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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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Gaara growled lightly to himself as he cast charm after charm across the hallway. There was no getting used to it. No matter where or when or how many times Gaara used his spells to dust every surface in the entire mansion, Lee was still getting black soot everywhere! This morning when Lee had cooked breakfast for them both, Gaara had actually found soot in his food!
The sorcerer was in the process of cleaning the trail from the entrance of the mansion to the ballroom. It wasn’t a difficult set of spells, but it was time consuming. No matter how many times he did it, it didn’t seem to make a difference!
“Lee!” Gaara called in a warning tone as he approached the large set of double doors to the ballroom. He waved his hands, causing a gust of wind to blow them open.
Just as the double doors banged against the wall, Gaara was met with a rush of smoke and ash as if the very room was belching smog. Lee stood with his back to Gaara and was shaping a new hammer against his grinding stone, producing an annoying grating sound as he worked the metal into shape.
The bang of the doors had Lee jolting and nearly chipping off a chunk of the hammer. “Good afternoon Wizard Gaara!” He greeted cheerfully, faltering when he saw the tightness of the redhead’s mouth, the knot between his brows and the traces of magic lingering in the air around him. “Um...I am sorry?”
After living with Gaara for half a month now, it was easy to recognize the look on Gaara’s face. Apologizing automatically never helped, but Lee liked to think that it saved him from getting zapped immediately.
“Sorcerer Gaara.” The man growled in irritated in correction. Gaara coughed automatically against the smog in the room, but managed to maintain his glare as he approached the other man. “I just spent the last hour cleaning up the soot that is all over my home. This is getting ridiculous! It takes more energy that I am willing to expel to clean it all up every day. And you know what? All that soot doesn’t just disappear when I wave my hand. It has to go somewhere!”
The sorcerer extended his arm and pointed sharply at Lee’s bed across the room. In a burst of magic that left the air crackling, buckets of black powder fell from thin air onto the smith’s clean blankets and pillows.
Lee gaped at what Gaara did, staring at his soiled bed in shock. Turning his eyes towards the sorcerer, his jaw worked soundlessly for a moment before he sputtered. “What did you do that for?! It is not like I leave soot everywhere on purpose!” He set down his hammer and wiped the sweat from his furrowed brow, trying not to let the heat get to him or his temper.
"You have gremlins cleaning up whenever you brew potions or when a spell goes wild, do you not? I cannot change into clean clothes or take a shower every time I deliver things to town.” He argued.
Gaara scowled and crossed his arms. Honestly, if he thought about it like that, Lee couldn’t really help the fact that his occupation was a dirty one. It was still annoying as hell, however! Gaara liked dirt, he liked sand, and he even liked mud on occasion- but soot drove him nuts. It was so thin, it got into everything, it smeared like dry paint, and it was harder to get out than sand or dirt. “The gremlins are not clever with practical cleaning. They’re used to cleaning up after magic, soot is different!”
The sorcerer narrowed his eyes at Lee’s bed, which was now dusted with a thick coat of black. “If you find somewhere better for me to put it, tell me. Until then, it ends up on your bed.” The sorcerer turned his back and skulked back through the double doors.
He couldn't believe this! Lee's jaw set as he headed over to his bed and tried to minimize the staining. Though it was in the same room as the hearth, he took care in placing it at the furthest area with the best ventilation to keep it clean. It was a fruitless effort with every inch of his covers and pillows dusted with soot now, and he could only gather up the bedcovers in a makeshift sack to throw out later.

“How is that, Master Gaara?” Lee called down from the ladder he was currently perched on, about four storeys up from the floor of the mansion’s lobby. Looking down from that height, he had to grip the upper rung of the ladder tight and did his best not to let his legs turn to jelly. The huge tapestry he was hanging on top of the grand lobby depicted various scenes both peaceful and violent, all centered around a sphere covered in tree roots and leaves.
Frankly, it creeped him out.
“I will need more nails up here to secure it in place.” He told the gremlins helping him out as the ladder shuddered from his weight. Its base rested on the upper balcony but it was no where near as stable as being on nice, solid ground.
“It’s still crooked. Try lifting the center higher again!” Gaara called from below. He leaned back and crossed his arms as he surveyed the tapestry. It was just as spectacular as he’d thought it would be- not to mention it possessed several enchantments throughout each purposeful image- but hanging it was turning out to be a pain.
Gaara could just hang it with magic, but it would stay in place for much longer if it was hung properly with nails. Something he was taught from the beginning of his training was that if something could be done with your hands, you should avoid using magic to complete the task. He’d come to bend that rule off and on, but why do that now when he had Lee? He was still overlooking the process however, to make sure that it was hanged straight.
“Move the second nail further to the left, or it won’t be even!”
Inhaling a long suffering breath, Lee shook his head at Gaara’s perfectionist tendencies but did as he said and fixed the nail in place. The gremlin perched on his shoulder offered him another nail which he took gratefully, except that he almost fell backwards, arms flailing until he could hang on to the ladder again. “I-Is that better?” Face pale, he looked down again and began to sweat lightly.
