Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Photograph ❯ Mission ( Chapter 28 )

Theme #28: Wada Calcium 3

 

A/N: Please note that this is in two pieces. The actual fic is first. After that is a naughty, pointless, almost OOC bit of NC-17 nonsense. I labeled it OMAKE. If you don't like that kind of thing, skip it. There is no plot to be found there.

 

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“Lee!”

 

“Gai-sensei!”

 

“Lee!”

 

“Gai-sensei!”

 

“Lee!”

 

“We've got it already!” Kankuro glared at the two men, noisily embracing in the middle of Sungakure. “Who the fuck invited bushy brows senior, anyways?”

 

“When I heard of my adorable student's impending nuptials, I immediately requested time to come and congratulate him in person! He has seized the blossom of Springtime Love!” The sun flashed off of prominent, sparkling, glowing teeth.

 

“Holy crap.”

 

“Gai-sensei! I only sent that message four days ago, and the hawk should have taken at least two days. How did you get here so quickly?” Lee stood at attention, seemingly transfixed.

 

“I left Konoha one and a half days ago!”

 

“Incredible!” Lee's eyes were glowing. “A new record, Gai-sensei!”

 

“Yosh!” Gai struck his trademark pose while Lee stared at him, stars in his eyes.

 

“Did anyone warn Gaara about this?” Kankuro could remember the Kazekage's less then joyous reaction the last time he had seen Gai.

 

“No! It was a surprise for my adorable pupil and his youthful blossom!”

 

`Youthful . . . blossom . . . ` A small part of Kankuro's brain rolled over and died when he tried to connect that description to his brother. “I don't think you guys should just pop into Gaara's office. You know he doesn't like surprises.”

 

“But . . . “ Lee looked perplexed. “It is Gai-sensei!”

 

“Exactly. I'll go get him. You guys just hang out or train or something.”

 

“Of course, Kankuro-san. We will put this time to the best possible use. Lee! Lead the way to the training grounds!”

 

“Yosh!”

 

`I repeat. Holy crap.' Kankuro beat a hasty retreat, making a bee line for his brother's office. `He isn't going to like this.'

 

He found his brother standing at his window, staring down at the training grounds. `Too late.'

 

“He is here.”

 

“Yeah, found out about you two being engaged and decided to drop by as a surprise.”

 

A soft sigh ruffled the blood red hair. “Damn it.”

 

“Pretty much.” Kankuro came up next to his brother. Below them, the matched pair of Konoha jounin were running through some sort of a drill, barely visible as anything more then green blurs. “So, what `cha gonna do with them?”

 

“He is Lee's sensei.” Gaara turned away from the window and started to shrug off his robes of office. “He will want me to greet him.”

 

Kankuro's jaw dropped. “You are going to willingly go down there? While there's two of them? Man, you've got to be in love.” The puppet-nin froze when he realized what he had said, waiting for the explosion.

 

Gaara paused, staring at his own hand and the gold band around his left ring finger. A gift from his fiancé. “Yes.”

 

`I just saw my life flash before my eyes. I need to get laid more often.' Kankuro let out a lung full of air in a rush.

 

“You will be covering my next meeting.”

 

“No problem, kid. So long as its you dealing with the spandex twins and not me.” Feeling a sense of relief that did not usually come with boring-as-hell political meetings, the puppet-nin grabbed the appropriate folder off of his brother's desk. “Need anything specific from them?”

 

“Make them accept the proposal. I do not care how.”

 

Kankuro's chuckle turned dark as he flipped through the file. “Consider it done, kid.”

 

There was a hiss of sand, and the Kazekage was gone. Still flipping through the papers, the older brother dropped into his younger brother's chair, propping his feet up on the desk. `I'll bring Karasu. It'll be the shortest fucking meeting in history.'

 

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Losing control of a situation was something that Gaara was not particularly familiar with. He was the Kazekage, and had been so for years. All of the shinobi in his village, and even the desert itself, bowed to his will. But somehow he had lost all control of this situation.

 

“And to achieve this pinnacle so early in your path of life . . . “

 

That man had been going on like this non stop. For hours. While Lee sat and drank it in, complete with notes, Gaara played with the remnants of his dinner. He did not even like ramen, and yet he was sitting in a ramen stand with his fiancé and that insane sensei.

