Taking Direction

Fandom/Pairing: Naruto (Gaara/Sasuke)

Title: Taking Direction

Author: ursweetheartles (ME ^.^)

Rating: uh, hard R to NC-17

Warnings: Oral, NC, Sand!Molestation, small emotional breakdown, un-beta'd, probably crap

Status: One Shot, with possible sequel

A/N: This is dedicated to/the fault of Manda and Kimbly, neither of which pay any attention to Naruto and it's existance at all. this came out of trying to give a brief account of cannon to them. this is unbeta'd, and un test read, so let me know if theres anything you think i can do to make it better. criticism is welcome, but flames are not. and tell me if anyone is interested in a sequel, of Sasuke getting his sorry ass dragged home, because it's on my list, but pretty low down right now, and i may not do it if no one cares. k? k! ^.^


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Sasuke wasn't really sure how long he'd been out in the stupid woods, he lost count of the days somewhere around the second week of it. Nothing new really happened out there, just more of the same, day in and day out, sunrise, sunset. He'd run away from Orochimaru, but that seemed like it had been forever ago. The sannin had let it slip that he wasn't sure the timetable would allow them to kill Itachi before Sasuke needed to hand over his body, so Sasuke had left. He'd also cut off the bastard's head with his own fucking sword. At least, he thought he did, everything was kind of blurry around the edges now, and Sasuke wasn't sure what had and hadn't actually happened. He blamed the damn woods.

He reckoned that it was somewhere around a month after that when he'd run into his brother, in a little town on the border of sound. Sasuke had assumed he was strong enough by now, and at the very least he was crazy enough, and he'd let the anger well up inside of him, gathered up his hate, and charged in. Needless to say he hadn't won, he hadn't even come close. He wasn't sure how long it had been since then, but that was how he'd ended up there, wondering aimlessly through the woods again, feverish from lack of chakra, loss of blood, and whatever the hell had been on the senbon Itachi had embedded in his shoulder out of pure spite.

He couldn't see out of his left eye anymore, swollen and puffy as it was, and the lack of depth perception this caused made hunting damn near impossible. He'd been surviving on nuts and berries for the most part, if you could call what he'd been doing surviving. Most of the time he was pretty sure he wasn't dead yet, though there were times when he was honestly not sure. He knew he was weakening fast though, fainting at odd intervals, getting dizzy spells. He blamed it on the poison, and the almost definitely infected wounds across his shoulder, down his side, across his left cheek.

That was how Gaara found him, flat out on his back on the forest floor, making some weird noise in his throat. Sasuke was weak, and damn near dead. He'd assumed the other nin was a hallucination at first, having been away from human contact since his brother had left him again. He'd ignored the other boy, up until the sand had picked him up and hurled him, he was pretty sure hallucinations couldn't do that. Still, there wasn't much he could do anyways, but struggle to sit up under the tree he'd been bashed against, most unfruitfully, and sputter a little, regarding Gaara as warily as he was capable of right then. He managed to catch the words when the sand nin's mouth had moved, even if they were a little out of sync in his head.

"Maybe if you'd listened the first time, I wouldn't have to kick your ass so hard, Uchiha. I fail to see what he finds so endearing about you in the first place. Maybe if I hit you a couple more times you'd die and I could just bring back the body. It would probably get him off this little finding you kick, but the mourning would probably be more than would be worth it." The words separated in his head, weaving through his brain before reforming several times, until things clicked together. They still didn't make much sense though.

"Who?" His voice was cracked and torn from disuse and dehydration. He hated how weak he sounded, and readied himself for some barb from the other ninja. To his surprise Gaara just ignored the single word he'd managed to get out.

"Well, it's not like I could really bring you back like this either, he'd kill me for sure. Well, at the very least he'd whine and pout. Looks like I'm going to have to bring you in and fix you before we go back. Fuck he better appreciate this."

Sasuke didn't quite follow the reasoning there, hell, he wasn't even sure he'd gotten all the words in the right order at this point, but something inside of him, coincidentally something he hated at the moment, had understood the part where he was being taken somewhere, anywhere else. That was reason enough to be excited. With a flick of the redhead's wrist he was surrounded by sand, pulling him up none too gently and swinging him into the air, enveloping him. The last thing he remembered was the rasp of the sand against his skin before he blacked out.

