Killing Me Softly

VIII

Gaara felt lips on his collarbone and then his sternum, hands on his waist slowly massaging his tense muscles. He was nervous, and he had every reason to be. He’d never been with anyone but Neji and then he was the aggressor most of the time. Being the submissive was new to him. He heard comforting words and one large hand found his own, strong fingers curling with his.

“Relax,” Gaara heard Kankurou say, “I won’t hurt you.”

Gaara tried to relax. He really did. But there was just something about one’s brother fucking you that made that calm place hard to reach. In the end, Gaara decided he wasn’t being fair to Kankurou; Gaara had asked for this, so he shouldn’t be fighting it.

Teeth worried at his pulse and Gaara dripped his head back, giving a quiet cry. Kankurou hummed and continued to nip and kiss the expanse of Gaara’s neck, hands gently massaging the redhead’s back and thighs. Kankurou didn’t want to rush this, instead wanting to take this time and let his brother get used to having him this close. Kankurou was so sure that Gaara would fight him that he kept to the barest touches and caresses until the younger relaxed.

“I won’t hurt you,” Kankurou whispered again.

Gaara replied, “I know.”

Sighing, Kankurou began to kiss southwards again, mouth ghosting over Gaara’s chest. The redhead arched into his mouth an Kankurou took the opportunity to slide his hands under his brother’s back, massaging the tight muscles in his shoulders. One hand slid down soon enough, cupping one soft globe before an exploratory finger touched that barely plundered opening. Gaara bucked and Kankurou used every bit of strength he had to keep Gaara from hurting himself. It wasn’t Gaara’s intention to react that way, but he hadn’t been fucked in years. Gaara squirmed and felt himself settled back onto the mattress. Then his cock was engulfed by wet heat. Kankurou’s head bobbed as his fingers massaged the inside of Gaara’s thighs, spreading those legs wide.

“Kankurou, wait.”

Kankurou lifted his head away from Gaara’s cock, staring at his little brother with heated eyes. Gaara swallowed and reached for Kankurou’s shoulders, trying to tug him up.

“I’m not fucking you dry,” Kankurou growled, sensing the redhead’s intention.

“Please?”

“No, you masochistic son of a bitch.” Kankurou snarled, caging his brother in his limbs. “I’m not going to hurt you because of some stupid desire to be punished.”

Gaara blinked and looked away. “I just want to forget the other pain for a while.”

“That other pain won’t go away, Gaara. If anything, you’ll feel it more acutely if you take this pain too. Believe me, I know.”

Gaara looked at Kankurou, and the elder Sabaku sibling knew he had some explaining to do. Sighing, the brunette settled down on his back and pulled his brother on top of him, making sure Gaara was nicely distracted from what he was going to do.

“Before we went to Konoha, I was sent on solo mission. It wasn’t very hard; all I had to do was slip in, kill the daimyo’s eldest daughter and slip out again.”

Fingers skittered down Gaara’s back and slide between the two globes of flesh that made up his ass. Gaara didn’t seem to notice. Kankurou breathed a silent sigh of relief.

“I killed her, like they wanted. It was messy, meant to send a message. The daimyo had been expecting such a thing, though, and the girl I’d killed had been some poor farm girl kidnapped for this gruesome purpose.”

Gaara was mesmerized by Kankurou’s voice so much that he never noticed the finger gently pressing into his opening.

“The ANBU the daimyo had hired were waiting for me when I escaped. Some were our own people, others were from Sound. Those from Sound were cruel, telling me what I’d done.”

“That’s why you were so depressed when you got back.” Gaara made a sound akin to a mewl when Kankurou added a second finger and began to move both digits. “I thought Temari had been joking when she asked you if you’d been on the wrong end of a one night stand.”

“At the time, she had been. But that pain of killing the innocent girl never went away. I wanted it to, so I asked one of the jounin how he coped. He showed me how.”

“He raped you?”

“No. I was willing, but he showed me how he coped. It hurt. A lot. And there was so much blood.” Kankurou felt Gaara tense below him and immediately relaxed, fighting to keep his sounds nothing more than mewls. “So I decided I’d never make a lover of mine hurt like I did.”

Gaara gasped when Kankurou’s fingers left his body, leaving him empty and vulnerable. But he wasn’t left that way for long, for Kankurou shifted his hips just slightly. Gaara couldn’t help the tensing, feeling the head of Kankurou’s cock breaching him. Immediately, Kankurou’s hands were at Gaara’s hips, massaging, relaxing and then Gaara fully sheathed his brother in his body.
The redhead could feel the subtle differences between Kankurou and Neji. Kankurou was thicker; Neji was just a bit longer. Neji had always been gentle; Kankurou knew how to mix pain and pleasure. Kankurou bent Gaara’s knees and pushed himself up, sliding deeper into his brother as he did so. His hand went to the small of Gaara’s back to support him and Kankurou gently coaxed his brother to move.

Gaara’s arms wrapped around Kankurou’s shoulders as the rhythm began, the redhead giving soft cries as Kankurou’s cock brushed deep against his insides, trying to find that perfect angle that would make the redhead see stars. Kankurou was panting against Gaara’s shoulder, moving in a counter-rhythm with his brother, making sure Gaara felt no pain in their coupling. Gaara made a sound suddenly, something akin to a yip, and Kankurou rolled them so that Gaara was folded in half beneath him. He felt small hands grip at his biceps and dig in, but Kankurou ignored that small pain in order to roll his hips against Gaara’s.

The rhythm was rough now, but Gaara appreciated it, loved it even, fighting visibly not to scream as the head of the puppet master’s cock slammed into his prostate. His muscles were growing tighter around Kankurou and the moment his brother’s hand wrapped around his own need it was like the floodgates had opened.

Gaara arched and writhed and hissed “Kankurou!” as he came, hot white seed spattered over his stomach and the elder Sabaku sibling’s hand. Kankurou thrust only a few more times into his brother’s quivering body before he too came, bathing Gaara’s bruised insides with his semen. He let them lay joined as they cooled off, feeling Gaara’s legs twitch now and again. Finally, Kankurou pulled from that vulnerable body and stretched out beside Gaara, feeling the redhead slowly close his legs and try not to mew as liquid began to seep from his hole. Carefully, he lay his head on Kankurou’s chest and felt arms come around his shoulders, slowly, Gaara’s eyes closed only to snap open again, his head lifting to stare at the door.

Naruto’s voice came from the other side of the portal. “Gaara, Kankurou, sorry to interrupt, but you need to come downstairs.”

“Be there in a sec.” Kankurou called back. Gaara was already moving to clean himself up and dress, following his brother downstairs and not even bothering to hide the limp. Not that anyone noticed, for Naruto was far too focused on the dying brunette lying on the den floor.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Kankurou asked Sasuke. The brunette only choked out a laugh.

“Sakura happened to me. I don’t think I’m going to last much longer, so listen. She’s coming.”