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A Welcome Distraction	By : ClaireBear Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the fandom of Naruto, nor am I making a profit, from the writing of this material. The characters depicted in this short work of fiction are from the manga and anime series 'Naruto', created by Masashi Kishim

Chapter List
- 1-A Welcome Distraction
- 1
Pairing:   Lee x Sai
Tags: AU, Yaoi, M/M, Anal, Sounding

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making a profit, from the writing of this material. The characters depicted in this short work of fiction are from the manga and anime series 'Naruto', created by Masashi Kishimoto.

Warnings: Sai is somewhat OC in this due to his mental instability.

A Welcome Distraction

There were ninety-eight steps from the ground floor to the seventh floor suites. One hundred and twelve if he entered through the sub-level parking lot. The climb took no longer than five, maybe six, minutes if he paced himself and half that if he really wanted a work-out. He clocked in at exactly eight minutes and forty-three seconds this round, a time which did not please him in the slightest. Of course he would have been on par had he not been weighted down as heavily as he was tonight but, to Lee, that was no excuse. The disappointed young man exited the stair well and walked briskly down the hall to room 704. Had it been any other night he would have jogged back downstairs and made the challenging trek again in an attempt to redeem himself, but he was running on a tight schedule and couldn't spare the time. Lee shifted the bags of groceries into one hand and, with the duffel bag slung on his shoulder, a twenty-four by thirty- two inch canvas under his arm and a roll of black bristol board strapped to his back, he was now tilted unevenly to one side.

Lee turned the knob to open the door. It was unlocked, not surprisingly . Sai had a flagrant disregard for his personal security and would never deign to safeguard himself whenever he was home alone. Lee didn't mind if he left the place wide open while he was with him, at least he could protect him then, but no matter how many times he lectured, scolded or pleaded his lover to lock up whenever he came in, Sai continued to put himself at risk.

He dreaded, one evening, coming home to find the door ajar and the young man sprawled across the floor, laying in a puddle of his own blood. Sai would always laugh at his unnecessary concern and assure him he was very much capable of taking care of himself or any intruders. Lee was just afraid Sai would do something reckless, like calling an armed assailant's bluff.

Sai was like that. As a renowned artist he was excused from taking the world around him seriously and given passport to depart himself from reality. Sai was the kind of guy that would casually approach a gun pointed at his chest and shove his finger down the barrel. Lee knew this much because he'd done it before. Fortunately, the weapon was empty, just a prop used by a petty thug to appear more intimidating, but when he realized that he was more afraid of his victim than they were of him, he ran off, leaving Sai to complete his ATM transaction. When he returned to their apartment he found an anxiously pacing Lee who wanted to know why he felt the need to go downtown at three o' clock in the morning and couldn't wait until sunrise. He'd been hungry. Lee pointed out that the fridge had been adequately stocked but Sai was craving something sweet.

He'd said that with the most innocuous smile then that Lee let it go, until he caught the evening news and learned of Sai's little 'adventure' at the bank that had been captured on camera. The reporter laughed and her co-anchor made a humorous quip about not wanting to meet that brazen, little guy in a dark alley, but Lee didn't find it the least bit funny, and, from then on, made sure to add candy, chocolate and ice cream to the shopping list. Sai, when asked during an 'Artform' magazine interview, promoting one of his gala unveilings, why he committed such a daring and potentially fatal act, simply replied, he wanted to see if his finger would fit.

The outcome of that incident could have been dire, and Lee thought it was nothing short of a miracle that Sai was able to walk away from it. They had been living in a pretty dangerous neighbourhood near the harbourfront at the time too, and it was a wonder Lee managed to keep the inky, black colour of his hair worrying about his life partner that much. He'd never been more relieved when the young prodigy finally grew tired of the dispassionate apathy of metropolitan life and sought inspiration in the quiet, sleepy suburbs.

Four months later, Sai had the urge to leave. In Chicago there was never a dull moment, but nothing interesting ever happened in the idyllic town of Lowell, Ohio and the traditionalist neighbours found his odd mannerisms too perturbing to accept him into their fold. Not that Sai noticed or anything, and if he did, he didn't care. Lee believed he stayed only to spite them, but his work was his biggest priority and they were on the move again. They found a quaint, little apartment in the South where the tropical weather enabled him to paint en plein air all year round, but they'd made rest at a filthy motel during their cross-state journey and Sai made the bug-infested quarters his home for a time. It had character, he explained, after Lee tried vainly to make him reconsider. Some of his best work was produced during that deleterious period and Lee selflessly endured the test on his patience and the fortitude of their relationship.

When Sai's creative well ran dry, he yearned for a more... rugged environment and they bought a trailer and roughed it in the wild. That had been the best half-year of Lee's life.

