Chapter 1 - Ritual

Ritual



It was becoming a ritual. Almost as much as the wrapping of his bandages had become one. Almost as important to him as that ritual as well. Though for vastly different reasons.

Only four years ago, they hadn’t known each other from the ANBU guarding the palace – being in different age groups will do that to people. It was the serendipitous decisions of their Jounin-sensei’s that had thrown them together. And a year ago, after two and a half years apart, they had been thrown together again.

Now – at seventeen, nearly eighteen really, they saw each other nearly daily. Hence the new ritual.

It took place before any other activity, first thing in the morning. He would wake up after a night filled with passionate dreams to find himself unbearably, painfully aroused.

The first few times it had happened, he had thought it only a passing hormonal thing – something he had been warned about both in sex-ed at the academy and in more romantic terms, by his Sensei. He had thought it would stop there.

But, as by now was painfully obvious, it was not a passing problem. It happened during the day as well these days, especially during sparring matches, or even just when they were joking about.

If he really thought about it, he knew it wasn’t just a physical thing either. Not any more at least. The very thought of his friends smile, his bright eyes, his laugh, it brought a warmness to his chest.

Which is why it was getting to be a full on ritual.

With a gently trembling hand, Lee palmed and then cupped his frustrating and heavy erection. As he wrapped lithe, dextrous, calloused fingers around his length, images of bronzed skin, glistening with sweat after a good spar, blond locks sticking to damp skin, blue eyes shining with mirth, whiskered cheeks dusted red from exertion, filled his mind.

Flashes of the few times he had seen Naruto without his jacket and t-shirt on followed swiftly. Lee could almost feel the way the net top pulled and flexed against its owners chest.

He had this down to a science by now.

Start slow, with long, languorous tugs, imagining the eyes watching him, the grin formed just for him. Follow with harder, quicker tugs while thinking of that body moving, light glistening on toned muscles. Finish almost erratically, coming into his cupped fist, to the imagined feel of Naruto over him, touching him, pushing him down and sliding into him.

He always came to the thought of Naruto holding him down and splitting him wide and hard.

Sometimes in the dojo where they trained, sometimes out in the forest, occasionally in his own bed. Whichever imagined location, it was always the same. The very thought of Naruto breaching his most intimate place pushed him over the edge.

Sighing, Lee allowed himself the fantasy for a moment, before jerking off the bed and into the bathroom to continue his morning routine.

* * * *

In a world where the next mission could mean your death, Lee had often found himself ribbed for being a romantic. Unlike most, (not all, but most,) other Shinobi who bed-hopped with the best of them, seeking and finding physical contact wherever they could, Lee couldn’t bring himself to do it. It simply wasn’t in his nature.

It was common knowledge amongst his peers – and he really hoped not his superiors – that Lee was a virgin. In fact, Kiba often joked that he was saving himself for marriage. Something few Shinobi could afford to do.

While Lee normally laughed such comments off, he knew that Kiba was in fact hitting a bit closer to home than he knew.

He had grown up since the days of openly declaring his love to Sakura. He now knew it was very unlikely he would ever marry – unless it was for convenience only, an arranged marriage perhaps, to produce and heir or two - for he had known for quite some time that he was gay.

What Lee was actually doing – and this would surprise those like Kiba – was saving himself for the right person. It was just his bad luck that he felt that person to be one Uzumaki Naruto, close friend, sparring partner, heir to the position of Hokage (already chosen as successor by the current Sixth, Hokage Hatake) and as far as he could tell, straight.

It was that last that actually helped him to stay his hand whenever he felt the urge to just grab the apparently oblivious blond and kiss him into submission. Well – he assumed he was oblivious – but sometimes there was this look on his face when they were alone…

* * * *

Before he had even managed to have breakfast – it was still simmering on the stove – there was a knock at his apartment door. Bare chested and hair still ruffled and damp from his morning shower, Lee opened the door and found himself face to face with the object of his desires.

He would have been surprised, except he remembered they had been assigned a mission together. The blonds smile faltered as blue eyes travelled down his chest, taking in the numerous scars and spattering of coarse chest hair.

“I’m not that ugly, Naruto. You don’t have to stare.”

“Uh, what?”

Lee hadn’t really noticed until that moment that no-one ever saw him sans-clothing. He was fastidious about keeping himself covered; almost head to foot, knowing that he really wasn’t anything special to look at – especially not with his extensive scarring. He honestly believed his body was ugly.

