Blood Brothers

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Go ahead. Hate me. Despise me. Loathe me for being so disgusting. Ridicule me for being so pathetic as to drag my innocent- yes I said it- innocent little brother into something he himself can't comprehend. Please. I want you to laugh. I want you to disapprove of everything that goes on between him and me. Because it's the only thing that reminds me that what I'm doing is wrong. It's the only thing that keeps me from taking him and running away. Running away from this place that burns like hell during the day and leaves you freezing at night. So please, challenge me, spit at me, and by all means- spread the rumor that I, Kankuro of the sand, am fucking my brother.

I know what you're thinking- but say it anyway. Tell me that I am scum. Tell me that I deserve to die. Get into my face and scream what you feel about someone like me. It's sick isn't it? Or should I say….what was the word you used….taboo? Yeah, that.

You love this, don't you? You love the story, the drama, but more than anything, you love the fact that you've found another reason to hate my little brother. Monster, you call him. Demon- Bakemono. Well that 'monster' is suffering. Just like you wanted- right? Don't flatter yourselves. It's not because of you. You're not the reason why he shakes with sobs every night, wondering why he had to be himself and not someone else. Your harsh words pass right through him; your glares do not affect him. If anything, he doesn't even know that you exist. All that exists in his world right now is me. That's right. Me.

I'm the one that's making him suffer, I'm the one who confuses him- makes him wonder why he keeps coming back to me, longing for me- addicted to me. Let me guess. Is this disgusting you? You don't want to hear this? Then I guess I won't tell you how he likes it when I finger him. I won't tell you how his stomach quivers almost ferociously when I kiss the insides of his thighs, and I'll be sure leave out the part when he blushes beet red when I take him into my mouth.

Don't make that face. It's not like you haven't heard this before. You've heard all the stories- and you listened with interest. You've seen the marks on Gaara's neck- and you watched them with interest.

Temari? Yeah she knows. She was disgusted with it- Like you are. Not with Gaara, but with me. She figured Gaara didn't know better, and that I was some sick monster who liked taking advantage of our "new and improved" less sadistic little brother just because of the bad things he used to do to her and I when we were little. We had a big argument- she tried to kick me out of the house, but Gaara would have none of it. He threatened to kill her if she got in the way.

Temari moved out a couple of weeks ago. I guess that's why you don't see her much anymore. I heard she went to visit someone in Konoha- but I don't know the details.

Gaara told me he loved me the other day. I hesitated- of course, to tell him the same. He sensed my uncertainty, and I haven't seen him since. I think he's thinking about us- what's happening to us. He's wondering whether he should continue coming to someone who still was unsure of his own feelings. I'm not afraid he won't come back. In fact, I'm sure he will, and he'll lay in my bed, take off his clothes (he doesn't like it when I do it for him), spread his legs, and beg me to make him feel again.

I'll wait for him until then.

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Blood Brothers