Moonlight is falling through the window to illuminate the slight rising and falling as Gai breathes. Lee's head is laid on his chest, hair slightly mussed up from Gai's hand on the back of his head. The night is warm enough that they've both stripped down to boxers and are only covered by a light sheet; Lee's eyes are half-open and a very slight blush tints his cheeks. He still feels embarrassed to be sleeping in such close proximity to his sensei. Granted, it's no closer than when they would huddle together at night during missions to the northern regions, and there had been times they would be all but naked and bundled in the same blankets for warmth, but this was different. Not only were Neji and Tenten absent, but Gai was his now.
Mine.
Lee mouthed the word to himself, loving the way it rolled off his tongue. No one would take him away. No one could take him away - he wouldn't let them. And if they tried...
Well, the last one who had tried to tear them apart had ended up a thin paste on the bottom of a river rock.
Mine.
Lee smiled, and Gai shifted slightly.
"Lee?" Gai breathed in the darkness. "You'll never fall asleep with your eyes open."
Lee smiled a little wider, not moving. "How did you know?"
"I can feel your eyelashes every time you blink." Lee sat up to look at Gai, the man was smiling very slightly. Lee never could tell whether the man had just woken up or had been awake for hours. Part of that was his eyes - it was hard to identify the physical signs of sleep deprivation with the unique scars that ran over Gai's right eye and most of his left. Lee reached forward, a hand ghosting over the scars, fingers spreading from where the sunbust of scar tissue started to the right of his eyes and following the lines to their limits.
"How is it, tonight?" he asked quietly. It still pained him every time he said it, but still he asked each night.
Gai stared up at Lee, almost as if he was looking through him. No one else would've noticed the slight bunching of his eyebrows, but Lee could recognize the sadness Gai felt for the loss of his vision. "I can almost see you," his hand came up to rest against the side of Lee's face, and Lee almost felt like his teacher could see him again. "There's not much color, but that could be the night." No one else realized how badly it hurt Gai to have lost the better part of his sight. His right eye was completely blind apart from noticing the most drastic of differences in light and dark, but his left still retained some very faded color vision. "You're not crying tonight," was left unsaid. Most nights, when Lee asked of Gai's vision - purely for medical purposes, he insisted to himself, Tsunade had made him promise - Lee's eyes would tear up. He wouldn't make a sound, wouldn't move any differently, and there were never enough to fall, but though there was no way Gai could see the tears he would still know. He would playfully punch Lee's cheek and tell him to cheer up, and Lee would smile in honest happiness - his teacher was still the same as always - though the tears wouldn't stop.
We have to be strong for each other.
Lee laid back down, nuzzling the crook of Gai's neck and breathing deeply. Gai's scent was all around them, as much a part of the sheets as the cotton that they were woven of. Gai's hands - still bigger than Lee's, though not by so much now - traced up and down Lee's back lightly, touching here and kneading there until every knot was worked out of his muscles and Lee was all but purring in contentment. He moved on to Lee's arms, working the defined muscles there until the tension that tightened them daily was gone. Lee rolled onto his back beside his teacher, one hand trailing off the bed as Gai soothed the other with touches of his fingers. A small kiss as Gai moved to kneel over Lee, taking the trailing hand and gentling its pain. His hands danced over Lee's body, working their magic and taking the pain of training and fighting away until all that remained was a calmness that seemed more alive in its stillness than life itself in all its flitting movement.
Lee was on the edge of sleep when Gai finally laid down next to him, one hand trailing up Lee's body to rest across his torso. "Let me do you," Lee murmured as he sat up groggily, then blushed deep red when Gai let out a hearty laugh. "I-I meant a massage!" he sputtered, blushing deeper. Gai's laugh went on, and Lee shoved one of the pillows in his sensei's face until the loud laughs faded to light snickers.
"Cut it out. You know what I meant."
"I can feel you blushing from here," Gai chuckled as Lee sat across his abdomen. Lee put the pillow back over his face. "All right, all right," the laughs didn't stop, but Lee was smiling again, though the blush hadn't completely faded. He set his hands on Gai's shoulders, thumbs kneading softly in the dips made by his sensei's collarbone and fingers working over the large muscles of his shoulders. Every dip and ridge of Gai's body stood out, even in the dim light of the waxing crescent moon. Gai sighed in contentment, laughs trailing off into near-silence of soft breathing.
