'Well, Gaara, what do you want me to do?'

I stare down into his eyes: misty from his tears, determined by his nightmare, loving by his own nature. Hands drift down my chest, going lower until they reach the hemline and then pull the black material up. Around my waist, he began to rub his legs against me, pushing and pulling us together and apart until we're grinding against each other. Never, not once, does he look away.

'Well, Gaara, what do you want me to do?'

I clench one hand into the pillow his head rests on, and then I lower my mouth to his neck and suckle on it, marking him, again, as mine. Two different lifetimes, two different lives, and he is still mine.

"Gaara?"

"Lee."

"… Are you…nervous?" A nonexistent rise of the eyebrows and a dry expression answers his question. Lee looks back to the wall, face flushed red as he grips onto the blankets upon our bed. "R-right…"

"I want you to…" He looks to me now with need, not only in lust, but for an answer. He's desperate to know how he can make up for dying on me. That will never happen, not anything he could ever do could make up for that; but he's hoping anyway. I can tell because his hands are trembling against my body and his mouth is wobbling as if he is whispering something beneath his breath. Keeping my one hand in the pillow next to his face, I droop my head low so I can feel the slightest pressure of his lips against my own.

I eye him curiously, my hands holding his hips in place as I nibble on the sensitive skin to be found on his inner thigh. With each motion of my teeth and lips, he shudders, interesting sounds escaping his throat as he clenches and unclenches his fists in the sheets. "Is there a reason why I should be nervous?" He looks down to me, eyes wide and mouth gaping open and close. When I become impatient, I bite down on the flesh I am holding, making him yelp as he tosses his head back. When he looks back to me, panting and trying to reach me with his hands, he stares at me with cautious and lustful eyes.

"This is new…for both of us." I almost feel the humor of the situation. Since when has he feared the unknown?

There is a stretch of time where I say no more, just feeling him beneath my hands again and staring into his obsidian eyes as he feels me too. Every hiss he draws from me, I drag a whimper or moan out of him. Our bodies are the only virgins here, Lee and I know very well how this goes.

I clench my teeth, an amazing pressure tightening around my member as I push slowly into him. I have one hand holding onto his ass, keeping me on course, and the other is petting his hair, a human instinct of comfort I did not even know I possessed. He bites his lip, gripping my shoulders in a tight grip, luckily not with any true strength behind it. The signs of discomfort he shows disturb me; he has been through many different forms of torture and pain; if this one entrance causes him so much unease, than it must truly be painful. I begin to pull out, I have remained celibate up until now, as long as I don't ever hurt him, I can remain that way.

"Gaara, please! What do you want me to do?" He begs, one of his hands traveling between us and grabbing my own that holds me above him. For a brief moment, I support myself on the hand that had been caressing his abdomen so I can position my other one differently, and then my fingers are entwined with his, my right and his left hand exploring the others body.

"No!" He grabs me and pulls me against him, wrapping both legs around my waist so I can not escape him. The incredible heat and sensation of having him partially around me causes me to buck forward, inching that much more into him. There is a second where he is tense, tension running through him as he continues to try and adapt to the foreign intrusion.

"I won't hurt you." I state, looking into his determined black orbs.

"But you will not, Gaara! I know you do not mean too." He wiggles slightly, a grimace coming over his face, and then was gone in a flash. "I must get used to it, that is all!"

Panting, I attempt to leave the circle of his legs. "By the time you experience that pleasure, I won't have enough control left to make sure you experience it equal to my own." Lee blinked in surprise, and then began to slowly smile.

"Am I bringing you that much pleasure, Gaara, that you can not control yourself?"

He doesn't belong on red sheets, I conclude as I stare down at the resolved innocence of his eyes and then the dark blood color of the pillows beneath him. Already naked, our clothes having been shed in haste, I don't like him on the color at all. I close my eyes for a moment, attempting to rid myself of the sight of his blood spreading. Reopening my eyes, it's all I can see: Lee's life draining into the ground, his eyes glazing over in death as his usually heated body became cold as the desert's night chill. I seal them again, tightly, and then I flip us so he is above me, looking down upon me in bemusement.

"Ride me." He blinks in surprise, a red blush spreading, then he shyly touches his fingers to his own mouth. I snarl at him, grabbing his wrist. "No." His eyes shoot to mine, confused, and I replace his fingers with mine. "I will make sure that you're ready." His blush intensifies, but he willingly opens his mouth and takes my digits in where he sucks on them gently and harshly, bathes them with his tongue and moans around them.

