Since I got a number of requests, I wrote the continuation to this. This is pretty much a PWP threesome one-shot. Once again, the full version is at LJ and adultfanfiction (follow the link from my profile). There was no way to edit this, so what I post here is just the beginning and end. Consider this a teaser.

Pairing: Gaara/Temari/Kankuro

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters.

Special thanks to Crimson Sakura Princess for beta'ing.

Temari finished brushing her still-wet hair before pulling on a short silk robe over her otherwise naked body. She took a minute to contemplate her decision as she examined her reflection in the vanity mirror over the small night table. Finally settling on a quiet sort of determination, she opened the door of her small hotel bedroom and proceeded down the hall towards the large empty room that served as a den. Passing by the bathroom, she could hear the shower still running and she knew that Kankuro would be out in a matter of minutes. She wouldn’t give him a chance to back out.

As Temari expected, she found Gaara sitting on the windowsill that Kankuro had spent so much time occupying during the chuunin exams, looking out over the streets of Konoha. He turned to look at her with an unblinking stare as she approached. She hesitated for a brief moment before resolutely taking hold of Gaara’s hand. Temari smiled slightly as she saw his eyes widen in surprise but didn’t give him a chance to question her as she tugged on his hand, pulling him up from his perch at the window and leading him back to her room. Gaara followed her obediently, too stunned by her boldness to resist.

Moments later, she sat down on her bed, leaning against the headboard and crossing her legs in front of her, reminding him irresistibly of the previous night. Her fingers were still wrapped around his hand, forcing him down beside her. Gaara shifted slowly so he was facing his sister, his expression somewhere between apprehension and anticipation.

“He asked you?” Temari questioned, deciding to go straight to the point.

“Yeah,” Gaara answered quietly.

“And you agreed?”

“Yeah,” he repeated.

Temari merely nodded by way of a response, her thumb brushing lightly over Gaara’s hand. She saw his eyes trail down her form to where the robe fell apart over her crossed legs, not quite covering the fact that she wore nothing underneath.

“What about everything you said about it being wrong?” he asked, looking back up at her again with his usual indifferent expression.

“Too late to worry about that now,” she answered with a vague shrug.

“And what does Kankuro think?” Gaara questioned cautiously.

“Oh, he was never one to care about rules and morals,” Temari replied with a smirk.

“Then have you and him ever…?” he inquired uncertainly, not daring to finish the sentence.

“No,” Temari answered firmly, shaking her head for emphasis. “I told you, I’ve never done that with anyone before.”

Gaara smirked slightly, seeming satisfied with the answer. She supposed he should be. Taking your older sister’s virginity had to be something of an accomplishment, even for a monster. Temari smiled despite her lingering unease about the whole situation, deciding that this was better than living with Gaara’s constant death threats. It may be a twisted way to show love, but at least it was love.

Her thoughts were cut short when she heard the click of a door indicating Kankuro’s emergence from the bathroom. The door to Temari’s room stood open and she hoped that he would get the hint without her having to drag him here as she did with Gaara. Her assumption was confirmed when moments later Kankuro appeared in the room, covered only by a towel wrapped around his waist. He grinned as his eyes traveled to his siblings’ joined hands before lifting to meet Gaara’s unwavering gaze.

“Are you afraid of me?” Gaara questioned, the old feral coldness in his voice making Kankuro shiver involuntarily.

“Do you want me to be?” Kankuro dared in an attempt to avoid being called on a dishonest answer. Anyone in their right mind would be afraid of Gaara, no matter what their relationship might be. Years of terror and reckless bloodshed could not be erased easily.

Gaara chose to ignore the answer that his brother’s avoidance was giving and continued to look at him silently, his hand twisting in Temari’s grasp to interlock his fingers with hers as if for reassurance.

“Gaara,” Temari said softly, making the younger brother turn towards her. “Kankuro is too much of a jerk to tell you, but he loves you too, you know.”

“Thanks, Temari,” Kankuro said sarcastically. “No wonder everyone calls you a bitch.”

Temari merely sneered in response. Gaara looked between the two of them, frowning slightly. He settled on turning back to Temari once more, the look on his face clearly indicating his confusion.

“If you… love each other,” he said uncertainly, as if he did not entirely understand the concept, “Why do you always argue?”

“Because we’re a family,” she answered with a small smile. “It doesn’t matter if we argue. We’ll always be together, no matter what.”

