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After a dinner of sirloin and shougayaki (which Lee was surprised to find was Gaara's favorite dish) and a 'few' cups of sake, Lee and Gaara were at Lee's apartment were he had offered to let Gaara stay for the night. Rock Lee (slightly drunk) looked at Gaara as he examined the apartment, taking off his shoes, and setting down his gourd with a loud 'thud'. Lee walked closer to Gaara, admiring his exotic beauty. Although unknown to most, Lee was in fact bisexual, having no difficulty in identifying the beauty in one such as Gaara. But, until now, Lee had never even let a thought pass his mind about actually doing anything with the red-head.
Gaara was a bit dazed. He had never been one to drink. Of course that was before he found out how good it tasted…Unfortunately for him though, Shukaku had absorbed most of the alcohol by now and left him with nothing but a dull thudding pain in his head that was making him quite aggravated. He looked up. Rock Lee had moved closer to him, staring at him in a way Gaara had never seen from anyone before. Gaara stood his ground as Lee stepped in front of him, ready to fight if need be. But Lee didn't attack him. Instead, he slowly raised his hand which the other could only stare at. Delicately he ran his finger over the red tattoo on Gaara's forehead leaving him bewildered. No one had ever done that before. In fact, no one had ever been brave enough, or stupid enough, to try it.
"Gaara; has anyone ever told you that you're very beautiful?" Lee asked in a slightly slurred voice, weaving in closer.
Gaara blinked in surprise. If he'd had eyebrows, you could be sure that one would have shot straight up. Lee's hand then drifted to the red-head's neck where it slowly caressed the line from the ear to the hollow of the throat. Gaara couldn't understand it, but for some reason a violent tremor ran down his body. He wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to back away. But Gaara refused to be intimidated. Lee slowly wrapped his fingers around Gaara's neck and Gaara had to force his body to remain still. But then, something unexpected happened. The black haired boy lowered his lips onto Gaara's. A strange sensation ran through his body and for the first time in his life, Gaara was bound, bound by the hypnotic motion of another's lips on his own. Without consent, his lips began to move on their own.
Once he'd trapped the other, Lee started ripping off any of Gaara's clothes that he could get a hold of. With a final tug, Gaara stood with nothing more than his pants on. Like an expert, Lee reached back and undid his jumpsuit, stripping it down his body, somehow managing to stay connected to Gaara's soft lips. Lee's sudden nakedness brought a gasp from the inexperienced boy. With the release of lips, Lee sank onto the exposed neck with a vengeance. He kissed the neck and when he got little reaction, he bit down hard, causing the boy's hands to fly up and into his hair.
Gaara felt the slicing pleasure and pain as Lee's teeth broke skin and he was surprised to find the sand did not protect him. This was real. This couldn't be real. It all felt so good…
Lee slowly began moving forward, forcing the smaller boy against a chill wall where he quickly disposed of the rest of the clothing. Gaara felt the cool brush of air against his bare flesh. But distraction came again as Lee nipped and licked his way down his chest. Gaara firmly held onto the sleek black hair, pushing the teeth harder against his flesh, forcing more pleasure, more pain.
Gaara let out a strangled scream. Lee licked up the smooth length, hardening him almost instantly. Gaara gripped the hair in his hands even harder, holding on for dear life as his hips bucked. The boy crouched before him smirked against his tip before taking him into his mouth, running his devil's tongue up underneath. With a shake and a buck, Gaara felt his breath turn ragged and then each breath turned into a pant. Eyes widening and mouth hanging open, he felt the lips begin to move up and down. Warmth began spreading through his stomach and his hips began pushing forward and back in an erratic rhythm. The heat became hotter and hotter and just when he thought he'd get some release from the overwhelming heat, Lee pulled him out of his mouth, leaving Gaara whimpering against the wall.
The smaller boy shook, drifting in a haze, unaware when he was carried off to be placed on a bed. The sheets rubbed against his flesh, forcing out another gasp. Lee leaned over him, his eyes glazed with lust. Gripping Gaara's lean calves, he slowly pushed the legs up, exposing all for him. Ignoring common sense, ignoring what might result, ignoring everything but the overwhelming need; Lee forced his way into Gaara. The boy's mouth opened in a silent scream. His flesh pulled, ripped, bled. Through a sea of pain, Gaara felt a tug of sharp pleasure, demanding to be noticed, because pain…pain was the ultimate pleasure. And Gaara wanted it.
When Lee began to move, Gaara dug his hands into the sheets and cried for all that this was; a way to experience physical pain. Gaara's body slowly grew used to the sensation and began moving on its own, soon matching Lee's thrusts, wallowing in the passion that was Rock Lee.
Their motions both turned erratic and Gaara soon felt that scalding heat burning deep within. His breath spilled out of his body in a broken shriek as Lee finally hit the magic spot. Hands tore through the sheets as Lee found the spot again and again. Gaara's scream tore through the night as the pleasure became too intense and a hidden power ran down his skin. Without help, Gaara felt his body hit a peak. His back arched against the searing heat of power and release that tore over him. Lee, caught in his final moment, did not feel the current of power or the sting of pain as a bright light enveloped the both of them. He spilled into Gaara's ravaged body and collapsed forward. His vision swam and the darkness of unconsciousness overtook him.
Rock Lee awoke to a pounding headache and a sore body. He felt as if he had run a marathon in an hour flat. Cracking open an eye he looked at his empty bed. "Was it a dream?" He rasped out while sitting. His skin paled a bit as he looked down. "No. What did I do?" He asked in horror as he saw the stains of blood covering the white sheets. He looked at his naked form to find it bloody, none of the blood his own. His head popped up and he tentatively called out, "Gaara?"
He received no response. Forcing his protesting muscles up, Lee stood and explored his house, searching for any sign of the red-head. He found none. The only evidence that he'd even been in the house were the spills of liquid on his bed sheets. Not a comforting thought. Rubbing his still throbbing temples, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a bite to eat. Only the most excruciating workout would dispel the uneasy feeling that had buried its way into Lee's heart.