Dance for me 2

Gaara's meditations broke as his desk began to vibrate. Again, the horrible music was playing.
'Must have had another dream...' he thought to himself.
He was tempted to go and confirm who the dream was about for certain...but he wouldn't bring himself to humiliation again. Of course he had had a night of fun and a new experience that last time, he never was the uke before. And indeed, it had felt good, but having to do what he did to spur Kankuro's actions... He still chided himself for dancing so ridicuously, and besides it wouldn't be pay-back if the situation repeated. That, and he already knew who his brother was trying to push out of his mind. It was always about him.
After the particular night in question, things had been unusually silent with Kankuro. He made it seem like a one-night stand, which worked well for the plan he was forming. It'd leave him unwary for when Gaara made his move, if Kank thought he was completely un-interested.
But then there was how to go through with the procedure that he hadn't even formed yet. He could barge in and take control, or he could trick him. Either way he would make sure that he was the one in control and something would happen for that terrible music.
The animalistic behavior and hunger in Kankuro..he could deal with that.
He leaned back comfortably in the arm chair. He could feel the cut of Kank's name on his back scratch against his shirt as it rubbed against the back of the chair. The cuts were almost gone now, and he had given himself until they completely healed as the day he would act.

It was fun wating. He had taken up listening to Kankuro sleep. Not only was it beneficial, occasionally Kankuro would reveal something that he wanted or something he loathed, but it was also kind of entertaining. He would sit on the roof outside of his window, listening intently. He found it amazing the number of erotic dreams the Kabuki could have. And occasionally he could even hear the puppet-nin wake up and lye there panting from the heat of the dream, even sometimes venturing into the bathroom to take care of it.
Sometimes Gaara even brought tea and his sketch book along.
He picked up his pencil and looked around him. The night was breezy, and a banner was billowing near him. He retrieved an artists' pencil from his sash and begane to draw the entrancing banner. The movement was inspiring. Sometime later as he was begining to draw the creases of the flowing cloth his brother began to dream.
He was tossing and turning in his bed and breathing heavily. The Crimson peered inside to find his brother gripping the bed sheets and felt the familiar hardness of arousal. It was then he got his inspiration. He glanced over at the banner and smiled inwardly. Why not do it now? He didn't need to wait for the cuts to heal. It wasn't like the Kabuki would see them anyway...

He crept quietly, yet swiftly, over to the banner and removed it from it's pole. He went to the one situated a few yards away and did the same.
Stopping at the window on his way to retrive the other banner on the far side he listend in on his brother. Judging from how heavy he was breathing and the tent that had formed from his bed sheet he had ten more mintues or so before Kankuro would wake up disoriented and run to take care of it.
He growled to himself. There wasn't enough time. He had to hide the puppets. Even if he tied his brother down a simple finger movement could send Karasu, Kuroari, or even Sanshouo to push him away. The risk thrilled him and only aroused him further. But it was too dangerous, he would have to wait another day.

In the morning Kankuro was as oblivious to the nightly visitor as usual. It greatly amused the red-head, especially because his brother had no missions for the next few days and would be tied up with Temari who had nagged his for help cleaning. It would be an all day affair.
He watched his brother follow Temari, his face clearly showing displeasure in the activity. A few minutes later he went to hs brothers room, and right away found the first puppet Kuroari leaning against the wall. He picked up the marionette and cautiously looked out of the door. Clear. He went to his room and put the puppet in his closet. He returned as cautious as before and found the other two in his brother's closet.
'Convienient.' he thought as he hoisted Karasu onto his back, dragging Sanshouo behind him by the cloak it adorned, to be hidden with the other puppet in his closet. He looked at the clock on the wall. 1:39...He had many hours left he would have to occupy.
He put the hours to use by collecting paraphenila for the night's fun. He stored them all in a zippable bag and glanced at the clock again. 2:05.
He smirked. There were some odd things in that bag.
When the sky had turned dark his siblings had returned. Temari had gone to her wing of the house and Kanuro to his. Gaara could hear water running through the pipes as he sat outside his brother's window patiently waiting. Some time later the water ceased and he heard Kankuro come into his bedroom. He heard the rustle of the sheets being pulled back and sighed to himself silently. After all the days waiting he only had to wait another 20 mniutes or so for his brother to drift off and most possibly have another erotic dream.