Living amongst untouched nature was new to both men and the virgin air and verdant landscape made Lee feel cleansed and more attuned to the Earth. He had never felt more alive, and while he left the talented visionary within the safety of the mobile home, Lee chose to camp out in the open and sleep beneath the stars. It was a joyous blessing to be reduced to his most base survival instincts, and having the opportunity to observe wildlife in their natural habitats, and the outdoorsman could find no other way to thank Mother Nature for the life-defining experience, than to take only what he needed, while being mindful to leave no trace of his presence.

Lee was disappointed when, as expected, Sai's artistic flair craved a change in surroundings and he hoped that, maybe some time in the future, he would return to seek the inspirational beauty of the great outdoors.

Clearly the dynamics of their work was instrumental in orchestrating their constant mobility. Being a stunt double required Lee to follow the production wherever it took him, and while he preferred a static career, with dependable hours, that kept him closer to Sai, Lee loved what he did. Being on location was infinitely better than pretending to be absorbed in their surroundings before a green screen which helped him become one with his character. Not that his motivation for each scene mattered one iota to the director than the real actors' did.

Lee's trainer, and long time friend, often encouraged him to step out from beneath the shadows of 'movie extra' and into the limelight of superstardom, but the added responsibility would drain any available free time he allotted to keeping an eye on Sai and making sure he didn't get himself killed. Besides, Lee was quite content with his obscure celebrity status. He was nestled comfortably between the liberty of venturing out in public without an entourage of bodyguards at his heels or a swarm of paparazzi in his face and the honour of being recognized by the select few members of the public that made up his adoring fans, asking him to grace them with an autograph or photo.

Sai's motivations were a little more 'impromptu'. He operated primarily under right brain functions and anything, even an object of the smallest insignificance, could cause a spark that would influence the creation of a masterpiece.   But he never knew where that next seed lay so he was constantly searching for it and gorged upon it until it became infertile. The boy was gifted, no one could say otherwise and mean it. Each piece was a powerful sight to behold. Lee knew nothing about art and possessed no artistic talent of his own, but he did know enough to appreciate his lover's efforts and he felt a certain distinction knowing that he was always the first to witness its completion before anyone else.

Rarely would Sai produce nothing. He would still want to paint, needed to, but some malicious force would become a blockage between his imagination and his canvas. Those empty periods were always difficult. Money would become scarce and Lee would always be torn between keeping his job to support them and leaving his job to be a supportive boyfriend. There would be endless abusive calls from Ino, Sai's manager and event co-ordinator. Whenever something went wrong, she blamed Lee, and the poor man never heard the end of it. Before the two became serious, the aggressive business woman pulled him aside and had a heart-to-heart with him. Her speech had been blunt and she'd made her objectives crystal clear: Sai was her meal ticket. Every cancelled or postponed exhibition reflected poorly on her image and, more importantly, her profits. Each and every painting that lay incomplete, trashed or abandoned amounted to thousands of dollars she would never see in her bank account.

She didn't like him because she didn't trust him, but Lee had his uses.

He was the link that kept communications open between agent and client. Through Lee, Ino knew what he was doing, how many paintings he'd finished or were currently working on and, more importantly, where he was at all times.

It infuriated the woman to no end whenever the acclaimed artist dropped off the face of the planet and, while his sudden disappearances were always good for publicity, he was worth more to her in his studio, than wandering aimlessly around.

Surprisingly enough, Sai was easily distracted once he was in, what Lee liked to call, 'the zone' and was the primary reason he kept himself cloistered away from mankind. It was always in Lee's best interest to leave the master undisturbed when he was that engrossed. The last time he pulled him away from his work, he'd done it out of concern to get some food into his near emaciated frame. But Sai never went back to it after that and Ino was livid. That was the one time Lee stood up to her. He was never one for confrontation but what did she expect him to do? Just stand there and watch him starve to death?

Ino reacted strangely to that by giving him a condescending look before laughing in his face like he were an idiot. She told him if he couldn't become accustomed to such self-destructive behaviour then he was better off leaving. Sai was capable of worse and had done more damage to himself in the course of his career for the sake of his craft than merely skipping a few meals, and Lee remembered feeling queasy when she told him that he'd once used his own blood as his medium.

The truth was, Sai wasn't talented because he was unconventional in his approach and tried to push the boundaries of what the industry deemed 'true art'. He wasn't like the others who broke the rules or 'created' a personality to help sell their image along with their works. Sai wasn't eccentric or megalomaniacal because he'd developed a sense of entitlement as a side-effect to his fame and notoriety, and he wasn't detached and aloof because he didn't want people bothering him and looked down on the little people that were too far beneath him to be inconsequential. No, the disturbing truth behind his complexities was that Sai was clinically insane, and it was a secret Ino made sure never became public knowledge.