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He woke up coughing, his lungs aching, but that wasn't new really. He could feel something cold and hard beneath him, it felt like hardpacked dirt against the bare skin on his legs. There was nothing remarkable about that either really. His eyes were closed, at least he thought they were closed, everything around him was dark and dry. It registered then that there was no movement of wind, no white noise of the forest, so he probably wasn't outside. He shifted himself, rolling from his back onto hands and knees. He wobbled a little bit before he started coughing again, painfully. It burned his throat, which was raw and dry from dust and sickness, and he couldn't help but wince, his fingers curling into the packed dirt of the floor.

He heard a hollow laughter behind him, and his head shot around to face it, which was a mistake. His world jolted and spun for a moment, as he fought off the misty fingers of nausea wrapping themselves around his organs. He fell into another fit of coughing then, lightheaded as he was, and he felt something warm and wet on his fingers when he drew them away. He desperately hoped it wasn't blood.

Something shifted behind him and he turned again, more carefully this time. He tried to activate his sharingan to pierce the gloom, but the moment he started a burning pain shot through his head, following the passageways of nerves like a carefully laid out labyrinth beneath his skin. He was weak now, weaker than before, and the ebbing pain scared him. He reached out, trying to gather his chakra, to do anything. Only it wasn't there, there was nothing but the low ebb of vital energy, keeping him alive, not enough to do anything else with.

As the pain faded to a dull ache, he chanced opening his eyes again, turning in the direction of the sound. He froze. Gaara, shit, shit, I'm screwed. What does he want from me? Slowly the pieces of his memory fit together. He relaxed slightly. That's right, he needs me, he won't kill me. He has to bring me to someone, someone who obviously has enough sway over him to make him do things. Still, the sand shinobi cut an intimidating figure in the dim hall, lounging back on a large stone chair, his sand hissing around his feet restlessly, like a watchdog or a sleeping dragon. He swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat, and struggled unsteadily to his feet. The hollow laughter returned then, as Gaara smiled at him. It wasn't comforting in any way.

"Now, now, Sasuke. Your chakra is gone, drained and sealed, so I wouldn't even try if I were you, but you've probably figured that out by now, if you're half as smart as you think you are. I couldn't just let you misbehave, now could I? He told me to bring you back alive, but he didn't say I couldn't take it out of your ass if you were bad. Though I'm sure bringing damaged goods wouldn't make him happy, I'm sure he'd understand, because it's you after all."

The voice was gravelly and thick, obviously amused at the boy's predicament. The sand hissed up around him as Sasuke took a shaky step forwards, gathering around the sand shinobi like a halo. It made Sasuke decidedly more nervous, knowing that any wrong move might lead to a painful death, or at least a light maiming.

"Wh-why am I here?" He tried to make his voice sound deep and demanding, but it came out as more of a squeak, breaking over his dry throat, cracking as it left his mouth. He winced a little at the sound, it was so weak. He felt so helpless right then, and it weighed heavily on his famed Uchiha pride. Gaara just chuckled darkly.

"You're here because the Hokage ordered your collection, should your whereabouts ever become apparent. As the Kage of Sunagakure, it is my political duty to see this done, but the Hokage is a very very close personal friend of mine, and I take the responsibility a little more to heart because of it."

Gaara waived a hand in his direction dismissively, and it made Sasuke clench his teeth in fury. He may be in pretty sorry fucking shape right now, but he was still and Uchiha dammit, and that should be respected. He tried to push the anger back down when he felt the seal on his shoulder start to writhe and burn, but it was already too late then, the dark marks already slithering and boiling out across his skin slowly, painfully. He clutched at the seal automatically, fingers clawing desperately at the source of his pain. Then all he saw was white, and the cold dirt was hard on his knees again, his free hand falling on impulse to catch him before he face planted into it. Gaara's laughter was what brought him back, and he glared at the seated shinobi of the sand.

"I-I didn't think you were that close to Tsunade-sama, she must be incredible in bed to have you as her fucking lap dog like this. You do know she's like 200, right?" He expected anger, hurt, anything but the same hollow laughter. Gaara's hand twitched slightly, and Sasuke's eyes widened, the sand roiling on the ground around him now, gripping his ankles and dragging him closer to the still seated Gaara.

"Mmm, yes, well Tsunade-sama is rather old, but she is also no longer the Hokage. No, it was the Rokudaime that I am so personally acquainted with. It's quite a pity that you haven't been keeping up with things in your dearest homeland. I'm sure it would amuse him to no end though, knowing you were wondering half dead through the forest, with no fucking idea at all." Sasuke's brows furrowed, and he tried to get to his feet. He didn't succeed though, the sand wrapping more tightly on his appendages in silent warning.

"Who is the new Hokage then?" It was an honest question, blunt and straight to the point, not that Sasuke was ever know as a master of subtlety and tact. It only gained him a smirk though, and he scowled in return.

