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Lee’s back hit the bed, engulfing him in their nest. The familiar, comforting scent surrounded him. Gaara followed after him, his eyes aglow in the low light, expression hungry.
They were both still partially adorned adorned from the ceremony, an eclectic mix of makeup and henna and earrings remaining. A trail of shed clothing marked their trail from the door to the bed. Only moonlight lit the room, casting their skin in ethereal silver.
Outside their window, Gaara and Lee could hear the festivites continue on without them. The The muffled sounds of music and laughter still filled the night air, Suna’s revelry continuing. Their wedding had been long, and they’d been up since dawn getting ready. Gaara was still accustomed to such lack of sleep, but he had read the tell tale signs of Lee flagging after an emotion heavy, long day, and Gaara wasn’t finished with him yet.
Rose petals littered the ground and had been summarily crushed under foot in the happy couple’s eagerness. Someone had lit the incense burner in their chambers, filling the air with heady smoke, probably the kind designed to spur them into their seasons. Gaara needed no type of chemical excitement, his blood burning in his veins. He’d been keyed up since they’d woke up here this morning, just knowing that this was the day Lee was going to be his.
He’d been Gaara’s since they’d met, in Gaara’s mind, in some way, but today it had been official. The whole world would have to acknowledge it now, with this evening being the final piece in the solidification of their union. Though he’d nibbled and bruised Lee, left indents of his teeth in the thick muscles of the other man’s thighs and pecs, in his ass and biceps, finally tonight Gaara would bond him.
He straddled his partner, his bony knees sinking into the thick cushion of the bed. Lee’s hand’s stroked Gaara’s thighs softly, looking up at him with his enormous dark eyes. He’d been obediently bared under the light of the moon, and miles of tanned skin and scarred flesh stretched out beneath Gaara. Gaara leaned down to kiss him, sliding their lips together gently.
It was impossible to get tired of kissing Lee, Gaara thought. He would get to do it for the rest of his life, and be utterly, worshipfully grateful for the opportunity. He could feel Lee smiling against his mouth, even as he licked into it, tasting spice of the banquet on his tongue. It was impossible for Gaara to not also smile into the kiss, completely at peace, all stress having melted away.
Their love was like this. It was the nervous sweaty hand holding and awkward, eyes wide open, nose bumping first kiss. Quiet, tender nights where Gaara shook in Lee’s arms, haunted by the spectres of war and ghosts of his childhood. Where he massaged camphor balm into Lee’s aching muscles and ridges of scars, tears in his eyes even know as Gaara beheld the damage he had so cruelly wrought on the other man’s body. It was Lee’s loud, determined confession that everyone in the Kazekage’s office had heard, and the unbridled, happy tears that had streamed down his face earlier, during their wedding.
Their bare skin pressed together, as their mouths moved together. Gaara could feel the thud of Lee’s heartbeat beneath his skin, could practically feel the heat in his blood. Lee’s arousal was stiffening between them, and his happy, turned on pheromones were filling the air. Gaara allowed his own to mingle with Lee’s the scent of combining headily in the air. Perhaps the incense curling through the air sparked the gunpowder in Gaara’s blood, blazing aflame, as his kisses grew hungry and desperate.
Lee gasped as Gaara bit down on his bottom lip, some of the animalistic traits he’d gained from the Tanuki had never faded.. A spot of crimson blood welled there, and Gaara saw, reflected in Lee’s eyes as his own dilated at the sight of it. He felt it, Lee’s cock hardening against his ass, as well as smelled it, the lush green scent of Lee’s pheromones darkening with his lust.
Gaara and Lee are the first couple of Suna now, a special rank Jounin and the youngest Kage ever, respectively. Their relationship is full of the sugar sweet and soft that comes from the heart of an earnest romantic like Lee. But their first meeting had not been rose petals and the watery light of a full moon- it had been animal, blood and ozone, the intent to kill written in their every movements. It had lit something in both of them, that they had never truly managed to shake. Lee still bore the scars of Gaara’s sand coffin, and even though the demon had long since been extracted, sometimes, a part of Gaara still hungered.