“Never mind! It is a beautiful morning, come inside.” He stepped back to let Naruto pass, “I was just about to have a nourishing breakfast.”

He padded into his kitchen as Naruto closed the door, toed his sandals off and dropped his travel pack next to them. They had been paired up to take a rather boring escort mission today. Basically, they had to protect a civilian family as they travelled to Rock Country for trade purposes. It would take a week to get there and once they had, they would hand the family over to their Rock counterparts and then return alone.

Lee rubbed at his hair with a towel, trying to dry it. He refused to use hairdryers, the things always made his hair fluffy and brought out the slight curl that he had detested since his youth.

“You’re not ugly,” Naruto dropped into one of his kitchen-chairs, giving him a very direct and calculating look.

Lee tried very hard not to blush, but it was like trying to stop a tsunami with an umbrella. He turned away to spoon his breakfast into two bowls (because Naruto was a bottomless pit and would eat just about anything.) The blush was back under control when he placed the second bowl in front of his bemused friend.

“It is porridge,” he said, as Naruto poked it with his spoon, suspicion clear on his face.

“I knew that.”

As Naruto ate, Lee pulled the dangling top half of his suit up and on, zipping it with practiced ease.

“So it is a cat-suit!”

Lee looked up, spoon halfway to his mouth.

“Gai-Sensei gave me one years ago. Perv-Sanin wouldn’t let me wear it though.”

Lee swallowed, “When was that?”

Naruto waved his spoon, “Just after our first Chuunin exam, when you were in hospital that time? I was going off with Perv-Sanin to find Tsunade-Baa-Chan to get you better. He gave it to me as thanks. Never did try it on, still got it somewhere.”

Lee blinked. That was a long time ago. So much had changed since then.

“What d’you put in this stuff, anyway? Sakura’s porridge never tastes this good.”

Lee shook his head and refocused on the present, “Oh. Um. Milk, water, local honey, some nutmeg and a little chopped almond.”

“Nice! Got any left?”

“Of course, on the stove. Help yourself.”

* * * *

This really was the most boring mission they had ever had to take. They were two days into it so far, and nothing more interesting than a rabid bear had yet happened. Not that he wanted anything worse to happen, because a rabid bear was not a sight to be forgotten, he was sure he’d have nightmares about it for years to come; it was just rather frustrating.

The annoying part though, and here he would not be argued with on the point, was that the eldest girl from the family they were escorting, kept flirting with Naruto. Worse, Naruto was flirting back.

He really couldn’t blame either of them, though. She was tall, beautiful in the classic sense, with brilliant green eyes and long black hair. He was the bronzed, muscled gift to mankind.

It was just that, every time he saw it happening, there was a pang in his chest. It was getting to the point that he wanted to consult a medic, just to make sure he wasn’t about to have a heart attack.

As they set up camp for the second night on the road, Lee made himself a nest a bit farther away from the rest of the camp than he had the previous night. He really didn’t want to have to listen to the girl, Chihiro, giggling all evening. It simply served to remind him of how alone he felt, even when he was with his friends.

He told Naruto he’d take first watch and settled in a nearby tree that overlooked the camp. He pulled a kunai from his thigh-pouch and very slowly and very carefully carved the kanji ‘Ai’ into the bark beside him.

It kept him occupied for a while, until he finished it, brushing away the dust that had settled on his knee. The night was calm. There was little noise beyond the occasional night creature. Luckily, he was far enough away from the camp that he couldn’t discern between the different voices and the giggles were so muted as to be unnoticeable.

Looking out at the empty night, he sighed and began to carve his own name under the kanji.

Much later that night, long after the camp had gone quiet, when even the forest itself had become almost silent; Naruto joined him on the tree branch. The blond eyed the small carving, one eyebrow raised. As casually as he could, Lee moved slightly, in an attempt to obscure his friends view.

“So, tell me then, who are you in love with?”

Naruto was grinning, he could tell by the sound of his voice. Normally it was a grin he loved, a grin he would bask in, but right at this moment, he was too tired and too distraught. After two days of watching the man he – the man he felt things for - flirt unrepentantly with a young woman they barely knew, he couldn’t stand to be questioned thus.

