"I want your voice."

Lee startled to a stop, grocery bags swinging in his hands and surprise on his face as he slowly turned around. Behind him stood a redhead that he was sure he knew, but was not quite sure how… It was most likely that he had seen the other in passing and had never spoken to him.

"I am sorry… but do I know you?"

The redhead didn't answer. Instead, his blue-green eyes narrowed.

"I have been forced to go to your damnable church and listen to that busy body of a minister for two months now-"

"My uncle is not a busy body! He is a great man who speaks to us the kind words of God and reminds us all that we can be forgiven for even the most heinous crimes if only we-"

"I don't care."

His mouth was hanging ajar as his mind was practically swept away by the uncaring tone. One large expressive eyebrow twitched.

"All I care about is that I am becoming increasingly annoyed with what I see every time you stand up and sing."

For a moment, Lee was certain he had just been insulted. Then the redhead continued speaking.

"Because, the moment you stop, the image I see disappears."

That made Lee blink, ebony eyes filled to the brim with confusion as he watched the redhead progress towards him.

"I… I am sorry?"

"No, you're not."

Lee blinked as a roll of duck tape appeared in one of the redhead's hand, very slowly taking a step back as the other progressed a step forward. He knew better than most how to defend himself and others… He just didn't like to unless the situation called for it, or unless he was sparring against someone else.

"What are you doing with that?"

He retreated for every advance the other made.

"I am going to capture you for five hours a day, seven days a week, until I get this image painted."

"What?! Why can you not just ask me to go with you!?"

The redhead blinked, a strip of the tape unrolled in his hands.

"That would be too simple. I need to ensure that you do not escape."

With that, Lee was suddenly a very tied up boy. He squirmed and then began to lash out and kick with his bound legs, attempting to shout through the tape over his lips. He was, for the most part unsuccessful. Once his captor realized that the fireman hold was not going to work two blocks from where Lee had been kidnapped, he switched over to a bridle hold. Lee felt himself flush scarlet, wishing for someone to take notice.

Alas, it was late. The sun had sank some hours ago into a winter night and just about everyone in the country hillside had settled in except for the occasional person.

Lee was unsure whether or not he should even try to think of this.

Some odd minutes later, they arrived at a small cabin at the edge of the woods, appearing haunted and sad with the shade of night and the white of snow cast over it. Wonderfully enough, his captor had a key for the hauntingly sad thing. The inside was no better off, Lee took in as he was carried through the short hall that lead to a small living room and was then taken into a spacey enough bedroom. Everything was darkly colored and not quite welcoming. Everything did, however, look up to date, well intact, and clean. It would have been a nice place to live had it not felt so heavy on his shoulders.

He was dropped unceremoniously onto the large bed, almost making his heart stop in his chest. The redhead left his side to go to that of a canvas that stood facing away from Lee. The redhead put himself before it, looked from Lee back to it, and then walked to Lee's side again.

"I'm going to release you. I need to pose you. I doubt you can sing around a gag."

With that came the painful process of removing duck tape from his body. He was lucky with the legs, seeing as how the tape had only been attacked to the fabric of his skinny jeans. However, the tape around his wrists and over his mouth were not quite so merciful… Especially over his mouth.

Once the gag was gone, he was almost near yelling.

"I can not believe that you kidnapped me! If all it is an image, than you not have gotten someone else!? Surely, you did not have to capture me several feet from my front door!"

The redhead held up three fingers as he went about pushing and pulling at Lee's limps.

"One: It's pathetic to not believe something that is truly happening."

He put down one finger.

"Two: I can't use anyone else when you were my inspiration."

He put down one more.

"Three: I will keep in mind that I was seven feet from your door for when I do not see you on the streets."

That made Lee almost choke on his own spit.

He considered getting up and running out the front door, even if that included a fight. After a moment's thought, he decided against it. He… was curious. He was upset, confused, and pretty sure this was a bad idea. However, he wanted to see how this went…

"Start singing."

Lee blinked, stared at the redhead who did not bother to look up from his canvas.

"Huh?"

"You sang in the choir. Sing. Now."

"Why?"

"Because I need you to sing in order to finish this image in my head."

"… I see… I think…"

"No, you don't. I can hardly see it as it is."

Blue-green eyes flickered to him before dropping back to the canvas.

"Stop talking and start singing."

Lee did as told.

