Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

By: Chu-leh

Rped with Crimson Nightmare.

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“Gaara? Gaara? Come on Babe, open your eyes.” A soft hand trailed down his cheek, brushing back damp hair. “Come on babe, wake up.” Gentle touches on his shoulder roused Gaara into wakefulness.

He whimpered. Gods he couldn't believe how pathetic he had just become. What happened? He still couldn't readily understand the whole situation. It was all too new and sudden to him.

Sasuke smiled. “You're okay. You passed out when I slide inside you. Are you okay? It didn't seem Like I was hurting you very much.” Sasuke kissed his forehead. “Are you okay?”

No. I'm not okay. Can't you see, Sasuke? My mind is all over the place. There's pain, everywhere, spontaneously, and then there isn't. Nothing's making sense. I'm afraid. I'm afraid for goodness sakes! “...yes.” Gaara whispered, almost in a trance, with the answer that seemed more logical at the time and given situation. He didn't even know what he was saying anymore.

“Good.” Sasuke kissed his lips chastely. “I love you Gaara. Do you want to keep going, or do you want to stop?” Sasuke asked gently.

“Keep going.” If this was already this far, Gaara wouldn't back out at this point. His mind wasn't as rational as it usually was anymore, and he just wanted... something assuring. He didn't care anymore.

Sasuke frowned. “Are you sure? Don't agree for my sake Gaara.” Sasuke pulled Gaara's nude body into his lap and wrapped his arms around him. The redhead was pressed so tight to his chest, that he could hear the rhythmic thudding of Sasuke's heart. “If you don't want to, even if you're just unsure, we don't have to go any further. Don't worry about what I want. What do you want babe?” Sasuke kissed his temple.

“I want...” Gaara started, but then, he didn't know what it was he wanted. He was a simple boy who could have gone on through his whole life just loving Sasuke through kisses and holding hands. It wasn't what normally should have happened, and so Gaara really didn't want anything in the first place. He just wanted to be loved. If this was love, then, he'll take it with however much amount of confusion and pain comes with it. “...I love you.” he said, as some sort of an answer.

“I love you too.” Sasuke kissed his lips, his hands rubbing soothingly at Gaara's back. “You don't know what you want do you?” Sasuke's eyes were filled with something, a soft sadness maybe, for the other boy.

“...” Gaara looked away, a little ashamed, thinking that it probably troubled Sasuke and he always seemed to do things that troubled Sasuke somehow.

“It's okay.” Sasuke pressed kisses against Gaara's face, his best way to reassure the boy. “Let me change my wording. Did you like the way it felt when I touched you?” Sasuke's hand trailed slowly down Gaara's chest, further and further down, ghosting it's way along his length. “Did you like the way that felt?”

Gaara gasped a little. His body was acting extra sensitive and odd today, and it threw him off balance. He recoiled a little, and yet he wanted it at the same time. “I...” he couldn't hear himself word it, but he nodded, a little scared.

“You're scared.” Sasuke laid Gaara back down, kissing his way slowly down Gaara's body. “I'll go slower this time.” Sasuke's lips pressed against the head of Gaara;s length, lapping at it. “All right?”

Gaara looked back at Sasuke's moving lips warily, but the sensations that attacked him little by little just made him lose his train of thought. He nodded as some sort of automatic response.

“All right.” Sasuke's lips and tongue teased Gaara until he was hard and throbbing in want for release. The younger boy mewled beneath Sasuke, squirming. Sasuke positioned himself at Gaara's entrance once more. “Ready this time?”

He was out of his mind already. It felt... so good... He nodded, face flushed as he bit his lips in fear of the sudden pain again.

“All right. Relax babe.” Leaning down and kissing Gaara, tounges exploring familiar territory. As the redhead lost himself in the kiss, Sasuke slowly pressed inside of Gaara's body. Inch by inch, slowly enough that the boy was able to addapt to the change.

“Ah... ha...” Gaara whimpered, moaning out little breathy sounds that moisted his lips, and a thin sheen of sweat developed. This was impossibly intimate for him. It felt almost like he was being invaded, deep into his bones. Sasuke's invasion felt hot, and foreign. Gaara grabbed onto Sasuke's shoulder as he panted nervously.

“It's okay Babe.” Sasuke kissed the tears that began to gather at the corners of Gaara's eyes. “Relax Babe. Just get used to it. Tell me when you're ready to move, okay Babe?”

“S-Sasuke ” Gaara almost hissed softly through gritted teeth. Horrified that he sounded almost like a girl with wobbly legs, his grip on Sasuke's shoulder tightened, starting to bruise the other boy.

