Sand Paper

Sand Paper

Disclaimer: I own nothing so don’t sue me ‘cause that would be really sad…

Authors Notes: I took a few liberties in this story such as how I make Shukaku germanish and the fact that I gave him control over Gaara's sand armor so dont get your panties in a twist over it.

Thoughts
‘Gaara’s thoughts’
“Shukaku’s Thoughs”

Warning: Noncon rape, blood and stuff …If it makes your poor little tummy turn then don’t read!

The sound of the sand hissing unhappily inside the gourd seated beside his desk caused Gaara to glance up from his papers and train his green eyes on the gourd with an annoyed look. Sometimes it was worse than a puppy, swirling around inside its container. ‘Let me out, let’s play!’ it seemed to say whenever the other was in the mist of working on papers. Being the Kazekage hardly allowed him the luxury of simply whipping out his sand and playing with it whenever it demanded, however the sand didn’t care about those things. The sand after all…was just sand...it didn’t care about most things.

“Your sand wants to be let out,” Gaara felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle at the sound of the soft purring voice inside his head. Years of familiarity with the sickeningly sweet voice kept his stomach from knotting up in discomfort and kept his face impassive. His eyes flickered over the paper, refusing to give the sand demon the pleasure of receiving a reply.

“Ignoring me? How sad…You know how I feel about you ignoring me, Liebling.”

Gaara’s fingers slipped between the pages of the mission report in front of him, flipping through even as he felt himself growl inside his mind to the other at the ridiculous pet name. Darling indeed… Shukaku laughed softly at his reaction. It seemed that no matter what the red head did, the one tail demon found some sadistic pleasure in it.

“I’m bored mein liebling, amuse me,” Shukaku murmured softly and Gaara could feel him squirming around in his brain, almost as if he was stroking the other. His gut did do a sickening flip then, he hated when the other acted like this.

“Amuse yourself,”Gaara muttered unhappily under his breath. He had the sneaky suspicion the other was about to show him some personal memories post being trapped in the red heads body that would not put him in a happy mood. The other always seemed to know exactly how to get under the Kazekage’s skin, even after all these years.

“Amuse myself he says, and how should I amuse myself? Oh Liebling lets play!”

The sand hissed unhappily once again and Gaara glanced across the room just in time to see the cork pop from the dark mouth of the gourd. What was the demon up to?

“I don’t want to play with you, play with yourself…” He muttered again, trying to keep his voice low. He knew his ANBU were probably watching him through the window and it certainly wouldn’t help him look sane to his underlings to be sitting at his desk growling and mumbling to himself.

“But I want to play with you,” It was a soft whisper that made the young man shiver uncomfortably. The other was obviously up to nothing good as usual.

“Shukaku…” Gaara gritted his teeth and nearly jerked from his seat behind the desk when he felt the warm grains of sand wrap themselves around his left ankle. He shifted slightly, shaking his leg furiously under the desk trying to rid himself of the sand that seemed to want to cling to him more than black lint on a white shirt.

“Yes mien liebling? Is there something you want?” Shukaku chuckled softly from inside the red head’s mind as the sand crept up along his right ankle, sliding up to his thighs. Gaara inhaled shakily as he stiffened in his seat.

‘Down boy!’ He hissed angry at the sand, trying to force it to back down off his legs and back into its container even though the overly excited grains didn’t seem very interested in listening to its usual master. In fact Gaara swore the sand was giggling at him, even though everyone knew sand did not giggle.

“I don’t think it likes you,” The demon chuckled, making the other stiffen and grind his teeth in frustration.

“Tell it to let me go, I don’t have time for your foolish games Shukaku…” Gaara managed to hiss between his tightly clenched teeth. His jade colored eyes glanced down at the sand that was now working its way over his lower body uncomfortably. It was warm and heavy like an uninvited body pressing him down into the chair. The simple action made him want to squirm even though he couldn’t move.

The sand shifted slightly, rearing up over his lap and grasping him around the waist. Gaara barely bit back a grunt of furry when the sand yanked him from his chair and threw him down upon the desk. Papers fluttered to the floor and the wood groaned unhappily under the weight of the red head and the sand that was pressing him down none too gently.

“Shu-” He nearly choked when the sand rushed over his mouth silencing him in mid-hiss. The Kazekage gagged against the sand that was pressing into his mouth. He could feel some grainy particles that had made it past his lips making his mouth feel dry and uncomfortable. Jerking furiously he reached out to claw at the sand over his mouth trying to remove it as he breathed hard through his nose. It was a lucky thing that he didn’t inhale any of the sand through his nose or he would have been utterly screwed.