"Honestly, Uchiha, you're such a man of little faith. He was always saying he could do it, but none of you assholes ever believed him. He showed you all in the end though, didn't he? I would think the least an idiot like you could do would be to have the decency to act like your happy for him." Then in a second the cold mirth was gone from Gaara's eyes, and they burned with something that made Sasuke's blood run cold as ice. Those eyes shown like cold green steel, unbreakable and sharp enough to kill. He leaned forwards, until his face was inches from the fallen Uchiha. Sasuke couldn't help but cringe backwards a little. "He never gave up on you, either, always thinking he could run in and rescue you, bring you the fuck back, and make everyone's life happy again, even though we all knew he was WASTING HIS FUCKING TIME!!" the last part was shouted harshly, accompanied by sharp fingers digging into his jaw, forcing him to look Gaara in the face. He shivered, but got his voice back quickly.

"Yeah, well don't blame me, I never fucking asked him to." Sasuke struggled then, weak and half hearted but it was something. He wasn't at his best right now, sick, malnourished, drained of his chakra. Still, it was the thought that counted, even if he didn't manage to free himself from the viselike grip. His eyes widened as he saw the grin return to Gaara's face, all sharp points and promises of pain.

"Well, that doesn't matter anymore Uchiha, because you no longer have the luxury of getting a choice. I'm bringing you home to him, and I can do it with you whole or in pieces, it doesn't matter to me." His finger's tightened on Sasuke's jaw then, like a vice. It pushed a whimper past his lips, and he hated himself for the show of weakness immediately. His heart sped up again in fear when he saw the other boy's eyes go half lidded and feral.

"I do think I would enjoy watching you bleed though, Uchiha. You always did have a pretty mouth. It's to bad it's so fucking hateful all the time." Sasuke felt the strong thumb pressing against his lips, but he kept his mouth closed as hard as he could. Gaara's fingers tightened on his jaw mercilessly until he'd pried the Uchiha's teeth apart though, letting his thumb trail along the boy's rough, chapped lips and into the velvety warmth inside. Gaara let out a small, lustful moan then. Sasuke did the only thing he could think of. He bit down. Hard.

Gaara gasped at the sudden pain, pulling his wounded digit back, cradling it to his chest. It wasn't bleeding, but it probably hurt like a bitch. Sasuke started to smirk, but didn't get very far before Gaara's eyes narrowed, and another harsh grin spread across the sand nin's lips. Sasuke barely had time to register the change before Gaara's other hand connected solidly with his cheek, sending him falling back again. His head hit the stone with a small crack and for a moment everything around him spun.

By the time he had gotten him senses back, Gaara was already on top of him, straddling his hips deftly, his grin widening. Sasuke felt something cold and metal slip into his mouth, behind his teeth, opening his jaw and holding it there. He panicked then, trying to spit it out, buck the other boy off of him, do anything to stop the madness, but it was too late. Gaara had fastened the buckles of the leather strap around the back of the boy's head and he could feel it worn and soft against his cheek.

His hands scrabbled to the fastening, trying to find purchase to undo it, but Gaara's own hands were too fast and much to strong. Sasuke felt his wrists pushed together, bound with a harsh and scratchy length of cord, quite tightly. He tried to buck his body, to throw the other boy off, but before he could his hands were forced above his head, enveloped in the sand that was dancing around them once more. It was harsh and unyielding, and eventually Sasuke stopped pulling. He could already feel the rawness of his broken skin and a slight trickle of blood where the cord had rubbed his skin raw in the struggle.

The sand tickled against his skin harshly, and he could feel it on every exposed inch of his skin. He lay still though, pressing his eyes tightly closed, trying to suppress a whimper at his predicament. It didn't do much though, with his mouth held open like that. Gaara smiled wider at the small noise, it was musical to him, melodic and hypnotizing. He knew that later he would blame this whole thing on the monster inside of him, but truthfully this was a bloodlust all his own. He made a vague gesture with one hand, eyes trailing to the sliver of skin that was revealed on Sasuke's stomach when the boy had been writhing earlier.

Sasuke's eyes snapped open as he felt the sand trickle up the leg of his shorts, scratching against his bare thighs. He shook his head violently, trying once again to get away. He didn't have any success though, and he could feel the sand nin's hungry eyes on him when the sand twined around his legs, pulling them open. He screamed and struggled again, half aware of the string of drool that had spilt over his lips, the unyielding ring still holding them open.

