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Chapter 10: Sex

The night was a velvet dark, humid, bleak and barren. Candles flickered in the palace, warming the air with the scent of sandalwood as the moon ascended to meet the storm. Drapes billowed and swayed on the Kazekage's balcony, beckoning in the night, calling kismet to throw off the veil and reveal itself to the world.On nights like this, in these hours of isolation, locked away in his room, his blood used to boil. The hunger for death was insatiable and the need to feel power surge through him was turning into desperation. All Gaara wanted was to let go, to unhinge the door that he had crafted between Shukaku and the world. To be swallowed whole by his insanity and taste blood was an overbearing instinct he was finding harder to silence.The Kazekage stood in the half-darkness of his bedroom, his shadow flickered against the wall in the candlelight. His hands gripped the chair at his dressing table with such force that his knuckles were white from the pain of clutching to sanity. His head bowed, Gaara's face furrowed and contorted as he fought against his instincts. He staggered his breathing, trying to remain in control, trying not to listen to Shukaku's whispers that were attempting to persuade him that it would all feel better if he followed that scent of blood on the air.Usually a cold moon would lend him company on nights like this, to cool his blood, to help him part with the lust. But there was no moon tonight."Ah!" Shukaku raised his head at the thought of her and Gaara gripped the frame of the chair so tightly a crack formed beneath his finger tips and ran along the wood, splintering the beautiful carvings, as though a blade had been run along the chair.He couldn't take this anymore. It was tearing him apart. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore. But his blood was boiling, his heart was pounding fit to burst -"Kazekage?" The temperature in the room plummeted, at just the sound of her voice. Delicate and coy, the moon watched him from the doorway.Slowly, Gaara opened his eyes and looked up to the mirror in front of him, the grand, gold-framed mirror that hung on his dressing table. He saw her in its reflection. The sight of Ai stood in red the colour of blood, her fair skin glowing in the candlelight of his room, her bright eyes narrowing on him with that look that killed him, so pure and innocent…she was to be his undoing.His eyes were red, she noticed, his crimson waves of hair messy and rugged. The Kazekage stood hunched over his dressing table chair, his Kazekage robes abandoned to reveal his black clothes beneath. She had to take a breath and look away for the feeling of want was turning into an ailment. He was her weakness and she sighed deeply; no woman knew addiction, obsession, insanity, until you knew him.They looked at one another in the reflection of the mirror. The outside world was forgotten, a distant memory, a dream, no longer a hindrance. The silence stretched on as they appraised one another; the coldness of the moon fighting against the heat of his blood, a war was breaking out between them and both were caught in the cross-fire.Gaara bowed his head; he couldn't look at her anymore. The candles flickered as though cowering when he spoke suddenly:"What did I do to deserve this torture?" His voice was husky, as though his throat were sore and dry."Torture?" She asked gently. Gaara looked back up at her reflection and growled."Two years it took me to tame this beast," he snarled; "this disease of madness!" He shut his eyes tightly as he felt Shukaku tremble. "And yet," he looked up to her, "in just a glance you unravel all that I have worked so hard to restrain." The frustration in his voice withered away, his shoulders slumped as he looked on at her as though defeated."Kazeka-""Don't." He turned from the mirror to see her properly. "Don't call me that." She bowed her head in respect for his wishes; there was something different about him in this moment. It is as though, all along, she had met the tied up, responsibility-bound Kazekage and finally, after weeks of waiting, she was meeting him, she was finally facing Gaara. "I know you do it on purpose." He interrupted her thoughts, "you do it to appease me; you think all this immorality, will be forgotten if you coat the situation with honey-dipped words." He began to raise his voice against her, as she stood in silence; "You think I don't know the games courtesans play? The games women play? You appease me so I see past what you are." He winced as though the thought of it caused him pain. "A whore." Gaara spoke so bluntly, so cruelly that Ai recoiled. "I detest it. It repulses me. You manipulate men and sell yourself for their pleasure; it is degrading, disgusting, I can't stand the thought of what you are." It was Ai's turn to wince at his words as though they cut her; how could he be so cruel? Did he not know that it was not out of duty that she came here, but out of her own desire? She looked up at him, her eyes beginning to shine as frustration coursed through her; why did he always accuse her of being dishonest? She opened her mouth to speak but Gaara would not let her play her games of rhetoric with him."But it doesn't stop." He whispered as though to himself but his tone was enough to stop Ai in her tracks; he was no longer angry, he sounded defeated. Gaara looked to the floor, misery engulfing him. "The pain of wanting you does not reside no matter how many times I tell myself that I should stay away from you." Gaara glanced up and gestured to the girl in the doorway. "Who thought a woman of sin could look so much like an angel?" With a small smile, Ai shut the door with her foot and began to walk towards him. "Why did no one warn me that the price of not seeing you for days would be agony?""Gaa-""Stay away from me!" He shouted at her suddenly and lashed out his arm to stop her coming close. Ai jumped and cowered a few feet away from him, she held her veil around her tightly like a shawl as it slipped from her head. "Don't you understand what I am, Ai?" His eyes widened, manically almost, as he could not fathom why she would want to get closer. "Doesn't it scare you? After we kissed I almost killed you; is not that in itself enough to warn you that I am trouble?" The Kazekage slid down to the floor until he was sat, his back against his chair, one knee brought up to his chest, his head in his hands, breathing heavily out of frustration. His face contorting in pain as his anger fuelled Shukaku's temper.Ai stood, unsure of what to do or what to say; one moment he wanted her, the next he didn't."I want, so badly," He took his hands from his face and looked up at her, "to fuck you." Ai bit her lip and smiled a smile of relief; like a curse, his words ignited something inside of her, something that had been waiting to hear him say it. "I want to taste every part of you, to know every curve, every dip of your body, to hear every sweet sigh you take when I show you exactly what it is I think of, when I think of you." Gaara watched her melt; Ai lowered herself gently to her knees, her gaze cast downwards and, placing her hands on the floor in front of her, began to crawl towards him.The Kazekage let out a shuddering breath; how did she know exactly what to do, he wondered as their gaze met, to make his body stiffen and melt at the same time? Her big blue eyes filled with mischief and longing as she crawled up to Gaara and stretched out towards him to meet his lips. The Kazekage closed his eyes as she leant towards him. Inches from his face, Ai stopped and watched his handsome features become pained as he felt her close. She was not about to give in so easily."What do you think of, Gaara?" She whispered and watched as his lips part to speak."Terrible, wrong, sinful things." As Ai put the arches of her lips against his, he shivered. "No, Ai, please stop." She kept her lips so close to his that as Gaara spoke, their lips brushed."Let the priests in the temple pray for you, Kazeakge; I am here to make sure that there is something worth saving you from." He smiled and shook his head."Shukaku won't let me touch you. He wants you, Ai." Gaara spoke softly as though fearful the demon might hear him."I do not fear him." She said defiantly and retreated a little. Gaara opened his eyes; she spoke as though frustrated. Ai was looking to the floor, her dark thick waves of hair falling around her, licking the floor as she spoke. "Why do you insist on denying yourself what you want?" She asked him and shook her head, "why do you find it so hard to imagine that I could want you as well?" Gaara was going to interrupt but she spoke over him, "this week has been painful and cold without you, Gaara." He sighed; so it was too late to save them from each other. "The pain that has been inflicted on you, I feel it too; we are tied to one another by a thread of fate.""What do you want from me Ai?""I told you, Kazekage," she smiled to the floor, "rain over me. Stain me. Steal me away." Ai placed her hands in front of her and as she lowered herself to the floor she spread out her arms and bowed to him in surrender. "I am you undoubting follower; teach me, Gaara, how it is you make lo- ah!" Gaara had reached out for her and grabbed a handful of her dark clouds of hair, to pull her up to face him. Her eyes shone and glittered as Ai put a hand up to where he gripped her hair, she looked at him with pleading, tear-filled eyes. But there was more in her eyes than simply fear; the pain of longing, the final whisper of surrender to his will, was there in her eyes. Gaara knelt and towered above her, holding her close, his lips inches from hers, her eyes straining with tears of lust. "I am bound to you, Gaara," as she spoke she reached up and brushed hair from the kanji on his forehead; "like the night to the sky." Ai gasped again, her glistening lips quivering as he pulled her hair a little harder. Gaara caged her; he was strong and broad and made her feel petite and breakable in his arms. The young Kazekage's opal eyes looked down at her with increasing curiosity as a tear rolled slowly out of her eyes. "Gaara," Love begged, "let me into your heart," she saw his eyes become deeper, loving almost as he watched her. "I will see it catch fire."With his left hand in her hair, Gaara let his other hand wipe the tear from her face, snake down from her neck, over the curve of her breasts to her waist. His gaze followed his hand for he wanted to know every inch of her skin that was blushing and burning from his touch. He followed the dip of her waist around to her back and pulled her lower half into him. At the same time he pulled her hair back so Ai was forced to face the ceiling; she was opening up, unfurling for him. Her neck stretched as he pulled her hair and her torso lengthened as the Kazekage pulled her closer.Gaara leant down, closed his eyes and sunk his teeth gently into her neck. He felt himself twitch as a soft gasp escaped her lips. He withdrew a little and kissed the skin he had nipped at; it was wet and warm and as he continued his torture of gentle kisses, Ai slowly opened her eyes only to view the Kazekage's ceiling.Her mind was elsewhere, it seemed to be able to feel every pore of her skin burning for him. With his hands controlling her like a puppet designed for his torturous love, it was obvious to her that her body was weightless to him. She adored everything about it and it made her wonder; could sex really be like this? Was this really how mortals made love? Somehow she doubted it as Gaara continued to kiss and bite his way across her collarbone, he was stirring something inside her that felt deeper than her soul. It was nothing like the poetry she read, nothing like the songs she had been taught to sing; it was an intoxicating mix of spiritual in the way they connected and felt one another but entirely animalistic in the way he tugged at her and clawed at her.Smoothing his lips across her gently and taking deep, long kisses was not alerting Shukaku to Ai's presence; perhaps Gaara was able to tame the beast when around her? Perhaps he could actually touch her now? He released her hair and Ai slowly brought her head back to meet his as Gaara made his way up her neck. Her nose brushed his cheek affectionately as he went to rest both his hands on her waist. As the Kazekage waited there, his eyes caught on her lips, Ai put her hands up to his chest and began to unbutton his shirt. With every inch of his skin that she revealed, she brushed it with her fingertips, feeling how hard his skin was. After years of battle and training, his body was rough and rugged from war."Did I cause you pain?" He breathed heavily and kissed the corner of her lips."Yes," she murmured and Gaara looked away in shame; he didn't mean to hurt h- "but I like the way you hurt me." His eyes widened in surprise as she whispered to him and pulled his shirt down, off his shoulders. Their eyes met. "Fuck me, Gaara."Shukaku heard her say it, but Gaara liked it more. In less than an instant, that insatiable blood-lust took over. To own her in that moment, to make a fallen angel out of her, this moon-like girl who was foolishly ready to sacrifice her innocence for him, it woke him up. A rage, an insanity filled him and Gaara could not control himself any longer."Gaara, wai-" But Gaara could no longer hear her; he shoved her to the floor, parted her legs and climbed on top of her. The demon was stirring and he was finding it harder and harder to control himself. The shinobi looked down to the girl and placed a hand gently around her throat. He leant down to her, his crimson hair falling into hers."You are denying weeks of pent up desire," he growled softly, "I will not wait for you any longer, Ai. You are mine." With that, he reached down and ripped open the front of her dress before his hands coarsely cupped and smoothed over her breasts. He was rough out of inexperience and his unsatisfied thirst for her made him rush as his hands explored her but Ai did not mind. In fact she adored his sadistic and hurried affection; her back began to peel away from the floor as she arched, lifting her chest in the air to be closer to him. With her eyes closed, she bit her lip as Gaara let his tongue, warm and wet, glide in the valley between her breasts. The sensation even made her giggle. At the sound of her laughter, Gaara smiled, before pulling her dress up over her hips. She helped him to remove her underwear and as Gaara knelt and Ai sat in front of him, he reached down between her legs and let out a shuddering sigh.Ai was soaking wet for him, and she gasped and twitched as he let his fingers slip up and down. For a few minutes, the young Kazekage did not indulge her in the things she started to beg for."Please," she whispered as she fell back to lie on the floor once more, "just slip inside me Gaara, I need you," lust and greed for him made Ai say all kinds of things. The more Gaara withheld, the dirtier, more desperate Ai became. It was delicious to watch someone with such a beautiful-angelic face, turn out to have such a filthy mouth. "Fuck me, Gaara, don't keep me in this agony…let me taste you….I need you." He watched her writhe as he stroked her, his fingers becoming soaked. Eventually, Ai became frustrated with waiting. The blue eyed beauty sat up and pushed his hand away from her roughly."Hey!" Gaara shouted at her but Ai shouted back:"Don't think you can torture me just because I belong to you!" She screamed at him before suddenly becoming coy; upon hearing her shout, Gaara smiled an almost evil, michshevious smile and moved onto her again. As he advanced, she was forced, out of fear of that sickly-sinful smile, to lie back down. He loved to intimidate her; he could see from the way she did not know how to react that she was fearful and curious at the same time. He towered over her as she lay on the floor; his broad physique overshadowed her as she looked up at him."What did you say?" He asked and Ai pouted as he reached down to the courtesan and, with his fingers that were wet from her, he traced the outline of her lips. Ai knew what he wanted her to say and, despite herself, she wanted to say it again."I belong to you, Gaara." He did not let her even finish her statement; he dipped his wet fingers into her mouth as she opened it to speak. Ai licked and sucked on his fingers almost gratefully and pulled up her dress again. The Kazekage leant down to kiss her and as he did, with one hand in her mouth, he used his other to unzip his trousers.His dick was thick and hard and throbbing for her and Gaara gasped into her mouth as a spasm of pleasure shot through him when he stroked himself. But Ai was unaware of his actions for she was swept up and lost in his wonderful face, in his crimson hair; her hands ran through it and tugged at it as she tasted herself on his lips. Ai was trying to keep up but something was changing; his movements were becoming jerked, his kisses turned to bites so she had to withdraw from his embrace. She pushed him back and saw his brow furrowed, his breathing was heaving as he gazed hungrily at her."Kazekage?" Ai looked up at him with terrified eyes. It was not Shukaku, but the blood-lust that the demon fueled was taking Gaara over. Shukaku's desire was feeding into Gaara's and the demon was beginning to win. Before Ai could protest, Gaara turned her around and forced her face into the carpet by pushing the back of her head to the floor. Her dark hair cascaded around her and she tried to break free of his grasp but to the shinobi her strength was nothing. Gaara pinned her to the floor, lifted her dress over her hips once more and thrust his cock inside of her.Ai cried out; the pain was far more than she expected but Gaara hadn't even given her a chance to become comfortable, he held her down and kept himself inside her for a few moments. Ai felt nothing but the pain of his dick filling her up, she winced and writhed and almost begged for it to be over. But the Kazekage pulled back slowly, before thrusting his hips and slipping himself back into her inviting warmth once more."Gaara, please-!" Gaara held that position, almost completely on top of Ai, towering over her, his dick throbbing inside her as she squeezed around him and tried to adjust to alleviate her pain. But every tiny, frustrated movement she made felt so good to him. He tilted his head back in ecstasy, his red hair sticking to his forehead with the sweat that built up from the effort of controlling himself. Gaara groaned in relief as one hand leant on the floor for balance and the other gripped onto Ai's hip, drawing her up into him. He withdrew slowly before slamming himself into her yet again. He let out a shuddering sigh as pleasure came not only in small waves all through his body, but sharp electrical bolts that shot through his cock that was becoming covered in Ai's sweet and sticky juices. So this was sex.He withdrew again before slamming back into her, almost lazily, as though tired from his lust, like a warrior, exhausted from battle, enjoying the spoils of war, he savored every moment. Pulling back again he felt himself twitch with delight as he felt her getting wetter, getting used to the pain he caused her. He slid back into her and eventually, within only a few moments, Gaara began to fuck her in the way he had dreamt about. Hard and unforgiving, the Kazekage unleashed all desire he had for her by clawing at her skin, reaching down and pulling roughly at her hair as he fucked her. He felt her twitching, he heard her groaning but Gaara did not stop, not even when she asked him to slow down. His frustration of being without her had gone on too long, he needed her to give him some sweet release from this torture he had been under.He needed Ai to bring him to ecstasy, to let his blood boil over. And so she did, that delicate, innocent whore felt his hips buckle and his cock stiffen inside of her as he almost collapsed on top of her; he put his head on her shoulder and reached around her to hold her breast as he climaxed. He breathing staggered, his hips lost rhythm for a moment as he groaned in pleasure. His twitching subsided until eventually all was still.Ai was almost curled up underneath him, wincing, her eyes watering from pain, her hair flowing around her like soft waves of the nighttime. The dancer felt him gently slip off her and move away. Slowly, Ai opened her eyes and pushed her hair back as she tried to sit up. Her back was stiff and painful after his cruel sex and she frowned as a pain shot through her hips. Not a moment of pleasure was given to her but to her it did not matter. As her pain subsided she was finally able to open her eyes and look around for him.Gaara was sat besides her, facing the opposite direction, his legs crossed, he was already re-dressed. He had re-buttoned his shirt and sat with his head bowed, eyes closed and eerie and uncomfortable silence filled the room as though Gaara knew he had made a mistake.With one hand holding her dress against her chest, for he had ripped off the buttons, Ai reached out with the other to push his hair away from his forehead affectionately. The Kazekage sensed her movement and moved out of her reach. Ai gasped; he was going to ignore her, treat her like a mistake, like he didn't want her? She shook her head with a look of offence:"You are intolerable!" She exclaimed and stood up. The courtesan lifted her skirt and searched the floor for her veil. Ai did not bother to look to him as he stood on his feet shakily. She ignored Gaara as he winced and put a hand over his eye as though something in his head were clawing at his brain. The Kazekage went to sit on the edge of his bed and hung his head in shame.Love was flitting like a breeze around his room but Shukaku would not let him rest; the demon was breathing heavily, drawing shaky breaths and rattling around in the Kazekage's subconscious. Shukaku was unsure of how he felt about what had happened. The beast was whispering to Gaara that the shinobi did not take advantage of how sweet her skin would taste, of how good it would have felt to have seen the look on her face when he fucked her. Shukaku was disturbed and irritated and he whined inside Gaara's head in a way the man had never felt; he winced as a pain shot behind his eye.Ai had moved into the Kazekage's bathroom and was finishing washing her hands when she caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. A mess of dark curls and those diamond blue eyes looked back at her. So that was it. Virginity gone. The corner of her lips curved into a smirk; whether or not it was painful or pleasurable, regardless of the fact he was borderline abusive, she was glad. Ai would not have wanted it any other way. She adjusted her hair as best she could and sighed at her reflection.Did he not want her any longer; now that he had taken what he wanted? Was Gaara really like that? Is there any way a man could kiss her like that and not want to see her again? To her, he was becoming a drug; she would do anything for the intoxication of him, of Gaara. But he did not want her to touch him, did he? It was over between them. Ai wrapped her veil around her like a shawl and walked out of the bathroom.The young Kazekage was where she left him; alone and in silence, on the edge of his bed, his head bowed. Fine, if that's the way he wanted to leave things then she would respect his selfish wishes. Ai gathered her dress and walked to the door with a heavy heart; would he ever speak to her again-?"Stay," Ai stopped dead in her tracks. Her hand hovered above the door handle and her big blue eyes snapped open as she heard something she never thought she would hear. The girl in red turned to her lover slowly, he kept his head bowed, his gaze averted. Her eyes began to mist over as he confirmed her fears; "please, stay." His voice broke, as did her heart.Without a second thought, Ai released her veil from her grasp and walked to him swiftly. He did not look up as she approached and Ai could tell that it was because he did not want to; his body was trembling and he was biting his lip. As she approached, Gaara turned his head away, almost ashamed of himself for continuing this farce.One look at him was enough to make any woman weak but in this moment, seeing him vulnerable made Ai aware of what he was asking of her; he wanted her to love him. If only for the night."Gaara," his name escaped her lips softly as the courtesan knelt down in front of him and took his hand. Gaara was not distant to her after sex because he was ashamed of having succumbed to sleeping with a courtesan; he was vulnerable following the effort it took to protect her from Shukaku. Ai kissed his hand softly, affectionately, wondering how he would respond. He withdrew his hand quickly and pushed her away a little, "ah," she gasped softly."Forgive me," the Kazekage finally turned to her, "I never meant to harm you." He pleaded with her and looked down to the girl he was finding it hard to be parted from. She looked back at his eyes, which were stinging from the effort to hold back what he was feeling, and smiled."I know you can never hurt me, Kazekage," she whispered and Gaara shook his head at her. Her skin was glowing as though she were constantly bathed in the light of a star. Ai was everything he wanted in that moment and he could no longer deny what was happening inside of him. "Gaara," Ai spoke softly as his eyes filled with tears."The sight of you consoles me, Saku (New moon)." The crimson haired boy whispered and took her face in his hands. "Where have you been for so long?" He asked her and it was the look on his face, one of hurt, and his shaking voice that made her eyes begin to fill with tears too. "Why did you abandon me, Love?" He asked and Ai shook her head. Gaara leant forwards and leant his forehead on hers, "it has left me broken." Ai kissed him quickly."I never left you, beloved." She whispered and smiled at him as tears escaped her eyes. "I was marked on you the moment the Gods made me for you" Gaara smiled at her consoling words. "I am here. Always."
Also, seeing as this is not a story…nor partof RTK, I could just upload any extra lemons I write that don't fit the original story.