He brushed the dust from his knee again and stood, “It is no one, Naruto. I will see you in the morning.”

He left Naruto bewildered and alone on the branch. After toeing off his sandals, he curled up in the blankets he had set out for himself earlier in the evening, trying to ignore the fact that Naruto had moved his own bedding, setting it up only feet away from him.

It took him a long while to drift off, and even as he did, images of Naruto pushing him against the rough bark of the tree flooded his senses, denying him a restful sleep.

* * * *

The transfer to their Rock counterparts went smoothly enough. They stayed within their own lands, behind their own borders, and simply allowed the civilian family to pass the short distance between them. Chihiro was the only member to look back, giving a slight farewell wave to Naruto.

Lee listened as his mission partner grumbled about the whole thing under his breath. He didn’t mind so much though, because as soon as the family began to leave with the Rock Ninja, a weight lifted from his chest. Let Naruto complain all he wanted, at least now there wasn’t an annoyingly giggly girl to occupy his attention.

He was beginning to look forward to the trip home.

As they travelled, leisurely trekking through the forest on well used tracks, Lee realised he felt lighter and happier, felt like he was returning to his normal self. He had a feeling Naruto noticed, because he caught the blond giving him assessing looks.

Eventually, Naruto apparently couldn’t keep his mouth shut any longer, “So, who’s the lucky girl?”

Lee paused, “Girl?”

Naruto grinned, hands clamping firmly behind his head as they walked, “The girl you’re in love with, of course! I saw the carving in the tree. And the way you’ve been watching me and Chihiro this whole time, there’s definitely a girl! Spill!”

Lee felt the blush spread across his face. He thought he’d been discreet, watching the interaction – but apparently Naruto had noticed. Unfortunately he’d gotten the wrong end of the stick. Or fortunately, depending on your view.

“..long black hair… Is it Hinata?”

Lee started, “Pardon? Hinata? No! No – she is a lovely girl, but no, I do not have feelings for her.”

“You’re not in love with Sakura again, are you?”

“No! Naruto, there is no girl. I was simply daydreaming when I made that carving.” Hopefully, his travel partner would not notice the obvious hint in that statement.

Naruto sagged slightly, a thoughtful look settling onto his features.

Tight-lipped and slightly depressed – something he wasn’t used to feeling – Lee continued the rest of the walk that day in silence.

* * * *

Unfortunately, the conversation lead to a heated dream in which, instead of ending the conversation as he had, Lee had allowed it to continue, eventually confessing his love for Naruto, receiving a declaration of love in return and pressing him against the nearest tree.

The dream sort of went downhill from there, ending up with Lee awakening to a hard-on that he couldn’t relieve himself of. He could not, under any circumstances, indulge in his new ritual while Naruto lay snoring barely three feet away.

Well, in all honesty, he could, but he wasn’t going too – the mere thought of doing that brought a blush to his cheeks. Instead, he got up and packed away his things. He washed, dressed and then sat down to start breakfast. The mindless work of clearing up the small camp and cooking managed to calm his libido.

When he sat down to eat his porridge, he heard the barest hint of movement. Carefully putting down the bowl, he nudged Naruto awake and pressed a finger to his lips, eyes searching the surrounding trees. Naruto took the hint and clambered to his feet. If this was an ambush, he would have to put up with fighting in t-shirt and boxers.

Lee handed Naruto his weapons pouches and kept one eye on him as he strapped them to thigh and hip. “Do you know how many there are?” he whispered in an undertone – chakra detection was not something he was adept at, for obvious reasons. Naruto nodded and concentrated a moment.

“Ten…”

And they had no idea which Village they were from. Obviously they were not friendly; otherwise they would have made themselves known by now. Naruto pulled a kunai and then it started.

Missing Nin – a mixed group. As he moved, Lee noted the hitai-ites; Rock, Mist, Grass, Sand and even Leaf.

* * * *

Naruto was somewhere in the trees, Lee could hear the battle from where he knelt. Their opponents were strong. Stronger than expected. Lee was badly wounded, kneeling in the centre of the small clearing, holding closed the deep gash in his stomach, dripping blood and panting from exertion.

Sweat dropped from his nose, rippling the crimson pool around his knees.

Another scar to add to his collection, that was, if he survived. There were still three Missing Nin circling him, waiting for his next move – whether that was to be standing to continue the fight, or falling into a dead faint were equally possible at that moment.

