Dance with the Demon CH 5
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I might go back and edit some of this later, I didn't have that much time today but I really wanted to write this!
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Summoning my sand around me, I was swept away from the dinner hall to re emerge next to my neatly made bed. Glancing at the clock once, I noted I had about twenty five minutes left of my meal break before my bothersome siblings would come looking for me.
Plenty of time to test my theory.
Letting myself land on my bed, I began to manipulate my chakra, drawing it in imaginary circles to react with that of the sand halfway across the tower. My lips tugged up at the corners. I wonder if the sudden sensation would scare her. I wonder what she is doing at the current moment.
Moments later, the familiar aggravating feeling came to me, the one that told me she was stroking the particles with her fingers. I bit back a shudder and decided to focus more of the things I had in store. I would test this theory. I shall solve this puzzle.
After several minutes of anticipation, her aura flows through from the other side of my door. A small huff of amusement left my throat as I could feel her trying to control her nerves.
I must have really shaken her up last night.
"Enter"
My voice came out gruff and I could feel how it surprised her.
With a gentle swing of the door, she lightly strode in to stop halfway through the room. She straightened her back and glanced up and down my form before her voice came.
My ears hadn't heard her words.
My eyes were far too focused on her body. Her skin was lightly misted and carried the fragrance of freshly scented soap. Her hair, damp and clinging to her shoulders and chest in a way that made my eyes trail along them. The smell of coconut wafted through the room to cause me to inhale deeply through my nose.
Then I noticed her body language.
Chin raised, sturdy stance, and eyes locked on mine almost defiantly.
She wreaked of power. Her nerves became calm and I could feel her chakra seeping into me. For the first time since I met her, I appreciated the strength she held captive. Somewhere inside her was power I hadn't known she had.
My awe then turned to fury as I felt her aura pushing mine back. My mood took spirals in several different directions. She was trying to control me. Again.
I felt my eyes narrow on hers as my mind asked silent questions. Why does she keep trying to overpower me? Why am I just now noticing the strength she is capable of? Why does the challenge excite me.
I stiffened my posture when I felt the flesh in between my hips begin to pulse slightly.
It only spurred my fury.
"Know your place."
Before she could speak, I lept forward, using my chakra to separate the distance between us in the blink of an eye. Before my mind had time to comprehend, I was shoving her into the wall next to the large wooden door.
I could feel her skin grow hot under my hands that clenched tightly around her shoulders. She impacted the surface hard, letting out a pained noise that only served to make my member throb harder.
I bent my head down to her level with a snarl and let my lips slide back to bear my canines. I felt like an animal. My body and mind were overtaken by the urge to dominate this woman. This woman who made my body betray me.
Her pale violet eyes slid up to mine and I felt her fear rise dramatically as she scanned my face, and she began to squirm in my hands. The motion sent chills of pleasure through me and I fought to keep my face from showing how I was affected. I growled low, hardening my eyes into hers and hers widened in fright.
She tried to wrench free.
Panic overcame her scent and she tried desperately to slip out of my firm grip.
Something occurred to me. I didn't want her to leave. My plan of testing her had backfired into me being the one to lose control. I was losing myself to the animal inside. Maybe even the demon.
A harsh laugh slid past my lips and she jerked her head back to me at the sound.
Maybe I like losing myself to her. Maybe I wanted to.
I took action upon my thoughts, drawing myself in closer to her smell. I wanted to know what her skin smelled like up close. It teased my nose with small hints and I found I was growing curious.
Her hair was strewn about her neck and with the flick of my wrist I slung it away.
Leaning in closer, I filled my senses with the smell of her fresh skin, stopping at the bottom of her ear and let I my breath engulf it. I let the words flow naturally off my tongue.
"You cannot escape, Hinata." the sides of my lips turned up at remembering her first name. "You're mine."
I could feel her begin to shiver under my hands, her heart beat loud in my ears and her aura became mudded in different emotions that wafted over me.
One in particular caused an immediate bodily reaction within me.
Arousal.
She turned her head away to the side, hanging it slightly to expose the porcelain skin of her neck fully. It was almost an invitation.
I took the bait.
Licking my lips, my lips ached to know how such beautiful skin tasted. My mouth salivated. I bent downward with my shoulders to reach her skin, my tongue slipping from my lips. I connected with skin. She tasted good.
I couldn't stop myself.
I dragged my tongue against her skin slowly upwards.
It was cold.