"Harder," Gai mumbled and Lee blushed deep again, but Gai didn't comment on it. Lee's hands were strong, but he was gentle as he pressed at the knots in the muscles beneath his fingers; loosening them gradually. Gai's eyes were closed and his face would twitch every now and again in pain as Lee touched a particularly taut muscle, but then he would sigh as the muscle relaxed under Lee's fingers. His hands drifted over the same places Gai's hands had on his own body. Shoulders, broader than Lee's even now; torso and abdomen, muscles so defined beneath tan that it seemed the skin might as well not even be there; legs strong enough to run for miles without even beginning to ache; feet with thick callouses on the bottoms from training barefoot for years. His hands trace up Gai's body, not breaking their connection, and begin to move down one arm. Their bodies weren't so different anymore, Lee thought to himself as he kneaded Gai's bicep, comparing his own. Lee had lost much of the wiriness of his youth and moved through his gangly teen years without too much trouble, though he was still lean where Gai's muscles were massive. He didn't mind, though, as he worked Gai's hands with the same expert touch Gai himself had used. It was good to touch his sensei without having to feel guilty for every stolen pat on the back or hug(he'd thought that Gai and Kakashi had been together for years, until Gai had set him straight one day with many laughs), without the protective bandages keeping palms from skin, without having to challenge his sensei to a sparring match just to watch him move or feel his touch, even if it was only in the form of a fist.
Lee laid himself along his sensei, dipping his head for a deep kiss. Gai's mouth opened to let him in, tongues playing with one another between soft sighs and small smiles. Gai chuckled softly, "Hiding something, Lee?" he murmured between kisses, and raised his hips to grind his hardness against Lee's. Lee blushed deep again and started to pull away, but Gai held him with an arm across his back. "Why are you always so embarrassed?"
Lee avoided his sensei's eyes, even though it didn't matter. "I...I don't know," he mumbled. He wasn't pushing away any longer, but he wasn't relaxing either.
"Lee," Gai whispered, raising himself up just enough to rest his cheek against Lee's. "I love you." he kissed Lee's cheek lightly. "Don't worry so much. I'm not going anywhere." He laid back and this time Lee bent with him, catching his lips again. Lee's hands came up from Gai's shoulders to caress the sides of his face, feeling every bump and ridge of his scars and for once not blaming himself.
"I love you," Lee whispered as he moved to nuzzle Gai's cheek, then nipped at his earlobe. He gasped softly and Lee smiled, running his tongue over the lower edge of Gai's ear before taking it between his lips. Gai ground lightly against him, hands twitching over Lee's back before moving lower to slip under his boxers and massage his ass lightly; pressing them closer in the process. Lee released his ear with another soft 'I love you' and planted a row of feather-light kisses down Gai's neck. He paused to flick his tongue across Gai's collarbone, then moved his body down as he continued his kisses down Gai's midline to his abdomen. He paused there, laying his cheek against the defined muscles and looking back up at Gai; he was staring straight up at the ceiling, eyes wide and mouth slightly open as Lee squirmed against him. He swirled his tongue in a circle around Gai's bellybutton before sitting up slightly. His eyes danced over Gai, from the soft sheen of sweat glinting on his skin to the strength of taut muscles with nothing to work against. Hair still blacker than starless midnight, shot with silver not from age but moonlight; eyes still so dark and beautiful and expressive despite the scars tracing around them; lips half-open for air that seemed to have disappeared in the wake of sensation.
"It's rude to stare, Lee," Gai whispered, closing his eyes.
Lee laughed quietly to himself as he kissed just above Gai's bellybutton. "You always know what I'm doing." Gai's hand moved up to ruffle Lee's hair. It was longer now than it had been in his early teen years; he'd regrown it and it was now pulled back in a loose braid as it had been when he'd first met Gai. Gai's fingers ran along the length of the braid - it only came to just below his shoulders - feeling every bump and twist of hair with fingers that had grown more sensative from lack of sight.
"I wish I could see you now," Gai whispered. Lee felt him falling into himself, and blew a breath of air along his stomach as if by accident.
Gai twitched and Lee kissed his abdomen again, grinning as he sat up. "If you can't see, then I won't either," and he snatched his hitai-ate from where it lay on the bedside table, putting it across his eyes and tying it tight. He fumbled for Gai's hands and then pressed them against the hitai-ate, even though he was certain Gai already knew what he'd done. Lee trailed his hands down Gai's arms to his face to feel his expression; he was smiling again. Lee smiled as well as he laid his head back down on Gai's stomach, hands moving down to tug at Gai's boxers. A few ungainly moments later the last of their clothes were on the floor and Lee's tongue was flitting over Gai's erection, the man groaning softly in need. Lee took his head in his mouth, sucking slightly as one hand wrapped around the base of Gai's member and the other cupped his balls. He delighted in the small noises Gai made, simple and animal in a way completely different but so similar to the noises of a heavy sparring match. Every gasp of breath, every suppressed whimper, every needy moan; Lee drank them in as he drew them out until Gai tensed and came, fingers digging into Lee's scalp as he writhed his tongue against the underside of his member and swallowed every droplet. Lee didn't pull away until Gai had fallen back against the bed, breathing still heavy but returning to normal quickly from years of taijutsu training.
Gai's mouth moved with silent words, mumbles accusing of 'torture' and 'evil' and 'too-good-at-that-for-your-age'. Lee laughed as he moved back up his body, hands trailing along muscles and lips placing kisses everywhere he came to. "You've stopped taking Tsunade's medicine again," he mumbled and ground against Gai, still hard.
