Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Photograph ❯ Explanation ( Chapter 15 )

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Ladies and Gentlemen (and those who aren't sure or refuse to be shoved into that kind of a pigeonhole), please note the rating! I very rarely do this, but the boys will be getting frisky. If you don't want to read it, watch for this symbol: ~*~*~ When you hit it, stop reading and scroll down to where you see it again. That way you miss the smut but not the plot (plot? What plot?). Thank you for your kind attention, and on to the pr0n, I mean, fic!

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No matter how many times Gaara stole Lee away with his transportation jutsu, it weirded the taijutsu master out. One second he was standing at the edge of camp, Gaara warm and responsive in his arms, and the next he was squinting against flying sand grains. When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in the middle of nowhere with Gaara still pressed tightly against him.

 

Not that he minded when Gaara would whisk him away. It gave Lee a taste of what all of his friends could do as easily as breathing. `I would thank Gaara for sharing that with me, but I know he would not understand.'

 

The Kazekage was studying him, examining each feature. “And what was that about?”

 

Lee blushed. “You . . . you did not like it?”

 

“I never said that. You are usually more discreet when other people are around.”

 

“Oh.” Lee scratched at the back of his neck. “I guess I forgot they were there. I was just so excited to see you!”

 

Gaara was giving him that look again. The one where Lee was a convoluted puzzle, and that he needed to be solved. “I was gone for one hour.”

 

“Well, yes, but Naruto had an excellent talk with me and I figured something out!” Lee noticed the furrow on Gaara's brow, and the Kazekage had pulled back a bit. He was being too loud again, overwhelming the other man. He offered a sheepish smile and decided to stay right where he was instead of using the good guy pose. Gaara still had questions about that bit of Lee's behavior, but he understood touch. With a feather soft touch that belied his battle scars, Lee ran his fingers through the blood red hair. “I have found my most precious person.”

 

In Lee's mind, Gaara would be surprised, then touched. There would probably be kissing and murmured terms of affection. He got the surprised look, all right, but from there it kind of fell apart.

 

“And who is it.”

 

It took Lee a moment to turn his romantic mind off enough to realize that Gaara was well past agitated. The Kazekage looked pissed, sand rising up around him in a hiss. `How did I blow this one?'

 

“I am willing to fight your Hokage to keep you here. I will take care of this problem as well.” Gaara's hands clenched around Lee's arms, tight enough to bruise. “You are not going anywhere. Tell me who it is.”

 

Lee couldn't help but smile. Only with Gaara could a proclamation like this include bruises and rage. “It is you, Gaara.”

 

The sand froze. Gaara's eyes narrowed as he studied Lee. “Me.”

 

“Of course it is you. Who else could it be?”

 

The sand fell away to tumble around their feet like a confused puppy. “I am your most precious person.”

 

“Yes.” Lee slipped both arms around Gaara and pulled him in tightly. “Just you.”

 

“How do you know that?”

 

“Naruto helped me to figure it out. Just seeing you is the highlight of my day! You are precious to me, and I would do anything for you. That is how I know.”

 

Gaara set his forehead against Lee's shoulder, his voice muffled by the jounin vest. “Are you sure?”

 

There it was. The fain hint of madness that Gaara would show when pushed to his limits. Lee had learned to listen very closely for that voice. He used one finger to pull Gaara's chin up, looking into his eyes. “Positive. You are my most precious person, Gaara of the Desert, and I will keep saying it until you believe it.”

 

Gaara gave him a look.

 

“Not all tonight, silly. I will say it for days, weeks, months, even years if I have to!” Lee trailed his fingers along Gaara's jaw line. “So long as you want me here, I will keep saying it to you.”

 

The hands that had gone passive tightened again, yanking Lee down so that they were nose to nose. “I told you. You are not going anywhere.”

 

“Then I have plenty of time.” Lee gave Gaara a peck on the end of his nose.

 

The Kazekage went cross eyed, trying to study his own nose. “You are not doing it right.”

 

Lee burst out laughing before brushing feather light kisses on both of Gaara's cheeks. “There is no wrong way to kiss someone, Gaara.”

 

“But I like this way better.” Gaara's mouth pressed against Lee's, hungry and demanding.

