Stage Fourteen: Desert Nights
I found him sitting on the roof, looking out into the night sky. There was a full moon, adding to the stars as they gave their light. His gourd wasn't to be found, his chest free of the burden he has to bear. I walked up behind him silently. Crouching down behind him, I tired to see what he was looking at.
He sighed quietly. I don't understand why I felt for him now. He has done nothing but try to torture and kill me. He was annoying and a pain in my ass since the day we met, yet something sparked fire in me just from his touch.
I bit his neck softly. He turned around and pinned me to the roof. I could see his glare in the dim light. I wrapped my arms around his neck and licked his lower lip softly. His glare softened and he licked my tongue before closing his lips over mine. His tongue brushed against mine gently.
"Why do you continue to use me?" he asked.
I sat up and kissed him. His lips met mine willingly.
He backed away from me. "Answer me, damn it."
"Shut up." I pulled his hand around me and moved closer, biting into his neck. He clutched me as a soft moan of unexpected pleasure escaped his mouth. I felt his hand move up the back of my shirt.
I moved on top of him, sitting on his lap. Our tongues met, sending molten shivers through me. His arms surrounded me. I pushed him away from me. He looked at me with confusion. I softly kissed him, biting his lower lip. I then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
I ran my hands down his chest and watched his muscles tense and flex under my fingers. Each muscle was rock hard to my touch. I reached his pants hem and kissed his collar bone. I felt the button of his pants with my thumb.
He tipped my chin into a kiss. I pushed the button through the hole and unzipped his pants.
"What the hell are you doing?" he whispered.
I slipped my tongue into his mouth and licked his. He gently bit me. I gripped his pants hard and pulled. He closed his eyes and flipped me back to the roof.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked. "I thought I told you my body is not a weapon you can use against me."
I pulled his waist to mine.
"Ah, god, Tsuki, stop this," he groaned. He forced my hands off of him and pinned them above my head, but didn't move his body away from mine. He leaned down and kissed me roughly. He caressed down my arm to my chest and down my side to my skirt.
I arched against his touch, forcing my pelvis against his. "Damn it, Tsuki," he sighed. He wrapped an arm under my back and held me to him. His erection was in full attention. "You're making this war."
I pulled myself to him, whispering in his ear, "I don't surrender." I bit his neck and felt his gruff moan vibrate his chest.
"Then you'll suffer defeat."
He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it somewhere. I pressed my torso to his, feeling his warm skin on mine. He bit into my neck and sucked on the soft skin, leaving a mark that almost resembled a bruise. My hands wandered down his muscles and back to his pant hem, still undone and sagging down a little. I massaged the exposed skin just over his boxers with my thumbs, moving in small circles to stimulate the already prominent blood flow.
He reached underneath me and unsnapped my bra before discarding it by my forgotten tank top. He leaned down, scattered kisses along the length of my breastbone and licked my tightening nipple gently. His thumb found my other and began to manipulate it, forcing it to become a small bud of pleasure. His mouth closed over the other and he sucked on the tender flesh, nipping and biting softly. Each subtle jerk of his head caused my body to arch.
He ceased his teasing to kiss me. He took my hand and guided it father to reach his quivering bulge. I reached around his waist and pulled down his pants and his boxers, and after a frenzied moment of shuffling, he was nude before me. He resumed licking my lips and tongue as my hand found his erection, rubbing the length of his shaft repeatedly.
His hands wandered to my skirt and guided the fabric over my hips; I lifted my hips an inch or two above the ground as he pulled it off of me, as well as the thin undergarments. His fingers traced my entrance slowly, methodically, and torturously. He dipped in and out of my tight heat several times as he massaged my clit, each time forcing me to squeeze his member a little harder. He would groan in reaction to this, getting lost in the pleasure.
He pulled my hand off of his throbbing cock and lifted my legs over his shoulders. His smile was sinful as he bent down low to taste the accumulated wetness within me. He put one had beside me, and the other was clasped around his own labido, giving him the added desire that he had longed for. He licked and sucked shamelessly, causing soft gasps and moans to escape my lips, and I'd crescendo as he continued.
