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MIB: Sex, Drugs, and Aliens	By : LucklessMallory Category: Naruto Crossovers > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-MIB: Sex, Drugs, and Aliens
- 1
AN: This is an RP done between myself and my partner, Chinesefirethorn. It's the first we did together (years ago), and involves quite a bit of CRACK and OOC-ness. Enjoy!

"I have them cornered, N!"
The radio crackled to life on Agent N's collar. Cocking his gun, the long-haired man barked a curt "On my way," into the device and dashed across the warehouse. A hot flash of red streaked inches from his face, managing to singe strands of his hair as he pulled back with a frown. For a rookie's first mission, this was taking more out of him than the routine assignments he'd had before Agent L was recruited.
N, or Neji, as he once went by before his recruitment, ducked as another red burst nearly took an ear. Once again he cursed the day his overeager partner was assigned to him. One, L liked to take things into his own hands so to speak. Two, he was far too excitable for a grown man of 24. And three, this was supposed to be their first mission as partners and L had immediately run after the suspects the moment he'd seen them.
A simple drug smuggling investigation- follow the suspects, find their headquarters, get a sample of the drug if possible, and get out. It was just a follow up investigation on who was leaking an alien drug, nicknamed H-4u, into the local pharmacies. They weren't supposed to tip the suspects that they were on to them!
Gritting his teeth, N hoped L wouldn't do anything stupid before he got to where he was.

Crouched low behind a pile of crates, Agent L quickly scanned the room. The two men he'd been following since this morning were standing in front of what looked like a simple storage locker. With a press of a button on his sunglasses, L activated the new scanner built into it and smiled as the illusion layer fell away to reveal a spaceship. He knew it! They were the smugglers!
The ship looked like an S-class pod with its rounded surface and phased out thrusters underneath. A salvaged craft then, and one that showed hints of wear and tear. That was probably why they hadn't left Earth after spreading the drug, L thought to himself. Their ship didn't look like it could breach the atmosphere.
With a grin and a quick "Yosh" to himself, L pulled out his nunchucks from the sheath on his legs. He'd catch these criminals, bring justice down on them and prove himself a worthy agent for the MIB!
Knocking the crates down to distract the men, he rushed out and sent his chucks flying. A hit here, a crack there, and the men were down.
Except they weren't men. L quickly sprayed the stun gas developed for various alien nervous systems over the two and stepped back. Soon, the bodies were writhing, skin turning a light blue and strange appendages growing out.

Gaara could hear a commotion just outside the door of his small prison. It sounded like lots of banging and yelling. He hissed angrily and began to pace in a short line back and forth across the only exit of the miserable hole they’d locked him in.
He could feel the fur of his tail puffing up in reaction to his antsy, irritated mood. He’d been kidnapped from the capital of Suna, right off of royal grounds by strangers in masks just over a month ago. As a member of the royal Sabaku line, Gaara knew that he was considered valuable. He expected to be held for ransom, but instead he’d found himself being carted off planet.
At random times, the kidnappers would come into his room and take blood from him, locks of hair from his head and tail, his spit, and even a sample of his skin at one point. He’d fought back viciously enough that they hadn’t tried that twice. He was fairly sure that they’d landed the ship somewhere new about a week ago, but he wasn’t allowed enough freedom to confirm it. However, he could tell that the air felt different wherever they’d taken him, and he was just a fraction lighter on his feet, suggesting that this planet was a bit smaller than Suna.
Gaara’s thickly furred ears twitched as he heard another crash from outside, followed by more yelling. He clicked the two tips of his forked tongue against his teeth, talking to himself in irritation. When would they just open the door already? Were they trying to intimidate him with all this noise, or was there some sort of fight going on?
A sudden silence rang through his ears, making him pause his feet in front of the door. When he still didn’t hear anything for a few moments, he ran forward and began to bang on the door, hissing and clicking insults at his captors. What the hell was going on?!
The sharp bangs brought L's head up sharply and his body tensing through the adrenaline rush it was in. Thick brows furrowing, he pulled out two small metal balls and threw one at each of the men on the ground. The balls unfolded as soon as they hit skin, tiny rope-like appendages slithering out rapidly and wrapping tightly around the two men's bodies.
With the smugglers now held in place, L headed over to the ship and jerked back when he heard another bang from inside. There was also a faint...hissing interjected by clicks. Were there more of the smugglers inside?
L pulled out a thin rod from the hidden pocket inside his suit sleeve. It elongated and thickened into a metal staff. They only briefed him on what kind of aliens to expect on this mission. Admittedly, he hadn't paid enough attention when he'd studied the alien database (which he'd added a hundred kicks in his training for).
The door mechanism was smooth without any visible panels to activate it. Thinking quickly, L picked up one of the bound aliens and pressed his face against the door. "I am sorry for the discomfort," he told the unconscious alien before letting him slide back down on the floor.
Sure enough the door slid open with a hiss. Genetic pods were common after a new ship company opened in wealthy Hrakr, which was only about 5 mega-light years away. Adjusting his black coat around him, L ducked inside the ship and blinked at the artificial lights. It was a lot bigger inside than its exterior. Immediately inside was a raised ramp leading to the small control deck. But the banging sounds didn't come from there...
