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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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“Master Gaara?” Lee’s voice called softly as a damp cloth was pressed against the sorcerer’s forehead and dabbed over his skin.
A hand brushed away some of the hair from Gaara’s face as Lee tried to wake Gaara up again. He’d carried Gaara to the sorcerer’s bedroom by finding the only room decent enough to sleep in, and had been trying to rouse the other from unconsciousness since the sun came up. The traces of Gaara’s summoning in the early hours of the day were already swept away by the sorcerer’s gremlins, shocking Lee when they first showed themselves to him.
The things that happened that morning were vague, but he remembered his deal with the demon and the unwavering decision to protect Gaara at all costs. But the only thing he felt now was the need to be close to the sorcerer. “Master Gaara?” He tried again, this time gently tapping the other’s cheek.
“Sorcerer.” Gaara croaked in correction, turning his face away from Lee’s hand with a grimace. He couldn’t bring himself to drag his eyelids open quite yet, but he could feel himself beginning to wake. Gaara’s body felt sluggish and disoriented, like his limbs had become detached from the rest of his body. There was a heavy threat of a headache emerging between his eyes and a grumpiness that always greeted him in the mornings. Then, as last night’s events came back to the forefront of his mind in a sudden rush, Gaara gasped and jolted.
“Lee.” Gaara snatched his hands toward the other man, gripping the smith by the shoulders and pulling him closer. The redhead’s eyes were frantic with concern as he examined Lee’s face (and pupils especially) for any signs that he wasn’t himself.
Lee blinked and held still as Gaara scrutinized him, eyes wide and normal. At least, until his pupils expanded again before retreating to their normal size. The demon was showing off, a clear signal that it was inside of the blacksmith. Taking hold of Gaara's forearms, Lee gently pushed the other man back on the bed. "Please do not exert yourself! You need to rest from last night. Here, I have prepared you a healthy breakfast of boiled eggs and vegetable stew."
He gestured to the tray he'd set at the foot of the plush double poster bed, complete with a cup of water.
One other thing he realized about the possession was that he didn't feel an ounce of fatigue despite staying awake for more than twenty-four hours now. "The soup will help if your head hurts." He said, offering a smile despite the wild look in Gaara's eyes.
Swallowing thickly, Gaara’s breath rasped from the sudden dryness in his throat and mouth. He stared at Lee for a few long, silent seconds before slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position. The sorcerer could still feel some shock in his body from the demon’s assault last night, forcing him to move slowly to accommodate the lightheadedness. He recognized the sincere, earnest note in Lee’s smile despite the chill of the demon, and he knew at least that the smith still had his sanity.
Lee had been possessed last night. Gaara was certain of that now. While Gaara had been overwhelmed by his own summoning, Lee had been taken advantage of by the demon.
“What happened?” Gaara swallowed again and licked his dry lips. He held out his hand and gripped Lee’s upper arm as he leaned toward the other man, trying to understand. For an instant, he felt himself blanching at the sheer volume of muscle in the smith’s bicep. “What happened last night? Why didn’t you run when I called out to you?”
Lee froze as Gaara leaned towards him, his gaze darting towards the pink tongue licking Gaara's dry lips as the man's hand gripped his bare arm. He swallowed and busied himself with moving the food tray towards the sorcerer. Gaara's hand was giving off that electrifying shock of magic, and with the demon inside him, it stirred a fierce longing to be closer to its source.
"I could not leave you to face the demon alone. You were being dragged towards that thing and- and it is unthinkable for me to just run when you were in trouble!" Head lowering, he rubbed his neck where the demon's tendril had wrapped around. The deal he made with the demon haunted him, but he would have done the same again to save Gaara from a worse fate. "It told me what it wanted to do to you. How it would drain your magic and feed on your soul."
Lee raised his eyes to look at the sorcerer, thick brows furrowed in guilt. "I am sorry, Master Gaara. When you began the summoning, I was already hearing a voice like you described but I did not notice it until it was too late."
Gaara looked away and rubbed his temples with a wince. This was all his fault. He’d gotten cocky over the years and had become too comfortable with his life in this town. A true sorcerer would never have allowed himself to remain this weak over the years, instead of reaching for powerful and more damning heights. He could barely believe he’d allowed himself to be so easily taken by the demon.
There was something new in Lee’s gaze that was making Gaara uncomfortable. He shifted and tried to ignore it, but it was difficult. He would have blamed the demon’s influence, but Gaara thought he might have noticed snatches of this expression on Lee in the past, though never so blatant.
