Inhuman

Title: Inhuman
Pairing: Gaara/Neji
Rating: NC-17... of course
Disclaimer: Not mine in the slightest. Dammit.
Notes: Response to meme where I was given this line: "Your eyes are not human," Gaara of the Sand grinned madly, all teeth and possessive snarl, "I like them." to incorporate into a fic.

Was supposed to be 100-500 words... not sure if I went over.


He dreamed of pain the night after his fight with Rock Lee.

Pain and silent opaque eyes. Hands that moved like quicksilver across his body.

Hands that hurt him beautifully.

Gaara woke swiftly, hard and aching for something and he dressed. As he was leaving the room Temari's voice called out her usual warning.

"Don't kill anyone yet, Gaara."

He let a small, wicked smile grace his otherwise cold face and kept walking.

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It didn't take long to find him. Watched the other body move fluently for a while, and Gaara imagined he could hear the pain and lust and that feeling of being alive like he had in his dream. He couldn't resist the call.

"You'd kill those who cared for you."

Neji turned and glared at the smaller boy.

"That is none of your concern."

Gaara nodded and walked closer to the Hyuuga prodigy.

"I find you..." Green eyes looked playfully up to silver ones. "Interesting."

Silver eyes narrowed in confusion and wariness when Gaara took off the gourd and placed it reverently on the ground next to him.

Neji raised a brow, annoyed at this interruption and pushed the redheads shoulder. "You're standing too close. Go away."

Sand shot out and wrapped itself around Neji's arm and pulled him against the green-eyed killer.

"Make me."

Neji's free hand starting moving, attempting to hit the necessary chakra points. The sand was a constant shield, and finally Neji growled, infuriated and threw himself fully onto the smaller boy, knocking them both to the ground.

Wrapped a deceptively soft hand around the slim, pale throat and glared down into green eyes.

Green eyes hot with excitement and something else that had chills running down the Hyuuga's spine.

"What the hell do you want? You want to fight?" He snarled this, keeping his hand soft against the neck.

Gaara eyes became lava-hot and he bit his lower lip, pretending to think this over.

"I want pain. You seem..." He blinked slowly up at the angry boy and purred, "adept at giving it."

Neji's next breath stuck in his throat and he deliberately misread the message.

"So it is a fight you want." A question. A plea.

"Not really."

Long fingers tightened on the throat and Gaara felt his body thrill and tighten and couldn't stop the grin when his head was shoved roughly aside and blunt, hard teeth came down on his neck.

"Fuck," Neji growled lowly against that pale, vulnerable throat. Was impossibly turned on by this... blatant submission and turned his mind off.

Teeth bit their way across the neck, leaving welts and bruises until Neji raised his head and looked down at the redhead again. "The sand?"

Gaara was annoyed by this intrusion and replied, "Mother and I had a conversation about that." He brought his hands up to to long hair and tugged his head back down.

The black-haired boy ignored the complete bizarreness of that statement and shrugged, lifting up off the boy to crouch inbetween the sprawled legs. Ignored the complaining almost-whimper and grabbed the hands out of his hair, pinning them above Gaara's head with a punishing grip.

Something inside him burned to life at the look of pleasure-pain that crossed the pale face.

One hand held tight on his burning wrists and the other hand moved just as quickly as Gaara had dreamed down his body, taking off his shirt and shoving down his pants.

And his cock was a miserable, weeping thing that Neji cruelly ignored as he undid the others sandels, stripping the boy completely.

"Touch me." Gaara demanded.

Neji bit down on the petal-soft lower lip and said roughly, "Shut the fuck up."

Who knew he'd be so soft Neji thought dizzily, and let go of the wrists, saying, "Don't move."

Gaara held still, near-orgasmic at this treatment, at the promise of pain. His body quivering and alive. It seemed there were other methods than killing to accomplish the hot emotions sweeping through his body.

Gaara grinned happily.