Listening keenly to his assailants, Lee unwrapped one of his wrists and transferred the bandage to his stomach. Quickly, he wrapped the wound and tightened it to stem the flow of blood. Wiping the sweat from his brow, smearing blood over his unblemished skin, he stumbled to his feet.

With the sounds of Naruto’s battle loud in his ears, Lee refused to give in. Even if it took his last strength, he would defeat these enemy ninja. Just as soon as he got his legs to co-operate with him.

* * * *

He had killed them all. It was the one part of being Shinobi that he could never completely reconcile himself too. Their bodies were strewn about him, one of them in more than three pieces. Now he was resting.

He opened his eyes when he heard Naruto call out for him. He was sure the sounds of battle had stopped mere moments before. He’d been enjoying the silence.

With his last bit of strength, he lifted himself up on one elbow and raised his hand, “…Naruto... I am… here!”

“Kami! Fuzzy-Brow’s, what’d they do to you?”

Strong arms jostled him into a more comfortable position and he winced as nimble fingers began to explore his wounds. There were many. As always.

“…Mist Nin… poison…”

He caught the look of alarm on Naruto’s face, “Shit! I have to get you back to Konoha. I’m no good at poisons…”

Over the next delirious minutes, Naruto cleaned his wounds, dressed them and tried to get him comfortable. Lee knew there wasn’t much else to be done – he was no Jinchuuriki, he would never heal as well as Naruto did and they were still so far away from Konoha. Realistically, if they didn’t meet a healer on the way home, he was likely dead.

Knowing that and accepting it were two separate things though. He refused to die. He refused to let the pain take over, refused to acknowledge the ebb and flow of it through his body.

He was too young, too youthful, too full of vigour and strength to allow himself to die here. If nothing else – he refused to die a damn virgin.

Naruto burdened himself with what he could, taking both travel packs. Lee gladly accepted the weight of the sleeping-bags (not that they weighed much, but he wanted to be as helpful as he could, relying as he was on Naruto’s strength to keep him going) and they set off for home, Lee leaning heavily on Naruto as they walked.

* * * *

The nightmares began even before he fell asleep. The poison was working its way through his system, even though they had tried to stop it by lessening his movements, slowing his heart-rate.

He was a failure. He was useless. He couldn’t protect himself, let alone the people he loved. Even as they moved, his mind was reeling with these thoughts, images of his loved ones flitting before his eyes. Gai. Sakura. Neji and Tenten. Naruto.

When Naruto stopped them for the night, Lee sank into a fever ridden, terror-filled night, watching as he failed to save his precious people. Watching as one by one, each of them died, horrifically.

He seemed to wake at one point, Naruto lifting him in strong arms and pressing the canteen to his lips. The feel of the hard muscles against his back centred him and chased the night-terrors away for a while. He fell back into nothingness with his head cradled against Naruto’s shoulder.

When he woke, the pain was ebbing, but his body was so weak, he felt like he was floating, drifting. Naruto tried to help him eat, but he couldn’t keep it down. They resorted to water, but he wasn’t feeling particularly thirsty and he didn’t feel hungry at all. Apparently the ebbing pain was taking his hunger and thirst with it.

They continued like this for three days.

As Naruto wrapped him in both their sleeping-bags on the third night, Lee tried to apologise, his teeth chattering as his body shook with chill and the effort to stay awake.

“I am sorry… Naruto… to be… such a… burden…”

Naruto shook his head and smiled, “Nothing to be sorry for, Fuzzy. Just hold on, we’ll get you home and fixed up in no time.”

Lee nodded, smiling, but he saw the look in Naruto’s eyes before he drifted off.

When he woke this night, Naruto was sitting beside him, a painful, drawn look on his face. The light of the small fire flickered over his skin, adding a warmth that was artificial. With the delirium playing heavily on his thoughts, emotions, desires, Lee reached one cold hand out and grasped at his friends, winding their fingers together and holding tightly.

Afraid that he really was going to die this night, he looked Naruto straight in the eye and confessed.

“…I love you … Naruto…”

The abrupt look of confusion on Naruto’s face was the last thing he saw before he dropped back into darkness.

* * * *

“Lee?”

That voice was familiar. He opened his eyes, but instantly regretted it as he was blinded by white. He groaned and tried to lift a hand to block the light.