 

Lee could not control the small moan that eased from his throat. Everyone knew that the Kazekage was a genius, but he was the only one that knew that his genius included his ability to kiss. Gaara had taken the idea of open mouth kissing and run with it, leaving Lee a quivering mess of green spandex. His world collapsed, leaving missions, campsites, and proclamations behind to focus in on where his body connected with Gaara.

 

The Kazekage pressed against him, almost desperate. When he was forced to pull his mouth free to breathe, he pressed his cheek against Lee's so that his mouth rested near his ear. “I do not understand. Any of this.”

 

Lee brushed his cheek against Gaara's flawless skin, pulling the scent of him into his lungs. “I can try to explain . . .”

 

“No.” Gaara's hands tightened again, leaving another set of finger shaped bruises. “Just show me.”

 

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Lee's breathing picked up. Those words had developed such meaning for him, and having Gaara say them while clinging desperately to him . . . it was more then even his famous will power could handle. In an instant Gaara was flat on his back, pinned down by Lee's weight. The gourd tumbled to the side, strap snapped. There was a quiet sound, suspiciously like a whimper, when Lee ravaged Gaara's mouth. For once, the jounin was not going to worry about propriety or romance or `taking it slow'.

 

Rough, bandaged hands dragged down Gaara's sides, plucking at the layers of clothing he wore. `How the . . . I am surprised he can run around without dropping from heat stroke. Where do I even start?' With a growl of frustration, Lee lifted himself away. Gaara immediately went to his elbows, glaring. “What.”

 

“This has to go.” Lee pulled Gaara's vest open, pushing it out of his way. The Kazekage quickly caught on and shrugged the vest the rest of the way off before it suffered the same fate as his gourd. With Lee's assistance, he also shrugged out of the long, black jacket and pulled his shirt off.

 

In the moonlight, Gaara's pale skin seemed to glow. Flawless and beautiful. Lee trailed his fingers over the exposed skin, his heart thudding in his chest. Gaara was sill propped up on his elbows while Lee straddled his thighs, drinking in the sight. Sure, he had seen Gaara without a shirt. The Kazekage slept in just a pair of drawstring pants, and he had no qualms about wandering around the house late at night like that. But this was different. Now he could touch. He pressed both hands against the flawless skin, forcing Gaara back down to the ground. Remembering the earlier conversation about kissing, Lee decided to prove his point. He lowered his mouth to Gaara's neck, trailing hot kisses over his skin. Underneath him, the pale body pressed up while hands pulled at his arms. There was a soft whisper of breath, a catch, that could easily be interpreted as a gasp. Lee set out to cause that sound again.

 

One of Gaara's hands released Lee's arm to grab onto the pull for his vest's zipper. Gaara's eyes were open, obviously trying to concentrate despite Lee's best efforts, as he dragged the zipper open. Deciding that turn about was fair play, Lee sat up long enough to pull the offending garment away before returning to Gaara's chest. His tongue ran along the wiry muscles, mapping out the results of the Kazekage's retraining. The muscles tensed and twitched under his ministrations while Gaara slid his hands around Lee's back to untie his headband, tied at his waist as usual. The symbol for Konoha was set on top of the discarded vest.

 

Lee knew that Gaara was frustrated with all of the green spandex. Even as his breath caught when Lee dragged his tongue over a nipple, Gaara's hands were roaming his body, looking for a way to get rid of all of that green. With a chuckle, Lee pushed Gaara's hand to the hidden zipper running down the back. The zipper was pulled down, exposing skin slong Lee's back. Gaara slid his hands along the opening, savoring the contact while pulling the clothing open. Lee sat up to pull his arms free, jumpsuit falling to hand low around his waist. Gaara immediately sat up, running one finger down Lee's chest. There was some chest hair, trailing down into a line that disappeared beneath his clothing.

 

Lee's breathing was raged, his chest rising and falling as Gaara trailed his fingers over his skin. The jade green eyes looked up to capture the onyx ones.

 

“This. I wanted this. But I still want more.” Gaara's brow furrowed. “What do I want?”

 

Lee bent down, pressing Gaara back down to the sand and taking his mouth once again. Summoning up all of his courage, since this was uncharted territory for him as well, Lee ran one hand down to drag his fingers under the waistband of Gaara's pants. The body underneath him arched up, looking for more contact. Taking this as encouragement, Lee dragged the waistband down further, exposing a hip. `Is this right? Am I going too fast?' Lee started to sit up, to ask Gaara a question, but was dragged back down forcefully.

