Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Research ❯ Chapter 1

A/N: If you're looking for cute, happy, flowers and hearts? Wrong story. Please note the rating, `cause I'm not kidding this time. Having said that, please enjoy! I don't own the characters or the universe they sit in.

 

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What made someone human?

 

Gaara certainly did not know. For most of his life, he had been an example of exactly what was not human. But then he died and everything changed. Suddenly he was human. But he still had no idea what it meant.

 

In a crowded apartment, carefully balancing a beer, he considered the question again for the millionth time in the three years that had passed since his death. What was human? How did he truly become one? If you asked anyone, they would tell you that he had made great progress. The fact that he was currently at a party in Konoha was direct evidence of this, but he knew he was only playing a part, going through learned motions. Something was still missing. It was like an itch on his back that he just could not reach.

 

“Yeah, he bats for the other team. I thought everyone knew that!” Naruto drained his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Hell, how else could he go on a date with Sakura and not even kiss her after chasing her for so long. He's gay, or he's dead and just hasn't noticed yet.”

 

“Gay, as in happy?” Gaara took a drink from his own beverage. Alcohol was a part of being human that he quite enjoyed. Someone on his right snickered, and he leveled a glare that cleared that end of the couch. Even in a casual shirt and pants, gourd conspicuously absent, he was still the Kazekage and rumored to be the equal of a sannin.

 

“No, gay as in `don't drop the soap in the barracks' shower' gay. Don't get me wrong, he's cool as hell even if he's a bit freaky looking, and I'd rather have him at my back that just about anyone I know, but if I catch him staring at my ass I'm gonna knock him flat.”

 

“He is attracted to other men?” Gaara paused, visibly processing this information. “I didn't realize that was a possibility.”

 

“Ha! Welcome to the human race, man! It's all screwed up. Guys like girls, girls like guys, guys like guys, girls like girls, guys like girls who like girls, girls like guys who like guys, it's really complicated. Then we get guys like Kiba who'll fuck anything with a pulse, and even that's a bit questionable. It'd be easier if everyone was straight, but it'd be boring, I guess. You never heard of being gay?”

 

“It never came up.”

 

“Well, if the rumors are true, you're banging enough chicks that we all know which way you swing. When did you turn into such a stud, anyways?”

 

Gaara looked mildly annoyed. “They are discussing my sex life in Konoha?”

 

“Hell yes. Constantly! What's the deal?”

 

“Research.”

 

Naruto snorted. “Research, huh? Sounds like you've got plenty of lab partners.”

 

“It's an enjoyable enough activity, but I don't like spending time with them.”

 

“Ouch. Girls are funny about that kind of a thing. I'm surprised they haven't turned on you.”

 

“It wouldn't matter.” The Kazekage shrugged and took another drink. “It's just a physical act that I'm interested in. There is always another girl that is willing.”

 

“Damn, you sound like Kiba!”

 

“The girls keep coming back. They seem to enjoy it. It's not like I'm taking something from them. They want it more then I do.”

 

“So the rumors are true.” Naruto laughed, dragging his hands through his hair. “So you're definitely not gay.”

 

“How can two men have sex? It's anatomically impossible.”

 

“For being a male slut, you're kind of naïve. It's possible. Believe me.”

 

“Then how?”

 

“You're asking the wrong guy. I belong to the Cult of the Divine Boobies, and guys just don't have those. If you want details, ask Kiba. That guy will do anyone, and he'll tell you all about it. I'm getting another beer.”

 

Naruto hauled himself from his couch and staggered across the room. Gaara swept the room until he had found the man that had the information he needed. He had not found out what all the excitement was about with women. Perhaps he needed to try the other gender. He felt the same for women and men anyways, so it made no difference. It was just a matter of doing some research before he started this new experiment.

 

“Kiba.”

 

A sharp fang escaped from a crooked smile as a slightly intoxicated shinobi smiled at him. “Hey, Gaara! How's it hangin', man?”

 

“Fine. Naruto said that you know how to have sex with men.”

 

Kiba's grin grew. “Why? He lookin' for a quickie?”

 

“No. I wanted to know how it's done.”

 

“You? You're not really my type . . . “

 

Gaara crossed his arms. “I am not going to have sex with you. I just want information.”