His mental illness was the reason behind his hyper-active imagination, and anti-social mis-fittings and border-line misanthropy. Lee was surprised he never put the pieces together before now and had assumed he was like that because he stereotypically believed all artists had their own personal quirks. Of course, now he was expected to take this secret to his grave and turn a blind eye whenever his lover did something hazardous. Above all else, he was made to swear that he wouldn't, under any circumstances, try to 'fix' Sai or attempt to have him cured. But Lee was long-suffering and he loved him enough to do anything he could to make sure that at least all his needs were met. He had to or Ino vowed she would slit his throat.

That reminded him.

After Lee stored the groceries he checked the reminders the agent left on his cell phone. Sai's unveiling was on the twelfth, three days from now, and from her astringent tone, it was imperative to Lee's longevity that Sai, and his latest piece, be in attendance.

Lee made several notes on post-its and left them in strategic locations around the apartment he was sure his partner would come across eventually. The problem was, Lee was going to be over international borders during the next few days, therefore he wouldn't be around to remind Sai of his engagement, and he was already distraught about missing his lover's big night. Lee was never keen on fancy occasions such as these. He never even went to the premiers of the movies he appeared in. Not that he was expected to show up or anything. But this gala was important to Sai and he wanted to be there to show his support. He also wanted to be present just in case there was any conflict.

Sai loved it when people appraised his work and he became animated and engaging as he listened to their critiques; both good and bad. But what he couldn't tolerate was when self-imposed critics interpreted his work for him, as if they were suddenly experts, and that kind of hubris usually earned them a hard slap in the face.

Unlike Ino, Lee wouldn't stand idly by and let him attack another person just because it drew attention from the other entrants at the gala and generated more publicity and, unlike Ino, he hated reading editorials that bemoaned the artist's unacceptable behaviour.

Lee dedicated a few minutes of his time to do some cleaning. There was no telling what kind of state he would find their home in upon his return and, at least this way, he would have a head-start when he got back. A pot of cold, uncooked noodles was left on the stove and an opened can of tomato paste sat on the counter next to the sink, which contained a head of unwashed lettuce and three tomatoes cut in half. Sai had probably been in the midst of preparing lunch when he was struck with motivation and abandoned the kitchen to return to his studio. This happened far too often for Lee's liking and not because he constantly had to clean up after him or dispose of spoiled food, but because it meant that he probably hadn't eaten all day.

Lee did the best that he could to finish Sai's meal the way he presumed he would have wanted it, but Sai's gastronomic tastes were just as spontaneous as his creative desires and there was a probability he wouldn't even want spaghetti and salad the next time he sought something to eat.

Still, he finished the meal and stored it inside the fridge, just in case.

The apartment was quiet and, if not for the fact that the lights were on and that he'd left the door unlocked, then Lee would have believed he wasn't home, but he remembered Ino saying that it was best if he worked in silence. A few years ago she'd suggested he try painting with ambient music to help him get through his blank periods and it worked, somewhat. He started painting again but the variety of songs muddled his train of thought and he spent more time choosing the right music to stoke his motivation until it became more detrimental to his productivity than just waiting for his fog of desolation to clear.

Lee was careful not to make a sound as he quietly entered the second bedroom that they'd turned into a make-shift studio. The newspaper on the floor crackled beneath each step he took and Lee winced, but the busy worker paid no notice to him and continued attacking his canvas with short and aggressive strokes of his brush. Lee saw the set line of determination at his brow and the intensity with which he evaluated each band, dollop and splash of colour. His teeth bit unmercifully deep into another brush he kept within his mouth and he balanced his palette upon his lap while sitting on a high barstool that kept his legs a few inches above the ground.

Lee admired his talented lover as he worked ambidextrously, applying blobs of colour with the brush in one hand then smearing and blending the wet paint with his thumb and fingers on the other. It was somewhat eerie to watch him execute such skill with his fingers as they moved swift and elegant like a virtuoso at a grand piano. He was in his zone. He shouldn't disturb him, but Lee found an inexplicable urge to want to say goodbye.

It was selfish of him to tell Sai he would be leaving in the morning, the young man already knew he would be gone, but he never had the chance to wish him luck at the exhibition because of his busy schedule and Sai's immersion in his latest work.

It was strange how they'd managed to make this relationship last when, to him, they were so distant. Lee felt omitted from his lover's life and his acting career didn't interest the artist enough for him to want to get involved. They shared nothing in common: Lee did anything that involved physical interactivity with his surroundings, while Sai was content remaining quiescently observant. It appeared at times that Sai, even when not in his zone, was blissfully ignorant of Lee's very existence and sometimes looked at him as if he were a complete stranger, which was a stark contrast to the time when they'd first met and Sai was literally all over him with a familiarity that was reserved solely for married couples.

