Notes

I´m so sorry! I re-uploaded this chapter, after posting it I noticed MAJOR mistakes, this chapter wasn´t complete and had some mistakes here or there that weren´t appropiate to fully enjoy the lecture. So... here it is again!

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This chapter contains intense fantasy scenes of hard kinks/edgeplay.

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His hand remained gripped around my throat as he claimed my mouth, his body pressed up against mine, the metal straps on the harness he wore digging into my chest, and the pain made me want to cling to him harder. My hands gripped his hips, then clawed up his back, wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him against me as our tongues intertwined. His taste was mint, faint tobacco and beer. He bit my lip, laughed at my gasp, then kissed me again. It was a struggle between us for who could be rougher, who could demand more, as if we were trying to meld our bodies together. I scratched his neck, determined to break the skin, and he shuddered against me.

Suddenly he picked me up, slammed me back against the wall, and held me there as we kissed. My legs wrapped around his body, my hands stroked over his hair and knocked his vinyl hat to the ground. I grasped the hair at the nape of his neck mercilessly, hoping to feel him twitch with pain. I bit at his lip until he moaned into my mouth and I tasted iron. I licked the dripping blood, my tongue sliding over his chin and across his mouth, savoring the violent taste. He tangled one hand in my hair and pulled so hard my scalp ached, while the other hand squeezed my sore ass beneath my skirt. I felt the hardness in his jeans as he pressed against me, that delicious cock waiting for me.

We both paused - breathless. Droplets of blood welled from my scratches on his neck, a satisfying sight. His hand still gripped my hair, cruelly tight. His chest was heaving, heat radiating off his skin as he slowly lowered me back to my feet, but allowed no distance between us. He reached up and wiped at his bleeding lip with the back of his hand, looking at the red smear with a small smile.

"You made me bleed," he said.

"And you didn't make me bleed."

His eyebrows shot up. "Is that a problem?"

I shrugged, trying to seem unimpressed despite being completely out of breath and light-headed with desire. "I expected more. Hell, when you found me in here, I thought you'd make me cry."

He laughed - a dangerous sound - and shook his head, "Is that what you want, Saku?"

Yes. Instead I said. "I want to slap you."

He leaned down, his voice a whisper. "Oh do you? Why? You like seeing me in pain, hm? Go on." He turned his cheek slightly. "Slap me. I dare you. See what happens."

He didn't need to tell me twice.

The sound of my palm striking his face was so loud that I wouldn't have been surprised if they heard it outside, even over the music. I'd put my strength into it, all my horny frustration, all my confusion over how turned on I was by him - but he barely even flinched. Instead, he said softly, "Now I have to make you cry, Sakura."

We emerged from the bathroom together, breathless, my hand clasped in his. The paranoid part of me expected a crowd to be gathered outside the door, but only one irritated, half-asleep dude was there.

"Upstairs," Gaara whispered, and guided down the hall, through the crowds of laughing, drunken people. We ran up the stairs, our shoes soft on the carpeted steps. My heart was racing, giddiness keeping a wide smile on my face. At the top of the stairs he grabbed me again, kissing me viciously, hands tangling up in my hair. Every time we parted, I felt as if I was breaking the surface of a pool: I gasped for air, vision blurred, my body light.

There was a doorway at the end of the hall, a bedroom with the lights turned off. Gaara pulled a lighter from his pocket, and while I lingered near the door, he lit candles around the room, filling it with a flickering orange glow.

"Very convenient mood lighting," I said, as he walked back to me. "How lucky."

He smiled. In the candlelight, his face was cast in strange shadows and he looked even darker, and more mysterious. "I have a bit of a weakness for candles. Mrs. Uzumaki says the aromatherapy will help my anxiety."

I frowned. "Wait...is this…"

"This bedroom is mine. No one will bother us."

It took a few moments for what he'd said to fully register in my brain. I couldn't see much of the room, even with the candles lit. The bed had a headboard reminiscent of an iron bar gate, massive and dark. A giant bull's skull, painted black and adorned with flakes of gold, stared down at me from the wall.

"Wait...wait…this is..." I stuttered. "Did you say this is your room?"

"Yeah…" He looked around, as if refamiliarizing himself with the place, and shrugged. "I started living here after I turned 18."

