Lost it All
Aoi: I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK! I know you all missed me!! Haha I decided this was ridiculous and unedited and since you all loved it, why not edit some before I write the sequel? ;D I'm so nice. I know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters. I do in fact own Miyavi Ichiro who is the small-part original character. Note: He's only in the story to deepen the plot.
Warning: It's a yaoi, people, written by Amichan so it's going to have sexual content and language. Do not say I didn't warn you. (but also remember: the whole story isn't going to be like that so don't think I'm some perv -;;)
Chapter One: Sasuke's POV
Introducing: A blast from the past… Miyavi Ichiro!!
I looked around the room.
What in the world happened last night?
I rubbed the back of my neck and shook my hair. The skin on my neck felt sticky, like dried sweat. I looked at my fingers, thinking, Seriously, what happened? My hand dropped and I felt something hard. "What?!" I turned quickly and looked down at my hand, spotting a… a guy?!
I pushed back and off the bed, slamming onto the floor. "Whoa! What?! Fire!"
The guy woke up immediately and thrust himself up, looking around. He spotted me. "God, Sasuke, you scared me…" He sighed and relaxed, giving me an easy smile.
"How… how do you know my name?!" My heart was speeding. He looked a little familiar but I couldn't think of who he was. He had messy bleached hair, giant green eyes, light-mocha coloured skin, and a nice smile. I was terrified of him being in my bed... naked. But still... his persona made me calm down a bit.
"Sasuke, stop playing games, you have to remember last night. It's been the best time I've had in, well, forever…" His voice trailed off and he pulled himself to sit on the side of the bed. "It's me, Miyavi… Ichi-chan, I knew you and your brother before he… went insane, and…" He paused, smiling, "And you had the biggest crush on me." He looked up at me.
I froze. He's got to be kidding. The last time I saw Miyavi he was pale… and scrawny… and nothing like this! "Stop playing me." I put my hand on my hip. "Miyavi was a wimp." He laughed. "What?" He shook his head, leaning his elbows on his knees and resting his face in his hands. "No, what?"
"That's what you said last night…" He shook his head and looked back up at me. "So you honestly don't remember? I mean, I know we drank a little, but, wow you must have been really drunk." He sighed.
"I'm… sorry…" I watched him, stepping forward and held my hand out. I wanted to touch him. If he really was Miyavi, he couldn't possibly mind, but, I couldn't. I pulled back my "touch impulse" and kneeled down. "Help me remember."
Wow, I'm acting like a wuss. Damn, I need to get out more.
He looked up at me and smiled warmly. "Do you want a reenactment?" I watched as his arms slipped down and I felt his fingers slipping underneath the elastic band on my loose sleeping pants.
"Will it hurt?" I questioned.
"I can't promise."
"How do I know you're really my Miyavi?"
"Because…" He grabbed my hand with his right hand and pulled it to the back of his neck. My fingers trailed his warm skin and I felt something like a… scar? "You're brother left that on me for telling you that when you were older, I'd let you have my heart." He grinned. I flushed madly.
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"Look, Sasuke, can you keep a secret?" He smiled. I nodded. He grabbed my hands and pulled me in between his legs. "I told your brother, in a joking fashion, that I wanted you to take my heart when you were a little older. He hurt me, pretty bad." He pulled my hand to touch the back on his neck, I felt a scabbed wound. It was long and I'm sure deep.
"Ichi-chan!" I squealed, fighting back tears.
"Shh-shh." He pulled my hands away from his neck and kissed my fingers. "It was well worth it because I will never ever forget. One day, I'll give it to you, okay?" I smiled and let him kiss my fingers over and over and over.
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"Miyavi…"
I shook my head. I felt tears coming on. I choked them back and let myself wrap my arms around his neck. He was my other "protector" when I was a child. Itachi and he were friends but Itachi was always keeping us from being alone. I always felt something for him. But once my family was murdered he disappeared with Itachi. The last I heard was that he and Itachi were more than "just friends".
I wanted to re-meet him, get to know him again and figure out his most dark depths. "Don't leave again. Konoha isn't much but it's better than wandering."
He pulled me back from him grabbed my chin with his fingers. "Don't worry, you're old enough now." He smiled.
"For wh-" Before I could finish, his lips were on mine. My eyes were wide open and I couldn't move. I was so confused. He did that a lot, I remember. Confuse me.
I jumped once I felt his fingers left my chin and intertwined with my own. The touch was so gentle and I felt so safe and right, but, I knew I couldn't be doing this. I was seventeen and how old could he possibly be- 25?!
Once the kiss was broken and pulled back a bit. "Miyavi…" I started. I could do this, I thought. "Miyavi, you have no idea how right I feel here with you, but, you're what… twenty-five now? And I'm just seventeen and besides…" I paused.
