Magic Gone Wrong! Chapter 11
Title: Magic Gone Wrong!
Chapter: 11/18
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four 1, Four 2, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten
Authors:
lucklessmallory and
chinesethorn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LeexGaara
Summary: Tentacles, ftw?! Gaara is a sorcerer outside of the small town where Lee works as a smith. When Lee sits in on one of Gaara's ritual summonings, something starts to go terribly wrong...
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“Continue down Main Street for three blocks, then take a left down Dragonfly. Keep on that road until you see the smithy’s sign on the right. If you reach the Copper-a-Loaf bread store, you’ve gone to far.” Gaara patted Lee’s shoulder and looked around, his mind distracted as he thought about the day ahead. He was going in the almost opposite direction of his friend, so they needed to separate here.
“Got it.” Lee nodded, fingers twitching for a piece of paper and a quill to write down the directions. It was his first time to be in a city as large as this, and he was already getting the first strands of nervousness and excitement from it. For the first time in a long while, he had major prospects for his future and his craft.
Lee placed a hand on Gaara's shoulder and squeezed it, mostly to get Gaara to really look at him instead of looking like he was ready to be on his way already. "Take care, Master Gaara. If I lose my way, I am sure the locals can help me."
The sorcerer paused and glanced up at his friend’s face, finally taking the time to notice the man’s expression. Lee’s eyes were crinkled in the way that usually meant he was happy or at least pleased with something, and there was a twist to his usual grin that suggested nerves. Gaara nodded and his focused frown softened briefly. “I’ll get in contact with you if something comes up. Stay out of trouble, and meet me back at the inn when you’re done.”
Patting the hand on his shoulder briefly, Gaara turned away and melted into the crowd. It was difficult for him not to stick out sometimes because of the vivid coloring of his hair and the aura of magic in his demeanor, but he was long practiced at not being noticed when he needed it. He found his way down an alley, working his path along the city’s lesser known roads for the rejected or illegal trades. Shady figures littered the alleys like trash, and Gaara even spotted some faces leaning over the rooftops, yet another method of travel for those who didn’t wish to be seen. He payed them no mind further than shielding his back and pulling the hood of his cloak over his head.
As he descended deeper into the dark arteries of the city, the rows of brick and mortar buildings shifted into decrepit structures where it was quieter, filled with a sense of foreboding as the noise from the main street faded into a muted buzz. The few people who peered out from the dusty windows or leaned against crumbling walls watched the sorcerer pass by with dull stares.
One of the side streets led to the back of a warehouse where two men and a woman stood in front of a closed door. Both men were smoking thick cigars and had some sort of marking on their faces. The woman’s neck was covered in purple lines which showed when she tilted her head to the side at seeing Gaara appear at the corner. She stole one of the men’s cigars and took a puff, watching the hooded figure with nonchalance.
Gaara stepped up to the door at a semi-respectful distance, peering at the guards’ faces from beneath his hood. His expression remained passive, though the strong pungency of the cigar made him want to wrinkle his nose with distaste. He’d always hated smokers. “I’m here to see the Snake. The Tanuki is paying him a visit.”
The woman nodded at one of the men, who darted inside the warehouse with a clatter of the metal door. She blew a stream of smoke towards Gaara with a raised brow, her eyes red-rimmed as a user of red sand and any member of the Sound ring. A few minutes later and the door opened with the first man gesturing inside for Gaara to follow.
The sorcerer ducked his head and followed the guard inside, not bothering a glance at the other two as he passed. He was familiar with the narrow halls as he moved, not needing to look to his guide to know each twist in their path before they turned. Nothing much had changed since the last time he’d payed this old connection a visit.
The candles in the tall sconces flickered, creating shadows out of nothing around them. It was daylight outside, but in here it felt like a dreary midnight atmosphere. Gaara passed several rooms where he could hear lively voices, some more subdued with secrecy, but no one looked up at him. Minding one’s own business was the key to survival in the black market. The guard ahead of him finally came to a stop and knocked briefly on a tall door, before opening it and gesturing for the sorcerer to step into a large room. Windows made the light shockingly bright compared to the halls. Gaara pushed back his hood and raised a brow at the old snake.