“It's okay Babe, it's okay.” Sasuke soothed, soft kisses. “Relax. Just relax Babe. I'm gonna start really slow, all right?” Seeing Gaara nod, Sasuke began the slowest, steadyiest rocking motion he could.

“Ha... ah...” Gaara bit his lip and tried to kill the little noises leaking out. It hurt, with no preparation it was just a little bit of precum and skin sliding against skin. He was not very good at making the distinction between pain and other sensations at this point, and thus he just went along with it, head bent toward the crook of Sasuke's neck, shakily panting along.

“Shh. It's okay babe.” Sasuke shushed the boy, holding his body tight to his. “I know it hurts, but it'll get better soon. Just relax and be patient.” as Sasuke whispered soft reassuring words to Gaara, he pressed up agianst a spot inside the boy that made him gasp and arch.

What... what was that?! Gaara turned large, glazed over eyes to Sasuke in confusion. The normal fighter within him wanted to fight the sensation since it was so... different, but his whole body screamed 'I WANT THAT I WANT THAT!' He shuddered and on an impulse he bit Sasuke's shoulder and rocked back against the thick erection perched inside between his legs.

Sasuke smirked, not even feeling the hard bite to his shoulder. “Felt good didn't it?” Sasuke asked, starting to pick up the speed a little, concentrating on hitting that spot again. His hand snaked between the two sweating bodies, starting to stroke Gaara's erection in time with his thrusts.

“Oh... god... heh... Sasuke ” Gaara moaned loudly now, rocking back against each thrust quickly, pale legs wounding around the other's body to drive the erection deeper into himself. Fuck... it felt so good... he could almost feel his head spinning, losing all control, and his hands gripped the other boy tightly as he panted against Sasuke.

Sasuke smirked, quickening his pace will a small grunt. Sasuke nibbled at Gaara's ear, he whispered huskily. “Come on Babe.” Pulling away, he pressed a hard, passionate kiss to Gaara's lips. He looked deep into Gaara's hazy eyes. “I love you Gaara.”

“I...” Gaara squirmed against the penetration needily, his whole body shuddered excitedly when he felt the teeth grazing against his ear. He vaguely wondered when his body had become so vulnerable to these sensations. “...love you...” he shuddered, and came. Inexperienced as he was, it was short, but felt out of the world to him.

Sasuke grunted, releasing into Gaara's body. Panting, he brushed the hair away from Gaara's face and placed a chaste lips to his lips. “Gaara?” Sasuke said softly into the boy's ear.

Panting, flushed, Gaara could only lean against Sasuke's soft, black, velvety hair tiredly. “.....what?”

Sasuke's lips twisted into a cruel smile. “Did you enjoy betraying my little brother's trust in you?” Itachi looked down at Gaara, eyes whirling with the sharingan.

Gaara's body froze. He was afraid to look back up, because then he find out something's wrong, because obviously something was wrong. The other boy's softened cock hadn't even slid out from inside him, and now suddenly, reasons abandoned, he just wanted to get away. ....His hands and feet won't move. They're frozen. Oh god what is going on Sasuke tell me everything's alright... “What...?” there was so much sadness in his eyes, as he managed to force out that one word. Good dreams were just that after all. Dreams. Apparently, it always must turn into nightmares.

Itachi snorted. “Pathetic.” He forced Gaara's eyes open.

It didn't matter now. Someone other than Sasuke fucked him, and all he could do was freeze on the person's lap like a frightened whore. “I'll kill you.” he said quietly.

“You forget you're in my world. You can not do anything unless I give you permission.” Itachi's hand reached down and idly began to pump Gaara's length. The boy was unable to move, and was quickly growing hard against his will.

“Tell me, do you think that my brother would still want you now? Now that you've betrayed his trust for you and slept with another, would he really want a whore like you?” Itachi's hand drew a whimper of pleasure from Gaara.

“You would disgust him.”

“K... I'll kill you...” Gaara gritted his teeth, whimpering, tears threatening to leak out, but he wouldn't let the fucker get that advantage. He wouldn't give him the chance. Moans were hissed out from between his lips, and he bit down on his own lip hard enough to draw a small stream of blood again.

Itachi snorted. “I'd like to see you try.” With one last, hard jerk, Gaara released into his hand.

He forced his cum soaked fingers into Gaara's mouth, as he whispered dark words, words that his sharingan made sure embedded themselves into Gaara's mind.