I growl, despising how quickly I was losing my mental and physical restraints. My hips twitched subtly forward, overwhelmed by how it felt to be in another, and then gave a less subtle push that put another two inches of my member into his hard body. When he gasped, a tone of pleasure, I gave another experimental push forward, watching his eyes as they closed and he threw his head back.

"Gaara, more!"

"Are you ready?" I had to ask, because I didn't want him to hurt at all. He whined, and then shoved onto my hips. I hissed, eyes rolling back into my skull for a second as I felt my entire length engulfed into him. It felt as if I were on fire, but there wasn't any pain; only a threatening feeling, as if, if I didn't move, he might just swallow me whole.

"More than ready, love."

I remove my fingers, leaning up and supporting myself on my elbows so I can try to devour him again. He advances upon my kiss, touching his tongue to my lips, and then storming in to tangle again with my own tongue. As the battle rages, I trail my soaked fingers from his hip, around to the small of his back, and then down to the crease of his ass. Prodding, I searched for his entrance, and then slowly drove one finger into it, massaging the muscles I broke through in an attempt to relax them. Against my lips, Lee grits his teeth, and I press my forehead to his in comfort.

"It's going to be okay." I whisper against his lips, feeling his skin with every breath I made. Against my own lips, I feel him smile, my eyes too connected into his eyes to see it, though.

"I know…" Panting, he brushes a kiss upon my cheek before tucking his head beneath my chin, gripping onto my shoulders as he shudderend and tensed. "I know that you are going to make it as good for me as you possibly can…"

I start out slow, testing his endurance at first. Every little movement forward, and I only want to slam fully within. I want to give into this aggression, this wildness that has risen within me. Despite his tightness, the heat, the absolute excitement of the experience, only flashes of pleasure dart up my spine. This could hardly be what lovers come together for. Maybe my senses are deadened; Lee is most certainly enjoying this. He begins sobbing, and I assume he is close. At the last moment, he grabs onto my one wrist holding me above him, his eyes staring directly into mine. Right as I feel his muscles contract around me, he smiles around his own release.

"Gaara!" He screams, his whole body arching beneath me as he tangles his fingers with my own. This is the moment of the most pleasure I have ever experienced, feeling as if he is about to successfully devour me as he squeezes my member tightly. "Let go!" He screams again, looking blindly into my eyes, a sob breaking from his lips. I haven't stopped moving, trying to find that completion that he has found. "Release yourself!"

That is what I'm trying to do; trying to find my own release. Uncomprehending, I continue on at my shallow pace, confident that if I can continue to have Lee squeeze around me as such and always stare up at me with such lust and desperation I will also have an orgasm. He shakes his head wildly from side to side.

"Gaara!" He shoves back upon me, and I can feel the quivering flesh of his legs as he turns my own pace into something harsh and… fulfilling. Those flashes of pleasure become something striking and aflame. Suddenly, I understand. He wasn't talking about finishing with him, he wants me to lose control…

After I am done stretching him with the third finger, I remove them, trailing the fingers across his skin as I switch my gaze down to stare at the wet path I leave behind. He begins to crawl backwards, moving down my body. I quickly figure out what he wants to do, his tongue darting out to wipe at his lips as he stares down at my cock. I grab him, pulling back upon me, and holding him there with a savage growl. I don't think I can keep my erection if I saw him with the background of my bed sheets. They… don't need to be part of the picture right now. I'm going to have to change the color scheme of my room if I keep having this aversion to seeing lee with anything that looked like blood…

I rub my still soaked fingers up and down my own shaft, causing me to pump once into my own hand, before I hold it up, pointed towards Lee's entrance. I lick my lips, shuddering at the sight of our bodies about to be joined; my own cock ready to enter him, his is weeping and looking dejected.

"Lee…" He swivels his head back towards me, eyes wide and his breath puffing in and out. He grips with sharp nails onto my abdomen, legs spread apart for my entrance. As my tip touches against the ring of virgin muscles guarding him, I growl, unable to stop myself from bucking up slightly. The very tip passes through, followed by part of the head, Lee gasps, throwing his head back. I shove my head back into my pillows. "touch yourself, Lee. I want to see you touch yourself."

He whimpers, the head of my dick forcing it's way into him, finally, and I pause. I wait for, both his discomfort to dissipate, and for him to follow my order. Haltingly, he places his own hand to his member, beginning to rub the head of his erection shyly, spreading the white liquid there. I watched with adamant attention, breathing harshly through clenched teeth as I watched him pleasure himself.

"Is this what you want?" I ask him as he thrashes about, thrusting against me with no specific tempo.

