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In any case, here's chapter 2. And he's where the sexiness starts. If you don't like lemon, well, sux2bu.

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I thought that the initial journey to Sound would be the time to clear my head, but obviously not. The usually easy task of taking through the trees at speed had actually become difficult. I lost count of the number of times I had slipped or Gaara had to stop me from landing face first in a tree stump. I really was not with it today...

How the fuck could anyone expect me to?

I was on a mission to find my missing team mate, my first love and I was doing it with the guy who had tried to steal my first kiss!

The kiss-stealer himself had barely said a word to me since we joined each others' company, come to think of it. Not even that light stuff like "how's the weather?" or "I haven't seen you in a while!"

Nothing. I was kind of beginning to believe that he hated me for leaving him like that. I mean, I would hate me. Being rejected is bad enough but to have someone actually run away, well, unimaginable. These thoughts led me to wonder though; should I still be so curious about something that I had wanted to part in from the beginning?

I was pretty glad when we had arrived at the inn where we would be making a stop for the night. To my misfortune, the common practice on split sex missions was to share a room. That way, we would look more like a couple of tourists - or just a couple - than traveling ninja. That meant a whole night with the stoic Kazekage for company.

The atmosphere was surprisingly calm when we were actually sitting in our room, it seemed. Gaara had taken off his heavy cloaks and lazed on his bed with his eyes closed. I saw his chest rising and falling steadily with his breathing, his eyes flickering under the lids every now and then to indicate he wasn't sleeping. For the first time since we were younger, I actually took notice of his body. It was broader, a lot broader and it was then that it came to my attention that Gaara actually used to be shorter than me. Now, I had to strain my neck just to look him in the eye. His red, tousled hair was longer now, scraping against where his shoulders met at the back. It looked so soft, fluffy. His skin? Flawless. Not a blemish in sight... and...

I had to rip my eyes away from him; I was at risk of actually scaring myself. Why was I looking at him so closely? There was no infatuation, no, definitely not! It was just because I hadn't seen him in so long, that's all! Yes.

I started rummaging around in order to distract myself. First, I used my chakra to heal the silly wounds that I had picked up in my absentmindedness on the journey. I then laid out all of the supplies for the mission; the medicines, bandages... handcuffs... and my newly acquired 'disguise' from the Hokage herself. There wasn't really much of it, a corset and a pair of suspenders to clip on to my frilly underwear. I tutted in disgust as I threw the flimsy garments back into my pack.

"Scared?"

I span around as I jumped, the deep timbre of Gaara's voice coursing through me. His eyes were open now, his body shifted on his bed so its location was closer to me. It was like he was actually trying to be social!

"O-of what?" I asked stupidly as I sat on my own bed, facing him.

"Tomorrow, of course."

I took a long sigh as I relaxed more on my bed. The atmosphere had turned to that of our old chats, and for that I was, well, ecstatic.

"I guess so. More ashamed, actually. I mean, look."

I held up the see-through underwear to him and used both of my index fingers to stretch the material. His mouth twitched in his amusement as he shook his head at my antics.

"Well I will make sure you're safe, you know that," he stated in a firm tone, his gaze so penetrative to punctuate those protective words.

"But aren't there some things you can't protect me from?"
Like having a pervert grope me?

He nodded at this, his expression grave. He laid back on his bed, his eyes closed again.

I gulped as the strain of tomorrow was finally getting to me. Anything could happen; I could even come back to the village lacking my own innocence. But if that's what it took, it had to be done.

I lay back on my own bed after clearing it, wrapping myself up in the blankets as tightly as I could manage. I couldn't stop my mind from lingering to the events that would take place tomorrow but the fact that I would be encountering Sasuke really had not sunk in yet. My brain had absorbed this information, but my heart certainly hadn't. My body felt light as air whenever I would think about it. But it definitely niggled. As I felt myself finally drifting off to sleep, I could have sworn I heard a faint "good night."

I woke up in the morning to a warm hand on my shoulder gently shaking me. I swatted it off, pulling the covers over my head. I heard a low chuckle grind out of the owner of the hand and also the dip of the edge of my bed as they decided to take a seat.

"Sakura, we need to leave to get to Sound in time," Gaara told me, his voice calm and coaxing as if he were talking to his child.

"Fuck Sound, I wanna shleep," I slurred as I tried to inch away from him. In my mind, I had forgot that today was that important day, do or die, now or never.

"Sakura. We need to leave. Now."

