Rape on the Rooftop

 

~Rape on the Rooftop~

 

A story by EmotionalRockfish

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----Story Details----

Fandom: Naruto

Description: Being the container for the shukaku means that Gaara can't sleep, so he always comes up to the rooftop. Something about the night sky calms him. One night he refuses to listen to the one-tails and gets taught a lesson.

Pairing: ShukakuXGaara

Disclaimer: Naruto is property of Masashi Kishimoto. This is a fan made piece of literature and is in no way part of the original canonverse.

Rating: M

Warnings: Non-consensual sex (rape), 'sand play', and torture. Not for the faint of heart.

Published: 2/4/2013 (Originally 24/3/2012)

Last Updated:2/4/2013

Author's Comments: While I don't actively support ShukakuXGaara, I do know that abusing poor Gaara is fun, but I am only doing this once. This story is an orange. You may be wondering why people classify stories as fruit, if you are one of those people, I suggest that you not read this. An orange, while not as popular as the term lemon, is a story involving rape. This is because I was bored. Deal with it.

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As night fell and the sand village descended into darkness, a lonesome and delicate figure rested on the summit of its elaborate residence. The gentle, yet somehow menacing silhouette remained motionless; its crouching stance hinting at a complex assessment of the previous day’s events. By looking at the desolate shadow’s masculine outline, you could immediately distinguish its gender as being male and its short hair, which blew lightly in the humid winds of the night, was visibly crimson even in the deceptive darkness, appearing to be as red as dried blood.

As the figure sat, contemplating earlier proceedings, as he usually did when the sleep became impossible, another voice continually interjected. This notorious presence was none other than the Shukaku, a wicked sand demon sealed within the fourth Kazekage’s son when he was still in the womb of his beloved mother. Even though the horrific spirit had been present in all of Gaara’s desolate life, that didn’t mean he had come to terms with being its unstable container. He, in fact, loathed the malicious creature, for it had been the cause of his wretchedly gloomy existence and his own mother’s poignant demise. The presence of the one-tailed beast often brought about the fabrication that Gaara was a volatile and hazardous monster who had a restless yearning for human blood. This may have been painfully accurate a few years ago, but now the possessed boy had found an engrossment in protecting the people he once franticly reviled, justifiably meriting the title of Kazekage, something rather impressive for one as young as him.

‘Are you going to sulk all night, boy?’ the tanuki-like beast inquired in his deep and sonorous voice, ridiculing his container’s frequent brooding sessions on the roof.  Only Gaara could hear the mocking and resonant tone of this terrorizing beast, invading his mind and causing him distress whenever it decided to taunt or deride the poor boy.

‘Let me be, it’s because of you I can’t have a peaceful slumber,’ Gaara replied hostilely in thought.

‘But I want you to sleep…’ the one-tails thought cynically, causing suspicion in the already irritated Kazekage, who raised an imaginary eyebrow.

 ‘But if I slept you would surely come out and wreak havoc on my village, I can’t allow that,’ the boy retorted in thought once again, before hearing a menacingly echoing growl emerge from his inner demon.

‘You have chosen to deprive yourself of sleep, simply to keep those ungrateful villagers alive?’ the Shukaku snarled in fury.

‘You could say that, yes…’ the Kazekage responded vaguely.

 ‘You are a proud fool, too focused on protecting the people who despise you so,’ the beast growled once again, mocking the boy cruelly.

‘I would certainly be a fool if I ever listened to you,’ Gaara retorted almost smugly in thought, ‘In the case of choosing between the two, I would rather have pride on my side.’

‘It seems you have no intention of sleeping tonight, I guess I’ll just have to make you…’ the Shukaku scoffed doubtfully. This raised the boy’s already wary suspicions even more, as well as his relentless curiosity as he wondered how the beast could possibly force him into slumber.

‘And just how would you do that?’ the red head questioned uncertain of what the Shukaku meant. The mischievous one-tails, instead of openly replying, decided to show the cautious Kazekage what he intended on doing.