I could hardly believe it. Gaara No Sabaku...living with the Uzumaki family? One of the wealthiest families in town?

"How? Why?" I could dimly see nik-naks lining the nearby shelves, vinyl records, shining crystals and daggers in glass display cases. Nice things, treasured things.

"Mrs. Uzumaki is a social worker," he said. He looked uncomfortable. "She was...my social worker. My mom wanted to keep custody of me, but not as much as she wanted to keep my dad around." He cleared his throat, and the discomfort became even more apparent - he looked pained. "I'd always planned to leave the day I turned 18. I wasn't about to stick around and get beat on any longer than I had to. I went to Mrs. Uzumaki for advice. But instead of advice I got a place to stay."

I didn't know what to say. What could I say? Everyone in town knew Gaara's dad was a mess, leaving when he fought with his wife and then coming back after a few months. But shit...I'd never known it was like that. I'd never bothered to ask...

"That's...that's um…" I wanted to apologize, but nothing seemed adequate. After all the shit he'd gone through in high school, he'd had to go home and deal with even more. Selfish, stuck-up kids, harassing him just because we could. It had been so wrong...so fucking cruel…

"Gaara, I… I'm so sorry…"

"I don't want to talk about it," he said firmly. I didn't blame him - I wouldn't have wanted to hash out all the demons of my past either, especially not with a person who caused some of them. "Maybe...someday. If you actually want to hear about it. Just...not now."

"I want to hear it. Someday." I gave him a smile, a true, genuine smile. I meant it: I wanted to see into him deeper, I wanted to hear him talk. I didn't know if it would make up for being an asshole to him, but maybe it was a start.

Surprise, then a soft, gentle calm came over his face. He caressed his fingers over my collarbone, up my throat, and rested them beneath my chin.

"Someday," he repeated. "You mean I'm not scaring you away?"

"Not at all," I reached up on my toes, and my kiss was chaste this time, an assurance instead of a demand. "Besides, I like being scared."

He laughed, almost in disbelief. "Oh, Saku. You ran with the wrong crowd in high school, you know that? You would've fit right in with the freaks."

I snorted, disbelieving. "Plenty of people like scary things. I just like them a little...more." I shrugged, as if this was a perfectly normal thing, and certainly not something I'd only just discovered about myself.

"Oh right, of course, so let's see: likes scary things...likes pain...gets turned on from being treated like a slave…" Gaara did some mock calculations in his head as I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, definitely sounds like a freak to me."

"Oh hush." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You said you'd make me cry, remember? You're getting distracted."

"Am I?" he chuckled. "All I'm trying to say is that I think you would fit in with my friends. Even though...you're scared of them."

A sudden noise made me jump: a creak from the back of the darkened room...a step...a breath. My body went stiff. Something was moving in the dark.

"Gaara...Gaara what…"

There was laughter, eerily familiar laughter - and then three unnaturally white faces appeared out of the dark.

"Miss us, Saku?" Sasori murmured, just as I realized I was shut in a room with three fucking clowns.

I might have screamed. I wasn't entirely sure what noise came out of me as I covered my eyes, shaking my head, determined to imagine that they weren't really there. Those awful creepy faces, those wide grins, the dark-ringed, skeletal eyes. Gaara pulled my hands down and gripped my wrists.

"Oh that's not very nice, Saku," he said sweetly. "I couldn't let them miss out on the fun. Now you can get to know them better."

I held my breath in an effort to stop whimpering. The clowns lingered in the dark, watching me, grinning at each other. My hands were shaking, heart pounding. I wrestled out of Gaara's grip and clung to his shirt, pressing my face against him so I wouldn't see them.

"Do you want to leave?" he whispered tenderly in my ear. "Or do you want to face your fear and be a good girl for me?"

I forced myself to steady my breathing. These clowns had names, and under that makeup I knew they were human, even though my brain kept insisting they were monsters. I raised my head slowly from Gaara's chest, peering back at them. Their appearance was only made worse by the darkness in the room: the flickering candle flames made their features appear to shift and change in the blink of an eye. One of them - Pein - was crouched on the ground, eyes fixated on me. Grinning. Standing behind him, Sasori was twirling something around his finger - something metallic that caught the light of the candles and flashed.

Handcuffs?