He'd touched him everywhere, lauding his sinewy musculature and marvelling at his amazing flexibility despite his taut, rippled form. Lee was not used to such attention and had been too flattered by such bold compliments to say or do anything to deter him, but when the smaller man started to practically undress him on the set, Lee had to keep him at a relative distance long enough for studio security to pick him up.

He was surprisingly spry for such a little guy and gave the guards an embarrassingly difficult time before they had to lift him bodily and carry him off the compound. Lee shouldn't have been surprised to find him waiting patiently outside, but he was unnerved that the boy had been there for over five hours while he did take after take. The stand-in actor wasn't afraid of him, he knew he could handle the smaller man if he tried anything funny, it just unsettled him to know that he now had a stalker. But, to his immense relief the boy that lacked social boundaries was not a stalker, nor was he a fan, and he didn't even know he was talking to the greatest martial artist stunt man in the entire movie industry.

The thought that this person could molest someone that was a complete stranger to him (of the same gender no less) all but had Lee ready to bolt. He'd dealt with homosexuals before and, while he'd managed to keep his sexual orientation private, Lee found he had more trouble with persistent male fans than their female counterparts.

But Sai wasn't interested in him that way. He just wanted the other man to model for him and, before Lee had the option to either accept or deny his offer, the stranger was already pulling out his book and pencils from his knapsack and busily sketching his subject.

Lee stood frozen as calculating eyes worked in harmonious synergy with co-ordinated fingers to capture a grainy, yet life-like representation of himself upon paper. Lee was impressed by his attention to detail and leaned closer to get a better look, but Sai pushed his head away and, the guy that had accosted him inappropriately, no less than six hours ago, grumbled that he was invading his personal space.

In a word, Sai was adorable and Lee was helplessly charmed by his idiosyncrasies so, for two years, he enjoyed the honour, and the privilege, of being Sai's muse.

It wasn't until seven months after their first meeting that Lee made the first move to advance their relationship to the next step and, three months after that, they were officially a couple and living together.

Lee gave a disparaging sigh then cursed himself once the sound left his mouth. Fortunately, Sai remained focused on his task, as if he hadn't heard him, as if he didn't know he was standing only a few feet away. Lee tried to be understanding, he really did, but he missed the level of intimacy they shared during the early stages of their union. Try as he might to rekindle that dying flame, Sai seemed to have rapidly lost interest in him until he was nothing more than a simple fixture or accoutrement to be stored in the attic. The bitter truth was, he was no longer his little artist's muse, and Lee wondered how much longer he had before another ignited his inspiration the same way he had.

There was no time to mope about that now. He couldn't be in this frame of mind if he hoped to give a hundred percent to his job, besides, Sai had not cast him aside just yet so he should try to enjoy what little time he had left. Lee approached him as swiftly and as quietly as the thick layer of newspapers on the floor would allow and gave him a tender kiss upon the cheek before exiting the studio to go into the bedroom and resume packing.

Gai had advised him to take warmer clothing. Despite Manitoba's neighbourly distance to the American border, Canada was generally colder, especially during the latter months of the year. Lee gathered his sweaters and jackets from the cupboard and began to fold them neatly into a second suitcase, but he stood, locked in place, when a pair of thin arms wrapped themselves loosely about his waist and a soft cheek nuzzled against the course fabric of his T-shirt.

"Sai?" Lee called out to the person behind him expectantly. It was obvious who was clinging to him so lovingly, but Lee couldn't believe that he would have pulled himself away from his painting just for a hug!

His painting!

The fitness enthusiast wriggled out of his lover's embrace and turned to see his cherub-like face turned upwards with mirth. "Kiss, kiss."

Lee stifled a groan. When Ino said 'no interruptions' she had meant 'no interruptions' as it appeared that tiny kiss he'd given him just now was a large enough distraction to pull him away from his work. He gave him another chaste kiss, this time on the forehead, because convincing Sai to get back to work would be much easier once he got what he wanted. "There," Lee smiled broadly and turned him around before giving him a gentle push towards the door. Sai left and Lee's body sagged with relief once the crisis was averted and he was sure he would no longer incur Ino's wrath.

Lee returned to his responsibilities and imagined that Sai had done likewise, but his petite partner came back a few moments later with a large tub of chocolate-chip ice-cream cradled under one arm. Lee frowned as he clambered onto the bed to watch him while snacking on the frozen delicacy, but Lee tried to ignore him, hoping that he might take the hint and go away.

"What are you doing?"

"Packing," Lee replied succinctly.

