A/N – I had promised Katie about a month ago that I would write a sandcest story, and I've finally got round to actually doing it, all thanks to some serious inspiration from Myona/Darka-chan 3 choo.

Story – KankyGaa. Yaoi. Don't like? Don't read. You have been warned XD

Disclaimer: The characters belong to…that dude that writes Naruto, and the song 'Puppet' belongs to my friend, Myona.

Puppet

()()() Gaara's POV ()()()

You shove me up against the wall, and I wince in pain as my shoulder is crushed. You take my chin roughly in your hand, and jerk my face up to meet your own. Then you lean down, and forcefully attack my lips with your own. Then you draw back, and lower your head.

I can feel your hot breath on my neck. I can sense the gap closing between your lips and my skin. I whimper in pain as you bite down, hard.

But I do nothing, because I am yours

"I am your puppet; attach me to your strings,

Paint me black and grow me wings."

You roughly shove me into the darkened bedroom. I feel your slender, nimble fingers scraping across my skin as you caress me. It may be dark, but you know me so well, you can find your way across my body by memory. I feel you tugging my shirt up, over my head, and lift my arms up automatically.

I obey you, because I am yours.

"Into which the Darkness will hide many a things,

And from which the forest witch sings."

My top now discarded, you push me roughly onto the bed. As I lay there in the dark, you confidently climb across and straddle me, my slender legs trapped underneath your own. You take my hands up to your shirt, and I know what is expected of me. Obediently, I begin to remove it, my fingers fumbling with the buttons, but I manage to get it off. We are both bare-chested, and you stare hungrily at my petite frame. You lean down, and brush a few stray red hairs away from my ear.

'Nobody loves you like I do, Gaara' you whisper. The sound of your voice sends shivers of fright down my spine, but I nod fervently.

I agree, because I am yours.

"Lift your thumb, call me dumb.

Lift your index, won't have sex.

Lift your middle, don't be idle.

Lift your ring, no bling bling.

Lift your pink, on the brink."

You brush your fingers against my body, tracing spirals across my pale chest. Breathing heavily, I reach my hands up to you, longing to touch, to play. But you push my hands away every time. You continue caressing me, trailing butterfly kisses across my shoulders, licking a pathway from my neck to my stomach. I arch my back and moan in obedient appreciation. I hate the fact that you manipulate me at will, yet I am allowed to do nothing. You just use me and discard of me at your leisure.

But I have no choice in the matter, because I am yours.

"I am your puppet; among your fingers are my strings,

Paint me white, tear off my wings."

You stare at my pants, my last defence against you. You look at me, staring into my eyes, as if seeking my permission, although it wouldn't matter if you had it or not. You continue regardless, grabbing the top of my pants and yanking them fiercely down and off my legs, the denim material scratching my skin.

And now I am bare.

You stare down at me, licking your lips in anticipation, gazing intently at my naked body. I feel so vulnerable, so dirty. You stare impatiently at me. I know what happens next. I push myself up onto my elbows, and roll over, ready for you to have you way with me.

And I let you, for there is no other option, because I am yours.

"I want to play, please make me do things,

I can hear the bird that sings"

And I hope that one day, I will be free. But for now, I do everything you want, because I am yours, brother.

Your puppet.

A/N – OMG IT'S SO SHORT cries…it looked longer written by hand ¬¬. Oh well, please review anyways…and don't shoot me for the length