“You weren't even raped. You willing gave in, said yes every time I gave you the option of stopping. I even tried to talk you out of it, and you still wanted to go on. Sasuke won't want anything to do with you anymore. Sasuke hates you now.”

Gaara was shaking. Out of rage, out of fear, out of an impossible amount of anxiety. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This WASN'T HAPPENING DAMMIT!! Cum dripped down from his chin, and he glared at Itachi with such murderous intent that tears broke through his hold and dripped down onto his lap. “That ... wasn't ... that... I...” his heart was pounding so hard that he had trouble breathing. He started hyperventilating, paling quickly, he managed to puke over Itachi's shoulder, as it was the only direction he could move even a little.

Itachi wrinkled his nose, but the vomit quickly disappeared.

“If you are so intent that you didn't agree and that you didn't betray my brother, I suppose I will have to make your actions more clear, won't I?” And Itachi shoved himself harshly into Gaara's abused opening. He would not allow the boy the mercy of blacking out this time.

To his horror, Gaara cried out. The tear that the sudden penetration made on the muscles that were just heavily stretched made him choke, and cough as tears ran down his cheeks freely. “F-fuck you!” he cried, biting his lip as each slam made his whole body shudder.

“I believe you're the one being fucked.” Itachi said without feeling as he pounded harshly into Gaara's body. He continued this for a long while, bringing forth tears and blood, before releasing his scalding seed into the boy’s passageway.

“Can you still claim that you did not betray my brother?” Itachi asked Gaara.

Gaara whimpered in pain. His body was now almost devoid of all strength to scream. His throat felt raw and he shivered continuously. He was in deep shock again. “I... Sasuke...” he cried, and to his horror, he could only do that. Cry helplessly. It was almost as if he wasn't himself anymore. He looked blankly onto the side, and slowly felt as if all sensations left him mentally.

Itachi looked down at the boy without the least bit of emotion. As the boy sobbed himself into a state where he lost touch with the world, Itachi let the Sharingan fade.

Gaara laid on Sasuke's bed, blood and semen staining the sheets as tears stained his cheeks.

Without a backwards glance, Itachi left in a puff of smoke; leaving Gaara to be found by his foolish little brother, who though he would allow him any happens.

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In his dream, there was a child. It almost seemed as if it was him, but not really. His eyes were so vulnerable. It couldn't be him. “Who are you?” he asked, and the child looked up.

“Don't talk to me. Leave me alone!” the child screamed, and then hid his head between his bent knees, shaking.

“...” A question mark popped up in his mind, 'what the hell?' Then, he saw it. The boy's face. It was crumbling into bits and pieces of hardened sand shell. He was breaking down.

“I broke again!” The boy breathed, staring at his own broken fingers and wrist in horror, and then turning his eyes to Gaara, in what seemed like pure venom, hatred, “It's all your fault!!!”

And Gaara snapped his eyes open.

“Gaara. Are you okay?” Sasuke's face looked down at the boy worriedly. When he had arrived at the scene with Naruto (the three were gonna spend the night together hanging out and watching movies) and when he found Gaara in such a position, he nearly panicked. He had just hastily pulled the blanket over Gaara as some form of modesty while Naruto took off running for help.

“It's okay Babe, I promise.” Sasuke's hand touched Gaara's cheek. “Naruto went for help.”

“...” Gaara looked at Sasuke, half in relief, and half in terror. What if... what if this wasn't real, again? What if...

And even if it really was Sasuke, the little boy screaming at the back of his head just told him. All his fault. All his fault. He was now just a fucked up broken shell. He was not okay.

“... Are you real, Sasuke?” Gaara asked quietly, after a little while of silence. Almost a real question, but nothing could be trusted anymore. That wasn't a question, then. That was a jab. It didn't matter if it was real anymore. It just couldn't be trusted.

“Of course I'm real.” Sasuke said as gently as he could. His hand continued to brush down the side of Gaara's face hoping to sooth the distressed boy. “What happened Gaara? Who did this to you?”

There was a name itching at the back of his mind, but it couldn't be, it just couldn't.

Gaara gave Sasuke a strange look. “Of course you're real.” he restated, under toning the obvious opposite. He jerked away from the gentle touch defensively, and glared at Sasuke, as if he didn't know him anymore.

Sasuke openly winced. He knew what happened to Gaara. It didn't take a genius to figure out what all the blood and Gaara's hostility meant.

“I am real Gaara. I promise you.” Sasuke raised his hand, but didn't quiet touch Gaara. “Please tell me, who did this to you?” Because I'll kill him. Sasuke swore to himself, not wanting to say it in front of Gaara just yet. I will kill him so painfully that he wished he was never born.

