Gaara had been in Konoha on official business. Leaving the Hokage's office pissed because he had been denied the right to take the life of the rock jounin who had attacked on of his genin, he had begun his walk through the late night. The meeting had been ridiculously long.
When a strange man had paraded right in front of his randomly chosen path, Gaara was in no mood. He almost pinned the man to a tree right then, but it never happened. The man was thirty feet away in the forest, just barely visible to Gaara's eyes through all of the thick trees. When the man looked back at him, he was almost certain that it would be a very stupid mistake to follow, but that did not stop him. If it were an ambush, he would love to cause bloodshed.
Disappointingly, after leading Gaara to what appeared to be a shed made of scrap metal, the man somehow got close enough to whisper into Gaara's ear, and then disappeared entirely before Gaara could think about the words or retaliate.
'Look for the broken angel.'
What the hell had that man been talking about? There were no angels on earth; broken or otherwise. Even Naruto, who always managed to change others for the better, was not classified as an angel in Gaara's mind. He would have turned around and left, unwilling to go along with this foolishness, but curiosity stopped him. Naturally, Gaara was curious; many things had been left unexplained because no one had wished to explain it to the once demon ridden child. Now that Gaara was older and more mature, he was finding these things out for himself. Were their truly angels on earth? Now would be a good chance to find out.
Opening the shed door, Gaara discovered a staircase that winded into darkness, the faintest sound reaching him for the bottom. Fearlessly, he began the descent. Half-way down, after five whole minutes, he was aware of just how ridiculous the amount of security these people went through. The sound turned out to be blasting music that meant nothing to him. At the foot of the stairs, Gaara had already adjusted to the absence of light and scowled at the numberless amount of people crowded in the underground lair. If an angel willingly came here, it most likely wasn't an angel. None the less, he walked out onto the dirt-floor, exploring the large echoing room in his Kage robe and sand dissolved and running around him. People moved out of his way or moved into it; either way, none of them laid a finer on him. The flashing lights came and went three times before Gaara decided that this was a waste of time, and that he was just going to go up on his usual building and stare at the moon; that was much more entertaining than this.
Turning around, about to go in search of the stairs he had lost in the vastness of the chamber, he saw a man with eyes glazed with desire and red staining his cheeks. Gaara could see the frantic movement of his chest; what could possibly receive such a reaction? He followed the man's eyes and discovered exactly what. His heart actually stopped for a moment before finding a faster rhythm than before. Had Gaara actually cared, he may have freaked out over the unfamiliar reaction of his own body. But he was too captivated to say that he cared.
'I found the broken angel…Lee…'
This was not the Lee he knew; dancing in a tight button-up shirt and loose black cargo pants, moving with slow abandon to whatever song was playing. The Lee he knew would not be caught dead in anything but orange legwarmers and green spandex. The Lee he knew was open and laughing and always lending a hand. This Lee looked far away and untouchable. Beautiful in the near-darkness…and desperately alone. His eyes only half open, it felt as if he were begging for someone to touch him. Gaara turned his eyes back to the lustful man; no, Gaara would rather kill the stranger than let him set forward and help Lee. And so, Gaara went forward himself.
The moment he touched Lee, he knew he was gone. What was reassuring was that Lee was gone with him. Instantly, they were both hungry for more touches, more contact, just more altogether. Unable to take it, Gaara transported them away, needing to have Lee, possess him in ways that had never before occurred to him to do. His last sight of the hell he had found his broken angel was of seven men running towards them. Gaara allowed himself a moment to be smug; they weren't getting their filthy hands on this purity. As of tonight, this was his, all of them be damned.
He was already devouring Lee's mouth again by the time they landed on his bed in his temporary quarters. He ripped the white shirt off of Lee's body, moving his mouth from his lips to his scarred chest. Hairless; it was strange because rumors that Gaara had been unwillingly part of stated that Lee was supposed to be rather hairy. Then again, it made sense. All of Lee's training had been into shaping his body as his weapon: fast, sleek, and strong. By shaving, he was cutting down on drag, and it explained the spandex: loose clothes would flap about being hindering in the middle of a fight, spandex was form fitting and was unlikely to catch on anything.
He bit hard at one dusky nipple; not meaning to, but liking it anyway, draw blood. Lee cried out and arched into his mouth, causing Gaara to smirk. Did dear, innocent Lee want pain? That was good, Gaara was in a mood for giving it. His nails scratched down Lee's back, making the ebony creature mewl in pleasure/pain. Gaara removed his hands from his back and worked at shoving off Lee's pants, his sand moving around the room like a growing storm as his excitement blended into it's grains. When Lee was fully naked for his eyes to devour; he moved onto his own clothes, letting go of Lee for the first time that night.
"No!" Gaara looked down at Lee in surprise. Tears glistened in his huge, obsidian orbs, and darkly tanned hands grabbed at Gaara, pulling him back down into a harsh kiss. "Don't stop touching me; whatever you do, never stop holding me."
Gaara stared at him considering, before finally nodding in understanding. "You will have to undress me." His breath hitched with the speed that Lee got to doing that. His hands grabbed at two slim hips, holding tightly as he thrust his own clothed crotch against Lee's uncovered erection. Lee's eyes dilated and he whined, hands trembling so bad, he was almost unable to unbutton Gaara's long, red coat that he had been wearing beneath his Kage's robe. Quickly, he continued though. Gaara watched with lust as Lee moved about so eagerly to have him. It was almost amazing and very arousing to have someone so ready to serve him.
When Gaara was as bare as Lee, he pressed their body fully together from chest to knee. Lee groaned in his ear and wrapped his arms around his back.
