Bet for the Fuck

Disclaimer- I, in no way, shape, or form, have anything to do with Naruto…. Though I wish I did…..

Warning- This chapter is going to include some depressing stuff so live with me.

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‘Thought’
“speaking”
Like a flashback just from another persons point of view

Note: if it says ~*Devils Angel POV*~ its like the anyone’s POV only called Devils Angel’s because I wrote it….

I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.

-Bury Me with It; Modest Mouse

~*Devils Angle POV*~

Slim legs thrown carelessly off the side of the bed, a taunt stomach bent over and bunched, slim fingers scrunched in red hair, silent tears dripping off a usually proudly held chin- palms pressed against eyes and the pink mouth shifted muttering silently, cursing the body it belonged to.

Clothing scattered the floor, obviously chucked off in fury, only loosely held pants clung to the boys hips pressed against the leg by a lean arm. In the pale fingers a razor dripped, the splash of freshly spilt blood drip dripping on a white carpet lapped up by scattered sand.

Ruggedly torn cuts danced over the arm, twining around in deep slashes and oozing blood tinted black by the light.

“So fucking stupid…. Hopeless… all alone…. No one cares…. Assholes… why should they- after all- all you are is a monster…” Humorless mutters tore deeper then the cuts, slicing pitilessly at the boy’s heart, tearing at his soul.

With a sudden jerk the head snapped up exposing the scream beneath the lies, under the mask and at the soul- seeing threw all the lies. The hand clenched around the razor dropped and the cramped muscles stretched as he yanked himself to his feet his eyes never leaving the window.

Hands are flung carelessly out a window, followed by a body, barely balancing on the edge of the ledge, hands are thrown to the sky in the silent scream of ‘why?’ as blood spins down his arms, tracing across his stomach.

A soft grin spreads dangerously across lips, baring white teeth as he casts one arm and down in a mocking bow bringing it back to his mouth to kisses his bloodied fingers.

Stepping back he re-extends the slashed arm, letting moon light wash over it. Slowly skin rustles pulling and tugging, fusing together in an enthralling dance of molecules.

Leaning back he slips away the last sight in the night is a flash of shadow scampering across the way.

~*Sasuke from Devil’s Angel POV*~

Sasuke tipped his head up, locks of elegant hair swaying softly, watching the delicate body creep out the window. Red eyes narrow slightly as the boy tosses his hands up to sky, pleading silently.

Muscles ripple under the silky skin as he drinks in every last detail, savoring this moment to just gaze at the predatory boy. He watches silently, tracing the carvings with his eyes, scowling in discontent.

Beautiful green eyes catch his breath, hitching it in his throat as the sadistic grin he had first seen under the presence of a battle blurred the screaming features.

Mockingly Sasuke bowed, tipping all the way over in a half fold position and straightening to watch the other boy copy his mocking bow.

Holding up the carved arm Gaara’s grin grew, dancing father across his face as the skin pulled together, knitting the cuts on the outside- but never on the inside.

With a nod of his fiery head and a last glance at the shadowed Sasuke he slipped back into his room- Sasuke could almost hear the taunting dare under the innocent actions that had been preformed in front of him.

Silently agreeing, not willing to be beaten by the smaller boy… especially now that Neji had a bet with him; he followed, scampering in a less then dignified way to the door of Gaara’s apartment.

~*Gaara from Devils Angel POV*~

Light footsteps, almost disappearing into the soles of converses, whispered across the night air, alerting anyone who bothered to listen closely that someone was treading their way up the stairs.

A small smile crept across the doll like face of a sadistic boy, almost driven insane by the mutterings of the demon in his mind. The boy considered, with a grim regard, that if he hadn’t drawn the blood from his arms he wouldn’t of stirred the demon.

He knew if he didn’t satisfy the lusting need of mating poring out of his ‘inner self’ he’d end up fucking some random person so hard he’s kill them, then unsatisfied with a dead mate he’s move on; screwing everything that walked until one of them lived. Not a happy option.

That’s probably why he was leaning by the door, flicking his eyes over the various toys that had been purchased for such…. desperate times like these. Cloths, bondage, chains, handcuffs, various fucking devises, cock rings, and who knows what else had been brought out- not all by choice- as he waited for his victim to descend upon his door.

