You're Pretty When You Cry

Zimm here with the next chapter for this story. Sorry for the nearly two week delay peeps! Hopefully in another week Crim will have Chp5. Anyway enjoy to its fullest. But I worry... do ya'll not like it? Let us know won't you? Leave a review and don't forget to vote! Love to everyone, and don't be afraide to let us know what you think is going to happen!!!

Warnings:There is material of explicit nature in this chapter between Sasuke and Gaara so be warned read at your own risk because there is... blood play... at least I think that's what it's called anyway.



No Time For Crying



Sasuke lay in the, bed his back to the door even though instinct told him to have it to the wall, if he did he would be admitting defeat. It was an odd game of dominance that Orochimaru and he played, but it was one that worked. A scream echoed through the cavernous lair and he placed his hands over his ears and thought of Konoha and all the people he’d been forced to leave behind. Just when he had decided to wait and live there to train, he was given this mission.



He held back a sob, he could not cry here there were ears everywhere, nothing was secret in the den. Closing his eyes tightly his mind flashed back to the chunnin exams, flashed back to him. Suddenly a strange calm washed over him, there was someone out there like him. There was someone who liked the things he liked. There was someone out there that was the same kind of monster he was.



It eased his troubles, if only minimally, knowing that the redhead was exactly like him. He could never be sure, but the other man had changed just as he had and at the same moment. That moment where lips met in the dark of the night under a canopy of trees, after two boys had been scared and open. Yes, the redhead had kissed back he was sure, and had even told him to leave for his safety.



He was suddenly curious if the man would be someone he could go to after it was all said and done. A frown creased his brow, he’d heard that Gaara(now the Kazekage) was Naruto’s close friend. It was something of a shock to hear, and could mean trouble for him. He sighed, there was nobody -even if Naruto wanted him back- that would take what he did as good for the village. Not even Naruto, the blond would take the answer and let it go, but he would never really understand.



His door opened, he’d heard the man coming, and he remain relaxed, “What the fuck do you want?”



“Orochimaru-sama wishes to speak to you, he has news.” Kabuto sneered, it was in his voice.



“Whatever,” he replied rolling over and walking out his face void of anything.



**********



“Aw, Sasuke-kun so glad you could make it boy.” Orochimaru hissed.



“What the hell is this about, I was sleeping.”



The man’s mouth spilt into a nasty smile and he chuckled, “I have been informed of a certain Kazekage’s demise.”



Sasuke buckled down on his heart to keep it from beating any faster than was normal while keeping his face and breathing normal, “and that has what to do with me?”



The man’s smile grew impossibly wider making him far more snake like, “I have also been informed that he still lives after dying.”



It made sense suddenly, “you want me to go see why.”



“Yes,” the man cooed and laced his fingers together. “What with your relationship I figured you were best.”



Sasuke kept his face neutral, the snake was talking about their rivalry not insinuating anything else. The man was giving him the opportunity to kill the redhead for good if given the chance, after finding out the information he wanted to know. He nodded and turned to leave.



“And Sasuke-kun don’t take to long I have other things that must be done.” The snake crooned.



“Whatever.”



************



It wasn’t that hard to get past everyone, if there was one thing that Orochimaru was good at it was stealth a useful technique that he’d passed down to Sasuke. He made it to the Kage tower in a short amount of time, given the number of guards everywhere, and without any incidences. The window was open in the main office area, which he found to be odd, but it was high up so it was probably thought to be safe.



He landed without sound in the office and nearly jumped when Gaara came out of the shadows.



“Interesting disappearing act Uchiha,” he murmured the tones washing over him languidly.



He resisted the urge to ask how he’ d known, “I heard you died.”



Mock surprise had eyebrows arching up, “don’t tell me you were worried for my safety. How touching.”



Sasuke narrowed his eyes the black and red swirling dangerously, “you are still alive.”



Gaara’s lip quirked, “that I am.”



They stood in silence, in the middle of the room, the moon the only light their faces in shadows eyes aglow. Sasuke could tell Gaara was ready for a fight if it came to that, but he could also read in the body language he didn’t expect it which was strange.



“I’m here to retrieve the information on how.”



The man smirked mockingly at him, “Learned how to fetch have you? What other tricks have you learned from being a pet to the snake? Sit, roll over, take it like a bitch perhaps?”



Sasuke growled, something he hadn’t really meant to do, the word pet grating on his nerves more than anything else. It was to be expected that others would believe he was giving sexual favors for the information he was taught. The snake had made it very clear that his body was wanted, and not just to be taken over.



