lalalalala...chap 20...°cackles°

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Randomness: Lordi. "Hard Rock Hallelujah."

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Whore Street

Sasuke woke up in half-gloom next to a sleeping Naruto. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and looked at the clock. It blinked at him. 6:12. He should be getting going, he realized. He had work to do.

He'd fallen asleep in the chair, his head and his arms on the mattress. Sighing, he looked down at Naruto, whose blanket had become entangled with his arms and legs in slumber.

Sasuke's eyes widened.

The blanket had uncovered the blonde's thighs, and on the back of the left was a wound... a cut, or more than one cut. Under it, the skin was discolored yellowish and light purple – old bruises, older than the new wound, the symbol. The scabbed over, very fresh, evenly and perfectly inscribed kanji.

Ai.

Sasuke fled.

Leaning against the outside of Naruto's closed door, he lit a cig, ignoring the angry looks from the passing medics.

The wound had been fresh. But why would Naruto have a cut? Who would hurt him here?

A well-known, torturous image entered his mind. He had been begging...begging for pain. Sasuke recoiled from the thought. Naruto had never liked pain --

How do you know?

What had eyeliner-man don --

"Sasuke? That is your name, right?"

He puffed at his cigarette, nodding.

The pink-haired medic standing in front of him put her hands on her hips. "First of all, smoking is prohibited here. Second of all, I need to get in the room that you're blocking the door to. The horny brat's wounds need to be cleaned."

"Why do you call him that?"

"Because it's what he is!" She rolled her eyes. "First he sneaks out yesterday afternoon and has wild sex, ripping open the stitches on his back in the process like the smart boy he is, then he somehow manages to get fucked here. In the hospital bed. I won't even start on the list of treatments he disrupted with that Herculean feat. In case you're the one having fun with him, I very strongly advise you to take a break from the bloodplay until he's better. All right?"

Sasuke stepped aside to let her in the room, and left the hospital in a daze. He didn't really want to have think about what she'd just said, but he knew he eventually would.

Naruto hissed at the bitch. "Look, lady. You've treated all the wounds I had before, okay? That's enough."

Sakura stared at him long and hard, before huffing in exasperation and flouncing out. She predictably slammed the door behind herself. Naruto grumbled something unflattering and and glared over at the light switch. He didn't want to get up.

As if someone had heard him, Sakura flounced back in, slapped a palm down on the light switch, and left again.

Much better...he thought sleepily, closing his eyes.

When his eyes opened again, the darkness was complete and the clock told him 12:34.

And he was here again.

"How do you get in here with nobody noticing you?" he asked softly, watching the tall, slender form move towards the bed.

There was no answer except the rustle of the sheets as Gaara got onto the bed. As their hands made short work of Gaara's clothing – Naruto had refused to wear that hospital gown thing anymore --, uncovering the pale, muscular tautness of the redhead's body, the silence continued, erotic in it's completeness.

Once the offending fabric was all gone, Gaara pushed Naruto down, his eyes inquiring.

Naruto nodded slightly and reached onto the bedside table, into his bundle of belongings, and slid the cold, gleaming knife into Gaara's waiting hand. The darkness danced over their bodies, pooling on Gaara's paleness and flowing over Naruto's tawny form. The metal sighed, flat against Naruto's neck.

The blonde bit his lip. Tonight... tonight was the real thing, he knew. Yesterday Gaara had been lenient, had allowed him to speak when he couldn't keep it inside anymore.

Not tonight.

His eyes closed, his mouth pressed into a trembling line. He didn't dare turn his head to muffle his whimpers, because the knife was dancing at his throat. Gaara's other hand slid into his hair, pulling his head back, baring Naruto's neck completely to the cold steel.

Ah...The knife slid, dangerous and controlled, diagonally over his tensed throat. Naruto swallowed a scream as a thin line of icy heat followed it, his whole body trembling as he tried to suppress his reaction. The knife left his throat then, and the blonde had to bite back a gasp of disappointment.

God...this is...I won't be able to...

Gaara forced him up onto all fours, the knife still dancing tantalizingly over his skin, pricking between his thighs and...skittering across his chest – sliding up his forearms – following his spine down, down...sliding between...

Naruto managed to stop the scream and transform it into a moan.

And his assumption of yesterday's leniency proved correct.

Gaara moved away from him completely, and Naruto stayed, shuddering with excitement and fear, on all fours.

He heard fabric rustle, and suddenly a wad of cloth forced itself into his mouth, Gaara beside him but not touching.

Naruto accepted the gag – his mind gasped, Oh...never...n-never before...felt this way...

The punishment was exactly that.

He heard the slithering sound of leather on cotton and nearly blacked out from the combination of panic and need that tore through him as the distinct jingle of a belt buckle reached his ears.

And then – and then --

OH GOD!

AAAAAH!

ah...AAH-- GAARAAAAAA!

more...NO – STO – more, please...MORE!

harder...h-harder...

again...DO THAT AGAIN!

ohhh...he sagged, bloody and shaking, onto the bed. He heard Gaara put the belt aside, felt him press into him...

nooo...I can't – too much – AH!

felt himself move into the thrusts as he had into the belt, instinctively --

mmh...ah...deeper...harder...oh God yes faster harder deeper YES YES YES --

...Gaara...!

-- screamed into the gag as his climax crashed over him, rewarding him, shivery pleasure hurrying through his legs arms heart. Gaara emptied himself into him with a gasp, the only sound he'd made --

-- and they were a trembling, entwined being, Gaara's strength and ice gradually recovering from his climax as Naruto clutched at him, his back a mass of pain, his own peak slowly shuddering itself out.

Naruto sighed drowsily and murmured, "Poor medic,"

The blonde's eyes were already closed and his breathing close to even, but he still caught the soft snicker.

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wow. okay...that was bloody. Was it clear?

Oh well.

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