If it had been Gaara’s starvation for love that had lead him to sink his claws into the skinny boy in the jumpsuit back then it is now his addiction to it that has him tearing into Lee once again.
Their kisses evolve from that first, sharp nip, growing more open mouthed and slick, their breathes panted into one another’s lungs. Lee’s hands move up Gaara’s thighs to encircle his bony hips, pulling the smaller man down against him. Gaara’s hungry lips slid from his partner’s, pressing molten kisses up his jawbone and nipping at his ear. He sank his teeth into the muscle of his neck, sucking hard and imagining the lurid purple bruise it would, and exciting a gasp out of his husband. Gaara’s smile pressed against the skin, soothing the mark there.
Husband. Gaara had a husband now. And soon, he would have a mate. He licked and bit his way down the strong column of Lee’s neck, reveling in the little sighs of pleasure escaping from the other man’s mouth, drinking down the pheromones exuding his lust. He nipped hard at Lee’s collar bone. The hands on Gaara’s waist squeezed in instinct and Gaara grins. It takes every ounce of strength in his body, but he pulls himself away, pushing up to look at Lee, nose to nose.
Lee’s big dark eyes looked up at him. Gaara loves to be at the center of Lee’s attention, to be the object of his desire. His adoration is clear on his face, his dazed smile soft and affectionate. Gaara can’t resist nipping another little kiss right on his lips, pulling away as Lee tries to follow him for more.
“No,” Gaara admonishes softly, the first words to break through the cacophany of pleased sighs and the slick sounds of their mouths moving together. Lee freezed instantly, lowering his head back to the bed. He recognizes the note of dark steel in the other man’s tone, and falls into his role obediently. Gaara stroked a hand over his hair, admiring the handsome lines of his jaw. “Good boy,” He whispers, and he can see the heat rush to Lee’s face, feel the impact his words have, Lee’s erection twitching against his ass, his eyes dilating. Gaara shifts his hips minutely, allowing Lee to feel the wetness seeping from Gaara’s entrance, smearing it on the hard line of his abs. Pleasure frissons through him as he slides himself against them, and he loses himself for a moment, aching for stimulation, starting to grind the puffy, drooling rim of his hole against the ridges. His cock is hard and leaking against Lee.
Gaara’a husband whines under him, but stays perfectly still.
“So good for me,” Their lips are brushing each other as Gaara speaks, his deep voice coming shakily, distorted by the strength of his need as he rocks himself on his husband. Lee’s body, taut, quivers as he restrains himself, stilling his hands on Gaara’s narrow waist. His arousal is sweet on Gaara’s tongue and in his lungs. He breathes in a deep mouthful. Gaara’s physical strength was outstripped by Lee’s, but he didn’t require any to keep the alpha down.
“My husband,” he says, a deep breathy moan into the other man’s mouth, his nerves ablaze as he rolls his hips, He can feel Lee’s abs spasm he holds himself back, despite the twitch of excitement from the throbbing member against his back.
“Yours,” Lee agrees, and his voice is tight, his eyes pleading. A further smile broadens Gaara’s lips, a ripple of predatory satisfaction. He watches the sweat bead at his beloved’s brow, the tremor in his muscle as he keeps his hands still on Gaara’s waist.
“Mine,” Gaara reminds him needlessly, like they hadn't spent the past year preparing for this day. His hips are still moving, dragging his erection across Lee’s torso, leaving a wet mess of slick. Marking his territory. He speaks against Lee’s skin, having resumed his dedicated descrarionnof his body. The only place that remained untouched was his bond site.
“In every way, yours,” says Lee, swallowing hard around his words. Gaara kisses him then, and Lee responds like a man starved, lapping at Gaara with a ferocity that belied the hunger he that had been brewing within him. His scent was saturated with his desperation. Gaara stopped him with a single hand, placed delicately on his pectoral. Lee drew back immediately, and Gaara noted with satisfaction the redness of his lips, kiss bruised and split. He lapped a bead of blood that welled up. Lee shuddered. Gaara was ravenous for him.