I didn't really want to tell him about Gaara but I guess I had no choice, he was the only excuse I had at the time. "I have someone who's in my life," I continued as he listened patiently, "And right now, he's been all I've ever known. He came in and took over. I gave him a promise I would be there, not here, in my room, with a blast from the past.
Whoa, I really said that?
He nodded, shaking his head.
"And I'm sorry if we had sex or something and you're…"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa… you think we had sex? No, Sasuke, love, I didn't have sex with you. You were drunk, I couldn't do that to you. But, look, I see, I understand. This guy must mean a lot to you." He stood and walked right passed me, looking for his clothes. "I just, never forgot about you, all these years. I've always waited for you. Itachi finally didn't give a fuck anymore so we split." He started putting on his clothes.
I blinked. My brother? They split?! I froze. He was walking out, he said goodbye, he was leaving.
"Wait, Miyavi!"
He was out the door, out of the house. I rushed after him, not caring that I was half naked and not caring if anyone saw. He just admitted to breaking up with my brother for me. He just admitted to loving me. And I used to love him. Why was he leaving?
Gaara… fuck Gaara.
No, right now.
Miyavi.
Fuck Miyavi.
"Wait!" I called, grabbing my old flame's arm. "Just wait…" I whispered.
He turned slowly. "What?" He blinked down at me. He was pissed. But who wouldn't be after that? I was extremely rude.
"Don't go, you promised you wouldn't." I reminded. "Just… let's figure this out and work it out and…"
"Oi, bitch-!" I heard a very familiar voice behind me.
I turned to spot him.
It was my boyfriend.
Gaara.
"Oh! Hi!" I smiled brightly.
What was that? Once I saw Gaara I turned into some whipped little puppy? Yeah. That was it.
"Who's your friend?" He asked, rather, demanded an answer with his tone. His hand slid onto my bare back and down to my hip. His fingers went under the elastic. I gulped. Miyavi looked even more pissed.
-Chapter One, End
Aoi: Well I fixed some things. I hope it made more sense! On to Chapter 2!
Lost it All
Aoi: Kunbawa, everyone. Here we go again! Edit edit edit ;D -flails-
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters. I do in fact own Miyavi Ichiro who is the small-part original character. Note: He's only in the story to deepen the plot and make it complex. I like complexity.
Warning: Sexual content, language, and violence.
Chapter Two: Gaara's POV
Almost Discovered
I felt my blood boiling inside my body as I gripped onto my slut's hip. I felt him shiver. I felt his heart beat ten times faster than before. I could hear him inside his head thinking for an answer that would satisfy me; though little did he know that none would. His voice quavered as he answered me, "He's my brother's boyfriend."
Heh, there's no way he expects me to believe that.
I looked the other guy up and down. He appeared in his twenties, light tan skin, green eyes, bleached hair... he was simply disgusting. There was no reason, to me, that Sasuke could possibly be even somewhat attracted to such a vile looking guy. But, none the less, I couldn't rule out the possibility. "Introduce us, bitch."
"You know, it's not polite to call someone you call your lover a 'bitch', you little fucker." The guy snapped at me. I chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"Gaara…" I heard Uchiha whisper.
"Shut up," I told him and then looked up at the other guy. "I can call Uchiha whatever I want as long as I call him what he is: a slut, a bitch, and a whore. He's all mine." I tossed back to him.
I saw him stumble and his whole body shiver. "You little…" He lunged for me but before he could touch me I noticed Uchiha, who rushed in between us. I felt his hand on my arm and I watched has his other hand lightly graced the intruder's chest.
"Miyavi… don't…" He said, his voice full of anger.
"Sasuke-kun, you can't let this little… bitch call you those things. You deserve better than that shit." 'Miyavi' exclaimed, stepping back and throwing his hand down.
"He's not usually like this, Miyavi-san, he takes care of me. He can call me whatever he wants." He was right. I owned him. He needed, pleaded for someone to be there and say they would protect him. That's what he told me he wanted. I promised to give that to him and he promised to submit to me.
"Sasuke-kun…" The guy was attempting to plead with Sasuke.
"Just don't leave Konoha, Miyavi, we need to talk more." My little whore told him softly. "But, I think, for now, you should go."
"You're serious?!"
"Please…"
The 'Miyavi' stumbled backwards and rushed off.
Pathetic.
Sasuke turned and glared at me. "Why the fuck were you being such a bitch?!" He slapped my arm. I chuckled and that turned into a burst of laughter. "Bastard!" He stormed off back inside his house.
"Baby, I was just playing around with you." I calmed down my laughter and followed him. "Sasuke-koi." I caught up with him and grabbed his wrists. "Stop…"
"Get off me! I'm pissed with you!"
