Always In Darkness
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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1,137
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3
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Always In Darkness, Part Three
The boys finally get naked. (YAY COCK!) Gaara is a twisted little fucker. Sasuke is a dirty whore...and an angstmuffin. The Voice In Sasuke's Head is a snarky, cunty queen.
HANDY-DANDY FONT KEY:
italics: Sasuke's thoughts.
bold italics: The Voice In Sasuke's Head.
underlined italics: Gaara's thoughts.
Gaara watches the bound and shaking boy in front of him. Placing his hands on Sasuke's knees, he runs them along the tops of the boy's thighs, stopping at his hips and grasping them tightly. His breathing heavy and erratic, and his cock so hard he could count his pulse by its throbbing, Gaara glides his thumbs along Sasuke's hip bones, and steps in-between his spread legs. Letting out a lustful and acquiescent whimper, Sasuke throws his head back while jutting his hips forward, pressing his groin against Gaara's, then begins to quake with sobs as he grinds against his captor desperately and fervently.
This is...killing me. No no no no...I can't...this can't...no, please...I-
Hush, now! Enjoy the ride.
Monster!
Really, Sasuke, cease your whining. As much as I love hearing you beg, it's useless. You're *almost* ruining this for me.
Grudgingly pulling away, Gaara moved to stand behind Sasuke, snaking his hands around the boy’s waist. He leans into the curve of his neck and pauses for a second, savoring his prey, breathing in his scent.
Enough of that...
Gaara buries his face into Sasuke's nape, viciously sinks his teeth deep into the flesh, and proceeds to tear ravenously at the other boy's shoulder. Sasuke let out a gurgled shriek of agony. Running his hands along Sasuke's waist, Gaara sucks deeply at the wound -making Sasuke howl-, then pulls away to spit a mouthful of gore onto the sandy floor, where he traces a new kanji. The tentacles around Sasuke begin to squeeze and shift, forcing him to his knees. They scrape roughly along his arms, pinning them behind his back so that his elbows meet.
Sasuke clenches his teeth tightly, as if refusing to let his mouth betray him again. He is breathing forcefully through flared nostrils, his eyes wildly rolling around in their sockets, his face covered in a crust of sand, profuse sweat and tears leaving striated, flesh-colored trails down his face. The tendrils around him give a final twitch, then solidiy. Gaara, now standing a hair's-breadth away from the kneeling boy, grabs one of the tie-strings from his pants and pulls on it slowly, extending it to its full length. Holding his arm out in front of him, he grasps the end of the string between thumb and index finger and then grabs Sasuke’s chin, forcing the boy to look up at him.
"You know what comes now, don't you?" he asked his captive. As if on cue, the top of Gaara's pants slid open, his cock nudging itself free to gently plant its swollen head directly on Sasuke's trembling lips.
I like this boy's style.
Sasuke's breath caught for a moment, then he began to tentatively kiss and lick the member that was insistently twitching against his lips. Gaara let out a gruff sigh and reached out with both hands to grab hold of the back of Sasuke's head. Grasping firmly, so the other boy was unable to move, he pushed his cock deeper into the boy's mouth and Sasuke moaned around the phallus as it plunged to the back of his throat. Grabbing a fistful of Sasuke’s bangs, Gaara pulled the boy’s head back, that devious grin returning and - using the sand-tentacles for leverage - he repositioned himself so that his groin was directly above Sasuke's face. He then proceeded to plunge himself deeply and roughly into the other boy's mouth; so deep, in fact, that with every downward thrust, Sasuke's throat bulged outward. Stabbing down a final time, Gaara leaned into Sasuke's mouth, holding himself there, feeling the boy's throat clenching around the head of his cock as he gagged and struggled for air, streams of tears flowing from his blood-shot eyes. Finally, the sadistic sand-ninja pulled out, and Sasuke coughed and sputtered, gasping for air between gagging heaves. Once he calmed himself, Sasuke turned his face up to stare into the other boys eyes, then instantly engulfed the entire length of Gaara’s erection, moaning around the flesh, sucking with a fervent ferocity that jarred the sand ninja.
No virgin, this one. He is claiming me. There is more to this.
Gaara, lost in pleasure and contemplation, felt a sudden tightness in his groin. "E-ENOUGH!", he shouted, roughly pulling away from the shinobi's warm mouth before he was pushed over the edge by its skillful ministrations. He stared at the other boy for a while, then staggered away from him to lean against a wall for a few moments and regain his composure.
Sasuke used this reprieve advantageously as well. He knew Orochimaru's power drew on lust; pure animalistic desire- that was the key. He steeled himself, and focused his will to prepare for what he had to do. Sasuke had a plan.
I *refuse* to be your victim - your vessel- any more!
Oh?
I know you. I know your strength, and your weakness. You're inside me, I know your secrets.
The voice in Sasuke's head laughed manically.
