Like It Or Not

Gaara’s hands slid slowly over Sasuke’s quivering, sweat-slicked stomach and chest, coming to rest by his head. Gaara held himself there for a long moment, staring down at him. Sasuke closed his eyes, unwilling to look his tormentor in the eyes, but he could feel the redhead’s hot breath on his cheek. He flinched when he felt a tongue against his lips. Gaara caught Sasuke’s lower lip between his teeth almost breaking the skin. Sasuke was painfully aware of the hardness pressing into his stomach. Gaara rolled off of Sasuke, who opened his eyes to see Gaara standing over him, between his spread legs. Languidly, Gaara pulled his shirt off, revealing the flat planes and hard angles of abs, pecs and collarbone. Though still lanky, Gaara had filled out considerably and he lacked the emaciated hollows of Sasuke’s undernourished form. He threw the shirt aside carelessly and his nimble fingers toyed with the waistband of his pants; Sasuke watched in horrified fascination as Gaara exposed his erect cock.

Grinning toothily Gaara said, “I’ll be back in a moment, pet, don’t worry.” Sasuke strained to watch as Gaara went quickly to his abandoned pack and fetched something. Sasuke couldn’t see what; it was hidden in the redhead’s closed fist. Gaara returned to Sasuke, crouching between his legs. “Miss me?” The sand holding Sasuke’s ankles loosened its grip. Gaara caught his knees and pressed them up toward Sasuke’s chest. Sasuke was still too weak and dazed to protest the treatment, though a small part of him knew what was coming next. Hooking Sasuke’s legs over his shoulders, Gaara poured oil over his fingers and pressed them against Sasuke’s entrance. Sasuke twitched but made no sound. Gaara kissed the inside of Sasuke’s knee lightly, mockingly, daring him to protest. Pouring more oil on to the tight ring of muscle, a finger teased the sensitive skin, intruding into the most private part of Sasuke. Involuntarily, Sasuke clenched against the invasion.

Gaara nipped him. “Relax, Sasuke, it will be easier for you if you do.” With effort, Sasuke willed himself to release the tight muscles. “Good boy.” A single finger slid far into Sasuke’s heat. Sasuke whimpered as another joined the first, feeling himself stretch. It hurt and he struggled to hold still. For a moment Gaara held still, then slowly withdrew, and Sasuke thought he might be finished, but the fingers suddenly thrust home again. This time Sasuke cried out, partly with discomfort but also with a jolt of pleasure as Gaara hit something inside him. Sasuke felt his groin tighten with renewed arousal.

The sand suddenly released him and it took Sasuke a moment to notice his abrupt freedom. Gaara paused, his probing fingers deep within Sasuke. Sasuke opened his eyes in surprise and lowered his aching arms, stiff muscles protesting the movement. He held his breath, bracing himself for Gaara’s next move, unable to anticipate the sand-nin’s intentions.
Green eyes bore into his. “Fight,” Gaara whispered. “Fight if you’re going to.” The invading fingers pushed a little further. “Maybe I’ll stop. Or maybe I won’t. But then you would be broken only in body- not in mind. What is a little pain to Uchiha Sasuke?” Slowly Gaara pressed his lips against Sasuke’s collarbone, barely more than the lightest of caresses. “So fight, Sasuke....or submit.” Sasuke felt more than heard the words.

There was a terrible moment of conflict in which all his instincts as a ninja warred with desires only half-understood. Slowly but with resolve, Sasuke lifted his head, catching Gaara’s lips in a kiss, opening his mouth in invitation. He moaned a protest when the fingers left, leaving him empty. He watched with impatience and anxiety as Gaara slicked his own erection with more oil. Gaara went slowly, but the pain was still impressive. Once completely sheathed, Gaara paused letting Sasuke adjust. The pain lessened and Sasuke, nodded slightly, “Do it.” Gaara pulled out and thrust in again, filling Sasuke completely. Pain was quickly overridden by waves of pleasure. Nothing existed but the two of them, and Sasuke was beyond all thought of reality. There was no past and no future.

With a shudder and cry Sasuke came and Gaara followed a moment after. Gaara lay heavily on top of him for a moment, before rolling to the side, ignoring the spent Sasuke. Reality returned as Sasuke came down off his orgasmic high. He considered escape; he chances were better now with the sand-nin off-guard. But he knew it was futile, Gaara would track him down wherever he fled. And he deserved this: this punishment, this shame. He’d broken every vow he’d ever made. Worse still he’d betrayed his only friends, those who never would have betrayed him. Though even he didn’t realize it, through the shame and abuse Sasuke hoped to find absolution.

“Get washed, you’re disgusting.” Gaara’s voice broke through Sasuke’s self-pitying thoughts. Sasuke blushed hotly, white skin turning crimson. Biting off a retort he rose stiffly and tried to make his way to the banks of the creek with as much dignity as he could muster, which wasn’t much as he was having trouble walking normally and his inner thighs were slick.

When he returned after washing off as best he could and gathering his discarded clothes, Gaara was waiting, dressed and apparently he’d bathed as well- his red hair was wet. He looked coolly at Sasuke. “Here.” He tossed something and Sasuke caught it deftly. Food. “You’re too thin. You look like a drowned rat.” Sasuke bristled under the criticism. Gaara saw it and laughed.

“Fuck you,” Sasuke spat. Before he could blink, Gaara had him laid out on the ground, wrists pinned with one hand, the other lightly tracing the side of his face.

“Wouldn’t you like to, Sasuke-chan?” Gaara captured Sasuke’s mouth before he could think of a fitting reply. Despite what he’d just been through, Sasuke was surprised. The kiss was gentle and sweet, Gaara’s tongue swept over his lips and into his mouth softly. Sasuke hesitated for a moment, then tentatively answered, pressing closer to Gaara, seeking comfort in the tender touch.

That was when Gaara bit him. Hard. Sasuke jumped and pulled back, licking his bleeding lip. Gaara stood, crossing his hands over his chest. “You’re not just a whore- you’re an idiot as well.”