Disclaimer: Gaara and Lee belong to Masashi Kishimoto. I'm just using them for my own sadistic little devices.
Dreams
When Rock Lee woke up to soiled sheets the first night, he didn't think anything of it; changing his pajamas and replacing the blankets on his bed, he laid back down and soon fell asleep. He didn't even remember what had caused the reaction.
The second night it happened, he frowned to himself as the last vestiges of his dream faded from his mind; laying insensate in the middle of the Chuunin exam preliminaries ring, bare as the day he was born except for a crude blindfold made from his own bandages and wrist bindings from a length of white cloth. When he had cleared his mind of the dream, he gathered up both sets of his sheets and all of his dirty clothes, telling himself he would not sleep again until all of the laundry was washed, dried and put away.
The tenth night, Lee awakened with a growl, finding his hand was stuck down his pants and wrapped around his erection as it still pulsed faintly with his recent climax. After taking a shower and cleaning up again, he dressed in his normal attire, promising himself that he would run 500 laps around his apartment complex in an effort to wear himself out enough so that he wouldn't dream the next night.
It didn't work.
By the twenty-seventh night, Lee was up to 2,000 laps every morning, and another 500 each evening for every time he found himself dozing off during council meetings. That particular day, he ran a grand total of 4, 527 laps: he was supposed to run 5,500, but he stopped in his tracks when the instigator of his dreams suddenly stepped out in front of him. "Why are you training so much, Lee-san?"
"Kazekage-sama," Lee said with a bow, though he was panting. "I am not training. I am punishing myself."
"What for?"
Lee looked down slightly, the faintest of blushes appearing on his cheeks. "Because I have been disrespecting you, Kazekage-sama."
Gaara frowned a little more than usual. "How have you done that? You are one of my most trusted council members."
"I have disrespected you through my dreams," Lee whispered, as more and more blood rushed to his face. "Please forgive me." He dropped to his knees and bowed before Gaara, small eddies of dust swirling around his prone form.
Gaara had to raise his hand to his nose to make sure there was no blood leaking out. "Lee-san, get up. You have no reason to kneel before me like that." Looking up at Gaara in surprise, Lee nodded slightly and stood. The redhead continued, "Follow me. There is something I wish to show you."
"Where are we going, Kazekage-sama?" Lee asked innocently, stumbling slightly as his legs finally seemed to realize just how exhausted they were.
"To my chambers. I have to show you a dream I have been having recently. It has been disrupting my sleep at the worst times."
Frowning at the idea of his superior suffering, Lee nevertheless wondered how the Kazekage could show him a dream. But once they had arrived in Gaara's chambers, it soon became clear.
Lee never did finish those last 973 laps.