Gai grumbled, "How could you tell?" and Lee knew his face would be like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"You taste different," Lee licked his lips and nipped Gai's shoulder playfully. Gai laughed softly and rolled his eyes.
"It's the most vile concoction I've ever tasted," he pulled Lee into a kiss, tongue sliding around his student's mouth to cut off any protestation. Lee made a mental note to do...something...tomorrow...or at least when Gai wasn't holding him so close, touching him and kissing him and possessing him and mine mine mine mine mine...
Lee pulled away and fumbled at the bedside table, hands clumsy from lack of sight but refusing to pull the hitai-ate away. He could feel Gai's smile and a moment later a small bottle was pressed into his hands. Lee blushed and stumbled over a 'thank you' and then gasped as he felt Gai's hands on him, cool and slick as they trailed the length of his member. Lee groaned, hands shaking so badly he almost dropped the bottle as he automatically thrust his hips forward. He froze, half-curled over Gai as he tried to regain control that was fast slipping away. A few moments later he'd flipped the cap off the bottle, pouring some of the liquid onto his fingers before dropping the bottle to the floor. Cool hands slid over heated flesh; Gai gasped as one of Lee's fingers pushed into him before pressing back against it to force it deeper. Lee groaned softly as Gai's hand tightened on his member, fighting against his body's urging to push and take until he was sated and who cares how much it hurts later, instead adding another finger alongside the first. Gai caught Lee's lips with his own, his tongue writhing against Lee's between gasps and murmurs of encouragement and begging and promise and do it do it do it--
Lee pulled away from Gai's hands just enough to position himself, then slid forward as slowly as he could force himself to. It didn't help that Gai was pulling him forward wth hands on Lee's ass, forcing him in deeper until Lee's hips were tight against his. Lee let out a noise halfway between a whimper and a gasp - so hot, so tight - on the edge of orgasm already, and then Gai was moving under him, writhing and groaning and making noises Lee would never forget. He forced himself to pull away and then Gai was pulling him forward again, holding him in as deep as he could go. Even though he was still Lee couldn't seem to catch his breath, sweat running down his back and dripping from the tip of his nose. Then one of Gai's fingers was pressing into him from behind and he jolted backward against it with a gasp, his body torn between the sensations of taking and being taken.
Pushing and moving and groans and gasps that could be whimpers or words, heat and sweat and pressure - Lee thrust forward as hard as he could over and over, loving the noises Gai made and the way his muscles tensed, and Gai would return with a twist of his fingers that forced Lee backward just to feel them more. Then Gai was tightening around him and his back was arched so far his stomach was flush with Lee's, head thrown back between Lee's arms bracing against the sheets and he carried Lee with him, forcing him deeper inside as he came and his fingers touched something that pushed Lee over the edge and the world disappeared around them in lieu of the sensations within them.
Lee's arms gave out and he collapsed on top of Gai, shaking as he clutched at Gai's shoulders. His mouth was open as he gasped for breath, body still pulsing with the aftershocks of orgasm, and a whimper escaped him with every tensing of Gai's muscles.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Gai sighed as he forced one arm to come up from where it lay limply on the bed and set a hand on Lee's back. He trailed his fingers up and down the sweaty skin of Lee's spine lightly, then brought his hand up to gently massage the back of Lee's head with fingertips. Lee was mumbling something and had dropped off to sleep without removing the hitai-ate from his eyes. Gai undid the knot with one still slightly-shaking hand, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed.
"...Mm...mnn..." Lee murmured. With the brightness and angle of the moonlight, Gai could just make out his face. Lee's eyes were closed and a small smile was on his face, moving just enough for the syllable to repeat sleepily every now and again. But what struck Gai most was that every muscle about his eyes was relaxed. He brought a hand up to touch Lee's face gently. It was only in just the right light and at very short distances he could see anything with any sort of detail, and he treasured every night that the conditions were right to see Lee's face. He had grown his hair out, and his body was more proportional now, and his eyes had lost much of their roundness. He hardly resembled the tormented, frustrated little boy he had been when Gai first met him, and was much more mature and less eager to prove himself than when he had been a late genin.
In short, he'd grown up.
"Watashi no," Gai smiled as he brushed a finger across Lee's forehead to brush aside the bangs stuck there by sweat. He kissed each of Lee's closed eyelids lightly. "Anata no."
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This one's dedicated to my good friend Sanii. It was inspired by her Seme Lee picture(saniika deviantart com/art/BAD-ireireire-44941990?qby3Asaniika&qhsort3Atime+-in3Ascraps put periods where the spaces are between saniika/deviantart and deviantart/com), and she gave me ideas for a bunch of it -
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mmmmm sexy art from VC :D
vampireking deviantart com/art/Watashi-no-56470980 (put periods instead of spaces between vampireking/deviantart and deviantart/com)
Gai's scar is a bit too pronounced in his picture, check out my quick sketch to see a little closer to how it looks...
chima deviantart com/art/Gai-s-scars-56469561 (put periods instead of spaces between chima/deviantart and deviantart/com)