“Nothing is too late.” Gaara murmured. He sighed and reached for the tray of food that Lee had been inching closer toward him and pulled it onto his lap. He paused for a doubtful second and flickered a glance at Lee, but lifted the cup for a thirsty drink. If the demon had wanted to poison him, it would be pointless. It could have just killed Gaara yesterday, and weakening him further was senseless while he was still bedridden. “I’m sorry, Lee. I should have known better than to let you sit in on the summoning. I promise I will make sure the demon leaves you. It has no right to stay unless you’ve made a deal.”
Lee's face paled before he glanced away. No matter what the demon had said, he still held out hope that Gaara's magic could reverse what he did. When he turned back to face the sorcerer, his eyes were jet black and lidded, a dark force lurking behind a heavy gaze. "Then it is too late for me." He said softly before black tendrils crawled over his face, neck and arms like living tattoos, forming the mark of the demon over his body.
"I made a deal to keep you from being taken."
We made a deal to keep me from taking you. A whispering echo followed a milisecond after Lee's voice.
Lifting his hands, he inspected the marks with a frown. The demon was manifesting itself though its power was limited by the hold Gaara had on its name. All traces of the demon's name was wiped clean from Lee's mind, but its bond with Gaara hummed in his blood.
"It took my body as its host but it cannot do anything to harm you. It told me that as long as you have its name, we are your servants."
I took his body as my host but I will not harm you. You have my name and our servitude.
Lee shut his eyes and willed the demon to retreat, sickened by its voice coming out of his own mouth. The tendrils on his cheeks stayed but his eyes had turned normal when he opened them, warm and earnest like they've always been. "Do not blame yourself, Master Gaara. It was my choice to make."
Gaara frowned seriously, watching the way the tendrils slithered and writhed across Lee’s skin. He’d begun to suspect as much, but had been hoping he was wrong. Gaara had finally gained the power he wanted over a demon even stronger than he’d hoped, but it came at a price he hadn’t wanted to make. “You are very brave, Lee. I should have given you more credit last night. It seems I owe you a debt.”
Setting down his cup and lifting his spoon, Gaara hoped that the stew would help his headache, as Lee had suggested it might. He ate a few bites as he thought, and distantly recognized that it tasted quite good.
“Asmodeus,” Gaara addressed for the first time, turning and looking both the smith and the demon in the eye. He used the name carefully, testing its power and his own strength. “Is it your intention to harm Lee or his body?”
The effort Lee made to hold back the demon was easily overpowered when Gaara called it by its name. He eyes blinked wide, uncontrollably turning black again as the demon took over his consciousness. A grin spread over his face as he leaned close to the sorcerer and leered.
"Master Gaara. I was wondering when you would finally call me." Lee squeezed his own biceps and chuckled. "This body is fit and used to pain. I have no intention of putting my host in danger when his body can serve yours and my purposes so well."
The demon crossed Lee's leg over the other and leaned back casually against the chair beside the bed. "Perfect for the dark deeds you have planned." He ran a finger over his chin. "And a willing participant for more pleasurable acts."
“Excuse me?” Gaara frowned deeply, but managed to refrain from glaring. He was curious about the boundaries or limits of his new ‘servant’, and still didn’t feel like he knew who was most in control, Lee or the demon. “I should inform you that I am not as ‘dark’ as you’d like a master to be. I will not stand for killing humans. I only seek to gain power, not be consumed by it. I have not taken human life in years.”
Gaara flickered his eyes away briefly, only to pause for a drink of his stew. The way the demon was looking at him as he mentioned ‘pleasurable acts’ was making him uncomfortable, in the same way Lee’s gaze had a moment ago. Gaara wasn’t ignorant to sexuality, specifically where wickedness could be involved, but it had been quite some time since he’d done that as well.
“I do not want to have sex with a demon. I don’t even understand why the idea would occur to you.”
"How unfortunate. The last sorcerer who summoned me brought a dark age to the very ends of that land's shores. We wreaked havoc and piled bodies as high as mountains." Lee shrugged and tilted his head to the side, the grin still in place. "Would you rather have me find a cure for the vilest plague? Save a village from destruction? Those will also come at a cost to this body unless a there is another way to channel the magical backlash."
The demon toyed with the upper button of Lee's shirt, which was taut against his muscled chest. "As for sex, it is not I who desires it. There is much that you do not know about your friend and I suggest you make use of our servitude to draw out his true intentions."