Luckily- or unluckily depending on who’s opinion- he didn’t have to wait long. This prey was easy- he wouldn’t back down from a challenge, sure he’s think about it but if put in the right terms… then he would come with out TO big of a fuss.

He could feel the doubt washing from the boy on the other side of the door, like ocean waves crashing during a storm; before he could change his mine Gaara took a deep breath, readying his self to fuck the boy out of his dignity… and probably till he couldn’t stand, he pulled open the door and yanked Sasuke inside.

~* Sasuke from Devils Angel POV*~

Tipping his head to the side dark hair swished lightly, dancing across a black shirt making him look more like a shadow then a person standing in front of a door.

He raised a pale fist to knock then froze, bringing it down to the door knob he was tempted to just open it… or should he use the doorbell? Choices, Choices.

He was saved the job of choosing as the door banged open- not even long enough to see the man standing behind it before the front of his shirt was snatched and he was dragged inside, to stunned to fight.

Squinting slightly Sasuke grabbed the hand fisted in his shirt and tugged at it, silently insisting it to release its hold.

If his face hadn’t been tipped down he probably would have seen it coming, would have flew out the door without another thought- but of course he didn’t see the flickering of the sand around his feet or the glint in the boys eyes- no he was to busy tugging at his shirt.

He did however notice when sand shot up and grabbed his wrist, yanking them apart and pulling him none too gently against the door. This was the point in time when he had the genius idea of looking up.

Barely able to make out the silhouette of the boy he glared, pulling at the sand that clung to his wrist.

“Gaara? What the hell are you-” His angery statement was cut short as chapped lips pressed softly against his and pale fingers tugged at his sides, slipping under his shirt and teasing his flesh.

For a moment he was shocked and after a slight hesitation he used his own petal soft lips and shifted his lips harder, pressing more insistently against Gaara’s- only to try and yank back when Gaara’s teeth took a possessive chomp on his bottom lip.

~*Gaara’s POV*~

Sweet, spicy blood trailed inside his mouth trickling gently across his noticeable chapped lips, slipping in every crevasse and cut. God- if this wasn’t just to please HIM I would have done this myself.

He tasted like spiced apples, crisp like freshly picked apples, placed in cinnamon and sugar… delicious.

His torso shifted as muscles bunched and shuddered, his head moving away from mine. I couldn’t stop the smirk from crossing my lips. Pulling my hands away from his body I pinned them securely beside his waist, leaving my thumbs to tease the flesh.

God he was hott, he groan that slipped out of his lips was deep, almost husky- fucking hott. This was the boy I was craving right now, this work of art pinned under me as I sucked his top lip into my mouth, nibbling on it before letting it slip away.

I could have- and would have if I wasn’t lusting his so badly- laughed at his expression. For a moment it seemed to hold disappointment but, Sasuke being the dick he is, hid it behind a scowl.

This was a good time to make my move- let himself shoot the bullet in his own foot.

“How would you like to play a game?” Tracing my hand across his chest I tweaked a nipple, chuckling at the sour face he made before trickling my fingers across his face.

“Fuck you.” Haha, trust Sasuke to set himself up for failure.

“No Sake-chan,” Using my other hand I rolled the one of his pecks between my fingers, lazily enjoying the feeling of his flesh growing taunt. “I’ll be the one doing the fucking.”

If possible the Ice Princess grew paler as the hint of a rosy blush touched his cheeks. “No fucking way. I will NOT have ANYTHING up my ass.”

“Trust me, you’ll love it.” Grinning I tucked my head between his shoulder and neck, sucking on the joint of flesh, rolling it across my teeth before massaging it with my tongue.

“And if I don’t?” IT wasn’t suppose to be a question, even Naruto could have figured that out.

“That’s too bad.” Pulling away I smiled at him, a smile reserved just for him. “Because you don’t have a choice.”

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And it's true we named our children
after towns that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
like black Cadillac’s outside a funeral.
-Black Cadillac; Modest Mouse

Devils Angel- Sorry to cut that short but its too late and I wouldn’t be able to write a good slash in there if I typed it now. If that sucked tell me- but you GOTTA tell me what I can do to make it better. PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU WANT TO SEE SOMETHING SPECIFIC IN THIS STORY!!!!!

I’m changing the plot a little, Gaara’s going to become a bigger part in this so please don’t bite my head off.