He wasn't the only one to notice, as pale fingers wrapped around his jaw once more, forcibly turning his head to face the other boy. He closed his eyes tightly, as he felt that thumb running softly over his bottom lip, wiping the string of saliva away absently, before dipping inside again. This time though, he couldn't bite down, so he settled for pushing against it with his tongue, trying to force the invading appendage from his mouth. It became clear from Gaara's lusty moan at the contact that it hadn't been a wise course of action, having the opposite affect. He flinched.

"You're so much more cooperative like this, Uchiha. I should tell Naruto-kun. If he kept you like this all the time, maybe you wouldn't run away on him again." Sasuke stiffened at the mention of his former rival. He'd figured out who Gaara was speaking of earlier, but still the name drew things out in him. He didn't know if there was more embarrassment at being caught and brought home to the fucking dobe, or something sharper and more visceral twisting in him at the mention of Gaara's ... close relationship with the boy.

Sasuke calmed his struggles when the digit in his mouth was removed. He hoped that it meant the sand nin would back off, leave him alone now. Something in his head told him that wasn't really possible, but the larger part of his mind really really wanted to believe that it was.

He heard the rustling of cloth in front of him, and tried his hardest to ignore it. His eyes opened wide again though when a string hand twined into his hair, the other gripping his jaw again, tightly, turning his head to face the other boy once more. He whimpered at the sight before him.

The hand on his face moved away, but the fingers in his hair just tightened unmercifully in warning. There wasn't anything he could do as Gaara reached back down, adjusting the obvious bulge in the front of his loose pants. Sasuke shivered, making the red haired boy smirk down at him, eyes clouded with dark lust, and the intoxicating power of the situation. He leaned forwards then, pressing his clothed erection against Sasuke's pale cheek. The Uchiha tried to pull back, but between the sand twisting around him still and the fierce hand still fisted in his hair he could barely move.

"Do you feel that, Uchiha? That's all your fault. It's an amazing feeling, having you this helpless. You're gorgeous like this, with fear in your eyes, knowing you can't do a fucking thing about it." Gaara's voice was quiet and throaty, like a purr. Sasuke was as still as death then, not daring to move at all, not wanting to provoke the boy, not wanting to see what would come next. Still, time seemed to crawl past him, his heart racing in his chest. Gaara pulled back, his own breath coming heavy and loud, not making Sasuke feel any better.

He felt worse in fact, when he heard the rustling of cloth again, and turned back to see Gaara slipping his pants down, the cloth hanging around his thighs, revealing his arousal. The hand not fisted in Sasuke's dark hair was wrapped around the shaft, clutching it tightly, moving slowly up and down. Sasuke tensed again, wanting to look away, but a combination of the terror thrumming through his veins and the hand fisted violently in his hair stopped him.

The red haired boy was entirely too close for comfort, his throbbing hardness only inches from Sasuke's face. The boy shivered as it moved a little closer, Gaara smirking widely as he rubbed the damp tip over the Uchiha's pale, trembling cheek, leaving a damp and glistening trail of pre-cum behind it. He bit back a groan as the boy flinched under his hands, the sight was uncompromisingly erotic.

"You can't escape this, Uchiha. Look at it, look at what you did. I should fuck you through the damn floor right now for everything you've done, but I won't. That's not my place, no that honor goes to someone else." His smirk grew wider when he felt the slight relaxation in the tension that showed in the other boy's face. He made no move to back up, moving forwards a little in fact, fisting himself a little faster, with a low hum of pleasure. The tip of his erection bumped into Sasuke's skin again, trailing from his jaw, over once again.

"That doesn't mean I won't do anything though, no I still want to make you feel this somehow. And I know just the thing for that, for your pretty little fucking mouth and all your spiteful, dirty words." Sasuke tensed again, eyes widening as Gaara's voice broke. The tip of his cock was tracing along the Uchiha's bottom lip now, still damp and leaking. He pulled his tongue back, away from the sand nin's touch.

Then, with a single smooth motion, carefully orchestrated between his hips, and the hand clutching sasuke's head the boy's mouth was suddenly full, Gaara's weeping cock tapping roughly against the back of his throat. He felt himself gagging around it. He tried desperately to bite down, to push it out with his tongue, to pull his head back, but he couldn't do anything, he really was helpless against it.

Gaara looked down on him, with half lidded eyes, his lips still twisted into that sadistic smirk. Sasuke met those eyes, trying to look defiant, angry. It wasn't really any use though, as Gaara drew his hips back slowly only to thrust forwards again, quick and sharp, green eyes never leaving the Uchiha's face. Sasuke gagged again, as the tip of Gaara's cock pushed into his throat. The feeling of those muscles spasming around the sensitive head of his cock was heaven for the sand nin. Gaara through his head back, bucking into the warm mouth in front of him, losing himself in the sensation, in the surrender, letting a deep, grating noise of satisfaction bubble out of his throat as he moved.