Yes, like fanfiction of my own fanfiction hahaha.

But that means- if I have left you…unsatisfied/you have any ideas/anything you want to see, why not let me know here? ;)

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Chapter 14: Overdose/ Tie Me to Dusk

There was something in the dead silence of the night that seemed ominous to her. As Ai walked into the Kazekage's quarters, she noticed the candles flicker in fear upon hearing the distant shouts of shinobi. Even Ai could feel it, in her bones, licking around her legs as though trying to catch her; Shukaku's intent flooded the palace with eerie malcontent. The beast was in the shadows, clawing at the walls to get to blood, seeping itself out of Gaara's soul.As Ai approached the corridor that lead to Gaara's room, she began to hear a rumble, no, a buzzing, a humming in the air, deep and endless, it was a sound she had heard before and it struck a note of fear in her.The hall outside the Kazekage's room was in chaos; shinobi were running around in a frenzied attempt to get things under control. There were a group of ninja stood at the entrance to the Kazekage's bedroom, Kankuro included, all looked as though they were hesitating before going in to battle. Baki, Kankuro, and three other palace guards seemed to be waiting to enter Gaara's room.The courtesan walked down the corridor with such confidence that no one dared ask her what she was doing there. Heads turned as men caught sight of those red lips, the thin white gown, those crystal blue eyes, before they remembered where they were and returned to their impending tasks. Ninja ran past her, shouting to one another for new sealing scrolls, cursing themselves for not acting sooner. Ai glided through the mess, to make her way to Gaara's bedroom door. That buzzing she heard earlier was getting louder. It was a familiar and foreboding noise. Where had she heard it before?"Ai!" Kankuro exclaimed upon seeing the dancer come and stand next to him. "What are you doing here?" But Ai was not listening, she was staring, wide-eyed, at the bizarre and terrifying scene before her.The Kazekage's figure was barely visible through a wall of spinning sand. The source of the humming heard in the corridor was the sand whipping through the air at such a rapid pace. It was also what was preventing Kankuro and the other ninja from entering the room to help the Kazekage. Clumps of sand were whizzing around the bedroom, around Gaara's figure, marring any view of him. The Kazekage looked like a washed out silhouette, stood, frighteningly silent and unmoving, by his dresser. Gaara's ultimate defence was preventing him from being saved, a bittersweet irony that left Ai's mind racing; what to do, what to do?"What happened?" She asked Kankuro who frowned as he saw Ai reach across him and remove, from a pile of equipment placed there by other sand shinobi, a kunai. Did she have a plan?"Gaara lost control. I don't know what- what are you doing?!" Kankuro shouted at her as Ai took the kunai in her right hand and cut the tip of her ring finger on her left hand. Blood trickled like a firework from her skin and Ai held out her bloodied finger to the sand. "Are you mad?" Kankuro grabbed her arm and held her back."No." Ai withdrew her arm from his grip and looked at him with such determination that Kankuro did not stop her when she held out her hand to the sand again. Almost as though the glittering mass had a life of its own, it seemed to sense her presence and began to part, making an entrance for her. Sand seemed to rush towards her arm before sensing something and missing the girl by inches. Kankuro and Baki looked on in confusion; why was Shukaku letting Ai through? She lowered her arm as though satisfied with her hypothesis. "I need to borrow some chakra," Ai exclaimed suddenly and Kankuro looked startled for a moment before nodding; she seemed to know what she was doing."Jin," he called and another Shinobi came to stand with Ai and Kankuro upon hearing his name. He glanced at Ai in confusion before remembering himself and standing to attention in front of the puppet master."Yes, Captain?""Let Ai borrow some chakra.""Of course," Jin held out his hand for Ai to perform a medical ninjutsu but before he even had time to register what was was going on, Ai whispered her thanks and swiped her bleeding fingertip across his forehead. "Wha-?!" Ai put her hand up to his forehead."Kuchiyose no Jutsu (summoning jutsu)," Ai whispered and in seconds kanji began to unfurl from beneath her hand and scatter themselves across Jin's skin in the familiar summoning circle that the shinobi recognised. But before anyone could figure out what was happening, Jin collapsed.Shinobi ran forward in alarm and helped to hold him up, as he stirred on the brink of consciousness. "He will be fine in a few hours, just let him rest." The dancer murmured but had already turned away. The ninja were all too shocked to say or do much else, many of them helped to escort Jin to the sickbay but Kankuro and Baki watched the dancer with a keen eye. Before Jin collapsed, Ai had summoned a sealing scroll and snatched it as it appeared in the air before his forehead. She then began to unfasten the scroll.Kankuro's eyes narrowed on the sealing scroll in her hands and he raised an eyebrow; she had performed a jutsu without weaving a single sign. The boy with the painted face did not know whether he should be shocked or impressed.Beside Kankuro stood his teacher, Baki, who shook his head as though he could not comprehend what was happening. Her jutsu and the scroll were written in jōdai nihongo (old Japanese). Being older and wiser, the ninja knew that there were only a few people left who can read or write it. Another thought occurred to him as he watched her: only a had full of other beings can understand the text, namely-"Shukaku!" Ai shouted through the sand.
Biju. This girl could communicate with tailed beasts in a language no one could understand?
Both Baki and Kankuro watched in awe as the courtesan made the spinning wall of sand part like curtains to form an opening through which she could walk."Ai!" Kankuro shouted in alarm but, before Ai stepped through, she cocked her head back to him."Shukaku won't hurt me.""How can you be so sure?" Baki asked."He wants me alive." Those blue eyes flashed before the girl mistaken for moonbeams, walked toward death.Ai entered the room with a quiet determination; she must not show Shukaku any trace of fear or he would snuff her out in the breath of his sigh. She walked into darkness, the room was eerily quiet considering the sound the sand made to the outside world. But in here, in this bubble he created, Gaara was God. Controller of sound, sand and Ai herself; she found herself unmovable at the sight of him.Gaara was stood against the wall opposite his bed, his head tilted upwards, brow dripping with sweat from the effort it was taking to calm the blood lust. It was his breathing that caught her attention. Shuddering and deep, as though trying to control himself, as though he were mere moments away from going completely insane from the want, from the ache that was burning in his blood. He stood in the moonlight, in his dark trousers, thrashing his head this way and that, his nails scraping the wall behind him, running through his hair and tugging at it as he closed his eyes and faced the ceiling. His torso, his beautifully defined physique, trembling and clenching in the moonlight.The courtesan stood, transfixed. Was she breathing? Was she even there? It was hard to tell. Without warning, Gaara flung his head forwards, pulled roughly at his crimson locks and cried out, alerting Ai to her own existence. The girl jumped and the movement was noticed by the demon boy. His hands shaking, his lip quivering, his breathing tiring, Gaara lowered his hands, stood straight and looked directly at her."Ai?"She took a breath.It was insane that something inside of her should shake and vibrate with such intensity, upon hearing Gaara say her name like he wanted her. The two teenagers caught each other in what felt was a moment of silence. The sand around them had halted and instead formed a wall between them and the shinobi outside.Ai stood, in a white robe so thin Gaara could make out every inch of her curves, every mouthwatering, lick-able, fuck-able part of her. He gritted his teeth, keeping Shukaku at bay for just a few moments longer so he could take in her face. Her eyes were dancing, as though wanting to drink in every part of him. Her lips, he had to close his eyes, Gods, why did she have to have red lips? They were glistening, they were shimmering for him, ready for her to get on her knees and open her mouth-"Aaaah!" Gaara groaned and put a hand up to cover his right eye, as though something were paining in his head.Ai had come to rescue him but she had no recollection of her task. That lustful, reckless smile he had, Gaara, not Shukaku, drove her mad. It pained her, it frustrated her, it made her want to scream, push him up against the wall and feel his bare skin on hers. The kunai was slipping from her grip, her knees were going weak, for Gaara was undoubtedly the most handsome man she had ever known. Those dark rimmed opal eyes grabbed a hold of her and kept her prisoner. He was her escape, Gaara controlled this world she stepped into. And she seemed to have stepped straight into him."AAAAH!" Gaara yelled and bent forwards, both hands back in his hair, screaming as though in agony. The sight of him in pain alerted the girl. Ai remembered herself and grasped the kunai and sealing scroll in her right hand. She held her left hand, her bloodied ring finger, out to him."Gaara," She whispered. Gaara's arms dropped to his side as the pain left him, he stood, almost lazily, upright and looked at her. Shukaku was quieting, relaxing, upon hearing her presence, he allowed Gaara a moment of freedom from the demon's torture. The Kazekage squinted in the darkness to see, as Ai walked towards him, her hand become illuminated by the moonlight. His eyes narrowed on her ring finger."What…?" Gaara asked uncertainly, barely finishing his sentence, tired from the effort it took to fight his biju."Boshu (offering)," Ai whispered in response and smiled a little as she saw Gaara shudder. She was offering him her blood. He smirked and as she approached she kept a close eye on his movement for any indication that Shukaku might attack. But the one tails seemed to be calm as she came towards him.Gaara did not notice Ai drop the kunai or sealing scroll from which she had removed two tags. His eyes were fixated with her fingertip, it was wet and warm with the smallest cut and trickle of blood. Like honey dripping over the rim of a jar, waiting to be licked, waiting for someone who was in need of something sticky and sweet. And the Kazekage was entirely in need of her. That boy looked at her as though she stood for everything he had ever wanted; his eyes were tired, full of adoration and hunger, beckoning Love into his arms.The warrior opened his mouth gently as she approached, with a look that gave Ai a strange urge to open her mouth and kiss him instead. But the courtesan stayed true to her task and Gaara reached out his hand to grasp hers, before tugging her closer and taking her finger into his mouth. Gaara lapped at her finger greedily, almost purring. Ai took the opportunity, while he was distracted to, with her free hand, take one of his hands an place it above him, against the wall, before sticking it in place with one of the sealing tags- binding his wrist to the wall with the paper. She pushed into him as she did it so his back hit the wall and when it did he became aware of the trick she had played and looked up to his wrist in alarm. The Kazekage's eyes narrowed and Shukaku's screeching began as he saw the seal had him pinned to the wall. He still had one hand free, Gaara could snap that wretched moonbeam like a twig-"Ah," Gaara gasped softly into her mouth as Ai pushed up against him and kissed him deeply. He barely had moments to register what was happening; his free hand snaked around her waist and pulled her closer. He begged Ai to open her mouth a little do he could taste her, like he had been longing to since he sent her away. But Ai had planned ahead and with him once more distracted, she took the other sealing tag and placed it on his neck. "AH!" Gaara pushed Ai away and she fell out of his embrace, onto the floor. The kunai fell from her hand and slid along the floor, away from her.Shukaku cried out in pain as the tag seemed to dissolve into Gaara's skin. The boy himself whined and screamed as though in agony as he used his free hand to cradle his head which felt as though it were about to explode. Shukaku was clawing at his insides, desperately trying not to be pushed back into the darkness but the seal was too strong. The kanji from the paper seemed to burn into his skin and dissolve. In an instant, the demon was gone.The young Kazekage stood, one hand above his head, bound to the wall, his other covering his right eye as he stood hunched, trying to regain his breath. His dark red hair fell, plastered to his brow from the sweat he had worked up. His breathing was heavy, his back heaving until, finally, he stood upright and licked his lips at her.They stared at each other; how would he react to her rescue? Gaara looked the girl up and down before sighing as though defeated."You wrote these seals?" He asked as though he already knew the answer. Ai nodded. "Come to me, Ai." Gaara asked her so sweetly and held his free arm out to welcome her. The dancer smiled and was about to oblige when the wall of sand between the Kazekage's room and the outside world disappeared, unveiling the goings on in his room. Ai paused as the sand fell, not sure of what instructions Gaara would give her when in sight of his council."Gaara, you alright?" She heard Kankuro call. The courtesan and Kazekage did not look away from each other. Both were trying to figure the other one out. Wondering what move to make, who would go first, where they would place each other."Yes," Gaara called back into the darkness beyond the room. No shinobi would enter the Kazekage's room without being called upon, so Kankuro waited to hear from the girl. "Ai is going to show me how she wrote the seals," he continued, "everything is fine. Please go to bed." Outside the room, Kankuro and Baki exchanged a look."Very well, Kazekage," Baki called and cleared the hallway outside the room. A small breeze flew through the room and shut the Kazekage's door. Leaving Ai and Gaara waiting for one another in the darkness. Their eyes never left each other."Come to me, Ai." Gaara asked her again and, with a small smirk, the girl took a step into his embrace. She was expecting him to be rough, to pull and tug at her as he usually did but the Kazekage simply held her and rested his head on her shoulder. He was tired and did not have the strength to keep his guard up around her. Ai was becoming too familiar to him; she was becoming his friend.That wretched moonbeam fit into his embrace well and placed her hands up upon his bare chest, feeling how broad, how stiff, how heroic his figure was. Ai was denying to herself that she were a little disappointed in receiving only a hug but smiled nonetheless as he lifted his head from her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "Remove the seal." He whispered suddenly and Ai moved back a little and smirked before glancing up to his hand. Gaara had his hands on her hips and moved in to kiss her as she leant back. But then he noticed her smile. "What's funny?" He asked with no trace of amusement but something inside of him adored her smile. Ai took a step away from him, pushing him away with one hand."Do I have the great Kazekage at my mercy?" Her smile broadened and she giggled as Gaara tried to move towards her but was constrained to the wall. He looked back at his hand and growled before glancing back to Ai who tiled her head at him. "Has Sabuko no Gaara been