“Orochimaru,” he greeted.
At Gaara’s entrance, the lull of conversation ceased in the room even though most went about their business in feigned ignorance.
“My, what a delicious sight. I’d heard you were in the city, but I never thought you’d visit me, little Tanuki.” Seated on a plush divan, Orochimaru waved away the guard who brought Gaara in and lecherously ran his long purple-dyed tongue over his lips. The man’s eyes were yellow, pupils dilated and snake-like from smoke and the drugs his crime ring smuggled into the city. Spreading his legs, he leaned forward in his seat while the guards he kept at his side looked on with bored expressions. “Are you here to finally join me?”
“Of course not.” Gaara almost rolled his eyes and stepped forward. He gripped the back of an unused chair and pulled it out from under a table, taking a seat across from the other man. He cross his arms across his chest and leaned back as he spoke. He kept a close watch on the position of Orochimaru’s minions in the peripheral of his eyes. “I made it clear on my first visit with you that I was uninterested in joining your organization. I reiterated on the visit after that, and the one after that, and the one after that.”
“It never hurts to ask.” Orochimaru smirked while one of his serving men set down a cup of spiced tea for both men. “I could use a man of your...considerable talent and teach you things you would never learn from anyone else. What are you after this time? A contract? A bribe? Women...or men?”
“None of the above. I’m here for information.” Gaara cocked his head to the side and a sour, bitter smirk crossed his expression. His feet were firmly planted on the ground beneath his chair. “I believe you are familiar with my old master, Shukaku. I’m currently trying to track down his location.”
Leaning back against the divan, Orochimaru slid his hand across the high arm rest on one side as he flicked his tongue over his lips. “That’s someone I haven’t seen in a long time. Not since that Weasel went after him.” From behind the divan, a black sleek head reared up as Manda tasted the air around her master. The large snake slithered and curled around Orochimaru’s hand until she was wrapped around her shoulders. He stroked her head before laughter rumbled in his throat.
“But I know where he is.” He picked up one of the teacups and sipped it calmly, his eyes never leaving Gaara’s frame. Manda flicked her tongue out at Gaara as if asking a question herself. Information was never free. “What will you give me for this information?”
Gaara had been prepared for this. Orochimaru was a greedy bastard who wouldn’t lift a hand to save his own mother unless she paid him in advance. Gaara reached into his robe and summoned a short, thick vial of something red and swirling. It was heavier than it looked, much like gold, and the sorcerer tested its weight in his palm as he spoke.
“My abilities have become quite advanced since the last time we saw each other. I’ve learned how to obtain some precious elements for my potions.” Gaara knew for a fact that Orochimaru wasn’t as healthy now as he’d been in his youth, and rumors told that the snake had a growing fear of death and illness as he aged. “This potion is guaranteed to add thirteen years to your natural life span, or it can save you on the brink of death if you choose not to drink it immediately. This is what I’m offering- make it worth my time.”
Orochimaru’s eyes narrowed with the sorcerer’s offer. Manda reared up and flicked her tongue out, tasting the air for poison as her master slowly grinned. “I see now how far you’ve come. My interest in you grows, little Tanuki, and so does that of many who would see you fall.” The snake hadn’t taken his eyes off of the potion since Gaara brought it out, but he fixed his gaze on the redhead now. “Very well. You’ll have the information you want by sunrise tomorrow. But consider my offer once more. You and I are the same. We both seek power at the cost of our damnation and the sacrifice of others.”
“I’m not like you.” The slight upcurl of Gaara’s lips turned down firmly and his eyes narrowed. He shook his head and hefted the potion again. “I will continue doing business with you in the future, but that is all I can promise you, and even that may change with time.”
The redhead sent the potion forward, levitating it before the snake man. It twisted and turn in the air, like an unholy temptation waiting to be plucked. “I’ll give this to you now, but that is only half the potion. There is one other mixture you need to drink with it, or else it won’t work. I’ll give that to you tomorrow, when I receive my information.”