He began to shake me until I relented and sat up in bed. "Change and then leave," he said, studying my sleepy face as he did so. He left the room promptly and barely managed to dodge the pillow I lobbed at his head. Sakura and mornings? Well, let's not go there.

I quickly apologised for that after I had washed and dressed though and there we were, running at some speed through the forest again in utter silence. Fucking great.

I looked over to the young Kazekage running in line with me and I couldn't help but notice how fluid his movements were, how focused his face when traveling. His eyes looked straight ahead as he ran with ease whilst his jaw was squared, his lips slightly parted - the same lips he had tried to kiss me with. I was beginning to wonder why my mind kept trailing back to the kiss; what would have happened if I had stayed? Why did he try to kiss me? Did he like me? I mean - like - me. All of these questions floated through my head as my eyes couldn't move away from those slightly red lips.

I guess you can't know something if you don't ask though, right?

I opened my mouth with an intake of breath in order to ask the question but the words became caught in my throat. Gaara looked over at me at hearing this noise and the only reply I could give him was a shy smile. Shit. I had no idea how to ask him. It wasn't exactly something said so casually either. "Hey, Kazekage, why'd ya kiss me?" How am I meant to say something like that to him at a time like this? I would definitely do it... just not now.

All too quickly, we arrived in Sound.

I felt disgusting. I felt revealed. Most of all, I felt cold. In this outfit that left little, no, nothing to the imagination, I stood at the back of the bar where the infiltration would occur. I made the finishing touches on Gaara's eye make up before we went in; it would be obvious who he was should we have left the black markings around them. I straightened out my corset, trying to reveal the least amount of cleavage possible whilst wearing it - still a lot saying that. I ruffled my hair in order to add more volume, rubbed together my rouged lips in order to spread the colour more. This was it. I was truly a fucking slut now. Gaara took my hand in his, lacing his fingers through mine as he pulled his disguise's hat further over his face. I stopped to use my free hand to straighten out his sleek black suit before heaving a big sigh. Here we go...

Gaara squeezed my hand as he walked out of the alley and then went into escort mode... he was basically acting as my pimp. He slung an arm around my waist, his hand resting on the bones of my pelvis. I swallowed as goosebumps erupted all over my body and inside I felt like screaming. On the outside, my red lips were stretched into a seductive smile as my fake eyelashes fluttered up at the Kazekage. My arm curled around him in a similar fashion to his arm around me, my hand making its way up the back of his blazer in a cheeky manner. With my free hand, I quickly checked for the senbon I had concealed in the lining of my stockings. With one final breath, I began to walk forward but Gaara stopped me. With a chaste kiss to my forehead and a squeeze to my hip, I knew what he was trying to get across in front of all these people; he was here, and it would be okay.

As we came to the doors, we stopped in front of the bouncers who looked us up and down. I was thoroughly annoyed to notice their eyes linger more on me. I smiled up at them, my eyes half lidded as my teeth closed down on my bottom lip seductively.

"You're a new face around here, babe. Ain't seen you before," one of them said to me with a disgusting grin playing his thin lips. His eyes were slightly clouded with curiosity and lust at the barely clothed woman - me - in front of him. I let out a slow giggle, my voice not even sounding like mine. It was too deep, too playful.

"Well, I guess you ain't seen nothin' yet, hon'," I purred out with a wink, never breaking eye contact with him. He winked back before allowing us to go in. As I entered, I felt a slap on my exposed bottom.

"I'll be in there for you later, sexy," I heard him growl into my ear. On the outside, I giggled and walked in with my hips swaying in a lewd fashion. On the inside, I wanted to vomit.

From inside the club came the distinct odour of sweat, cigarettes and cum. Not a nice mix. I resisted the urge to crinkle my nose as I walked in and I couldn't help but notice that Gaara's thumb was hooked inside the waistband of my panties. For effect, I guess...

We sat at the bar and ordered our drinks. I sat myself in Gaara's lap and leaned against him so that we could talk. To anyone else, it would have looked like we were whispering sordid words to each other. For us, it was the only way we could discuss the mission; step one was to find Suigetsu.

Not being able to see him immediately, I approached the bar and leaned over it, letting my cleavage be fully revealed to the bartender; and my bottom to anyone who was to stand behind me.

"Don't know if you can help me, babe," I addressed him in that purring voice that wasn't mine, "but I'm looking for Suigetsu. We have some unfinished business, if ya know what I mean..."
My lips formed a slight pout as I looked up at him through my eyelashes.

