Authoress: Lady Dusk -Raku-
Title: Unquenchable
Warning/Note: Hmm, not much to say, 'cept be sure to read till the end. You leave midway, you leave confused. Oh yeah, and uh, I suggest listening to the Saw theme 'Hello Zepp' while reading this…just to be dramatic and stupid.
Summary: It was a thirst he couldn't quench. No matter how much he fulfilled the craving, it haunted him. The taste never lingered long enough…
Disclaimer: I, LDR, hereby disclaim owning this anime…what a cruel world…
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Unquenchable
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He had an insatiable lust for it, and it summoned him with the sultry ambiance of a lover. A curse to bear this craving was, he couldn't control it at all. Pale fingers skimmed over the bare flesh that lay open to him, he was free to delve as deeply as he liked. His brother stirred ever so slightly, but remained immobile. That was fine, he wouldn't be awake to make a fuss, and Temari wouldn't be alerted.
It was Kankurou's own fault; he had met this fate because he doubted the lengths Gaara would seek to satiate his hunger, to taste the forbidden. His fingers stilled, and there was a morbid moment of hesitation before he forced them downward, exerting enough pressure to break the flesh and reach the warmth inside. Kankurou jerked in unconsciousness, faintly groaning in pain.
Crimson welled up from the wound, coating his hand with the warm substance. Feeling his prize he clutched the mass, before violently ripping it out. It's coating ran down his arm like sap, dark…red…with a scent so tantalizing. Gaara stared for one awestruck moment, lost in the frantic pace his heart beat in sheer anticipation. This was the core of his desires. He practically shoved his hand into his mouth, the delicious taste overwhelming as he chewed bits and pieces, tender and moist, and most of all, still warm even after the flesh had cooled considerably. He shivered in delight, soaking the pleasure all in.
A door in the house opened and shut. So lost was he in the joy of his feeding, he did not notice Temari enter the room until the lights flickered on and her shocked gasp reached his ears, breaking him from the trance. He looked up to see her eyes travel from the disarray of the kitchen, Gaara's handiwork that was her brother's mess of body, to the culprit's face.
Aqua met teal. His face was passive, excluding the remaining crazed look in his eyes. Temari stared in horror, the silence stretching, before the shock wore off and was replaced with a look of annoyance. One hand on her hip, she sighed, the other hand pinching the bridge of her nose as she took in the scene before her.
Gaara, kneeling on the floor. A half empty pan of cherry pie sitting (for some strange reason) on Kankurou's chest; who just happened to be waking up as of now. Knocked out by Gaara after his attempt at sneaking the treat into the house, no doubt. Not to mention cherries and syrup everywhere. They all had some weird addiction to cherries, but this was going a tad too far.
"For goodness sake you two! This is the fifth time this month!"
Giving the elder brother a swift kick in the side to wake him up properly ("OW, damnit!"), and grasping her youngest by the wrist so she could wash his hands, Temari decided. Tomorrow, she was taking them all to counseling. This family really was insane.
-Owari-
-promptly bursts out laughing- I know…I know…
I think what's funniest about these fics is when you think about them or read them for the second time and know in every detail and metaphor what's really going on rather than what's suggested. I do more than just humor fics, really but I can't help it…and I wrote this at church. lmao
Oh well, I'm off! Read and Review if you dare! -scampers off-