Gaara's moan is what did it, and something inside Sasuke's head snapped. He probably did deserve this, for everything he'd done. He knew that he had hurt people back home in Konoha when he'd left. He'd done it to gain power, to kill his brother, and he had failed. Here he was, held down to the floor of some god-awful cell somewhere in the land of wind he guessed, being mouth fucked by a boy he'd once looked down on, but was now so much better than him. Gaara was right, there wasn't anything he could do. That was when the tears came.

That only brought the red haired boy more satisfaction though, knowing he'd broken the stoic Uchiha. He let another smirk take his lips, twisting them into a sadistic grin once again. He trailed the hand not fisted in dark locks down to Sasuke's pale cheek, brushing away the tears with a brush of his thumb.

"Aaww, poor Uchiha, don't cry. Relax." Gaara's voice was deep, throaty with desire and pleasure. It sent a shiver down Sasuke's spine. He closed his eyes again, willing himself away from everything that was happening, trying to shut it all out. That strategy went right out the window when he felt the sand holding his limbs tightly still stir to life.

Sasuke panicked then, whimpering quietly around the thick shaft still pushing ruthlessly into his mouth. He tried to wiggle away, but the sand held him tight, and Gaara's gasp of pleasure made him wince. Still, he cried out again himself when the sand tickled up his inner thighs, wrapping around his own limp member, teasing it lightly. The sensation was tickling, soft, and almost pleasurable, and he could feel himself getting hard from it.

The tears were streaming down his cheeks again now, as he tried to will away the erection forming between his legs. Every little desperate cry or sob that left his mouth buzzed and jittered around Gaara's cock, still thrusting into his mouth, a little harder now, more desperate. Gaara held on though, wanting to make this last, wanting to write the experience onto his brain forever, because once he brought the Uchiha back to Konoha who knew what would happen. He may never get this chance again.

Sasuke whimpered again, the emotion roiling through him, coupled with the deep exhaustion fading in around the edges of his mind again, where the adrenaline faded out, replaced by a cold sense of resignation. The pleasure coming from the sand between his legs was cruel, it clutched him a little too hard, but he couldn't deny it. He knew that this wouldn't be over until he gave in completely. That was what this was really about in the end: surrender.

He squeezed his damp eyes shut again as he focused on it, letting it build in his stomach, coiling tighter and tighter until it broke, and he came all over the inside of his pants. His strangled cry caused his throat to vibrate and contract around the head of Gaara's cock once more, sending him over the edge. The sand nin thrust into the warm cavern in front of him one more time, pushing his cock in farther than before, the head choking the boy for a second before the red head pulled back, his cum splattering over the Uchiha's tongue, his lips, his chin. And Sasuke merely tensed under it, waiting for it to stop.

He sat there, hot and damp, his face lightly frosted with the sand nin's cum, and caught his breath. He could hear Gaara panting above him, the fingers loosening in his hair, letting him fall back, the sand relaxing around him. He entertained the notion of fighting then, but only briefly. He was much too weak now, he would only succeed in making things worse for himself.

"Beautiful" He flinched at the word, almost whispered, but managed to keep himself from pulling away when gaara trailed two fingers through the dripping white cum on his face, gathering a trail. They were quickly thrust into his open mouth then, and it took him a moment to figure out what was expected of him.

He twined his tongue around them, the taste making him want to gag all over again, but he stopped himself, sucking on the fingers until they were clean. Gaara pulled them away with a contented purr. He wasn't expecting the gentle petting stroke to the head afterwards, Gaara's hand moving through his hair more softly than he'd ever thought possible. He looked up at the other boy then, confused and tired and thoroughly broken.

He barely registered the fingers on the back of his head until the buckles of the gag were undone, and the little ring of metal was gently pulled from his mouth. He flexed his jaw for a second, the muscles stiff from the prolonged extension. He remained silent though. Gaara smiled, and it was softer than before, only serving to confuse Sasuke more.

Gaara turned without a word then, the sand following him in a cloud. He turned around at the door, shooting a look back at Sasuke, who still sat on the floor, dazed, tired, overwhelmed, but strangely calm really. Then the sand nin swung it open, plunging the room into darkness with the flip of a switch before shutting it tightly behind him.

Sasuke sat in the middle of the floor, not moving, not making a sound, for a very very long time until sleep came.

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