so easily defeated?" The courtesan said in her song-like voice, her blue eyes sparkled up at him in the moonlight."You think a paper seal is going to contain me?" The ninja growled at her, standing to his full height, towering above her. But Ai did not cower; her love of mischief, of teasing him, kept a smirk on her face."I wrote it; it is unbreakable to those who do not know the dead language." As she spoke, her smile faded for she felt something winding around her middle. She gasped in alarm for when she looked to her midriff, she saw, snaking its way around her, was sand. "Ah!" Ai gasped as the sand that captured her pulled her down onto her knees in front of its master. Gaara bent down to her so he were mere inches from her face."I'm bigger than you, Ai." He whispered, enjoying the smirk fading from her face, to be replaced by a look of fear. Her eyes darting from his gaze to his lips and back again. Gaara was so intense in the way he appraised her; he did not need the sand to bring Ai to her knees for him. "Let me out of this." He whispered. Ai had a few moments of trying to wriggle free of the sand before deciding she had no choice. Begrudgingly, Ai lifted her right hand and formed half of the tiger hand sign."Kai (release)." She whispered and dropped her hand and gaze in defeat as the seal pinning Gaara to the wall seemed to vanish. The Kazekage stood straight and as his hand fell from the wall, he rubbed his wrist. "Now let me free," Ai protested as Gaara stood there, idly massaging his hand. He glanced down to her and shrugged before walking off, leaving an open-mouthed Ai staring after him."Let me free." Ai said, louder, indignantly as though she could not believe she had to ask twice."Why?" Gaara asked nonchalantly, rubbing his wrist, looking around his room for his shirt."What do you mean why?" The girl cried but was immediately silenced as Gaara turned back to her, half in the shadows and leant against his desk."Why not keep you here, like this?" The Kazekage bowed his head a little but kept his glistening eyes on Ai. He stood lazily and walked over to her, all previous thoughts of finding his clothing forgotten; a chance to see that look on her face again, was too hard to resist. The boy with eyes that arrested so many women, walked over to the girl he thought was so deliciously delicate, and stood in front of her.Ai could not help herself, she had to drink in every inch of him; her eyes skimmed his face, his neck, his collar, his chest….they descended his frame as though hypnotised and did not stop at his belt buckle. The dancer had a fleeting fantasy about somehow undoing his belt with her teeth. Ai jumped as Gaara bent down to her, his gaze locking onto hers. The Kazekage put his hand beneath her chin, tilted her beautiful face towards him and ran his thumb down her lips, opening her mouth as he dragged her bottom lip downwards. Gaara looked at her as though fascinated."Why not keep you chained to me?" He whispered as though he were seriously considering the idea, looking into her eyes for any trace that she may say yes. Ai's chest was rising and falling rapidly, that boy was sending shivers down her spine, all over her, waking her up. "Like the moon is bound to the darkness; why not tie you to dusk and make the moon whole, every night?" Her eyes were caught on his lips. She gulped; speech left her as Gaara nodded, content with his plan, his thumb still brushing her bottom lip. "Would you happily sacrifice your freedom to me, Ai?" Yes.Ai scoffed. "Your princely upbringing has made you a fool," she protested, that fire, that mischief, flooding her eyes and she tilted her chin at him as though daring him to say more. "As though you could steal me from the nigh-" She was stopped short as Gaara got onto his knees and kissed her softly.Her eyes widened in surprise for a moment before she smiled into his kiss and closed her eyes. As she melted into him, Gaara wrapped his arms around her and brought Ai into his about him was dark, his crimson hair, those rims around his eyes, the way he looked at her, the lust he had for her. Dark. But so inviting and Ai wanted nothing more to get lost inside that darkness with him. To be tied to him.The Kazekage remained on his knees, a strong pillar of resilience, letting only his lips and tongue move into her. As soon as the sand let her go, Ai poured herself over him like water, like water thirsting for the ocean, she opened her mouth for him and gasped in delight as Gaara licked her tongue. A spark of electricity passed between them as Gaara put both his hand on either side of her face and kissed her deeply.Without even realising he had unpinned her robe, Ai felt the cold of the night around her shoulders as the white silk fell to the floor. Gaara's attention moved from her mouth to her neck and shoulders. The smell of her skin, the feel of it, soft and warm, her fragrance drifting up in the heat between them, drove him mad. To Gaara, insanity was nothing new, desire was nothing new but there was something, something in this girl that brought him close to an overdose.
Why is it, beyond all encumbrances, we always end up on our knees for each other? Why can't I shake you? My faith, my sin, my addiction, my release; why do they all answer to your name? Why has everything become you?
Ai's head hit the soft carpet of Gaara's bedroom as he laid her down on to the floor. The Kazekage was so calm and gentle with her; she looked up at him anxiously for she could not rid herself of the image of Gaara with that blood-thirsty look, lapping at her finger as though eager to drink her. But that blood-thirsty boy looked down to her with such warm, confident affection, that it made her beating heart slow its pace.His hair ruffled in the night breeze and the moonlight fell around him like the light of a halo. Gaara reached down and brushed her cheek with his knuckles as Ai looked up, her eyes misted over with the intoxication of lust; what was that look he was giving her? She had never seen it before. The boy leant down to her and kissed her cheek softly. His cool and calm demeanour frightened her; the dancer grasped the white silk that had fallen to the floor beneath her, as though she needed to hold on to the Earth for fear of being swept away by him. Gaara paused a mere inch from her lips and took a breath.
What has become of me?
Gaara leant in a little further and kissed her softly, pushing his full lips against hers. As he did, he moved between her legs and let his hips fall gently into her. Ai could not help but smile into their kiss as she felt how hard he was already and as she did, she saw Gaara smirk a little. She released the white silk from her grasp and placed both her hands on either side of his face. They looked into each other's eyes. Ai let her gaze search his face. Wondering if she should speak, wondering if he would listen. What was he thinking that he could not tell her? What thoughts was this boy so lost in?The Kazekage stared back at the girl with the memories of every hurtful moment he had ever spent trying to tell anyone he loved them. How could he tell her how he felt? Even he did not understand it.
I was Gaara. Once. Before you.
Gaara took her hands away from his face and let them fall to her sides. He then knelt before her and placed both his hands on her waist, before he smoothed over her contour and cupped her breasts. Ai took a deep breath and her back stiffened as the Kazekage's thumbs glided over her nipples. She even smiled a little as the torturously gentle caress gave her little shivers of pleasure. Ai closed her eyes and tilted her head back as Gaara's tongue glided over her right breast. Her smile faded, her back began to peel away from the floor, her brow began to furrow, her hands were caught in his hair as the Kazekage licked and kissed and bit in his exploration of her.
Now, your blood beats through my aching heart.
That girl with the sapphire eyes bit her lip as Gaara's tongue began to work its way down her body, to her stomach where she giggled and writhed for release as Gaara held her hands down to prevent her from pushing him away. Her figure was so small and delicate compared to his. She was so breakable, so fragile, all he wanted was to keep her safe. The boy with hair the colour of blood, let his tongue taste every inch of her."Ah!" The sound that issued from Ai's mouth left all previous thoughts of safety and adoration forgotten. Gaara snapped his head back up to her and looked directly at her face to see Ai staring back at him with wide-eyes; shocked that a demon could treat her body like a flower of paradise. With a cruel, malicious smirk, the Kazekage licked his lips until they glistened in the moonlight and lowered himself to that spot that had caused Ai to gasp in such a deliciously weak and lustful manner. Between her slender legs, Gaara placed his moistened lips tenderly on her womanhood and gasped softly as he felt how wet she was. He let his tongue, flat and wide, glide along her lips and it was with one more delicate gasp from the courtesan, that Gaara realised holding back was not one of his strengths when it came to Ai.
I was sleeping until woken by the taste of you.
In an instant, the world changed. The girl was shuddering, gasping for air, whimpering as though on the edge of death. The breeze of the night cooling her naked body as she arched her back and moaned, unraveling delight, twisting in anticipation, for what he was stirring inside of her. Torture. Unbearable, undeniable, Gaara sought out that side of her that would beg for him, that would do anything for him, that worshipped him.The girl with the moonlike face grasped the white silk beneath her so tightly she heard it rip. She opened her eyes and looked to the ceiling as the Kazekage kissed her and let his tongue dart in between the lips of her womanhood, searching for that spot that she could feel was beginning to numb with pleasure. Whoever knew Gaara would be so talented?"Ah!" Ai could not stand it any longer. Her legs were beginning to tremble, she could feel how creamy and warm it was were his tongue met her body. Every small flick of his tongue, every gentle bite, every long and wet lick he took, was drawing her closer into the darkness with him. Into that unreachable moment of ecstasy; she was there with him. With Gaara.The dancer felt something inside of her pulse and spread across her body like a wildfire before her hips buckled and she grasped a handful of his hair."Gaara," Ai whispered his name as she came. Waves of pleasure washed over her, she writhed and moaned and gasped and bit her lip. Gaara moved away from her and sat on his knees. Watching her beautiful face screw up in sheer euphoria. Her body shivered and jerked like someone on the brink of death and Gaara watched in satisfaction as the heat of the bloodlust cooled. Watching the fight go out of her, watching her give in, surrendering to him, was what he craved.As Ai's breathing returned to normal she opened her eyes and sat up. They looked at one another.
I am no longer the man I was.
Ai thew her arms around his neck and drew him into embrace. She kissed him so fiercely that they had to break apart and gasp for air. They put their foreheads together, eyes closed, breathing heavily and he asked:"Sacrifice your freedom to me Ai." He commanded. Ai gulped and felt goosebumps all over her body as spoke."I am already chained to you, Gaara." She conceded and opened her eyes suddenly as Gaara stood and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her breast against his bare chest. The Kazekage moved across his room as Ai kissed his neck and shoulders, doing anything and everything to be close to him. "Ah!" Gaara did not put her gently on to his bed, instead he dropped her violently before removing his trousers. Ai gritted her teeth as Gaara stood, naked, powerful, the Controller of everything, so reckless, so roguish, so rough and razor-sharp.The Kazekage pushed his courtesan to lie down, before turning her onto her side so her back was to him. Ai smiled; Gaara was so particular, so controlling in the way he fuck-"AH!" Ai screamed as Gaara yanked her arm and twisted it behind her back. He went to lie down beside her and, with his free hand, pushed hair away from her neck and sank his teeth into her flesh. The girl winced; it was definitely Gaara's turn.It seemed like he was massive compared to her; Gaara caged her as she parted her legs and he held tightly onto her with one hand on her hip and the other kept her arm twisted behind her back. Ai waited for the pain.She groaned a little as he entered her. It was still painful. Would she ever get used to this? Wasn't this at some point supposed to be pleasurable for her too? Her thoughts were interrupted as Gaara thirst himself deeper inside of her sticky and welcoming warmth. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back in pleasure. She felt so good. How had he lived so long without this? As he slowly pulsed inside her, he released her arm and instead put one arm around her as though hugging her and pulled her hair with the other. As the Kazekage fucked her, he licked and bit her neck.The dancer grasped the bedsheets and steadied herself with her now free arm. She winced at every inch of him, until, in half a heartbeat, something changed. As Gaara pushed up inside of her, Ai felt something deep inside the pain, something unimaginable and wonderful. She let him pull out and thrust again and when he did the girl opened her eyes in astonishment at this new feeling. The Kazekage was, for some reason, savouring every movement, going slow, and over the next few deep thrusts he gave her, the pleasure began to overcome the pain.The demon boy noticed a change in Ai. It started with a moan. It issued from her soft lips like a breeze in the night, delicate and disbelieving. She began to part her legs a little wider, her head tiled back, her whole body moved into his, she pushed herself into him, she was getting wetter. Gaara propped himself up onto his elbow to watch in satisfaction as the whore inside of Ai came out.She pushed her hips into him, bit her lip and licked them as her moaning became louder, as the ripples of pleasure became deeper. Ai reached back for him and pulled him by the neck towards her, panting as she did so, before she turned her face to him and kissed him. She moaned into his mouth at the pleasure his cock gave her. She smiled. So this was sex. Gaara withdrew from her kiss."Fuck me harder." She asked and the Kazekage obliged. The sealing tag Ai had placed on him quietened the biju until it was nonexistent and could not interfere in this raw and human moment they were in. But that did not mean that Gaara had changed. He was still as hungry for her to feel a little pain, he was still in desperate need to abuse her a little.Gaara. So controlling. So demanding. He pinned Ai to the bed and fucked her until it hurt again. He pulled at her roughly and thrust his cock deep inside of her until he wrapped his arms around her and groaned as he climaxed inside of her. Letting each shiver of pleasure guide his hips, making the most out of her body before satisfaction was reached and the Kazekage moved away from her so he could lie on his back.Ai rolled over so she could face him. She had a broad smile as she looked over to him."What is it?" He asked her and reached over to stroke her arm. Ai put her head on the pillow, her dark waves of hair falling upon the white sheets. She reached over to him and outlined his lips with her finger."You're good at this." She giggled as Gaara looked a little dumbfounded. Her smile faded and she closed her eyes. Gaara looked on at her and sighed. After a moments hesitation, he appraised her:"Ai?" But the girl was already lost in dreams of him. The Kazekage, not one to be drawn into dreams, sat up and reached for his trousers before turning to look at her. She was so sweet, lost and lonely like him, in this world. He sighed and pulled a thin sheet over her body.
I am no longer the man I was.