"For your trip?"

Lee only nodded. Had this been any other day, under completely different circumstances, Lee would have engaged him in conversation, but Sai had work to do and, while he couldn't come right out and order him to go back into the studio and finish his painting, he hoped he could at least bore the other man back into his zone.

Sai's eyes never left his boyfriend as he brought another spoonful of ice cream to his mouth. "Where are you going?" he asked after swallowing it whole, and merely twitched at the resulting brain freeze as if it were nothing more than a pin prick.

"Canada."

"How long will you be gone?"

Lee furrowed his brow with slight confusion. Why was Sai asking these questions when he already knew the answers? Lee had told him all of this before. Had he forgotten or had he simply not been paying attention when he was talking to him? Perhaps he was at a loss for an interesting conversation and was willing to talk about anything, even a subject they'd already concluded. Nevertheless, Lee responded, "a few days."

That brought a sad pout to the other man's face and he dropped the spoon into the tub. "Do you want me to help you?"

"Thanks, but no thanks," Lee said just as he put in the last of his warm clothing and closed the suitcase before lifting it over to the door. Not only did he not want to absorb Sai's time with the chore but he didn't want him handling his clothing with fingers sticky with paint and ice cream. He suddenly had an idea and walked out, hoping that maybe Sai would follow him into the adjoining room. He waited there for almost half an hour but the other man refused to show and Lee expelled his breath on a frustrated sigh when he returned to find his lover still on the bed and licking ice-cream from his spoon.

Well, at least he was eating.

"You're back already?" Sai asked with a surprisingly convincing hopeful innocence, even though Lee knew he was only being silly. "That was quick... I really missed you."

"I haven't left yet," his lover calmly explained.

Sai made a 'shooing' motion with one hand. "Then you should hurry up and go so you can get back fast. I'm already starting to miss you."

"My plane doesn't leave for another twelve hours," then something of great import dawned on him. "Sai... do you intend to stay here until I get back?"

The boy gave an exaggerated shrug and the collar of his over-sized V-necked shirt slipped off his shapely shoulder. "Where else am I supposed to go?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant," Lee amended with a shake of his head. "I mean, will you stay here, in the bedroom, the whole time I'm gone?"

Sai looked into the still half-full bucket of frozen cream. "Just until I run out... I guess."

Lee was alleviated by his response. At least it sounded promising. "And what are you going to do when you run out of ice-cream?"

He dropped the spoon again and licked his lips thoughtfully. "I'm not sure," he answered slowly. "Eat cake?"

Lee fought back a groan. Why did he always have to make this so difficult? Lee came over to the bed and occupied the space next to his boyfriend where Sai quickly fed him a heaping spoonful and, despite the regimented diet he adhered to, Lee downed the entire thing. "Well, you could always meet Ino at the art gallery, this Tuesday night at seven-thirty," was his not so subtle hint. "Don't you think that would be fun?"

Sai stared at him blankly, as if seeing him for the very first time. It wasn't surprising, this was the closest they had been in a while and Lee couldn't remember when last he'd felt so valued beneath such a warm and adoring gaze.

"Sai?" Lee tried again when it appeared as if his lover hadn't heard him.

"Lee," and there was that coquettish smile again. "You have to have sex with me!"

The sudden brusqueness of the demand caught the bulkier man off-guard, and before he could decline, or even recover from the shock, Sai had tossed the ice-cream tub askew and clambered into his lap and threw his arms about his corded neck to kiss him silly.

The urgency and momentum with which he attacked him was unprecedented, and Lee's sturdy body fell backwards onto the mattress. Large hands firmly gripped a slim waist in an effort to dislodge the eager form strapped to him but the calloused pads of his fingertips became reacquainted with the silky smoothness of Sai's midriff and, before he knew it, he was caressing his lover's back.

A warm trail of tiny nips and kisses made their way from the corner of his mouth to titillate the erogenous piece of flesh that hid behind his right ear. Lee groaned huskily in response to the erotic stimulation. His brawny hands threaded through soft, black hair and gently caressed a smooth neck and shoulders in encouragement. Playful teeth worried the taut skin over his bulging jugular before traipsing lower to nibble on the jutting bone of his clavicle. An amorous sigh slipped from Lee's slack-jawed mouth even as his fingers twitched with uncertainty and, as much as he enjoyed his lover's teasing attentions, he didn't want to chance him leaving any visible marks .

Fortunately, he moved on, and his lips followed the exposed path of tanned skin left by busy fingers working at buttons to reveal a toned, muscular chest. Sai pushed the fabric aside but did not remove it completely. His eyes appreciated a half-naked study more than it did a fully nude one and he quite liked the contrast of a chiselled form framed by soft, flowing cloth.