A hand grabbed his wrist and held it down, “Lee, don’t – you’ll pull the venflon out!”

Ah. Sakura. Which meant he was alive and in Konoha.

He screwed his eyes shut and voiced the one question troubling him, “…Naruto?”

There was a sigh, “I don’t know where he is, at home I think.”

“…How long…?”

“You’ve been here three days. Naruto carried you the whole way. He was really upset when he got here, he was yelling for me to save you.” There was a quiet chuckle, “I was in surgery at the time; he just dragged me out and forced me at kunai point to…”

* * * *

He spent a fortnight in the hospital.

Gai cried manly tears and hugged him and visited every day. Chouji and Ino brought flowers and a fruit basket. Neji deigned to pay one five minute visit, but Tenten stayed for a good half an hour whenever she could. Everybody visited him; even Hokage Hatake came over and told him he was glad he hadn’t died.

Everybody except Naruto. Lee pretended not to notice.

When he was finally allowed home, Sakura accompanied him, as he was still weak. The poison had been quite debilitating and he’d been ordered to take a months rest, after the hospital stay. That meant his training had to be tailored to recovery, as did his menu. No strenuous training and lots of nourishing food.

As he stepped in his apartment, he expected to find his poor plant wilted and brown after two extra unexpected weeks of no water. But as Sakura placed his things on the small threadbare sofa, he found it was fresh and green, basking in the sunlight streaming through his living-room window.

2Now you take care, Lee. I’ve left a list of foods for you and Gai will be over tomorrow to talk about what training you are allowed to do. Ok?”

Lee smiled brightly, “Of course, Sakura! I will be extra careful.”

Sakura smiled back and hugged him, “I’m glad you pulled through, Lee, the village wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Lee was surprised but touched and as Sakura left, had to wipe a lone tear from his eye.

So. It looked like he really had confessed to Naruto, and lost a friend in the process. He regretted it terribly, but at the time, lost in fever and delirious, dying and with little hope that he would live, he had thought it the right thing to do.

With a sigh of frustration, he fixed himself a healthy dinner and spent the evening in silence, too tired, too upset to let his mind wander too far.

* * * *

He spent much of the next month slowly returning his strength to what it had been. He worked himself harder than the doctor’s had said to, mostly in an attempt to shut his head up. He’d found that the more tired he was, the less he thought.

He kept up his smiles for his friends, but his Sensei saw through them and often gave him troubled looks. Though he pretended not to notice Naruto’s absence, it was obvious others did.

Sakura pestered him to tell her what had happened on their mission. Gai tentatively questioned him on his depression. Tenten and Neji shared worried looks. But through all, he kept up his smiles and denied anything was wrong.

Finally, he was allowed to start taking missions again, but only the light ones. He adjusted himself to fixing fences, taking messages and catching lost pets, the types of missions he had thought he’d never have to do again once he reached Jounin level.

Despite his efforts, the dreams returned and persisted, until his ‘ritual’ was once again incorporated into his mornings. After a second month had passed since his release from hospital, he began to think bed-hopping was a good idea after all; perhaps it would release some of this interminable tension.

After the third month, he found himself sitting in a pub, alone, contemplating a small glass of sake. A sure sign that things were getting to him. He knew what alcohol did to him, but here he was, wondering if its soporific effects might wipe his memory for him, at least for one night.

With a sigh, he lifted the glass to his mouth. A hand slipped between his lips and the glass before he could even taste it. He looked up, frowning.

“..N - Naruto..?”

“Fuzzy-Brow’s, what are you doing?” There was a dark look in the blue eyes.

Lee dropped the glass and shot to his feet, the tension in his body having reached mountainous, planet sized levels. He couldn’t be here. He couldn’t face the man he loved, knowing that he hated him.

So he turned and left, so quickly that he knew even Naruto would have problems following him.

He locked his door behind him and his body shaking with shock, dropped jacket, shoes, weights and even his suit in a pile under the coat hooks. He threw his underwear at the corner of his room and stepped into the shower.

As the stream of ice-cold water hit him, he released one, loud, hacking sob and dropped to his knees.

“…Damnit...”

* * * *

Unfortunately, living in a Shinobi Village, meant most of its inhabitants could pick locks.

