puh...end, you stupid, wonderful fic!
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Whore Street
"You're twenty-three now, aren't you?"
Gaara's hand traced one of his fresh cuts in confirmation.
"I have a present for you."
No response.
"Huh... well, then not."
The hand pressed down hard, pulling a moan from the blonde.
"...all right, all right...I'll get it...just – ah..."
Gaara moved away, and Naruto stood, groaning softly in pleasure at the sting between his legs, the burn of his sliced-open skin. The weather had gotten even colder, but no more snow fell. Instead, bone-dry, crystal-clear cold rattled through the days, freezing spidery flowers of ice onto the windows during the night.
The aquamarine light of very early morning sighed around the bedroom, the shadows inky black. Naruto shivered a bit, instantly missing the warmth of Gaara's thick comforter. He moved to where his bag leaned against the closet, rummaging around until he found what he was looking for. He returned to the bed, burrowing into the comforter with a little sigh before turning to face Gaara.
"As soon as I saw it, I thought it was perfect." Naruto whispered, smiling. The redhead's teal orbs, still lust-darkened, waited expectantly. His smooth, pale shoulders tensed and shifted in the light, darkness moving with the flow of his muscles.
Naruto sat up and handed him the object. "I didn't wrap it. It would have ruined the effect."
Gaara's eyes traveled over the leather, the intricately etched designs and the slight curve. He slid the blade out of the sheath, his eyes flashing at the icy, promise-whispering gleam of the steel. Dropping the sheath, he brought the knife to rest on Naruto's chest, testing it on the tawny golden skin. The metal slipped through the taut flesh like butter, tearing a strangled whimper from the blonde.
Gaara pulled the blade away, licking the blood off before slipping it back in its sheath. He leaned down and bit at the cut, his filed teeth forcing more blood to the surface as his hands came to rest on either side of Naruto's head. The blonde moaned again, but they had just climaxed after a long night of games, and Gaara felt no need to take the waif again.
He latched onto Naruto's earlobe one last time before shifting his body away so that they were no longer touching. Naruto sighed in tired satisfaction and rested his head near the redhead's hip. "I'm glad you liked it, Gaara."
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Naruto awoke earlier than usual, and slipped out of bed and into one of Gaara's sweatshirts. The garment was too long for him, and baggy enough to slip down on one shoulder, but it was warm. He moved into the kitchen, where the bluish-pink of dawn glowed softly on the cold tiles. Putting water on to boil, he fixed tea for himself and laced it with a healthy shot of rum.
He curled up on the couch with his mug, sipping carefully, reveling in the burning warmth that spread through him.
It had been four months since he had been pinned against a Force car and drowned in green – three months since he had first spent the night here. Two months since he'd begun spending his nights here after work. He still stayed at the Konoha during the day, but after the business died down he caught the bus here.
Some of his questions had been answered – not by Gaara, but by logical thinking and asking the right things. Gaara did odd jobs, not consistent enough to stay in one spot for long. He always managed to somehow save himself from getting broke – Naruto suspected that he used a few of the Sandman's methods whenever it looked dire moneywise -- and with Naruto's job paying for food and such, they were pretty comfortable.
The Sandman didn't care about Naruto's whoring – as long as he cleaned up after work. Naruto made sure to scrub every possible trace of his customers off of himself at the Arcade before he came here. The one time he hadn't...
He shuddered. Not even the bliss that he usually felt while being hurt by Gaara had been able to dull that pain.
The Konoha crew was as usual, with a few couples. Lee had a tall, milky-eyed boy trailing around behind him every time he wasn't working, and Kakashi and Iruka were getting impossibly mushy. Even Shino and Kiba had begun to... cuddle. Sasuke was a teme – no surprises there --, Ino and Tenten giggled a lot, Shikamaru lay around staring.
Yeah, life was good.
Naruto felt Gaara's heavy gaze between his shoulder blades, and felt his heartbeat quicken. He prudently put the mug of tea aside – just in time, too.
The redhead pulled him to his feet, pushing the sweatshirt up and off of his thin frame. The other kid's pale body was naked but for boxers, and his hands were cold on Naruto's clothes-warmed skin. The right was empty and soon found its way to the blonde's hip, holding him still, but the other was loosely curled around the new knife.