“Hit a nerve have I,” Gaara replied to his growl. “Let me guess which word it was. Pet, I think it would be pet. That’s what would have bothered me, being some snake’s pet.”



“I don’t belong to anyone.”



Gaara stared at him long and hard making him feel uncomfortable, more so than Orochimaru ever did. He knew why it did, the redhead had always been able to rip truths out from the depths of his heart. Truths that he did not want to acknowledge, truths that hurt more than he cared to admit even to himself. The redhead was always able to do this because he was the same, thought and felt the same. The truths he spoke of were ones he himself knew well, which only served to make them that much worse to hear.



“You want to belong to someone,” Gaara said at last.



“Bullshit.”



“Then why are you still standing here?”



Sasuke paused just that millisecond to long, and he knew it too, but he still replied, “I have a mission to complete.”



“You want someone to acknowledge you for you. Not for what you can give them.”



“Shut the hell up.”



Gaara’s eyes smiled, “make me Uchiha.”



Sasuke moved quickly and with deadly precision, but it still wasn’t enough to even put a scratch on Gaara. The redhead’s reaction times were just that much faster and a hand wrapped around his wrist, while the other one wrapped around his forearm stopping him. Sasuke growled as he realized he had small particles of sand laying over his body. The sand had slowed him down, damn.



Gaara’s jade eyes, made forest green in the shadowy lighting looked into his red swirling ones, “you’ve changed, you’re fight is missing.”



“Don’t you know not to look into Uchiha eyes?” He snarled.



“Yes.”



That took Sasuke back; first because he had tried to warn the man, and second because Gaara had already known he shouldn’t be looking.



“You going to cause me pain? Suck me into your world?” Gaara teased sarcastically.



He would have replied yes, and then have done it, if his body hadn’t moved on its own and brought his lips down onto the redhead’s instead. Both of them tensed not having expected it, and two sets of eyes widened at the absurdity of the moment. The two parted as if burned, Gaara dropping his arms to his sides and staring at him bewildered. Sasuke didn’t have any better clue as to why he had done it, the shock had even turned his eyes back to obsidian.



“You want me, you actually want me?” Gaara breathed quietly as if scared of the answer.



Sasuke turned away and snorted, “don’t be ridiculous.”



Sasuke jumped when sand sliced through his shirt and cut his arm, then he growled as blood began to swell to the top. Turning back around he glared menacingly at the redhead.



“The fuck was that for?”



“You should be attacking first and asking questions later,” Gaara replied sternly his eyes hard. “So its true then, you actually want me.”



Sasuke drew his sword and swung it at the redhead who made no move to defend himself. The end of it thumped into the wood behind Gaara’s head, the edge of the sharp blade just close enough to draw blood from against his neck. Green eyes stared into his before he looked down at the blood he had taken from the man. He felt his pulse quicken and his breath come out in shorter faster spurts, but he made no move.



He watched as Gaara’s sand turned back into a small blade, watched as the man rose it up towards his chest, and hissed when the redhead cut into him. Sasuke made no move as Gaara leaned in, his tongue sliding over the wound laving at the blood. He shivered and sucked in a breath a choked moan escaping from between his clenched teeth. When Gaara finally leaned back and away Sasuke brought their lips back together.



Gaara groaned and kissed Sasuke back roughly opening his mouth so their tongues could war with one another. He knew that Sasuke could still taste the copper of his own blood in his mouth which only seemed to turn the man on more. They parted just enough and he seized the opportunity to bite down on Sasuke’s bottom lip hard, before licking at it apologetically.



Gaara watched as Sasuke leaned forward and he tilted his head away so the man could get at his neck. He understood that this wasn’t exactly normal for people to do, that those other people would recoil in horror at the thought of shedding blood during sexual play. Yet some how they had met, and they both enjoyed the game that had begun almost four years ago.



Sasuke allowed just the tip of his tongue slide over the wound on the pale neck offered to him and felt the other man shiver. The taste of it reminded him of a time inside a cocoon of sand where a younger redhead had screamed “my blood” in a horrified manner at being bested. The thought sent a thrill through him and he pressed himself into the man cornering him against the wall. Gaara didn’t seem to mind and groaned low in his throat when he felt the hardness pressed against him.



It should have been appalling that he was turned on so much, and that Gaara was just as turned on. There had to be something wrong with the both of them. Still it didn’t matter, they were both excited by what was happening and he brought their lips together once again. His hands slid up under the loose crème colored night shirt Gaara was wearing and dug his fingers into the man’s body. He had to cause pain, he felt the need deep inside himself, he had to hear the sounds the redhead would make in response.