Naruto was waiting for him when he stepped out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. The Jinchuuriki was sitting calmly on the end of his bed, watching him with solemn eyes. Lee gripped the towel around his waist a little tighter.

“You’ve been crying.”

Lee wiped a wrist over his eyes. How long had Naruto been there? He started as Naruto stood and stepped toward him.

“I’m sorry, Lee.”

Lee blinked, “For what?”

Naruto looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his head, “For running away.”

Lee’s brain apparently went dead. He could only watch as Naruto looked at him again and stepped closer still.

“I was scared, ya know? No body ever told me they loved me before. S’not something I’m used to hearing. S’pecially not from blokes.”

Naruto huffed and a hint of his familiar grin found its way to his lips, “And then you went and practically died on me.”

Lee sagged a little.

“For the longest time, I thought it’d just been the fever talking, y’know? Could’ a been anyone there, and you’d a said the same thing, right?”

Lee gripped the towel even tighter, feeling the cloth tear in his fingers.

“Well… then I had Sakura telling me how depressed you were. And even Thick-Brows came to ask me what had happened! The icing on the whole damn cake was Neji coming and telling me to stop doing whatever it was I’d done to you.”

Naruto was now rather closer than he’d ever been in any situation other than a sparring match, Lee could feel his breath on his bare skin.

“So I went to find you tonight, and there you were, about to try getting drunk. I’ve never seen you do anything so damn stupid!”

Naruto glared at him, nose to nose. After a moment, Lee noticed Naruto’s fingers were trailing up his arms, tracing the extensive scarring on his left, the random lines, tears and criss-crosses on his right. Naruto didn’t look away.

“I was scared, Lee. I saw you there, covered in blood… I don’t have scars like you, my body is... different. I’m not used to seeing…”

A blink and a shake of the head and Naruto shifted his hands until the fingers trailed across his stomach, tracing the new scar, the one that had nearly killed him.

“Your body is human. These scars, they prove that, they show who and what you are.”

Lee lifted his free hand and smoothed the blond locks from Naruto’s eyes.

“I’m trying to say…” Blue eyes locked onto black. “I’m trying to say that I don’t know what I’d do, if … ugh, you know what I mean.” Lee laughed lightly as Naruto’s forehead hit his chest in defeat.

“Yuk. You’re all wet.”

“Well, yes. I have just taken a shower, Naruto.”

Fingers plucked at the towel, “And you’re nearly naked…” There was an unmistakable chuckle in his voice as he said that. Lee looked down at the top of Naruto’s head. He swallowed as parts of his anatomy betrayed him.

With a surprising speed and strength, Naruto toppled him onto his bed and sat astride him, pinning his thighs down with his butt. Lee squeaked indignantly but shut up the moment Naruto’s lips moved against his own in a soft, questioning kiss.

After a moment to regain his composure, Lee tentatively kissed back, hands moving up to slide through unruly blond hair.

“Hmmmm … ‘been wanting to do that for months…”

Surprised, Lee watched as Naruto sat up and removed his tops, dropping them unceremoniously in a pile on his floor.

Skin. So much bronzed, unblemished skin – and that strange tattoo around his navel. Lee smoothed his hands over the muscular stomach, revelling in his newfound permission to touch. Naruto reciprocated, tracing the scars on his flesh again, as if transfixed by the chaotic patterns.

Slowly, Naruto leaned down until the were lying flush together, chest to chest, hip to hip. One knee crooked slightly and a thigh pressed insistently against his groin, the towel doing very little indeed to hide his growing enthusiasm. Mindlessly, his hips moved, pressing his growing erection against Naruto’s firm leg, seeking anything, anything to release.

Lips found his again and the kiss was heated, passionate, as hands roamed his body, seeking out and finding every scar, running gentle pads over them, as if learning them. He gripped broad shoulders as those fingers lightly tickled; taking him to knew realms of pleasure.

As the lips moved down to his throat, he panted a question, “…Haa…Have you... done this before…?”

Lips trailed down to his chest and Naruto’s nose pressed into his chest-hair for a moment, “…Ye...yeah, a couple times…”

Strangely, that actually calmed him. At least Naruto knew what he was doing.

He stifled a squeak as a tongue began to trace the scarring on his chest. That…that was not expected. But it felt damn good.

“Kami! Do… do that again…”

He did. The tongue traced every scar it could find on his chest and moved down to his stomach. He gripped Naruto’s shoulders again and the blond gripped his hips and held him still.