10 minutes, less than he had thought. His brother had once again began to toss and turn. The Crimson silently entered through the window. He ventured over to the side of his bed and knelt down, setting the bag down gingerly beside him. He unzipped it slowly and removed the banners. He hesitated. He would have to execute it perfectly. as his bother moved his neck side to side he was slowly able to pulle a length of the fabric around his brothers neck. He tied it into a collar that was just tight enough to still let him breathe, but be very difficult to become loose.
He braced himself, positioning the second banner in his hand. With swift and powerful movement he lifted his brother's torso in a sitting position and tied his forearms torgether. Working just as fast his pushed them up and tied them againts his upper arms around his back. In his shocked, half awake state Kankuro tried to scream, but was muted by another banner being tied as a gag. He turned his head to see his brother smiling wickedly at him.
The Crimson tugged at the collar and pushed Kankuro off of the bed. He pulled down his boxers and tied his thighs together. Humiliated and dazed with sleep Kankuro only blushed and sat down in a bent over postition on his knees. He couldn't move. His brother looked him over. "Don't move." He said and went outside.
Kankuro watched the figure return, holding a large candle. He was walking unusually carefully.
Gaara looked down at his brother. "Stay still." He said, as he placed the candle on his brothers back. Surprised at the touch he twitched slightly, causing the candle to tip slightly and cover him with molten wax. Gaara grabbed the candle before his brother could move to spill anymore. "I told you," he said "Do. Not. Move. You'll be covered in more of it if you do."
He gently placed the candle back down and reached into his bag. Kankuro turned his head slightly to see what his brother was doing, and was promptly slapped, causing the candle to spill more of the firey wax on him.
"You only do what I tell you to do or you'll be punished." He said simply, and returned to his bag. He removed and lit two more candles and placed them on the desk next to the bed. He went into the bag again. Kankuro tried to look once more but was met with another slap. His brother walked to the small fridge Kankuro had in his room and removed a tray of ice. Cracking the plastic of the tray and removing a cube, he scolded the Kabuki. "I told you you would be punished."
He placed the ice on the tip of Kank's entrance and pushed it in. He bucked at the painful cold and caused the candle on his back to splash on him again. After a minute he pulled it back out. "You should learn to listen." The Crimson said, and returned to his bag. He pulled out a small ring and removed the candle. He pulled on the leash and told his brother to raise himself. He slipped the ring around his brother's penis.
"This is called Kali's Teeth." He said as his brother trembled slightly. "I'm sure you can feel the spikes. You aren't allowed to be fully aroused. When I choose to I'll take it off." He unzipped his pants and pulled out his member. He placed the candle back on his brothers back and took his gag out, letting it rest around his neck.
"Take it in." He said, and pushed his head down when he tried to look up.
Kankuro took the member in his mouth and moved carefully, trying not to move the candle. He stopped to lave his tongue over the sensitive head and sank back down slowly. He was met with a light wip and his mouth tightened at the pain.
"Don't go so slow." He said.
Readying himself for the hot wax he pumped his head as fast as he could while trying not to move. He pressed his tongue hard against the shaft as he went up and flicked the sensitive tip before going down.
"Take more in." Gaara said.
Kankuro moved as far as he could. When the Crimson felt that it was in his esophagus he threw the wax of one of the candles over the Kabuki. His throat tightened and he moaned, causing vibrating waves of pleasure through Gaara's body. He bucked into the feeling and the candle on his back tipped again, sending another pulsation from Kankuro's moans throught him.
Kank pulled his head up and coughed. Gaara removed the candle from his back and placed it next to the others.
"I need to reposition you." Gaara said. "Are you going to be good?"
The brunette nodded. He untied the fabric from his arms and legs. "Stand." He ordered.
Kankuro stood up, the wax on his back cracked and the still molten areas slid down his backside.
Gaara took him by the wrists and sat on the bed. He pulled them around himself and made his brother kneel on the floor.
"Continue." he said.
Kankuro took the hard length in his mouth and did as his brother said. He felt him self become hard and the teeth of the ring pressed into his tender skin. He winced at the denial and became flaccid again. Eager to please he kept going, tracing his fingers down and circling the Crimson's opening. He dipped his finger in as he sucked and moved it in a circle, slowly opening him. The entrance was tight from the way he was sitting but he was able to get another finger in. He pushed them in and out with the rythm of his mouth.