The pulsating adrenaline that had flooded through me at the sight of them began to calm. With the fading terror came a strange euphoria, pleasure wrapped in discomfort. I slowly raised my eyes to Gaara.

"I...I want to be a good girl…" I said softly. Then softer still, "You're so fucking evil, Gaara. I like that."

He grinned, and for a moment, I could have sworn he looked proud of me. He kissed my forehead and said, "Be a good angel then: crawl over to them, and offer them your mouth."

He stepped back, and without the barrier of his body between myself and the clowns, I felt as if I were looking at them down a long and narrow tunnel. I dropped to my knees and shuffled one hand in front of the other as I slowly made my way toward them, torn between not wanting to take my eyes off of them and desperately wanting to look away.

They're only human, they're only human.

They towered above me. I forced myself to raise my head and meet their dark eyes as they stared at me from the black pits they'd painted on their faces. My arms shook as I held them out in front of me, wrists together - an offering.

"You'd better lock those on me," I said tightly, staring at the handcuffs Sasori held. My fight or flight response was strong, making me twitch. Forcing myself to submit, ignoring the instinct, was filling my body with such a rush of chemicals and hormones that it felt like a drug high.

"Such a good girl." Sasori locked the cuffs around my wrists, the cold metal sending goosebumps up my arms. Once they were secured, he held up the tiny silver key in front of my face, and with a sadistic grin, rubbed it between his hands. I frowned, confused - but when he parted his hands, the key was gone. Vanished.

"You're ours now, little angel," Deidara said, circling me. I glanced back, and saw Gaara lounging on the chest at the end of his bed, leaning back, elbows propped up on his mattress.

"Don't forget your safeword," he reminded me. "Or three taps on their legs, if your mouth is...occupied." His gleaming teeth shone in the dark, and Pein grabbed hold of my face, forcing me to look back at them.

"You look even prettier like this," he said, his voice raspy as he tried to keep his volume low. He turned my face from side to side, and then I felt hands in my hair, caressing it...hands touching up my back...my neck. I felt like a helpless little doll, chained and obedient, scared but ready to be used.

Pein's converse kicked apart my knees, spreading them, and Deidara leaned around my side, blue eyes eerily close to my face. He slowly lifted my skirt, before looking around with an exaggerated expression of shock.

"What a naughty angel. Wearing no panties, hmm?"

"Getting scared turns the little angel on," said Gaara. "I have a theory that the more she screams and struggles, the wetter she'll get."

I shuddered, the frightening words having exactly the effect I'm sure he expected them to: my clit throbbed, my insides pulsing and clenching with the desire to be filled. A hand gripped around my throat, and Sasori's face came close to mine as he inhaled deeply along my hair, chuckling in my ear. His black painted lips brushed against my cheek, then down my neck, sending shivers over my skin. Deidara came around to stand before me, and Pein moved back, out of my sight. Somehow, not being able to see them was even worse than having to stare at their creepy clown faces.

Deidara unzipped the front of his black jumpsuit, baring his chest, all the way down to his thick, hard cock. Dark, bold tattoos covered him like a canvas. His ringed fingers gripped his member and slowly stroked it, and my eyes were mesmerized by the sight.

"Can I…" My voice shook, forming words almost impossible. "Can I taste...please?"

More laughter from the three of them, laughter that seemed to echo all around me in the dark. Sasori's hands framed the sides of my face and his fingers pressed along my jaw, tipping my head up and back, holding me in place.

"Open your mouth," Sasori's voice hissed in my ear. Another hand gripped my hair, and in the corner of my vision, Pein leaned down.

"Open wide," he chuckled. I obeyed, my mouth watering for a taste of that terrifying, thick phallus. Deidara entered my mouth, sliding over my tongue, slowly filling my throat as I obediently kept my mouth wide.

"Make him feel good," Gaara ordered, and I closed my lips around Deidara's cock, sucking gently, curling my tongue around his head. Deidara groaned and began to thrust into me, hitting the back of my throat. Sasori tightened his grip on my face, holding me still as Deidara used my mouth.