“A pity. Tomorrow then. Pleasure doing business with you, as always.” Orochimaru waved a hand with one of his men moving to stand behind Gaara. “There’s one more thing you should know- free of charge. When you do find your master, bring a gourd.” Leaving it at that, the man took the potion in the air and tucked it in the folds of his robes.
Gaara crossed his arms in displeasure. He hated it when Orochimaru spoke in riddles. The crazy old man always thought he was being clever. The sorcerer knew the value of whatever hidden message had been conveyed however, and decided to think it over. He turn swiftly, causing his cloak to give a dramatic flare before he exited, followed closely by the snake’s guards.
It was after dark before Gaara finally returned to the inn where he and Lee had rented a room. He’d gone around the city to check on his other contacts, but Orochimaru remained his best bet. The sorcerer rubbed his face briefly as he stepped inside the building and passed through a lively dining hall on his way to the stairs.
The sounds of boisterous conversation and clatter of beer mugs echoed throughout the inn, like in many of the places he and Lee stayed at during their travels. That is, until Gaara passed by the archway of the hall and something crashed from inside while a tall, heavy body knocked into his and a hand fastened on his waist. “Heeeey, Maaaster Gaaraaa.” Lee grinned down at him with unfocused eyes and alcohol in his breath. Most of his weight pressed down against Gaara as the smith tried to steady himself on wobbly legs. "Whu...where did you go all day? I missed you so muchmrmrm...." He nuzzled Gaara's hair shamelessly, wrinkling his nose when he caught a whiff of the dregs Gaara had been to.
“Lee-?” Gaara blinked in surprise and raised a brow at the thick smell of alcohol, grunting as he tried not to fall under Lee’s weight. His legs buckled as he pushed against the other man’s shoulders. Lee’s hands felt clingy and clumsy where he held onto Gaara, but still held the same incredible strength that made pushing him completely away impossible. “Lee, I’ve been around the city all day, seeing old contacts. You’re drunk. How much have you had to drink already...?”
Gaara had never even heard of Lee being drunk before in their small town, and he’d thought that the smith didn’t even partake in the spirits when the men got together at local bars. This was new.
“Just...just one sip...I think. Maybe two.” Lee announced cheerfully while the resident bartender and innkeeper passed by and shook his head at Lee.
“Never seen anyone as lightweight as him. Broke me a fuckin’ table!” he grumbled as he hefted pieces of said table to dispose of.
Lee hiccuped before a side loped grin appeared on his face and he held up his arm in beckoning. “It was no match for the Green Beast! Give me a worthy opponent and I will destroy him!” The hand on Gaara’s waist tightened briefly before Lee’s legs gave out and he fell against the sorcerer, his weight pinning Gaara against the side of the staircase half-hidden from the dining hall. The momentary shock had Lee’s eyes opening wide as he stared at Gaara’s face before they lidded and the wide grin returned. “Sex is good too," he murmured, rubbing Gaara’s cheek with his thumb.
“Not while you’re drunk,” Gaara grunted, though he shuddered and his breath caught briefly. It had been a while since Lee had given him this kind of attention. The smith’s eyes were lidded and dopey, making Gaara think of a fog verses a night sky. He slipped his hand over Lee’s near his face and squeezed it. The smell of alcohol on Lee’s breath strengthened his resolve as their faces came too close together.
“I’m not in the mood. Why don’t we work on getting you toward our room, hm? And where is your gremlin?” Gaara tried to slip an arm around Lee’s torso and put him back on his feet, but wasn’t quite managing.
"He is...um...somewhere in our room. He did not want to dance for my new friends." Lee shrugged. While Gaara struggled to get him to his feet, Lee leaned down and sloppily kissed the sorcerer. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest before he nipped Gaara's lower lip. Both hands fastened on Gaara's waist then with a sudden tug, Lee hefted the other man over his shoulder with his cloak falling over his head. "Yosh! Off to our room of love! If I do not get you in the mood, then I will run through the city twenty times!" He patted Gaara's ass before making his way up the stairs in a drunken jog.