Lee wasn’t afraid of heights and he actually liked the challenge of doing these kind of things for Gaara. But there was a line between hanging something in your home and hanging something from a height you could break your back from. “I do not think anyone will notice if the tapestry is not perfectly straight.”
But I’d know, Gaara didn’t say out loud. He sighed and let his arms fall back down to his sides, then recrossed them and leaned his weight to one side. “You’re almost there anyway, so it wouldn’t hurt to try for gold.”
One of the gremlins had been crawling along the top of the tapestry when its foot slipped. The little creature scrambled for something to hold onto, but that only made the rest of its holds come loose. It toppled down with a shriek. Gaara almost rolled his eyes, but instead chose to wave his hand in the general direction of the creature. A bed of feathers nearly a story high appeared, and the gremlin’s shriek became muffled through the fluff of safety.
“When you go into town this afternoon, please apologize to the Inuzukas for me. I just plucked most of the chickens in their livestock.” Gaara tilted his head and squinted at Lee’s handiwork. It looked better now.
The fate of the gremlin almost caused his heart to stop but the sudden appearance of the bed of feathers was reassuring. Lee ran his palm over his face before waving at the sorcerer. He knew by now that magic was more of an exchange than a miracle. Now the only problem would be explaining why Gaara had to defeather every chicken the Inuzukas owned. Not to mention that while the Inuzukas had been friendly towards him before the possession, only Kiba would talk to him now. All their dogs went crazy every time he passed by their home. “Alright, let us finish this up! I will need to bring some bones if I am to visit the Inuzukas.”
Moving down a few rungs, Lee leaned against the ladder and took the hammer from his belt again. “So, left or right?”

Gaara threw his head back briefly and let a soft sound leave his voice. The tentacles wound tightly up his arms and wrapped around his wrists, holding them above his head as he rolled his hips. He ducked his head again and caught Lee’s eye below him as he lifted himself up and down with his thighs, slow and long with each plunge of his body onto Lee’s. He moaned again softly and shuddered as a cool, slick tentacle slid across his chest and dragged sensually across his nipple.
“Lee...”
The smith hummed in response, eyes lidded and dark as he lifted Gaara’s hips up and down, hands kneading on the curve of his hips and fingertips raking over skin. A tentacle curled around Gaara’s neck and rubbed against the side of his mouth obscenely while Lee suckled on his other nipple. The mass of tentacles curled around Gaara’s limbs were pulsing faintly, secreting that same fluid that sensitized every inch of skin it touched. Lee reached behind and traced the curve of Gaara’s cheeks, parting them and rubbing light circles over the stretched ring of muscle there.
A thin tendril curled up from the base of Lee’s cock, winding around it as he thrust up into Gaara’s body. It easily slipped in as he pulled Gaara’s hips all the way down. “Is this what you want?” He murmured, licking at the sweat on the sorcerer’s neck. “Am I doing good?”
Seeking out that bundle of nerves inside Gaara, the thin tentacle began to stroke it continuously even while the tentacles and Lee’s hands forced Gaara’s hips to keep moving.
“Ah! Yes- gods, yes-!” Gaara’s eyes shot wider and his body shuddered involuntarily with pleasure and tingling. It was so good-! His muscles fluttered and spasmed around Lee’s length as his body sang with the amazing sensations. Why was it always so easy for him to be overwhelmed when he was with Lee? He’d enjoyed sex before, but he’d never experienced anything like this. “Lee-! Just l-like that!”
The sorcerer threw his head back and groaned softly. He felt a tentacle prodding at his lips and turned his mouth toward it on pure needy impulse. He let it enter his mouth, licking at the bitter taste with a renewed shudder.
Gaara’s taste filled his mouth, his voice deep and husky resounding in Lee’s ears and spurring the heat between them. Lee had no words to express the desire and attraction he felt for Gaara, but he knew that he wanted him fiercely, more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.
As he looked up at the sorcerer’s face and began to pound against that place inside him, the demon’s inky markings flickered on his cheeks and neck.

“Just hold still for a moment. Look away and concentrate on something else if you need to. This will hurt a bit.” Gaara took a deep breath as he focused his power.
He’d moved Lee onto the smith’s bed when he’d discovered the injury, and he sat next to him on the edge of the mattress. Gaara’s brow furrowed in concentration as he coerced the bone in Lee’s arm to snap back into place. He ran his hand over the place where Lee’s arm was angled unnaturally. When the pieces were back where they should be and began to meld together again, Gaara pulled his hand back with a deep breath. The corners of his mouth pulled down with anxiousness as he touched Lee’s hair and examined his face. “How do you feel now?”
Gaara’s attempt to mend his bones together had Lee screaming between grit teeth, eyes shut tightly as his muscles spasmed around the healing bones. When it was over, he reached up with his good hand to slip around Gaara’s waist and held on as he smiled tightly at the sorcerer. His eyes were feverish after spending almost an hour with the grindstone coming unhinged from its stand and crushing his left arm after his attempt to catch it. He’d been in too much pain to tap into the demon’s power with his cries for help unheard until Gaara finally came home. “Much...much better. Thank you, Master Gaara.”