"Look up at him, angel," Sasori whispered, and I did my best to obey, my eyes wide as I stared up at Deidara, his teeth bared viciously as his breath began to shudder from the pleasure. Suddenly Pein released my hair and went to stand beside Deidara, unzipping his suit and pulling aside his black briefs. My eyes widened looking at him: his cock was pierced, a curved silver bar fitted through the underside of his head. I'd never seen that before - never even thought someone would do that - and I could scarcely imagine how that would feel inside my throat.

Deidara tangled his hand in my hair, fucking into me, hard enough that my eyes filled with tears. Excitement spread through me as his cock throbbed, and Sasori's hands moved from my face to scratch down my back, leaving behind stinging lines from his nails. He reached my hips, gripped into me, then squeezed my flesh until it hurt and I groaned. My noise pushed Deidara over the edge. He pressed deep into my throat, cursing as he came, filling my mouth with his seed.

"Good girl, Saku," I heard Gaara get up from the bed and approach me, his boots clicking on the floor, and a chill went up my spine as his fingers caressed the side of neck. I wasn't sure how I was certain the touch was Gaara's - I just knew. Deidara stepped back, steadying himself, and Pein wasted no time in taking his place. He was rough from the start, pressing deep and hard. The two smooth balls of his piercing pressed against my tongue, and when he reached the back of my throat I gagged, not used to the feeling of metal.

"Easy, angel," Sasori said, and his hands slid over my hips and down...down between my legs. "Pein isn't very nice, is he?"

"Pein needs to be more careful." Gaara's voice was a command, as was the grip he briefly had on Pein's arm as he circled him. Pein growled furiously, but he eased up on his pressure at the back of my throat, moving more slowly, allowing me the time to get used to his size and the curiosity of his barbell.

I tried to keep my eyes on Gaara, my lingering fear calming as he stood back to watch, a stern face in the dark. But the clowns soon claimed my attention again; Sasori's hand slipped beneath my skirt, caressing over my clit, and I nearly convulsed from the stimulation. I whimpered, dutifully flicking my tongue over Pein's head, savoring the taste of flesh and metal. Sasori's fingers slid lower - and pressed inside me.

"Oh, so wet, little angel," he murmured. He pumped his fingers into me, and when he withdrew them they were slick with my arousal. He watched the glistening strings spread between his fingers as he scissored them before he licked them clean. Then he was touching me again, rubbing my clit at a slow, firm pace, until my folded legs began to shake.

"Make him cum, Saku," Gaara said, slipping out of my sight again, circling the scene. Eager to obey, I bobbed my head to take Pein deeper, forcing myself to accept the press of the barbell against the back of my throat. Pein's body grew tense, his movements harsh, my renewed enthusiasm making him moan.

"Such a good little whore," he growled. His palm made contact with my face, a gentle sting, and I smiled as eagerly as I could with my mouth so full. He slapped me again, slapped me harder, his strength still curbed to make sure I didn't accidentally get him with my teeth. Sasori's stimulation over my clit had me shaking, my muscles tensing, bringing me to the edge of orgasm.

"She's not allowed to cum," Gaara ordered, and Sasori slowed his touches until it was nothing more than a tease, and I nearly screamed in frustration. I would have screamed - if Pein hadn't suddenly sucked in his breath, shaking as he came, filling my mouth.

I swallowed him down, gasping, my head light as I finally had a moment to breath normally. Every nerve in my body felt as if it were on fire, sensitive to the slightest touch, and the high of my flooding hormones made everything feel surreal. My whole world was that dark room, those three laughing clowns, the taste of their sex in my mouth...and Gaara, watching over it all like a demonic god.

I pulled on my cuffs for a brief moment, just to feel the metal dig into my skin, brutally unbreakable. Sasori was the only one who remained now to be pleased, and slowly, he withdrew his fingers from me and brought them to my lips.

"Be a good girl," he urged, and I sucked his fingers obediently, savoring my own taste, salty and smooth. I sucked on his fingers like I wanted to suck his dick, and he chuckled as I did it. "Well shit. How can I resist that?"

I looked up at him with a dazed smile as he stood and leaned over me. The others watched, wordless, the sound of their panting breath harsh. There were footsteps behind me, and Gaara gently kissed the top of my head.