Round black eyes swiveled towards a glass room welded into the left side of the ship, widening at the... creature he saw inside.
Gaara scowled and paused his banging as someone new stepped through the door. He glared daggers at the person before him, not the least bit pleased by what he was seeing. As a member of the royal family, he was expected to recognize the majority of known alien species throughout the universe. While he’d only gotten a third of the way through the list so far, he knew what he was seeing.
A human. Humans were classified as being a very primitive, under evolved race. They were the rejects of the universe, and their planet was used as a home for aliens who had nowhere else to go. Humans were extremely rare to find off their home planet, so Gaara felt it safe to assume that he was on planet Earth now.
He hissed angrily and felt his large pupils narrow when the human’s gaze roved up and down his barely clothed body. All his captors had supplied him with was a scrap of fabric to cover his genitals, leaving the rest of his light blue skin bare. His tail twitched in irritation at the stupid gaping of the human’s mouth. The creature was obviously a dimwit.
Gaara tapped on the glass and clicked quickly, gesturing to the small panel at the far edge of the glass door. The human appeared unintelligent, but maybe he could still be of use.
L felt his mouth go dry and cheeks turn red as he realized that the creature was barely clothed. Alien he corrected himself. That dark gaze thrown his way spoke of danger and a highly intelligent mind.
This one was similar to those outside with his blue skin but with some differences-- perhaps he hadn't waited long enough for them to revert to their true selves yet. The long thing he'd taken as some strange clothing was actually a tail and those things on top of the alien's head were alive. 'He looks half-animal.' The thought flashed in his mind as he shook himself out of the initial shock and approached the glass cage.
"Please stay calm. I am here to help you," he said, confidence returning to his voice as he headed over to the panel the alien was gesturing at. Surely this one wouldn't be locked up if he was working together with the smugglers. And he was confident he'd be able to restrain him if he was feral.
The panel had various buttons. A combination lock? He studied the array and stepped back with a nod. The panel was made of the same genetic material like the door. He'd have to use other means. "Stand back!" he warned the alien before adjusting a dial on the end of his staff and heaved it above his head. With a short cry, he rammed it into the panel where it emitted jolts of electricity, short circuiting the synthetic nerve bundles that were the core of these kind of panels.
Gaara hissed in impatience as the human spoke to him in that primitive excuse of a language. He managed to keep from insulting the man out loud however, when he began moving toward the panel. So humans aren’t entirely incompetent, Gaara mused as the man began to examine the lock.
Gaara immediately changed his mind when the man urged him to back away, and then raised a club-like device above his head and brought it down upon the lock with a loud, useless yell of effort. It reminded the alien of briefly of kits that slam their fists against toys that don’t function the way they want.
The ends seemed to justify the means, however, when the door shuddered once and opened halfway. Gaara immediately sprung from his cell, dashing past the human as he darted for the exit. He wasn’t waiting around here! He would find his own way off this planet.
"Wait!" Agent L's training kicked in the moment the alien slipped out of the cell. Leaving the staff where it was, he went running after the alien only a second later. His legs pumped mechanically, faster, faster with all the benefits of his speed training and the life he had before becoming an agent.
The alien's tail was waving behind it-- behind him and gave L something to keep his eyes on as they exited the ship and went past the two bound bodies. But with the alien running like that, it sent his tail bobbing up and down, giving L a good view of his backside and the curve of his ass.
Cheeks exploding into twin red spots, L fought against the urge to shut his eyes and doubled his efforts instead. There was an open space between the boxes just in front of them. Taking his chance, L leaped on the running form, immediately wrapping his arms around the alien and rolling them over so his body would hit the floor first. Pain shot up his shoulder and made him hiss but his arms remained strong around the alien as they rolled on the ground.
"You are safe now! Please do not fight me!" he managed to say as he put his weight onto the alien once he had him on his back, pinning him in place.
Gaara began to hiss angrily, louder than ever when he felt the human’s arms wrap around him and drag him down. The air rushed from his body as he hit the ground. The body that landed underneath his was stronger than he’d anticipated, and he felt himself forced onto his back with his hands above his head.
“I don’t feel ssssafe!” Gaara snarled at the human in the dimwit’s native language. As primitive and repugnant as the human species was, he’d still been taught to speak their language along with hundreds more. “Releasssse me!”
Gaara had just started to jerk at the hands binding his wrists when he paused. That scent… Gaara felt his pupils dilate rapidly and his nose twitched as he inhaled deeply. This human smelled good.
Gaara leaned up quickly and ran both sides of his forked tongue across the plane of the human’s cheek, testing his theory. His breath hitched and he felt himself reacting beneath the small scrap of cloth his captors had given him. It seemed that this human would make a good mate.
“What’ssss your name?” Gaara hissed softly.
The hissing was disconcerting despite having heard the various accents and languages spoken at the MIB headquarters and the few times Agent L visited the transport bay. He kept his hands tight against the alien's hands but was careful not to squeeze too hard.
With the squirming body underneath him, L had to hook his legs around the alien's just to keep from being thrown off. He pushed away all thoughts of just how little covering there was on the alien. The blue tinged skin was soft even under his grip and he couldn't see a single blemish on him. Of course, when he referred to him, he was going by the deep timbre of the alien's voice and his flat chest. This one could have many sexes, or could even have no perceivable gender according to human standards.
