Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Though The Devil May Take Me ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Orochimaru wrapped his arms around Gaara from behind so that his wrists crossed over the Sand ninja’s chest, and leaned forward ever so slightly. He tilted his head to the side so that he could see Gaara’s face in the light from the fire.
Ah, so powerful, so young, he mused. Were it that I could only...But could I? The set of his eyes changed minisculely.
He turned his head away and rested his chin upon Gaara’s shoulder in order to speculate in greater comfort. Orochimaru took a sidelong glance at the other’s dispassionate stare.
He is blank. He thinks and feels nothing more than the most basic of thoughts. But somewhere, hidden inside, there is that which knows all that goes on around him. Could I affect this? Could I affect this part of him?
Orochimaru shifted his head so that his cheek lay against Gaara’s. He raised his hand and held two fingers to the center of Gaara’s forehead before running his hand slowly over his hair until he cupped the jaw and the back of his head in his open hand. With a slow twist of his wrist, Orochimaru turned Gaara’s face towards him. He looked searchingly into Gaara’s eyes. There! Was that a flicker in the depths of his eyes?
Orochimaru tilted his head to the side and regarded Gaara pensively.
Then, with agonizing slowness, kissed him full on the lips before pulling back. And then with more vigor, he placed his entire mouth over Gaara’s, a hand on each side of his head, pulling him closer and sucking with hard pulls upon Gaara’s soft mouth.
Orochimaru relinquished with a sigh, but paused as his gaze traveled over Gaara’s face. There was something...Something about his eyes...
Orochimaru came around to sit on Gaara’s knees, facing him, his own spread to either side. He wrapped one arm around Gaara’s neck and the other around his back.
“Gaara....” he murmured. “Gaara....It is a great sadness to me....Your silence.” With this, he snuggled up close to Gaara’s chest before running his tongue over the edges of Gaara’s face. It slithered, first over one cheek, over his brow, and then onto the other before teasing caressingly at the angles of his mouth. It’s thick, moist length curling under his chin as it’s tip probed at the space between Gaara’s lips as molten firelight cast a dim flickering glow about the room.
As if answering an invitation, they parted to let Orochimaru’s searching tongue enter as Gaara awoke.
Orochimaru started for a moment as Gaara encircled him in his arms.
Almost as if teasing him for his hesitation, Gaara loosened the knot in Orochimaru’s striped belt and slid his hands up beneath his shirt; running them tauntingly up the crease of Orochimaru’s spine.
Orochimaru shuddered in response to Gaara’s ministrations. He filled Gaara’s warm mouth with his tongue, only to feel Gaara suckle upon it.
Beneath him, Orochimaru felt a slight stirring that elicited a like reaction in himself.
Gaara’s hands moved down to the small of Orochimaru’s back and kneaded the hard muscle there. His grasping fingers sent thrills of delectable fire rippling through Orochimaru’s loins. Orochimaru gasped as Gaara released his tongue and bit down hard on his shoulder. Orochimaru rolled his head back and reveled in the sensation of his bruising flesh before snaking his head around to look deviously at the youth in his arms. He wanted to feel the strong beating of Gaara’s heart.
Orochimaru brought his arm down from around Gaara’s neck and laid his palm upon the front of the other’s tunic; feeling the smooth stomach and the pulsing chest beneath before tearing the fabric along its length. His slender hand pinched and sharply twisted one of Gaara’s nipples in it’s firm grasp.
The other countered by sinking his sharp teeth further into Orochimaru’s shoulder, then raking his nails up his lover’s back.
Orochimaru stiffened with a jolt and cried out in surprise as the fire of excitement rushed down to awaken a profound passion within him. He quivered with sensation and a hunger begging to be quenched. The hunger pulsed within him. He could feel his organ bulging against the cloth of his pants. It wanted to be set free like some crazed beast.
He forced his chest up against Gaara’s in a fit of craving; his fingers bit into Gaara’s soft sides as he knocked him back onto the center of the satin-draped bed.
Orochimaru sat back on his heels for a moment with the other spread-eagled beneath him. He looked down upon Gaara with animal desire flaring from his slit-pupiled eyes. Then, he lunged forward and completely ripped off Gaara’s tunic, and then pants, with his teeth.
Gaara was astounded for a second as he was so crudely tumbled onto the bed and disrobed, but quickly came back to himself as Orochimaru began to graze his teeth up and down along his breastbone; biting and nipping the silky flesh of Gaara’s chest between them. Orochimaru lowered himself to lay on Gaara as he focused his attention on one of Gaara’s hardened, pink nipples.
Gaara whimpered as Orochimaru laid upon him and further aroused his desire with his suckling and biting. Orochimaru’s hand slid down to caress the base of Gaara’s thick, dripping cock. His clever fingers pinched at the tender skin; tracing circles nimbly around it and fondling his sensitive balls.
Gaara’s hard organ pulsed with a want that went unsatisfied. His body ached with it. He sat up, bringing Orochimaru’s head up with him.
“I cannot....bear this....any longer....” he gasped as he looked into Orochimaru‘s golden eyes. “Take me!” With this, he tugged at Orochimaru’s shirt in a pleading fashion, trying to remove it.
Orochimaru sat up and tore off the offending piece of material, and then struggled to pull his pants off over his throbbing arousal. Gaara grasped either side of them in his hands and rent the dark fabric apart in his haste.
“Give it....to me!” he demanded. “Prove the....existence....of this....to....me!” Gaara’s eyes glinted dangerously and his face had the look of a starving man who had seen food and wanted it.

