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Magic Gone Wrong!	By : LucklessMallory Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, the series, the characters, and I make no profit from this fiction. This fiction is a piece of my own work.

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Gaara couldn’t help the slight twist of displeasure in his lips as he sidled up to the innkeeper. The inside of the tavern was dusty and dark, with a sticky feeling to the floor that told of spilt beer. There were numerous men at the bar, drinking with each other and talking loudly. There were a few women in the corner, wearing short colorful dresses and far too much make up. They leaned back and thrust out their chests, clearly here for business.

“I need a room.” Gaara said to the man behind the counter. He was tall and bulky, cleaning a glass with a dirty yellow rag. He didn’t look up before responding to the redhead.

“An hour, or all night?”

Gaara almost rolled his eyes. He wasn’t here for a woman. “I need a place to sleep for the night. Preferably a clean room.”
The innkeeper finally glanced up, snorting lightly before glancing at the girls in the far corner. “Fine. A silver piece per night, per bed. We’ll give you an unused room.”

“One silver piece, then.” Gaara pulled out his change purse and summoned the coin he needed. He thought it was ridiculous that he only got one bed for a silver piece. He handed it over and got a key in return. He sat on one of the stools and waited for Lee, who was supposed to be outside with their things.

A few minutes later, Lee pushed through the tavern doors, earning suspicious and dirty looks from the men and women inside with the way he towered over most of them. He had their things packed on his back after leading the horses they’d gotten to the stables. Wearing a cloak to ward off the cold, sturdy metal-toed boots and light leathers, Lee had dressed for the long hunt they’d be on.

Spotting Gaara at the bar, he made his way past the tables and offered him a smile. “Were you able to get a room? I had to pay a little extra to have the horses fed, but the stablehand assures me they will be safe for the night.” His arrival had the innkeeper raising his brows at them, but the man simply continued to clean glasses.

“Yes. I believe our room is upstairs.” He glanced at the innkeeper for confirmation, earning a nod despite the small frown of thought on the man’s face. One bed for two men? No wonder Gaara hadn’t wanted a woman.

The sorcerer stood and lead the way to the stairwell at the far end of the building. The smell of tobacco from some of the men at the bar was irritating him, making him grateful to be away from it. On the second floor, he used his room key to open door number six, which was at the far end of the hall. He stepped inside and held the door open for Lee.

Shuffling through the small doorway, Lee set their things down on the floor with a thump and arched his back forward until there was a satisfying crack. They’d been traveling the whole day after leaving their town early in the morning, and he was glad to have a soft bed waiting for them. “Hahh...how much further are we going before we reach the city?” He rubbed his left arm. Sakura’s and Gaara’s efforts had paid off with his arm and leg completely healed, but there was still a phantom pulse whenever he touched it. “This is the furthest I have ever traveled in my life!”

“Another day or so, if we stick to our current path.” Gaara looked over his shoulder at Lee, he felt a small surge of yearning as the other man stretched his long limbs. There had been a strong tension between them ever since Lee had returned from the demon’s mission. It had put a strain on their feelings for each other, and Gaara hadn’t wanted to act while the smith was still healing. He wished things could feel the same between them as it had before.

The sorcerer stepped up to the foot of the bed and sent a small wave of his magic over the mattress, checking it for lice or bugs that he knew often infested these places. Luckily this one was clean. “I’m glad they didn’t give us a room that the whores use. It would take an hour for me to clean in here, even with magic.”

Lee chuckled and sat at the chair next to the room’s window, missing the look Gaara threw his way. He propped one leg over the other as he took off his boots. “You would have demanded your money back. I have always heard about places like this, but I never thought I would stay over in one. I feel sorry for the women who have no other work but to sell themselves.” Their town had its own share of prostitutes, but it was kept hush hush unlike in other towns or cities. Lee set aside his boots and shrugged off his cloak, working on the light leather clothes Gaara had insisted he wore as protection. It wasn’t as thick as the reinforced armors he sometimes made on rare commissions, but it still chafed despite the cotton clothes he had underneath.

“When we reach the city, I want to visit their blacksmith and see what kind of crafts they have,” he said, pausing before he continued with a subdued tone. “If you will give me some time off from your quest.”

Gaara hesitated as he looked at Lee’s back from the corner of his eye. He slipped off his dark cloak and laid it on the edge of a small dresser. He untied his boots with a quick pull of his fingers and toed them off. “I think I can give you a few hours to yourself when we get to the city. I need to do some research and get in touch with some people, and you won’t need to be there for that. I don’t expect to find him so soon.”

The sorcerer slipped off his shirt and tossed it on top of his cloak. He sidled up behind Lee’s seat and slowly laid his hands on the smith’s shoulders. He rubbed the back of the Lee’s neck with his thumbs, trying to help him relax after their long day together. Gaara swallowed and spoke in a characteristically even tone. “How are you feeling? Is the trouble with your limbs completely gone?”