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Chapter 23: A Missing Diamond

With a furrowed brow, resting his hands on the wall opposite him as though to steady himself, Gaara opened his eyes a little and watched in satisfaction as a small crack formed in the wall under his hand. The bricks beneath were straining under the pressure of him leaning against them; like he was trying to hold onto his sanity. He scrapped his nails along the cold wall, trying to catch on to something that was threatening to tear away."Ah," the Kazekage shook his head and bit his bottom lip in an attempt to prevent the rough, inexperienced, almost animal noises that escaped him. He couldn't even bring himself to look at her; who knew what he might do? With his torso clenching and twitching in the candlelight, Gaara let a hand slink down the wall, to grasp a handful of Ai's hair as she knelt before him. Almost immediately Gaara lifted his hand again and put it against the wall.Ai smirked upon seeing this and let him into her mouth a little more. It was so fun to tease Gaara, to bring him to the edge of something dangerous and watch him unravel. The man's instincts were far too strong, too primal and violent, for him to even put his hands on her. To even look at her! The courtesan was not even trying; her hands were placed firmly on his hips, her soft lips gliding over his member as her tongue searched for places that made him shake his head, as though begging her to stop. But she wouldn't. It was far too much fun, too irresistible to feel him tense up inside her warm and wet mouth whenever her tongue slipped underneath the head of his cock."Ugh!" Another satisfying and guttural sound issued from the Kazekage who was beginning to rethink his thoughts of Ai. In the raw, human heat of sex, Gaara found he could no longer hold on to thoughts of dominating her; how, when she was so skilled at making him feel this way? If anything he should reward the way she stroked, licked, tasted, worshipped him. Wasn't that what this was? Wasn't Love on her knees for him because she desired no one else but Gaara?As Ai felt his strong, rigid dick begin to pulse, she moved away from him, giving him one final, long lick. Gaara grunted as she did so and, as Ai wiped her mouth and looked up to him, she saw Gaara was caging her; resting his head against the wall like he was trying to regain his senses. Each twitch, each pulse, was getting him closer to the edge, but he didn't want to go there yet. He pushed her away as his courtesan began to place small, wet kisses around his soft crimson curls. Gaara moved away from the wall and looked down to her. She smirked up at him."Ah!" Ai gasped as Gaara grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back slightly and leant down to kiss her. Her mouth seemed more supple and wet now, after she had him in her mouth, or perhaps it was that Gaara's mouth had started watering at the sigh of her, he couldn't tell. As he bent down, his cock brushed the soft skin of her breasts, making her shudder with anticipation. Gaara opened his mouth a little more, just to feel how much she wanted him. Ai's tongue traced the outline of his lips, her hands ran across his chest, pulling him in by the shoulders so he was forced onto his knees. Of course, the Kazekage could have pushed her away easily but he loved to feel her want him. As soon as he was on his knees, however, he puled Ai by her hair, so she lay on the ground.Her beautiful naked body lay so delicately before him and slowly, Gaara lowered himself to lie next to her. Keeping his hand in her hair, he pushed the side of his body into hers, letting his cock rub against her thigh. Gaara's free hand snaked down her face, over her breasts where he stayed a while, roughly scooping and pulling at her soft flesh until it turned red with heat and pain. As he broke their kiss, Ai opened her blue eyes at him."What do you want, Ai?" He whispered to her. Ai smiled and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Just to wipe that flirtatious look off her face, he pulled her hair a little harder, making her wince. "Beg for it." Ai could feel her body shuddering for him, between her legs was wet with anticipation, aching for the feel of his dick. But she wanted something different. She pouted at him, her ruby-red lips calling him back to kiss her."Touch me- ah!" Ai put a hand to her mouth as Gaara yanked on her hair once more."I said," Gaara whispered as he stroked the side of her face with his nose, "beg.""Please, Gaara," Love begged him, "touch me." As though she were asking for his mercy, to be put out of her misery, Gaara obliged. With torturously slow strokes, Gaara placed his hands between her legs and ran his fingertips along the outline of her womanhood. With his teeth digging into her neck, his cock brushing her leg as she writhed in agony, the Kazekage plunged two fingers into her sticky and inviting warmth. Ai's hands jumped to his chest, her whole back lifted off the carpet and into his embrace. Her lips found his neck and returned his bites.Ai pushed her breasts up against him as Gaara brought his fingers out of her, before re-entering her to hear Ai gasp again. The Kazekage looked at her in awe as he placed his thumb on that spot that made her open her eyes and kiss him intensely. As her lips locked onto his, Gaara increased the pace at which his fingers worked, stroking and tapping in perfect rhythm to match the motion her hips were making. Faster, with a little more force, the Kazekage could feel her getting wetter as Ai broke away from him and lay on the floor, opening her legs a little wider, letting him fuck her a little harder with his fingers."Gaara!" There it was, Gaara heard it, that gasp of his name that hurt for him, that was begging him to put Ai out of her misery and force the life out of her. Faster, deeper, more intensely, he moved his hands, he watched her shiver. Harder, to hurt her just a little, quicker, to match her shuddering figure until- "Ah!" The girl grabbed a hold of him and let her hips buckle, her thighs clamp around his hand, until she moaned a little louder and lay back down.But Gaara did not want it to end there; he longed to see her face screw up in pain and pleasure for him. So he kept his hands moving, not letting her stop him. When Ai put up a hand to his face he simply bit her wrist and carried on. Harder and harder, he tortured her until her breathing began to deepen once more. Her soft moans, her delicate whimpers, drove him crazy. Gaara wanted to see that deathless death he caused once more and he knew exactly how to get it. He released her hair and moved down so he could place his lips against her womanhood, to take over the pleasure his thumb was causing."Gods…Gaara…" The princely man had to fight the desire to stuff his cock inside of her whenever Ai began to speak in sex. Why is it she spoke like a songbird during the day and like a whore at night? Such a pretty face, such a filthy mouth. Gaara adored it. So he continued to pleasure her until she said all sorts of terrible, sinful, unimaginable things. His tongue darted between her lips, his fingers moved in and out of her but it turned out Gaara need not do much else; Ai grinder her hips and moved herself up to meet his mouth. She squirmed and writhed beneath him, pulling on his hair, panting his name. Gaara could feel her begin to twitch, to pulse around his fingers and he kissed her softly as she orgasmed for the second time.Her moaning stopped, her breathing returned to normal. The cool night air blew in from the balcony as his blood-lust cooled. He glanced up at her and smiled as she did, before he pushed her legs aside and climbed on top of her. Out of habit, Ai went to turn around as this was the position Gaara seemed to favour. But Gaara put a hand on her shoulder to stop her and pushed her to lie back down. Above her, Gaara smoothed Ai's hair from her face and kissed her tenderly. Ai was taken aback a little; it was unlike Gaara to be so affectionate during sex. A hand went from her head to her throat and Ai almost smiled; he was just taking a break from his usual sadistic affection."Tell me if it hurts," Ai nodded, it had been a while since they- "because I like to hear it." Gaara bit her bottom lip, smoothed a hand down her thigh, brought her legs apart violently and entered her. "Ugh…" Gaara shuddered as he pushed up inside of her; his strong and heroic figure tensing and stretching as he rocked slowly in and out, savouring every moment, feeling every inch of himself being caressed by her.The girl began to moan a little louder as he lifted his hips from her, before pushing back into her. Gaara's grip around her throat remained firm but light, of course he didn't actually want to hurt Ai. He just wanted to own her, to dominate her, to abuse her with his love. He began to thrust a little harder, a little faster, Ai's moans became louder, sounding in rhythm to the pace he fucked her at. Gradually, Gaara could contain himself no longer and he pulled Ai in by her rear, up into himself, forcing his dick as deep inside of her as he could go. He looked down at her with a beautiful, maleficent smirk as his lust began to take over. Until his hips were crashing into her, until Ai was finding it harder to breath with his hand around her throat. She winced at every inch of him as he became harder, as his motions became wilder, until he groaned in ecstasy and felt himself pulse inside of her.Gaara fell onto the carpet beside his first love and brought her into embrace. Panting, he held Ai in his arms and kissed her forehead. She moved out of his arms and sat up, looking at him with a small smile."Again?" She asked and laughed as Gaara nodded and tackled her back to the floor.
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Chapter 30: Meeting