Gaara gave the other boy another strange smile. “Guess.”

After all, Sasuke couldn't guess that Sasuke did it, right?

“I don't know Gaara.” Sasuke took a deep breath. “Please, please tell me. I swear I'll get whoever did this to you.”

Sasuke had never been this frustrated before, never this mad or stressed, or pained. It was on a level that was almost akin to the day his entire plan was murdered. It brought back memories of his dead family, he could even smell his brother's chakra...

His chakra...

Sasuke's eyes widened, it couldn't, it just couldn't be.

“Gaara... Did my aniki do this to you?” His voice trembled. It couldn't be, it just couldn't have been Itachi.

Gaara only looked back at him, wondering what in the world Sasuke was talking about. If Sasuke was Itachi, why would he refer to himself as 'aniki?’ “Saa...” who knows. Who knows, Gaara said, almost smiling in a sickly calm manner.

“Gaara, please, tell me.” Sasuke gripped Gaara's hand. The look on his boyfriend's face, the lack of response, that sickly smile. “Please, tell me what happened.”

“Hnn.” Gaara said, in a suddenly uncharacteristically lower and cold tone. “I really don't know why my brother lowered himself to have a boyfriend. Love is nothing but a distraction.” his hand slipped around Sasuke's pale neck, and gripped hard enough to leave bruises in it.

Sasuke didn't wince at the touch. His eyes widening. “Oh god...” Sasuke dropped his hands. “He didn't... Oh god Gaara.” He looked up at Gaara. “Don't believe anything he said. He lied to you Gaara. Whatever he said, it was a lie!”

“Tell me, what did my foolish little brother tell you about me?” Gaara said, sounding exactly like Itachi as he released Sasuke's throat in favor of tangling his fingers in the black velvety locks. “He did tell you what I did, did he? Did he tell you I would take away everything that meant anything to him, so he would grow stronger?”

Sasuke winced from the words. “Gaara, don't. Please.”

It wasn't right. He should be worried about Gaara. Gaara was the one who was hurt, the one who had been attacked.

But those words, he could hear his brother speaking them, see the look on his face as he stood over their parents' slain bodies.

Despite his best efforts, he couldn't hold back the tears that were pricking at his eyes.

“Do you know what I'm going to do to you?” Gaara said, eyes glinting. “I suppose rape would be the right word.” he chuckles coldly. “I'm going to take you away from my brother, break you so he can never have you again. He was foolish to believe that I would allow any happiness in his life.”

Sasuke clutched at his head, ignoring the grip Gaara still had on it. “Stop it.” his voice quivered.

“Your body is currently 150% more sensitive as it usually is. Prepare yourself.” with those words, Gaara leaned over and pressed his lips against Sasuke's. His actions cold and mechanical.

“If you're so found of your memories of my foolish little brother, perhaps I should just help you make a few more.” he continued, beginning to kiss his way down Sasuke's neck.

Sasuke jerked away as though Gaara's touch burned. He fell off of the side of the bed and collapsed on the floor. “Stop it, don't touch me. Don't touch me!” Sasuke recoiled away.

Suddenly, Gaara's voice changed into a very scared, whimpering tone, his glassy green eyes widened as if in fear of the air before his face. “Stop it! Sasuke! Stop it stop it stop it! Don't! No! NO PLEASE DON'T DO IT!!”

The door opened with a crash; Naruto, Tsunade, and Shizune entering.

“Naruto, get Sasuke out of here! Shizune, help me with Gaara! Move it!” She and Shizune focused on Gaara, trying to stop him from trashing, as Naruto tried to drag Sasuke out of the room.

“Come on teme!” Naruto gritted though his teeth, dragging the boy harder.

Sasuke struggled. “No, don't touch me! Leave Gaara alone! Let go, let go, let go!” Sasuke twisted and fought, but Naruto managed to drag him out of the room, and slammed the door shut.

“...Sasuke? Do you love me?” Gaara's eyes, tears falling, were unnaturally bright, looking at the air before him, where Sasuke was supposed to be. He was smiling eerily, and it was as if the other people in the room weren't there. He continued. “I'm so glad. Sasuke. But don't hurt me. I'll...” he blacked out. He'll break. Like the empty sand shell inside his mind. Piece by piece. Grain by grain.

Sasuke struggled against Naruto in the other room. “Let go of me dobe! I need to get to Gaara! I need to-“

“You don't need to do anything teme!” Naruto shouted. “Just let the old hag and Shizune take care of Gaara.


