Six Hits Of Heroin

Six Hits of Heroin

By: Lynn-sama

Disclaimer: Don’t own anything, not making any money off of this so please don’t sue

Author Notes: Six shorts involving TemariXGaara. I wanted to do so many things with them I couldn’t decide how to put it into one fic so I just made shorts XD They kind of flow together on the same time line but I don’t think its necessary to read them in order per say.

Gaara and Temari are rather OOC but I don’t think it can be helped in this case. Gaara just doesn’t submit easily XD

Warning: This series explores the idea of female domination with Temari and Gaara. There might be some things in it that make you squirm. Every chapter is labeled with the sexual deviance and the level of sex/erotic material that appears in the chapter. If something offends you or you think it might be above you ability to handle, then don’t read. Go elsewhere, you have been warned.

I. Spanking – Kiwi

Temari didn’t even look up from the paper work on her desk when she heard the door open. Her fingers twitched around the pen she held but otherwise she appeared calm.

“Shut the door. You know how this goes by now or do you feel like trying my patience today?”

There was a soft snort from the figure in the doorway but then the door clicked shut and the only sound was the soft brush of clothing on skin. It tempted the blonde to look up but she didn’t dare, not yet. Not until she heard the sound of the other’s knees hitting the floor did the woman look up to stare at her brother.

Flat sea green eyes stared back at her and the red-headed Kazekage lifted his chin just a bit in defiance of her stare, even though the movement seemed rather pointless when he was the one kneeling in front of her door, naked as the day he had been born.

Temari’s lips lifted at the sight, a smug grin settling over her face. Although when they had first come to this agreement she had found it odd when the red head had started showing up in her office and in her room without any warning but by now it was becoming the norm in her life. The whole affair continued to be just as exciting now as it had been then, if not more since the red head had improved his act since the beginning.

“Come.” She murmured, patting her leg under the table, turning her eyes back to the papers, pretending to be uninterested in the lithe red head. However she couldn’t resist watching the other under her eyelashes as he crawled forward on his hands and knees across the room.

When the red head finally made it around the table he knelt at the other’s side, resting his cheek to the side of her thigh. Tilting his head to rub against her leg, Gaara whined low in his throat as he stared up at his sister, who was currently ignoring him for the papers on her desk.

A shiver ran through the red head’s body as he pressed his cheek closer to her leg, not from cold simply because it didn’t get cold in Suna but from some kind of strange pleasure of being submissive here in front of the woman he dared call his sister.

Temari glanced down at him with a cool look before placing her pen on the desk and reaching down to grab the other’s hair, yanking it until the Kazekage was looking her dead in the face. Gaara squirmed a bit in her grasp, trying to pretend like he wasn’t enjoying the other yanking him around like a toy however he wasn’t very successful when the sly look on his sisters face made him shiver again in anticipation.

“Is there some reason you’re disrupting my work and whining like a cat in heat little boy?”

“Tch….” Gaara snorted under his breath, giving her a defiant look. “I can be in here if I want. I’m the Kazekage.”

Temari merely raised an eyebrow at the male, her eyes sliding up and down him as she did so.

“You’re hardly anything of importance when you’re here with me. You’re my slave, nothing more. You leave the title at the door.”

“You mean you wish I left the title at the door,” Gaara lifted his head to give her a bold stare.

“Seems like someone is looking for some punishment today with that cheeky talk of yours hm?”

Gaara only snorted under his breath, rolling his green eyes. Although he had been submissive when he had first entered, obviously he hadn’t completely adopted his role as usual.

“You cant punish the Kazekage,” He replied, the tone in his voice smug even though Temari couldn’t see his face since he was hiding it by rubbing against her thigh.

Her fingers tightened around his hair, jerking his face back up to stare at him. A smirk crossed her face and for a moment there was a small flicker of fear in the others green eyes. Perhaps he had pushed her too far.

Temari stood, yanking him up by the hair. Hastily Gaara climbed to his feet, his head aching with the feeling of his roots being nearly torn away with her rough actions. A whimper escaped his mouth before he could stop it, causing Temari to smirk as she shoved him down across the desk, scattering papers all over the floor.

Glancing over his shoulder Gaara shot her a questioning look but the blonde ignored him. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and the burning sensation on his left butt cheek made the other squeak and jump all at the same time. Gaara’s mouth fell open in a wide ‘o’ and his eyes widened in shock.

“Not so cocky now are you,” His sister’s smug voice drifted into his ear from behind him as she drew back her hand to place another painful smack on the red head’s behind. Gaara jerked but managed to hold back any noise this time, now aware of just what the other was playing at.