Gaara put his arms around her and, slowly, raised her to her feet, watching as she closed her eyes and breathed in. She was breathing in his scent, her head was filled with it, with the feel of his skin brushing hers, the strength of his grip on her shoulder, the feel of his breath against her cheek. "I must go." She whispered."So soon?" He asked. But he could tell from how she refused to open her eyes, refused to look at him, that she was fighting that familiar ache they both had been feeling for months."Yes." She opened her eyes and looked to the wall opposite them. There, a full length mirror was hung, she could see his hungry, loving stare in the darkness behind her."Stay a while.""I mustn't.""I wish to speak with you.""About what?""Since your departure I have found myself lost amidst a thousand questions." He said, pulling her veil from her shoulder, revealing bare skin. The candles flickered around the room, the scent of sandalwood and rose lifting up around them."Questions?" She breathed, feeling his heroic figure against the fabric of her dress."Does moonlight bend?" Gaara asked, bringing his hand around her and stoking her collarbone slowly. Her head turned to him so his lips were brushing her ear. "Does it break? And what would become of me if I tried to discover its secrets?" He whispered, watching her intently as her breath deepened, her skin began to blush pink. "Would it use me up until I am nothingness? Would it beg for me?" Ai pushed away his hand."Gaara, stop this." She said, taking a step away but Gaara was too fast; he turned her around and pulled her in by the shoulders."You once said you belong to me," he growled. "Can I not take what is mine?" Ai did not want to look at him; his handsome face, those beautiful features she fell in love with, it would draw her back in to the darkness with him."Stop." She breathed."Doesn't it make you curious, Ai," he whispered to her, "our love? How is it you are body and I am soul?" She winced, hating herself for the shivers that ran along her spine as Gaara's delicate touch ran from her face to her waist. "How is it with just a glance from you I am suddenly near heaven? My Ai," he smiled softly, "how is it our love will never fade?" Finally, that girl with the moonlike fare looked up at him Gaara was shocked to see anger, lust, love, recklessness, hope, all twinkling in her gaze."Don't do this." She begged him but Gaara simply smiled that roguish smile."Stop me." He dared her.But Ai could not longer hold on to her senses; she could feel her body unfurling for him, her skin beginning to burn for his touch. So she allowed Gaara to remove her veil and unwrap it from her body, revealing the black dress beneath. She was dressed in the fashion of koto; the cropped blouse and long skirt. At the sight of her bare torso, Gaara smiled and ran his hand along her skin. She fought so hard to deny what was happening, bit her lip to cause herself pain as though that would make the pleasure of him obsolete. Tried not to look at him, to picture something else but it was so hard once those opal eyes locked onto hers, to see anything but him. In the golden light of the room, Gaara led her to his bed.She sat down gently as Gaara put a hand to her face, his thumb brushing her bottom lip, his mouth already watering at the sight of her. "We never had a last night together," he whispered, leaning down to her, watching her close her eyes, waiting for his kiss."I hate you for making me want you like this." She whispered. He smiled softly."Isn't that the way of blood-love? Enemies from lovers, lovers from enemies?" He lowered himself onto her lips and the two lovers gasped as a spark of electricity passed between them. As though savouring the taste of each other, the two opened their mouths gently, caressing with their tongues, pushing harder with their lips, growing restless, wanting more. Gaara pulled away suddenly. "Pain," his hand moved from her face to her hair which he pulled on gently, making her gasp as her fingers found their way to the buttons of his cloak, "from pleasure?" Gaara placed a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth.Ai could feel the heat rising in her soul and, like an order from the divine, she was inexplicably draw to Gaara suddenly. The urge to be close to him, to feel him again, to have him love and fuck her was turning into a hunger. She removed his cloak and trousers through frenzied kisses and pulled him onto the bed beside him. Gaara, taken by surprise at Ai's sudden change in character, fell onto the bed beside her and barely had time to recover before she hoisted one leg over him to straddle him.The Kazekage was not a vain man, he had often been complimented on his looks by many but took no heed of it. He never walked with arrogance or ill-placed confidence. But in that moment, as he lay naked under Ai, watching her eyes glide over his body, feeling her finger tips trace the outline of his abdomen, he had to smirk in vanity."Ah," The Kazekage gasped as she gave a delicate, tiny movement of her hips to grind against his dick which was throbbing, aching for the feel of her. Just lying there, looking at him, was increasing the heat in the room; Ai's cheeks were flushing pink, there was a moonlight-like stroke glittering above her cheekbones, her lips were pouting, wet and warm. She began to unbutton her dress, the smile on Gaara's face fading as he took in the sight of her curves; how did he let this goddess go? She removed her blouse and bra, revealing her breasts; Gaara's smirk faded completely. He went from being propped up on his elbows, to sat upright. His hand travelled around from Ai's hips, up her curves to her back where he pulled her in. Placing gentle kisses on her breasts he smiled as he heard her sigh with satisfaction; the feel of his skin on hers, the wet warmth of his kisses against her bare breasts was unbelievably good. His tongue darted down and began to explore her again, like he used to; biting and tasting and wanting to know every inch of her.While he was busy, Ai lifted her skirt, felt for his dick underneath her and grabbed a hold of it. Gasping at its magnificent stature, Gaara took the opportunity while her mouth was open to reclaim it; pushing his tongue a little further inside of her than usual. Both groaned into each other's mouths as Ai stroked his dick and Gaara forced his tongue inside of her in such a filthy, raw manner that Ai could contain herself no longer. She lifted herself up and slid down on his dick slowly.Ai moaned in pleasure as she felt him filling her up, hitting that spot only Gaara could ever hit; the spot that saw pain mixed with intense pleasure. He shuddered as she took all of him inside of her. His hands went back to her hips, helping her move, he watched her with those opal eyes, his red hair ruffling in the breeze as Ai began to lose her senses all because of the feel of him. He tried to watch her, to not become distracted by the pleasure and instead focus on her beautiful face screwing up in lust and pleasure. But she was moving so slowly, her hips were grinding gently against him, the pleasure of these tiny movements was unbearable. The thought that she was using him for her own pleasure stirred something primal inside of him; if she wanted it that badly, he could give it to her. Gaara could fuck her in the way he had been dreaming about; hold her down and make her scream his name. But he didn't want to just yet; he wanted her to enjoy herself. So, in an attempt to kill the desire, he placed his head against her breasts and concentrated on thoughts that did not focus on dominating her.Placing a hand under her skirt, he felt for that sweet spot on her womanhood that usually made Ai gasp and shudder in pleasure. When he found it, he felt Ai's hips buckle and lose their gentle pace. She held onto his shoulders, her eyes shut, panting his name, begging for him. Against the curls of crimson hair around his dick, Ai felt herself being caressed by him. Her hips moved faster, her panting became deeper until finally she called out his name, her hips crashing down against him, shuddering in ecstasy. Lovers sat together, heads against each other's, feeling the heat of the other's body against them. They kissed passionately, not wanting to let the other go. Eventually they broke apart and looked sincerely into each other's eyes."I love you," Ai whispered and kissed Gaara's cheek affectionately. "Ah!" Ai gasped and giggled as Gaara stood suddenly, the feel of the cold desert breeze on her bare back sending shivers down her spine. In this moment, stood against each other, looking at one another in only the way that lovers do, Ai and Gaara shared a look of complete trust."I love you." Gaara whispered as he lay her down on the bed and removed her skirt. At the sight of her naked body, that familiar blood-lust returned. Gaara climbed on top of her, parted her legs and entered her more forcefully than Ai had anticipated."Ah!" She gasped at the pain of his violent movement. He stayed there a moment, his thick cock filling her up, ready to fuck her, to own her. The girl was wincing from him as he put on hand on the bed to steady himself and the other reached up to hold her hand. Her toes curled up against his back, anticipating the love only Gaara could give her. He pulled out a little, grasping her hand tightly, before pushing back inside of her. The feel of him was like anything Ai ever thought a human was capable of feeling; the first time they had slept together she had likened the moment to a divine experience. Now, amidst the love, lost in the heat, she felt it again; that moment of complete ecstasy, of being as close to the one she loved as possible. She was not sure where her body ended and his began. She could not recall her name, nor his. For all they were, was love.As the Kazekage's movements became faster, his gasps turned to grunts showing the effort he was taking to restrain himself. His hand moved from hers which was outstretched above her, down to her hair which he tugged at, his kisses turned to bites which hurt her to the point she had to move her lips away from him and reveal her neck. Gaara's actions became wilder, his hips thrusting in and out of her, sweat began to plaster hair to his forehead, somehow he thought he could feel every inch of her at once. The bounce of her breasts as her body took his movement, her long hair that caressed her back as it peeled away from the bed when she writhed in ecstasy, the taste of her mouth, the soft warmth of her body welcoming him home."Ah!" Eventually Gaara climaxed inside of her, gripping onto whatever part of her he could find, biting her supple flesh, turning it red and hot with pain. He kissed her once more and withdrew, falling to his knees by the bed, exhausted from unleashing his lust on her. The two looked at each other, Ai sat on the bed, Gaara kneeling before her, knowing she should go, knowing the seconds spent here were increasing the risk of her being found. But as their eyes met, Gaara simply smirked, stood and went to kiss her again.
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Chapter 35: The Girl in the Marble Palace