Gaara’s hands were warm against his neck. Lee tensed at the contact and the sorcerer’s presence behind him. There hadn’t been any intimate contact between them during the time he was healing. Even the day Lee was declared fit for travel by Sakura and he’d quietly agreed to leave town with the sorcerer. Still, the pressure working on his neck was nice and he slowly relaxed under Gaara’s hands. “Yes, it is gone. I feel much better after the help Miss Sakura gave.”

Lee kept his eyes on the wooden floor, hyper aware of Gaara and the heat of his body nearby. There was a lot left unsaid between them, and Lee didn’t want to bring up anything while they were traveling together. "You do not need to worry. I will be ready when you need me. When you need the demon. Its power gives me strength."

“I know that.” Gaara frowned and held back a sigh. The demon was always at the forefront of Lee’s mind when they spoke now. Gaara wanted to talk to Lee about something else. Anything else. This strain between them was draining him, making him feel weary. He slipped his fingers under the collar of Lee’s shirt and began to slowly knead at his shoulders and chest. Lee’s body was always warm and pleasant to touch. “Have you been practicing any of the things I taught you? It’s been a little while since I’ve checked on your progress.”

Lee shut his eyes as Gaara’s hands reached his chest. The sorcerer’s hands were soft, used to the sizzle of magic instead of taking the brunt of manual labor. They sparked physical memories of their time together and the lust that the demon always encouraged. It was easy to suppress his urges when Gaara wasn’t touching him like this and when he was feeling the way he did.

He caught Gaara’s hands through his shirt, just holding them still for a moment. “I practiced what you taught me while I was in bed the whole week,” he said, at the same time putting up the intangible barrier Gaara had shown him to ward off anyone trying to probe his thoughts and emotions through touch. Exhaling softly, he looked up at Gaara, tilting his head back until he could see the sorcerer. “We should get some rest. It has been a long day.”

Gaara blinked down at Lee slowly, feeling something he couldn’t identify twist in his chest uncomfortably. He hadn’t been attempting to see into Lee’s emotions yet, but he’d just been considering it when he felt the barrier under his fingers. The quiet, careful look in Lee’s eyes made Gaara swallow again uneasily, though he nodded in response to the smith’s comment. His fingers twitched under Lee’s hand.

“You’re right. I think we’re both tired.” The sorcerer slid his hand back up Lee’s chest and shoulders, pausing to rub his neck with his thumbs just once more before sighing and letting him go. Gaara dug briefly through one of their bags until he found a pair of loose cotton pants he sometimes liked to sleep in, and changed into those from his tight leather. He moved to the mattress and sat on the far edge, looking over his shoulder at Lee. There was only one bed.

The uneasiness on Gaara’s face had Lee biting his lower lip from inside his mouth. As much as he hated the heavy tension between them and could see how it was affecting both of them, he just couldn’t say what the sorcerer was thinking when he looked at him like that. The demon hounded him even with this.

He met Gaara’s eyes briefly before his gaze slid down inevitably to his bare chest and arms. The other man’s touch still lingered on his shoulders and chest, amplifying an ache to be close to him again. No matter the weight of his doubts and emotions, he still wanted Gaara. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he stood up and stripped off his shirt, heading over to the other side of the bed and pulling at the thin woolen blanket. “Come here,” he murmured, sliding under the blanket and offering a place in his arms with a hand on Gaara’s hip. Maybe it would be enough to just hold each other to relieve some of the tension between them.

Gaara nodded and felt the coil in his chest loosen, just a little bit. He didn’t know how he would have reacted if Lee had refused to share the bed with him. He slipped under the blanket on his side and moved closer to Lee. It wasn’t until he was pressed against the other man’s warm, comfortable body that he realized the air was cold today. He shivered once and pressed his fingers to Lee’s chest, trying to warm them.

The bed wasn’t the smallest available, but it wasn’t large either. The bed in the master bedroom of Gaara’s mansion was easily sized for a king, with enough room for them both to stretch out and roll around once they’d fallen asleep. However, they would have to stay close together tonight. Gaara shared the wide pillow with Lee at the head of the bed, their faces not far apart as they looked at each other. The sorcerer allowed an arm to stay close to Lee, half wrapped around him and touching just to feel him there. He slowly lifted his other hand, touching Lee’s chin and tracing his strong jaw bone almost with a sleepy curiosity.

“You seem tired,” Gaara murmured.

“It has been a long day.” Lee shut his eyes, just feeling Gaara’s wandering touch. His arms were wrapped around the other man loosely under the blanket, warmth gathering where their bodies pressed against each other. Reaching out, he put out the candle on the bedside table and left their faces shadowed under the moonlight shining in from the windows. He wished they could leave any conversation for the morning, when it was easier to shelve away thoughts and emotions. “Though I am glad I am no longer confined to a bed.”

