Victory of Another Kind

I-cHaN: Yeah, I know I haven't been on in a LONG time, but my internet got cut off so I couldn't get on. Then I started school and...Yeah won't get into that -.-;
Well anyway, here is my apology smut for being distant for the past few months ^^ ENJOY!


.........~Victory of Another Kind~...........

Smirking, the Uchiha listened to the deafening silence around him. The people in the stands above were too stunned to say anything or even cheer him on for his accomplishment in defeating the Sand ninja. They were quiet for the first time since he had set foot into the stadium.

He hadn't expected that penetrating the 'Ultimate Defense' would have been so easy to do. The Chidori had been more powerful then he had thought it would be, his concentration and speed feeding the ball of energy now dying down inside the hollow interior of the large egg-like shield that encased his enemy. Feeling no movement from within, he let the energy in the palm of his hand disintigrate completely and he drew his arm out, some of the cracked sand wall pooling at his feet.

A sharp, painful tug on his elbow stopped his movement completely and he was pulled from his thoughts as he gripped his forearm in an attempt to free himself from the shield.

A large, purple-veined arm of sand latched onto him with a bruising force and the shield opened up, but not completely. Only wide enough for him to see a darkened figure within, glaring at him with a gaze far more deadly than the arm pulling him in towards it's owner.

Sand surrounded him, and he felt his arms being pinned above his head in what felt like solid shackles of sand. The bandages on his arms were ripped away, leaveing him to thrash violently against the wall of sand behind him, not knowing what had caused the sudden action. He saw nothing, but felt a presence infront of him and he kicked blindly at it, his efforts futile as hands came down around his ankles and they too were sealed in sand, as if set in stone and level with his waist.

Clawed fingers drew his headband from his forehead, a finger grazeing his bottom lip and drawing blood as his dark bangs framed his frightened face.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

Enjoying the fear in his prey's voice, Gaara undid the strap around his shoulder that held his gourd up and let it fall soundlessly onto the sand beneath him. Gripping the slender waist before him, he drew his hands forward slowly and grinned smugly as he heard the black fabric of Sasuke's clothing rip, the Uchiha whincing as his claws left a trail of blood to travel down his waist and drip down to the sand.

"I'm having fun."

Bringing down the collar of the Uchiha's shirt, he settled between the boy's legs and lapped at the spot just between his neck and shoulder. Hearing scant breathe in his ear, he bit down onto the flesh and sucked away the light sheene of blood that his enlargened canines drew.

"Is this you're idea of fun?!"

Pushing his hardening member into the Uchiha's, he chuckled as he drew a strangled sob from the boy's throat.

"Don't tell me you're a virgin? With all the men and women practically throwing themselves at you, you must have atleast three bedmates a night."

Hot, involuntary tears spilled over the boy's cheeks and he gasped for air as he found himself suddenly breatheless as his shorts and underwear were torn from him in the blink of an eye. Shreds of the fabric hung from his thighs deliciously and the red head licked his lips.

Trailing his tongue down the dark haired boy's chest, he stopped when he reached his navel and dipped his tongue into the small crevice, idily drawing circles around it. Bringing a hand up to the boy's thighs, he stroked them up and down, feeling them quiver under his touch as Sasuke's breathing turn into pants.

"Enjoying it?"

Glaring down at the red head, he spat at him, satisfied when the saliva landed on his cheek.

"Fuck you!"

Wiping his cheek on his shoulder, the boy stood straight and fisted his hand in dark locks, reveling at how soft they were. Bringing the face forward, he forced their lips to meet and plunged his tongue within the hot cavern of the smaller's mouth. Exploring the wet sweetness that tasted of pure sugar, despite the obvious fact that the boy must detest sweets, and the metal taste of blood,Gaara left his mouth reluctantly, leaving a trail of saliva to run down the side of the boy's mouth.

Smirking, he gathering the liquid with his middle finger, and crouched back down between his legs, slowly massageing his rear with experienced fervor.

Spreading Sasuke's pale cheeks apart, he placed his finger at the boy's entrance and thrust in with one swift motion.