Now Gaara was blatantly staring at the demon, disbelieving. Lee desired him? That didn’t make sense. Gaara had thought for sure that the smith was still chasing after the pink haired girl who works as a healer in the town. Even if he wasn’t, the sorcerer had assumed Lee would only be interested in women. The concept of same-sex intimacies was still looked down upon in towns such as these, and discriminated against no matter where you went. Only those such as Gaara, who had given up on the possibility of saving his soul, considered it an option for themselves.
“We’ll come back to that subject later.” Gaara declared. “In the meantime, I don’t want you acting up for some time. No killing, and no curing diseases either. Nothing that would harm Lee.”
The sorcerer set down his spoon and lifted the bowl, tipping it back and drinking the last of the stew. He chewed the last pieces of onion and swallowed, sighing with some satisfaction. He felt better after getting some food in his stomach, stronger already. He was sure now that a lot of his weakness and dizziness from before had come not only from being drained last night, but also because he’d fasted for some time before the summoning. He began to peel the shell away from a boiled egg.
“Begone, Asmodeus. I want to talk to Lee again.”
"As you wish Master Gaara." The demon said, lowering its head in mock obedience. Just as quickly as it had manifested, the inky tattoos faded and Lee was back in control. He straightened up from the slouch he'd been in and shook his head at the strong feeling of disorientation.
"A-Ah Master Gaara." His brows furrowed before relief and happiness filled his features. "You finished your soup! Now you are surely on the road to a quick and youthful recovery!"
Lee checked his arms for any sign of the demon and sighed when he didn't find any marks. The demon had kept him out of its conversation with Gaara and dulled his hearing, but Lee had been able to see during the exchange. It chilled him to know the demon could very well be looking through his eyes now. "I would like to stay until you are feeling better. But I will also need to get back to the forge and work soon."
“I’m feeling fine now.” Gaara set the tray aside and pulled the blankets back from across his legs. He was still dressed in last night’s clothing, aside from his cloak and shoes. He spotted them across the room, neatly folded. Gaara glanced at Lee from the corner of his eye as he slowly stood up. He was positive that Lee had carried him last night, and had probably made the sorcerer’s breakfast himself. “I should be asking how you are feeling. You’ve gotten less sleep than I have. You missed church this morning, as well.”
Gaara took a small bite of the egg in his hand and chewed thoughtfully. Lee was his responsibility now. He still wasn’t entirely sure what had prompted Lee to go through with what he did, but Gaara knew that it would never have happened if he hadn’t been so careless and put the smith in such danger. He spoke out loud, more to himself than Lee between small bites. “You’ll have to pick out a room in the mansion. I can have the gremlins move your things from wherever you’re staying now.”
Lee's cheeks flushed at the concern Gaara was showing and he rubbed the back of his head with a grin. "That is not necessary Master Gaara. I did not sleep at all and I feel as energetic as ever! The demon must be giving me strength while it is inside me." He glanced out the window, realizing the sun was already high up in the sky. Father Genivi tolerated lateness even less than he did absences.
"I can be here in two minutes if you need me. You do not need to give me one of the mansion's rooms." He added, trying to ignore the desire to say yes and be close to the sorcerer. The demon was making it harder to repress some of the things he had shamefully imagined and dreamed about.
“With or without a room, you are going to be spending a lot more time here.” Gaara sighed and put a hand on Lee’s shoulder, gesturing for him to stand and follow. “I want to keep you close and make sure that the demon behaves. I am going to train you a bit on matters of magic, so that you aren’t completely overwhelmed when something happens. Giving you a room will just make this easier for both of us.”
Following Gaara's lead, Lee got to his feet and glanced down at the redhead. Maybe Gaara did need that growth potion. Their height difference was enough that if he'd picked the sorcerer up by his hips, it would be easy to slam him against a wall with Gaara helpless to do anything but thrust down against his dick.
Lee's eyes were wide as he whipped his face back to stare straight ahead in alarm. He had no right to imagine Gaara in that position! Or...or in any of the positions that flipped through his mind's eye just then! Someone with such power had no place kneeling on the ground and sucking on his cock like sweets against his tongue. The smith was bright red as he struggled to follow after Gaara out of the room and down the hall. He could hear a distant laughter that gave light to the source of his thoughts. Knowing this did little to quell the hot pulse between his legs.
"I-If it will give you more control over the demon then I will move in at once!" He gritted out with a smile as he did his best not to think at all. "Even the smallest room will do, though I will need a place to make a hearth and space to forge."