Cruel fingers pinched and pulled at quickly-bruising nipples, and Neji was being driven insane by the helpless whimpers erupting from Gaara. Braced himself above the other boy and let his fingers travel down the slim, small body greedily.

Avoided touching where he knew Gaara wanted it most. Pulled back into a crouch and watched Garaa's body writhe, noted with satisfied opaque eyes that his hands were still stretched over his head, clenching and un-clenching. Blood on the nails from biting into the skin.

He's obeying me. His body tightened and he smiled a small, vicious smile and stripped.

Shoved two fingers in Gaara's mouth.

"Suck." He ordered, darkly thrilled as he felt a soft tongue and mouth eagerly work his fingers.

Green eyes staring up at him, hot with lust and satisfaction.

"Yes... Neji-sama." Gaara purred softly, cleverly around his fingers.

Neji shuddered wildly and pulled his fingers from the hot little mouth and shoved them into Gaara roughly. Devoured the pain-filled cry into his mouth and his body felt it shake him to the core.

Moved them around inside firmly, watched fascinated as Gaara came to life beneath him as he hit a firm mound within.

Felt muscles clench him tightly, then felt them gradually relax as he kept hitting that spot.

Rewarding Gaara for his obedience.

"Not... enough." The redhead moaned and opened heavy lids to stare at his prey.

Neji wrapped a soft hand in Gaara's hair and yanked, tugging him to stand up with him and slammed his mouth against the shorter boys in a possessive kiss, then shoved the redhead to his knees.

"Suck."

The scene repeated itself as Gaara complied, attaching the honorific to Neji's name.

Silver eyes unfocused at the sight of the insane boy's lips wrapped obediently around him, at the friction and the tongue and that slight scrape of teeth and wanted to explode. His hips pushed roughly against Gaara's mouth and the boy choked slightly, and Neji found he didn't care.

Gaara wanted it.

Was too close to release and yanked Gaara's head back again, knelt face-to-face with him and said with barely contained heat, "Stop me now, if you want."

"Fuck me."

Gaara's body tingled at the wildness in Neji's eyes as he was shoved roughly to the ground, legs pulled apart and up almost painfully. And bit back the scream that built in his throat as Neji shoved in.

Pain.

They laid there, adjusting and breathing heavily for a moment.

Silver orbs burned into green as Neji pulled out and pushed back in.

"Like that?" He murmured softly and Gaara nodded weakly.

Thrusts became faster, deeper and it hurt so fucking good Gaara thought he was going to die.

Neji's hand wrapped itself it short red locks and he stared down into glazed green eyes, green eyes hot with lust and Gaara looked far too thoughtful for his tastes so he leaned down, whispering all the dark things he'd like to do to the boy.

All the ways he'd make him bleed.

How pretty he'd looked on his knees.

How hot and tight he was.

Neji smirked as Gaara moaned and thrashed at every word and slapped the pale face softly, teasingly.

"You're such a slut."

And then said nothing for a long time, just pounded and pounded into Gaara at a furious rate.

Every thrust releasing his impotent rage, every thrust punishing Gaara for all the things that haunted Neji every day.

And as his balls tightened, Neji brought his hand to Gaara's swollen, sorely neglected cock and tugged once before whispering, "Come."

Moaninaaraaara obeyed, coming all over himself and his black-haired tormentor. The heat around Neji's cock seemed to multiply, the tightness growing impossibly, painfully harder and he came with a cry.

When they recovered, Neji raised up and looked down at the still-panting boy.

"You tell anyone about this," he threatened, eyes hot and furious and still aching, "And I'll make you regret it."

"Your eyes are not human," Gaara of the Sand grinned madly, all teeth and possessive snarl, "I like them."

He wrapped strong arms around Neji's neck, and roughly pulled him back down.

~Finis


AN: Has anyone noticed I'm supplicating you Backlash fans with drabbles?? *dodges rocks*

I'm actually typing it up right now... but I have to warn you guys... it turned out a little *gulps* comedic.