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Magic Gone Wrong!	By : LucklessMallory Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As Gaara walked down one of the the city’s side streets, he ignored the odd looks from a handful of passersby. Over the past two years or so, he’d discovered that the only way to be completely sure that Shukaku didn’t escape the gourd was to always keep it nearby. He’d gotten used to having it strapped to his back wherever he went, but even in this particular city- which was somewhat desensitized to sorcerers and oddness- he still got the occasional raised brow.
In this moment however, everyone else might have been miles and miles away for all the attention that Gaara would afford them. He was on his way to meet someone he’d been apart from for a long time. Toward the end of the street, he turned and opened the door to a smithy.
A burst of familiar heat filled the iron-clad smithy. The reception had a single stone bench and a counter on which a variety of intricate weapons and, surprisingly, staves were displayed. Hanging on the walls were samples of various crafts that were grades higher than those ever seen back in their town and made of materials that ranged from sturdy ores to rare orichalcum and moonsilver that only the magically-inclined would ever use.
But the strangest thing of all was the permeating presence of magic that lingered in the smithy, both warm and chilling at the same time.
The first thing that hit Gaara when he stepped inside was a horde of tiny gremlins that swarmed around him from shelves and tiny balconies fixed on the walls. They squeaked at him excitedly in welcome before the second thing came- a spark of magic that ricocheted off the iron walls until they exploded into tiny sparks upon contact with the magic surrounding Gaara.
“Sorry! That was my fault!” A tall man emerged from the back of the smithy with a leather apron on and a shining halberd held between tongs. The sheepish look on Lee’s face vanished when he saw who it was.
“I see you’ve advanced from turning trees strange colors.” Gaara waved a few lingering sparks away from his face, and patted a gremlin absently on the head as it squabbled at him. The sorcerer glanced around, then smiled at Lee in mute excitement. “Hello, Lee.”
Torn between the urge to run towards Gaara, and the still-soft metal he held between his tongs, Lee drew from the demon inside him and froze the tongs in the air. In a second, he'd wrapped his arms tight around Gaara and had buried his face in the other man's hair with tears of joy threatening to spill down his cheeks. The gremlins surrounding the sorcerer protested as they ran away from the smith's crushing steps. "Gaara Gaara Gaara-" he breathed.
He pulled back just enough to cup the sorcerer's face and look him from head to toe, drinking in the sight of him. Two years had been too long with only the sand eyeball Gaara conjured from time to time as their means of communication. "Wow, you have grown an inch taller than when I last saw you!" he blurted out.
“Thank you for noticing,” Gaara replied with a sarcastic hint of remnant envy as he clutched back at Lee. The smith felt different pressed against Gaara’s body, the sorcerer noticed immediately. The underlying paths of magic in Lee’s body were much more developed now, and Asmodeus’ dominance was severely toned down. The demon was still strong from the results of their quest two years ago, but now Lee had much more control. Gaara inhaled deeply, noticing the new electric hint of magic in Lee’s familiar scent. “I tried to recreate the potion you stole over two years ago, but the effects weren’t nearly as great this time around.”
Gaara wrapped his arms around Lee’s shoulders and pulled him down, catching the smith’s lips and worshipping them with his own. He pulled back and wrinkled his nose. “You taste like soot.”
Lee laughed and kissed Gaara’s temple good naturedly, a flush growing on his cheeks and a happy ache rumbling in his chest from the kiss. “You look great too. I see you still love wearing leather," he teased, noticing the gourd on Gaara’s back with his eyes but letting it go without comment. “Come inside, I have something for you.” Slipping his fingers between Gaara’s he led him to the back of the smithy after calling for the gremlins to close up the store for today. The knots of his bandages brushed between their palms as he squeezed Gaara’s hand affectionately. His arms were covered with the white cloth from biceps down to the first knuckles of his hands.
It wasn’t all that had changed in Lee’s appearance. The bowl cut he’d sported had grown down to his shoulders, where he’d braided the end. His bangs were long now, curved around his face with shiny strands fanning out, adding cover to the twisting black marks just visible along his jaw and up his temples.
“You’ve changed a lot.” Gaara followed closely, rubbing his thumb across the back of Lee’s hand in his. The sorcerer glanced around as they moved through the store, noting the good quality of the items Lee had for sale and sensing the power inside each of them. “It took me a little while to find you after you first left Jordin’s apprenticeship and moved into this city. I see why you came, though. Working with magic in your craft is a much better use of your talents.”
“Not that much,” Lee said with a smile, looking back at Gaara fondly. “I had to leave the city a few months back. The seal you put on Asmodeus weakened in time, but instead of taking over me, parts of him and parts of my spirit are now co-existing. On the bright side, it is with his power that I have gained a better grasp on magic.” Without giving further explanation on how he’d come to know the demon’s name or his calm acceptance, he led them past the roaring furnace to an inner bedroom where the heat was suddenly dispersed and a cool breeze blew from an unseen source.
