Previously-

"Keep going." I took a short breath and set out about removing my pants.

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Now-

---Naruto---

I sat on the ground watchin Gaara slowly take off his clothes. It was very.... Well, Appealing. I hope that was the right word for it. Either way, I could feel my member gettin hard just from watching him strip. I seriously just freakin jacked off to! It's a good thing Gaara is focusing on what he is doing. I don't think he's noticed that I got hard again lookin at him. After tellin him to do it properly, he really did a good job on well, doin the brothel style strip down. I think. Honestly I haven't really ever gone to a Brothel before so I wouldn't know. But I like the way he's doing it now. Doesn't this mean that he's been to a brothel though? If he knows how to strip like one he must have been a frequent visitor. I don't like that idea. He was pulling his pants down and I watched as red hair began to poke out from the line of his pants. My body move on instinct and before He was able to finish pulling them down even to his knees as I was there. I don't know where this aggressiveness came from.

That's a lie.

I do know.

I'm angry. I'm upset. I'm frustrated. And im horny. I want his mother-fucking attention and I want it now! I wrapped my arms around him and yanked him forward my mouth latching onto his member like I was an infant suckin on its moms teat. I want him, dammit.

I want him To want me.

He shook, and I felt the rough fabric of his pants on my chest as I hugged his legs close to me and his hand gripped hair, as he tried to stay upright and keep from falling over. He is so fuckin confusing!

I let my teeth run along on his skin and I felt him shudder. I felt a sense of satisfaction at that. His, shudder. It's either pleasure or displeasure. I'm not sure which, but at least I got a freakin reaction from him.

This whole silent treatment as he weans me from blood is not going to stand.

I'm tired of it.

Im sick and tired of not knowing if he is coming back,

or If he loves me.

I'm going to push him so hard he is going to have to give me an answer. I pulled back and looked up at him. I reached for his wrist and yank him back down the ground. Sure I was gunna have him strip but it looks like between my anger and my patience, anger won.

Really not that surprising.

He landed with a thud and pulled myself over top of him.

Gaara, I going to push you into a corner, I'm going to trap you in anyway I can.

I will make you look at me.

After all, it I your fault. Changing me to a point I can barely recognize myself anymore. This is really all your fault. So look at me, god dammit!

---Gaara---

I am a mess. This is a mess. His blue eyes were focused on me as he crawled over top if me, light with fiery sort of light. I was struck with a distinct feeling of anger from them. Everything is rough now. Simplicity took her leave and now it's fire, anger, and other emotions that can not or should not be expressed. Oppression has come for a visit. His hands grabbed my hair and and my wrist and pinned me under him. Such changes. My mind was struck with thoughts of how it used to be. He kissed me. Shoving his tongue into my mouth, and biting at my lips. My mind thought of quieter times.

His hands pulling at my hair and keeping my arms pinned.

Again, I thought of gentler times. I had made a vow though. A vow that I will not forget. I never really promised anything before. That time replayed behind my closed eyes lids as I let Naruto do with what he so desired with my body.

We were taking a bath, in that grand bathtub at the church. I had gently lifted Naruto out of the water, sitting him on the side before I reached for his foot. Kissing ones foot had always been a signed of servitude and loyalty. So lifting his foot I did exactly that. I kissed it, gently and lovingly before I spoke my vow aloud. Promising him. I vowed to give him my eternity, as I can not give my life, I would give him everything I have, even my heart. I vowed to be his servant. He called me an idiot afterwards if I recall correctly.

Living this long does tend leave memory gaps. It would make for an awkward social life. That is, if I had one. I cracked an eyes open, and a blurry image of Naruto greeted my. Since when, did he become so strong? I was always stronger. At least, that is of course until.... I see. So now he is stronger. A losing battle. It fits him I suppose. A shudder rippled through as i felt his teeth dig into my shoulder, ripping at my flesh. Well, his control has improved. My eyes found the moon shining high in the sky above as he drank and tore and kissed my shoulder. I wonder, if I were normal how would I feel right now?

Violated perhaps?

I suppose.... frightened at the aspect of having a person on top if you who is currently ripping at your flesh? Pain. They would feel pain. Love? No, I do not believe a 'normal' person would feel loved. Ah. I truly am a twisted creature. I lifted a hand and let it rise to find his back. It rested there. It did not encourage him. It did not push him away. It merely accepted him, for what he was doing. My beautiful sun, how dearly I care for you. To the point of warping myself beyond recognition. If it's what you wish, so shall it be. You loyal servant shall make it so. As Long as you are near, I will endure anything. My other arms came up and wrapped around him, as if I was hugging him. Maybe I was. I let my eyes close. Does it matter either way? A soft sigh sounded. It was tired, and exhaustive. I wonder.... Whose sigh was it that spilled from lips and floated away on the nonexistent breeze?

Well. It doesn't matter either way.

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