“Dammit, Lee! Put me down!” Gaara squirmed and kicked his feet uselessly in the air behind him, grunting with every step of Lee’s feet as it jarred his breath. He knew he could overpower the smith with magic if he needed to, especially in his drunken condition. However, his goal had been to get Lee back to their room, and that’s where they were headed....
“This is humiliating. The worst way you could try to turn me on. Ever.” Gaara sighed and stopped flailing as Lee ducked under the doorway to their room.
Lee moved over to the bed and carefully set Gaara down on the mattress. Once the redhead was off his shoulder, Lee wasted no time in propping one knee beside him and yank off his shirt. The smith's chest was dusted with soot and some of the chest hair looked singed. "You do not complain when you are held up by my tentacles and forced to thrust down on my cock," he said, baring his teeth with an edge to his grin.
"Come on... I want to celebrate." He hiccuped and began kissing Gaara's hand in slow, lazy movements. "I found an apprenticeship in the city."
“The tentacles are different. And what do you mean, an apprenticeship?” Gaara flushed as he tried not to let Lee’s advances overcome his better judgement. Lee wasn’t in his right mind right now, and Gaara knew that if the smith was sober he wouldn’t be doing this. He’d been avoiding intimacy since they’d still been in the mansion. He squirmed away, trying to get out from under Lee’s body. Gaara tugged his hand out of Lee’s and braced against his chest. “You can’t get an apprenticeship right now- we’re still on a quest. You have other things you need to focus on.”
"Forget the quest for a moment. This is the best opportunity I have ever had!" Lee straddled Gaara's legs and frowned at the hand on his chest as if wondering when it got there. He lowered his head instead and buried his face on Gaara’s arm. “I have been waiting for you to- nng...to come home. And then someone...um...someone gave me a drink. But still! Celebrate with me, Master Gaara.”
“No, Lee.” Gaara sighed sharply as his patience seriously threatened to break. He understood very clearly now why he’d never seen Lee drink before- this was a mess. Had he really only had a sip? That seemed impossible. “I really, really, really don’t want to right now. Why don’t you just lay down with me for a while? You can tell me all about what happened today in the morning when you wake up- sober.”
Gaara struggled to sit up, but it wasn’t easy with Lee’s weight on his lap and falling over him as the smith swayed. The sorcerer captured Lee’s face with one hand and tried to hold him still long enough to catch his eye. He sent a small wave of power through Lee to drain some of his energy and make him tired. It was subtle, hardly noticeable to someone who was in their right mind. “Aren’t you tired, Lee? Don’t you want to lay down with me?” Gaara asked, trying to make it sound like Lee’s idea.
“Hnnn...I am a little tired,” Lee muttered, brows furrowing as the energy drain worked on his body. There was still giddiness on his face even when he swayed dangerously from side to side, ready to topple over at any moment. His lidded eyes met Gaara’s and began to blink in sudden exhaustion. “Can I...hrmm...can I do you in the morning? Hmhm- do you hard.”
Trailing off with a chuckle, the smith nodded off with his summoned gremlin dropping down on his shoulder from the beams above. It yanked on Lee’s ear and complained loudly about the smith’s erratic behavior that night.
“Of course, of course,” Gaara nodded agreeably and tried guiding Lee down onto the bed next to him, only halfway succeeding as his legs remained tangled under the smith’s weight. He plucked the gremlin off Lee’s shoulder and winced at the shrill note to its voice.
“He’s drunk. He’ll probably get what’s coming to him when he wakes up in the morning.” Gaara was hoping that Lee woke up with a much deserving hang-over, to remind him exactly why he shouldn’t drink. Though how he could get a hang-over from one sip was unimaginable. Gaara set the gremlin on the pillows and hefted himself out from under Lee’s body with a grunt of effort. He was heavy!
It was a few minutes later and some magic to possess the sheets before Gaara managed to get Lee to lay properly on the bed, sighing as he pulled the blankets into place. He had a lot to think about now. Lee had found an apprenticeship? What did that even mean? Lee was supposed to stay with him! Did the smith expect Gaara to stay in the city? This was ridiculous.