“But...” Sasuke trembled, tears still falling. “I need to help him.”

Naruto sighed, holding his best friend's trembling body to him. “I know Sasuke, I know.”

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“How is he?” Sasuke stood up, almost plowing Tsunade over when she exited the room. They had decided not to go to a hospital to avoid the possibility of Gaara losing it and killing everyone.

“He's fine. He's finally gotten a hold of himself.” Tsunade sighed. It had been a long, hard time convincing Gaara that he was fine.

“Can I see him?” Sasuke held his breath. He had to see Gaara, had to touch him with his own two hands and make sure he was okay.

Tsunade nodded. “I convinced him that Itachi was the one who did everything, but if he starts to panic, leave him alone and send someone else it. I'll have Kakashi and Iruka come over in a bit to guard you all.” Tsunade and Shizune left the Uchiha alone with only Naruto as a guard until Kakashi and Iruka arrived.

Taking a deep breath, Sasuke entered the room.

“Gaara?” he asked cautiously.

He looked at the clouds and began to slowly understand why Temari's boyfriend (what was his name again, Gaara thought) liked watching it so much. It was carelessly peaceful.

The door opened, and he didn't turn. He felt Sasuke's presence. “...”

“Gaara, please talk to me.” Sasuke almost pleaded. He couldn't see Gaara like this, so small and vulnerable.

And it was al his fault, It was all because of his horrible, brother.

Gaara always had a very glassy look in his eyes. He memorized everything, and he learned everything that he observed. Slowly, he turned his glassy green eyes up to Sasuke, and simply stared at him. “Hi, Sasuke.” he said quietly, not really particularly excited to see him, or detested to see him. Just gazing at Sasuke blankly. Waiting. For something he didn't even know. He never knew what he wanted in the first place.

Sasuke stepped closer, placing his hand on Gaara's experimentally. “Hey Babe. How are you doing?”

Please don't push me away, Sasuke prayed

Gaara inwardly shuddered, but eternally, he simply looked back up at Sasuke. “...” he turned away. “They healed me.” he stated mechanically. Healed physically. Of course they did.

Unable to detect any discomfort on Gaara's part, Sasuke carefully wrapped his arms around Gaara's shoulders from behind. “That's not what I meant Gaara. You know it.” he mumbled into Gaara's shoulder

This was Sasuke. Gaara reminded himself. Yet his shoulders still trembled slightly. He couldn't control that. “I know.” he said quietly. Looking at the clouds outside, he suddenly said to Sasuke. “Take me outside, Sasuke?” It was a plead that sounded very weak and very potent at the same time.

Sasuke felt the vibrations of Gaara's shaking, and loosened his grip. Hearing Gaara's plea, he answered. “Sure. Just stay near me, all right?”

He lead Gaara out of the house, knowing that Kakashi and Iruka, and probably a few more anbu were stationed around the house, and followed them into the spacious backyard.

“Is here okay?” He asked Gaara. His hand squeezed Gaara's.

Gaara found that he couldn't let go of Sasuke's hand. That must have meant something, because that was his favorite thing to do in the world, even if Itachi managed to find out. “Sure.” Gaara looked at the clouds, and laid back, behaving just like Shikamaru. He tried to understand what the genius felt when he looked at the clouds. Must be a good feeling.

Sasuke laid on the ground next to Gaara, looking up at the clouds with him.

He had another reason to kill Itachi now. He would make sure the other Uchiha paid for all the Uchihas that had lost their lives, for every sin he had ever committed, and now, especially for what he had done to Gaara.

Tentatively, he squeezed Gaara's hand.

He wanted to reassure himself the boy was still there next to him.

“...” Gaara moved a little so he could lean his head against the side of Sasuke's shoulder. He would accept what was before him now, and simply live.

“... Will you take me to the movies sometimes, Sasuke?” he asked.

Never had Sasuke succeeded in making Gaara go out and socialize with normal folk before.

Sasuke blinked in surprise, before he moved his arm so Gaara's head could rest on it, wrapping his arm around Gaara.

“Sure.” he said, not quiet sure what else to say to the redheaded ninja. “We can go whenever you want.”

Sasuke shifted as Gaara moved a bit closer. It looked like things were really going to be all right.

“... ok.” Gaara replied. Just let it float and let it be. The clouds were very careless today. Gaara closed his eyes and felt just how real Sasuke was.

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Hope you enjoyed it everyone.

Ja min’na-san!