He quickly placed a hand over my mouth once I had gotten too loud and stopped pleasuring both him and myself. He left a kiss on my lips before picking me up and carrying me back down to his bedroom.
As soon as I hit the fabric of his blankets, he tore my legs back open and once more acquainted himself with my lust. He pressed his fingers in and out of me, curling against my walls as he sucked on my small pearl of pleasure. It wasn't long before I was panting and writhing against the bed, arching my back and curling my toes in response to his every touch.
He stood upright and pulled me to my feet. He pulled me to his body and kissed me, I could taste the sweetly sour juices still on his lips, making me long for him even more. He whispered in my ear, "You know what I want," and guided my hand back to his neglected member.
I kissed down his neck to his chest and down the centre line of his abdomen before covering the pink tip of his cock with my mouth. His fingers laced through my blazing red hair as he guided my head lower and lower until he had felt the back of my throat. I already tasted the precum that he had forced from himself, but I wanted more.
I took his dick from my mouth and licked the entire shaft, wrapping my tongue around what I could. I traced circles around his head, watching his eyes close before encasing as much of him as I could in my mouth. I twisted my hands around him as I bobbed up and down on him, sucking as hard as I could on his delicate erection. I slowed to deep throat him, then sped up and sucked him hard over and over again. He moaned and sighed, making me hornier than I already was. I love a man who moans.
It didn't take long for the hot and creamy liquid to hit the back of my throat. By the time he pulled me to my feet, his body was glistening with sweat. His lips crashed to mine as his erection pressed against my hip. His tongue shot into my mouth as he devoured me. His hands cupped my breast as he backed me to a wall.
He pressed his hips to mine, flattening my body against his. His length was fully against my- "Nahh," I sighed. One thrust of his hips and he penetrated me. "God, Gaara," I moaned.
He pressed his lips to mine in haste before he whispered, "Time for round two." He began thrusting his hips against mine, driving me into the wall. He urged soft moans from my lips, adding his panting and groaning every so often. Each thrust hit me like a wave of sparks, each more pleasurable than the last.
He picked me up and threw me onto the bed. The blankets were soft beneath me, but I barely had time to dwell on bed dressings. Gaara hovered over me, looking me over with the hunger of a predator. He bit into my neck, causing me to gasp in response to the pain. "Ah, Gaara!"
He thrust into me hard, coaxing a loud moan from me. He was relentless, forcing screams from me and allowing his own moans to drive me insane. I could feel my warmth spread through my body as I came once, he didn't let up.
He flipped me on top of him, gripping my hips and forcing me down upon him. I angled my hips to meet his, grinding against him and sending his arousal further deeper inside me.
"Nahh, do that again," he commanded.
I repeatedly coaxed those sweet groans from his lips. He dug his nails into my flesh as he felt euphoria. Each thrust was as greedy as the last, taking everything he could. "God, Tsuki, don't stop."
I had no intention to. "Myuh," I sighed as he hit me particularly roughly. He hit that same spot over and over again, each time forcing breathless moans from my lips as I tried to keep myself from going over the edge. I couldn't stop it; I came a second time.
He flipped me over to my side and slammed into me from behind. His hands found my breasts again and grasped them tightly. He squeezed periodically, causing sharp hisses of pleasured pain from me. The sound of his skin hitting mine filled our ears behind each other's moaning, groaning, and screaming.
He bit into my neck, drawing blood to keep himself from cumming a little longer. I screamed in mixed bliss and pain.
He rolled once more, brining me on all fours. "Grip the headboard," he growled, "and lock your elbows." There was hunger in his voice.
I did as he asked of me, and felt him driving into me, thrusting the entire bed into the wall behind it. I felt his hands at my shoulders, running down to my hips as he brought me down into his thrusts.
I was tightening against him, my walls shivering with climax when he lost it.
"Gah, Tsuki," he panted. "God, don't stop, nahh!"
He pulled out, flipped me over and kissed me, trusting into me as I lay on my back. I felt his hot liquid stream into me as it mixed with my own orgasm.