He really did squeak as Naruto untied his towel with his teeth. “Wh-what are you doing?”

His head thunked on the pillows, hands suddenly grasping the duvet as Naruto’s tongue traced a slick trail up his cock.

“Oh! Oh Kami, oh my…” This was better than any fantasy. Kami, he was going to die, he knew it. Oh, but at least he’d die happy.

Before he knew what was happening, Naruto had swallowed him whole. He bit down on his wrist to keep from screaming as Naruto’s tongue swirled and writhed against his pulsing cock. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stop. Naruto sucked again and he came, the scream muffled by his wrist.

Panting from exertion, he squeaked again as Naruto simply licked him clean and slid back up his body. As Naruto’s lips found his and he tasted himself, he wrapped his arms around the body above him.

“Do you have any …um?”

Naruto gave him a mildly shocked look. “Well, actually, yeah.”

Lee smiled brightly, “Then please. Use it – I want you – Kami, there really is no ‘polite’ way of saying these things, is there?”

Naruto laughed, shoulders shaking with mirth, “Nope. You just gotta say it.”

Lee blushed, “Well then. Naruto, I would like you to, um, fuck me. Please.”

Naruto laughed even harder, his head dropping to Lee’s chest again. Lee glared at the ceiling, “What?”

Eventually, Naruto lifted his head and propped his chin on his palm, still grinning widely, mirth evident in his eyes, “S’just not something I ever thought I’d hear from your mouth!”

“Fine!” Lee made as if to get up, but Naruto pulled him down and pinned him.

“You ain’t going anywhere.” Once again, his lips were captured and the kiss quickly turned heated, until he was writhing below the blond, his skin tingling, his cock once again beginning to show interest. With an experimental thrust, he pressed his hips to Naruto’s and found an answering hardness.

“Hmmm.” Naruto deepened the kiss in response.

Lee shifted a hand down and tentatively stroked at the anatomy that had been plaguing his fantasies for the better part of a year. Naruto made appreciative noises, pushing against his hand, so he twisted the button and flies undone and slipped his hand inside, to press against hot, velvety flesh.

Oh, to finally be doing this! He’d thought it an impossible dream.

Naruto pulled away and panted against his cheek for a moment. “Lube’s…in my bag…”

Lee nodded and removed his hand. Naruto made a reluctant noise as he did so, but they both sat up and he watched as Naruto first kicked his trousers and underwear off, before routeing around in his small bag for the tube.

Finally, the blond sat up with the prized object in his hand, a grin plastered over his face. Lee blushed a little as he allowed his gaze to travel over the now naked body, displayed to him in all its glory.

Kami, the tan went all the way down! And the blonde hair was matched between muscular thighs, trickled around a proud, large cock. His mouth watered and his own erection reached fullness again at the sight.

Naruto pressed a hand on his chest and pushed him down flat against the pillows, before settling flush against him again, their erections brushing and causing twin gasps of pleasure. Naruto kissed him again, slow, long and deep, fingers trailing over his body again, tracing the now familiar scars. He began to rock their hips together and Lee arched up into the touch, sensory overload blanking his mind.

“Lift your leg. This’ll be a bit… strange, at first.”

Lee did as directed and watched as Naruto’s lube slicked finger disappeared from sight, jumped slightly as the cold wetness smoothed lightly around his anus. He relaxed his muscles, one by one, as he had taught himself over the years, calming down and pressing his forehead against Naruto’s shoulder.

Naruto gently pressed that finger against him, until finally, he was breached. He hissed at the unfamiliar sensation, teeth lightly scraping against Naruto’s shoulder as the finger moved deeper into him, slowly smoothing the lube all around, coating him. After long minutes of slow fingering, Naruto breathed a question into his hair, “More..?”

Lee nodded and a second finger pressed into him, stretching him wider, coating him further. He gasped as the fingers began to move, in and out, slowly fucking him. Kami, it felt weird – but good weird. He tightened his grip on Naruto and whispered, “More!”

The fingers left and he felt oddly bereft for a moment, until suddenly three pressed against him and slowly, carefully, pushed in. He bit down on the shoulder before him; this was what he had wanted, for so long. But it wasn’t enough yet. He wanted more.