It was clean and simple, just as Lee had always kept his home in the mansion. “I have done my best to perfect it, but I can adjust it for you. I hope you like it,” he was saying as he let go of Gaara’s hand and stood beside something covered with cloth. With an exaggerated flourish, he pulled off the cloth to unveil a mounted armor composed of a horned helm, a pauldron with a drake claw arm guard, and a breastplate that was meant to be worn with something underneath for decency’s sake. The metal used was black, with a purple finish where light hit it. It practically glowed with magic.
Gaara’s eyes widened significantly in surprise. He blinked a couple times, as if he needed to clear his vision to be sure this was real, then stepped forward with an outstretched hand. “You made this for me...?”
The metal was almost humming with power as Gaara dragged his fingers across it. It felt alive and powerful, like something that needed to be tamed. The sign of the best magic items always laid in the perception that they were something living. Gaara knew that when he wore this, he would feel like he had a partner protecting his back. He trailed his fingers down the breast plate and touched the arm guard, sincerely impressed. “This is amazing. I never would have thought you could learn to make something like this in only two years...”
Lee’s chest filled with warmth at the look on Gaara’s face. It was worth every moment of tireless mining and haggling for as much starmetal as he could acquire, and the endless hours of careful smelting and forging that had followed. It was his masterpiece to show for what he’d learned, even if the path he’d taken hadn’t turned out as smooth as it seemed. “Hard work reaps amazing things- and I had good people who helped me earn my place here. I had not planned on working magic into my craft but you were on my mind when I found out it was possible.”
Unlatching the breastplate from the stand, he held it up carefully. The armor hummed under his fingers and seemed to vibrate on contact. “I will tell you everything that happened these past two years, but first! Try it on!” he urged, excited to see how it would look on the sorcerer.
Gaara smiled and nodded. With Lee’s help he managed to slip on every piece of the armor, from the breast plate to the arm guard, to the helm. When the last clasp was firmly in place, Gaara took a few steps to test how it felt. Moving was surprisingly easy, and the weight of the armor was less than he would have guessed. He turned his head to and fro, and flexed the dragon claw on his arm.
“Thank you, Lee.” Gaara turned to the smith and spread his arms. “What do you think?”
Lee’s cheeks were warm as Gaara modeled the armor. It was surprisingly fit to his build with just a few alterations needed on the helm, outlining the other man’s form and giving him a dangerous edge. He ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck, soot smearing on his skin. “Hnnn....Perfect. You look like you can throw fireballs at me at any moment. ” He cleared his throat and admired Gaara’s form with a flicker of jet black eyes, before his pupils contracted again.
Taking Gaara’s face between his hands, he gently released a wave of warmth like Gaara had shown him years ago. The armor both conducted and amplified the magic until it wrapped around the sorcerer and hummed wherever the armor touched. He grinned before leaning in and kissing Gaara deeply.
Gaara inhaled quickly with surprise, then sighed in languid delight at the gentle warmth inside his body. He felt sensual, with a tingling weightlessness in his muscles. Wearing this armor in battle would make him fierce and powerful, because he would be constantly reminded of who he was fighting to return to. Lee had come so far since they’d last seen each other... this had been the right thing to do, for both of them.
The sorcerer wrapped his arms tightly around his lover, holding him close. He pressed back against Lee’s kiss, peeking at the smith between his lashes and admiring the passion on Lee’s face. Gaara caressed Lee’s back and gripped his hip possessively. He’d missed this man.
A soft groan resounded in Lee’s throat with the perfect way Gaara fit in his arms. The years apart didn’t change his feelings for the sorcerer, even when they’d both had to go their separate ways to get where they were today. Rubbing Gaara’s cheek between the helm’s sides, he smiled against the man’s lips. “I want nothing more than to throw you on the bed and make love to you until dusk,” he murmured, his pupils expanding and contracting strangely.
“If you can be patient, I will finish my work in an hour and be yours.” He used the same connection between them to make his desires known to his lover, the armor amplifying it.
Gaara shuddered and mirrored Lee’s soft groan, tightening his grip on the smith’s hip briefly. “It’s hard to be patient when you do this to me…” he murmured, already feeling heady and dizzy. “Some things between us don’t seem to have changed at all. I can wait. We have some catching up to do.”
Gaara abruptly pulled himself away and took a couple steps back, before he lost control of himself. He smiled and raised his arms. “Would you help me remove the armor?”
Lee licked his lips and swallowed with the loss of Gaara’s body pressed against his. Breathing out hotly and giving Gaara a grin, he helped him get the armor off and back on the stand; their fingers brushing and a quiet thrill running through them every time their eyes met. It felt just like the first few months they began living together, except there were no doubts or questions between them anymore.

Once the helm was in place, he caught Gaara’s waist on his way to the door. “I really missed you," he said, the marks on his skin flickering faintly. “I love you, Sorcerer Gaara.” He pressed a chaste kiss on the sensitive nape of Gaara’s neck before escaping to the front of the smithy with a grin.

AN: This was the last chapter! Thanks to everyone who's been reading! Feel free to let us know what you thought of our cracky tentacle fic.

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