Orochimaru closed his eyes partially and basked in the warm pleasure that wracked through him. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. It ran through his veins with a pounding fire that burned hotly. It was almost impossible to think through it’s raging surges, but he could.
First and foremost, he wanted to take Gaara and truly make him his own.
Gaara looked up and gazed at him with his hungry green eyes as he reached for Orochimaru again, but Orochimaru lifted him by the arms and held him to his muscular chest. His long, black hair drifted about his shoulders like a cloud of dark mist and floated above Gaara‘s head.
“You want me so badly, yet you would please me first.” Orochimaru whispered in his husky voice. Gaara twisted and writhed in his arms like some mad beast. But, Orochimaru held him there, his hair draping over Gaara’s shoulders as he brought his head forward to breathe upon his neck, taking in his scent. The smell of him was of desert sage and cacti blossoms. It reminded one of vast stretches of sun baked sand and of golden rays of sunshine.

Gaara could not stand this being restrained. He loved it, craved it even, but he did not want it now. He wanted the rampant fire inside of him sated before he burned up. His body was almost unbearably warm and his breath came in great, heaving gasps. He didn’t want to be held, he wanted to be hurt, to feel pain.

Orochimaru pressed his cool cheek against Gaara’s hot skin; listened to his panting breath and ardent struggles. He could feel Gaara’s suffering and it pleased him greatly, but strangely, he wanted to ease it. He felt Gaara’s need for him and was drawn towards it‘s blazing intensity.
“What is it you want so bad? What is it you want from me that makes your body quiver so? Is it that which I have felt for so long it has made me cold?” he questioned, his eyes ghosting shut.
And as if he had summoned it with his words, it rose from its deep slumber to be awake in him once more. His eyes opened in astounded wonderment and he knew what it was that Gaara needed so.
Orochimaru quieted Gaara’s struggles with a hushed whisper and a soft kiss.
“I know what you crave. It is unexplainable. I have never tried to feel this need but I know it’s face. Let me take you and claim you and I can take it all away. And you can do the same for me. After all, what is this union that grows between us but something that is shared?” He purred deep within his throat and stroked Gaara’s disheveled hair.
Orochimaru lifted his head and gazed deeply into Gaara’s sea green eyes. He saw a look of shocked understanding upon his face. Had he felt it too? Is this what has made him so cold? The inability to satisfy or fulfill the beast inside of him...Could it be that in Gaara, I am not alone? He wanted to know...
“We have always been so alone...even with others. They were not the ones for us...” he murmured. Gaara’s eyes widened in a look of, not exactly disbelief, nor quite wonder, but one of awed understanding and profundity so profound as to leave him awestruck. There could be no question that he had lived with this need to be together in this apartness since the first of his life that memory could recall...They were...