I could feel her skin goosebump under my hot tongue and I went even slower, savoring her taste.
She let out a sound that resulted in my teeth sinking into her delicate flesh. I wanted to bite hard. I wanted to mark her.
She whimpered.
The sounds drove my mind into a disorganized frenzy. It began screaming at me, telling me all the the sounds I wanted to make come from her. All the things I wanted to do to her. I tried to collect them to figure out my next plan of action when I felt her hands on my chest.
Before I could collect my thoughts, my hand shot down to catch her wrists and I pinned them above her head. Whatever I decided to do to her, it was going to be my way.
I felt my control come back and seeing her in the state of submission I had forced upon her made my groin strain against my pants to the point where it was painful.
This is the piece I needed. Control. I had control over her and her body. I licked my lips as a predator who was watching its prey, keeping hold of her eyes. I had her cornered.
I broke the contact to let my eyes sweep down her form. I was the one who made her chest heave. I made her legs tremble. I made her knees weak. They slid back up to her slightly flushed face and locked her eyes again. She knows it, too.
Her stare glazed over as I watched her turn in on herself mentally. I let go of her and let my arms come back to my side. Noticing how her arms still pressed themselves against the wall, I smirked victoriously. She was a willing participant in whatever this was between them.
Feeling confident with myself, I stepped close to her, barricading her in with my arms and pushing against her full chest with my own, one leg sliding in between hers dangerously close to her warm center. I stifled a moan when I felt her suddenly arch against me, pushing every curve of her body against mine. My erection reacted strongly, pulsing and straining against her hip at the heat of her body.
Her face came up to face mine and she stared into my eyes intimately with hers half lidded. There was a vulnerability in them that made a shiver go down my spine. Her face was fully flushed in a pink tint, her soft lips slightly parted open and her lavender eyes looking dazed.
It looked like she wanted to kiss me.
My innards roared at the thought, wanting no part of such an intimate and loving gesture. No. This is not love, this is war.
My hand reached down to the ends of her hair, twisting my fingers into the soft locks. I tugged downwards forcefully, causing her head to tilt back almost in a painful looking way. I bent down to her soft flesh to taste it once more. I let my lips brush over her before adding my tongue then added a few soft bites in random places. I stopped when I felt a vein straining out gently from her skin, the feeling of her pulse thumping in it rapidly.
I started to trail my tongue along it slowly before pushing harder into it, trailing all the way up along it to meet her chin.
She then let out a very loud huff of breath that was laced with heavy moan.
I felt her entire body tremble violently before going completely limp.
She fell down against my leg and I caught her before she collapsed.
I stared at her face in curious wonderment as I felt my pant leg become soaked down to my skin.
Did I just kill her?
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The next thing I remembered, I was placed horizontally onto a surface I could only assume must be a cloud. My head was still swimming and my body felt light and tingly. I couldn't help but smile as a beautifully serene feeling was blanketing my being. I kept my eyes closed, too dazed and comfortable to try to understand what was happening. I pulled my hands from under covers slowly, laying them over my thighs above the barrier. Silk. I felt like I was wrapped in silk and I smiled again to myself before rolling over on my right side.
I crinkled my brows as I heard the sound of a faucet turning followed by water.
Where even am I?
I decided I would just ignore it and embrace the sleep that was threatening to take over until I heard a door open. My eyes shot open and the sight they took in was nothing less than astonishing.
There he stood, steam flowing off his skin in waves, damp hair drooping and dripping onto a pale…. bare…. smooth… chest.
I heard myself gulp.
Only a red towel dared to impede the rest of his body from my eyes, wrapped tightly just under his defined abs and jutted hips.
My eyes ran up and down his chiseled stomach before tracing the curves of his strong arms to his shoulders and collarbone.
I barely managed to drag my stare off his naked body before catching his heated gaze. His eyes were hard and bore into mine, his brows drawn down in a way that made him look angry but confused.
"Huyuga, are you conscious?"
His lips moves slowly at his question, almost careful as they left his throat.
I almost wanted to laugh. Why was he so confused? Why was he staring at me like that? Was that, worry?! Here I am, bubbling with happiness and ready to fall asleep with a smile and he gives me that look.
Wait.
I sat up suddenly, my eyes darting around frantically at my surroundings.
This was his bed! A small gasp left my lips and I yanked the covers from my legs to jump from the bed. Before I could throw my legs over, I felt strong hands on my thighs, holding them down effectively.