Gaara nodded slightly in an agreeable manner. He’d seen how it had driven Lee up a wall to hold still for so long, unable to be out and active. “That’s good," he murmured simply.

The sorcerer ran his fingertips along Lee’s temple, feeling where his face met his hairline before sliding his fingers through Lee’s hair. Sometimes the smith’s hair reminded Gaara of strands of silk, soft to the touch and yet strong. Gaara brushed Lee’s hair away from his face, then slid his hand back down Lee’s jaw, neck, and chest. The strength corded under his fingertips was beautiful and seductive. Gaara leaned in a placed a small, unassuming kiss just above Lee’s collar bone, repetitive of the first kiss he’d given when Lee had finally admitted his desire.

Lee's breath hitched at the gentle kiss, not expecting it right now when his judgement was clouded by doubts and fatigue. This wasn't the time or place to confront Gaara with his feelings. But there was no harm in taking comfort where he could. Swallowing once, he scooped Gaara's back and pulled the man flush against him, burying his face in Gaara's hair and inhaling deeply as he wondered when Gaara started smelling like home.

"Gaara." The name was just breathed out quietly. Not a question or a call to attention. Lee bowed his head and pressed their foreheads together. His eyes were slightly open but his gaze was on Gaara's lips.
The sorcerer hummed quietly in response, blinking his lidded eyes and enjoying the warmth trapped between their bodies as they held each other. Lee’s eyes were so dark, but distinct under the moonlight. Gaara leaned closer subtly, and tilted his head when their noses lightly bumped. His breath hitched and his eyes closed as he pressed their lips softly together. Gaara’s hand had migrated around Lee’s body, and tightened against his back possessively. After everything that had happened recently, Gaara shouldn’t be thinking that kissing Lee was easy- but then again, it was. In the moment it felt simple and delicious and right.

The noise from the bar below was muted, fading away until all Lee could hear was Gaara’s steady breathing and his own pulse pounding in his ears. As their lips met, he shut his eyes and simply enjoyed the intimacy shared between them as the sensation of soft, hot lips swallowed any thought and meaning.

A spark flashed from the tips of Lee's fingers before the smith breathed out in a whoosh and the magic zipped from his fingers towards the nearest tree, turning its bark a dark purple with the wayward energy. "Um...oops?" He flashed Gaara a wide, apologetic grin and shrugged. Around them, various patches of grass and trees were either an unnatural color or had transformed into small creatures that scuttled away. With the grove of trees shading the area and the tall grass providing enough cushion to lay down and relax, it was a welcome reprieve from their travels. They were close to the city now but it was still a few hours on horseback.

It was also the best place to practice what magic Gaara taught him. There were few opportunities for the sorcerer to continue Lee's lessons, with the number of travelers passing through the main roads. Lee was making slow progress, but the demon's amplified power already gave him an advantage over most fledgling acolytes.

"Yosh! That was better than before. I will surely get it right this time!" He took his place next to the flowing stream they'd rested at. Cupping his hands in the water, Lee concentrated on the faint energy flowing with the current, just as Gaara had taught him. "How did it go again?" he murmured, glancing at Gaara for approval as he drew in the energy from earth, water and air onto the center of his palms.

“If you get too excited, you’ll spend as much energy as you’re trying to gather," Gaara said, demeanor remained relaxed. He was sitting down and leaning back against a tree, keeping an eye on the horses as they grazed the grass along the water shore. He kept an eye on Lee as well, finding some amusement in the smith’s manifestations of magic when his concentration was not quite correct. “Try creating a path in your mind, and allowing the natural energy in the current to be directed into your body instead of passing by. Sometimes it helps to have a mental image of a tunnel that catches the air or water and bends it toward you.”

Gaara stretched lightly and felt a small crick in his shoulder pop, loosening his limb and making him sigh with relief. He was trying to teach Lee how to summon things from the mansion back home. He needed to learn how to use the energy around him before he did that however, so that he wouldn’t always be draining away the strength in his body. If a spell went awry or cost more than he’d intended, he could accidentally trade away valuable life energy, or even cut years off his life span.

“A tunnel, huh?” Lee licked his lips and pictured a dark enclosed area with light at the end. This was supposed to be one of the easier spells he’d learn from Gaara. He didn’t have the natural affinity for magic that the sorcerer had, but Gaara was patient with him and taught him to harness what power the demon lent him. The smile fell from his face as he concentrated on the traces of power that touched his skin and melded with the energy inside him. An idea struck him and he pictured the tunnel filling with all the elements he was drawing from, turning into a force that pounded against its walls and rushed towards the light at the end.

His hands shook in the water as energy gathered like a ball in his hands. In a sudden audible pop, the force of the spell erupted from Lee’s hands right out of the water and sank into itself until it turned into living, breathing matter.