 

“Don't you dare.” Gaara's voice was little more then a growl as he dragged his fingers down Lee's back, nails biting into skin. “Finish what you started. Make me understand.”

 

Lee felt dizzy as he slid his other hand down, dragging the waistband down on the other side. Gaara obliged him by lifting his hips, allowing the material to be pulled away. Lee gripped one hip while kissing Gaara, trying to regather himself and his courage. He was painfully aroused, and Gaara was pressed hard against him. There was no way out now. Gaara would not just let it end here. Lee's hand trailed over tense skin, moving towards the hard length that he had exposed.

 

As soon as his hand brushed against Gaara, the jade green eyes flew open. “Yes.” The hips twitched, pushing his arousal along Lee's hand. Gaara's eyes slid closed again. One hand abandoned it's grip on Lee's arm to trail down his body, targeting the hard ache. “You want the same thing. Your body changed, too.”

 

Lee nodded his head, unable to speak with feather soft touches trailing over his erection that ached so fiercely. His hips gave a small twitch, despite his best efforts.

 

“Others react like this?”

 

Lee nodded again, forcing himself to breath. “It's only human, considering what we're doing.”

 

“Human?” Gaara sat up on his elbow, his touch firming. Lee gasped and pushed forward before he could stop himself. “You think I am human?”

 

Lee dragged his fingers over Gaara's length, making the man shudder. “I know you are.”

 

“Prove it.” Gaara threw his free arm around Lee's neck, supporting himself as he attacked the offered mouth.

 

Lee could scarcely concentrate, but his hand started to set a rhythm. Underneath him, Gaara's breathing was becoming erratic. The pale hips twitched, pressing up hard. The kiss became fierce, Gaara biting at Lee's lips while his hand mimicked Lee's movements. Porcelain smooth hands slid over spandex while his own bandaged hands dragged across skin.

 

With a frustrated sound, Gaara plunged his hand inside of Lee's jumpsuit, wrapping his hand around the hidden length. Lee broke off the kiss to press his head to Gaara's shoulder, eyes squeezed tight. He wouldn't last long. He had been haunted by those dreams for so long . . . Ignoring Gaara's warning growl, Lee pulled his gand up to his face, using his teeth to pull his bandage loose. When his hand returned to Gaara, it was bare skin that dragged against him.

 

Gaara was now blindly thrusting up into Lee's grip. He continued to stroke at Lee, making the jounin moan and gasp into his shoulder. Lee was close, so close, but he was not going alone. He forced himself to concentrate on Gaara, the way his body was heaving beneath him and how his free hand kept clinging to him as though he might go away.

 

`Never.'

 

Gaara's body jerked, going tense, as he rasped out, “Lee!”

 

`I am never leaving you.'

 

Lee's world exploded when he felt Gaara climax beneath him, crying out his name. He was fairly certain that he had said Gaara's name, but it was all a blur. When he became aware of his surroundings again, he was in a sweaty, sticky tangle with Gaara, resting his head on the Kazekage's shoulder. Gaara was still gasping for breath, his body shaking ever so slightly.

 

“I think Kankuro is confused.”

 

Lee chuckled weakly, refusing to give up his resting spot. “So, this made sense?”

 

Gaara turned his head, brushing his face against Lee's head. “With you, yes.”

 

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Lee was whistling. He didn't whistle very often, since he really had very little skill for it, but he just could not seem to stop himself. The whole world just seemed so bright and cheerful to him. The rest of the team, minus Gaara, was giving him odd looks. Some seemed confused, while others could not look him in the eye. Lee shrugged it off. Nothing could possibly be wrong. He whistled along, smiling at Temari when he pulled up alongside her. “The sky is just the perfect shade of blue today. What do you think?”

 

Naruto grinned, running up alongside Shikamaru. “Guess what, genius? I win the bet. Lee sooo got laid last night. Pay up!”

 

Lee tripped over his own feet. He would have slammed into the ground face first if the sand had not mysteriously jumped up to save him. Blushing madly, Lee stared at the rest of the team. `How did they know?'