"If you promise not to run, I will-- awahh?"
Whatever thoughts he had vanished as his brain struggled to catch up with the fact that the alien had just [i]licked[/i] him. With a forked tongue. And looked like he liked his taste.
Face flaring up, L opened his mouth then shut it. He could feel something poking him below that definitely felt male. This was...what the hell was he supposed to do?! None of the alien's he'd met ever licked him. He was a rookie on his first mission. How would Agent N handle this... oh.
Suddenly schooling his features, Agent L recited automatically. "I am Agent L of the MIB, the most youthful elite group on Earth that handles all manner of otherworldly disturbances! There is nothing more to fear now that you are under our care! I do not like restraining you like this, but I am sorry to say we cannot allow you to explore this world without identification and proper documentation."
Gaara chose to ignore his mate’s ramblings and proceed to rub against him instead, grinding his hips upward. The way the man’s face changed color was utterly fascinating. He’d never seen that shade of red on his home planet before. Gaara silently wondered what other colors his new mate would turn in the right circumstances.
“Agent L? I will have to tink of ssssometing better to call you. What would you like to hear me sssshout while you are taking me?” Gaara asked, leaning forward and inhaling deeply. Damn, he’d heard about sexual bonding before, but he’d never imagined that it would be like this. He felt like there was a vaporous drug emanating from the human on top of him, and he was quickly becoming addicted to it.
All members of the royal family have a special genetic trait that is meant to help continue the royal bloodline. Whenever royalty would come across someone who could handle them sexually, they would be overwhelmed by extreme hormones, making them horny as hell. While the gene was meant to further the bloodline, it wasn’t unheard of for someone to be affected by a member of the same sex.
The lump on his throat bobbed as Agent L swallowed hard. Oh god... The alien was rubbing against him and he could feel how hard he was already despite the suit pants he had on. If he'd been flushed earlier, he was now tomato red. "I-...Taking you?" he repeated, his body much better at handling the circumstance with the sudden rush of mixed arousal and tension as the alien leaned in.
Why did it sound like a good idea?
Gaara felt himself smirk in satisfaction when he heard his words repeated back to him. Human tones were strange and difficult to decipher, but the lack of coherency in his mate’s voice was fairly obvious.
Lee’s brain must have stopped functioning again because in a detached way, he observed that the alien had no eyebrows. It made the alien's eyes stand out even more. Idly, he wondered if that was eyeliner darkening the alien's eyes or if they were naturally dark. Like an animal with dark fur or marks around their face. And those ears-
"We don't molest our captives, Agent L." The sharp voice cut through L's thoughts as his head snapped and a flush rushed up his neck. His partner was leaning against one of the crates, panting and looking quite disheveled as if he'd been in a fight.
Guilt rushed through L as he realized he must have left N to deal with any other smuggler hiding in the warehouse. "I am sorry N! I promise I will not leave you behind again!" he said, still poised over the alien.
N's pale eyes went from L to the alien under him who didn't exactly look like he was struggling against L rather than towards him. "Is this the last of them?" He recognized the Jinchuuriki from what little record they had about the race. He hadn’t known they could have such striking features though. The few pictures they’d been able to get, as well as the smugglers they’d been following, showed Jinchuuriki with dark brown hair and black eyes.
Gaara turned his face to glare at the second human when he arrived, not pleased with the interruption. Gaara curled possessively into his mate, clicking angrily at ‘Agent N’, to show him that L was no longer available.
“We’re bussssy,” Gaara hissed at the newcomer. “And I don’t count as a captive if I come willingly. He can molesssst me if he wantssss to.”
While N only stared at the alien for that, L had begun to babble. "I am not molesting him! He is not one of the smugglers, N, he is their captive! I would never act-"
"Fine." From the way the alien was acting, it seemed like he had been given more than a little dose of the drug they’d been tracking down. Agent N sighed, bypassing the two on the floor for now to check on the other bound aliens. He had to give his partner credit. They were both out cold with barely a scratch on L. Between the two of them, N was the better shot but L made up for his lack of shooting proficiency by being deadly in hand to hand combat. This was the first time that ability was used on aliens though.
Meanwhile, L had released his grip on the alien even though the way he was curled up against him had L sliding an arm under the alien's torso to support him as he pushed himself up. The momentary lapse in his thought processes had passed now that his partner was here.
"I am sorry," he said, pulling the alien up with him despite the redness of his cheeks. Right. Mission first. "Will you truly come willingly with us? I do not want to tie you up if it is not necessary. What is your name?"
“Ssssabaku no Gaara, ssssecond princcce of Ssssuna,” Gaara hissed low, clinging close to his mate. He introduced himself with his title more in hopes of impressing agent L rather than anything else. He didn’t particularly care for his royal blood, but he knew that some might find it appealing. “I’ll come willingly, but you can sssstill tie me up if you want. Bondage can be fun.”
At this point, the hormones in Gaara’s system had entirely invaded his thought process, making it nearly impossible for him to think of anything besides getting his mate naked. Even as he spoke, his erection was growing. When a royal was faced with his sexual match, his genitalia was prone to taking on whatever size his potential mate could handle. Apparently, Lee could manage a large length. Gaara began to play with his mate’s tie, giving it an experimental tug to pull the human’s face closer to his.