Sai worshipped his chest with his mouth while diminutive fingers pinched and plucked lightly at a pair of tawny nipples. Lee's breath escaped on a heated hiss through tightly clenched teeth. They were more sensitive than most and it took very little to get them as rock hard as they were right now. Sai's lips closed around one and began a hungered suckling and Lee cried out. The twin received a similar treatment, leaving them both soaked and glistening with warm saliva. He continued his slow journey down the other man's quivering torso and stopped to flick the tip of his tongue a few times inside his navel. Lee gasped on a shaky giggle and he was certain he heard the younger man giggle in turn to the sound.

Sai carefully avoided touching the thick bulge that sprouted at his boyfriend's groin as he, oh so slowly, opened his fly and tugged his pants down to his thighs, Lee lifting his hips to accommodate him. It was growing increasingly difficult for Lee to remain still beneath the artist's appraising gaze. He caressed his arms and hands, in an attempt to spur them into action but Sai merely sat above him with no further intention of touching him for now.

The larger man shifted restlessly beneath his partner but, it had the opposite effect he'd been hoping for and, instead of feeling those soft hands or gentle lips upon his body, Sai clambered off of him and left the room.

Lee wasn't sure what to make of this development. It was never like him to just up and leave in the middle of sex. Perhaps he'd found his spark and went back to his painting? He was more willing to believe that than the other, more prudent, possibility that the other man no longer found him arousing.

Disappointment and uncertainly churned in his chest but his desire was too great now to diminish and, as much as he wanted to get back to his packing, he decided it would be a task easier completed if he tended to his unspent lust. Lee curled a hand around his semi-hard member. It had been aflame only moments ago but Sai's sudden disinterest, and his apparent inadequacies as a lover, enervated his libido. But not by much.

The eager painter barged into the room shortly after with a curious box in his hands, a bottle of oil balanced atop it and three paintbrushes clutched between his teeth and an impish smile. Lee's hand quickly fell away from his crotch when the other boy climbed onto the bed but Sai seemed to neither notice or care that he'd been caught red-handed.

"Look what I have!" he exclaimed after laying the implements out on the mattress and Lee's eyes focused on the large container as Sai slipped it out of its sleeve and removed several plastic, coloured jars. The label on the cardboard sleeve confirmed the obvious, but the type of paint it was caused Lee's thick eyebrows to rise high on his forehead.

Sai busied himself with opening each jar and Lee noticed that the contents of most of them were lower than the others. Sai lifted the white jar, which appeared almost empty and dipped his finger inside to taste. His eyes fluttered close and an orgasmic hum vibrated inside his throat. "This one is my favourite," the artist explained and scooped a generous amount for his lover to try.

Although he didn't mind indulging in the occasional sweets, Lee had to admit that the flavoured paint was actually not that bad.

"It's good, huh?"

Lee concurred with a few, brief nods and licked at the fingers that lingered at his lips. He wasn't surprised Sai preferred this flavour as much as he claimed. He was very well aware of the other man's penchant for vanilla. "Where did you get them?"

"Sex shop," Sai replied simply and joyfully applied a bit of red paint to his own lips and Lee became enthralled when he wiped it off with his adorable, pink tongue. "I thought it would make an interesting medium, but the painting was too tasty," and Lee chuckled at the resulting imagery of the eccentric artist licking his canvas clean. He wanted to ask him why he sought a new medium in that type of place. Sai's jaunts into such locales was no secret between them but what exactly he hoped to find there to use in his work rose some inquiry. It all became moot when the younger man straddled his thighs and Lee was once again aware of his state of incomplete dress.

Sai's coquettish demeanour melted away as he observed the sculpted torso beneath him with creative potential, splaying his hands across the taut planes of his pectorals. The balls of his palms brushed against the tight pebbles of Lee's nipples, sending ripples of pleasure along his spine, and the older man grabbed his younger partner by the waist to drag him closer to the epi-centre of his arousal.

Sai squirmed in protest and Lee reluctantly released him, dropping his hands to his sides. Sai seemed pleased by this act of submission and dipped his left hand in the red jar and his right in the blue then smeared the colour in abstract stripes across Lee's stomach.

It was difficult to hold deathly still as trained fingers danced flirtatiously on his abdomen and he could tell the reflexive spasms of his stomach muscles annoyed the busy artist. Lee engaged his core and willed himself to resist the impulsive reactions but the touches along his sides tickled him immensely. Sai cleaned his fingers of paint with his mouth, the sight of him suckling those digits did delicious things to Lee's imagination. He then chose two new colours: orange and yellow, to add them to the living canvas of Lee's chest, and the sharp tang of citrus and lemon stung his nostrils. The young actor dipped his head in an attempt to make out the imagery but, like his other abstract pieces, it held no conspicuous meaning and was, most likely, a metaphysical translation of his emotions or an interpretation of how he viewed society.