The girl called Love was stood in her bathroom, a large rectangular room with an oval pool in it. She had just bathed and bid her friends goodnight as they retired to their rooms after helping her into her night robe. She stood before a wall of hanging mirrors; various shapes, sizes, frames and angles, they all hung from chains shaped like vines with flowers. They gave the girl reflections of herself from every angle and reflected the dim candlelight, giving the room a golden glow. Steam was still rising up through the room, catching onto the scent from the oil Ai had been burning. It had a soft, floral fragrance like frangipani.In her white robe which pinned between her breasts and falling off her shoulders, Ai stood brushing her hair. Her hair fell in soft, wet waves on her left shoulder and a small tapping sound accompanied the girl's movements as water dripped from her comb and onto the marble floor."Come on to me, Tempest," Ai sang absent-mindedly as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. "Rain over me, stain me with your colour," she smirked at herself as she watched a water droplet cling to her bottom lip, "if cruelty be your skill then teach me, I am your undoubting follower…" Ai picked up a perfume bottle; glass vial which looked as though it were twisted and painted with pearl. Opening the bottle, she tipped a little perfume onto her index finger and wiped it across her collarbone. "Teach me, you heartless storm, how it is to- ah!" Ai gasped as a gust of wind entered the room; she dropped the bottle out of surprise and wrapped her arms around herself in order to shield herself from the cold. The mirrors in front of her swung and clattered against each other and the wall as the wicked breeze pushed them, echoing the sound of the glass vial shattering on the marble floor. Eventually all was still and the mirrors fell back into place. Ai looked up into the mirrors, waited a moment for them to be still before she spied, standing behind her, his figure shaking in the mirrors as they rattled, was "Sasuke?" The girl with blue eyes caught a glimpse of the man with a look she would never forget; breathing heavy, alert, frustrated and confused, he stood at the entrance to her bathroom. Slowly she turned to him. What was that look on his face? He was practically panting, trying to catch his breath! His skin was glowing pink, his mouth dry for he had to swallow hard. Why had he run into her bathroom so late in the night? "Sasuke, what's the matter?"The man took in the sight of her; those diamond-like, shimmering eyes, the dark hair, fair skin and dangerously-thin white robe. Her hair was wet, her skin dewy like the morning. How could he answer her question when he was unsure himself."I-" What was there to say? How could he articulate what was going on in his head? The Uchiha took a breath and tried to control the swirling hurricane of emotions that was overwhelming his head.When Karin had said there was an intruder, it alerted something inside of him. Something that did not want to see Ai hurt. The thought of being in a world without her was unbearable to him. It felt as though someone wanted to suffocate him; he had to break free of their control and swallow the air just to be able to breathe again. He glanced up at Ai once more and, seeing that look of concern, the heartbreaking way she hurt because he looked troubled, suddenly put all emotion into perspective; could not lose Love again.That very girl walked to meet him and stopped in front of him. He could barely look at her; his eyes were darting from her figure, to the floor, to her lips, to the floor again. Ai tilted her head, her nightdress falling off her shoulder as she did so, spying him under her eyelashes. He was shaking! His skin was paler yet somehow flushed pink. Was Sasuke…scared? Was he anxious?"Hey," Ai said soothingly, catching his attention, finally making him look at her. She made a point of showing him her hands, bringing them up between them, her slender fingers wiggled a little in front of his face. "I'm here," Ai whispered and put her hands on either side of his face. "Don't be scared," she reassured him, "I'm here." The two stared at each other for a few moments and Ai shuddered with remembrance; that feeling of looking at someone as seeing they were just as lonely and lost and as desperate for love as you were.It is a rare thing, to look at someone and understand everything about them in a moment. To know why they ache, why they are fearful, why they want so desperately for you to feel the same way. In this moment, the two of them did feel the same way; utterly perplexed and in awe of each other. Amazed by their beauty, confused by their attraction and torn by their desire. But all who know Love well, know she is reckless. Ai went up on her tiptoes and kissed Sasuke gently.The courtesan could feel his inhibitions trembling in his kiss; he was dying to give in, dying to see what she tasted like, but the pucker in his lips showed his nervous and the firm way in which they remained closed indicated his inexperience. She retreated a little to see his reaction but Sasuke had closed his eyes, a weird mix of lust and apprehension played on his face."You do not fear making love to me because I am a whore," Sasuke's eyes opened as Ai said something he was not expecting to hear. She was looking up at him, her big blue eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "What you fear is that you'll like it," the girl giggled, shot him a well-rehearsed come-hither glance and walked away from him.For a few moments Sasuke stood, staring after her, dumbstruck that one moment she was twisting her way around him and the next she was gone. "Wait, Ai!" He called after her and followed her into her bedroom."Yes?" Sasuke stopped short as he entered her bedroom, feeling his fingertips going numb, his heart beating hard in his chest at just the sight of her. Ai's room was made of glass and cream-coloured cotton; beige marble floors with specks of gold and bedsheets of white silk and gold embellishments all glittered in the room, giving the impression that you were walking inside a diamond. Her bed was placed on top of a platform, you had to walk up a few shallow steps to get to it. She stood impressively tall for a petite girl, curvaceous as her white robe clung to her, delicate with her soft waves of hair and terribly, sinfully alluring with her red lips. The white drapes of her bed fell in lustrous waves behind her, the glow of the candlelight shimmered on her cheekbones."Well?" She urged him and Sasuke, who had only ever felt this way a few times before, cleared his throat."Teach me." They looked at one another for a few moments longer; they were caught up in the floral scent, the room was heady with heat, the two were just desperate to be tangled up together. Ai had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach; a nervous sense of guilt was squirming in her insides. But, at the same time, her skin was beginning to burn, she was beginning to feel the way she used to feel- she was coming alive again! Sasuke watched as though he were waiting to be attacked; with one foot slightly in front of the other, he watched her and waited.The courtesan unclipped her robe and let it fall to the floor. The white silk slipped off her curves like water leaving the shore; it clung to her shape for less than a second before being pulled away from her by gravity. Ai stood, naked in the candlelight, watching with a slight smile, for the changes Sasuke's body was going to go through.His skin flushed pink, he swallowed hard, barely daring to breathe. It was as though the girl was a delicate dove that had fluttered to stand next to him and any small movement would scare her away. He found himself immovable by the sight of her.Ai beckoned him with a finger and went to pick up a wide, red silk ribbon that was lying abandoned by Lena on her bedside table. The girls had been deciding on which colour ribbon to tie to one of Ai's dresses but the courtesan decided on a better use for the material. She turned to find Sasuke stood next to her and she watched him for a moment as he as he took in the sight of her. The man could feel his member harden at the sight of her soft, pink skin, the curve of her lips, the smell of he perfume."If you really want to learn you must disable your most powerful weapon-" Before Ai could explain, Sasuke freed his katana from its holder and threw it across the room. The two did not break eye contact as the weapon clattered on the marble floor by Ai's door. "You and I both know that is not your most powerful weapon, Uchiha." It was the slight emphasis on his name, the manner in which Ai twirled the red ribbon around her fingers that gave Sasuke the clue. "Your vision," Ai confirmed, "you must go without it-""Why?""Trust me." Sasuke did not like this answer, and he did not want to tie the ribbon in front of his eyes. But the promise of what Ai had to offer was too enticing so he bent a little and let Ai tie the ribbon around his eyes. "Lay down next to me," Ai guided him onto the bed until he was lying, comically stiff, beside her. "Face me," Ai ordered and Sasuke moved to lie on his side so they were face to face. The girl took his hand and put it on the side of her face."What is the point of this?" The man asked impatiently causing Ai to turn her face and bite his wrist. "Ah!" Sasuke gasped in surprise as a pain shot through his wrist; had she bitten him? Ai leant in close, his hair falling onto her face, her nipples gliding over the fabric of his shirt."I want you to listen closely to what you do to me. Learn from the noises I make and force me to make more." She kissed the corner of his lips and smiled as she could see a frown of incomprehension crease his brow. So, to help him, Ai lay down, took his hand and placed it on her breast."Ah!" Feeling the soft flesh in his palms, instinct made Sasuke cup and squeeze and pinch suddenly. Ai could feel her toes curling up against her bedsheets as Sasuke got up onto his knees and used both hands to feel the outline of her curves. He bent down to find her face and Ai, smiling a little at the fact that she had to move to catch his lips, obliged him with a kiss. She opened her mouth and gasped into his as Sasuke's primal nature kicked in and he owned her mouth by placing one hand behind her head, the other on her neck and forcing his tongue deep into her. The moan that issued from Ai was enough to tell Sasuke that he was a fast leaner.So his exploration of the courtesan continued; his hands roughly grabbed and tugged at her and moved her body to feel different parts of her. He moved between the girl's legs and began to kiss her neck. Ai began to writhe and gasp in a way she never though she would again; suddenly she was desperate for the feel of his skin. She could feel how heavy, how strong his physique was and wanted, so badly, to watch his body as it flexed and worked above her. So Ai sat up and helped Sasuke remove his clothes which, while difficult given the fact that Sasuke was blind, he was also eager to do."Enough," Sasuke removed his blindfold and pushed Ai to lie down, "I want to see you," he demanded, earning a small smile from the girl. As Sasuke was sat up and went back to enjoying Ai's neck, the girl caught sight of his dick and licked her lips; she knew it was coming, that sense of liberty, of feeling truly human.Eventually, Ai's heartbeat slowed, her blood cooled and Ai found she was staring at the ceiling, a horrible sense of guilt and remorse was coming over her. There was only one person she should allow this close to her, wasn't there? But he wanted nothing to do with her, didn't he?
Gaara. What have we done to each other?
The shinobi on top of Ai seemed to notice her lack of response after a while and, as he was tasting her inner thigh which was wet with her warm juices, he stopped and looked up to her. He could not see Ai's face for she was facing the ceiling. With almost, out-of-character tenderness, Sasuke lifted himself up so he could surround her."Ah!" Ai jumped as a shadow fell across her vision and it turned out to be Sasuke positioning himself on top of her."Are you alright?" The man asked in a tired voice; he was ready to be inside of her, he could feel his dick was rigid, pulsing, dying to feel what was waiting for him. Ai looked him in the eye; suddenly the tables had turned and she was the one fearful. What was there to be fearful of? She wondered as she looked into his dark eyes. This is the life she had chosen, she should commit to every decision and not look back. She nodded vigorously."Yes," she said convincingly. "Come," Ai whispered softly and parted her legs properly, beckoning him into her. Sasuke adjusted slightly, his dark hair falling into her eyes as he lowered himself on top of her."Ah!" Their bodies moved as one, Ai's figure arched as Sasuke pushed up inside of her. The Uchiha opened his eyes to take in the sight of Love, her face showing ecstasy because of him, her figure trembling with pleasure. He went slow, savouring every second of it; pulling out, he saw Ai relax a little before he pushed back inside of her."Ah!" The noises she made was unlike anything Sasuke had dreamt of; they were delicate and full of sinful lust and sounded as though she was begging him to go a little deeper, to go a little faster. "More," Ai spoke as though she had read his mind. Ai wanted to feel him all at once, to make his abs tense up as he clenched his stomach, to scrape her nails against his rear as it tightened when he moved his hips. She wanted him to fuck her after months of dying to be fucked. "More!" Ai demanded.Both were panting, both were grabbing on to any part of each other they could find. One moment their tongues were in each other's throats, the next they were licking the sweat from each other's necks. Ai was swearing under her breath, giving him such delicious, sultry moans and encouragement to own her, to defile her, that Sasuke found it hard to control himself. She felt like everything he ever wanted, sex felt like everything he had thought he was missing. He grabbed her hair with one hand and her waist with the other and fucked her hard until he reached climax.
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Sweeping his hand over her delicate, glowing skin, the Kazekage paused for a moment and took in the sight of the princess as lust consumed her soul. Propped up on her elbows, naked against silk sheets, gripping them tightly as her toes curled up and she shivered in anticipation; Princess Taki had forgotten her royal upbringing entirely, it seemed. He barely touched her, but to a virgin his skilled hand had the same effect as a stone being thrown into still water; ripples, echoes of the touch, shudders for more. It amazed him, how different she was to his previous lover.Ai was more curvaceous than Taki, her breasts spilled out of her brassiere at just the sight of Gaara. Taki's breasts were smaller, perkier and, to his delight, the skin turned much pinker much quicker when he handled her a little roughly. The courtesan had also been completely hairless on her body but Taki's womanhood was not bare; it had surprised him a little. He had never thought about women's bodies before and had not anticipated so many differences between merely two of them. Her skin was different; Ai had a silvery, moonlike glow like a crescent moon in a starry sky, but Taki was warm and golden like the reflection of the sun on a warm ocean.Even the noises the two women made were entirely different. Ai's moans were soft, teasing, pushing him to work harder and earn those sultry, seductive moans she knew he loved. Taki did not possess skill nor art in her performance but…that is exactly what made her so seductive. She was unrehearsed. Her vulnerability was there in the high pitched squeals of surprised delight she let escape her mouth.Gaara observed her mouth, as he dipped a finger inside it and watched her as she so deliciously gasped at his rough actions. Her mouth was watering for him, opening in anticipation of what he had to offer. The Kazekage watched her with a look of genuine intrigue as he stood shirtless by his bed. Taking his finger out of her mouth he smiled; now that Gaara had known sex, he felt much more in control, much more aware of each move he was making. He made her look at him by bending down and placing a moistened kiss on her breast. The princess threw her head back in ecstasy; still balancing on her elbows, Taki shuddered as the man of her dreams began to work his tongue in delicate flicks against her nipples."Ah!" A gasp was caught in her throat as, unknown to her, Gaara's moistened fingertip ran along the inside of her thigh."Breathe," Gaara murmured as he kissed her neck. "There's a rhythm to this magic," he whispered before sitting down beside her. "Show me your rhythm and, in time, I will show you mine." Taki nodded in earnest, her beautiful grey eyes sparkling with admiration for his skill. "Relax," Taki glanced up at Gaara and, as he pushed her gently on the shoulder to lay down, she could not help but notice the slight malice behind his smirk. There was something sinister in his smile while his eyes remained entirely loving."Ah!" Taki gasped again as Gaara's hand began caressing her womanhood gently."Breathe." It was not a suggestion, but a command. Taki felt so unsure of herself; she could feel herself losing her mind, her senses for this man but at the same time her inhibitions were too strong, her need to understand that sinister smirk was overbearing.With a deep breath, the princess tried to relax. The rhythm Gaara spoke of became more pronounced. Her breathing soon felt in time with her heartbeat, the shivers up and down her legs joined them, the bursts of what felt like fire between her legs all began to sway and beat and pulse and tingle in rhythm."Good girl," the Kazekage complimented her softly. There was something about this phrase that Taki enjoyed, she enjoyed it so much, in fact, that the feeling of Gaara's fingers began to feel far away as the sensations running throughout her womanhood became more intense. Her hands no longer gripped the bedsheets but Gaara's chest, clawing at him, demanding he release her from this agony of waiting and wanting to-"Aaaah!" The princess closed her eyes tightly and scratched Gaara's chest as she tried to hold on, as her orgasm took hold of her.For the briefest of seconds, all the things that held Gaara captive, the curve of the girl's waist, the pinkness of her trembling flesh, the warmth between her legs, disappeared and something grabbed a hold of his heart. The sweet look of lust Ai would always finish with, burst forth with unrelenting colourfulness into his mind.
Ai, what have we done to each other?
It was almost as if he left his body for the next second it felt as though he woke up, standing beside his bed as Taki knelt in front of him and was placing delicate kisses on his abdomen. She was almost purring, licking him gently, cooing at him so that he slowly gave back into her charm. She began to unbuckle his belt as Gaara, all thought of Ai forgotten at the glance of Taki's rear.While Ai had been seduced by Sasuke by the emotions he stirred, by the feel of him, by the closeness he offered her, Gaara was affected by a much more primal instinct. It was the shapes and materials Taki was made from, that drove him further into lust; soft, sweet, perfumed, curvy, delicate, fragile, round, sharp, plump…each part of her was a new discovery of something seductive. Couple those things with this girl's naivety, her reckless desire and ambition to please him; it made her irresistible to his hunger."Lie back," he commanded before Taki had even removed his belt. The girl looked up at him, her grey eyes sparkling, before she lay back on the bed and took a deep breath. She watched as the princely man removed his clothing, his arms and shoulders becoming so beautifully defined as he reached down to take his trousers off. Taki almost flinched at the sight of his torso stretching in the candlelight as he stood to his full height.In that moment, as they looked deep into one another's eyes, Taki realised that she was utterly, hopelessly in love with him. The desire to have Gaara make love to her became an ache, she could feel it in the depths of her stomach and between her legs, the pang for him to just climb onto the bed and show her what she had been fantasying about when she was alone.The princess' dreams started to become reality as the Kazekage climbed up onto the bed to surround her, his shadow casting her in darkness. Above her, she saw his handsome face; his lips curved into a soft, reassuring smile, his hair falling away from his forehead in crimson waves."Don't hold your tongue," Gaara instructed her, "say anything and everything that comes to mind so I know how to please you." The man almost laugh as he saw Taki gulp and nod. "Are you frightened?" He asked, suddenly considering how having a man much bigger than you, on top of you in the half darkness, could be frightening for a girl who had never experienced anything like it. He was concerned as Taki remained silent. To ease her nerves, Gaara leant down and kissed her softly, deeply, trying to show how he was entirely at her mercy and not the other way around. "Are you frightened?" He asked again."No, Gaara," Taki breathed as he smiled at her."Good girl," he laughed as Taki smiled broadly when he said this. "You like it when I say that, don't you?""Yes.""Why?""I want to be good to you, Gaara." Her eyes suddenly became heavy lidded, her breathing deeper, she even parted her legs with more confidence as she saw Gaara shudder when she said this. The Kazekage kissed her deeply, held one of her hands above her head and grabbed her rear with his other hand.Everyone plays out a role in sex. Gaara was usually, although not always, incredibly dominant, controlling, demanding, the torturer, the animal, the saviour, the god. Ai had been the enemy, the keeper of paradise, the torturer, the goddess, his victim, his addiction. But Taki…she had become taken with the role of Gaara's play thing and that was undeniably delicious.Gaara's throbbing dick entered the princess who squealed softly in pain when he grunted in satisfaction. She was so wet, warm and tight around his dick, her noises were so seductive, her body so ripe and ready for him. He could barely contain himself; Gaara knew he should be delicate and not cause her pain but at the same time his primal nature took her delicate moans of discomfort as a sign for him to stop but it did just the opposite. As his cock pulsed inside of her, his hips gently buckling every time pleasure shot through his throbbing member, Gaara had to close his eyes for he knew that if he saw a look of pain on her face, it would drive him over the edge.She gave little twitches in her hips, making her whole body move in tiny strokes against his. Her hard nipples knocked against his chest, her lips brushed his chin as she nibbled it a little. Gaara waited until he felt her twitching subside a little and her kisses become more relaxed, before he began to rock gently back and forth."I'm so wet," Taki gasped suddenly before shuddering in pain as Gaara forced himself inside her a little more. It was not what she had said; to Taki she was just making an observation, but it was that naive, unsure voice of a virgin that made the man suddenly remember dangerous thoughts. He wanted to say things to shock her, to intrigue her, to make her beg for him but he knew he couldn't, he knew it was too soon. "Gaara, it feels good," was the only sentence required to make the man lose his mind."I can make it feel really good," he reassured her suddenly before sitting up a little and pulling her by the hips towards him so his dick filled her up."Ah!" Taki winced in pain but knew, when Gaara lay back down and grunted, that she should hold on. Clasping onto his biceps the girl felt the sweat begin to build up between them, the frustration in Gaara's strokes as he began to fuck her. The pain was still there, the fear of not being enough for him but soon, his movements became more fluid, the pleasure began to sneak past the pain and suddenly the rhythm Gaara had spoken of earlier became more pronounced.Their heartbeats were pounding together, their moaning in perfect timing to each powerful thrust Gaara gave his sweet princess. There was a growl, a rumble in Gaara's voice that made Taki wetter, that made her open her arms and welcome him in a little more; it was the noises he made that gave her an indication that she was doing a good job. She knew he wanted to play with her, to torture her a little and she wanted to see it; deep down, this straight-laced princess wanted to wake up the Gaara she had been dreaming about. And it could all be done in three simple words:"Fuck me harder." She smirked up at Gaara as he looked down at her in shock upon hearing those words, but his body reacted faster than his mind; his dick tensed inside of her, filling her up a little more, squeezing him a little harder. He could hold back no longer, he grabbed the girl by the hips and fucked her until she cried out in pain, until finally he reached satisfaction, pulled out of her and let his seed spill onto her stomach.
Go on, comment, you know you want to…

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It's the first bonus lemon, aaaa! That means this isn't in RTK, it's just a deleted scene I am sharing with you here. You're welcome.