"Over in one of the booths," was all the poor man managed to get out.

Persuading Suigetsu to come to a private room with me didn't actually take that much persuasion. A flash of the cleavage, a kiss on the cheek, and he was mine.

The room in which we were in was anything but dignified. The walls were covered in red and black curtains, the floor under my feet lined in red velvet. The light of the chandelier emitted a dim glow that barely illuminated the room, and the only furniture that I could see was a dresser - with an array of condoms upon it - as well as a bed and bin - for the condoms?

Suigetsu sat on the bed, looking at me as I clung to Gaara. He looked at Gaara with a casual stare, his fang protruding over his lips.

"This one yours then?" he asked casually, cocking his head towards me. Gaara nodded at me with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes as he slapped my ass with his large hand. I squealed from the shock but managed to turn it into a playful one thankfully. I felt Gaara's hand raise up to the small of my back, which he rubbed gently.

I swallowed.

This was it. This was what I had been oh so worried about.

I took a stride forward, two strides, three, letting my hips sway in a pleasant way. I straddled his lap as I tried to disconnect from my body and become Sakura the Prostitute. I lay my covered sex against his crotch as I placed my arms around his neck, tilting my head gently as I looked into his eyes. I would have to be careful here as Suigetsu, from what the little information I had on him indicated, was a ninja and could probably easily read body language. I needed to make it as genuine as possible.

I brought my head to his ear, where I whispered gently into it.

"Su-i-get-suuu... I need your help with something. I'll make it worth your while, promise..."

I punctuated my sentence with a nibble of his earlobe. He placed his hands at my ass as he moaned at my ministrations, tucking his face into the crook of my neck to nibble there. I feigned a moan as I moved back to look him in the face.

"And what's that, babe?" he ground out as his hips twitched, his prominent hard-on almost bursting out of his trousers. I ground my hips down against it with a grin as he growled out in pleasure and placed my hand at his chest, caressing it.

"You know someone that I owe... my services to... I really need to find him..." I even pouted for added effect. I pushed him down to laying position on the bed and looked down at him with a pleading look on my face. "Do you happen to know Sasuke-kun?"

Suigetsu was too lost in pleasure to question my motives as his hips bucked up against my warmth with his round eyes lidded from his building lust.

"I'll consider helping you if you get your tits out right now babe," he growled at me, his fingers reaching up to my corset as he tried to rip it down. I held it in place.

"First, tell me if you know him!" I giggled, trying to act embarrassed. It seemed to work. He licked his way down my collar bones, over the breast that was already exposed and down to the gap between my peaks.

"Yeah, I know him. He's here tonight actually."

He giggled as I allowed him to pull down my corset and envelope his lips around my nipples. I was too lost in thought to really notice though; I was in the same building as Sasuke right now!

Suigetsu continued his ministrations to my breasts, hungrily sucking and licking, squeezing at them to the point where it hurt. I pushed him gently back into laying position, keeping my breasts out as I moved down his body until my face was level with his crotch. In all honesty, I had a lump in my throat where I just wanted to burst into tears and my stomach was tying itself in knots. Not from pleasure like this guy under me but from the overwhelming urge to spill my stomach all over him. Staying in character fortunately, my pink tongue darted out to trace the shape of his manhood through his clothes.

"Ah, fuck! More! Fucking more!" he shouted at me, ramming my head further into his crotch. Being this close meant I could smell the precum that was already spilling out of his penis. I pushed his hand away, biting onto his zipper with my teeth.

"You only get more if you tell me what he's doing tonight," I giggled, slowly, painfully so, lowering the zipper with my teeth.

"H-he's serving clients."

Serving clients? What did that mean? Was he like a manager here? An owner? Maybe one of the prostitutes?

I giggled into his crotch and the vibrations made him buck into my face. I unzipped and unbuttoned him, pulling his trousers past his hips to reveal his underwear. They were tight-fitting briefs that barely contained his erection. In fact, they didn't. The head was poking out of the top of the waistband dripping with his juices of arousal. It had dripped down to stain the waistband of this pair of expensive looking underwear... and it was also the first time I had seen a penis close up. Even though I could only see the head it was enough to intrigue me for a second - in a medical sense. It was red and shiny having been expose from its foreskin. It pushed against the light layer of pubic hairs that poked out of the underwear as well and I didn't know whether to feel disgusted or interested.