He was used to Sai painting his naked body, he just found it a little... odd that he would choose to paint on his naked body. At least this way they were spending time together and he had the opportunity to appreciate the other man's talents even more. He was the median of Sai's focus, an integral part of the composition that gave his creation substance, a plane of existence. But it bore a temporary conception and would never share the same ardor and recognition as his more celebrated masterworks. Its inspiration was birthed from the love that flourished between them, giving it an intrinsic value that was worth more than even his most expensive masterpiece.

Another change of colours and Lee glanced up to observe the diligent painter and what he saw made his breath catch in his throat. Sai bore a flat expression and tense brows knitted above a vacant, yet almost omniscient stare that seemed to project his most subconscious fantasies through the glassy lens of his eyes. Lee had seen him like this many times before, when he was one with his work and oblivious to the world around him. It was such a romantic moment and Lee cherished every precious second of it.

He observed in silent admiration while the little artist added a few more layers of colour and, with a much smaller area to work on it wasn't long before he was finished. A sublime smile touched Sai's beautifully sculpted lips and he sat back to applaud his latest piece. "Now for the finishing touches," he tittered and reached over for the bottle of oil. Before Lee could even question what he intended to use it for Sai had unclasped the cap, turned it over and squeezed an overly generous cascade of lubricant over Lee's semi-hard length.

The young martial artist groaned through clenched teeth and writhed as rivulet after rivulet of warm liquid dribbled over his shaft and balls. Sai was almost wasteful in his approach, creating an obscenely large patch on the bed in his capricious attempts to pour the fluid into Lee's urethra. "Drink up!" he encouraged the turgid member. "It's very good for you," but when the stubborn thing refused to swallow his offering, Sai grasped it firmly with his free hand, or rather, as firmly as he could given his lover's frantic thrusting within his fist, and firmly fed the dispensing closure into his hole then squeezed. Lee's body stiffened when he felt the liquid flow permeate him and a morbid curiosity wondered what would happen should he let this continue, even though he logically concluded it would, most likely, be detrimental to his health.

Using his acclaimed god-like strength, he pulled Sai's hands away by the wrists to which the smaller man gave the most innocuous pout that he almost let him go. Almost.

"Nggh, Sai... I- I don't think that would be such a good idea."

Sai blinked.

"Erh, if you do that you might damage something inside me."

He tilted his head to one side.

Lee sighed and removed the now half-empty bottle from his grasp, closed the cap and put it far out of reach. Fortunately the hole was too small and he was able to put a stop to it before it got very far but, the tiny bit that was lodged in there was enough to give him some discomfort. "Think about it along these lines: You might back up the plumbing."

The analogous innuendo brought both amusement and clarity to his guileless lover and Lee could only laugh along with him.   "Then we should turn on the pipes and clear out the clog."

The way he said it, with that sinful smirk and coquettish chuckle made the back of Lee's neck tingle. Although he knew very little about the work of a fine artist and their tools, Lee had purchased enough supplies to instantly name the three brushes. The first one was a size 000 rigger brush that Sai held in his right hand; the second was a 14 fan brush he held artfully in his left. The third paintbrush was an old 6 mop which, unlike the other brushes, appeared to have never touched a drop of paint in its entire history. It's wooden handle, however, was gnawed in the middle, with rows of ridged teeth marks, and Lee identified it as the one he habitually chewed on while working.

Sai adjusted his position on his lover's adamantine thighs and set to work, teasing the entire length with upward strokes of the fan head brush and sounding the thin rigger in Lee's urethra with a trained, steady hand.

God! He'd never felt anything so incredible! The feather-light stimulation both outside and inside him was driving him closer and faster to his release than he had ever thought possible. His hands clawed at the mattress and he thought he could tear it in two, and there was no implausible way he could keep his hips still, not even through force of will. The long bristles of the rigger reached deep, smearing around the oil that was trapped inside, and the tickling sensation of the soft, wet brushes made him want to experience it even deeper still. Sai was teasing the heavy sac now and he made an intrigued noise as he watched the two testicles lift with each contraction. He toured the brush lower still to graze the perineum beneath and Lee's hips lifted off the bed and Sai moved his hands just in time to allow jet streams of his seed to splash on his painted chest.