Electric

An inky sky, studded with stars, hanged like a canopy above the palace of Sunagakure, one fateful Summer night. The stars seemed closer, like he could reach out and touch them, the breeze so warm he had to remove his dressing gown as he left his room, searching for respite on the palace rooftop. In his dark blue sleeping robe, the Kazekage stood, silent, lost in thought and worry, looking down at his village, from the rooftop of his home. Months ago, he had struck the woman he loved with a pearl necklace on this very spot, marking her as his, forever. Their love had seen him overcome death, return to Earthly planes once more, just for a chance to look at her again. That delicate moonbeam that danced between the stars was fast asleep in their bed, a few floors below. The Kazekage had blown a straying curl of hair from her face as she slept, half-wishing for her to wake up, but she did not. So, contemplating a very serious issue that had been brought to his attention at a meeting with a villager that afternoon, Gaara sought solace in the empty rooftop of the palace. Here, alone, only kept company by his thoughts, perhaps he could come up with a solution to the villager's irrigation problem.But he was not alone. That delicate dancing girl that he had left in his bed, was peering through the gap in the planks of the rooftop door at him. Wondering what thoughts he could be so lost in, what troubles had carried him away from their bed in the middle of the night? Being a little vain, Ai was a insulted: if Gaara was having such trouble sleeping, she could have offered him some relief from the boredom of a lonely night. But he had not troubled her, not stirred her, not pinned her down and begged for her attention as he had the night before.She pushed on the door and walked out onto the rooftop. Gaara's silhouette was outlined against the starry night sky. He stood with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on some distant point on the horizon, lost in thought. In the warmth of the desert night, he wore only his simple blue robe, the fabric fluttering gently in the breeze. She approached him quietly, wearing her white sleeping dress, small trinkets of diamond jewellery sparkling around her to match the stars in the sky. Her footsteps muffled by the soft soles of her silk slippers. When she was just a few feet away, Ai paused, taking a moment to admire the strong lines of his back, the way his hair glinted red in the moonlight. Would he forever have this hold over her? Would he forever be the most beautiful thing she had every seen?"What is so pressing, Kazekage, that it stole you away from me in the middle of the night?" she teased, her voice cutting through the stillness of the night.Gaara stiffened, his shoulders tensing at the sound of her voice. He turned slowly to face her, his expression one of worry and surprise. "Ai," he acknowledged, his tone flat. "I thought you were asleep."Ai smirked, sauntering closer to him. "You cannot remove starlight from the sky, Gaara, do not separate yourself from me with worry," she said kindly, noting the crease in his brow, the lack of smile in appreciation for her poetry. "You're still concerned by your governing of the village today?" Ai knew, deep down, that Gaara was a good man, intelligent and just, he was a fair and excellent ruler of the village. But often, his stress, his worry, consumed him and he could see nothing else. Sometimes he was unsure of himself, unaware of how well-suited he was to the role of Kazekage and unable to find relief from the stress of his obligations. His love smirked at him knowingly; what did he think Ai was here for, if not to relieve him of the pressures of his title."What's so amusing?" Gaara questioned her smirk."I suppose I have always found it funny that a suitor for the political position of Kazekage is…so undemocratically decided," She watched as Gaara's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed on her, too caught up in his worry to see straight through her games."I'm not in the mood for games, Ai," he warned, his voice low.But Ai was undeterred. She closed the distance between them, her hand reaching up to his face. "As though brute force has something to do with governing capability."Gaara's hand shot up to grasp her wrist, stilling her movements."Don't," he growled, his eyes flashing with something dark and dangerous, aware of the heat in the desert air between them. "I am not in the mood for your games, Ai." But his courtesan's smile turned sharp, her eyes glinting with challenge."Why?" she asked, her voice a silken breeze fluttering up to his ear. "Are you on the brink of something dangerous, Gaara?" He shuddered as she spoke, "are you frustrated with me? Have I overstepped?" She smiled as she could see the corners of Gaara's mouth battling a smirk at her words; all Ai ever seemed to do was overstep, right into him, every single night. Gaara closed his eyes to rid himself of the sight of her; her pink lips were full, she bit them in faux fear of what he might do to her. His grip tightened on her wrist, his sand armour creeping up his arm in response to his agitation. His crimson hair lifted up in the night breeze as he tried to forget that her white robe made it so easy to spy every curve, every dip, every delicious, mouthwatering part of her. The smell of her, the feeling of her pulse beneath his fingers, the thought of fucking her somewhere they could be found, was at war with his worry over the governing of the village that day, with the deep desire to remain the dutiful Kazekage, to regain control of himself."Are you so intent on being my undoing, Love?" He gritted out, his voice strained.Ai leaned in closer, her free hand sliding down his chest, she laughed, the sound like tinkling water from a fountain in the courtyard. In a mocking tone, she smiled and said; "You are already undone, Kazekage." At her words, the thin thread holding Gaara's control together, snapped. His sand swirled around them, creating a cocoon that blocked out the rest of the world. The two teenagers were caught up in a world of darkness, the moon and stars their only light, each the only relief for the other. Ai gasped as sand snaked around her middle, pulling her towards the earth,"On your knees," Gaara growled, watching in satisfaction as Ai's beautiful face showed surprise and fear as she was pulled to kneel in front of him. Leaning down, his blood red hair falling away from his face, Gaara put a hand to her face and pulled her lower lip down with his thumb. With her mouth forced open, Ai's breathing deepened as she felt that familiar, frustrating feeling of aching desire. With Gaara towering over her like this, completely in control of her, losing himself in his lust, it was impossible to say no to the man who owned her. "Is brute force so unagreeable to you, Love?" He whispered to her, "is my strength something I should be ashamed of?"Gaara dipped his thumb into her mouth as he licked his lips at the familiar sight of lust sparkling in her eyes. "Or is it the reason you lose your mind every night, Ai?" The Kazekage smiled in satisfaction as Ai's mind already left her, leaving her completely in physicality, completely at his mercy, completely consumed by lust.Her hands were hastily unbuttoning his trousers, growing frustrated with the fabric of his long top that got in the way of her work. Standing to his full height, Gaara removed his top, watching in a lazy, almost intoxicated state, the sight of Ai, desperate for him. He watched in vain satisfaction as her eyes skimmed over his toned physique in the moonlight, before she freed his cock and took him in her hands.Tilting his head back at the promise of relief, Gaara closed his eyes as he sighed and gasped in pleasure. His hips shuddered as her hands began to work him with a skill she had perfected over their last few months together. Pleasure was building inside of him, something was fit to break, when he looked down to see Ai staring up at him with heavy-lidded affection. She knew every inch of him, where to touch, where to taste, where to lick, where to moan. And as that delicate, dangerous woman brought the Kazekage into her mouth, she groaned in barely contained excitement as his hips buckled, as he moved with her, as he enjoyed her.Gaara owned every part of her, he could tell her to turn over right now and she would, greedily, happily, as though it were the best thing anyone had ever said to her. She would take it like it was the only thing she existed for, as though she were on the brink of madness and Gaara's sex was the only answer. And he was. Right here, in this moment, she would go completely insane if he didn't fuck her, hurt her, make her scream in pleasure. She pulled back from him, earning a grunt of satisfaction from Gaara as he looked down angrily, infuriated that she thought she could stop.But the look on her face, her lips plump from pleasuring him, panting hard from her work, her eyes misted over with the intoxication of lust…even Gaara could contain himself no longer. Ai lay back down, her eyes never leaving his, she beckoned him in with a bite of her lower lip.He descended on her like she was is prey, kissing her deeply, before his mouth found her neck, his teeth scraping over her pulse point. Ai gasped, her hands lost in his dark red hair, pulling at it, causing him to wince. His touch was rough, almost brutal, but it only served to fan the flames of her desire higher.Gaara's free hand roamed over her body, tugging at her clothes with increasing urgency. Finally, he yanked Ai's dress down, baring her breasts to the cool night air. For a moment they looked at one another and smirked as they realised what they were about to do, where they were, easily detectable to anyone who may come up to the roof. But what did it matter? What did they care? their bodies were in need of each other. Would you deny water to a dying palm tree? Deny a temple to a worshipper? No? Then the world could not deny them.The Kazekage cupped them her breasts roughly, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, making her arch into his touch with a small cry. His mouth followed soon after, his tongue gliding over the sensitive peaks, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. The girl's eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself to the sensations. Gaara's touch was electric, his every caress stoking the fire that burned within her. She felt like she was coming apart at the seams, like she might shatter into a million pieces if he stopped touching her.But Gaara had no intention of stopping. He kissed his way down her body, his lips and tongue tracing over her ribs, her stomach, the curve of her hip. When he reached her thighs, he paused, his breath hot against her skin."Tell me what you want, Ai," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. Ai lifted her head and looked to that handsome, roguish, devilish boy and smiled weakly. "Tell me what you need."Ai's heart stuttered in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You," she managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you, Gaara. Please."That was all the encouragement he needed. With a growl, he tore away the last of her clothing, leaving her bare before him. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open, exposing her to his hungry gaze. And then his mouth was on her, his tongue delving deep, lapping at her most intimate places. Ai's hips bucked against his face, her hands fisting in his hair. The pleasure was intense, almost too much to bear, but she couldn't get enough. She wanted more, needed more, craved it like a drug.The man who controlled her so effortlessly, worked her mercilessly, his fingers joining his tongue, thrusting into her. He curled them just so, hitting that spot deep inside her that made Ai see stars. "I can't scream," Ai whispered suddenly as though warning herself, "not here," she muttered, reminding herself that someone in the gardens might hear them. "Be gentle…slow down," she whimpered as her body shook and trembled, her nerve endings on fire with bliss. But her words just made her lover groan in excitement into her womanhood. The vibration of his sound was enough to push her over the edge. Ai put her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from moaning, she bit her hand and instead a delicate, high pitched squeal issued from her.But Gaara wasn't finished with her yet, not with her making sounds he'd never heard before. Even as she was still coming down from her high, he surged up her body, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, could feel the hard length of him pressing against her thigh. He pulled away from her and rested his forehead against hers, both panting, both in agony from the wait."Do you think," he breathed "when I fuck you," Ai shuddered, opening her eyes to look at him, "you'll even remember the insolent things you said to me tonight?" The girl shook her head at him, she had already forgotten. "No," Gaara whispered, "I don't think you'll be able to think of anything except the feel of me inside of you." He was taunting her, teasing her, withholding himself from her, killing her inside.Ai could only moan in response, her body already aching for his touch, her tongue desperate for the feel of his. Gaara kicked off his trousers, freeing himself from his last restraint, and then he was lifting her up, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against her. Ai held her breath, waiting for him to thrust into her, to fill her up and make her whole. With a groan, tired from the lust, Gaara surged forward, burying himself completely inside her. Ai cried out as loudly as she dared, her nails digging into his back, her heels pressing into his rear. Ai opened her eyes and looked to the starry sky eying the Kazeakge, how was it, every time, she forgot the feel of him?How was it new, every night? How Gaara filled her up, how he pushed her to take more than she thought she could, how his dick hit that familiar spot of ecstasy?And then he began to move, his hips snapping against hers in a punishing rhythm. Ai met him thrust for thrust, her body rising to meet his, their flesh seemingly searching for more contact, more force, more pleasure. They tried to keep their voices down, to keep the sounds of their sex quiet. The rooftop was filled with the sounds the harsh pants and grunts, the breathy moans and whispered pleas.Gaara's fingers dug into Ai's hips, hard enough to leave bruises, but she relished the pain. It made everything feel more real, more intense, a tangible reminder of the passion they shared. She could feel another orgasm building deep in her core, her body coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust of his hips."Gaara," she gasped, but needn't say much more, he knew when she needed him, when she was begging for him. Gaara's hand slipped between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, hard circles."Come for me, Ai," he growled, his teeth closing over her earlobe. "Let me feel you give in." His words were her undoing. With a stifled cry, her body shuddering, Ai came over him. Her thighs clenched as her body tightened and fluttered against his dick, urging him towards his own release.Gaara followed her over the edge with a groan into her neck, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself deep inside her. They clung to each other as the aftershocks rolled through them, their bodies trembling with the force of their shared climax.For a long moment, they simply held each other, their hearts pounding in sync. Gaara's hand smoothed over Ai's back, his touch gentling, soothing the marks he had left on her skin. Ai nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent, savouring the feeling of being so close to him."I'm sorry," Gaara murmured after a while, his voice rough with emotion. "I shouldn't have lost control like that, I could have hurt you-"Ai silenced him with a finger to his lips, her eyes soft and understanding. "You could never hurt me, Gaara," she told him, her voice firm with conviction. Gaara's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of fear or hesitation. When he found none, he let out a shuddering breath, his forehead dropping to rest against hers. "Will you be able to sleep now?"Ai giggled as Gaara looked down in shock, realising that he was not as in control as he thought he had been.

Wow…I haven't, uh, written one of those in a while. I need a cup of tea.

