Role Reversal

Disclaimer; I don't own Naruto. Goddammit.

Yeah, I live! Ain't it spiffy? Here's chapter two, after...what, a year? Lol! Next chapter's going up next week.

Chapter Two

“I can’t believe this! I really can’t!”
Gaara sighed. Naruto hadn’t shut up in three days about his upcoming ‘ukeness’.
“Can it, will you? It’s not like you’re making it any easier!” Sasuke growled.
The three, plus Itachi, were awaiting the arrival of Gaara’s co-star. Over the last few days Gaara had pushed Itachi into revealing more about the illusive Hyuga company.
While he’d assumed straight porn was all they did, apparently others, such as Naruto, knew better. The Hyugas had five gay stars; Neji Hyuga, the heir to the Hyuga empire and Hinata’s cousin, Sakon and Ukon, twins who were used mostly for threesomes, Kimimaro, who had joined up recently and was very, very secretive, and of course Rock Lee. The so-called ‘Ultimate Uke’.
Gaara knew nothing of any of this. And was more than a little pissed about it. Especially when Naruto told him Rock Lee had apparently grown up with them.
“Yeah, he was in the class above us all through middle school!” The blonde has announced happily. “Really nice guy, but not the type you’d think would be an uke though.”
“I have no memory of him.” Gaara had said sceptically. “Are you sure he’s the same one?”
“You’ll know ‘im when you see ‘im.” Naruto had laughed nervously. And unfortunately, Sasuke had confirmed the story.
So here Gaara was, waiting for a major uke, who was going to take him, a major seme, in the ass, and it was a childhood companion.
‘Whoop-de-do!’
“He’s here!”
The Uchiha nurse, Sakura, came running into the foyer yelling madly. “He’s here!”
“Christ, what’s with her?” Naruto asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You know how girls are with ukes. Or at least,” Sasuke smirked “you should, Dobe.”
“Teme!”
Gaara blocked out the ranting and focused his attention on the door.
The first person through was a girl with buns in her hair.
“Hey there! I’m TenTen, Lee’s bodyguard.”
‘He has a bodyguard?! Oh Lord save me!’
“Just making sure there aren’t any rabid fangirls around.” TenTen said cheerfully, inspecting the foyer quickly. “Looks good. Alright Lee, it’s fine. In you come!”
Gaara’s eyes flew back to the door to see a tall but nervous looking man enter the room. He was wearing khaki jeans, a green shirt...and had the biggest pair of eyebrows Gaara had ever seen!
Oh yes, now he recognised Rock Lee! No wonder Naruto hadn’t told him who he was.
In middle school, the two of them had gotten into a major fight. Gaara had put Lee in the hospital, and Sasuke and Naruto had promptly kicked his arse for it. It was what had turned them into friends. Gaara respected anyone who could take him, and the two had slowly drawn him out of his shell.
But Lee had moved schools straight after. The one time Gaara snuck in to see him in hospital the nurses assumed he was there to hurt him and forced him to leave.
He’d never gotten the chance to apologise.
But if Lee remembered him...
‘This is not gonna be good.’
“Hey Lee! Remember me? Doesn’t matter if you don’t, it’s been forever. But we used to go to the same school! Konoha Middle School?”
Gaara rolled his eyes. Trust Naruto to make the first move.
Lee gave a theatrical gasp. “Naruto?! Of course I remember! How have you been?”
Naruto grinned as he was swooped into a hug and returned it with equal enthusiasm. “As good as I can be! How about you? Never saw you making it in this business. I would have contacted you but...well you know how it goes.”
“Rival companies.” Lee nodded. “I understand.”
“Hey Lee.” Sasuke stepped forward. “Nice to see you again.”
“Hello Sasuke! You could have told me Naruto worked here!”
‘Geez, does everything this guy says have to be an exclamation?’
“So...is it Naruto I’m...uh, seme-ing for?” Lee asked nervously.
“They didn’t tell you?” Sasuke frowned.
“No. They said it was better I found out once I got here.”
‘Oh shit’.
Gaara stepped forward and Naruto waved at him with a forced and weak smile.
“Uh, ta-da?”
Lee’s eyes flew wide open and he froze.
“You...you’re...”
Gaara gave a sigh. Yep, they were screwed. “Hello Lee.”
“Gaara...” The boy whimpered, then fainted.
“Ow hell!” TenTen yelled. “What the fuck? Do you two have a history or something?”
Gaara rubbed a temple. This was gonna be the longest shoot of his life. “You could say that, yeah. Look, bring him to mine and Naruto’s dressing room for now. I’ll talk to him when he wakes up.”
The girl’s eyes narrowed, but she nodded and accepted Naruto’s help in moving the now unconscious boy.
Gaara turned to Sasuke. “You bastard.”
“Not my fault!”
“You could have god-damned told me!”
“And then what?!”
“...”
Gaara didn’t have an answer. Would it have been any better if he’d know?
He growled and stalked after the trio.
‘Bugger, bugger, blast and fuck!’