Chapter: 11/18
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four 1, Four 2, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten
Authors:
lucklessmallory and
chinesethorn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LeexGaara
Summary: Tentacles, ftw?! Gaara is a sorcerer outside of the small town where Lee works as a smith. When Lee sits in on one of Gaara's ritual summonings, something starts to go terribly wrong...
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“Continue down Main Street for three blocks, then take a left down Dragonfly. Keep on that road until you see the smithy’s sign on the right. If you reach the Copper-a-Loaf bread store, you’ve gone to far.” Gaara patted Lee’s shoulder and looked around, his mind distracted as he thought about the day ahead. He was going in the almost opposite direction of his friend, so they needed to separate here.
“Got it.” Lee nodded, fingers twitching for a piece of paper and a quill to write down the directions. It was his first time to be in a city as large as this, and he was already getting the first strands of nervousness and excitement from it. For the first time in a long while, he had major prospects for his future and his craft.
Lee placed a hand on Gaara's shoulder and squeezed it, mostly to get Gaara to really look at him instead of looking like he was ready to be on his way already. "Take care, Master Gaara. If I lose my way, I am sure the locals can help me."
The sorcerer paused and glanced up at his friend’s face, finally taking the time to notice the man’s expression. Lee’s eyes were crinkled in the way that usually meant he was happy or at least pleased with something, and there was a twist to his usual grin that suggested nerves. Gaara nodded and his focused frown softened briefly. “I’ll get in contact with you if something comes up. Stay out of trouble, and meet me back at the inn when you’re done.”
Patting the hand on his shoulder briefly, Gaara turned away and melted into the crowd. It was difficult for him not to stick out sometimes because of the vivid coloring of his hair and the aura of magic in his demeanor, but he was long practiced at not being noticed when he needed it. He found his way down an alley, working his path along the city’s lesser known roads for the rejected or illegal trades. Shady figures littered the alleys like trash, and Gaara even spotted some faces leaning over the rooftops, yet another method of travel for those who didn’t wish to be seen. He payed them no mind further than shielding his back and pulling the hood of his cloak over his head.
As he descended deeper into the dark arteries of the city, the rows of brick and mortar buildings shifted into decrepit structures where it was quieter, filled with a sense of foreboding as the noise from the main street faded into a muted buzz. The few people who peered out from the dusty windows or leaned against crumbling walls watched the sorcerer pass by with dull stares.
One of the side streets led to the back of a warehouse where two men and a woman stood in front of a closed door. Both men were smoking thick cigars and had some sort of marking on their faces. The woman’s neck was covered in purple lines which showed when she tilted her head to the side at seeing Gaara appear at the corner. She stole one of the men’s cigars and took a puff, watching the hooded figure with nonchalance.
Gaara stepped up to the door at a semi-respectful distance, peering at the guards’ faces from beneath his hood. His expression remained passive, though the strong pungency of the cigar made him want to wrinkle his nose with distaste. He’d always hated smokers. “I’m here to see the Snake. The Tanuki is paying him a visit.”
The woman nodded at one of the men, who darted inside the warehouse with a clatter of the metal door. She blew a stream of smoke towards Gaara with a raised brow, her eyes red-rimmed as a user of red sand and any member of the Sound ring. A few minutes later and the door opened with the first man gesturing inside for Gaara to follow.
The sorcerer ducked his head and followed the guard inside, not bothering a glance at the other two as he passed. He was familiar with the narrow halls as he moved, not needing to look to his guide to know each twist in their path before they turned. Nothing much had changed since the last time he’d payed this old connection a visit.
The candles in the tall sconces flickered, creating shadows out of nothing around them. It was daylight outside, but in here it felt like a dreary midnight atmosphere. Gaara passed several rooms where he could hear lively voices, some more subdued with secrecy, but no one looked up at him. Minding one’s own business was the key to survival in the black market. The guard ahead of him finally came to a stop and knocked briefly on a tall door, before opening it and gesturing for the sorcerer to step into a large room. Windows made the light shockingly bright compared to the halls. Gaara pushed back his hood and raised a brow at the old snake.