If you like my lemons, my new Shoto Todoroki fic will be equally…accceptable.

Anyone for that tea?

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Summertime in Sunagakure brought with it a stifling heat, alleviated only by the occasional breeze the gods gifted the villagers. The sun warmed up the earth until it was bright, bronze, cracked and desperate for water, thirsting for a little relief, aching for the rain. Inside the palace walls, the gardens were kept happy with some form of magic, they were lush and full of life, barely noticing the almost suffocating heat. Immaculately kept, symmetrical in design and bursting with brightly coloured flowers, the gardens were easily the Kazekage's favourite place in the palace. The large palm trees offered blissful shade from a wicked desert sun, the sound of the fountain in the middle of the gardens offered solace and the promise of water to parched mouths. The flowers, heated by the warm weather, smelled more lovely and more sweet than any other time of the year.Walking through the gardens was always a calming and soothing experience for Gaara. Despite near-suffocating in his kazekage's robes, his hat offered him a little shade from the sun as it sat high and proud in the sky above the village. The gardens were busy in the middle of the day, students from the shinobi academy of Sunagakure walked through to get to their next classes, gardeners tended affectionately to the jasmine flowers, palace officials, librarians, even monks, wondered through the place seeking sanctuary from the summer heat.The Kazekage walked with his first student, Matsuri, who was relaying to him the current ongoings in the shinobi academy. He had stared at her in amazement when she told him the newest set of genin were starting at the academy at twelve years old; had he been that young? It felt like a lifetime ago since he were that version of Gaara. So young and so desperate for violence, so eager to hurt, to cause pain and suffering…and now he walked, serenely through a palace garden as though that child had never existed.Matsuri, her brown hair swaying in the breeze, was speaking in her soft, delicate voice beside Gaara:"We were all twelve or thirteen when we started in the academy, Kazekage-sama," she smiled up at him, only to blush under his gaze. "I'm sure the new recruits would love to hear from you…""I will be there tomorrow morning," Gaara responded quietly, as though not wanting to speak over the gentle flow of the fountain, "what time do classes start?" The Kazekage stopped as he suddenly realised that Matsuri was no longer talking or beside him. He turned around, as he did so he noticed many…all of the garden's inhabitants were stood, stock still, staring at something in the sky. "What…?" The Kazekage asked as he followed their gaze, seeing Matsuri now too, stood, transfixed, staring with a look of melancholy and awe at something above them.Gaara's ocean eyes followed the strands of golden sunlight to where they hit the palace wall. Up, following the glittering reflection of the fountain water against the red stone walls, until he caught sight of the moon. The shutters were open to invite in a desert breeze, a trail of wisteria and jasmine flowers clung to the borders of the window, framing a sweet, angelic vision of Ai. She wore no veil on her head but simple silver strands of jewellery glittered on her collarbone. Usually the courtesan dressed quite modestly, her shoulders and décolletage covered but hugged suggestively by the expensive silks she wore. But today, in the relentless heat, she opted for a white blouse with straps, no sleeves, a matching white skirt that ended below her knees. Perhaps she thought she would not be seen in her casual clothing, but with her dark shimmering waves of hair, pink full lips and sparkling blue eyes, it was difficult not to notice her.The vision of her stopped all work in the gardens, halted politicians in their conversations, arrested all those who dared to look up at her. There was a delicate frown on her face as she pushed her hair over one shoulder, she was staring down at a notebook in her hands, writing something with great concentration."Ahem," Gaara cleared his throat purposefully to alert everyone in the garden to their surroundings. A small flare of jealousy and pride ignited in the Kazekage's chest; did they not know who they were looking at? Were they not aware that the girl writing in the window belonged to him?Immediately, as though time were set into motion again, the inhabitants of the garden began to move, going about their business as if nothing had happened. Matsuri lingered on Ai a little longer; she was so pretty, so delicate, like a moonbeam trapped on earth. No wonder the Kazekage had taken to a girl like her; they were similar in their beauty and equally commanding in their presence. With a heavy heart, she turned back to her teacher and blinked around the garden as she realised he was no longer there.Gaara pushed open the door to his bedroom slowly, grateful for the shade of the indoors. The gardens had been sweltering, at least here there was some refuge from the heat. Entering his room, he spied Ai sat on the daybed that lined one of the windows. She had propped her notebook on the windowsill and had placed the tip of her pen against her lips as she contemplated what to write."Hello, Kazekage," she sang out absentmindedly as Gaara removed his Kazekage robe and hat, hanging them on a nearby chair."You are distracting passersby," he said softly, though the growl of jealousy did not go unnoticed by the dancer.Ai turned to Gaara like she knew what it would do to him. Her long dark hair fell away from her shoulder, the white of her clothing bringing out her colours that he had grown to associate with nights of losing himself to her; black, blue, red…all enticing him from her spot by the window. Her clothes were far more revealing than he had known her to wear; she was dressed like a village girl in the summer, the kind Gaara had noticed when he was younger but forced himself to stay away from."Should I apologise?" She said softly, biting her lip gently. She was accompanied by the sound of songbirds in the garden below, with a gentle, teasing breeze from the garden. Ai smirked as Gaara said nothing, he came to sit opposite her on the daybed."What are you writing?" He asked, trying to snatch her book away from her but Ai held it to her chest with a knowing smile."Poetry," she answered, watching Gaara sit back against the window, his blood red hair ruffling in the breeze, closing his eyes in the peace the cool wind brought him. "I have had hardly any time to write since…" Her voice trailed away and Gaara opened his eyes, wondering why she had become quiet."Since I returned?" She nodded as he spoke. It had been a month since Gaara had overcome death, since their relationship had become public knowledge. Ai had taken on the role of unofficial partner to the Kazekage and her life had seen many changes she had not anticipated. She was called upon by villagers and politicians alike for her views and suggestions on village matters that did not come under the Kazekage's remit. Her entire morning had been taken up by advising the palace library on their collections. It was fun, she had to admit, seeing copies of works she had only ever heard about. The librarians allowed her to read anything she wanted to. But that dancing girl was used to having breakfast for hours, lounging in the gardens reading poetry and being called to sing in the nighttime. The role of a public figure was not something she had ever considered. "Ai?" The voice of her beloved brought Ai out of her reverie. Glancing up at Gaara, her heart aching a little at the look of concern on his face, she shrugged gently."I have been asked to oversee the prayer ceremonies for the festival next week, to review the seals written by the chounin at the academy, to write to the neighbouring kingdoms…what do I know about any of these matters?" She bit her lip in worry and looked up at Gaara, "I feel a little…overwhelmed." Before Gaara could offer any kindness, she sighed dramatically and fell backwards onto the daybed, her dark hair fanning out around her, spilling over the side of the bed onto the floor. "And it's too hot to think!" Ai exclaimed and released her notebook from her grip, wincing at the sound of it tumbling to the floor. The Kazekage smiled down at her, unbuttoning the topmost button of his dark red cloak."You are right," he said suddenly, pulling his collar away from his neck, "it is too hot to think-""Let us run away to where it rains!" Ai cried out, laughing at her own penchant for dramatics. "Let us search for a little relief." Her lips began to curve as she stared up at Gaara. He suddenly felt the pain of thirst in his throat as he noticed the sheen of sparkling sweat along her collarbone. The Kazekage could feel the heat of her blood in the air. Turning to her, Gaara licked his lips and it his hands on her ankles."Let your tempest bring the rain for you, beautiful one," the Kazekage whispered. Ai jumped as the window shutters began to close, sand sealing up the window to offer the Gaara and his courtesan some privacy from prying eyes. Gaara reached under her skirt and hooked his fingers around her underwear, Ai lifted her hips to let her lover remove them completely. Pulling her left leg straight and pushing her right leg up, hitching it over his shoulder, Gaara lifted her skirt up past her hips. "Let me be your relief." As the windows closed around the room, an eerie gold glow was all that was left as a little sunlight trickled in through the gaps in the shutters. Ai tilted her head to the side to take in the sight of Gaara in that golden light; he looked beautiful, his eyes sparkling, as he licked his lips in anticipation of tasting her."Oh," a delicate sound parted from Ai's lips as Gaara kissed her womanhood softly, so softly in fact that in the heat, in the wetness of his pout, she felt thirst for him like an ache. But the way Gaara licked her, kissed her, turned his head to her soft thigh and bit her, was different from the way he usually tortured her. "Oh," such sweet, soft sounds she made in the darkness at the feel of Gaara's full lips and tongue searching for where she was in need of him. Usually when Gaara tasted her, her body would begin to coil up with tension, waiting for him to release her, making her beg for relief. But this time, in the heat, in the stress of her day, Ai was completely relaxed. No tension ran through her, her legs fell apart from him easily, she angled herself up to him with no hint of frustration. "Oh," Ai murmured from somewhere in the golden glow of the room.She could feel what Gaara was stirring, was beckoning out of her gently, like a tickle, like a soft stroke until she came. She felt it in her right leg that was dangling over his shoulder. Ai's toes curled up against his back, her breathing was deep, her quiet moaning matching the rhythm in which the Kazekage licked her. His hands were grasping his favourite part of her; the soft handful of flesh around her hips, the perfect fit for his hands, something he could hold on to and pull her apart a little more, allowing him to kiss her a little deeper. Ai could feel it, stirring inside her, deep, waiting to be drawn out by Gaara's tongue and lips. It was right there, trembling up her leg, tightening her stomach, she was going to come so gently against his mouth."Kiss me," she breathed and hearing that tone of begging, of pleading, made Gaara moan into her as he kissed her deeply. "Ah," it was enough to send her over the edge. She could feel herself flutter as she came, grabbing a handful of Gaara's dark hair, gasping as gentle waves of pleasure rippled through her. Her hips shuddered a little as the Kazekage moved away from her. Above her, he removed his clothes, feeling the relief of the dark room against his heated skin, sighing in thanks for the cooling shade the two found themselves in.As he lifted his shirt over his head he looked down to find Ai completely naked, her eyes sparkling, her lips trembling for a little water in the heat. She would have to settle for the taste of herself in Gaara's mouth. He leant down to kiss her, deeply, both sighing in the heat, feeling the different sensation of their skin warmer than usual, a little wet and slick from the sweat."Ai," Gaara murmured her name in annoyance as she pushed him away gently, "don't deny me." He growled and watched her smile before she licked the tip of her index finger, and then dipped it into her mouth. He watched with a very thin hold on his control as Ai wet her finger and popped it out of her mouth. She reached down for his dick and Gaara shuddered as she placed her wet finger against his shaft and traced along his dick up to its tip. He closed his eyes and nodded at her encouragingly. With her other hand Ai reached down to her womanhood, wet her fingertips and grasped Gaara's dick with both her hands."Ai," what was he even asking her for again? He had forgotten, he could only feel her working him with her hands. The wetness of her palms feeling cool in the heat of the desert, Gaara began to shudder into her hands, fucking her back gently, his head hanging, falling close to her lips. Ai reached out with her tongue and traced the outline of his lips. The sensation of it woke him back up. In the darkness, his light eyes looked down at Ai with such intense lust she gasped, half begging for him to take her in his hands and use her. "Ai," he pleaded with her, "let's fuck.""Oh," a small sound of weak pain left her mouth as Ai released her hands from him. She grasped his strong arms and pouted at him, "until it hurts?" Her request elicited a choked, broken sound from the Kazekage as he leant down to kiss her. His mouth opened."Always," he promised her and bit her bottom lip. "Ai!" He shouted with impatience as she pushed him away again, just as he had positioned himself on top of her. The heat of their skin touching made his blood boil. How dare she make him wait any longer!"It's too hot like this," her blue eyes sparkled as she pleaded with him but she knew, from the dangerous look in his eye, from his deep breathing as he tried to remain in control, that she had kept him waiting too long. He stood from the daybed and sighed in frustration."Fine!" He growled at her, picking her up by her wrist and forcing her onto the floor. Ai smiled through the violence, eagerly anticipating her comeuppance. She slinked down onto her knees and elbows, aware of how to move her body, how to arch herself so her waist looked small and breakable to the man who was desperate to fuck her until she broke. He forced her face into the carpet by pushing on her back, he was on one knee behind her, his other foot steadying himself on the floor. He was licking his lips, she was trembling as she felt her wetness slipping down her thighs, so eager to please him, so ready to take it. Her dark hair fanned around her on the floor, she presented her rear to him teasingly. Grabbing a handful of his favourite part of her, Gaara did not even need to guide his dick inside of her. As he pushed his hips towards her, his dick found her to be so wet that he slipped inside her with no resistance."Ah!" Ai moved further into the floor, moved her hips closer towards him as though Gaara were the only salvation in the summer heat. They could feel the thirst as a pain in the back of their throats, the sweat was building up in the added heat between them. the Kazekage tilted his head back as he felt her warmer than usual, wetter than usual, offering nothing but a welcome to his thick, pulsing cock. He slipped in and out of her, feeling her tighten every time he pushed up inside of her. He needed to get deeper, he needed to reach that place that made her beg, made her scream, made the whore inside of Ai come out.Gaara reached around her, feeling through for that spot that would unravel her. "Gaara!" She whimpered his name, her legs began to tremble, as the Kazekage owned her, defiled her, completely used her for his own satisfaction. She began to beg, moan his name, look over her shoulder at him as though he were the reason for her pain and her pleasure all at once. "It hurts," he heard her whisper in ecstasy. What was it about this that she loved? What crazed, tortured state of euphoria did they both push each other into? He fucked her hard, torturing her with his fingers, bruising her hips with his hands, forcing himself inside of her as far as he could go."Ai!" He grunted her name in satisfaction."Kazekage" she teased him, a small smile playing on her lips before he watched her face change; her brow furrowed as though she were in pain, she bit her lip in worry as she felt herself begin to pulse around his dick."Ah!" He felt himself lose control as she tightened around him, giving him that extra friction that pushed him completely over the edge. Gaara clamped his eyes shut and pushed himself deep inside her as the waves of his orgasm consumed him.

I feel like I nailed it with this one.

What do you think, reader? I'll give you a few minutes to recover, no worries.

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is there an audience out there for another SasukexAi lemon?I think I underestimated the power of that pairing and I really want to get back into the swing of writing the romance of RTK.would anyone like to see an extra SasukexAi lemon? Let me know