Hearing the boy groan above him, he looked up to see his cock reacting to the sensations he was causeing. Watching as pre-cum slid down the sensitive head, he moved the finger inside of Sasuke's tight entrance up and down and slowly added another. Scissoring him and preparing him for what he had in store.

"Stop..."

The raven-hair begged uselessly, curseing his body for reacting to the erotic touches the way it did. Twisting in his restraints, he burried his face in his shoulder as he felt another finger join the one in his rear. He wanted nothing more than to thrust down onto the hand, but he reminded himself of the situation he was in and how inapropriate that would be.

"Why should I? You're obviously enjoying it."

Curseing himself for whimpering when the fingers left his entrance and silence reined, Sasuke looked up to see Gaara standing and unzipping his pants.

Becoming filled with fear at what was inevitably going to happen, Sasuke's sobbing grew louder and he bit his lip as Gaara's cock was positioned at his entrance. Feeling the head stretch him as it entered, he cried out at the insane ammount of pleasure it caused and half-cursed the pause Gaara took in letting his insides adjust.

"Why...Why are you doing this?"

Smirking, Gaara thrust inside Sasuke's tight entrance and closed his eyes in pleasure as the motion caused Sasuke to scream in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. The Uchiha was definately going to become a masochist when he got older.

"Because I can...And because I want to. I've always wanted to fuck you since the day I met you. You are the heartthrob of this village, and I'd love to see the look on that pink thing's face when she finds out that I've deflowered her one true love."

Finding his voice, Sasuke looked up at Gaara.

"And you had to choose NOW of all times to do it? You're a bastard, and you do know you'll never become a chunin at this rate."

Gaara laughed, low and bitterly at the remark.

"I don't give a rat's ass about becoming chunin. I could care less about such frivolous things like that."

He emphasized his point with another deep thrust, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in and hitting Sasuke's prostate.

"AHH!"

The Uchiha screamed, a new wave of pleasure washing over him as Gaara set a steady pace, hitting his sweet spot each time he thrust in.

"Besides, as if they would actually let someone like me grow in rank and become stronger knowing what I have inside me?"

Sasuke looked up at him, baffeled.

"What do you mean?" he asked, just before he screamed again as Gaara thrust in harder.

Smirking, Gaara locked his onyx orbs in a gaze as his eyes began to change color.

"I have a demon inside of me, much like your friend harbours the Kyuubi. Though mine is different and only comes out when my bloodlust overcomes me."

Thrusting in faster, Gaara brought a hand down to Sasuke's leaking erection and pumped it in synch with his movements. Hearing Sasuke pant, he could tell the boy wouldn't last much longer.

"So what's it feel like? Being fucked by a monster?"

Sasuske didn't have time to answear as his body told him he couldn't take the minstruations any longer.

"AHHHH!"

Feeling Sasuke's insides tighten around him, Gaara leaned forward and bit down upon the boy's neck , removing his hand from his member and letting the boy's hot seed spill over his pale stomach and soak into what was left of the Uchiha's shirt.

Finding his own release soon after, Gaara pulled out of Sasuke's now slick entrance, putting his clothing back on and tying his gourd securely around his neck.

Waveing his hand once, the sand binding Sasuke turned limp and he slid soundlessly to the ground in a hunched over ball.

"Bastard..." was the only thing he managed to say before falling unconscious onto the sand beside him.

Smirking down at the boy, Gaara let down the walls of his shield, just before slipping a fragment of the boy's shirt over his bare thighs.

"Yeah. I know."

The audience, which had become outraged when their entertainment had been cut off so abruptly, went silent once again.

No one dared move. Neither did they notice the red-haired Sand ninja exiting the stadium, his hunger satiated, for all their eyes were glued onto the broken and used figure of the Uchiha, the very last one of Konoha, sobbing naked in his sleep as his team rushed onto the field to his aid.

...........End............


I-cHan: Welp? How was it? Hawt, I know XD
Well there is your, my faithful fan's, apology smut. It was stuck in my head for a LONG time, so I thought I'd get it out in the open for critcism ^^
As soon as my writers block goes away, I'll add more to my other stories XP