"More. Oh Gods, Gaara, more." Gaara tugged at the thin silver chain around Lee's neck before following it back to his neck; there, he nipped, licking at the sweet, yet salty, skin. Another moment of teasing the skin, he bit down deeply, causing to blood to swell into his mouth. Lee screamed beneath him, attempting to shove more of his flesh into his mouth. Oh yes, he was so into this.
He separated them by an inch or so to stare straight into desperate, ebony eyes. Supporting himself on one arm and his knees, he put his three fingers to Lee's mouth. "Suck." Instantly, his digits were encompassed by wet heat, a tongue licking at them. Gaara almost let his eyes roll into the back of his head, but stopped himself. He wanted to see every moment of this. When he felt that his fingers were full lubricated. He pulled them from Lee's dark cavern, Lee releasing them only reluctantly.
Gaara continued his assault on Lee's body, leaving long, red scratches on his body and blushing bruises on every other area of skin. His lubricated fingers began thrusting into Lee's tight hole. Instantly, Lee became a writhing, uncontrollable mass beneath him, screaming loud enough that Gaara felt all of Konoha could hear him. Let them, they will know that Lee belongs to someone now. When the screaming reached a crescendo, Gaara stopped; moving his entire body up Lee's body till the head of his member was pressed against his parted lips. Again, he gave the order: "Suck."
Again, Lee went about doing the activity with absolute eagerness and enjoyment. Gaara hissed and his eyes became thin crescents. He began slowly thrusting into the hot, wet cavern. When he was so close, he was about to explode into Lee's mouth, he pulled out. There was another place he planned on cumming in. Crawling down Lee's sweating body, he pushed his member into Lee.
"AH! Ah Ah!!! Gaara, please more!" More? He had just begun; his head was already past the ring of muscles, and he could feel the skin around him stretching, anymore force before Lee was adjusted to him, he would rip him from the inside out. Oh wait…Lee was into pain.
Gaara stared at Lee with a predatory smirk. "Oh, baby; I'm about to give you so much, you won't walk right for weeks." With no more warning, he began shoving himself into his welcoming body.
The room practically echoed with the sounds of pleasure escaping the beautiful wild beast. Gaara, unable to tear his eyes away, watched all the wanton movement of the body beneath while forcefully pushing himself in and out, in and out…oh gods, this was too good. Unable to stop himself, he began marking his territory again, biting and clawing; sucking and nipping, until Lee was nothing but a babbling, whimpering thing beneath him; entirely taken under by sensory overload. He continued to open and close his mouth in silent screams and gasps. His body was fully arched into Gaara's, begging for more. Grabbing the underside of Lee's knees, he pulled them up and over his shoulders so that he could get deeper. He knew the exact moment he hit that spot. Where before Lee was mindless, now his essence spurted over their stomachs, his eyes open, but blank, his entire body going limp. He had passed out, he had been experiencing so much pleasure. Not fully done, Gaara continued thrusting into the body beneath till he joined Lee over the brink of sanity; a growl his final noise.
He collapsed over Lee's body, his legs slipping from his shoulders. Shaking, he moved so that he wasn't completely over the other body, grabbing at the blanket and pulling it over them. Ten minutes after passing out; Lee woke up, blank eyes blinking back into conscience. He looked blearily at Gaara and smiled. Reaching out weakly, he grabbed at the back of his neck and pulled him closer. Gaara was party to another kiss; not devouring like the others, but just as encompassing; more gentle and loving.
"Thank you, Gaara. Thank you…so, so much." Gaara met Lee's obsidian eyes with his own teal ones.
"Do not thank me. If you thanked me after every time I made love to you, it would soon become the only words you knew."
Lee blinked sleepily, a small smile spreading his lips. "Does that mean we are going to be touching often?"
"As many times as I can get my hands on you, baby." Gaara was dragged into a bone-crushing hug.
"Thank you, Gaara!" Gaara held Lee in return; his eyes drifting close as he drank in the warmth of the other man.
"What did I tell you? Stop apologizing, or I will have to punish you." Gaara felt the shiver that went over Lee's body.
"Would you really?" Gaara gripped at Lee's ass and dragged him closer.
"Would you like to bet your ass, baby?" A laugh flitted across his ear, a beautiful sound from his beautiful wild beast.
"Oh, yes."
"Than it's a bet, my ebony creature." Lee pulled back somewhat with a frown on his face.
"What did you call me?" His voice was hoards with disbelief.
"My ebony creature, my beautiful wild creature, mine. You belong to no one but me." Lee looked at him with wide eyes.
"For always?"
"For always, Lee. You couldn't get rid of me now if you wanted to." His lips were captured again, and their tongues dance a tango before parting for breath.
"Oh, that will never happen." The whisper drifted over his bruised lips. Lee snuggled into Gaara's chest, closing his eyes as he started to drift off in pure bliss. Gaara watched with soft eyes.
"Are you going to sleep too?" The slightly slurred voice asked.
"I don't sleep, baby."
"You should, please try…for me?" The question caused Gaara's eyes to widen. Finally, he bent over the curled up figure beside him.
"I will try." Maybe he was even tired enough to do so. Closing his eyes, he gave it a shot.
"Lee."
"Hmm?"
"Are you an angel?"
"Hmm, I don't think so…"
"Well you are; you're mine own angel."
"Okay…always?"
"Always."
"Hhhmm."
"Lee, you are my fallen angel. And I'm never letting you go."
Too bad Lee was already asleep; but then again,Gaara wasn't all that concerned, sleeping beside his angel.