 

“Oh, you want to hear stories! Hell, I've got stories. Come on, let's find a spot to sit. This could take awhile.”

 

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“Tenten, you cannot be serious.”

 

“You lost Lee. Hand over the top.”

 

“But I did not know the rules!”

 

Sakura stared at him. “What did you think strip poker meant?”

 

“Strip poker? I thought you said trip poker! The loser would run laps around the village!” Lee crossed his arms protectively across his chest. “It would not be proper.”

 

Shikamaru glanced at him, dressed in just his boxers. “If I lose another hand, that's going to be improper. Troublesome game, anyways. Besides, Ino's already there.”

 

“Shut it! So what if I wasn't wearing a bra?!”

 

Tenten walked around the table, her movements predatory. “Lee . . . “

 

Seeing that look, the green beast of Konoha accepted his fate. Relieved that his friends had convinced him to wear something other then his usual body suit, he handed over his top.

 

“See, that wasn't so bad.” Sakura shuffled the cards again, still fully dressed. “Who's in?”

 

Lee rambled something about getting a drink and bolted from the table. He was not very good at poker, and he was embarrassed enough. Run laps around the village? Sure! Lose more clothing? Not if he could avoid it. He slipped through the crowd, blushing hotly at the comments. None of them were kind or flattering. With no shirt or bandages, his scars were clearly on display. He disappeared into the quiet kitchen with a sigh of relief. There was a reason he never wore the revealing outfits that many other shinobi preferred.

 

He stood in the dark, listening to the party in the next room and letting his pulse steady. Tenten was a good friend. She would bring his shirt to him once she realized he was not coming back. She was not cruel. A little friendly teasing, sure, but nothing cruel.

 

“Lee.”

 

`Oh, no. Of all the people . . . ` Lee stared in horror, arms wrapping around himself defensively. Gaara had just walked into the kitchen. “Um, hi, Kazekage-sama.”

 

Gaara stopped a scarce two feet away from the blushing jounin. “Where is your shirt?”

 

“I lost it in a game of poker.”

 

There was a long stare before Gaara smirked. “Interesting.”

 

`This cannot get any worse.' Lee knew he was blushing under that intense gaze. “Can I help you with something, Kazekage-sama? I believe all of the beer is out, but if you need into the refrigerator I can move.”

 

“Is it true that you're gay?”

 

`It got worse.' Lee desperately wished he could melt into the refrigerator at his back. “How did you . . . Why are you asking me that?”

 

“I will take that as a yes.” Gaara reached up and trailed one finger over Lee's arm. “Why are you standing like that?”

 

At the contact, Lee jerked back hard enough to hit his head on the metal behind him. “Kazekage-sama . . . “

 

Gaara looked him right in the eye as he snagged a wrist and pulled it away. Both of them knew that Lee was physically stronger, but the arm was successfully peeled away. The process was repeated with the other arm, leaving Lee leaning against the refrigerator with his arms at his sides. Gaara's hands ran over his chest, fingertips snagging on the numerous scars. “I want to experience this.”

 

Lee's eyes squeezed shut as he struggled to control his body's reactions. This could not be real. It was a joke. There was no way that Gaara saw him that way. No one saw him that way! Much less the powerful, handsome Kazekage.

 

Hands gripped his face, pulling it down. When he opened his eyes, Lee found himself nose to nose with Gaara.

 

“Why does the idea of sex with you intrigue me like this?” A soft thumb was dragged over Lee's lips.

 

There was a screech of protesting metal. Lee's grip had warped the refrigerator door, collapsing it under his hands.

 

“Perhaps that's it. Your strength.” The hands dragged down to Lee's shoulders and on to his arms. “You left a very nasty bruise on my jaw during that exam, you know.”

 

“I am sorry, Kazekage-sama.”

 

The grip on his arms suddenly tightened, pinning Lee. “Don't say that. It's not true. You would do it again if we fought again.”

 

“Yes, I would.”

 

Gaara leaned forward, brushing his lips across Lee's neck. “Your strength and your scars. I think those are why I am going to have sex with you.”

 

“Sex?” Lee struggled to make his brain work while hot lips worked on his neck and strong hands kept him pinned.

