Six Hits Of Heroin

Six Hits of Heroin

By: Lynn-sama

Disclaimer: Don’t own anything, not making any money off of this so please don’t sue

Author Notes: Six shorts involving TemariXGaara (and now Kankurou, yay!). I wanted to do so many things with them I couldn’t decide how to put it into one fic so I just made shorts XD They kind of flow together on the same time line but I don’t think its necessary to read them in order per say.

Gaara and Temari are rather OOC but I don’t think it can be helped in this case. Gaara just doesn’t submit easily XD

Warning: This series explores the idea of female domination with Temari and Gaara. There might be some things in it that make you squirm. Every chapter is labeled with the sexual deviance and the level of sex/erotic material that appears in the chapter. If something offends you or you think it might be above you ability to handle, then don’t read. Go elsewhere, you have been warned.

Extra Warning: This is a M/M fantasy so if that doesn’t float your boat, kthxbai


VI. Solo/toy

Temari had been gone on a mission for over a week and Gaara was about to go insane. Not that he had ever been very sane since the moment he had been born. This was a different kind of insane though. This was sexual frustrated insanity.

“When I’m away, you aren’t allowed to play Gaara,” Those were Temari’s parting words every time she left him for a mission. Usually though it wasn’t this long, three or four days weren’t a problem for the red head. He would be overly eager when she returned for his release but he didn’t feel like he was about to die.

Now though, ten days later, Gaara was almost certain he was going to die. He was also certain he had been sporting this erection for the better part of the last two days. And that was just not healthy.

Today the red head hadn’t even been able to get out of bed. Yesterday had been hell, the constant rubbing of the fabric of his pants against his erection had made the pale man want to cry, even though Gaara just did not cry. Now he was still lying naked on top of the sheets, hesitant to put anything near the part of his body that was begging him to misbehave, Temari be damned.

It had only taken once for him to ignore her instructions. He didn’t even know how she knew he had gotten off, but she had known. Gaara hadn’t sat for a week after that, his ass had been as red as his hair. It made him a little hesitant to break the rules again but things were starting to get dire.

Swallowing, the Kazekage tried to push the thoughts from his mind. Closing his eyes he tried to envision something so foul that not even his throbbing hard on would want to stick around. Nothing came to mind in the darkness behind his eyelids at first and his brow wrinkled as he squeezed his eyes shut tighter in an effort to make some disgusting image come.

‘Tsunade-sama, naked.’ He told himself firmly as a picture of an elderly woman with painfully large sagging tits appeared behind his eyelids. For a moment he thought it might work as his erection seemed to wilt, even just a little. Then the red head winced as the image shrank then abruptly transformed into his naked sensual mistress Temari and his erection twitched. Gaara let out a helpless moan, his eyes flying open to glare down at his traitorous penis for encouraging such thoughts.

‘I hate you,’ He told it firmly as he closed his eyes, determined to start all over again. ‘Disgusting thoughts Gaara, disgusting thoughts.’ He let out a low breath, trying to calm himself. ‘Lee-san, naked.’ The image that appeared behind his eyelids that time was far more disappointing than ever, a rather slim muscular male body that only made his cock twitch once more, embarrassing him further at his inability to make the monster between his legs abate.

The sand nin reached upward, brushing his fingertips lightly down the side of his neck and down over his broad chest even as the image behind his eyelids changed once more. A bulkier, yet still muscular Kankurou gave him a rather delicious wink in the red head’s mind and a low moan escaped his parted lips. Gaara was going to hell, he was sure of it.

He had never thought of his so called brother naked before but the image his mind was supplying at the moment was making him regret the fact that he hadn’t.

“You’re beautiful,” Fantasy Kankurou murmured softly in the red heads ear, causing him to shiver. “Do you want me?”

Gaara’s fingers glided over his own nipples, grasping one of the nubs and pinching it lightly, his hand no longer his own but Kankurous.

“Yes…” He hissed softly, answering his own fantasy out loud, his body arching eagerly despite the fact that there was no one there to arch into. His pale hand slid down his stomach and he whimpered, imagining Kankurou’s hand teasing him, sliding down his taunt belly but hesitating, causing Gaara to squirm eagerly.

“Please…” The words drifted into the silent air, but Gaara was too far gone to be embarrassed over the fact that he was begging out loud.

“What do you want? Tell me Gaara,” Fantasy Kankurou was softly nibbling on Gaara’s ear, drawing his tongue around the sensitive shell of the pale man’s ear.