"Stop…" I turned him around. He struggled as I pulled him into me. "Stop…" He held his face as far away as he could. I grinded my body up against his and I saw him trapping back a moan. "Koi…" I pushed harder into him and he arched back into me. "Good boy." I cooed in his ear.
"I could really hate you…"
"I know…"
He gave in and I started my usual torments on his neck. My tongue, teeth, and lips consumed his warm skin. He felt so wonderful in my mouth and every gasp I heard escape from his throat went straight to my pants.
"Oh Gaa-kun, I think you can eat more than Kobayashi…" He grinned and I did as well. I knew I could and I would. I bit down on my lover's neck. I heard him moan and his fingers gripped my hair, holding me to his neck. "Harder…" He gasped. I obliged.
We quickened our pace and kissed each other fiercely. Our tongues were discovering new parts of our mouths that we never realized were so pleasurable and appetizing. His fingers roamed my body as if he was looking for something. Once I noticed my clothes being pealed from my extremely warm body, I knew he found what he was looking for. I separated myself from him after my clothes were completely dismembered and I reclined back on the bed. "Strip." I ordered, leaning over and turning on the stereo.
Break me down, you got a lovely face.
"Gaara…" He cooed. He obviously knew the song. I had no idea what it was but he was grinning from ear to ear. His fingers played around his body as he mouthed some of the words.
We're going to your place, and now you've got your 'freak me' on.
His fingers slipped under his elastic band on his pants and snapped them before dropping them to the floor.
Scream so loud, getting fucking laid. You want me to stay, but I got to make my way.
The chair positioned up against the wall, facing the bed, became his new stage. I watched him wide-eyed. I knew exactly what he was going to do. His back was facing me, his head was turned to watch me, and he began sucking on his fingers teasingly.
Hey, you're a crazy bitch but you fuck so good I'm on top of it. When I dream, I'm doing you all night. Scratches all down my back- we're keeping right on.
After he was finished with his fingers, the pale slender miracles slid down his porcelain skin body and down to… no, he wouldn't. Those fingers hovered right over his opening. My opening. "No…" I whispered.
The words became background noise as I watched him pleasure himself right in front of me. One finger. Two fingers. Three fingers. He moaned and moved them in and out. I was going crazy from my front row seat.
Crazy bitch, crazy bitch…
I felt myself coming to my climax. I was going to orgasm. I knew it.
You're crazy, but I like the way you-
"FUCK ME!" I exclaimed right as my cum spew all over his sheets.
"Oh dirty Gaa-seme…" Uchiha was already up on me when I opened my eyes. He leaned down and started lapping up my seed. "But oh so yummy." I felt myself growing hard again just watching him.
"Sasu, please… you know I never beg but… I demand not to be teased." I whispered. He turned off the radio suddenly and met my lips with his own, delivering a bruising kiss.
I pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him and grinded into him as we kissed continuously. I felt his fingers wrap around my shaft and he began pumping it. I pushed into his grip and we continued to kiss. "What are you doing?" I asked after our kiss broke and he continued to work me.
"Making you really hard…"
"I already am…"
"Then fuck me."
I happily obliged. My hands separated his thighs and leaned away from him, flipping him over onto his stomach. He arched his back up, moving into a cat-crawl position and I kneeled behind him. "Rough?"
"And fast."
I grinned and leaned down to suck his opening for lubricant. I felt him shiver. I was over top of him, gained balance, and let my tip hover over his ass. "One…"
His body tensed.
"Two…"
His legs embraced mine.
"Three…"
His head was tossed back in abandon and I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Just go now, dammit!"
I slammed into him and he screamed out in ecstasy. My pace remained fast and rough, like he wanted. The only sound in the whole room was the slapping contact of warm skin on warm skin, Sasuke moaned in pleasure, and my teeth grinding together.
I felt so alive every time we connected like this. Our relationship began a year ago but we kept it a secret and we never did anything like sex until the past two months. It wasn't about the sex and though I hated to admit it, but, I was in love with him. I wanted him to be in love with me, but no one could honestly love me. I was hideously disgusting. I was even worse than that Miyavi…
"Ah!" I climaxed into Sasuke and he mimicked me on the sheets.
I pulled out of him and we managed to push the top comforter off the bed and pull ourselves under the sheets. We lay there, sideways on the bed, his head on my chest, my fingers in his hair, our feet dangling off the side. I was actually happy, for once in my life, at that moment. "Sasuke…"
He nuzzled his head in my shoulder blade and his body was almost lifeless on top of me. "Yeah, Gaa-kun?" He sounded rather content and adorable. That was unlike him, definitely.
I hesitated and took a deep breath, closing my eyes. "I think… I love you, Sasuke-kun." I felt his breathing on my neck stop and I opened my eyes.
Shit…
-Chapter Two End-