 

“Yes. I want to experience this body.” Gaara released his arms to drag his hands down Lee's chest, easily sliding to his pants and his growing erection. “You are aroused by this.”

 

There was a soft, rasping sound, and it took Lee a moment to realize that it was his own breathing. Strong hands gripped his arousal through his pants, making him shift and gasp. Of course he was aroused. Gaara was touching him, saying those things . . .

 

One hand trailed over Lee's nipple, making him shiver. Gaara smirked. “Perhaps men and women are not so different after all.”

 

“Come on, Lee. Here's your shirt. Don't hide in here all . . . what the hell?” Tenten froze in the door, holding Lee's shirt out.

 

Gaara flashed her a nasty glare, keeping Lee pressed up against the refrigerator.

 

“How about I put this right here and leave you two alone, all right?” The kunoichi dropped the green spandex on the counter and bolted.

 

Lee groaned and pulled his fingers free of the grooves he had created in the metal. “I need to go talk to her.”

 

“No.” Gaara wrapped one arm around Lee's waist, pulling them up flush while making a familiar symbol with the other hand. With a rush of air, the two young men were standing in the street. “We will finish this. You can talk to her later. Unless you would rather have sex in Naruto's kitchen.”

 

“No!” Lee was horrified at the thought.

 

“Then where do you live?” Gaara still had one arm around Lee's waist while the other traced lazy patterns across his body. “My brother is sharing a suite with me, and has probably brought some woman back there.”

 

`I cannot believe I am doing this.' In a daze, Lee turned and started to walk towards his apartment. Gaara still had a hand resting at his waist. Half a dozen times Lee paused, his conscience screaming that this was wrong, but each time Gaara would push him along. Far too soon, Lee was opening the door to his apartment. “Um, please do not mind the mess, I did not have a chance to clean before the party, and . . . “

 

Lee was cut off when Gaara slammed him up against a wall, driving their hips together. Hot kisses were dragging down his neck, backed with teeth. “So long as the bed is available, I don't care.”

 

With a moan, Lee surrendered. He wrapped his arms around the redhead, pulling him closer. While Gaara tasted every inch of his neck and collarbone, Lee ran unsteady fingers under the black shirt that the Kazekage was wearing. Teeth against his nipple made him press his hips forward with a gasp, gripping tight enough to bruise.

 

Gaara's eyes were hazy when he looked up to the taller man. “Bedroom. Now.”

 

Staggering a bit, Lee made his way through his small apartment and into the bedroom. He had barely made it into the room before Gaara had him flat on his back, making the mattress squeak in protest. The smaller man straddled his hips, jade green eyes studying every inch of him. Casually, like it was an after thought, Gaara pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side. Lee's fingers twitched to touch the flawless body that was on display.

 

“You want to touch me, but you don't.” Gaara leaned over, pressing their chests together. “Why?”

 

“Um . . . I . . . “ Lee struggled to speak even as all the blood was leaving his brain. `How do I tell him that I have dreamed of this? That I do not want to ruin it? That I do not deserve this?'

 

The discussion was moot when Gaara sat up, grabbed onto his wrist, and dragged it up to his chest. As though it had a mind of its own, the hand traveled across the porcelain white skin, savoring the texture. He dragged a calloused thumb over a dusky nipple, making the jade eyes close. His other hand came up, dragging over the defined abdomen and lingering over each bump and ridge.

 

“I wonder if you're different because you're a man, or for another reason.” Gaara slid further back on Lee, straddling his legs so he could yank his pants open. With a harsh jerk, he pulled the material past his hips. The sound of tearing seams filled the room. Lee's arousal jutted into the air, embarrassing and obscene to the shy jounin. Gaara trailed a single finger over the length. “I don't have to be careful with you. I could not have done that to any of those girls. Too weak. It would have frightened them. Maybe, this time, I can let go.”

 

Lee shivered. Lust, fear, confusion, anticipation. It was a heady mix that left him feeling like he had been dropped into a wind storm head first. Nothing was real. The idea of Gaara letting go with him, because he was strong enough to handle it, made his heart pound in his chest. He sat up so that he could reach Gaara again. He wanted this. He wanted it so badly, but had never dreamed that it could happen. He grabbed on to Gaara's arms and rolled him to the bottom. It was nothing for him to rip the black pants that the Kazekage had been wearing clean off. “I am strong enough for you.”

