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°sweatdrops° It's, uh...dawn outside. I wrote through the night.
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Randomness: Rammstein. "Amour."
Dunno about this one yet.
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Whore Street
God, Sakura could really overdo it. Naruto glared around his puke-colored room. The door was now locked from the outside. The medic had gone berserk over his new wounds and called him – and this was exactly what she'd said – a 'bitch in heat'. She seemed to be able to read minds.
It was dusk outside. He was, in a way, grateful for the closed door. He needed to think. Of course, he'd needed to think for quite a while now, but this afternoon had kind of...made it more urgent.
Yeah. Kind of urgent.
It made absolutely no sense. With the customer, he'd been screaming his throat out and hating every second of it. And he was used to that – the hating it. He'd always hated painful clients. Had on Slum Street, still did here.
And then, Gaara, hurting him. And he'd... well, yeah. He'd fucking loved it.
The goddamn Sandman had made him beg for pain.
What was wrong with the world?
A funny thought struck him. He'd once read that you were a virgin until you really got pleasure from something sexual. Huh. So Gaara, the Sandman, had taken his virginity?
He laughed till he cried. That was a good one.
Later, hours later – the clock said 1:03 -- , he awoke in the darkness, the digits glowing at him.
He didn't know how he'd gotten in, but he knew he was glad about it.
He felt the teeth first, the breath hot on his skin as he bit a trail down Naruto's spine. Whenever the fangs sunk into a welt, Naruto was forced to arch, his whimpers intensifying.
Then the hands moved, sliding the hospital gown – unbearable scratchy thing – off of him. At first, Naruto expected more of the same, the touching. What he got instead was cold metal.
He bit his lip, holding in a cry of surprise, pleasure, everything, as the slender blade slid over his belly, caressed his throat, tantalizing, threatening, slipped between his legs, teasing his thighs and...
Oh fucking... "Ga--"
The knife silenced him, cool on his panting lips. Gaara's other hand replaced it, and the green eyes flickered to the door, their warning clear in the dark. Naruto understood.
At least he thought he did, until the knife slit a hot, wild trail up his inner thigh. He arched, his scream coming out as a strangled whimper. He'd never even imagined...Not even his wildest, most secret fantasies... This feeling was... It was...
... paradise.
Gaara's body was suddenly close, naked and muscular against his back. The knife carved an arc around his hipbone, and he suppressed another shriek. He trembled beneath the metal and Gaara, beneath the metal that moved as an extension of Gaara, as cold and controlled as the rest of him.
The taller kid pushed him onto his belly, and Naruto nearly gnawed his hand off as the blade inscribed something onto the back of his thigh. It was writing – he felt the strokes, burning into him, carefully measured and applied. Calligraphy came to mind...but calligraphy was never, could never, be this erotic, this exciting, this dangerous.
He wanted... more... cut me deeper...harder...
Naruto's breath came in short, agonized bursts. He begged for more, pushing himself onto the blade, needing...
...but the metal disappeared.
Naruto couldn't suppress his moan of loss. Gaara tightened his hold on his mouth and shifted into the right position for...The blonde gasped. Yes! Yes, this was what he needed.
The redhead didn't ease the beginning for him, and when he thrust...
Naruto lost it. "Oh – Oh God, Gaara!"
Pain. It shot through him, a burn from being stretched beyond anything natural, a stab from the stitches that held him together inside being ripped, a searing line of fire as the knife reappeared, cutting a half-circle on his shoulder blade. Gaara hissed , his voice husky, and Naruto heard a very soft, almost imperceptible growl, "Tight..."
Then the Sandman thrust, and Naruto drowned in... the feeling...
-- pain --
-- pleasure --
-- pain --
-- pleasure --
-- PAIN! --
He sobbed into the sheet – Gaara's hand was holding him still, angling him for more PAIN and the other was holding its extension, the knife...still sketching bloody circles and triangles and lines...
Gaara's teeth scraped his earlobe before the bloody metal came to his cheek and turned his face with light pressure. The knife returned to its other task, and the teeth claimed Naruto's lips, nibbling. The blonde moaned and tried to push back, tried to get more, but Gaara didn't allow it.
Naruto knew, somehow, what he had to do to reach the fulfillment of the promise that the heat, slithering together within him, whispered to him. He mewled plaintively, gasping with each hard, body-tearing thrust.
"Please...Gaara...I need it..."
Gaara's breathing quickened, and so did his pounding, his rhythm faltering for a split second.
"Please...deeper...oh, God – Gaara ...please!"
This time the redhead truly faltered, his thrusts growing more vicious with each new plea.
"I'm c-close...PLEASE! HARDER!"
Gaara lost control, the knife falling to the sheets as both of his hands reached for Naruto's hips and --
"GAARAAAAAA!"
Bliss...relief crashing over him in waves – he shuddered with each new crashing flood of pleasure. He collapsed onto the mattress, whimpering as Gaara pounded into him fully one last, brutal time before climaxing inside him with a strangled grunt.
The redhead slid out of him, and lowered himself onto the mattress next to him.
"Shit..." Naruto murmured drowsily. "My medic's gonna kill me."
He wanted to say something else, to thank Gaara, maybe, or ask him to stay. But when he turned, the Sandman was already dressed. His eyes held Naruto's for a moment, and then he was gone, leaving casually by the room's door.
Naruto frowned tiredly. Hadn't the door been locked?
He didn't want to puzzle it out. He curled up under the blanket, starting when his hand encountered something cool and smooth. Naruto examined the knife in the darkness, his fingers tracing the blade and the delicate, intricate hilt.
A gift?
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And? You like? I am aware that this was basically a smut chapter, and I'm proud of that. Pervertedness is an admirable trait in females. Males...well.
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randomness: Lordi! "They only come out at Night".