Together...Gaara wrapped his arms around Orochimaru‘s broad torso, even as the other did to him. There was a name to this fire now, as both of them now saw, that was deeper than simply being together. It was...love...Gaara felt some deep wound inside himself that had ached for so long he had forgotten its presence, begin to heal.
For a moment, his thoughts flashed back to a time when he was small, a time when Yashamaru had once said the one thing that could truly end your pain...is love.

Love...Orochimaru understood what this meant to him, and yet he didn’t. How could I love? It was unnatural, impossible, but it had happened; was happening and would continue to do so. And yet...it felt so right. But it was so wrong...Would I then have to love everybody? He looked down at Gaara‘s form wrapped tight around his breast. No, he thought. My love is bound to him, and only him. Not to anybody else.
Orochimaru leaned forward to leave a trail of tender kisses along the length of Gaara’s arm. He raised Gaara’s arm to continue his trail of kisses on it’s underside. The path his succulent caresses led him was one to Gaara’s milky skinned chest.
The fire still burned within them, but now that it was named, it was no longer in such a hurry to be quenched. With the need no longer burning so strongly in them, there was no longer a need to be so rough. In fact, there was all the more reason to be tender.
The pointed tip of Orochimaru’s long tongue slowly wound in ever smaller circles until it finally came to rest upon one of Gaara’s small, tender nipples.

Meanwhile, Gaara leaned into the caresses, his pale skin flushing as his eyelids drifted at half-mast . He had never been treated this way before. Never had anyone looked at him this way. Never had anyone touched him in this way; the tender care absent of fear. He reveled in its gentle glow. He somehow knew that, no matter what words came between them nor what anger they may experience, he could never truly hate this man. Neither could he ever forget him. And somehow, even though he knew that the other would probably never admit it, he knew that Orochimaru felt the same way. This knowledge electrified him.

Deep inside, Orochimaru was rather discomfited by all this. He had had opened a new part of himself that he could never get rid of. It was so unlike anything he would have chosen for himself. And yet, he couldn’t picture ever ridding himself of it. Maybe it won’t be so bad, he thought. I could get used to this; the lazy desire that floated through him, the warmth of having Gaara’s welcoming presence beside him and of not being alone on cold nights. Already, he was seeing how this would change the future.
Orochimaru rolled Gaara over on the massive bed and straddled his dazed form.

Gaara arched his back as Orochimaru’s delectably sensitive, smooth hands teased his skin with their soft touch. He was ready for whatever would happen next, be it pleasure or pain. His body’s receptors could only feel pleasure now, no matter what pain he experienced.

Orochimaru pressed his firm arousal against Gaara‘s ass. The other, my love, he thought, seemed to take this as a prompt to position himself as an easier target. Orochimaru smiled softly. He does not care what happens now, he thought. He will let me do anything to him in this state. I could take more, but for now, I will only take what is offered.
Orochimaru laid one white palm face down upon the small of Gaara’s back, then laid the other atop it. Using this, he slowly pulled Gaara down onto him. He heard Gaara gasp in startlement, although if it was with pleasure or discomfort, he did not know, for Gaara gave no other sign to go by. The feeling was quite exquisite and he could feel Gaara moving with him, sighing with pleasure and giving little groans of satisfaction as Orochimaru’s clever hands worked his thrusting flesh.
Orochimaru began to move slightly faster as he rose to the height of his passion with a long, shuddering moan and an explosion of hot, wetness that left him drained. He slumped against Gaara and they both toppled over to lay exhausted among emerald satin covers.
After several long moments, Gaara whispered to him in a sleepy voice, “I am yours...”
Even as Gaara slid into slumber, Orochimaru replied, “And I yours.” He wrapped his arms around his fine young lover, laying his head upon his shoulder and sighed with contentment as his vision blurred and sleep took him away.