“I knew, when we met, that you were for me,” Gaara whispered, and Lee’s eyes widen in shock, his mouth dropping open. “You were the first to touch me,” he admitted, “And even then I knew there would be no other.” Lee sucked in a breath, and Gaara watched his eyes fill with tears.
His dominating exterior cracked, and he cradled his husband’s face in his hands, fondness overcoming him. Lee hugged Gaara to him, their arousal momentarily forgotten as they embraced. Their hearts full and bodies flush, Gaara tucked his face against Lee’s neck. He loves how well they fit together, and how potent his scent was right here. His husband sniffled, and the arms cradling Gaara tightened their embrace.
“How do you still have tears to cry, my love?” Gaara asked softly, teasing but unbearably fond. Lee and his mentor had cried through both ceremonies, and eventually started up again during the reception. A normal man would have been exhausted.
“Gaara,” Lee choked,. “You have never said that before!” It bears the faintest hint of a whine, and Gaara smiles, pressing it into Lee’s neck.
“No,” He agreed. “But it’s true. I always knew you would be special to me, Rock Lee.” Gaara could hear the sob start in the back of Lee’s throat. He sat up on Lee’s chest, pressing their foreheads together and looking into his husbands’ wide eyes. “It’s why I tried to kill you, to destroy the single person who had managed to touch me. I am so glad I did not succeed.”
Lee’s bottom lip wavered and finally the sob broke loose from his chest, making Gaara smile as he cried, overcome with his emotion. He held onto Lee as he shook, watching his husbands face, pale and beautiful in the moonlight as it contorted with tears. A fond smile stayed on his lips, even as Lee finally took deep breaths and tried to school himself.
“I am sorry Gaara, we can start again!” He said, smiling a watery smile. Gaara shook his head.
“No, it’s alright.” He reassured.
“I have ruined your wedding night!” Lee pouted, and wiped the tears from his cheeks, schooling his expression. “I am ready to go again!”
Gaara looked into Lee’s eyes seriously.
“You have not ruined anything. And it is our wedding night,” He corrected. Lee blinked away the tears lingering in his eyes. “We do not have to do anything.”
Lee’s mouth twisted into a frown. Before Gaara knew it, he had reversed their positions, Gaara sinking into their nest and Lee above him pinning him to the blankets. His breath caught in his throat, and his erection gave an interested twitch.
“But Gaara,” He said, and there was some of that sweet arousal, creeping back into his scent. Lee’s voice had a hint of dark arousal in it too, no longer a light, emotional cry. Gaara fought the urge to squirm, his heart beating fast. “What about our mating bite?”
“Gaara, I gotta tell you- Only the first bite does anything,” Kankuro smirked, gesturing to his neck. Lee clapped both of his hands over his neck, blushing red and grabbing for the high neck of his jumpsuit
Unfortunately, the fabric did little to hide the bouquet of bruises and bite marks blooming up the sides of his strong, scarred neck. Having been born a beta, Lee’s mating gland was less developed than Gaara’s, and required a harder bite to mark, but this had clearly gone past that, the marks on his neck would have been excessive on anyone.
“Sages that’s a wound,” Kankuro crowed, leaning to inspect the mess on Lee’s neck through his bandaged fingers. Gaara was quietly gloating, his pheromones oozing pride and possessive desire, even as he eased past his brother to pour himself and his new mate coffee.
Lee’s cheeks burned bright red. He accepted a cup of coffee from Gaara with both hands, inadvertently bearing the mark to his brother in law. Immediately, Kankuro hissed. Thankfully, many the worst of the marks were hidden by Lee’s signature jumpsuit, but the angry red bite marks reached nearly to the leaf shinobi’s ears.
Part of Kankuro was impressed. He’d been sent to the medic for wounds less severe. He was pretty sure there was still blood oozing sluggishly from one of the particularly deep bite marks. Gaara confirmed his suspicion, reaching out with a pale hand to wipe the blood away.
The other part of Kankuro was disgusted by the whole thing, a feeling which only intensified as Gaara’s uncanny jade eyes locked with the dark round ones of his new mate and lapped at his own bloody fingers. He fought the urge to retch.
“Gross! I’m right here you know!” He grumbled. Neither man even glanced at him.