He collapsed beside me and pulled me to his body. He was sticky with sweat, but I didn't mind. His pheromones gave a mild spicy smell to the array of aromas that filled the room. "I love you, Tsuki," he whispered, "and I don't give a damn what you think of it." His eyes shone in the moonlight as he talked to me. He ran his hand down my thigh and back up again.
"I'm aware," I answered. "Sometimes I wonder if I love you, or if I just love fucking with your brain."
"You fuck with my body, not my brain," he whispered. "I'm the one who fucks with your mind."
"You can't do that anymore," I whispered.
"Why can't I?" he grinned.
"I know that you're Kazekage now." He had left some paperwork on the desk in the main room that I knew I shouldn't have seen.
He kissed me. "That doesn't mean that I'm going to forget you. On the contraire, actually, I could have you followed at all times. If anything, I could make it so much easier on myself." He petted my hair softly. "I could keep you here."
"You would waste valuable resources just to keep me confined like an animal?" I asked.
"If I wanted to, I could."
"You'd go crazy with me here."
"What makes you say that?"
"There's nothing in it for you," I answered.
He roughly pulled me on top of him. "Making you scream is all the reward I need," he whispered. He ran his fingers down my breastbone.
I leaned forward and kissed him slowly, then admired the moonlight off his glistening body, sculpted from time and training.
He pulled me back beside him. He kissed my nose, and then whispered, "I suspect that you'll be sleeping tonight."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"If I can sleep after sex, then you can." He yawned before lifting the blanket to cover us both.
"If I'm attacked by that sand demon of yours, you're dead," I whispered.
"Likewise," he breathed.
I woke up that morning feeling sore. I knew that I had bruising on my back and my ass was covered, but there were also the bites on my neck and the scratches at my hips that were accounted for. There was light breathing on the back of my neck, and I knew he was still asleep.
I rolled over and watched him sleep peacefully, running my hand over his soft back. Not many people could say that they have seen this side of him, and no one else could have seen him sleeping without Shukaku making a mess of things. He was a beautiful sight to behold, naked before me.
His eyes fluttered open. "I can see why you allowed yourself to be drugged by Orochimaru. Sleep is a good thing." He arched his back and stretched a bit, then sat up. He allowed the thin and soft blanket pool around his hips, exposing all skin above his pelvis. "How was your night?" he asked.
"It was the same as yours," I answered. "Blissful, one might describe it as." I wrapped my arms around him, allowing him to hold me as dawn rose through the window.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"It was better than being drugged," I answered. "Sleeping isn't that great for me."
He rested his chin on the top of my head and sighed. Something was weighing on his mind, and I could tell it was heavy.
"Tsuki, I can't keep you here."
"I know you can't," I answered. "You're Kazekage now. I'm a distraction that you don't need."
"Even if you leave, you're a distraction."
"There's nothing I can do about that."
"No, there isn't."
Gaara had grown up quite a bit since I last saw him. He was more open than he was, and kinder than he had ever been. He had something worth living for, and it didn't include killing everyone he met. "What's your point, Gaara?"
"You're free to go, Tsuki. I don't have the energy to fight with you to keep you here, and you're right, I can't waste resources just to hold you against your will."
"So, just like that, you get me in bed and let me go?" I asked. I wasn't offended, just shocked that he was giving up so easily. "That's not like you at all."
"I'm aware of that," he sighed. "If you want to stay, you're welcome to. I don't want you to leave. I just don't have the time to keep you here forcefully."
"I respect that, but you fucked up an experiment that was really important to Orochimaru and he'll be furious when I get back."
"So you're staying?" Gaara asked.
"No, the sooner I leave, the better. It's best to get his maelstrom of rage out of the way now, than let it simmer for who knows how long."
"Then go, Tsuki. If he gets too angry, he'll kill you."
"His has too many plans that depend on me being alive long enough to have child," I answered with dread.
"What would he do if it was my child?" Gaara asked. He rested a hand on my abdomen, but had a look of concern.
"He'd kill it, or take it as his own and manipulate what ever ability it would have for his own will."
"Then pray I haven't fucked up another aspect of your life," he sighed. "I'm not going to regret it, even if I did."
"You're something else, Gaara." I rested my head on his shoulder and relaxed against him. There was no point in worrying over something that hasn't happened yet.