"Yes! G-Gaara, yes!" I do not repeat my question after that, I merely lean backwards so I'm no longer supported on my arms, and then grab each of his thighs. I pull them as far apart as I can, and then began to shove with all of my strength, the pleasure that had been flashes becoming a full-out flame throughout my entire body. Beneath me, he screams. "G-Gaara! I love you, love you, love… OH, Love you!"

As he distracts himself, I continue to push forward, slowly destroying myself as I change him from love to lover once again. By the time he was seated fully upon me, he was nothing but a lusting, thrashing creature. I grab the wrist of the hands pumping himself, and then thrust myself further up into him.

"Ride me."

My movement becomes irregular, my body shuddering and sweating as I am dragged up into some sort of an ethereal high. Gasping, I collapse against his chest, one arm tiredly wrapping around his shoulders as he attempts to regain normalcy as well. My limp member, despite my order to remain, to retain that feeling of completion, slips out of him, plopping back into it's usual deflated appearance.

After only seconds, Lee wrapped his arms around my neck, curling himself until he had his head tucked beneath my chin. Noise like purrs began to escape him as he nuzzled my collar bone. Slipping off of him, he kept his tight hold, pushing into my side with a contented sigh.

"Gaara?"

"Lee."

"I am in love with you." I blink, and then brush a kiss into his ruffled black hair. I know that, but I don't think I know how to say it back. Love… is a deceiving emotion. I hear him chuckle slightly. "Gaara? I am willing to die for you to prove that I love you." He removes his head from my chest to look into my eyes. Lazily, surprising enough as it seems, he performs the 'Good Guy Pose', by only pointing one thumb towards the ceiling. "If I must wait lifetimes to hear you say it, Gaara, than I shall! Only know, that one day, I shall get you to admit aloud your love for me! Or I shall forever keep trying to get you to admit to your love!"

I merely stare down at him, impassively startled by his oblivious innocence. I could have sworn I had already claimed my love for him… Maybe… Most love is not proven by killing a man meaning harm to that lover? Such as I had done with the bone wielder…

He falls asleep, hands tucked beneath his chin, his head again under my own. One arm is casually wrapped around his body, the green comforter upon the bed thrown carelessly across our hips for discreteness. As a Kazekage, I am always on stolen time; I don't want to have another person to set eyes upon my now-lover. I drag one hand through his hair, drifting the other till it rests over his heart.

"Lee… I already love you.." I sealed my eyes shut, feeling the not-yet-comfortable darkness signaling sleep coming over me. "But if I tell you… You won't have any more reason to remain with me. So, I will show you…"

"Gaara?" Lee lies against my chest, one leg over mine, one arm carelessly tossed over my side, his head resting right above me heart. His breathing is slow, already somewhere between being awake and sleeping. I pause a moment in my stroking of his hair to signal that I'm listening, and then I continue playing with the rave-black locks. "What do you think your heart is saying?" The last two words were slurred, Lee's lax body covered in marks of my possession of him. I close my eyes in thought, and know before I even open them again that he is already asleep. Regardless, I answer the question.

"It's saying 'I Live For Lee'… I snort at that; that is so amazingly corny. But I've listened to my own heartbeat before, and I can swear that that is exactly what it's saying.

In the morning, Lee is leaning over me, smiling brightly. I blink, and then turn over, trying to regain the most peaceful rest I have had since my supposed death. "Gaara!" lee complains. I sigh in regret, and then turn back to him. Upon having my attention, he smiled brightly, his body still void of clothing as he kneels over me. I can hardly stop myself from looking him over; he is mine now, I can do as I wish. "Gaara! I have discovered what my heart has been saying my entire life!"

I considered it for a moment, and then looked into his eyes. "Lub Dub?" He pouts down at me, a feeling of having been mocked rising from him. Clearly, I answered it wrong. As quickly as the depression had set in, it disappears, and Lee kisses me deeply. With no quarrel, I lean up into it, suddenly uncaring of my unwelcome awakening.

He breaks away from me, a small blush on his face as he smiles widely again. "It is saying 'Gaara's'! Even my heart knew that you would be my most special person, is that not wonderful?"

I stare up into his eyes, curious as to why that pink blob had been so careless in her care of this boy. Apparently, she had never known what she was passing up. Instead of answering, I turn away again, followed by Lee's whine to get up. And, secretly, I calculate the chances of whether or not I can get away with missing my meeting today. I don't want to ever leave him behind…

I hope he's right; if I only get one lifetime with him, I'm going to be pissed, and someone's going to get Sabaku Kyuu'd.