 

“Each path is unique, but they all lead to eternal youth and happiness! You must tend to . . . “

 

His arrival on the training grounds had lead to several very loud proclamations and an attempted `manly embrace'. The sand had leapt to block the mad man, and Gaara had done nothing to stop it. This had led to a speech. He was not sure what the point of it was, but Lee had grabbed onto him in a joint-popping bear hug at the end, obviously delighted. Another speech, and someone had decided that they would go to a ramen stand. Gaara was still trying to puzzle out how that had happened.

 

“Like any blossom, feed and water it well and it shall bloom eternal!”

 

“Yes, Gai-sensei!”

 

And now he was here. He had no idea how long he would be here, or if the sensei was ever going to shut up. He listlessly poked at his cold, soggy noodles and debated whether or not a desert coffin would be enough to stop the endless tirade.

 

“And so I have brought such a perfect test for you both! Behold, my adorable pupil. The mission!”

 

A package was dropped into Lee's lap. Gaara looked away from his noodles, pulled from his thoughts by the sudden silence. With slightly trembling hands, the pupil opened the package, revealing a collection of bottles, jars, and a scroll. While Lee unrolled the scroll, Gaara snagged one of the bottles. `Wada Calcium 3. What is this about?'

 

“Gai-sensei . . . “ Lee handed the package to Gaara and slammed into his sensei's chest. “Your recipe . . . “

 

“Yes, my student, this will be your mission as you prepare to join with your youthful blossom! Complete this task together!”

 

“Yes, Gai-sensei! Together, we will make your power dumplings!”

 

Gaara nearly dropped the bottle, staring at the two still embracing men. `This is about those dumplings?'

 

“I must leave tomorrow, Tsunade-sama has a crucial mission for me, but you must write me as soon as you have finished and tell me how your youthful efforts led you to your success!”

 

“Yosh!”

 

Setting the package on the counter, Gaara thought of his brother, sitting in a long, boring meeting. And envied him.

 

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OMAKE

 

“This will be a complicated and dangerous procedure. We must take great care to follow the instructions exactly!”

 

“I thought we were making your sensei's dumplings.”

 

“Exactly!” Lee beamed as he tied the apron's strings behind his back. “I have never before attempted such a feat. Gai-sensei has brought us all of the ingredients we need from Konoha, so it is time to put our skills to the test!”

 

Gaara lifted one of the bottles. “Wada Calcium 3?”

 

“For strong bones, of course!” Lee unfurled the instructions, letting them stretch across the kitchen table. “First we must make the dough to contain the powerful fillings.”

 

Gaara watched as Lee measured out some flour and dumped it into a bowl.

 

“You should help, too, Gaara-kun! We need two cups of water.”

 

Taking the offered measuring cup, Gaara retrieved the water while Lee continued to mumble and toss things into the bowl. With the water added, things were quickly becoming messy.

 

“Oh, sorry, Gaara-kun!” Lee used his thumb to wipe away some of the dough that had escaped from the bowl during his vigorous mixing.

 

Gaara noticed that the dough was on Lee's face as well, and reached up to remove it. The taijutsu master smiled brightly as the gesture.

 

“Thank you, Gaara-kun! Gai-sensei did warn me that this could be a messy process.”

 

Lee put Gaara in charge of the dough, leaving the perplexed redhead wrists deep in a sticky mess, while he started to toss ingredients into a different bowl for the filling.

 

“Salt, ginger, pepper, calcium, B6, B12, sugar, ginkgo . . . “

 

Gaara was stuck, and he could not use his sand to free his hands. The dough seemed to have glued itself to his fingers. “Lee.”

 

“Yes, Gaara-kun?”

 

“Get it off of me.”

 

“Hm? Oh!” Lee shook his own hands free of the filling mixture and went to rescue his fiancé. “It can be rather tricky. And I do not think this dough is quite right. I do not remember it being this sticky before.”

 

Lee came up behind him, working to free his hands while peering over his shoulder. Gaara noticed that some of the filling was smeared across his cheekbone. With his hands trapped, he used what was available.

 

Gaara's hands were forgotten with the feeling of a hot tongue running across Lee's skin. A shiver ran through the taijutsu master's body. As though someone had thrown a switch, the atmosphere changed. Gaara repeated the move, dragging across Lee's skin in a slow, sensual swipe.

 

Strong hands grabbed at Gaara's waist, ignoring the mess, and pulled him back against a hard chest. His pulse was accelerating, even as he made a last ditch attempt to get his hands free of the mess. With a growl of frustration, he yanked his hands out of the bowl and grabbed on to Lee's wrists, pushing his hips back to press against the man behind him. A soft gasp rushed past his ear, and the dumplings were suddenly a distant memory.