“That will not be a problem.” Gaara was oblivious to Lee’s dirty thoughts, keeping his eyes ahead as he walked through the halls of his home. When he peered at the smith from the corner of his ringed eyes however, he could feel something in the way Lee was looking at him again, even if Lee was trying to hide it by smiling. Gaara remembered what the demon had told him, and felt himself swallow thickly. He slowed his steps as they approached a set of large doors that led to a garden at the side of the mansion.
“Please finish today’s work soon and come back to me. I’ll send the gremlins in a couple hours, so that you have time to do what you need to and made explanations to people you know.” Gaara winced as he stepped outside and the sunlight hurt his eyes. He spent too much time indoors brewing, practicing, and reading in dim light. He turned to Lee and took the smith’s wrist in hand. “Be careful. Some people can feel a demon’s presence, even if they don’t know what it is. It frightens them. You might find yourself scaring a few people today who were your friends yesterday.” Gaara knew that feeling too well himself. He squeezed Lee’s wrist in support, feeling a small camaraderie to the other man.
The fresh smell of the wild garden thriving around the mansion was enough for Lee to accept that his possession wasn't the end of all things good. The dirty images in his mind receded under the bright sunlight.
When Gaara caught his wrist, Lee started at the contact and listened to the solemn warning with the sorcerer's magic humming between them. "I promise to be careful and come back to you," he vowed as the weight of Gaara's words sunk in. Too often he'd heard about how the sorcerer Gaara embodied evil and how the devil would take all who befriended him. He was possessed as a result of his curiosity, but he still believed in the redhead's good intentions whatever means he did to achieve them.
Lips pulling into a cheeky smile, Lee squeezed Gaara's wrist back. "Do not worry too much about me, Wizard Gaara. Surviving the spells I ruined is much more difficult than getting through one day in our town. My stealth is excellent." Pulling away, he waved at the sorcerer and set out through the garden path, making sure to avoid the hostile plants born out of earlier experiments.
“Sorcerer Gaara,” the redhead muttered under his breath halfheartedly. He watched Lee go until the man moved past a row of trees and out of sight, before turning back into his house. He returned to the hall where his bedroom lay, and prepared for the day in his own ways. The static of his magic was making his hair stick up again, but he didn’t smooth it away.

“What is that?”
There were over a dozen gremlins in the center of the mansion’s ballroom, all of which were struggling to carry something heavy of Lee’s to the smith’s new room. Gremlins, a servient creature to those with control over magic, ranged in size from about 6 inches to 2 feet tall. Their limbs were skinny, and their bodies fairly round, and slick like a lizard’s. They had two wide rows of sharp teeth, squinty eyes, snub noses, and pointy little ears. All the little green creatures looked half dead with exhaustion, and were throwing themselves about as they struggled to keep working, when all they seemed to want to do was collapse. How they’d managed to carry the anvil through town and up the mansion’s hill was completely beyond the sorcerer. Gaara bent down and lifted one of the smaller gremlins up by the back of its neck, frowning when all it did was whine and fall limp in his hold.
Following after the gremlins, Lee grinned brightly at Gaara as he overtook the gremlins carrying his anvil and set the bags of coal on the mansion's floor. Lee puffed his chest out as he presented the heavy iron monstrosity. "This is the pride of my smithy, the anvil of my father's father's father! Is it not a beauty?"
Around it, the gremlins groaned in high pitched voices as they continued to move it towards the place Lee would be working in. As the only place big enough and able to release fumes, the ballroom had a hearth that Lee could turn into a heated oven big enough for his commissions. The other end had already been cleaned out by the gremlins and a bed from the upper rooms placed there for Lee's use. Amusingly enough, one of the candelabras Lee made for Gaara had been placed at a side table beside the bed.
"Wow! This is even bigger than the cathedral! Thank you, Master Gaara! I will definitely be able to work here." Lee turned his grin from Gaara to the gremlins. Taking hold of the base, he sped up their progress as he carried most of the weight all the way to the hearth. "Well done my little friends! Do not forget to bring the grinding stone and hammers from my home!"
Gaara observed Lee’s enthusiasm from a distance, wondering in the back of his mind how much of it was sincere. Lee was a very bright, happy person by nature, but how optimistic could he truly remain in his situation? How long would it last? “I may have to summon a few more to replace the gremlins that are exhausted. They’ll have the last of your things here by nightfall.”