The dormant sand in the boy’s gourd, which was situated next to him after being removed due to its painfully heavy burden on his back, started to rustle with a soft cracking noise, shifting about in the confinements of the container. The wooden cork flew out of the gourd in a loud pop, alerting Gaara to the movement inside of it, before a gush of fast moving sand cascaded from the now open hole.  The sand continued to move independently, swirling its way around the red head in a cyclone of golden grains. The anxious Kazekage attempted to rise from his predatory crouch on the roof, where he had been perfectly balancing on the edge, when the sand knocked him backwards, only to catch him before he fell onto the cold rooftop. The rough grains formed binds around all his limbs, restricting him as he struggled against the sand, whimpering as it cut into his ivory wrists.

‘What are you doing?’ Gaara asked, slightly fearful as he wondered what the Shukaku was capable of and what his motives were.

‘Seeing as you will not satisfy my bloodlust, nor sleep so I can posses you, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson…’ the sand spirit chuckled wickedly.

The boy swallowed forcefully as his heart raced and he continued fight against the restraints, blood dripping from the deep gashes on his arms. He no longer had any control over his sand which was now being manipulated by the Shukaku for whatever purpose he was planning to employ it for. Slight shivers ran down Gaara’s spine as he pondered what was going through the monster’s mind, closing his eyes in response to the sharp stings of pain he caused as he wriggled pathetically.

The boy’s eyes jerked open fearfully and his breathing hitched as he felt the sand brush against his crotch violently. He tried to squirm in protest to the contact, but more sand fastened him down, halting his movements and slashing at his wounds even more.

‘How does it feel?’ the demon mocked, teasing Gaara as the sand rubbed more aggressively against his sensitive lower region. The red head refused to answer, instead he whimpered as he struggled against the sand manacles, groaning as it increased the pressure against his crotch.

‘Come on, I know you like it…’ the one-tails murmured seductively, yet still sinfully malicious.

‘Why would I enjoy this, you sadistic bastard!?’ Gaara asked viciously as he continued to battle with the sand shackles, before he gave up out of exhaustion.

‘Don’t lie, your pleasure is my pleasure, remember? I can feel it too…’ The beast informed, trailing off as the sand stopped rubbing against the boy. Instead it slivered down into his pants, violating him further and causing Gaara to resume his frantic struggle, which was now turning into a much more desperate wrestle against the sand bindings.

The sand started to explore his pants, tightening around his rapidly hardening erection before it pumped him brutally. The Kazekage’s breathing grew heavy as he bit his lip to stifle a moan, knowing it would only encourage the Shukaku further. He wanted this to stop, his desperation causing him to jerk violently as he attempted to escape again to no avail.



Gaara could feel himself tensing even more, about to reach his limit before the sand tugged franticly once more causing the boy to come in his pants, before it left his member. The warm liquid spurted out excessively, making the red head groan with pleasure. His chest rose and fell violently as his breathing turned furious and his member became flaccid once again.

‘Hehehe, I’m not going to let you go that easy…’ the Shukaku mocked, as Gaara felt something rough push into his rear. He let out a scream as he felt a sharp pain and an unusually large erection push into virgin flesh. The beast gave him no time to adjust and began to thrust mercilessly, tainting him and stealing his innocence, hitting his prostate dead center. The boy began to moan and grunt in pain at every thrust, the rough sand tearing at his insides before the sand started to pump the boy’s shaft again, resulting in a painful erection. Tears streamed down Gaara’s face due to the pain and he was covered in sweat, as he felt himself near his climax.

This time the boy came faster, his cum staining his already soiled pants as he felt Shukaku pull out and the sand fall from his now flaccid shaft. His body was exhausted and he was panting from his attempts to fight against the beast and the painful ache emitting from his posterior. The sand chains surrounding his limbs fell to the ground, allowing the boy to move once again, to escape, but he remained still.

‘You must be tired now…’ the Shukaku mocked superiorly. Gaara couldn’t reply, knowing that he might provoke the beast, but also because of the fatigue that washed over him. The one-tails sighed in disappointment as his container stayed silent, an exhausted limp body lying in a pile of now stationary sand. All that he managed to get in reply was a slight nod as the Kazekage’s eyes closed drowsily, giving into the wave of impending sleep and havoc that was about to begin.