My eyes shot up to him now sitting on the bed next to me and they grew wide. He put me in his bed? He was stopping me from leaving?!
Images of what had happened between us suddenly flashed through my mind. How could I have forgotten what we had done together? My cheeks flushed and my hands shot up to my throat. My fingers were met with the feeling of several soft indents in my skin in several places.
"You fell unconscious…. I think maybe you were... asleep."
His words caught my attention and I looked up to meet his eyes which had been rested on me for several minutes.
His hand suddenly left my thigh and he stood and began walking to his large closet.
"Stay there. Go to sleep and I will return in the morning…"
Before I could interject, he returned from the closet fully dressed then vanished into a swirl of sand.
I was left alone with the darkness and my thoughts until eventually I fell asleep.
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-Twelve years ago, Suna kindergarten-
Everyone hates me.
I sat in my desk at the corner of the classroom, arms crossed over my tiny frame.
The bell rang finally. I sat up quickly and ran to my cubbyhole with my tiny bookbag and stuffed teddybear. I was convinced he was the the only who didn't hate me.
"Hey, that's mine!"
A tiny voice screeched in my ear, yanking my teddybear away from my reach suddenly. I turned towards the boy who was now clutching Mr. Momo.
"Give him back." I hissed, reaching to grab one of his legs desperately.
"No, he's mine!" The little boy yelled back, shoving me to the ground.
My teal eyes started to water and my tiny fists clenched. "You're lying! My mommie gave him to me when I was born!" I growled out, pushing myself to my feet to lunge at the boy.
"No you're lying." He scoffed. "You're mommie couldn't give it to you cuz she's dead!"
A twinge of pain shot to my heart and I clutched at the fabric over it tightly.
"Don't say that!" I cried.
"Yea," he continued, "and she wouldn't give it to you anyway because you're a monster and she hated you!"
He smirked confidently and pointed a finger at me. "My daddy told me that you killed your mommie!"
Tears spilled over the rims of my eyes. I fell to my knees with choking sobs that rocked my body. No. No. Mommie had loved me. She gave me Momo to show that she loved me. She died by accident…. Right? Doubt crept into my mind and I bit my lip. No one ever told me how she died, they just said it was an accident.
I looked up to see the boy grinning at me and laughing.
Then he pulled on Momo's head, ripping it in half and the stuffing began to spill out onto the floor.
I saw red.
The next thing I could remember was the teacher prying me off of the boy, his neck covered in sand and his eyes wide and frozen open.
That was the first time I had knowingly taken a life.
I was a monster and even my own mother hated me.
Twelve years later and I was still convinced my mother must have hated me.
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I sat on the tiled of the roof, one leg bent to rest my elbow on as my usual perch. I shook my head, trying to clear it of the confusion and doubt that crept in. When I saw Hinata go limp, somehow I had convinced myself that I had killed her. I believed the wetness seeping onto my leg was blood and her lifeless body was proof that her soul had left her body.
I tilted my head to take in moonlight.
I had taken her to my bed and tucked her in after seeing how her chest gently heaved with life, but I was still somewhat denial. I went to the bathroom and undressed, staring at my leg expecting to see blood but there was none. I proceeded to try to clear my head with a long steamy shower and only managed to tear myself out when I heard a soft cooing from the room. I brushed my teeth quickly, twisted a towel around my waist and then exited the humid room to see beautiful pale eyes opening and running along my appearance.
My brows furrowed in contemplative thought. Why were her eyes so wide? Is she ok? I felt oddly protective over her well being but chalked it up to the claim I had taken over her. I had marked her and now she was mine. It was an odd feeling. It's been so long since I've had something that I called my own and wanted to safeguard. I glared at her hard, still trying to figure out what was wrong with her when she suddenly shot up straight and began looking around frantically.
She flipped off the covers but I quickly shot to the bed to keep her from leaving. I just wanted her to rest. I wanted her to bury herself in my covers and stay alive.
I noticed my hand lingered on her thigh longer than needed and pulled it away, scoffing at myself for worrying over this woman. I needed to leave.
I went to the closet and dressed as quickly as possible, saying a few words of farewell and warning her not to leave before engulfing myself in my sand, leaving the room and the woman to be alone.
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Well, that's the end of this chapter! Sorry It was mostly stuff that had already been told but I wanted to show how everything affected Gaara and what he was feeling and thinking about it all.
Hopefully you enjoyed it! :3
-CH 5 Fin-