Sabaku no Gaara... Agent L was actually more preoccupied with wondering which one was the alien's first name. Was it similar to some cultures on Earth where last names came first? The title didn't mean much except that this...Gaara, he decided, needed to be protected even more. His position gave one reason for his captivity, but that didn't explain why he was in a ship where smugglers were dealing with drugs.
...Wait. Had Gaara just agreed to bondage?
L cleared his throat, looking extremely uncomfortable with his tie being tugged and his face inches away from Gaara's. It didn't help that his blood was pumping in his ears at the things Gaara was saying. The Suna prince was attractive. Very attractive, he thought as he finally got a good look at his whole body. Pale skin tinged blue stretched over a healthy frame. Gaara was shorter than he was but looked like he could handle himself. L couldn't keep his eyes from running down the alien's body, noticing the lack of a bellybutton and the prominent erection that had started to press against the strip of cloth over the alien's groin.
His hands went to Gaara's hips, holding him in place as his body fought to pull Gaara against him while his mind reeled. There was one thing nagging at him... why was Gaara with the smugglers?
"Prince Gaara, were you given anything while you were captured?" he questioned, licking his dry lips at their proximity. "Who were those who locked you in that glass room?"
“Given anyting? Tey didn’t drug me. Don’t know who tey are. Tey took me from Ssssuna little over a mont ago. If anyting, tey’ve been taking tings from me, like blood and hair.” Gaara grinned at the feel of Lee’s strong, calloused hands on the bare skin of his hips, and couldn’t help wriggling them in his mate’s grip.
Gaara used the close proximity to examine his mate. L’s brows had some sort of strange fur covering them. Gaara briefly wondered if it was because his face became cold. One glance at agent N told him that it was a trait of his race, and not just a personal thing. Gaara’s eyes widened as L’s tongue flicked out to lick his lips, and he noted with fascination that it wasn’t forked. It was only one wide stretch of muscle. How erotic.
Gaara tugged harder on the tie, determined to kiss his mate and give him a similar (if not less potent) dose of the hormones that was coursing through his veins. He was already tired of this short game of cat and mouse, and wanted to have the man inside him already.
Agent L visibly shivered as Gaara wriggled his hips in his hold. Even without the same rush of hormones, L was still a man who could be easily aroused. He tried to focus on what Gaara said, about his abduction, about what the men did to him. Why would they do that? Wasn't Gaara one of their race?
He grunted as Gaara's tug tightened the tie around his neck. This close, he could see the light blue of Gaara's eyes-- impossibly centered by a white iris. With that blood red hair, darker along the fur of his ears and tail, he was truly beautiful. Much better than the insect-like aliens they usually had visiting Earth anyway.
"I'll have these two transported to our base." Agent N's voice once again interrupted them as he walked towards the pair with L's staff in his hand. His pale eyes regarded them for a moment. Then he pulled out his sunglasses and put them on. "Since this is your first mission, you can handle the paperwork and lodging assignment for Sabaku no Gaara." Oh yes, he'd heard and seen everything that happened between the two. And this was payback for L leaving him to fight not two, not three, but five aliens by himself.
Besides, this alien looked like he wanted to devour Agent L, who seemed like he wouldn't mind it so much. They’d have Gaara inspected at the base for traces of the drug even if he claimed he wasn’t given anything.
"Y-Yosh!" L raised his thumb and grinned at his partner, one hand moving to Gaara's grip on his tie and fastened there. "Ah, please let go of my tie, Prince Gaara. You are choking me," he said, keeping a friendly tone despite the pounding in his chest and the heat on his face.
The little grunting or gasping noises that L was making under his breath were utterly fascinating to Gaara. Back home, he rarely heard other people’s voices. Everyone spoke in clicks and hisses, only using their voices when they needed to be particularly loud or enunciate certain long words. If his species used their voice too much, their throats grew sore fairly quick and made talking nearly impossible. He wondered how long it would be until that hit him.
Gaara hissed in irritation when he was prompted to release his mate’s tie, but he complied when L mentioned that he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t back away though, choosing to remain within the agent’s personal space. He examined the quick pulse visible on his throat. The red color on his face seemed to be deepening, too. Gaara wondered idly if the change in skin color was a trick that could be taught. It would really impress everyone back on Suna if he were to suddenly turn red.
“My lodging? Can’t I sssstay with you? We could sssshare a nesssst…” Gaara suggested, licking his upper and lower lip at the same time by spreading either fork of his tongue.
With Gaara keeping his hands to himself so to speak, Agent L let out a sigh of relief only to stare in shock at the little trick Gaara did with his tongue. The many ways such a unique tongue could be put to use flashed in his imagination and none of them helped the half-aroused state he was in. The day of his first mission for the MIB was not the best time to find out that he could get hot and bothered over an alien. Even if that alien was the one making all the suggestions.
"My home would not be suitable according to our regulations," he said apologetically, voice grown husky as he tried to divert his thoughts. Why was Gaara so keen on him? If he wasn't on the drug, it didn't make sense for him to act like this. Not that he disliked the attention completely, but he would not take advantage of anyone after they’d just been released from captivity. His hand let go of Gaara's as he stepped back again to regain a little of his personal space back. "I will do my best to ensure you are treated well!"