“Orochimaru,” he greeted.
At Gaara’s entrance, the lull of conversation ceased in the room even though most went about their business in feigned ignorance.
“My, what a delicious sight. I’d heard you were in the city, but I never thought you’d visit me, little Tanuki.” Seated on a plush divan, Orochimaru waved away the guard who brought Gaara in and lecherously ran his long purple-dyed tongue over his lips. The man’s eyes were yellow, pupils dilated and snake-like from smoke and the drugs his crime ring smuggled into the city. Spreading his legs, he leaned forward in his seat while the guards he kept at his side looked on with bored expressions. “Are you here to finally join me?”
“Of course not.” Gaara almost rolled his eyes and stepped forward. He gripped the back of an unused chair and pulled it out from under a table, taking a seat across from the other man. He cross his arms across his chest and leaned back as he spoke. He kept a close watch on the position of Orochimaru’s minions in the peripheral of his eyes. “I made it clear on my first visit with you that I was uninterested in joining your organization. I reiterated on the visit after that, and the one after that, and the one after that.”
“It never hurts to ask.” Orochimaru smirked while one of his serving men set down a cup of spiced tea for both men. “I could use a man of your...considerable talent and teach you things you would never learn from anyone else. What are you after this time? A contract? A bribe? Women...or men?”
“None of the above. I’m here for information.” Gaara cocked his head to the side and a sour, bitter smirk crossed his expression. His feet were firmly planted on the ground beneath his chair. “I believe you are familiar with my old master, Shukaku. I’m currently trying to track down his location.”
Leaning back against the divan, Orochimaru slid his hand across the high arm rest on one side as he flicked his tongue over his lips. “That’s someone I haven’t seen in a long time. Not since that Weasel went after him.” From behind the divan, a black sleek head reared up as Manda tasted the air around her master. The large snake slithered and curled around Orochimaru’s hand until she was wrapped around her shoulders. He stroked her head before laughter rumbled in his throat.
“But I know where he is.” He picked up one of the teacups and sipped it calmly, his eyes never leaving Gaara’s frame. Manda flicked her tongue out at Gaara as if asking a question herself. Information was never free. “What will you give me for this information?”
Gaara had been prepared for this. Orochimaru was a greedy bastard who wouldn’t lift a hand to save his own mother unless she paid him in advance. Gaara reached into his robe and summoned a short, thick vial of something red and swirling. It was heavier than it looked, much like gold, and the sorcerer tested its weight in his palm as he spoke.
“My abilities have become quite advanced since the last time we saw each other. I’ve learned how to obtain some precious elements for my potions.” Gaara knew for a fact that Orochimaru wasn’t as healthy now as he’d been in his youth, and rumors told that the snake had a growing fear of death and illness as he aged. “This potion is guaranteed to add thirteen years to your natural life span, or it can save you on the brink of death if you choose not to drink it immediately. This is what I’m offering- make it worth my time.”
Orochimaru’s eyes narrowed with the sorcerer’s offer. Manda reared up and flicked her tongue out, tasting the air for poison as her master slowly grinned. “I see now how far you’ve come. My interest in you grows, little Tanuki, and so does that of many who would see you fall.” The snake hadn’t taken his eyes off of the potion since Gaara brought it out, but he fixed his gaze on the redhead now. “Very well. You’ll have the information you want by sunrise tomorrow. But consider my offer once more. You and I are the same. We both seek power at the cost of our damnation and the sacrifice of others.”
“I’m not like you.” The slight upcurl of Gaara’s lips turned down firmly and his eyes narrowed. He shook his head and hefted the potion again. “I will continue doing business with you in the future, but that is all I can promise you, and even that may change with time.”
The redhead sent the potion forward, levitating it before the snake man. It twisted and turn in the air, like an unholy temptation waiting to be plucked. “I’ll give this to you now, but that is only half the potion. There is one other mixture you need to drink with it, or else it won’t work. I’ll give that to you tomorrow, when I receive my information.”