God, the things Gaara could do with a knife --
"Oh...G-gaara --"
-- the blade weaved a cold, dangerous pattern down Naruto's neck, coming to rest at a cold-hardened nipple. Gaara held the blonde in place with his free hand as he pressed down on the nub of flesh, the blade freeing a pinprick of blood.
"Gaara --"
A line down his abdomen, following the line of golden hair, blood welling up effortlessly beneath the razor-sharp knife, heat and pain and cold and pleasure shooting through Naruto's body, knotting in the small of his back to a pool of fiery need – an arc on his shoulder, sweet agony coiling like a tense snake – a slash just above the swell of his buttocks, tearing his skin hotly and pouring bliss through him -- sharp teeth leaving bloody imprints around his nipple as a hot tongue licked up the blood --
"God... Gaara-- more... yes--"
Gaara forced Naruto to the floor, his upper body supported by the couch and his knees spread on the carpet -- the blade slid down, down and further down, dancing teasingly on his thighs, scraping the ai lightly --
"Aaah..."
And then the metal was gone, for a second, the time it took Gaara to slide out of his last garment, but it was long enough to pull a moan of loss from Naruto's mouth. A second moan trembled out of him as Gaara returned, pressing hard against him and the knife cutting a line over his thigh.
God, he loved this... this was so...so perfect..."Mhmm...please..."
And then --
"YES!"
He tore inside and burned and needed, trying to press back but the hand on his hip wouldn't let him --
-- the knife dipped and danced over his back--
"Please...oh God... deeper – I can't – I can't...more--"
Gaara pounded into him, the knife barely moving anymore as he fastened his teeth on Naruto's shoulder, biting down hard... he was so deep and painful and hard inside him, and when his thrusts hit --
-- THAT --
" GOD – Gaara..." They were the same thing – Gaara was his God and his God was Gaara --
Over and over again, heat racing through him with each slam of their hips, each incredibly violent and so perfect thrust --
More and more --
"Deeper..."
"HARDER..."
"MORE--"
The knife plunged into the couch, missing Naruto's neck by mere millimeters --
Gaara was losing control --
Both hands gripped his hips now, angling him for harder – deeper – faster --
Naruto could hear himself shrieking with pleasure/pain/need...
... "Oh my god... Gaara --"
Then – then –
"Aaaaaah --"
It shuddered through him, his body electrified with his release...
Gaara tore into him so hard that he felt his blood slide down his thigh, quick and warm from the rip inside him...
"Naruto – so ... g-god ...!"
Naruto froze. He felt the hot wash of Gaara's climax within him, felt his body finally calm down just as the Sandman half-collapsed over him, trembling.
He had – he had snarled his name.
They were silent, and once their speeding respiration had gone back to normal Gaara slid out of him and left the room. Naruto slowly got to his feet and dressed in the Sandman's sweatshirt.
Gaara didn't speak. He didn't make any noise, beside the gasps of his climax and a the cold growls of his anger.
There had been two times – once he had spoken, once he had lost control.
But to say his name.
Naruto drained the rest of his now-cold tea. The rum steadied him. It had just been the climax. After all, Naruto sure as hell screamed things he never would tell otherwise when he came.
He returned to the kitchen and washed the mug before going to the bathroom to clean up. Gaara was already there, throwing a used tissue away. Naruto wiped himself off and dabbed some alcohol on his cuts, feeling Gaara's eyes on him the whole time.
Once he had finished, the blonde looked up and asked, "Do you want something to eat?"
Gaara didn't respond.
Naruto took that as a negative. "Can I stay a bit longer, or do you have to go to work?"
Gaara still didn't respond. His eyes were greener than Naruto had ever seen them before.
Naruto bit his lip. "Y-you said my name."
At that, Gaara pushed past him and out of the bathroom. Naruto closed his eyes. Somehow, that reaction hurt him.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when, somewhere in the corridor, the icy voice murmured, amusement lacing it, "You should start getting used to it."
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heh. Okaaaaaaaay. This is either the end or I write an epilogue with a bit of LeeNeji, Shino and Kiba's date, and something GaaNaru.
You'll have to tell me what you want though!
