Like It Or Not

Pairings: Gaara/Sasuke (in this chapter), any combination of Gaara, Sasuke, and Naruto (in the entire fic).

Disclaimer: not mine.

Warnings: this chapter- Yaoi, oral, S/m, mostly N/c- in a coercive sort of way. In the run of the fic (probably)- Yaoi, Oral, Anal, Bond and lots of fun stuff....

Spoilers: not much really, the fic is set years after the show and isn’t too reflective. If you’ve read/watched up to a certain point, you’ll pick up on stuff I might be referencing, and if you haven’t it might make you go ‘huh?’ but I don’t think it gives too much away.

Notes: the character’s ages are probably between 20-25


Sasuke had been running for to long. The time when he’d slept in a bed, had eaten real food, had real friends. Friends...the heart he thought he’d turned to stone contracted painfully. He hated to admit it, but he missed that loudmouthed kid and the annoying pink haired girl. He allowed himself a regretful sigh before pushing away his loneliness. A missing-nin had no room for loneliness- only survival. And of course it was when he was musing how good he’d gotten at escaping the ANBU that the attack came.

Maybe if hadn’t been exhausted, he would have seen it coming. Maybe if he hadn’t been completely drained, he would have been able to mount some kind of defense. Or maybe he would have never stood a chance.

One moment he was kneeling to wash his face in a small stream and the next he was being pulled wildly into the air, arms and legs unable to move, pinned by sand. Sand? Shit, there was only one shinobi that Sasuke had ever met who used sand...

“You remember me, Uchiha Sasuke...” Sasuke rotated slowly in the air, turning to face the murderous redhead he remembered all to well. It had been years since they’d last met but the voice, the gourd and the tattoo could not be mistaken.

Sasuke found he was able to speak, “Sabaku no Gaara.” There was no fear in his voice, no panic. Nothing but relief; death couldn’t be worse than his miserable existence. He should have taken a kunai to his wrists long ago.

Gaara looked at him for a long moment, regarding him with cool emerald eyes. There was something predatory in his gaze- something hungry and fierce. “I could kill you here.” He paused to let that sink in. “I’m actually rather tempted....but I have orders to bring you back.”

The threat didn’t particularly impress Sasuke, death had been a step behind for years- he’d always known that sooner or later it would win the race.

“You’re taking orders now?” Sasuke scoffed.

“The hokage requested me to and really this is hardly a chore. You didn’t put up much of a fight, Uchiha.”

Sasuke fought the impulse to defend himself. Excuses were hardly fitting for a ninja- even a shamed one. “So Tsunade sent you after me, did she?”

“No, Tsunade didn’t...Naruto is hokage now. Tsk, tsk, Uchiha, you really haven’t been keeping up on current affairs,” Gaara drawled while Sasuke reeled. Naruto....hokage?

His surprise broke through his stoic mask. “That baka is hokage?”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about my lover that way.”

Sasuke was still processing the first revelation and it took a long moment for the last statement to sink in. When it did Gaara laughed harshly at his expression.

“Don’t tell me you’re surprised?” Gaara mocked. The sand drifted toward Gaara slowly, taking Sasuke with it. He stopped a scant few inches in front of the leering sand-nin, so close that he could clearly make out the red tattoo.

“Surely you’ve slept with him? Traced the seal on his stomach with your tongue? Felt his mouth around your cock? Perhaps he lacks delicacy but he more than makes it up in enthusiasm, I think.” The answer must have been clear on Sasuke’s face. “You look so shocked. Surely you’ve at least thought about it- don’t be coy. Why else would you reject that Haruno girl? Every girl actually. You broke all their hearts.” Gaara ran a single finger down Sasuke’s forehead to tap him playfully on the nose. “But I don’t think you’ll break mine.”

Sasuke wanted to escape but the sand held him firmly, almost painfully. But it wasn’t Gaara that alarmed Sasuke so much- it was him own reaction. Gaara’s words sent a thrill of electricity straight to Sasuke’s cock. He’d always told himself that he felt nothing out of the ordinary for the blonde, that all boys had similar affections, but he’d never really believed it.

Gaara pressed his lips against Sasuke’s, whose mouth opened eagarly to Gaara’s demands. Gaara’s tongue slipped past his teeth demanding that Sasuke yield to him. After a long moment, Gaara broke off the kiss, leaving Sasuke open-mouthed and panting.

“You’re certainly eager- are you always this easy?” the redhead asked caustically. “Because I can fix that.” He kissed Sasuke again, this time biting his lower lip. Sasuke whimpered and tasted blood. Gaara laughed. “You’re coming back to Konoha with me no matter what. But if you are obedient I’ll release you from the sand.” Sasuke felt Gaara’s hand come up between his legs, gently rubbing his balls and hardening cock. “Do you swear to do as I order you?” Sasuke nodded, incapable of forming coherent words. Gaara’s grip became uncomfortably tight, making Sasuke tense. “Disobey me and I will kill you.” The grip tightened a little more, Sasuke groaned in protest. “And it will not be quick.”