"You'll be provided with all your necessities at the base," N told Gaara, pushing L's staff back into his partner’s hand with a curt nod before heading out to meet the backup he'd called. He trusted L could handle Gaara by himself.
A quick tap to the floor and the staff shrunk back into a portable size which L slipped into a pants pocket instead of his sleeve. Stepping back, he shrugged off his coat. It was insufficient cover for Gaara but but L couldn't just leave the alien with just a cloth covering his body. Especially not when the cloth was really doing nothing to hide his erection now. It would do until they'd made it back to headquarters.
"Here." He wrapped the coat around Gaara's shoulders. "Do not worry, Prince Gaara, we will not let what they did to you go unpunished!" He held up a fist in determination.
Gaara pulled the black coat closer around his shoulders, inhaling L’s intoxicating scent deeply. It was still warm, and the smell was making his head a bit dizzy. He hadn’t had much time to notice after his initial escape, but this planet was colder than Suna. The warmth of the coat was much appreciated, but Gaara would much rather have preferred that L kept him warm with his body.
“I don’t care about tem," Gaara said. He clung tightly to L’s arm and leaned close, hissing in his ear as he spoke. “If you need to take me to your basssse, let’ssss go now. If you do not want me in your nesssst, you can join me in mine.”
With his coat gone, L was left in the standard long-sleeved undershirt and a vest made of titanuim-D-- a unique metal-silicon combination confiscated from a Jutgut selling weapons and armor to criminals in New York. The material was slowly being circulated among the defense departments around the world, with the patent linked to a dummy corporation owned by the MIB. Even if they weren't funded by any government, they made more than enough to support their organization.
Thick brows arched down as Lee glanced at the door in hopes that N would return. As attractive as Gaara was, they had to get him to the base quickly before anyone caught sight of him. And before he ended up agreeing to the Suna Prince's proposals!
"That is kind of you but-"
A beep from his radio caught his attention. Backup was here-- they could leave now. Glancing at Gaara's state, he flushed at the sight of the alien's erection. He wouldn't be able to walk properly with that big bulge between his legs. There was one thing left to do.
"I will need to carry you to the car," he said, in one move hoisting the alien in his arms. Gaara was lighter than he'd expected. "Yosh! Let us go!" He hurried to the entrance and tried not to think of the hot and incredibly horny alien he had in his arms.
Gaara’s eyes bulged and then he made a deep, slow rattle in the far back of his throat in pleasure as he was lifted. His mate was strong! The sound he made in reaction was similar to a purr, but slower and not as smooth. It was a sound like a rattle snake’s tail, and could be used as a sign of warning or pleasure, depending on the circumstances.
Gaara wrapped his arms around his mate’s shoulders and leaned up to nuzzle his neck. He rubbed L’s strong, flexed chest as he walked, and teased his peculiar naked ear with his tongue. L was extremely gentle with him, but Gaara found himself being jostled or readjusted on occasion, causing his mate to unintentionally press the prince’s erection against his body. Each time it happened, Gaara found himself pulling closer and hissing in delight.
L on the other hand, was doing his best to ignore the pleased sounds Gaara was making. That rattling noise was weird and had his neck hairs standing up, but he guessed that it only meant Gaara was enjoying every time his feet pounded on the floor and something hard pressed against his chest.
By the time he was at the back entrance of the warehouse, he was flushed and had a thin sheen of sweat along his neck, mouth slightly parted from soft pants that weren't caused by running.
N was waiting behind the wheel with the backseat door held open for him. His partner jerked a thumb behind him. "Get in."
Nodding vigorously, L quickly made his way to the car and slid into the backseat. He pulled the door shut with a bang and they were off. Glancing behind him, L could see another team already dragging out the aliens N had shot down and stunned. A successful mission all in all despite going beyond orders.
"Prince Gaara? You can let go of me now," he said.
Gaara chose not to let go, preferring to stay curled up in his mate’s warm lap. He pulled himself higher and slid his long fingers through L’s dark hair, messing up his previously immaculate bowl cut. Now they were together in the small and closed off space of the car, his mate’s vaporous scent was stronger than ever. It was overwhelming all his other senses, making Gaara forget just about everything else around him. His ears flattened into his hair, and the fur of his tail was bristling to nearly four times its normal size.
“You ssssmell sssso good…” Gaara hissed delightedly. He suddenly gripped the hair in his hands hard as his pupils dilated so widely that the blue of his irises was nearly invisible. He quickly sat up and moved so that he was straddling L’s lap. His most primal instincts began to kick in as he rubbed heatedly against his mate and took in his scent with deep, desperate breaths. “I’ll make you feel assss good assss I do…”
He leaned forward without warning and latched his mouth onto his mate’s, plunging his writhing forked tongue deep in L’s mouth and releasing the chemical that would cause L’s hormones to react similarly to Gaara’s.
L's eyes widened at the sight of Gaara's now white eyes. He almost looked like his partner like that, except that Agent N would never straddle his lap like this and rub against him. There was no room to evade Gaara's advances. He groaned low as his body began to respond, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face as he chanted to himself, 'Resist the alien. Resist the alien. Resist the--"
"Mmph!" L's hands fastened on Gaara's sides as he was kissed. The forked tongue was flicking against his own and the back of his throat, prompting him to swallow and unknowingly speed up his body's absorption of the chemical.
