Urges.

This is something that's been on my mind for a little over a week, I'm not sure how this will turn out but I hope that those of you who read my fics enjoy this. As always please leave a review, if I get enough positive feedback I will continue this into more chapters. 

Gaara heard a knock on the door and groaned frustratingly while he bit his lip, his sister's voice coming from the other side. He was forbidden from seeing Temari, a punishment for molesting his sister. He was told it didn't matter that Temari appeared to like it, that he was a monster for touching her in such a disgusting manner, and he believed it. But still the memory of it made him grasp at his crotch. He was getting hard again and he pushed his palms down to keep his pants flat. His father had caged him that would keep him from showing whenever he got like this. Of course he had never worn them. It only made him hurt when he got like this.

"Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel. Conceal don't.... unnnngggh...." soft groans escaped from Gaara's young lips while he repeated the mantra that his father taught him. He was so sensitive even this hateful touch felt wonderful. "Go away, Temari." he shouted out with his hand slid under his pants, his delicate fingers wrapped around his uncovered shaft, he couldn't control himself after all he never could. He pictured Temari's gentle lips and tongue wrapped around his shaft, making his penis feel so good. In his mind, in his memory he pictured that day last year, Temari was begging for them to build a sandcastle together, she'd been woken with morning wood and the idea of it came into her head. Gaara smiled opening his eyes he loved Temari with all her heart, so she promised she would return the favor to Temari after.

"Open your mouth Temari, then we can build a sandcastle..." Temari obeyed her being the loyal older sister she was. She didn't even think to question why, Gaara was the next Kazekage after all, and she just the spare. Gaara pulled his pants along with his boxers down to the floor offering his immature penis to Temari's mouth. A chill ran down his spine when his older sister closed her lips around his penis, his hips began to move on their own accord. He couldn't believe how good it felt her voice moaned out filling the room with the sounds of her pleasure.

"Temari. Oh Temari, don't stop."

It took only a few minutes for her tiny frame to reach it's peak, her passionate scream filling even the halls outside her room. Sweat poured off his skin while his hips bucked in dry orgasm, still too young to produce seed. Within a minute after the deed the siblings' father burst into the room, gasping in horror at what he saw. He quickly swept Temari from the bed, carrying her out of Gaara's bedroom and back to her own.

He kneeled before Gaara, looking him in the eye with obvious disapproval. Gaara's eyes dropped to the floor in shame, knowing he was in trouble though he didn't understand why.

"Gaara from now on you must promise me, you can't let anyone know about your special part. You must conceal it don't let the feelings consume you... Conceal, don't feel. Repeat that whenever the urges come and you'll learn to control them."

Gaara's eyes fluttered open again coming back to reality, his sister's depressed voice saying goodbye and he could hear the sound of footsteps trailing away. He was finally alone again and even as a full year had passed the only thing he had gotten better at controlling was keeping his voice down. Gaara spun and thrust his back at the door sliding down to the carpet, a tingling pleasure seeping through his body like ice crawling through his veins. Without even thinking, his other hand reached below his penis wedging his fingers inside his hole until he reached that familiar painful boundary.

With his two hands working in unison to pleasure his, he felt a familiar pressure building inside of him. Cold sweat beaded down his skin, matting his dark red hair to everything it touched. His breathing shortened into short gasps of air and every muscle in his body froze at once as if to literally pull him inside out. Gaara forced his hand to keep stroking he felt something different, something was going to come out. His hips shot forward with his finger still buried in his prostate, sticky white fluid shot from the tip of his penis onto the carpet in three successive spurts.

When his body finally relaxed he looked down at the mess his made on the carpet, never before had this white substance come out. He dipped his finger into one of the still warm globs, scooping it to the tip he sniffed it, though his nostrils were filled instead with the scent of his own musk. Bravely, Gaara placed his finger into her mouth, tasting the substance. Although it was very slimy, he thought it tasted rather sweet. Finally, Gaara began to close his eyes his masturbation session having left him exhausted, he would sleep right where he was even with fluids dripping from both his organs.