Warning: This story includes yaoi
Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me; it belongs to the genius Masashi Kishimoto
Pairing: GaaSasu
Bloodlust
Sasuke cried out in pain, as a set of sharp teeth dug into his tender neck, imitating the actions of a blood thirsty vampire.
A beat of silence as the redhead stared at the enticing red beads, before swiping them away with his warm tongue, the familiar light taste of copper and something salty filling his mouth, overridden by something more powerful and unexplainable. The unique taste could only be described as 'Sasuke'.
Repeating the process, Gaara once again dug his teeth into the same spot of flesh, barely an inch above the raven's curse seal mark. The red liquid came faster and tasted slightly bitter—the way Gaara liked it—the closer he came to the curse seal, for the skin was most sensitive around the black stain. He knew it must hurt the boy—it was obvious by his frequent outcries, though sometimes sounding more pleasured than in pain—but it was as though he couldn't control himself; it was far more addicting than nicotine. He knew the raven would forgive him anyway—he always did.
Sasuke wasn't sure when Gaara's bloodlust started, perhaps during the Chuunin exams when he, for the first time, felt pain and saw his own blood. The raven was especially unsure as to why it was his blood in particular that Gaara craved, but silently thanked Kami that the redhead seemed to prefer his to any others'.
As Gaara dug his teeth into the spot a third time, Sasuke let out the loudest scream yet. It was a mixture of pain and lust, ache and pleasure. Sasuke's scream was like an aphrodisiac for Gaara, which was probably the reason he kept on coming back. Gaara didn't love anyone but himself, his eyes hollow an empty. Only the scarlet substance—only this boy's scarlet substance—seeming to wake him from his stupor.
Sasuke knew it would leave a scar—how many had he received in just this week? He'd have to visit Tsunade soon, which was certainly not his favorite activity, her know-it-all smirk often leaving Sasuke in a rather pissed off mood. Although Sasuke would never admit it out loud, he was very grateful for the fact that Konoha's Hokage was, in her prior years, an excellent medical nin. With the blonde's efforts, the deep scars would disappear, only to have, not even a month later, another dozen or so appear rapidly. Sasuke ignored the pain though, preferring to see it as Gaara's way of showing Sasuke how much he missed him while he was in Suna.
Licking his pale pink lips, Gaara bit down on the raven's skin one again. Screaming out for a fourth time, Sasuke dug his nails into the mattress before entering a lip lock with the redhead in attempt to distract himself from the sting. It hurt like hell, yet Sasuke put up with it, because, for that moment, he was Gaara's most precious person.
Author's Note: Just a short drabble I wrote to distract myself from my never diminishing pile of homework. This was based on the song 'Pain' by Three Days Grace—I don't know why, but I always though that, if Gaara and Sasuke were ever in a relationship, this song would describe it perfectly. Please make my day and review!!
-Ardeur