“Oh…” Gaara whimpered, a breathless plea escaping him. “Touch me…”

His hand slid lower, grasping his painfully hard length, wrapping his fingers around the aching flesh firmly and gave himself a few strokes. The male’s pale body arched up further off the bed and he moaned wantonly.

“Ah….Oh please…please more…” He whimpered softly into the stillness of the room. “Kankurou…”

The name slipped from his lips easily as he imagined the other’s cocky smirk, his talented hand wrapped around Gaara’s need and stroking it quickly, causing the red head to buck under him. His body was on fire and he couldn’t remember the last time masturbating had felt so good.

Fantasy Kakurou leaned down, his hot breath washing over the other’s straining cock. “You want me to suck it?”

Gaara moaned shamelessly, his hand flying up and down his length eagerly as his hips arched forward towards his invisible partner’s mouth. “Please Kankurou…Yes…”

“Yes what hm…? You’re so eager little brother, are you this slutty with Temari?”

Gaara flushed at his own thoughts, and he made a low whimper in the back of his throat. “Please Kankurou, don’t tease me…”

“Tell me Gaara, are you Temari’s little slut? Do you beg her to suck you too? Or maybe you beg her to let you lick her cunt, are you a slutty little cunt licker Gaara?”

“N-no…” Gaara squirmed even under his own hand, desperately lost to his own thoughts and fantasies now. “I…I…please Kankurou, suck me! That’s all I want, I want it so badly, right now!”

“Now now little brother, it isn’t nice to lie to me. I know you’re Temari’s little bitch, so you might as well admit it, you’re nothing but her slut. Say it, now! Tell me you’re a slut!”

Gaara moaned loudly into the room, his legs spreading eagerly over his own fantasy. God, if only Kankurou was here!

“Please Kankurou…I’ll be your slut, please just suck me…” He mumbled softly to himself, imagining the other’s pleased smirk at his words. Gaara’s hand crept between his legs, cupping his balls in his fingers and squeezing them as he imagined Kankurou would do in reward for his begging.

“Oh so you’re my slut are you? Not just a little cunt slut but a cock slut as well. You just can’t stand it can you, you want everything don’t you? Cocks and cunts, you can’t even make up your mind! What a needy little slut!”

He flushed even more and groaned, his hand snaking back around his erection, stroking it desperately. It wasn’t enough though, he needed more. He wanted more. The red head’s eyes flew open and he scrabbled across the bed. On the table laid the lube Temari always left there and a small vibrator that he had been tempted to use the night before. Now he was glad he had set the toy out as he grabbed it from the table.

Crawling back to the center of the bed on his hands and knees the red head popped open the tube of lube, making a horribly eager mess all over the bed as he squeezed far too much all over his own fingers. He braced himself, spreading his legs as his eyes flickered shut again.

“Kankurou…” The others name fell breathlessly from his lips as his mind helpfully supplied the image of his puppeteer ‘brother’ teasing his entrance with one cold moist finger. He moaned as he slide the first finger inside himself, allowing his muscles to tighten around the foreign invasion before relaxing and allowing a second finger to join the first after only a few moments. The thoughts of the other man stretching him, teasing him urged the red head on quickly until he was able to slide the vibrator deep inside himself. It wasn’t as satisfying as Kankurou’s cock, or so Gaara imaged it wasn’t but it was better than nothing inside him.

As soon as he turned on the controller the red head was a lost cause. He writhed on the bed, his hips arching back and then forward into his stroking hand, thrusting back and forth helplessly.

“You like that don’t you? Dirty slut! You want me to fuck you don’t you? Put my cock inside you and make you scream like the little pussy you are?”

“Oh please…please….Kankurou! Kankurou!” He sobbed desperately against the sheets of the bed as his hips dipped and then bucked back unable to decide which way to thrust first. He wanted Kankurou inside him so bad it hurt, if he thought he was going to die before he had started this then now he was defiantly going to die from desperate aching want.

A sob fell from between his lips as he suddenly released, his essence splattering into the sheets below him as the muscles of his ass contracted almost painfully around the vibrator. He gasped, crying out as he fell onto his stomach and writhed among the dirty sheets, panting and whimpering as he tried to grasp the controller in his shaking hands to turn the toy off.

Gaara couldn’t even move for several minutes, his whole body was quivering. A pleased sigh escaped him, muffled by the bed sheets and a smile flickered over his buried face.

“So…This is what you do when I’m away,” Temari’s voice caused him to jerk and Gaara barely muffled a moan from the movement as he lifted his head to stare at the other, leaning in the door way with her arm crossed over her ample chest. A flush appeared on his cheeks and he swallowed. Gaara was in a lot of trouble…