Yesyesyesyes, Gaa-chan WILL show up now.

I will force him to.°cackles°

Love you guys!

Randomness: Korpiklaani, "Happy Little Boozer."

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Whore Street

He was in the gap between the buildings again, just back from Slum. He sat with his back against the wall, his legs bent at the knee. He stared up into the snow, his cold fingers caressing the knife.

He wouldn't work tonight.

Naruto sighed and closed his eyes. God. So fucking hard, this love shit.

Ai.

Yeah right. As if. He'd have long been back if --

His appearance was completely unspectacular.

Naruto heard the snow crunch, opened his eyes...

He stood, leaning against the opposite wall. His hands were in his pockets and his eyes glowed.

For a moment, there was silence. Then --

"Oh God..." Naruto felt a tear run down his cheek. "Where were you?"

Gaara didn't answer, and Naruto got up shakily, slipping the knife into his pocket. He walked up to the Sandman and crushed his lips to those thin, pale ones, because in all his reliving of the memories--

--he'd realized that there had been no kiss.

When Gaara pushed him away roughly, Naruto bit his lip and looked down at the layer of snow. "Can't you give me at least that? So that I can get over you?" he whispered painfully.

A hand gripped his chin and forced his face up. The teal eyes narrowed, drowning Naruto as they had the first time he'd seen them. Gaara...

Suddenly he was up against the wall, and a tongue was forcing its way into his mouth as one hand slid behind his head and the other retrieved the knife from his pocket. The metal slid icy across his cheek.

Oh God --

Much too quickly, it was over, and Naruto sagged, panting, against the wall. Gaara stared down at him, the knife now tracing the blonde's lips.

"What do you want? I can't take this, Gaara! I nearly fucking died because I didn't have you! Why can't you just... set me free?"

The redhead barely shook his head.

"What? Tell me! I'm not a mind reader!" Naruto's pain, all the need of the last weeks...it crashed over him and he screamed it into Gaara's face, venting his agony by ineffectually pounding on the redhead's chest. "Did you hear me? I can't take this!"

Gaara didn't react, his impassive face watching without any reply as Naruto fell to a kneel in front of him, sobbing softly.

"Fuck, Gaara – you own me." It was a low, agonized moan.

There was silence for a long, cold while. The snowflakes sifted down to form a new pristine layer of white dust. Then the redhead pulled Naruto up to his feet with his free hand, and walked off into the alley, the knife still gleaming in his hand. He stopped after a few yards and cast Naruto an almost impatient glare. The blonde got the message and quickly followed the Sandman into the gloom.

His mind couldn't even hope to keep up with all the shortcuts and little alleys and park paths they took. His only orientation was Gaara's back, a swatch of light material in the snow-sprinkled blackness. They were silent, Naruto not being able to truly believe this whole situation yet and Gaara...well, Gaara being Gaara.

Naruto vaguely noted the outlines of tall apartment blocks looming against the star-constellated sky, half-obscured by the snow, and suddenly they were directly in front of one, Gaara slipping a key into the lock and leading Naruto up the hushed, bluish-dark stairwell.

Naruto rubbed his hands together, trying to get the cold out of them. He huffed out a small laugh. "Gaara... I do believe you live in a family-block."

Family-blocks were apartment blocks built by the State or the City for young families. They were never luxurious, but they were cheap and an easy way to get out from under the parents' and in-laws' scrutiny. They stabbed up in the City skyline, great forests of tall rectangular buildings.

The redhead favored him with his almost-grin in the blue gloom, and Naruto felt --

-- healthy and happy again, his mind sighed in relief.

They climbed for a while – the City saved on elevators; thank God Gaara didn't live on the top floor, even if it felt like it to Naruto's lungs – until Gaara opened a second door, slipping inside. Naruto followed, unsure of what to expect.

The apartment was a typical family-block design; a short corridor, entrance at the beginning and bathroom at the end, kitchen and living room on the right, bedroom and storage closet on the left. Naruto slipped his soaked shoes off before stepping onto the carpet. Gaara had disappeared somewhere, and the shifting darkness made it hard to see much.

Naruto walked farther into the corridor. "Gaa – ah!"