 

Twisting in his fiancé's grip, Gaara captured his mouth in a kiss. Ignoring the mess, he dragged his hands across Lee's back, hunting for that zipper. Kankuro was on a mission. They had the house to themselves. With a sharp tug he opened the back of the swath of green, giving him access to skin. Lee moaned against him. “Gaara-kun, we are making a mess.”

 

“Shut up.”

 

Gaara pulled the top off of Lee's shoulders, pushing it down his arms. He pushed the suit down until it caught on the apron still tied around the other man's waist. His first thought was to rip Temari's lavender apron off of him, but opted instead to yank the material out from underneath it. The spandex (and underwear) came to rest around Lee's knees, leaving him bare under the apron. Pink dusted Lee's cheeks when he realized how he must look with his clothes bunched around his legs and a tent in the front of the very feminine apron.

 

Gaara pulled Lee's head down, attacking his mouth again, as he dragged his fingers over the scarred body that he had revealed. Lee pressed against him, moaning softly into his mouth when Gaara stroked him through the apron. The redhead pulled back and broke away, barely giving his partner a chance to whimper before he had pushed him forward to lean on the table.

 

Dragging his nails down the tensed back, Gaara took a slow breath. He had only done this once. Usually Lee topped, but this time the Kazekage wanted to take control. He pushed his fear of harming Lee to the side as he trailed his fingers over the sensitive skin that had been exposed to him.

 

“Gaara-kun . . . “

 

That voice. That soft, pleading, sensual voice. It made Gaara's entire body tense, fighting the urge to move too quickly. Going up to the bedroom sounded like too much time, so he grabbed the bottle of oil that Lee had set out with the other ingredients. The liquid poured into his hands, sliding over his skin. When he touched Lee's entrance, the jounin jumped. Evidently, he had forgotten about the convenient source of lubricant.

 

There was a soft gasp as one finger slid in, followed by a second. Gaara slowly pushed and pulled, wringing whimpers, moans, and exclamations from the man spread out on the kitchen table. He put his free hand on the small of Lee's back, holding him down against the table.

 

“Please, Gaara-kun . . . “

 

Gaara's free hand moved to his pants, pulling them loose and pushing them down. His pulled his hand free of Lee, reaching for the oil again. He ran it over his length while the jounin in front of him continued to moan and whimper. Both of his hands moved to pin Lee's hips down, holding him still as he slowly pressed forward.

 

Wood cracked as Lee's hands clenched around the edge of the table. Gaara froze, eyes on the damage. “Lee.”

 

“Please, Gaara-kun! Please!”

 

Eyes closed, the Kazekage pressed forward again, not stopping until he was flush against Lee's body. He was panting as though he had just been through an S-rank battle, and there would be bruises across his partner's hips. He drew out carefully before driving forward again. Lee gasped underneath him. The table shifted as he thrust again. His control was slipping with each tiny movement, that divine friction wrapped around his aching length.

 

He pulled back and slammed forward. Lee groaned and arched, pressing back against him, meeting each of his thrusts. The rhythm accelerated, becoming brutal. The table creaked under them, but neither of them cared. The world had collapsed to this one moment. Gaara slid his hand from Lee's hip and down to his erection, wrapping his still slick fingers around the taut skin. With a desperate sound, Lee ground into that friction while Gaara slammed into him. His body tensed and arched.

 

The heat and pressure was more then Gaara could handle. With a whisper soft moan, he exploded inside of his love, pressing his forehead against Lee's back. His breath rasped across his lover's sweaty back, ruffling his sweaty hair.

 

Lee moved underneath him, pushing himself up from the table. Gaara opened his eyes when he heard a familiar chuckle. “What?”

 

“I think we are going to have to start over.” Lee turned around, revealing the dough smeared across his body.

 

“Showers first. Then we try again.” Gaara trailed a finger through the mess.

 

Still chuckling, the jounin flicked some dough from the Kazekage's nose. “I do not think this is what Gai-sensei had in mind when he told us to complete this task together.”

 

Gaara grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, despite the fact that Lee was struggling to walk with his clothing bunched around his knees. “I certainly hope that this is not what your sensei was thinking of.”

 

Lee hitched his clothing up enough so that he could walk and looked at the soiled apron he was still wearing. “Gaara-kun?”

 

“Hm.”

 

“I do not think we should give this apron back to Teamri-san.”

 

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“What the fuck did you guys do to the table?!”