Suddenly the sand that had been holding him up was gone, and Sasuke collapsed onto the forest floor seeing stars. When he recovered, he looked up expecting to see Gaara ready to pounce, instead the sand-nin was reclining on the mossy bank of the creek, casually propped up on one elbow. The gourd lay seemingly out of reach, but Sasuke wasn’t fooled. Gaara had only appeared to surrender his advantage.

“Stand up.” Sasuke struggled to his feet, trying to gather what shreds of his dignity remained. “Strip.” Sasuke hesitated and Gaara frowned. A tendril of sand reached for him threateningly and Sasuke hurriedly pulled his shirt over his head. After pulling his shoes off one after the other, he slowly worked his pants down over hips made bony from his long flight. Why anyone would want to see his pale flesh was beyond him. He stood completely nude in the clearing, sunlight dappling the ground here and there. The slight breeze against his naked skin felt strange but pleasant. His hands, so accustomed to being in his pockets, searched for a place to rest. They refused Gaara the pleasure of seeing him struggle to cover himself by settling insolently on his hips.

Gaara regarded him with satisfaction. “A little scrawny, perhaps- but you’ve got what counts.” Sasuke broke his resolve and blushed. “Touch yourself.” Sasuke’s cheeks grew hotter.

“What?” he said involuntarily.

“I told you to touch yourself. And to think that you were once Konoha’s best and brightest. Now. I want to see you get hard.”

Sasuke struggled to swallow, his entire body felt electrified, and Gaara’s eyes sending shivers through him whenever he made the mistake of looking him in the eye. But even when he looked away he could feel Gaara’s gaze on him, hot as the desert sun. Avoiding his gaze felt like surrender. Sasuke stubbornly looked up, black eyes holding green as he slid a palm across his belly, down through the dark curls to his tingling cock. He wrapped shaking fingers around his throbbing member. Fuck. It was more Gaara’s hungry expression was doing more to arouse him than his own tentative stroking. Since when had he liked voyeurism?

Gaara’s jade eyes gleamed; he rubbed himself idly through his pants. “That’s pathetic,
Uchiha. Or we’ll be here all afternoon. ...Unless you’d like that?”

“So is your little boyfriend going to be happy about this?” Sasuke spat venomously. Before he could blink, his he found him self laid out spreadeagle on the grass, wrists and ankles pinned by unyielding sand. Even in his panic and disorientation, Sasuke had to admire Gaara’s chakra control.

“I was obeying,” Sasuke protested through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, well, you pissed me off, which was a fucking stupid thing to do,” Gaara said rising and stalking toward the helpless Sasuke. He squatted next to the naked man and lightly trailed the tips of his fingers over the skin of Sasuke’s stomach. Sasuke jumped and his breath hitched. “But of course, Sasuke-kun, you do a lot of fucking stupid things.” The touch worked up along his ribs and Sasuke took a deep breath acclimating himself to the touch. Suddenly Gaara grabbed a nipple and pinched hard. Sasuke yelped at the unexpected pain and then groaned as Gaara sucked gently on his other nipple. The combination of pleasure and pain making his cock ache with need. Gaara’s clever mouth worked its way up Sasuke’s chest, along his collar bone, behind his ear.

“You are so fucking easy, whore,” Gaara whispered into Sasuke’s ear before nipping his earlobe, hard. Gaara worked his way back down, slowly so slowly, stopping to taste every inch on Sasuke’s quivering body. He dipped his tongue into Sasuke’s bellybutton. Sasuke struggled to work his way higher, force the redhead’s mouth lower, but the sand gave him no room.

Gaara was between his legs now, alternately kissing and biting the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Suddenly Gaara pulled away, Sasuke nearly cried, thrashing in his efforts to regain the desired touch.

“I don’t know,” Sasuke barely focused on Gaara’s words through the hazy of desire. “Do you really want me to?”

Any dignity Sasuke had been clinging to had disappeared. “Please.” He nodded, meeting Gaara’s gaze. “Please.”

Gaara leaned over and took Sasuke’s cock in his mouth in one swallow. Sasuke nearly came right then. Gaara held still for a long moment, then slowly lifted his head, sliding off Sasuke’s cock. Every muscle in Sasuke’s body was tense, his teeth gritted and his eyes were closed in blissful agony. Gaara impaled him self again, tongue laving. Increasing the speed, Gaara growled as the head of Sasuke’s cock hit the back of his throat, the vibration sent Sasuke over the edge and he spilled himself into Gaara’s mouth. Gaara swallowed smugly and rested his head on Sasuke’s stomach, running a quieting hand from hip to knee. Sasuke took a deep breath, trying to regain his breath.

“Poor Sasuke-chan. It’s been a long time hasn’t it?” Sasuke didn’t appreciate the demeaning use of ‘chan’ but still hadn’t recovered sufficiently to string together a coherent sentence. “So maybe you’ve forgotten that it isn’t polite to take without giving.”

It took a moment for Sasuke to understand what Gaara meant and when he did, he felt physically sick with apprehension and shame.