The gremlin that appeared flailed in the air for a second before it went plummeting down with a tiny cry right onto Lee’s wet palms. It trembled before falling flat against Lee’s hands in relief.

“Master Gaara! Did you see that?!” Lee practically bounced on his feet as he carried the gremlin towards where Gaara was lying on the grass. Eyes wide with excitement, he almost dropped the poor creature as he knelt down beside the sorcerer and showed it off like a child seeking praise from a parent. “I never thought I would truly be able to perform any kind of magic!”

Gaara sat up and raised a surprised brow at the little creature in Lee’s hands. It still looked moderately confused, as if unsure of why it had been called or where it was. It's green little ears twitched back, and it's snub nose snuffled loudly. “You summoned a gremlin? You must have collected quite an amount of power.”

Lifting the gremlin from Lee’s hands, Gaara held it up and turned it over in the air a few times. It squawked indignantly at him and squirmed until Gaara handed it back. Sure enough, there were no parts missing and all its senses seemed intact. It was one of the smaller ones, too, hardly bigger than a cantaloupe. “Good job. I hadn’t expected you to summon something alive. Was that on purpose or an accident?”

“I did not intend to summon anything in particular,” Lee replied, helping the gremlin up on his shoulder and leaving it to hang on to his leathers. “Maybe...it is because when I think of your mansion, the gremlins are the first thing that comes to mind? They are everywhere.” He sat down next to Gaara and reached for his pack. Breaking off a piece of honeyed bread from their rations, he offered it to the gremlin who immediately bit into it.

He grinned brightly at the praise Gaara gave him, accepting the man’s subdued way of voicing approval. “Your imagery helped a lot. Thank you for teaching me, Wizard Gaara.” There was a sparkle in Lee’s eyes as he broke a piece of grass and tickled Gaara’s neck with it.
“Sorcerer Gaara,” the man replied automatically, twitching away from the blade of grass being brandished at him. He was somewhat mortified to realize that his neck was flushing. Nobody needed to find out that he was ticklish! I would completely ruin his image as a powerful and intimidating sorcerer. He shook his head and covered the skin above his cloak collar with a hand. “So, what do you plan to do with your little gremlin? Let him stay on your shoulder all day, or send him back home?”
Lee’s grin widened at the flush on Gaara’s neck, but he refrained from pointing it out with Gaara so quick to cover it. “I think he would be excellent company. Besides, I do not trust myself to send him back in one piece.” He craned his neck to glance at the gremlin on his shoulder, which had sat itself under Lee’s shoulder strap, using it like a harness.

Seeing Gaara under the sun and surrounded by greenery was a treat. Usually the sorcerer kept out of the sun, preferring to stay indoors working in his lab or moving around the mansion’s rooms. Here, his hair was a beautiful fiery red and the green of his eyes reflected their surroundings. It reminded Lee of the first time he saw Gaara-- which was probably the first time he’d been attracted to him as well even if he only realized it later on. Leaning back against the tree, Lee propped his arms on his knees. “Let me know when you want to resume our travel.”

“Not much longer now. I’ll let the horses graze for a few more minutes and then lead them to the water before we leave.” Gaara leaned forward to double check on their steeds, then fell back against the trunk again and closed his eyes with a sigh. He knew that their journey was a dark one, and they weren’t even halfway through their troubles yet, but it felt peaceful right now. Lee’s company was becoming more and more invaluable to the sorcerer, calming him in moments of frustration and supporting him when doubt made him hesitate. There were still odd moments when their connection was shaky or tense, but Gaara found that they passed with patience and gentle caresses.

Gaara turned his eyes toward Lee, briefly admiring the proud grin the smith still wore. He was well suited among the elements as they were, where nature bullied the weak and carved paths for the strong. Lee was a strong, picturesque figure of a man, and his eyes had never seemed more wild and alive than now. The sorcerer slid a hand to cover Lee’s in the grass, squeezing briefly before he stood. Without a word, he moved toward the horses and reached for their reins.

With the silent signal to get moving, Lee pushed himself off the ground and dusted his pants. As he stepped forward to take his horse’s reins, his smile turned into a smirk and he ducked in close to run his lips over the back of Gaara’s neck, purposefully targeting the small fine hairs dotting the sorcerer’s pale skin. Grabbing the reins, he quickly hoisted himself over the animal and smiled down innocently at the sorcerer. “Ready.”

Gaara shuddered with the contact to his tickle spot. When he looked up and saw the ‘innocence’ on Lee’s face he knew that the smith had done that on purpose. However, acknowledging Lee’s wickedness would be acknowledging his own un-sorcerer like quality, so he chose to lift his chin with dignity and mount the other horse without responding. He’d get Lee back later, somehow.
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