Boy, you could fill the deepest chasm in Kohona with what you *don't* know about me. But by all means, enact your little plan, it should be good for a laugh.
This is the end, *your end*, Orochimaru.
HANDY-DANDY FONT KEY:
italics: Sasuke's thoughts.
bold italics: The Voice In Sasuke's Head.
underlined italics: Gaara's thoughts.
Gaara watches the bound and shaking boy in front of him. Placing his hands on Sasuke's knees, he runs them along the tops of the boy's thighs, stopping at his hips and grasping them tightly. His breathing heavy and erratic, and his cock so hard he could count his pulse by its throbbing, Gaara glides his thumbs along Sasuke's hip bones, and steps in-between his spread legs. Letting out a lustful and acquiescent whimper, Sasuke throws his head back while jutting his hips forward, pressing his groin against Gaara's, then begins to quake with sobs as he grinds against his captor desperately and fervently.
This is...killing me. No no no no...I can't...this can't...no, please...I-
Hush, now! Enjoy the ride.
Monster!
Really, Sasuke, cease your whining. As much as I love hearing you beg, it's useless. You're *almost* ruining this for me.
Grudgingly pulling away, Gaara moved to stand behind Sasuke, snaking his hands around the boy’s waist. He leans into the curve of his neck and pauses for a second, savoring his prey, breathing in his scent.
Enough of that...
Gaara buries his face into Sasuke's nape, viciously sinks his teeth deep into the flesh, and proceeds to tear ravenously at the other boy's shoulder. Sasuke let out a gurgled shriek of agony. Running his hands along Sasuke's waist, Gaara sucks deeply at the wound -making Sasuke howl-, then pulls away to spit a mouthful of gore onto the sandy floor, where he traces a new kanji. The tentacles around Sasuke begin to squeeze and shift, forcing him to his knees. They scrape roughly along his arms, pinning them behind his back so that his elbows meet.
Sasuke clenches his teeth tightly, as if refusing to let his mouth betray him again. He is breathing forcefully through flared nostrils, his eyes wildly rolling around in their sockets, his face covered in a crust of sand, profuse sweat and tears leaving striated, flesh-colored trails down his face. The tendrils around him give a final twitch, then solidiy. Gaara, now standing a hair's-breadth away from the kneeling boy, grabs one of the tie-strings from his pants and pulls on it slowly, extending it to its full length. Holding his arm out in front of him, he grasps the end of the string between thumb and index finger and then grabs Sasuke’s chin, forcing the boy to look up at him.
"You know what comes now, don't you?" he asked his captive. As if on cue, the top of Gaara's pants slid open, his cock nudging itself free to gently plant its swollen head directly on Sasuke's trembling lips.
I like this boy's style.
Sasuke's breath caught for a moment, then he began to tentatively kiss and lick the member that was insistently twitching against his lips. Gaara let out a gruff sigh and reached out with both hands to grab hold of the back of Sasuke's head. Grasping firmly, so the other boy was unable to move, he pushed his cock deeper into the boy's mouth and Sasuke moaned around the phallus as it plunged to the back of his throat. Grabbing a fistful of Sasuke’s bangs, Gaara pulled the boy’s head back, that devious grin returning and - using the sand-tentacles for leverage - he repositioned himself so that his groin was directly above Sasuke's face. He then proceeded to plunge himself deeply and roughly into the other boy's mouth; so deep, in fact, that with every downward thrust, Sasuke's throat bulged outward. Stabbing down a final time, Gaara leaned into Sasuke's mouth, holding himself there, feeling the boy's throat clenching around the head of his cock as he gagged and struggled for air, streams of tears flowing from his blood-shot eyes. Finally, the sadistic sand-ninja pulled out, and Sasuke coughed and sputtered, gasping for air between gagging heaves. Once he calmed himself, Sasuke turned his face up to stare into the other boys eyes, then instantly engulfed the entire length of Gaara’s erection, moaning around the flesh, sucking with a fervent ferocity that jarred the sand ninja.
No virgin, this one. He is claiming me. There is more to this.
Gaara, lost in pleasure and contemplation, felt a sudden tightness in his groin. "E-ENOUGH!", he shouted, roughly pulling away from the shinobi's warm mouth before he was pushed over the edge by its skillful ministrations. He stared at the other boy for a while, then staggered away from him to lean against a wall for a few moments and regain his composure.
Sasuke used this reprieve advantageously as well. He knew Orochimaru's power drew on lust; pure animalistic desire- that was the key. He steeled himself, and focused his will to prepare for what he had to do. Sasuke had a plan.
I *refuse* to be your victim - your vessel- any more!
Oh?
I know you. I know your strength, and your weakness. You're inside me, I know your secrets.
The voice in Sasuke's head laughed manically.
Boy, you could fill the deepest chasm in Kohona with what you *don't* know about me. But by all means, enact your little plan, it should be good for a laugh.
This is the end, *your end*, Orochimaru.