 

Gaara's eyes blazed as one corner of his mouth turned up. “Good.” He yanked Lee down, meeting his mouth in a kiss that was more teeth then lips. Teeth closed around tender flesh while Gaara used his feet to push the damaged remains of Lee's pants and boxers off. Their bodies crushed together, skin on skin, while Gaara continued to ravage his mouth. They rolled over again, putting the redhead back on top.

 

Lee gasped as a strong hand closed around his erection. It was almost painful, but he whimpered and pushed into the pressure. Gaara dragged his thumb through the moisture that had collected at the tip, his expression almost clinical. “This should be easier then dealing with a woman. I know how your body operates.” He gave a long, slow pull.

 

Lee moaned, shocked to hear such a wanton sound coming from his own lips. The Kazekage seemed to enjoy it, though. He repeated his actions, wringing moans and whimpers from the shinobi. When he leaned forward and dragged his tongue over the leaking slit, Lee thought for a crazed second that he was going to pass out. His hands were fisted in the blankets, desperately grasping for any kind of stability as his world tipped and spun. He could not tear his eyes away from the sight of jade green eyes watching him as his length was slowly engulfed. Hot pressure was wrapped around his aching cock. “Oh, god.”

 

Gaara slowly pulled back off of the aching length, a trail of saliva running down his chin. “Definitely easier then dealing with a woman. Even though, I'm curious what it is like on the receiving end with a man.” Gaara crawled up Lee's body until he was straddling his chest, the erection waiting in front of the parted lips.

 

Lee swallowed hard. He had never done anything like this. Tentatively, he reached up with his tongue and ran it along the underside. He repeated the action, increasing the pressure when Gaara's eyes slid closed. Emboldened by his success, he reached up with one hand to hold his target steady and flicked his tongue across the tip. A tremor went through the smaller man. Lee pulled the head into his mouth, sucking and running his tongue around the taut skin. Gaara bucked against him, but at this angle it only hit the roof of Lee's mouth.

 

With a mumbled curse, Gaara got off of the bed and man handled Lee around so that his head was hanging off the side of the bed, staring at an upside down pair of legs. It was very confusing until Gaara pushed his cock against Lee's lips. This time it was a clear path right down his throat. Lee had to work fast to take control of his muscles as Gaara pushed further in. As a taijutsu specialist, he had incredible control over his body, including his throat and gag reflex. Gaara drew out a bit, then thrust in again. With each push he was going deeper into Lee's mouth and throat. He did not stop until he was able to shove the whole length in, pressed up tight to Lee's face. He would draw back, allowing the shinobi to breathe, then push back in. His hips were starting to snap at a brutal pace, his hands buried in Lee's hair and holding his head in place.

 

It was a struggle to breathe, to keep from gagging, to hang on to Gaara's hips as the man drove into his mouth. He fought to keep the balance, eyes closed, and put everything he had into meeting each of Gaara's thrusts. He would be strong enough for the Kazekage.

 

After an eternity, Gaara pulled completely free of Lee's mouth. Lee dragged a hand over his lips, embarrassed that he had been drooling. Gaara was just staring at him with hungry eyes. The Kazekage turned away, finding the remains of his pants and pulling something out of the pocket. Lee's heart skipped several beats when he realized it was a bottle of massage oil. Looking like a predator, Gaara crawled across the bed towards Lee, who was pulling his head back up onto the mattress. The redhead settled between his legs, watching him like a hawk.

 

“I stole this from Naruto before I went looking for you. Kiba was quite clear on how necessary it was.” There was a soft squeak of plastic as the bottle was opened. The faint light in the room reflected off of the liquid as it ran into Gaara's hand. Lee struggled to remember how to breathe.

 

Lee's legs were pulled apart, leaving him feeling very exposed. “Wait, Kazekage-sama . . . “

 

“No.” Gaara trailed his slippery fingers down Lee's length, over his sack, and on down to his entrance. “You want this.”

 

“We are going too fast.”

 

“Kiba informed me that I would need to prepare a male partner.”

 

“That was not what I . . . oh, god!”

 

Lee's mind rebelled as an oily appendage slipped inside. It was strange, and embarrassing, but it was what he had dreamed of. Gaara was inside of him. As the finger went deeper he moaned, the same wanton sound. What had happened to him? This was not him!

