Always In Darkness
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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3
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Always In Darkness, Part Four
Summary: Sasuke==devious and horny angstmuffin held prisoner by Gaara, Gaara==reluctant pervert with a hard-on and a soft spot for Sasuke, Orochimaru==the dirty old man in Sasuke's head. This chappy has a slight amount of fluff to it, but stick with it. I promise, the next chap will be smut-tastic.
HANDY-DANDY FONT KEY:
italics: Sasuke's thoughts.
bold italics: The Voice In Sasuke's Head.
underlined italics: Gaara's thoughts.
Gaara walked slowly toward his captive, drinking in the sight of him. As bloody and dirt-streaked as he was, he was still a vision to behold. He stops in front of the boy and grins; amazingly, Sasuke returns the favor with a docile smirk of his own. Quite taken aback, Gaara stares intently into the other's dark eyes, searching for the reason behind this abrupt change in Sasuke.
I could lose myself in you, Uchiha.
His mind goes into a kind of reverie, lost in the black depths of Sasuke's eyes. He is inexorably drawn towards the boy, and leans in to kiss him. Sasuke returns the kiss with a passion that was not there before. Sure, there was lust in the other kisses...this was...different. Gaara reels, and falls to his knees. The two shinobi hungrily feed at each other's mouths, lips violently colliding, tongues frantically clashing and coiling about each other.
Sasuke snaps his head violently away from the embrace, looks at Gaara from the corner of his eye and says in a docile tone, "Let me loose, I won't resist you. I don't want to." He stares penetratingly into Gaara's eyes. The other boy sits, still and silent. Sasuke waits.
What good do you think-
Hush, now. Enjoy the ride...it will be your last.
You.....insolent...little...I should have never spurned Kabuto....
Orochimaru's sigh echoes in Sasuke's head.
And now, impotent serpent, you will see all I have learned from you.
Gaara finally breaks the silence and whispers unsteadily, "W-why me, why now?"
"You're the only one worthy of me, Sabaku no Gaara. Now set me free so I can give to you what you truly deserve."
Gaara's mind was a maelstrom. He remembers finding Sauke's wounded, unconscious body at the edge of the desert. He still doesn't know what possessed him to take him in, to see to his wounds. He mockingly dismissed the frail tendrils of emotion that rose feebly to the surface as he looked at the limp body of the Konoha prodigy. Nevertheless, he cared for him for weeks on end. He bathed him, dressed him, sat by his bed and calmed him during his fits of delirium. Sasuke would flail, scream and cry out in his fugue-like state. Always the same name. Always Orochimaru.
As the weeks passed, Gaara began to feel resentful of Sasuke's presence. He fantasized about torturing the boy. He moved the unconscious body to a dungeon cell. He would still sit near his supine form, but now he would stare daggers at him as lay there. He would still grasp the other boy's hand, but he would squeeze it to almost the point of breaking every time Sasuke let out that agonized cry: Orochimaru!...No!...I love you! Then yesterday, Sasuke woke up. Now all of his fantasies -played out so many times in his head as he sat with Sasuke- had come to life just as he had imagined. Until things were stopped dead in their tracks by a pair of huge black eyes, and words from a soft pink mouth. Words that even Gaara wouldn't have summoned up in his wildest fantasies. Words that, he now had no choice but to admit, he wanted to hear.
"Gaara...", Sasuke whispered softly against the other boy's mouth, then gently sucked on the sand ninja's lower lip, and ran his tongue along the inner edge. "...Gaara..."
HANDY-DANDY FONT KEY:
italics: Sasuke's thoughts.
bold italics: The Voice In Sasuke's Head.
underlined italics: Gaara's thoughts.
Gaara walked slowly toward his captive, drinking in the sight of him. As bloody and dirt-streaked as he was, he was still a vision to behold. He stops in front of the boy and grins; amazingly, Sasuke returns the favor with a docile smirk of his own. Quite taken aback, Gaara stares intently into the other's dark eyes, searching for the reason behind this abrupt change in Sasuke.
I could lose myself in you, Uchiha.
His mind goes into a kind of reverie, lost in the black depths of Sasuke's eyes. He is inexorably drawn towards the boy, and leans in to kiss him. Sasuke returns the kiss with a passion that was not there before. Sure, there was lust in the other kisses...this was...different. Gaara reels, and falls to his knees. The two shinobi hungrily feed at each other's mouths, lips violently colliding, tongues frantically clashing and coiling about each other.
Sasuke snaps his head violently away from the embrace, looks at Gaara from the corner of his eye and says in a docile tone, "Let me loose, I won't resist you. I don't want to." He stares penetratingly into Gaara's eyes. The other boy sits, still and silent. Sasuke waits.
What good do you think-
Hush, now. Enjoy the ride...it will be your last.
You.....insolent...little...I should have never spurned Kabuto....
Orochimaru's sigh echoes in Sasuke's head.
And now, impotent serpent, you will see all I have learned from you.
Gaara finally breaks the silence and whispers unsteadily, "W-why me, why now?"
"You're the only one worthy of me, Sabaku no Gaara. Now set me free so I can give to you what you truly deserve."
Gaara's mind was a maelstrom. He remembers finding Sauke's wounded, unconscious body at the edge of the desert. He still doesn't know what possessed him to take him in, to see to his wounds. He mockingly dismissed the frail tendrils of emotion that rose feebly to the surface as he looked at the limp body of the Konoha prodigy. Nevertheless, he cared for him for weeks on end. He bathed him, dressed him, sat by his bed and calmed him during his fits of delirium. Sasuke would flail, scream and cry out in his fugue-like state. Always the same name. Always Orochimaru.
As the weeks passed, Gaara began to feel resentful of Sasuke's presence. He fantasized about torturing the boy. He moved the unconscious body to a dungeon cell. He would still sit near his supine form, but now he would stare daggers at him as lay there. He would still grasp the other boy's hand, but he would squeeze it to almost the point of breaking every time Sasuke let out that agonized cry: Orochimaru!...No!...I love you! Then yesterday, Sasuke woke up. Now all of his fantasies -played out so many times in his head as he sat with Sasuke- had come to life just as he had imagined. Until things were stopped dead in their tracks by a pair of huge black eyes, and words from a soft pink mouth. Words that even Gaara wouldn't have summoned up in his wildest fantasies. Words that, he now had no choice but to admit, he wanted to hear.
"Gaara...", Sasuke whispered softly against the other boy's mouth, then gently sucked on the sand ninja's lower lip, and ran his tongue along the inner edge. "...Gaara..."