"Am I doing good?" I said, my words stumbling and slow as I looked back him. He smiled at me, and my heart seemed to swell. There were so many small details I noticed about him now, even in the dim light - how his ears were pierced but he wasn't wearing earrings, that there was a crookedness to his nose as if it had broken before, that there were tiny scars around his lips and cheekbones. He was handsome...almost pretty. His eyes were deep-set and of an intense aquamarine colour but his features were soft, hardened only by the tension in his jaw.

"Very good, angel. So good that I have a little surprise for you."

Excitement bloomed in me. Then there was a click, and something glinted in the firelight. Something metallic, gripped in Gaara's hand.

"You asked about this earlier," he said, turning the knife in his hand so that every movement caught the light and glowed like the sun. "You asked if I still carried it. I do. It's the same one, the one I scared your ex off with. It goes everywhere with me, and it's always kept sharp."

My breath felt cold in my chest as I watched the knife. The thrill of that danger, so close, made me want to both laugh and cry. The candle flames were reflected back in Gaara's eyes, a burning hellfire in his gaze. I realized he'd taken out his white contact, but I found him no less intimidating. I couldn't look away, even as my heart started up a drum's beat against my ribcage.

"This is a butterfly knife." There was another click, a flash, and the blade disappeared - folded back into the curved handle grasped in his hand. Then just as quickly - click, flash - it was out again, spun through his fingers like magic. "They take a lot of practice to handle correctly...and a lot of cut fingers."

The sight of the blade was mesmerizing. I felt hypnotized, unable to look away, as if I were gazing at a holy relic. His tone sobering, Gaara lightly touched my face, drawing my attention back to his eyes.

"Do you want to play, angel?" he asked softly, and gave the knife a little shake. "With this?"

For a moment, I forgot to breath. I nodded eagerly. "Yes...yes please…"

"Do you trust me?" The knife flashed. My heart pounded.

"Yes," I gulped. "I trust you, Master."

The blade came closer...it kissed against my cheek and I gasped at the cold touch. It traced down, light against my skin, to nestle against the soft, tender flush just under my ear."

"I won't hurt you, angel," he said. "I only want to remind you who's in charge. I only want to remind you to keep being such a good girl. So when Sasori's finished, you can finally earn your reward. Understand?"

"Yes," I answered quickly, resisting the urge to nod in my enthusiasm. That knife should have terrified me, it should have made me scream. But I hadn't lied: I trusted Gaara, I trusted him not to hurt me - not in ways I wouldn't like.

I'd never thought I could experience so much pleasure just from words, so much ecstasy from fear. I looked up at Sasori, the knife pressed against my throat, and whimpered softly. "Please...please use me..."

Sasori entered my mouth, moving slowly, sliding his length teasingly over my tongue. When I looked up at him, and saw that clown face smiling back, I felt terror twist my gut. But the fear only increased my pleasure, and made my insides tighten with desire. Gaara stood behind me, holding the knife tenderly against my skin as Sasori thrust into me.

"You're doing so well, angel, I'm so proud." He spoke gently, his voice soothing. "You look so pretty with your mouth filled up with a cock."

His words made me squirm excitedly. Pleasing him felt so good, knowing that he was enjoying what he saw. I had to keep almost entirely still - I didn't want to risk a cut by moving too suddenly. Instead I did my best to stroke Sasori's cock with my tongue as he moved in and out of my throat.

Sasori changed his pace as he wished, using my mouth like a toy, gripping my hair to steady himself. He pressed himself, deep and slow, into the back of my throat, moaning as I squeezed around him. He began to move faster, harder, gripping me tighter. Gaara's lips brushed against my neck, sending chills up my spine. He left feather-soft kisses beside the blade, praising me for my endurance, my obedience.

I moaned and Sasori gasped, his breath hitching as his movements became rougher. When he spilled in my mouth, he pressed himself deep - I nearly choked as he pumped into my throat. But when he pulled back, I still managed to swallow it all, and smiled victoriously.

"Thank you," I whispered. My chin was wet with saliva - it had even dripped down to my breasts and onto my bra. The knife left my throat and Gaara pulled my head back, a wide smile on his face as he kissed me. His mouth utterly consumed me, his tongue caressing around my own. He pulled me up higher onto my knees, and when our mouths parted, he trailed kisses across my cheek and down my throat, biting gently at my tender skin before planting a final kiss on my collar bone and pulling away.

"We need our privacy now, boys," he said. "Leave us."

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