Gaara’s head slammed back against the wall and his face contoured into one of pain as he groaned through clenched teeth. Fuck it hurt but it felt so fucking good to, and he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the concept. Instead he reached his hands up and raked his nails down Sasuke’s pectorals making sure to pinch the nipples roughly.



His hips jerked into the redhead’s as he let out a moan, “fuck..”



He couldn’t react fast enough when he felt sand wrap around his waist, and yelped when he was slammed to the floor the air leaving his body. Blinking the dazed feeling from his fogged mind he watched Gaara removed his shirt and toss it off in some random direction. The man then lowered himself down on his knees straddling his waist, his hands untying the purple rope that kept his sword sheath up, and his shirt on.



Gaara leaned down, curling his back, so he could drag his tongue up Sasuke’s stomach dipping it into the belly button teasingly. The raven haired man hissed, then groaned when Gaara bit down on the flesh just above the belly button. Using just his bottom teeth he continued his trek up Sasuke’s torso stopping at the left nipple.



A tongue grazed over his nipple bringing it to a hard point before a hot mouth came down around it sucking then teeth pulled up on it roughly. Sasuke’s whole body arched up into the redhead as a strangled sound made it past his lips. Cool air washed over his abused nipple when teeth and mouth relented their hold on it, before that same mouth went for his right one.



Hips rocked down into him as Gaara bit down on his right nipple and a long low groan rumbled out from his chest. Again the mouth pulled away and cool air brushed over him, making him shiver. Sasuke tensed when he felt the coolness of metal pressed flat against his lower abdomen and his eyes snapped open to come into contact with jade.



They were in the middle of the moon’s beam through the window, Gaara topless and above Sasuke, the raven haired nin’s white top spread open lying on the ground around him. The dark blade of the weapon glinting between their bodies. Carefully the redhead dragged it upward mindful not to break skin, a stand off of sorts, as he waited to see what Sasuke would do.



Sasuke came up on his elbows, his shirt falling off his shoulders, before pressing his palms flat to lift his upper body further off the floor. The top pooled around his wrists hiding his hands from site, his curse seal shone in perfect black detail in the moonlight against his milky skin. The cut on his arm crusted over as was the one on his chest. Gaara’s red hair fell into his jade eyes made even paler as the moon’s light reflected through them from the side.



Sasuke brought his left hand up from the fabric to wrap it around Gaara’s wrist before directing it up further between them to press into the redhead’s collar bone. Gaara hissed but allowed Sasuke to push his hand downward causing him to cut his own skin. Dark eyes kept his locked as a tongue darted out to lick at the blade, which only made him shiver, then that same tongue laved at his collar bone where blood came to the surface.



An arm wrapped around Gaara’s waist bringing their bottom halves flush together and both of them moaned. Gaara rocked his hips into the man below him as Sasuke sucked on his skin causing more blood to come to the surface. The image of what they must look like flashed in his mind making him think about a few of Naruto’s comic books about werewolves and vampires. He briefly wonder if the Uchiha clan had been vampires, but then it didn’t necessarily explain his own fixation on blood.



Sasuke dug his nails into the redhead’s back causing the man to arch into him to get away and hiss his name in pain. He was so fucking hard it was almost unbelievable, but when the tip of the weapon bit down into his left shoulder hard enough to draw blood, he knew it was all real. He could feel everything, smell everything, and taste everything. The salty skin mingling with the metallic taste of blood on his tongue was fantastic and the hardness rocking into his own sent jolts of fire through his veins.



Sasuke unlatched from the wound and leaned back only to tangle his free hand in Gaara’s hair to bring the man’s mouth to his own. Rocking harder and more desperately upward into the redhead as he felt him self closing in on his climax.



It was all so wrong, if anyone where to find out he would be considered a traitor to Konoha and the treaty that he had with them would be gone. Yet here he was rocking into the rogue nin like a wantonly whore blood and sweat dripping from his body. He couldn’t even feel guilt for betraying his best friend’s trust, if Naruto were to ever find out…



Somewhere inside himself found the thought of discovery all the more reason to be doing this, and he became even more turned on at the notion. His hand dropped the blade and his arms wrapped around Sasuke’s shoulders as he moved against the other man. His lips and tongue warring with Sasuke’s as small sounds escaped both of them more and more as they got closer to the edge.



Gaara’s head dropped back revealing the pale neck to the moon light as the man reached his orgasm, his mouth open in a soundless cry, face flushed, and eyes tightly closed. Sasuke dug his fingers into the man’s back rocked one last time into him and spent himself into his pants clenching his jaw tight only a whimper of noise making it past his restraint.