The sand around his lower body hummed and hissed unhappily and suddenly he found his hands shoved back away from his mouth and cuffed to the table. His eyes rolled wildly trying to find a place to focus but it wasn’t like there was a culprit to pin his angry gaze on, the one responsible for pinning him like this to the table was currently chuckling contently inside his mind.

‘Stop this!’ Gaara snarled to the laughing demon who only emoted the feeling of a smirk to the other.

“Hm…? Stop…? Let me think about that….mh…no I don’t think I will stop.” Shukaku giggled softly. “I like this don’t you?”

‘No.’ The red head hissed in return, his eyes narrowed at the ceiling uncomfortably. Now that he was here, gagged and pinned down by his own sand he had to admit he was starting to get nervous. He could feel his heart thudding hard in his chest and he was sure the other knew how hard he was breathing.

“Oh dear me, Liebling…you’re not having a good time?” The voice was way too amused and Gaara wished he could punch the demon. Alas it was hard to punch something living in your body that was merged with your mind.

His thoughts were cut short when he felt the scratchy warmth of the sand slipping under his shirt and over the skin of his chest. He could feel the sand digging into his pale skin and his nose wrinkled up when he smelt the metallic smell of fresh blood. The red head’s body arched slightly at the slight stinging of the sand cutting his flesh. It might have felt good under some other circumstances but right now it was only succeeding in unnerving the pale Kazekage. This was Shukaku after all.

A muffled grunt slipped out from under the sand gag as the sand squirmed its way up his chest. When the sand on his chest suddenly exploded, shredding his shirt to bits and pieces the red head couldn’t help but flinch. The action made Shukaku snicker even more.

‘Stop this! Now! Do you think you can really get away with this foolishness?’

“I’m getting away with it as we speak. Is my little Liebling frightened?”

‘As if I could ever be frightened of you,’ Gaara tried to sound stern and more controlled than he felt at the moment. It was harder than usual as his flesh quivered from the feeling of the sand stroking over his chest. ‘S-stop!’

There was no reply but Gaara could feel the demon mentally licking his lips and his stomach sank so fast he felt ill. Sand rushed over his chest, covering him and pressing down hard on his chest. The red head swallowed hard, the sand still gritty in his mouth making him gag once again. He felt the pressure of the sand circling his nipples, pinching it viciously and rolling the hardening nubs as if they were caught between fingers. The Kazekage jerked, twisting his body desperately, even though he couldn’t get away. He didn’t want to be touched like this, not by anyone and most certainly not by his own sand under the control of his unwanted host.

“Doesn’t it feel good mien liebling…?”

‘Fuck you’ Gaara snarled, his body jerking against the sand, trying to free himself from his position on the desk. Why was it that his ANBU hadn’t come in yet? Why were they ignoring this obviously unwanted attention by his own sand? A muffled scream of frustration slipped from behind the sand.

“Ah no, I believe I’m going to be fucking you,” Shukaku’s voice echoed in his head as Gaara’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the sand creeping under his pants and slipping them down to his sand shackled ankles.

The sand was creeping back up over his thighs, digging into him like small razors, leaving slashes along his pale usually unharmed body. Shukaku was even taking control of the sand armor, pulling it back and leaving open vulnerable skin for the sand to slit. Blood dribbled down the insides of his thighs and Gaara jerked under his bonds, practically foaming at the mouth from the others actions. Bastard.

His bare body jerked as his eyes rolled back and forth around the room in desperation. Hot warmth encircled his flaccid length and his hips jerked in surprise. No one touched Gaara like that and Gaara never touched himself, it was almost a forbidden action that he imposed on himself. Being aroused was a weakness the Kazekage couldn’t afford to give himself.

The sand was anything but pleasant on his length, rough and scratchy despite the warmth. An unhappy groan escaped his mouth that was still being smothered by the sand. He didn’t want this he didn’t want to be touched! Gaara’s legs twitched as they strained against the sand. He wanted to yank them up to his chest burry himself under his blanket and hide forever from this feeling that was building in his lower stomach.

There was no way in hell he was going to like what the demon was doing to him! Or at least that was what he continued to chant to himself as he attempted to block out the snickering and devious emotions Shukaku was currently running through his brain.

