever?"
The almost-shrug.
Naruto rolled his eyes. "Please. You just fucking gave me the first not-self-caused climax of my life. This calls for some talking, okay? What the hell did you just do? As far as I know, it's not normal for people to go into fucking heat when someone tears open their stitches."
He hadn't actually been expecting an answer. He was the Sandman, after all.
Gaara tossed Naruto his T-shirt and straightened his own clothes. He turned away and walked deeper into the narrow alley.
Naruto almost didn't hear the soft, icy and amused half-snarl.
"Well, then you must not be normal..."
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phew. °Fans herself° Amazing what the mind can cook up at a quarter to 4 am.
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Randomness: Katatonia. "My Twin."