Spent, Lee's body collapsed onto the mattress while the little artist contemplated the spontaneous splotches of viscous cream on his torso. He frowned, not quite pleased with their position on his composition. It wasn't perfect, and there was alot more semen than he had anticipated... alot more, but it wasn't too much of a disappointment to annul his own arousal. He threw off his clothes with the enthusiasm of a fifteen year old boy eager to be rid of his virginity and impatiently impaled himself on his partner's still erect cock. Lee was still trying to catch his breath when the tight sheath of his boyfriend's heat enveloped him, but he was still hypersensitive from his recent orgasm and the hot, constricting pressure turned the bones in his legs to melted butter.

Sai leaned over to kiss him passionately, their chests flush and frantic writhing making a mess of his beautiful painting. Lee wrapped him in an unbreakable embrace, needing to hold him closer and unwilling to ever let him go. Their tongues mated as hedonistically as their hips and they took deep, gasping breaths into each other's mouths.

Sai rolled his hips in time to each of his lover's powerful thrusts and his own penis twitched happily, sandwiched between their damp, clammy bodies, but, he needed more and he let his rapacious request known. "Lee," he mewled against his flushed ear. "You have to do me harder."

Even though he hadn't quite recovered, Lee was only too willing to oblige and he grasped the small waist in a tight grip, anchored his heels into the firm mattress and hammered relentlessly into his lover's greedy ass. Sai praised his efforts with verbal encouragement but his words were broken and disjointed from the abuse against his body. His voice rose in octaves and his lusty moans grew in volume and frequency and Lee was surprised he could even hear them over his own primal grunting.

"Oooh, Lee! You ha-ve so much-- ahn... youthful energy!" the young man mewled, delirious with pleasure. "I- I can feel-- all the pretty... colours."

He was close, Lee could tell, and he reached a hand between them to take his quivering rod in a closed fist. A few quick pumps was all that was needed to push him over the edge and Sai's small frame was wracked with violent convulsions as he ejaculated onto their chests at the same moment Lee experienced a dry orgasm.

They lay in each other's arms in a sticky mess of paint and bodily fluids. The mattress was soaked with oil and sweat and the tub of melted ice-cream ruined the already stained sheets. Both men were completely drained yet immensely satiated and it was Lee who reluctantly disturbed their serenity when he gently lifted his sleepy lover to one side and sat up.

Sai whimpered and rubbed at his heavy-lidded eyes. He'd wanted to fall asleep in the warm haven of his lover's strong arms but as he watched Lee shrug out of his shirt, examine the blob on his chest and get off the bed to take a shower, he knew that was not going to happen.

"Lee, you have to sleep with me," Sai pleaded, his voice sentimentally hoarse.

He made the mistake of meeting those crestfallen eyes and Lee wanted to abandon all responsibility and curl up onto the dirty bed with his true love. His head and shoulders dropped and he had to look away. "I- have a plane to catch."

Sai shot up, all traces of his exhaustion and disappointment vanished within that instant. "Let's sleep on the plane! Then have sex on it."

It took all of ten seconds for the meaning behind those words to sink in and Lee stammered in bemusement as he watched his impetuous boyfriend toss clothing from the drawers and cupboards into a pile on the floor.

"Sai, you can't come with me." Of course, nothing would make him happier to have the other man come along on his trip, but to obtain a ticket and arrange accommodation at such short notice, not to mention the untold mayhem he would cause were he left to rampage around the set... It just wasn't worth the hassle.

But Sai's mind was already made up and he stuffed his belongings into a bag with little forethought as to toiletries and other knickknacks he would need for a week long journey while chattering incessantly about all the sex they would be having.

At his wit's end, Lee grabbed his stubborn mate by the arm and dragged him into his studio. He positioned him before the unfinished canvas and held him in place with two large hands on his round shoulders. "Sai, you have to finish this. It's very important for your career." 'And my continued existence' he said to himself. "I know you're excited about sex on the plane but you need to focus on completing this first." A brilliant idea struck him and he then added: "If you work quickly you might finish just in time to catch the plane."

He hoped the incentive was enough to inspire him and Lee released him and stepped back to let the artist get to work. Sai seemed to contemplate this new objective and brought a thoughtful finger to his chin while he paced before the artwork and examined it from different angles. Lee held his breath and tensed every tendon, muscle and nerve within his body. He dared not make a sound lest the other man find it too distracting. Sai took the canvas in both hands and the breath he was holding escaped on a sharp, expectant exhale and became a panicked yell when the impulsive artist tossed the painting through the loft window.

"All done!" he beamed and skipped gaily back into the other room to resume packing.

Lee snapped himself out of his slack-jawed bewilderment and hurried over to the window with the vain hope that it was still somewhat salvageable. Just his luck, it landed face-down on a parked car and, while he was fortunate that any pedestrians were unscathed, they were probably going to have to deal with a lawsuit now. The silver lining was that Ino would probably eat this publicity right up... but who was he kidding. Ino was going to kill him.

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