His hips jerked as he felt his flaccid length start to harden much to his own disgust. This wasn’t suppose to happen, he was suppose to be dead to this all. But obviously Shukaku wanted to humiliate him even more by making his body react. His fingers clenched into fists as he tried to close his eyes and block out the rough sandpaper feeling of the sand moving around his length. It burnt and stung and yet his body still reacted eagerly like a puppy after a stick. He was going to have a horrible rash tomorrow but now was not the time to be thinking of such things.

“Ah look how eager your young body is, you should really be doing these things more often don’t you think?”

‘Fuck off!’

Gaara’s hips arched upward in surprise as he felt sand surrounding his body and spreading his ass cheeks. Jade eyes widened as the sand prodded the puckered opening almost like a large curious finger. The Kazekage choked and his fingers scrabbled for purchase on the wooden desk as he felt the sand length shove its way in without warning. His back arched clear off the table and his mouth fell open behind the sand gag in a silent scream.

“So beautiful…”

Something was tearing deep inside of him and Gaara’s eyes watered as he felt the sand length slip out and then shove its way back inside of him harder than before. He was screaming but not even aware of his voice as his body strained against the sand that was holding him down, twisting himself from side to side but there was no way to escape the sand length thrusting in and out of his body. He could feel liquid slipping down the sides of his thighs and the Kazekage knew he had to be bleeding. The thought made his stomach twist and turn sickeningly.

“Enjoying yourself mien liebling?”

‘Fuck you Shukaku! Let me go!’ Even his mental voice was shaking, despite his attempt to keep his composure.

“If you beg me I might think about it”

‘Never’ Another scream ripped from his throat as the thrusts became harder, his body shaking under the attack from the sand. He couldn’t let himself submit to the other, he wouldn’t beg like a girl no matter what! Shukaku thought he could get his sick pleasures from him but Gaara refused to be his little puppet.

The Kazekage’s eyes rolled back into his head as the sand length seemed to swell inside of him and his legs were yanked roughly even farther apart. His forced erection had long since died, almost the moment the other hand forced the sand inside of him. He tried to bite down on his lower lip to hold his whimpered cries in but he could barely feel his mouth anymore under the sand. He could barely feel any of his body through the painful burning in his lower regions. No…He couldn’t give in…but oh god it hurt so bad…he felt so sick he was afraid that if the sand hadn’t been covering his mouth he would have vomited.

“Nothing like being fucked by sandpaper eh liebling?”

‘Let me go…’ His inner voice cracked with frustration. It hurt so bad oh god every thrust felt like a hot poker being shoved in his battered body. All he wanted to do was die.

“Say you’re enjoying youself,” Shukaku was taunting him even as another smothered sob escaped Gaara’s mouth. It felt like his body was being torn in two as the sand shoved its way deeper and deeper into his abused bleeding body.

‘I’m enjoying myself, you sick bastard! Now let me go!’

“Yes?” Gaara could almost feel the other smirking happily at his words and he felt violently ill as his body lurched forward as the thrusts became especially vicious. Gaara’s throat hurt and his insides were burning. “Beg for me to stop liebling…beg me for what you want…”

‘Stop oh fucking god stop!’ He felt utterly ashamed of himself being cowed so easily by the demon but his mind and body were quickly shutting down.

“Youre too easy to break slut…I’ve barely done anything…pussy…” Shukaku was sneering in his mind but Gaara could hardly pay attention to anything beyond the burning in his ass. The sand was tumbling out and his body shook slightly, slumping against the table. Everything seemed hazy and the metallic smell of blood hung thick in the air as the sand hissed across the floor. Gaara laid his head against the wood of the table, breathing heavily through his mouth as his eyes flickered shut as his body slumped weakly on the table.

Suddenly the red head jerked upright, his spine stiffening as his eyes shot open and a hand shot to his mouth, gagging slightly. He was seated in his chair again and the desk was still covered in papers. Oh god….a dream…the whole fucking thing had been a dream…

Groaning softly to himself, the pale man covered his eyes with a shaking hand. Thank god…He was never eating leftovers from Temari’s fridge ever again. The red head was drawn from his furious thoughts over his sister’s leftovers by the soft impatient hiss of the sand sitting in the gourd next to his desk. ‘Let me out…I want to play’ it whined. Gaara’s body stiffened ever so slightly as he stared at the gourd filled with the buzzing sand.

“Your sand wants to be let out…”

Gaara choked.