“A pity. Tomorrow then. Pleasure doing business with you, as always.” Orochimaru waved a hand with one of his men moving to stand behind Gaara. “There’s one more thing you should know- free of charge. When you do find your master, bring a gourd.” Leaving it at that, the man took the potion in the air and tucked it in the folds of his robes.
Gaara crossed his arms in displeasure. He hated it when Orochimaru spoke in riddles. The crazy old man always thought he was being clever. The sorcerer knew the value of whatever hidden message had been conveyed however, and decided to think it over. He turn swiftly, causing his cloak to give a dramatic flare before he exited, followed closely by the snake’s guards.
It was after dark before Gaara finally returned to the inn where he and Lee had rented a room. He’d gone around the city to check on his other contacts, but Orochimaru remained his best bet. The sorcerer rubbed his face briefly as he stepped inside the building and passed through a lively dining hall on his way to the stairs.
The sounds of boisterous conversation and clatter of beer mugs echoed throughout the inn, like in many of the places he and Lee stayed at during their travels. That is, until Gaara passed by the archway of the hall and something crashed from inside while a tall, heavy body knocked into his and a hand fastened on his waist. “Heeeey, Maaaster Gaaraaa.” Lee grinned down at him with unfocused eyes and alcohol in his breath. Most of his weight pressed down against Gaara as the smith tried to steady himself on wobbly legs. "Whu...where did you go all day? I missed you so muchmrmrm...." He nuzzled Gaara's hair shamelessly, wrinkling his nose when he caught a whiff of the dregs Gaara had been to.
“Lee-?” Gaara blinked in surprise and raised a brow at the thick smell of alcohol, grunting as he tried not to fall under Lee’s weight. His legs buckled as he pushed against the other man’s shoulders. Lee’s hands felt clingy and clumsy where he held onto Gaara, but still held the same incredible strength that made pushing him completely away impossible. “Lee, I’ve been around the city all day, seeing old contacts. You’re drunk. How much have you had to drink already...?”
Gaara had never even heard of Lee being drunk before in their small town, and he’d thought that the smith didn’t even partake in the spirits when the men got together at local bars. This was new.
“Just...just one sip...I think. Maybe two.” Lee announced cheerfully while the resident bartender and innkeeper passed by and shook his head at Lee.
“Never seen anyone as lightweight as him. Broke me a fuckin’ table!” he grumbled as he hefted pieces of said table to dispose of.
Lee hiccuped before a side loped grin appeared on his face and he held up his arm in beckoning. “It was no match for the Green Beast! Give me a worthy opponent and I will destroy him!” The hand on Gaara’s waist tightened briefly before Lee’s legs gave out and he fell against the sorcerer, his weight pinning Gaara against the side of the staircase half-hidden from the dining hall. The momentary shock had Lee’s eyes opening wide as he stared at Gaara’s face before they lidded and the wide grin returned. “Sex is good too," he murmured, rubbing Gaara’s cheek with his thumb.
“Not while you’re drunk,” Gaara grunted, though he shuddered and his breath caught briefly. It had been a while since Lee had given him this kind of attention. The smith’s eyes were lidded and dopey, making Gaara think of a fog verses a night sky. He slipped his hand over Lee’s near his face and squeezed it. The smell of alcohol on Lee’s breath strengthened his resolve as their faces came too close together.
“I’m not in the mood. Why don’t we work on getting you toward our room, hm? And where is your gremlin?” Gaara tried to slip an arm around Lee’s torso and put him back on his feet, but wasn’t quite managing.
"He is...um...somewhere in our room. He did not want to dance for my new friends." Lee shrugged. While Gaara struggled to get him to his feet, Lee leaned down and sloppily kissed the sorcerer. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest before he nipped Gaara's lower lip. Both hands fastened on Gaara's waist then with a sudden tug, Lee hefted the other man over his shoulder with his cloak falling over his head. "Yosh! Off to our room of love! If I do not get you in the mood, then I will run through the city twenty times!" He patted Gaara's ass before making his way up the stairs in a drunken jog.