He forced them apart, brows meeting angrily at the sudden kiss. Gaara had only been insinuating and trying to get close to him before, but kissing was meant to be sacred! A precious thing shared between--- Oh.
L froze in place, his hands tightening around Gaara's sides. There was something coursing through his veins; heat flaring in his body and rushing down between his legs. It was suddenly so much hotter inside the car. His black eyes seemed to enlarge the same way Gaara's pupils had.
Now L was looking at Gaara with renewed interest, lips stretched as he began to breathe through his mouth deeply. "What...did you...do to me..." he growled, yanking Gaara against him and fastening his mouth against the alien's without waiting for an answer. A shudder went through his body as he took in another dose of the chemical.
At the noises behind him, Agent N glanced at the rearview mirror and whirled around. "What the hell are you doing, L?!" he cursed as he glanced back in front and took the right turn that would bring them to one of the tunnel entrances to the MIB base. Gaara could be excused for being drugged, but L was manhandling royalty!
Gaara watched in triumph when L’s outraged expression melted into something deeply passionate and wanting. Gaara felt scorched by the pure heat that radiated from his mate’s dark gaze. The rattling in Gaara’s throat deepened considerably as his mate man handled him, jerking him down to connect their mouths again.
The feel of his mate’s hands on him, finally reciprocating Gaara’s actions was exhilarating. He ground harder, rubbing almost frantically and pulling L’s hair whenever he would do something especially sinful with his erotic tongue.
“I… made you feel… good…” Gaara answered whenever he could separate their mouths for long enough to speak. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his mate’s groin growing and pressing up against his, and he decided to get rid of the next obstacle between them. He removed his hands from L’s hair and began to tear viciously at his clothing, ripping away the white shirt and unzipping the vest, but letting the tie remain. He moved for the belt next, pausing to rub at the enlarged hardness beneath it.
It felt so good! Too good. L's chest was heaving by the time his and Gaara's mouths parted. The part of him that could still think beyond the chemical's influence tried to understand what was happening, but it was so hard with Gaara moving in his lap. As his clothes were ripped and the alien moved to his lower body, L's face flushed darkly in arousal.
He arched up into Gaara's hand, eyes lidding with a harsh breath as his groin was rubbed. The heat gathered there intensified at the lightest touch. Even the fabric of his underwear had him twitching under it. He'd barely registered his partner's voice yelling at him to get a hold of himself as the car took on a downward incline towards the tunnels.
The sudden shift had L moving his arms around Gaara's waist to keep him in place, one hand fisting around the bushed tail unconsciously as he forced the other's body to keep grinding against his.
As the car slid into the parking area of the base, Agent N glanced back at the two and grit his teeth. L looked like he'd just taken one of those drugs laced with H-4u! The symptoms were there-- flushed skin, difficulty breathing through the nose, and increased libido. If anything, the mere fact that his polite, well-mannered partner was rubbing against an alien they'd just saved was proof enough.
And Gaara-- he must have been given more than a dosage despite his earlier claims.
Gaara tore the constraining scrap of fabric away from his groin and tossed it behind him, narrowly missing agent N’s head. Gaara was clothed only in L’s black coat now. The noises his mate was making were the most enthralling, erotic things he’d ever heard before. Gaara wondered in passing what other alien noises his mate would make. He hissed in pleasure when the car sailed down the incline, causing his mate to pull him closer.
Then L gripped his tail.
Gaara’s eyes squeezed shut and his body arched as he released a high pitched shriek nearly strong enough to burst eardrums, the loudest evidence of his voice he’d used yet. A Jinchuuriki’s tail was always extremely sensitive, but in a state of arousal it could become almost more stimulating than the actual act of sex. The mere feel of his mate’s hand wrapped around it sent a wave of pleasure like lighting up his spine, and ricocheting up his weeping length in waves. He was getting so close already, his instincts were going wild. L shifted his grip on Gaara’s tail, making the Jinchuuriki nearly blind with passion.
Gaara’s mouth snapped forward, attaching sharply to the junction between L’s neck and shoulder. He bit deeply, piercing the skin with both rows of teeth. He flicked either fork of his tongue across the wound, injecting more of the chemical directly into his mate’s bloodstream.
The shriek almost jolted L out of the lust-filled haze clouding his senses. His hands had moved against Gaara's skin, the one on the alien's tail twisting to the side. At that moment, he let out a hoarse yell as teeth sank into his skin and drew blood. His neck muscles tensed under the alien's mouth as he struggled to pull him off.
But strangely enough, after the initial rush of pain L's whole body suddenly began to hum. It felt like every nerve in his body had become linked to his groin. The slightest pressure to his hands and the warm tongue lapping at the wounds had him leaking pre-cum inside his underwear from the onslaught of pleasure. His eyes had slid up to stare at the dark felt covering the car's roof as his mouth fell open. Faint choking noises had replaced his cry while he stopped trying to pull Gaara off and instead began raking his blunt fingers down the alien's back. He could feel the prominent erection pressing against his groin and stomach, and the scent of arousal was driving him mad.
