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Meanwhile,

Shikamaru was in a vacant classroom, writing hisEnglish essay. The brunnette had let down his hair, that was currently blocking his face from the view of the world. Earphones plugged in his ears, classic music flowing nicely from the Beats, Shikamaru was completely at peace.

Of course, his being caught up in his assignment, he failed to realized the Hyuuga that was walking in the hall behind him. Said hottie, had caught sight of Nara through the window at the back of the classroom, the one Shikamaru had his back to and turned into the classroom. A sudden gust of wind from the window in the hall, forced its way through the space and into the classroom via the window behind Shikamaru, and the papers on his desk flew to the floor.

Mumbling the word, troublesome, under his breath, Shika reached over the wooden attachment to grab at the papers, leaving his cute behind in the air and to the mercy of the still unnoticed Hyuuga leering.

The heir casually walked over to the desk and stood behind the irritated teen. When Shika had to move out of the desk to clutch the papers, Neji grabbed his wait and pulled him into his groin. Scared, Shikamaru tried to turn and get out of the grasp but Neji held him tighter, leaning down the short length of Shikamaru's back, to whisper in his ears.

"Shika, if you keep doing that, I won't be able to contain myself."

Blood ran to the brunette's cheeks as he recognized the sexy, husky voice that he adored to no end. He bit back a moan when Neji began grinding into his ass, his more than impressive erection pressing hard again Shikamaru's quivering hole. Neji straightened the Nara, only to lay his body on a near-by desk.

Milky eyes darkened with lust as the blushing face of Shikamaru came into view. Lips slightly parted in a pant, brunette hair rumpled, hazel orbs filled with want and the will to submit. Neji felt himself growing and he licked his lips before proceeding to ravish Shikamaru's neck, marking and licking to his heart's content.

"Shikamaru, I'm going to ram into you, over and over and over again until the only thing you know is me. Me and this." He thrusted with more agression at the word this.

Shikamaru moaned. "N-neji .. ! P-please !"

"Tell me what you want. I'll give you the world."

"I-i ... i w-w-want ... y-y-yo -"

Neji, you sick bastard, pick up the damn phone ! I'm calling ! Neji, you sick bastard, pick up the DAMN phone! I'm calling ! Gaara's voice shouted, being amplified by the second. Annoyed, Neji fished his phone out of his back pocket and slid the answer button.

"What the hell do you want !"

"Hiashi called, since you won't answer the phone. You need to get over to your house ASAP."

"Fine. Whatever, man."

"Tell Shika-kun I said hi." Gaara mused before Neji hung up the phone, deliberating if he should smash it or not.

"N-neji .. "

The questioning voice snapped Neji out of his rage and he looked down to the confused Nara. He smirked when he saw the purple bruises on his love's neck but grimaced when Gaara's statement sounded in his head. Sighing, he kissed Shikamaru on the lips before righting him and walking to the door. Like an after thought, he turned around.

"Movies. Tonight. 7. You will be there. Say it."

A little out of breath and dazed, Shikamaru complied. Neji smiled, winked and left the Nara to work through his foggy mind. When his mind finally caught up with him, he blushed harder (if possible) and hid his face in his hands. Neji ...

-Gynasium Building, some time after that-

A drop of sweat hit the blue fighting mat. Labored breathing was the only sound that resounded in Lee's head. His black eyes focused on the opponent a few feet from him. Like a signal, he charged at the boy. Thrusting himself in the air, he twirled and set out his foot in a kick. The boy blocked his attack and made way to punch him. Lee swung his folded foot, locking both legs around the boy's neck and used his hips to thrust the boy over his own body and unto the other side of the mat. Twisting so he landed on his back, Lee jumped up into his ready position.

There was a whistle and he relaxed his stance, moving to help the fallen opponent. He beamed at the boy with his hand outstretched. "That was a good match, my youthful companion !:"

The boy, with his ego deflated, spat unto the offered hand and helped himself up, muttering profanities as he left. Lee's smile faltered before he let his hand limp. He turned away, head slightly lower than before, that is until he hit into a wall. A very tough wall at that. A wall in the middle of the gym.

Rubbing hisforehead, he looked up, half-scared it was one of the many bullies that teased him. But he was completely blow away when his eyes clashed with a gorgeous teal. Only the teal seemed to reflect anger.

"I-I-I'm sooo sorry Gaara-san. I wasn't loking where I was going ! Please forgive me !" He hurriedly spat out, hoping those beautiful eyes wouldn't look at him so harshly.

"Bastard. "

Lee flinched away from the lithe body of the Sabuku but was stopped when strong arms grabbed his weak ones. He started to tremble with fear of what Gaara was about to do.

Then he was pulled into the hard, muscled chest of the redhead. Shocked, Lee froze, not sure what to make of the gesture. He was engulfed in a warm, vice-like grip, hot breath near his ear. He shuddered.

"I should kill him. No one treats what is mine like that."

Lee's eyes widened and unshed tears he wasn't aware of, fell, rolling down his rosy cheeks. Feeling the liquid against his chest, Gaara's anger spiked. He gently untangled himself from his obsession, making his way toward the locker room the offender had walked into. Death, death will be his puishment for making MY Lee cry.

Quickly understanding what was going on in Gaara's mind, Lee became frantic and ran after the redhead. His legs were shirter so Gaara's long strides were making catching up a bit difficult but Lee caught up, running around the hard body and pushing his weight against it.

"G-Gaara- san ! Please, stop ! It's nothing ! Really !"

Teal eyes looked down and the unadulterated hatred and rage that ran through them had Lee holding back a cringe. "No one ... NO ONE .. is to treat you like that ! He deserves to die. "

"G-gaara-san, p-please ! It's okay !"

Gaara was having none of it. He strode onwards, eyes fizated on the double doors, red tinted his vision. Lee looked from Gaara to the ever nearing doors. He was running out of time. Without thinking, Lee tipped upwards and licked Gaara's bottom lip. Caught off gurad at the new taste on his lips, Gaara stopped and looked down. Lee, red as a tomato now, took Gaara's bottom lip between his and began sucking. He wrapped his hands around Gaara's neck and tipped as high as he could, bringing the redhead's head down to meet his kiss.

He squealed when he felt hands grope at his ass and thrusted him upwards. Instinctively, he wrapped his legs around Gaara's waitst. Gaara bit on his lip. When he gasped, Gaara's tongue mized with his own in an intoxicating dance. Lee found his strength slipping from him, he was moaning, he was melting, os much he couldn't tell where Gaara ended and he began.

Lee felt a hand plunged past the waistband of his pants. He moaned when Gaara moved his lips to his neck and had began sucking and biting him. There was a scream somewhere near him and his eyes shot open and he saw a girl standing at the locker room doors, blood seeping from her left nostril. His eyes widened and he scrambled out of the Sabuku's grasp.

Gaara opened his eyes, confusion on his beautiful face when his eyes landed on Lee on the ground, with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face to something behind him. He turned, still dazed, and saw the fan-girl trying to stop her hyper-ventilating, her face slowly morphing into a perverted grin. Gaara rolled his eyes and turned to address his prey.

Lee wasn't there anymore.