 

Gaara pushed his legs wider, forcing the knees up and apart for better access. There was a cold shock as more oil was added, and then a second finger was sliding into place. Lee could not stop himself from grabbing onto Gaara, gripping the wrist of the hand on his hip like a lifeline. Those two slippery fingers were working back and forth, convincing his body to relax. As soon as he would relax, there would be more oil, more pressure. First Gaara spread his fingers, then he added a third. Lee thought he was dying the first time a finger hit that hidden spot, making his feet curl. Gaara was pumping into him with three fingers, pulling whimpers from him. He was so hard it hurt, and those fingers kept brushing up against something that made his whole body shake.

 

When Gaara withdrew, Lee felt bereft. Now he missed that pressure, that motion. He forced his eyes open, ready to ask what was wrong, only to see oil being spread on Gaara's considerable length. Lee felt lightheaded, watching pale hands running over the erection that would soon be pushed into his body.

 

Gaara grabbed him by the hips, turning him over and pulling him up onto his knees. The grip tightened as his entrance was lined up with Gaara's cock. He could feel the head of it sliding against his skin. Without warning it was pushing forward, unstoppably sinking into his body. Lee shook and groaned at the impossible feeling. He was being stretched, filled. Gaara was leaning over top of him, fingers digging into his hips, as he continued to press forward. Lee whimpered, reaching back to clasp a wrist again. “Gaara . . . “

 

Heavy panting brushed against Lee's shoulder as Gaara's body became flush with his. He was fully seated inside of the other man's body. Lee felt overwhelmed, filled to the point of bursting. It hurt. Not like his training, but it still hurt. He whimpered again as Gaara drew back an inch and thrust back in.

 

Teeth nipped at his shoulder, making him gasp. There was another small thrust, then another, rocking Lee back and forth. He concentrated on his breathing, trying to relax, but Gaara dragged his nails down his sides. Lee arched back into the next thrust and felt that shock of pleasure. It still felt overwhelming, but pleasure was leaking in to the mix. He kept his back arched and pushed back into the deeper thrusts that he was now receiving. His world spun as the stimulation blurred together. There was pain and pleasure, and he could no longer tell the difference. He kept his grip on Gaara's wrist, a grounding point in the storm of sensation. Teeth sank into his shoulder again and he moaned, shudders running through his body. Gaara was pounding into him now, fingers biting into his hips. One hand moved to tangle in the ink black locks, hauling Lee up and back until he was balancing on his knees, throat bared. His body rocked with the brutal thrusts while teeth dragged across his throat.

 

“Scream for me.”

 

Lee moaned again, trying to make sense of anything other then the heat coiling in his groin. The fingers in his hair tightened as the hand on his hip moved to his cock.

 

“Scream!”

 

The world went white as Lee's body tensed, then exploded. “Gaara!”

 

He slumped forward when the pressure on his hair disappeared, his body shaking and twitching with his release. Dimly, he was aware that the Kazekage was not finished with him. Harsh thrusts were still rocking his body, drawing small moans and shakes from him. It would not be much longer. Already the perfect rhythm was becoming stuttered. With enough force to drive Lee into the headboard, Gaara slammed into his body and climaxed, eyes squeezing tightly shut with a groan. He sagged forward, his head resting on Lee's back. “Of course. It had to be you.”

 

Lee really wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but concentration was becoming impossible. His eyes were betraying him, sliding shut even as he felt Gaara shifting and pulling out of him. He could hear the other man moving about, but he could not hold the darkness off any longer.

 

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Lee's alarm was going off. That was confusing enough, since he never needed an alarm. He always woke up on his own. He set it out of habit. He rolled over to turn it off and gasped. His body ached in a way that had nothing to do with training. His arms were littered with bruises, as were his hips. He stared at his own bed, noting the stains from oil and . . . other things splashed on his sheets. The bed itself was away from the wall and crooked. There was a crack in the headboard. Lee sagged back into bed as last night washed over him.

 

“Gaara.”

 

Confused, he looked around his room. There was no sign of the other man. “Gaara? Um, Kazkeage-sama?” There was no answer from his empty apartment.

 

Gaara was gone.