Ears ringing from Gaara's shriek, Agent N pulled out his gun and set it to 'stun'. This was as far as he'd let things proceed. L was hurt! He hated firing at his fellow agents no matter what the circumstance, but the way the two were clinging to each other, he doubted he'd be able to pull them apart. The sight of Gaara's large cock pressing up against L had him wishing someone else was this idiot's partner before he pulled the trigger twice. The gun fired two microbullets that injected the same stun compound L had thrown at the smugglers earlier.
"Send a medical team with two stretchers to the parking lot. We have one agent and a Jinchuuriki under the influence of the H-4u drug." N spoke into his radio as he kept an eye on the two.
L let out a grunt as the chemical substance from Gaara warred with the stun compound. He only managed to wrap his arms around the alien to keep him where he was before he fell unconscious.
Gaara hissed delightedly at the feeling his mate’s fingertips dragging down his back. His hips began moving of their own accord, dragging his erection up and down his mate’s stomach and groin desperately. He continued to lick and suck on the wound as he went. He wanted to overrule any pain he might be putting L in with the chemical, giving him a sexual high that he’d surely never experienced before.
He was rewarded for his efforts by the incoherent choking noises that tore from his mate’s throat. Gaara rattled louder now, feeling that they were both nearly ready to burst. Gaara started to slide his hand under the waistband of L’s pants when he felt something sharp sting his bare leg.
Gaara clicked his tongue in shock and jolted. Then he could feel a new substance coursing through his veins, attempting to tame the raging inferno of his libido. He felt his eyelids droop and his pupils begin to recede as his body fell unwillingly limp. He barely managed to note with an edge of satisfaction that his mate’s arms were still holding him close before everything went black, dragging him into the depths of unconsciousness.
*
The medical team had taken the two unconscious bodies to the medical ward of the base. Agent N ended up doing the paperwork himself and filed a report on Agent L's successful completion of the mission, albeit leaving his partner behind and taking things beyond the mission's objectives. In any case, he managed to save an alien from captivity and a Prince at that.
Gaara was placed in the guest quarters after being given a dose of a counter-medication developed to help flush out the H-4u drug. On the other hand, Agent L was required to report to the Chief after waking up and receiving a similar shot. He’d been given another suit to replace the one Gaara ripped apart.
Groggily standing to attention in the Chief's office, L simply nodded as Chief Zed decided that saving the Prince's life was more important than following protocol in this case. His mind was elsewhere. Namely on the Prince himself. As soon as he was dismissed, he immediately headed to the residential area their alien visitors were placed in.
L didn't understand why he couldn't keep his mind off of Gaara. The Prince had been drugged, and he'd probably taken a dosage from the exchange in saliva, he reasoned. But that didn't explain why his body was still flushed and yearning to have Gaara's hands all over him again. And that tongue.... He shook his head and blinked rapidly. No, he just wanted to see if the alien was all right.
"Agent L! I heard about what happened. Good job on your first mission," one of the bug-like aliens who helped around the base greeted as he passed by it. What were they called again? Oh yeah, worms.
Giving the worm a grin despite the sweat on his brow, L flashed it a thumbs up. "I was only doing my duty! I am proud to be a member of the MIB. DoyouknowwherePrinceGaarais?" he stared eagerly at the alien.
Antennae twitching, the alien scratched at its head. Agent L was coming to be known as an eccentric but good agent, but he looked a little sick right now. 'Aww what the heck.' It thought before pointing to one of the rooms. The guy was probably worried about this prince dude. "He's in there but I wouldn't go in if I were you. Heard he's still recovering."
"Thank you, my fellow member of this youthful base! I only wish to see if Prince Gaara is well." Agent L was already heading towards the room after giving another thumbs up.
Shaking its head, the alien went on to clean the floors of the hall. They recruited stranger and stranger agents these days.
Agent L wasted no time knocking at the door. "Prince Gaara?" he called.
Gaara hissed as he slowly woke from unconsciousness. His whole body felt limp and overrun to the bone. His head swam, most likely from whatever alien drug they’d injected him with to knock him unconscious, or maybe even something after. He was extremely disoriented, from the minor difference in gravity that Earth had on top of the alien drugs. It was several moments before he could figure out where his hands and feet were located on his body.
Gaara noted with an unhappy wrinkle of his nose that he’d been dressed while he was knocked out. They’d also placed him on the strangest excuse of a nest he’d ever seen, covered in layers of cloth. He didn’t like the idea of repugnant human hands on his body. Unless, of course, those hands belonged to… Gaara’s mind was blank for two solid heartbeats before he sharply recalled the full line of events right before everything had gone black. He hissed and sat up, making his vision swim with the suddenness of his movements as he scanned the room for his mate.
L was nowhere to be seen, the Jinchuuriki noted with dissatisfaction. He’d been separated from his human! Gaara rattled deep in his throat, feeling far from pleased. But at the same time, he could appreciate some time to clear his head. He’d heard about sexual bonding ages ago, but he’d never experienced it for himself before. His sister had felt it for a surprisingly lazy palace worker, and his brother seemed to feel a minor dose of it for nearly every female that crossed his path, with few exceptions.