As Naruto slowly fucked him with three fingers, he leaned up and grabbed his mouth with his own, kissing him passionately, deeply. As he did, Naruto moved his fingers quicker, scissoring and pushing, pulling, quicker and quicker. But it still wasn’t enough.

Lee broke for air and growled, “More!”

Naruto chuckled, “Impatient. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lee relented, but kissed him furiously, moaning as Naruto moved a fourth finger into him, with more lube. Eventually, finally, Naruto removed his fingers and shifted. Flushed, cheeks bright red, Lee spread his thighs as Naruto settled between them and coated his erection in lube, smiling at him the whole while.

The feel of Naruto’s erection resting against his hole had Lee panting again. He reached up and pulled Naruto down to him and they kissed as slowly, Naruto pressed into him. He breathed deeply, lips open against Naruto’s, as he was stretched and filled.

This... This was what he wanted and it was better than the fantasies, so much better. This was real, this was what he had dreamed of, to be breached, stretched, filled by his Naruto.

Naruto’s hips connected with his and they paused, foreheads pressed together, sharing breaths as they locked eyes, watching one another.

“Y’good, Fuzzy?”

“I…I am good, Naruto.”

Carefully, Naruto lifted both of Lee’s legs, hooking them through his elbows and then leaned down to kiss him. Lee panted, gasped as the small movements created waves of pleasure, radiating out from his anus. “Good.”

And then he was moving and Lee couldn’t think. This was beyond pleasure. This was…this was something he couldn’t put a name to!

He threw his head back and just ran with it, glorying in the feel of Naruto deep within him, holding him, pressed against him. That hardness moving inside him was beyond any pleasure he had dreamed of. The slow pull out, the rougher push in – it was frying his brain. He couldn’t think. Just as he was getting used to that pace, Naruto sped up, quicker, rougher, just as he had fantasised and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning like a wanton slut.

He stuffed his wrist back in his mouth again, just in time, as Naruto wrapped lube slicked fingers around his cock and began to tug in time with his thrusts.

Oh! Oh Kami, he couldn’t..!

Naruto grabbed his mouth with his own and stopped tugging, simply gripped him, stopping the orgasm before it hit.

“Not…yet…!”

Then he was lifting him, until he was sitting on Naruto’s lap, one of Naruto’s arms wrapped around him, the other hand still gripping his seeping erection. He gripped Naruto’s shoulders as they kissed, then slipped both arms around his neck as teeth nibbled at his lower lip, down his chin, against his throat.

“Lee…Move…”

At first confused, Lee didn’t know what to do, until Naruto gripped his hips and lifted him up, slowly, then pushing him back down again – they groaned in unison and he got the idea. Thighs gripping Naruto’s hips, Lee moved.

Before long, they were moaning, groaning, panting together, into each others mouths as they kissed in stops and starts. Naruto stopped gripping and began to tug again, in time to Lee’s movements, doubling, tripling the pleasure. The free arm wrapped around his back, hand open, palm down, smoothing over his muscles as Lee did the same, tracing his fingers over Naruto’s lean form, marvelling at the smooth skin, unmarred by any scarring – just as he had said.

A slight change in position from Naruto, and suddenly the cock inside him was stroking over something that shocked him. Shocked and pleasured. “Wha…! What..?”

He simply could not hold on any longer, that sudden stroke inside him released everything he had and he was coming, hard, over Naruto’s hand and both their stomachs, yelling as he did.

Lee slumped slightly as the waves of pleasure slipped away and Naruto slowly pushed him back again until, still moving, still thrusting, they were lying together again, the hot semen cooling between their bodies. Lee gripped Naruto’s hair, pulling him down to a languid kiss, enjoying the feel of him still moving inside him, the little after-shocks of pleasure as Naruto worked towards his own orgasm.

As Lee slipped a hand down and cupped his ass, squeezed it appreciatively, Naruto gave one hard, deep thrust and came and Lee could feel the throbbing erection inside him. Naruto thrust shallowly, slowly as he orgasmed, kissing Lee all the time, until finally, he stopped and they lay together, panting.

Chests heaving in unison, they looked at each other, Naruto smiling crookedly, Lee blushing furiously.

“We must do that again. As often as possibly.”

Naruto laughed and pulled out, flopping to one side. “Sure. Anytime, all the time!”

Lee grinned. Good.

FIN.