He stared at his currently useless arm, at the bruises erupting on his skin where bones and veins had been crushed, and the red patch where Gaara’s magic was working to heal his arm. “Is it permanently broken?” He asked in a hoarse tone.
“Liar.” About the ‘better’ part, at least. Gaara leaned over Lee and pressed his lips against the smith’s forehead. Lee’s skin felt too hot. The sorcerer connected their bodies through that touch only briefly, and winced as he felt Lee’s pain. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I shouldn’t have taken my time in the market like I did.”
Gaara reached into the inner pocket of his cloak and summoned a vial from his collection. It was small and filled with a thick green liquid that stank of exotic, sour plants, with an edge of something unidentifiable and putrid. He poured it onto Lee’s arm and rubbed it into his skin as tenderly as he could, knowing that the area was still sensitive. His eyes flitted across the smith’s pale face with worry. “This will help numb the pain a bit. Your arm will heal completely, but it’s going to be a while before the effects of the break are completely gone. I’m so sorry.”
Lee squeezed Gaara's waist fondly. He'd never received this much care from the sorcerer, or anyone outside of his family. Gaara's worry touched him. The potion helped a little in numbing the pain, and he nodded in forced cheer. "That is good news! At least my arm is not lost. Do not blame yourself, Master Gaara. It was my fault for trying to catch the grinding stone."
The smell of the vial brought a wave of nausea as Lee tried to get up. He wasn't going to let some accident get him down! It hurt to move his arm, but Gaara's eyes were on him and he never wanted the other man to think he caused this. "I can still work with my right arm. And the demon can lend me much more with its power."
“Hell fucking no.” Gaara shoved Lee back down onto the bed as the anxious look on his face turned into a glare instead. In a wave of his hands the covers of the bed jerked out from under the smith, spilling him onto the mattress sheets before sliding on top of him and wrapping tightly around his body. It left only his shoulders and arms exposed, while the rest was tucked tightly into place. “You have a fever, and your body isn’t healed yet! It will take the whole night for your bones to strengthen again, at least.”
Gaara huffed and sat back on the bed next to Lee. He frowned and looked down at the blankets for a few instants in thought before nodding to himself. “I’ll bring you something to eat soon, and anther poultice for your arm. Something to help you sleep, too.”
Yelping as he was manhandled by the covers, Lee only had time to register Gaara scolding him before he was tucked tightly in place. Thank the gods he'd dug out a trench leading to the lowlands earlier, giving Gaara a place to dump soot instead of on his bed. "But Master Gaara! It is not youthful to stay in bed the whole night." Lee protested though he didn't dare struggle with his arm still in its state.
The pain was receding with the poultice Gaara gave and the stress he'd undergone had him feeling weak and tired. "You cannot expect me to just lie down and do nothing!" With his right arm, he clasped Gaara's wrist and tried to plead with him through his eyes.
“That is exactly what I expect you to do.” Gaara informed him factually. He held Lee’s gaze solidly for a few seconds before his expression softened almost unnoticeably. He gently took Lee’s hand and kissed his knuckles, briefly. “If you continued to work in your condition, you would only hurt yourself further and I would feel worse. Are you trying to make me feel worse about not coming to your aide when you needed me?”
As expected, Lee fell into the clever trap Gaara set in front of him. “Of course not! I would never want you to feel that way!” Shaking his head and ruffling the perfect bowlcut he sported, he squeezed Gaara’s hand before he snuggled into a more comfortable position under the covers and resolutely pressed his head back against the pillow. “I promise I will not do anything to make my situation worse. Um, but can I at least do one hand push-ups?” He asked hopefully.
“Not where I can see you.” Gaara amended, refusing to allow his lips to twist up in a smirk. He squeezed Lee’s hand in return and laid down next to him on his back with a small sigh. He was going to be keeping a very close eye on the smith for a little while. “And not until you’ve gotten some rest.”
Gaara laid his head back to share half of Lee’s pillow. He focused his power through the connection in their joined hands, double checking Lee’s body. He was healing faster than what was normal after the influence of Gaara’s magic, but it would still take a while. “Close your eyes for a while.”
Lee shut his eyes obediently and fell silent. Only the sorcerer knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t always the jolly man he usually was. The smell of herbs and sulfur on Gaara’s clothes and hair soothed him with their familiarity, as did the weight of his body next to him. Hard to believe the passing acquaintance he had with the sorcerer was now something bigger, though neither of them tried to define it.
From what little Gaara taught him of magic, Lee pushed the pain of his arm away form his mind and gently met the connection Gaara initiated. The pulse of magic moved through their joint hands like a current of water flowing from one body to the next. With a small smile, Lee sent his feelings of gratitude and warmth for Gaara through that connection, willing it to take place over his pain.
Gaara allowed himself to smile softly in response, but didn’t otherwise acknowledge Lee’s mutual connection with him. He was getting used to having Lee around- the smith should already know that Gaara wasn’t going to remain motionless while Lee was hurt. Lee had been taking care of Gaara whenever the sorcerer asked, and was growing to understand Gaara’s signals without even needing to talk to him. Their bond was becoming stronger, and Gaara was growing grateful for it.
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