Author's Note: I'm really disappointed that the review that made me want to start writing this fic again was made by someone not using an FF log in. Despite that however, I must say a heart felt thank you to you, "...", whoever you are. For anyone not understanding me, look in the reviews for this fic. I'm really happy that people are even now reading my fic's, even if coming across by chance, it means that you're searching for the right thing. I hope I can continue to please, since I've been on a writing hiatus for some time.

Random knowledge: Listening to Cragga - Please Mr. Postman while writing this. If you like dupstep, you will love this remix.

Usual disclaimer: I do not own, as afformentioned, if you believe I do - You're too immature to be reading this.

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Your lover of pain,
Kushurimi.
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"Lee..." Came out the breathy whisper. Sasuke coughed lightly to try and explain away the momentary lapse in his verbal composure. "Rock Lee," he started again, "I had to..." Sasuke blanched.

Lee was standing in front of him, palm raised to the Uchiha's chest, open as ever, yet somehow seeming different... more refined perhaps. A slight curl to the fingers, that was it. It allowed a flick to the attacks that gave a spring like effect, allowing a greater leverage and momentum force. It was really quite ingenious, and undoubtedly deliberate. It was something that Gai had never done, nor had Lee when they knew each other last. It was the experimental work of a true prodigy. It was quite breath-taking... Concentrate Sasuke! He quickly chastised himself. He was not here to get lost in the perfect physical being that was Rock Lee. That was not his purpose. Nice bonus though.

"As much as I am glad to see that you have returned, you are an S-rank missing nin, and therefore I must at the very least ask you to state your purpose."

"My purpose?" Sasuke quandried rhetorically. He had to think about that. What exactly was his purpose? How could he answer that without sounding cliché , or making Lee think that he meant something more sinister than he actually did? In the end, it came down to one thing. "You."

"Sasuke, I hope that you do not mean for me to join you in your constant misdeads?" Lee was, for the first time in a long time, worried. Sasuke, although slower than him, could easily kill him. Such was the difference in skill between a genius and a prodigy. Thanks to his best friend, Hyuuga Neji, at least it didn't hurt anymore.

Lee gasped as his hand was knocked away, and Sasuke's face was an inch from his. Perhaps he wasn't faster? No. This was the legendary God's Speed, a jutsu only achieved through the complete unlocking of the sharingan. The exact same move was used on Gai by Kakashi. It was unsurprising that Sasuke could use it.

"Recognition, acceptance, and lust; those are the things I see with my eyes in yours." Sasuke whispered to Lee's lips.

Lust? Those eyes truly are very... Neji's could never...

Gone.

He was gone, just like that, God's speed utilised once again. His chakra was gone, his body was gone, and those oh so perfect lips were gone. All within his grasp, and now he was alone again. Lee crumpled to the ground, rubbing his eyes with one hand in consideration of the growing headache, and pressing pressure points with the other to relieve himself of the growing erection.

Today had been a long day, and this time he didn't feel like he could confide in Neji or Gai.

"Kakashi-sempai?"

"Yes Lee?"

"What does the Tsukiyomi feel like?"

"Hmm, bit of a random question, and knowing you, there's something behind it. What's on your mind?"

Lee pondered this for a moment before replying. "I was talking to Neji, and we got onto the topic of kekkai genkis, more specifically the ocular jutsus."

"I see. Well I guess it can't hurt to let you know, although I hope for your sake you never have to endure it. The Tsukiyomi, to give a little background, is set in a plain outside of our understanding. Each sharingan user who unlocks the Mangekyou gains a different kind of control over the Tsukiyomi. For example, I can use my control over it to send objects - or people - to a different place. However Sasuke's and Itachi's, from reports, are the same. I tell you this, because Itachi's is the one I experienced, and because Sasuke's is the most likely for you to run in to."

"I see. That makes sense, please continue Kakashi-sempai!" Lee replied with a thumbs up. Kakashi cringed at the reminder of his 'eternal rival'.

"Well, basically, Itachi shattered the preconception of it being purely ocular." Lee looked puzzled at this. "Sorry, let me reword that. You can be affected by it, not just through the eyes, but also by channeling the chakra otherwise. Itachi, for example, uses the Akatsuki ring on his finger to channel it." God, he's as bad as Gai. He asks about something, and then needs three times as much explanation as everyone else. Well, perhaps except Naruto. "When it's cast on you, it's a feeling of weightlessness, and then when you find yourself in the Tsukiyoki world, it's like waking up from a dream, except you find yourself in a nightmare."

"I understand that Kakashi, thank you. However I was wondering more specifically what it is like to be in the 'plain' itself?" I hope I don't ask too much, Lee thought to himself.

"Hmm. Well.. hmm. How best to explain." Kakashi scratched his mask in thought. "I guess I'll put it like this. The Tsukiyomi plain can be anything the caster wants it to be, since it's a form of genjutsu. And I mean literally anything. It can last for as long or short as you want in real life, and it can feel as long or short while the jutsu is cast on you. Does that help you Lee?" Please say yes...

"Yes! Thank you very much Kakashi-sempai!" Lee gave a bow, and disappeared in lightening speed.

"Hmm. Odd fellow you've found there Gai. Odd indeed. I guess that's down to nurture." With a sigh, Kakashi poofed off to go and do whatever he does. Hiding from Gai most likely.

Lee anxiosly awaited for his sensei to leave. This really wasn't common practise for him, for nothing was better than Gai sensei's company, well, apart from maybe one thing. Maybe. And he, Rock Lee, intended to find out.

"You seem restless Gai-sensei."

"Vigilent as ever Lee! Well noticed." Gia's over-zealous voice rang out. "I wish for a challenge with my eternal rival! But he is nowhere to be found. We are still tied after the last match at 4723 each." Lee knew exactly what to say.

"I was just speaking to him Gai-sensei! I think he had to get a mission from the Hokage Tower. If you go now, you could catch him!"

"You'rrrrrrrrrrre right Lee! May the power of youth prevail!"... and with that Gai was gone.

Now I see what people mean.

"You can come out now Sasuke-san."

"I should give you more credit, he's harder to get rid of than Ino." The dark tone replied.

"Please do not talk about Gai-sensei in that way Sasuke-san."

"Hn." Sasuke was now once again, close enough that Lee could feel the warm breath on his lips. It was tantalising in a way that words could not do justice, which was more than last time. In fact. Everything feels better. "I developed this jutsu for torture, initially, although I found it had... other uses." Sasuke whispered, eyes blazing crimson. "Nikuyoku, or sensual no jutsu. The world, as it were is your oyster, everything has suddenly become one hundred times more sensative. This includes pain, but as you will notice moreso, pleasure.

Lee's lips were suddenly on fire, his whole body melted to the Uchiha's touch as he gave a light kiss, a mere brush of the lips. This was pure ecstacy, and at the same time torture. Lee's entire body was crying out for sexual release, but he could do nothing. The simple warm gaze from the crimsons eyes encompassed his mind and body fully, the soft blood red invading his mind. He could feel the warm pull of his muscles, rushing to a painful - very painful in fact - erection, throbbing as though the spandex were several times too small for his groin, until eventually, the soft pink lips toying at his own opened as the kiss was deepened.

The effect was explosive, instantaneous, and one he would not forget for a long time.

Was this love? Or lust? Or was it simply this jutsu, and the slip of a beautiful man in his arms? Lee didn't know. But as Sasuke teased the least intimate places on his body, for an abnormal effect, he knew one thing.

He couldn't care less.

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