Following after the smith, Gaara dodged gremlins and tools lying around his feet. He stepped up to the wall beside the hearth and leaned back against it. He feigned nonchalance as he flicked his fingers, playing with multicolored sparks of power between his hands. He didn’t look up as he spoke to Lee, but he was attentive in his peripheral. “I have been meaning to ask you a question, Lee. I have been wondering since the summoning. When things went wrong and I shouted for you to run, your first instinct was to come to my aide instead. When the demon told you what he would do to me, you traded away your life for mine. I have known you for years now, but I was not aware that we were close enough to die for one another. What made you do it, really?”
Lee was tidying up the tools lying around, gathering chisels of different sizes and setting up his workstation as Gaara addressed him. The line of thought Gaara was coming to had the smith stiffening over the large anvil. He laid out his tools one by one as he glanced at the sorcerer, caught unaware by the question. What could he say? The whole truth was something he couldn't even admit to himself yet, though he was severely reminded of it constantly after his possession. "Master Gaara... I truly want you to be safe. It is nothing like what you are thinking- I do not presume to be close to you and would never want you to die for me! But I do hope you think of me as your friend."
He placed his hands on the anvil and put his weight on them as he turned his full attention to Gaara and the sparks on his fingers. He adored Gaara's magic and the mystery shrouding the sorcerer. The fact that he felt something beyond fascination for the man himself all the way down to carnal urges left him grasping at what his body desired and the possibility of Gaara banishing him from ever seeing him again.
"I think you are too amazing to be hurt by a demon." Lee admitted honestly, cheeks warm as his words came too close to the truth. "You are nothing like the people in our town or anything like what they say you are." Rubbing the back of his neck, he cleared his throat and tried to cover his embarrassment with a smile. "Anyway, the demon does not stop me from working, though some people did act strangely around me."
“Is that all, then?” Gaara smiled wryly as he looked at the smith. He’d already had some semblance of Lee’s fascination, after the interest in his work that Lee had shown over the years. He still wasn’t convinced that Lee was telling the whole truth, however. “It makes sense that it would let you work. The demon wants you for the strength of your body, and working the forge helps maintain it.”
The sorcerer stopped amusing himself with sparks and looked Lee up and down, slowly. He tilted his head, considering the thickness of the other man’s muscles and the effect of his new height. A wicked idea came to mind. “When you can take a moment from organizing your tools, I’d like to examine you physically. It’s the same thing as when you visit your healer and she looks you over, but my power lets me see things that she can’t.”
What had been a light flush turned dark red as Lee's eyes bulged. He wasn't embarrassed about his body, even though he had a lot of scars and burns from the smithy. The problem was the uncontrollable bouts of horniness caused by the demon playing with his desires and thoughts and twisting what Gaara said to mean, ‘Strip down and let me run my hands all over your body.’
"Is that necessary, Master Gaara? Miss Sakura was very thorough when I had my last check-up, and I do not feel any different since last night.” He said, mouth drying at the thought of Gaara examining him up close. Moving around the anvil, he removed his leather apron and laid it over the cold hearth-- a tradition of his family before lighting the first coals. It left him dressed down in rolled up work trousers and a patched up shirt, obviously with a different kind of cloth added to the ends to accommodate Lee’s new body.
“Besides, I cannot organize everything until the rest of my things are here.” He pointed out, hoping it would discourage Gaara. Lee had absolutely no clue about what Gaara had planned even if the demon was supplying him with various ways he could make Gaara feel how healthy his body was.
“Since your last check-up, you’ve grown twelve inches in height and accepted a demonic parasite into your body. I think that calls for another exam.” Gaara lifted his eyes to the door, spotting a handful of gremlins appearing with a trunk of Lee’s things. “I can wait for you to finish unpacking tonight. I’m in no hurry.”
The sorcerer allowed a small smile as he straightened from the wall and looked sideways at Lee. Divination had never been his strong suit, but he could already tell that living in the same house as the smith was going to be entertaining, if nothing else. Lee was the person he got along best with in the town, and the sorcerer had been alone for a long time. He turned and began walking toward the side door, which would take him down a hallway and up to the tower. “I’ll summon those last few gremlins for you and then find something to eat. Take your time until I get back.”
Gaara had given very good reasons and Lee could only inhale and nod at the sorcerer as the man smiled and passed him. “Yosh! Then I will do my best to organize everything as soon as I can.” He watched the sorcerer leave through the side door, then let out a breath in a rush when he thought Gaara was out of earshot. “Stupid demon!”
The gremlins bringing in his things were less exhausted than the ones who brought in his anvil, but they still whined at him when they finally brought in the large grinding stone. Guiding and setting everything into place, he ran a hand through his hair and tried to quell the feeling that he was bound to do something that would forever humiliate him in Gaara’s eyes.
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