“Dammit, Lee! Put me down!” Gaara squirmed and kicked his feet uselessly in the air behind him, grunting with every step of Lee’s feet as it jarred his breath. He knew he could overpower the smith with magic if he needed to, especially in his drunken condition. However, his goal had been to get Lee back to their room, and that’s where they were headed....
“This is humiliating. The worst way you could try to turn me on. Ever.” Gaara sighed and stopped flailing as Lee ducked under the doorway to their room.
Lee moved over to the bed and carefully set Gaara down on the mattress. Once the redhead was off his shoulder, Lee wasted no time in propping one knee beside him and yank off his shirt. The smith's chest was dusted with soot and some of the chest hair looked singed. "You do not complain when you are held up by my tentacles and forced to thrust down on my cock," he said, baring his teeth with an edge to his grin.
"Come on... I want to celebrate." He hiccuped and began kissing Gaara's hand in slow, lazy movements. "I found an apprenticeship in the city."
“The tentacles are different. And what do you mean, an apprenticeship?” Gaara flushed as he tried not to let Lee’s advances overcome his better judgement. Lee wasn’t in his right mind right now, and Gaara knew that if the smith was sober he wouldn’t be doing this. He’d been avoiding intimacy since they’d still been in the mansion. He squirmed away, trying to get out from under Lee’s body. Gaara tugged his hand out of Lee’s and braced against his chest. “You can’t get an apprenticeship right now- we’re still on a quest. You have other things you need to focus on.”
"Forget the quest for a moment. This is the best opportunity I have ever had!" Lee straddled Gaara's legs and frowned at the hand on his chest as if wondering when it got there. He lowered his head instead and buried his face on Gaara’s arm. “I have been waiting for you to- nng...to come home. And then someone...um...someone gave me a drink. But still! Celebrate with me, Master Gaara.”
“No, Lee.” Gaara sighed sharply as his patience seriously threatened to break. He understood very clearly now why he’d never seen Lee drink before- this was a mess. Had he really only had a sip? That seemed impossible. “I really, really, really don’t want to right now. Why don’t you just lay down with me for a while? You can tell me all about what happened today in the morning when you wake up- sober.”
Gaara struggled to sit up, but it wasn’t easy with Lee’s weight on his lap and falling over him as the smith swayed. The sorcerer captured Lee’s face with one hand and tried to hold him still long enough to catch his eye. He sent a small wave of power through Lee to drain some of his energy and make him tired. It was subtle, hardly noticeable to someone who was in their right mind. “Aren’t you tired, Lee? Don’t you want to lay down with me?” Gaara asked, trying to make it sound like Lee’s idea.
“Hnnn...I am a little tired,” Lee muttered, brows furrowing as the energy drain worked on his body. There was still giddiness on his face even when he swayed dangerously from side to side, ready to topple over at any moment. His lidded eyes met Gaara’s and began to blink in sudden exhaustion. “Can I...hrmm...can I do you in the morning? Hmhm- do you hard.”
Trailing off with a chuckle, the smith nodded off with his summoned gremlin dropping down on his shoulder from the beams above. It yanked on Lee’s ear and complained loudly about the smith’s erratic behavior that night.
“Of course, of course,” Gaara nodded agreeably and tried guiding Lee down onto the bed next to him, only halfway succeeding as his legs remained tangled under the smith’s weight. He plucked the gremlin off Lee’s shoulder and winced at the shrill note to its voice.
“He’s drunk. He’ll probably get what’s coming to him when he wakes up in the morning.” Gaara was hoping that Lee woke up with a much deserving hang-over, to remind him exactly why he shouldn’t drink. Though how he could get a hang-over from one sip was unimaginable. Gaara set the gremlin on the pillows and hefted himself out from under Lee’s body with a grunt of effort. He was heavy!
It was a few minutes later and some magic to possess the sheets before Gaara managed to get Lee to lay properly on the bed, sighing as he pulled the blankets into place. He had a lot to think about now. Lee had found an apprenticeship? What did that even mean? Lee was supposed to stay with him! Did the smith expect Gaara to stay in the city? This was ridiculous.