It had been four days since the redhead first kidnapped him. Instead of telling Lee a time to come over or just walking with him, Lee was always ended up being a victim, tied up with varying objects and then carried to the redhead's home where he was then ordered to sing. He still had no idea what the redhead was drawing. However, he had learned a few things!

He lived on his own, paying his way by his artistic abilities. He had been forced to go to church by his father because he was only 17 and his father had threatened to take away his free will if he did not listen. Lee had yet to learn why the redhead going to his church was so important. He had learned that the redhead's name was Gaara, and that he loved sugar filled coffee.

He had also learned something about himself!… Which would have been a good thing if it had been anything else…

He had a crush on the artist… Was that not hopeless?

"Why have you stopped singing?"

Lee snapped out of his daze, blinking stupidly at Gaara before the words dawned on him. He gave a hasty apology before opening his mouth again, thinking to sing another hymn.

The words were there in his mind, but not on his tongue. He…

Had no urge to sing. Not in the least.

He heaved a sigh.

"I am sorry, Gaara, but I… I do not feel like singing right now… Is it possible to schedule an abduction for tomorrow?"

He teased with a slight and fake smile on his lips. For a long moment, the redhead stared at him from behind his canvas, not amused and not deceived.

"Why is that?"

Lee tilted his head away.

"Why is what?"

"Why is your voice suddenly gone?"

He gave a lame shrug.

"I have been singing quite often lately… Perhaps I have lost the heart for it?"

"No."

The redhead stood from his post and moved to Lee' side, rearranging the white silk over Lee's shoulder so it revealed more honey colored skin. To him, the image was absolutely innocent, an image of an earth angel. It would be the most peaceful of his paintings yet, seeing as how his every other one had revolved around his inner demons.

"People who have a passion for what they do, people like us, do not simply lose the love of their art over night."

He tilted the raven's head up with two fingers, forcing obsidian orbs to stare into his own jade blue eyes.

"What is your real reason?"

Lee stared for a moment, his eyes staring into the darkly shadowed ones and wandering what they would like if they were filled with hunger, desire, love, and lust-…

He blushed a fiery red as he tilted his gaze away. God forgive him, but he could not stop the flow of thoughts now that they had begun.

"It is nothing." He squeaked.

Gaara stared down at him with a bland expression, his eyes narrowing momentarily before something seemed to click in his all too-quick-to-understand mind.

"You find me attractive."

Lee sputtered, wanting to say no but incapable of lying. After a few moments of trying, he stopped his pointless babbling and fell silent, jerking his chin from the other's hand and biting into his bottom lip.

"… Would you like me… to leave?"

The other seemed intrigued by the question, though it only showed in how the other's eyelashes flickered for a moment.

"Why? The painting isn't finished. There's no point in your leaving before then."

Lee bit down hard on the inside of his cheek.

"… And then you never wish to see me again?"

This time, Gaara seemed to get annoyed, his lips twitching downwards as he stroke his pointer finger down the column of Lee's neck.

"And then I would occasionally seek your company. I do not do so often, so realize what an offer I'm making you before you go on looking like an abandoned dog."

Lee blinked, a slight shiver working down his spine at the caress even as he looked shyly back into jade blue eyes.

"… You are not upset that I find you… attractive?… That I am inclined that way?"

Gaara's eyes narrowed on him.

"What you are or aren't is your choice. There is no point for me to step in and demand otherwise when what you are is what inspired me. Now sing, you fool."

Lee laughed, both out of relief and the 'endearing' title. He smiled light heartedly up at Gaara, his shoulders straightening back into pose somewhat as he fell back into the stance he had had to keep for hours at a time over the few days.

"Yes, boss!"

Gaara blinked, having such innocent infatuation smiling at him a little distorting. Having Lee refer to him as Boss, someone who was in charge of another, gave him a dark shiver down his spine. Oh, he liked that.

He stroked back onyx black hair, his tongue sweeping over his top lip as the thought became a very arousing one.

"Just pose and sing, Lee… That's all I require from you…"

'for now…'

The thought was voiced with a growl and purr mixed, a dark and empowering presence in Gaara's mind as lust stretched out it's claws and possessiveness reached out as well.

… He never had shared well. Even if Lee was just a man to pose for a song…

'for now….'

Jekr-dementor2, this was the closest I could get to the prompt you gave me… I'm sorry. *shrug* I hope the kidnapping makes up for the fact that I never really included the church in it. I just don't do well with Christianity.