Those sharp teeth bit down on his neck, the tongue quickly lapping the blood as Gaara maneuvered Naruto into what the blonde guessed was the bedroom. The younger kid's clothes fell on the way, and by the time the redhead pushed him down on the futon he was wearing only his jeans, the buttons undone. Gaara leaned over him, the knife appearing from...somewhere, Naruto didn't want to puzzle it out now... and skipping over Naruto's ribs.

The blonde arched into it, gasping. He spread his legs, wanting to press against the redhead, but Gaara's free hand gripped his hip, telling him to stay still. The wonderful, beautiful teal enveloped him, their eyes locking as Gaara began...

... oh God...

...the knife cut fiery trails of pleasure into the skin below his ribs --

-- another symbol?

Naruto didn't care, as long as the delicious pain continued forever. He whimpered plaintively, needing ...

"Pl-please... cut me... dee-deeper..."

The metal obliged, diving into his skin --

"God! Gaara –"

Gaara's other hand slowly urged him out of his jeans, the knife going back to its tantalizing dance over his skin without cutting him. Naruto raised his hands to unbuckle the belt --

-- oh God yes the belt --

-- and undo the pants. Gaara's eyes challenged him, commanded him, and Naruto shifted into a kneeling position as the redhead pulled off his T-shirt. The taller kid showed only the slightest flicker of a reaction, only the darkening eyes and a flexing of his body betraying his pleasure as Naruto filled his mouth with his silk-skinned hardness.

They moved in a violent silence, Gaara forcing himself past Naruto's gag reflex, a hand tangled tight in the blonde hair while the knife caressed the spine that the bowed head revealed to him, offered to him. Scars laced the tawny skin, and the redhead knew which ones were of his making... it gave him even more pleasure to see them, his mark of ownership over this wild yet helpless waif.

Naruto closed his eyes in bliss, a soft moan reverberating deep in his throat and shuddering over Gaara's length. The redhead's hand tightened in his hair, and the knife slipped and nicked the golden skin. Naruto moaned again at that, his mind overwhelmed by all of the sensations – Gaara's hard, unyielding shaft under his tongue, Gaara's bitter, salty essence, Gaara's knife, Gaara's dominance, lacing the air around them with danger.

Gaara tugged at his hair, and Naruto understood, letting the redhead slide out of his mouth with a soft mewl of loss. The pale, muscular body moved in the darkness, reappearing behind Naruto's kneeling figure. The knife teased his spine again, sliding down...

...mmmh...

"G-gaara..."

The free hand slid around Naruto, spreading his knees as far as they would go even as the knife pressed into the small of his back, urging him to open himself by arching.

Naruto complied with a moan, his breathing deteriorated into sobs of pleasure. His arms fell forward onto the futon to support himself as he spread himself to the knife, to Gaara, to Gaara and the knife --

-- OH GOD! --

"Gaara! GAA --"

The metal continued teasing his entrance, the point of the blade sliding over the tight muscle --

...so...so GOOD...

--before dancing back up to Naruto's back. The blonde whimpered in disappointment. Pleasure raced through his veins, his body needing --

-- finally, finally Gaara moved close, and Naruto could feel him pressing against him.

"Please...Gaara...!"

Then he was inside him, fully – Naruto felt something tear, felt the burning discomfort as he was stretched...

-- ohmygod --

Thrusting, pounding – Gaara's teeth on his lips, the knife carving a meandering line up his side --

-- YES --

"Oh my fucking... YES! Harder, please...please...PLEASE!"

-- heat twisting inside him --

"M-more..."

Gaara was – Gaara was panting. Naruto moaned loudly at the sound. That he could do that to the redhead...

...hard hard hard rough tearing him YES blood down his thigh OH GOD harder HARDER deeper all the way completely his GAARA --

"GAARAAAA!"

Bliss-- coursing through him, drawing back and returning...Naruto rested on his elbows, panting. He whimpered as Gaara pounded into him --

-- aaah...

... yes --

-- and climaxed with a choked gasp. The blonde closed his eyes, shivering at the wash of warmth inside him.

They moved slowly, languorously from their positions, Gaara sliding out of him. The snow swirled outside the window, and shadows flowed around them as they fell asleep, Gaara's handpressing onthe kanji.

Ai.

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heh.

I GOT GAARA BACK! And there was even a paragraph of his POV! Can you find it?

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