“I see,” Gaara said after a momentary pause, glancing away from her and staring down at the floor.

After another moment’s hesitation, Kankuro closed the door behind himself and approached the bed. He reached out tentatively and placed two fingers under Gaara’s chin, lifting his head up to face him.

“She meant you too,” he said with a slight smirk.

“Why?” Gaara asked immediately.

“Because you’re our little brother,” Kankuro answered, fingers moving to caress Gaara’s cheek lightly, thumb brushing over the skin gently in a feigned gesture of familiarity.

“Then are you going to say that this is wrong?” the redhead asked, brows knitting together slightly, shivering involuntarily at the touch.

“No,” the older brother replied with a grin. “I don’t really care about that. All three of us have always been fucked up. This doesn’t really change much.”

Gaara nodded stiffly, not entirely understanding the logic but deciding that there was time to figure it out later.

“I think you two talk too much,” Temari offered her opinion, looking at her brothers with an amused smirk.

Kankuro snorted in response, but seeming to agree with her nevertheless, leaned down and, keeping his hand firmly on Gaara’s cheek, placed his lips expertly over his younger brother’s. On this battlefield, Kankuro was the expert and he did not hesitate to show it off. He was taken aback slightly when the redhead returned the kiss with equal yearning, his free hand coming up to trace over Kankuro’s muscled chest. Temari’s heartbeat quickened as she watched her brothers, getting lost in the sinful passion shared between them. She would’ve been content with just sitting back and observing if Gaara hadn’t pulled her towards them, mouth still locked with Kankuro’s as his arm wound around her waist to press her body against his. She leaned down to brush her lips over Gaara’s neck, one hand grasping at the fabric over his chest, the other blindly tracing up Kankuro’s leg.

The older brother broke the kiss, a sly smirk gracing his lips as he watched Temari’s tongue glide smoothly over Gaara’s neck before he turned to meet her in an almost violent kiss, canines piercing the skin and mingling blood between their tongues. Gaara’s fingers slid lower down Kankuro’s chest and over his stomach as the puppeteer straightened, resting a hand on each of his siblings’ shoulders while they continued to kiss. He masked his surprise with a silent grin as Gaara’s slender fingers skillfully pulled at the towel around his waist, untangling the fabric and casting it down to the floor.

Kankuro caught his brother’s hand before it could venture any lower, instead bringing it up to his mouth and pressing his lips to his wrist. Gaara pulled back from Temari to glance up at his older brother as Kankuro released his hand and moved to slip onto the bed behind their sister. Temari leaned back against him as he ran his fingers down along her arms, watching the spark of curiosity form in Gaara’s eyes. Slowly Kankuro’s hands slid lower, pushing Gaara’s arm away from Temari’s waist and down to her thigh. In another moment he was pulling at the belt of her robe, tugging the fabric apart and revealing her naked body to the redhead’s gaze. The garment slid off her shoulders easily before she shrugged out of it and threw it aside, leaning forward towards Gaara.

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They broke away panting, remaining in the same position until they were sure the world would not disappear around them if they dared to move. Kankuro shifted first, gently moving away and leaning back against the pillows. Gaara followed, pulling back and allowing Temari to crawl forward and drape herself over Kankuro’s lap. The older brother stroked her hair absently as his eyes met Gaara’s. The redhead remained where he was, leveling Kankuro with a calculating look. The puppeteer raised an eyebrow in question.

“Still afraid of me?” Gaara inquired in the usual emotionless tone.

Instead of answering, Kankuro reached out, grasping his little brother’s hand and pulling him towards him. Temari threw her arm over Gaara sluggishly as Kankuro drew him into another passionate kiss. After a moment, Gaara broke off, settling down beside Kankuro, his hand tracing idly over Temari’s curled up form. He watched as his siblings’ eyes slid shut slowly, their breathing gradually growing more level.

“Kankuro, Temari…” he murmured, waiting to make sure he had their attention before adding in a soft hiss, “You’re both… mine.”

Only after he heard their whispered assent he allowed himself to relax, nestling into the warmth of their bodies, comforted by the brush of fingers against his skin. He couldn’t sleep and he couldn’t talk about the voice inside his head that continued to eat at his sanity. But for now all that mattered was that they were with him, accepting him, trusting him. Even if they were afraid, even if to the rest of the world he was still just a monster. They were family. They were his. And always would be.