Lee gasped at the words...as well as the demonic growl emanating from his friend...before the redheads body pressed him closer, a knee nudging at his current arousal...turning the shocked gasp into a moan.
"Ngh...Gaara..." Lee breathed heavily.
"Sorry, kid. This may be difficult for you to understand...but he's only half here. Half aware of whats going on..." the body stopped moving to stare at Lee...running a tongue over a rapid stream of blood before continuing.
"Hmmm...you taste good. Anyway...blood is a relaxant...for Gaara...as well as an aphrodisiac for his demon. Me."
Lees head snapped back up and he turned his gaze onto his friend as a fanged smile flashed at him evilly.
Brown eyes stared at the teeth...that were ever lengthening before staring into the eyes. He blinked. The mismatched eyes...
One was it's usual bright blue...blazing as intensely as usual...
The other was a honeyed gold...
And it left Lee shivering with the cruel intent reflecting.
Lee removed his hands from the hips and placed them on Gaara's...shukaku's?...chest before pushing gently.
But the arm around him pulled viciously.
"Don't even attempt it. If I let you leave, people find out I've got control...and then it's hell for both me and Gaara..."
Lee blinked. Hell for Gaara also? He sighed defeatedly before dropping his arms. He could feel the triumph washing over the body holding him.
"Don't act like you don't want me...I can feel it..."
The voice whispered satanically in his ear, and Lee' s heart jumped...in a few different emootions.
It was Gaara...
That's what was causing the excitement...the desire...
At the same time, it wasn't Gaara...
Which was the reason for his fear.
Lee got shoved onto his back when he didn't answer.
He tried to struggle back to his original position...or to jump to his feet...prepared to bolt from the room...
But a hand shoved at him, forcing him into the mattress.
Before sand strapped his hands over his head...which left shukaku free to torture.
A golen eye...and a cyan colored eye watched the trail of blood on the throat before drifting lower...tracing over the evident problem burning in Lee's lap.
Gaara's body knelt over Lee's thighs as a hand rose...
The palm rubbing gently over the constricting fabric...
The grin widening wickedly as he felt the response.
"You know you like it. You know you want it..."