But he had never, ever heard of anyone feeling it to the same extent that he had, and never for someone of a different species!
It was unnerving, to say the least. But, that didn’t stop him from wanting to find his mate again and continue where they’d left off.
Gaara’s head snapped around as he heard a knocking at the door, followed by the voice of the man currently haunting his thoughts. He clicked out a quick reply, briefly forgetting to speak the human’s language, and stood from the bed. He moved slowly, still feeling a bit dizzy and unstable on his feet as he approached the door.
He stared down at the human mechanism meant for opening the door for a few seconds in confusion before he realized how it worked. All he needed to do was turn the metal part. How primitive.
He turned the handle and pulled open the door, leaning on it slightly as he took in the sight of his mate. He appeared to be dressed in a new suit, and seemed a bit unsure of himself, if his stance was anything to judge.
The single click had L inhaling sharply. While he'd been eager to see how Gaara was doing (out of concern, he reminded himself), the sound brought back the memory of the alien's arousal rubbing against his and the drug-induced bout of passion shared between them. The prince was a Jinchuuriki, as he now knew. They had very little information on the alien race given that the only aliens who'd visited Earth from there were the smugglers and now Gaara. L hoped they weren't a vindictive race for what he'd almost done to their second prince.
He'd been prepared to apologize for his behavior but his voice died at his throat as the door opened. Gaara was just as beautiful as he'd remembered from earlier, and the thin hospital clothes placed on him did little to hide his form as he leaned against the door. He swallowed before smiling at Gaara as his thoughts treacherously whispered at the sexy pose the alien was striking right now. "Hello! How are you feeling?" he managed to say.
God, just being near the alien was arousing him again! The medications should have flushed out any dosage he'd have swallowed earlier. He shuffled uncomfortably at the intense gaze the alien was throwing his way. He’d been caught in those light blue eyes back at the warehouse and in the car. He wanted to stare into them while feeling that soft skin once more. ...And those were bad thoughts. Very bad thoughts.
Gaara watched L shift uncomfortably for a few seconds before answering, noting with fascination the way the man seemed to squirm in place. He briefly wondered why his mate wasn’t throwing himself at the prince. If Gaara remembered correctly, he’d given the man an extremely large dose of the chemical. It was meant to last for hours, if not days. How much time had passed?
“I’m feeling… a ssssmall bit dizzy,” Gaara admitted. As much as he wanted to continue what they’d been doing before, he needed to straighten out what they’d done to his body while he’d been asleep. After that, he could strip L of the suit and drag him back to that miserable excuse of a nest and dose him again. In the meantime, he tried not to breathe too deeply and inhale too much of L’s intoxicating scent. It wasn’t easy though, with that alluring aroma permeating the air around them both.
“What happened? Where are we?” Gaara asked.
A shuddering breath escaped the agent's mouth as he heard the drawn out 's'. His tongue, L's mind supplied. The forked tongue gave Gaara an accent that sounded extremely sexy right now. What that tongue had done to his mouth earlier... L's arm moved to the door frame as he leaned closer. From the proximity, the dilated state of his eyes would be visible.
L wiped a hand across his brow, messing up the straight cut of his bangs. He'd begun to sweat again. "Do not worry, you are safe like I promised. We are at the Men In Black headquarters." He said. "After we..." Their bodies rubbing against each other frantically as Gaara's deep purring reverberated against his chest. His cheeks gained a flush at the memory, hand clenching against the door frame. "Both of us were given a shot to counter the drugs those smugglers were distributing. We should not be feeling the effects of the drug anymore. And the medication's side effects will not last long either..."
As if his words triggered it, a sudden jolt of pleasure ran from the base of his cock down his length and around his balls. L's hand shot out to steady himself against the door, torso hunching slightly as he shivered in place. What was happening to him? With his weight against the door, he'd pushed the opening wider and was now staring down at Gaara with the same heated eyes he'd had in the car. Standing like this, his height advantage was more pronounced. He was a good head taller than the alien and that fact sent another rush of arousal through him.
"Fuck..." he hissed, the word escaping his lips. He normally restrained himself from cursing but it was getting hard to think again. He had to leave now!
L wouldn't know it, but the chemical Gaara had secreted into his bloodstream had only been temporarily subdued by the medications given to him at the clinic. It was much stronger in its raw form. And with Gaara right in front of him-- the source of his arousal --the chemical was thrumming in his veins once more.
A slow, predator like grin began to spread across Gaara’s lips as he observed his mate falling apart at the seams, and the arousing scent of the man began to permeate the air even more thickly than before. It seemed that L had simply managed to suppress Gaara’s injection before now, but that was fading fast. All the signs were there; dilated pupils, the uncontrollable shivers and sweating, the incoherency, and above all, the look that L was giving him.
It only now suddenly occurred to Gaara that humans most likely wouldn’t know about the little genes that Jinchuuriki royals possessed. This man probably didn’t understand what was happening to him. Gaara felt his own pupils begin to dilate as he leaned forward and inhaled delightedly, entirely willing to take advantage of his mate’s ignorance.
“You do not look well. Come insssside, lay down on my nesssst. I’ll take care of you…” Gaara gripped the man’s arm before he could refuse and began to pull him past the door, kicking it closed behind him.
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