As Yet Untitled

Master of My Heart

Disclaimer;

If I owned Naruto, do you really think I'd be writing this stuff? I'd just put it in the show!

Yes, it's me again! Back with another GaaLee fanfic. This fic has been around for a while on Browed and Browless, but I've finally decided to publish it here.

Enjoy!

Chapter One

Kimimaro looked up at the earnest, sweet-natured young man in front of him and sighed.

'Rock, Lee.'

He gave another sigh and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Rock-Sama, but I just don't think you're right for this job."

The man's ample eyebrows furrowed. "W-Why not, if you don't mind me asking? Is it my references?"

"No, no. Your recommendations from the Hyugas are excellent. I just don't think you're capable of…properly caring for Gaara-Sama."

"Forgive me my impudence, but I was lead to believe Gaara-Sama was sixteen years old, like myself. Why would he need attentive care?"

"That would be something I would only discuss if you were to gain the post of Gaara-Sama's personal servant. Which you haven't. I cannot fully discuss the reasons why. But-"

Kimimaro was interrupted by the door opening.

Lee turned to see the most stunning man he had ever seen, bar none.

He had dark, almost blood-red, spiky hair, pale, creamy skin, sky-blue eyes surrounded by intense black circles and a red tattoo on his forehead, in the shape on the kanji Ai. 'Love.'

As much as Lee was staring at the man, he was staring back at Lee.

Kimimaro cleared his throat. "Gaara-Sama."

Lee turned back to him with a snap of the neck.

This was Sabaku no Gaara? This was the young man he was applying to be the personal servant to?

'Bloody. Hell.'

"Kimimaro. Who is this?"

His voice was a gorgeous, deep timber that made Lee shudder.

"This is Rock Lee, Gaara-Sama. He was applying as my replacement, but-"

Gaara held up a hand and walked over towards Lee.

"Stand up."

Lee stumbled but did as the young man told him.

He stood a few inches taller than his observer, which meant the red-head had to look up to gaze into his dark brown, almost black eyes.

Gaara looked over the large eyebrows, the softness in those eyes, the strangely shaped mouth and the strong jaw line.

His gaze travelled down Lee's body to the well-defined chest barely hidden under the badly-fitting shirt, down to the obvious bulge in his trousers.

"He'll do."

Kimimaro's eyes bulged out of the sockets. "G-Gaara-Sama…I don't think-"

"I said, he'll. Do."

Lee's eyes drifted slowly over to his interviewer, who bowed his head. "As you wish, Gaara-Sama."

Gaara gave Lee one last lingering look, before nodding at Kimimaro and exiting.

Lee looked at the door longingly.

Kimimaro slammed his hand against his forehead. "This is not a good idea…"

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"Alright Rock-Sama-"

"It's Lee, Kimimaro-San." Lee interrupted. It was his first day of work, and he desparete to become friends with the tall, sad-looking man.

Kimimaro, for his part, found Lee to be a sweet, kind, eager-to-learn and utterly adorable.

'Which is exactly why this is a bad idea.'

"Very well then, Lee-San. First thing you ought to know, is that you have to make clear to Gaara-Sama from the very start that you are not…interested in anything other than a servant/master relationship."

Lee blinked. "Excuse me?"

Kimimaro sighed. His own reaction two years ago had been much the same.

"Gaara-Sama had a somewhat…tormented childhood that makes him crave human attention. And someone once taught him that certain…physical activities were a way of expressing affection. Therefore he had little to no boundaries regarding touching people in sometimes…inappropriate ways. If he does so, well, firstly it means he likes you, and wants to become your friend. Secondly, you must tell him directly that you dislike such contact. He will cease…but it means he will become much colder towards you I'm afraid. He will see as rejection of his affection…his friendship."

"Then I won't stop him."

Kimimaro's eyebrows reached his hairline. "What."

Lee stood firm. "If…touching me, is his way of expressing affection, then I'll simply ask that he touches me in an appropriate way. I can't believe no-one's tried before! Why would you hurt him like that?"

Kimimaro shook his head. "It is not our place Lee-San. We are the servants. He is our master."

"Exactly! Is it not our duty to see him happy? If human contact will do so, then I will not deny him that."

Kimimaro rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I don't quite think you understand how far Gaara-Sama is prepared to go."

"Then I'll find out!"

Kimimaro laughed. "You're insane Lee-San…but I hope, for both your sakes, that you are right. Alright. I may not be around the house to help you after today, but if you need to understand anything, or need help, don't hesitate to call me. We're in this together to help our master!"

Lee nodded.

Mission 'help-Gaara-Sama-find-friendship' had begun.