I ran my nose up and down the length and then my tongue, wetting the material. He gave out loud and satisfied groans of pleasure and almost screamed when my tongue reached his exposed head. I pulled down his underwear completely and his length sprung free and bounced momentarily in front of my face. I held it in my hand, feeling pretty stumped here. I thought back to anatomy classes when I was learning medical jutsu. The head of the penis is similar to the clitoris of a female's vagina where it has a lot of nerve endings. The shifting of the foreskin also rubs against a lot of nerve endings and it is this shifting movement that eventually leads to ejaculation. With this information in mind, I slowly stroked up the length of his penis and then down again. I repeated the action and was spurred on my his moans. I held on tighter, my actions quickening as his screams became louder.
"Put it in your mouth you fucking slut," he commanded me, grabbing my hair and forcing my face towards his member.

"O-only if you tell me which room I would find him in," I sighed, knowing the breath from my speaking was fanning over his length.

"I-I dunno about that," he stuttered, tensing up a bit. Shit, he was getting suspicious. I took my tongue and gently licked over the opening of his penis. He hissed at the sudden feeling, his body relaxing again as he was re-consumed by the pleasure.

"Tell me," I purred, using my tongue to trace over the whole of his bare penis. He sighed in the pleasure of it all, his dick visibly twitching under my inexperienced tongue.

"I... I c-" any arguments he had were swallowed back as I engulfed his length in my mouth. I moved my lips down it slowly, seeing how much I could fit in. As I felt it touch the back of my throat, I gagged but this seemed only to arouse him further. He tried to forced it back even more and all I could do was try and open my throat and hope for the best.
I took his length from my mouth after experiencing the overwhelming feeling of vomit soon to surface and tears poured out of my eyes from the pressure of gagging so much. I used my hand to stimulate the part of the shaft I couldn't fit in my mouth, used my lips to bob up and down on his cock with my hand moving in time. I detached my lips to say out two words.

"Tell me," I grinned as I kept stimulating him with my hand.

"I-"

My lips were over his cock again though, moving at such a frenzied rate. My jaw was beginning to hurt and the smell of dick was disgusting me. All I could taste was the salt from the precum that had erupted from his arousal, feel its slimy texture in the back of my throat. Away I sucked though...

"It's floor three..." he had started but had cut off for some reason. I felt his penis become even harder, a prominent vein - or so I thought - beginning to twitch in it. "Room," he tried to manage through gasps, "FORTY!" he finally shouted as I felt a warm and salty liquid hit the back of my throat. I thought I would be sick. I wanted so badly to spit it out, but I couldn't with his dick in the way and it was squirting out even more. Obediently, I drank every last drop of the rancid liquid.

Suigetsu, as if by habit, pushed me away with a gentle hand and put himself away before zipping himself up.

"Thanks babe," he grinned at me before stealing a feverish kiss from my unsuspecting lips. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and poked it around. I knew that he could taste himself seeing as that was all that I myself could taste. He gently nudged me onto the bed before turning to leave, nodding at Gaara on the way out who I had actually forgot was there... who had actually seen me doing that. He had a stony look on his face as he looked me up and down and as soon as the door had shut, he rushed over to me. I sat on the bed with wide eyes and kept swallowing because it still felt like there was cum in my mouth. I didn't realise I was crying until Gaara reached up to my face and wiped away a tear, discarding it on his own tongue.

"That was brilliant," he quietly soothed in that baritone as the looked at me with such fucking pity. I burst into tears properly now, my whole body shaking as I wrapped my arms around myself. I felt so... disgusting. I felt like a real slut, having done that for the sake of a floor and a room number!

My stomach started shifting with nausea, and I knew that I was going to be sick. The first wave of sickness caused me to one hand over my mouth, the other to my stomach. There was still the faint taste of semen in my mouth, its salty sensation evident throughout my throat. My body certainly didn't like it.

Gaara quickly lifted the condom bin and held it under my mouth just in time for the contents of my stomach to spill out almost projectile. I wanted it to stop, wanted to curl up and cry, but being a doctor meant I knew I had to let this run its course, to expel that utter filth out of my body.

Gaara hushed me quietly, gently, as he rubbed my back with his spare hand, often moving strands of hair behind my ears. When the sickness had ended and I was left with dry heaves I looked at him to see him looking at me with worried eyes... I burst into tears again and was pulled into the warm embrace of Gaara the Kazekage.