“Count out loud you cocky bitch,” Temari demanded suddenly, her hand falling down on his backside causing him to flinch with the feeling.

“A…ahn….three…?” He managed to force out between clenched teeth.

A few more blows left the other heavily leaning over his sister’s desk, his ass a painful shade of red, almost the same shade as his hair and his face, which was flushed crimson with embarrassment. He had never been spanked before, not even as a child. The elders had never allowed it.

Temari let her hand linger on the others behind, softly squeezing the reddened globes as Gaara shifted uncomfortably under her touch.

“You’ve been a very mouthy boy today Gaara. You should be ashamed of yourself, talking to your mistress like that. Are you going to apologize?”

“N-No,” He spat out, even though he knew better than to mouth off to her like that.

“Wrong answer slave, when will you learn to agree and save yourself the pain?”

Her hands disappeared from his backside, causing Gaara to peer over his shoulder through narrowed eyes to see just what she was up to. However it probably would have been best if he hadn’t looked, his eyes widening in alarm when he saw the blonde reach into her holster for a fan.

It was a medium sized fan, larger than something that could be held in the palm of one hand but smaller than the one she hoisted around on her shoulder. Of course it didn’t take a genius to know just what that was for and Gaara started to push away off the desk shaking his head, only to have the blonde grab him by the back of the neck and shove him face first into the hard wood.

“Count slave, 30 strikes for being such a mouthy brat.”

A shiver rain up his spine and Gaara tried not to let himself actually shake with the blonde’s words. His ass was already burning and he couldn’t imagine what it would feel like when she was finished.

The first blow, like her bare handed blow, took him off guard and he jumped, yelping louder than he would have liked to admit. He knew the other was smirking behind him as he stuttered out a weak, ‘one’.

Eleven blows later he was ready to cry, his ass cheeks a rosy red and his face just as red from embarrassment, fury and pain. By twenty five he had started to cry, the tears streaming down his face but he wouldn’t scream. Instead he bit his lip so hard the blood began to stream down his chin.

“T-twenty-eight….” Another painful blow, his ass was throbbing with every harsh beating of his heart. “T-t-twenty n-n-nine….”

When the thirtieth blow didn’t come he snuffled back the tears in confusion and lifted his head to stare at the blonde. Yet the minute he did, he felt it, the fan connecting with his ass and he screamed; a short horse cry of pain.

“No more! No more!” Gaara was barely aware of the begging coming from his mouth, barely above a whisper as he writhed on the blonde’s desk. His ass felt like it was on fire and it wouldn’t stop throbbing, which only made him writhe more and sniffle like a child of five.

Temari’s lips curled upward into a smirk. No one could say they have made Gaara of the sand cry like a child and beg for mercy. No one but her of course. It was a sick triumph over the red head but she basked in the glory of having so much power over her brother, Gaara of the Sand, Kazekage of Suna.

She alone held so much power over someone that over half of her country, including herself had feared for most of their lives. Some might have called it madness, flirting with almost certain death, Kankurou called it playing with fire. But it didn’t matter to her what they thought, it was pleasurable and that was all that counted in her book.

“Stand up.” She nudged one of his legs with her foot. Shakily the red head pushed himself up from the desk, standing there before her with a slightly pained look on his face. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes mistress,” He didn’t let his eyes meet hers, the only sign she received that he was truly sorry for being a mouthy brat.

“Kiss my feet and beg for my forgiveness for wasting my time this afternoon slave,” She sneered at him, but the red head didn’t see it as he dropped heavily to his knees.

Pressing his cheek to the side of her sandaled foot he stared up at her with imploring eyes.

“Please forgive me for wasting your time and being such a cheeky brat mistress…”

“No.” She gave him a hard look, causing the red head to flinch slightly. Wasn’t it enough that he was on his knees, touching her shoe? Did she really mean he had to go through with….that? Gaara made a face, causing Temari to raise an eyebrow. “Do you need more spankings slave? Was that not enough for you?”

“No! I mean- Yes! Mistress…” Gaara whined in the back of his throat. “Please I’m sorry!” He tilted his head, pressing his lips just slightly to the side of her sandal.

Temari chuckled deep in her throat as she placed her foot on his face, shoving him back onto his ass. The red head flinched and hissed under his breath, scrambling to get up off the tender area.

“Come on little brother, lets get you fixed up so you can sit tomorrow. Wouldn’t want those elders to wonder just why their precious Kazekage can’t sit down properly now would we?”

Gaara only shot her an irritated look.