The two collapsed back into the floor, Sasuke letting out a grunt of pain when the redhead landed on top him. Lying there they caught their breath in the pool of moonlight, while they both thought about what they had just done.



Gaara rolled off Sasuke onto his back and covered his eyes with his arm, “an old woman gave her life to bring mine back.”



Sasuke paused, “what?”



“Chiyo-sama used the last of her life force and forced it into my body. Naruto helped by giving her some of his chakra.” He explained breathlessly.



Sasuke frowned, did he just exchange sexual favors for…



“I’m telling you this so you don’t go back empty handed. What just happened has no baring over that.” Gaara added into the silence.



It was sometimes annoyingly frightening how well Gaara could follow his train of thought, “so no special jutsu.”



“There was a jutsu involved, but the person has to be willing to give their life willingly for another.”



“Why the fuck are you telling me this shit?”



“Because I can, and I figure its fair trade for the fact that in five minuets I’m going to alert the guard that someone is in the village.” He answered.



Sasuke snorted and sat up looking over at the man, “you aren’t going to capture me?”



“Where would the fun be in that?”



Sasuke’s obsidian gaze narrowed suspiciously as he yanked his top back on.



“If I wanted to kill you I could have, if I wanted to take you in I could have,” Gaara replied finally removing his arm from his eyes.



“Then why didn’t you?”



Gaara’s jade eyes looked into his, “because I want to believe in something besides myself.”



There was a long pause the air thick with things that would go unsaid, things that they weren‘t ready to admit. Sasuke rolled over on top of Gaara keeping his weight off the man, before bringing their lips chastely together. It was just as it had been after the exams, something deeper and more profound was going on between them but neither were ready to acknowledge it.



“Get out of here, my sister knows.” Gaara stated calmly.



Sasuke didn’t ask how he just stood up tied the purple rope back around himself, fixed his sword sheath before taking the sword from the wall and sliding it back where it belonged. He hopped onto the window seal and didn’t bother to look back. Jumping he landed a floor down and then hopped across to the building closest to him. He didn’t have much time, and a siren echoed through the village alerting the guard that there was an intruder.



Sasuke smirked, Gaara was such a dick.



********



Gaara stayed lying on the ground when his sister came in and gasped.



“Gaara are you-”



“I’m fine Temari.” he sated calmly before rolling over and hefting himself up on his hands and knees.



“What the hell happened in here?” Kankurou asked coming in behind their sister.



“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Gaara answered finally standing.



Temari frowned at him, “did you at least injure intruder?”



“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie he had, but not as she would take it.



She huffed, “honestly you should have told us sooner. You aren’t up to par yet, its obvious now given what just happened.”



He stayed silent, anything that he said after that would be a lie. He could have easily dealt with Sasuke himself, but he hadn’t. Gaara really hoped he hadn’t made the mistake of trusting the sadomasochist. He looked over when Kankurou stared at him long and hard, something in his brother’s face said he didn’t really believe everything went as their sister had assumed. Eventually he’d have to tell him, Temari would let her concern for his well being cloud her nin judgment, Kankurou would not.



Picking up his shirt he threw it in the adjoining room when Temari wasn’t looking, which got a frown from his brother. Gaara and Kankurou stared at one another in a stand off before his brother’s lips thinned and he nodded. The older brother had agreed to wait for an explanation later, when Temari wasn’t around.



“I doubt they will get him,” Gaara stated.



Temari sighed, “I figured as much already, but we have to be sure.”



“Who was it anyway?” Kankurou asked.



“The rogue nin Uchiha Sasuke.” Gaara replied without even batting a lash.



Temari ran over to him and grabbed his shoulders, “my god Gaara did he attack you mentally?”



“No, he only wanted to know why I was still alive.”



“Cared did he,” Kankurou said slightly sarcastically, putting it all together if the tone was any indication.



Gaara rolled his eyes, “not exactly.”



“You didn’t tell him did you?” Temari drilled him.



“He knows the answer,” Gaara answered his sister.



She would assume the man got it out of him unwillingly, he didn’t like omitting truths when it was family, but he couldn’t let her know either. She would never understand. Temari cursed and ran from the room.



“I hope you know what the fuck you’re doin’ lil bro,” Kankurou confided to him.



Gaara gave his brother a ruthful look, “so do I actually.”



Kankurou snorted and turned to leave, “hope it was good.”



Gaara shut the door with a little more force than he had intended to use. His brother would now know something sexual had happened, and mentioning it ruffled his feathers. He would now have to put up with the man’s innuendos and prodding jokes. He sighed, still it was probably better that way, it gave Kankurou something to do.



“You better be worth the belief you Sadist.” Gaara whispered out into the night.