Gaara's back arched and he inhaled deeply. Kankuro became aroused again but was stopped by the ring. It was getting harder to endure. Every twich or gasp from his brother would send something down his spine as well, and he was becoming hard frequently.
"Stop." Gaara said, his voice lavish from pleasure.
Kankuro removed his fingers, leaving behind a warm sensation. "Get on your knees."
His brother did as he was told and Gaara was soon behind him. The tip of his cock lingered at the entrance.
"Tell me you want it." he said.
Kankuro blushed at the humiliation he was being put through. But he did want it, bad. "Please take me.." he said, his face flushed. He was glad Gaara couldn't see him.
He pushed the tip into his entrance and stopped again. Kankuro's length twitched in arousal, and was painfully stopped at by the ring.
"Gaara..the ring.." he reminded.
"That's for me to decide, not you."
He was disapointed, but the feeling of Gaara's head inside him was distracting enough. He tried to push back into it, but Gaara snapped his back with the small horse whip. "If you want it," he said "then ask me for it. Beg."
Kankuro squeezed his eyes close, but then pleaded "Please go all the way in."
He didn't move.
"Please Gaara go in more, please!"
He untied the collar instead.
"Damnit Gaara! Fuck me!"
The Crimson rammed into him and he screamed softly. The ring once again stopped his erection, but the filled sensation slightly overpowered it.
His brother pumped in again, and his abdobmen became warm. He whimpered, every tiny movement would cause the ring to hurt him a little more. Gaara bent over him and slowly slipped off the ring. Instantly, he became erect in Gaara's hand and he stroked it. He kept rubbing it and turned his head to his brother's neck. He nipped him lightly, licking over the spots he bit, before returning.
He pumped in and out of the tight entrance rapidly.
The Kabuki's muscles clenched twice quickly, slowing the movement. The red-head slowed down entirely and placed his hands on the brunettes chest. He pressed his nails in slightly and drug them along his body, stopping to encirlce his shaft before coming back up. He moved gently back and forth, and dragged his nails over a beaded nipple. He moved around it in circles and stood up again.
The trails where he had run his nails left burning cool rivers.
He moved his hands to the Kabuki's wax-covered back and dug his nails in deep on the parts that were bare. He grabbed the pelvis and rammed in hard again, making his brother cry out in painful ecstasy. He continued at the animalistic pace while reaching over to the bed stand. He picked up one of the candles he lit earlier. He poured the molten liquid on the places he had dug his nails and felt his brother tense around him again.
He bent down and hooked his arms around his brother's pulling him up, sitting in his lap. He held him in this position, the wax from his brother's back running on to his smaller body and down the crease of his v-line. "Move." he instructed, and the willing brunette did as was told. Gaara bucked into him everytime he was almost fully down, hitting his prostate and sending shivers through his body and down to his groin. He continued as fast as possible, each thrust brushing the senitive gland and sending shockwaves through his body.
Kankuro's muscles spasmed with orgasm and he keened loudly. They came in unison, the red's seed spilling deep inside of him. They stayed still for a moment, both of them panting from the strain. Gaara flipped his brother over, managaing to stay inside. He pulled a small switch blade from a pocket inside his shirt and scraped off the wax from the uke's back. He flipped it open and pressed the blade lightly on the skin, watching his brother's face.
He carved the first letter "G" on to his back slightly aroused by the submissive behavior. "a-a-r." He cut, "a."
He bent down, closing the switch blade, and ran his tongue over the wounds. He traced each letter slwly, then as if to punctuate completion he thrust into the worn entrance again.

He put himself away and picked up the acessories, excluding the candles on the desk. Walking over to the window he came in from he turned and said "Mine."

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Yeah, so Gaara drinks tea/coffee and sketches, what of it? *makes funny face* I kind of envision him as an artist....oooohhh...feeling inspiration *,,,,* ahhhh a piece of paper lit on fire when I was writing this, haha
Smokey: "Only you ca-"
Mint: "chyup."
CA-CHYUP KETCHUP AHHHH pumpkin flavoured fetus >.< I'm seriously thinking about changing the names of these and turning it into a series. Kind of like a seme uke battle...thinger...
I think I will. Goodness this was long over due >.>

pernis.