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“Urg.”
Gaara raised his head from the script he was reading as Lee stirred. The guy had been asleep for the best part of four hours. How he’d react when he woke up was anyone’s guess.
Gaara put down the script and wandered over to the couch.
Yup, Lee was as angelic-looking as ever. It was one of the reasons Gaara had fought him. He didn’t like the way Lee had made him feel.
‘How could I have forgotten the name of my first crush?’
Gaara sighed, then sighed at sighing. He’d been doing way to much of that lately.
He really was worried. If Lee refused to do the shoot with him, it might mean bad news for Sasuke and Itachi, but could Gaara really blame him?
He brushed some of Lee’s hair back from his face. “Fuck it all to hell.” He growled.
Lee gave a snort. “That sounds more like the Gaara I remember.”
Gaara backed up quickly as the boy sat up and stretched. “Where am I?”
“My dressing room.” Gaara answered, retreating to a safe distance.
“Oh? So eager and we’ve only just been reunited.” Lee smirked.
Gaara was speechless. This wasn’t the Lee he remembered at all. “Uh...”
“My, my. Lost for words Gaara-sama?” The boy continued his teasing.
‘Snap OUTTA it Gaara! You’re the seme here...wait...that’s not right. He, I... GYAHH!’
Gaara shook his head in frustration. “Cut it out. I wanted to talk to you.”
“Talk. Really? Shame.” Lee settled down on the couch. “So talk Red. That is what they used to call you was it not? Because of all the blood you spilt over the years? The amount of kids you terrorised?”
‘Oh yeah. He remembers.’
“Lee, listen-”
“I have the courtesy of attaching honorific’s to your name, Gaara-sama. I would appreciate you doing the same.”
Gaara winced. ‘Ouch.’ Lee hated being called anything but just that; Lee. But Gaara really couldn’t blame him.
Not after all he did.
“Lee-sama. I’ve wanted to find you for some time. I, I wanted to...” He shook himself. Damn it, he didn’t stammer!
“Wanted to what?” Lee demanded.
“...to apologise.”
“Oh, well that’s alright then! All forgiven. Never mind the fact you broke my fucking spine!” Lee yelled.
“I know, and there’s no excuse for it-”
“Then why do I feel one approaching?”
“Lee-”
“Lee-sama.”
“For god’s sake Lee, will you shut up and listen!” Gaara roared.
“Give me one good reason why I should!”
“Because I’m fucking uke-ing for you!”
“...And that is a big deal because...”
“I. Don’t. Uke.” Gaara growled out.
“And I do not seme, so we are both fucked!” Lee yelled back, finally standing up and facing Gaara.
“You don’t seme because you don’t want to! I...I can’t uke! Okay?”
“Who says it is through choice, huh? You know nothing of my life Gaara! Nothing! Do not pretend you do!”
The two of them were red-faced and panting by now.
Gaara rubbed a hand over his face. They had to work together. This had to stop.
Now.
“Lee-sama. You’re right, I don’t know what happened in your life. But I know I hurt you, physically and emotionally, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But we have to work together now. Please!”
Lee took deep breathes, calming himself down. “Alright. I agree. We need to work together, but...” He turned his head away. “How can I trust you Gaara? I never did anything to you and you just-”
“Oh yes you did. You have no idea the things you did to me Lee. What you still do...”
Lee looked confused.
Gaara gave a sigh. He knew of only one way to get Lee to trust him. The same way Naruto got Gaara to trust him. Telling their most painful secrets.
“I...Lee-sama. I’m going to tell you something extremely important, and I trust that you won’t tell anyone else.”
“Why?”
“So you can trust me.”
Gaara gestured at the couch. “Sit, it’s...not a pretty story by all accounts.”
Lee still looked mystified, but did as he was asked. Gaara pulled a chair up and sat facing him.
“This was how Naruto got me to trust him. He told me of his childhood. What the people of his community did to him...”
Lee’s hands tightened into fists against his thighs and Gaara knew Naruto had told Lee also.
“I remember.”
“So, now I’m telling you why I don’t uke.” Gaara sat back and closed his eyes, then focused all his attention on the boy in front of him.
“I was three years old when I was raped, Lee. By the one person I felt I could trust; my uncle, Yashumaru.”
Lee’s head shot up, his mouth open in horror.
“When I was born,” Gaara continued “I killed my mother. She died delivering me into this world. For that I was hated and shunned by my family. My father refused to even tell my siblings I exsisted. Instead I was raised by my uncle. He kept me safe from the accusations, told me I was loved and precious. Taught me to care. Then one night he told me he wanted to play a game. It was rare he had the time to play with me, so I agreed happily. I...I don’t remember much of what happened. I was only a baby really, but I know that I woke up hurt and bleeding with my uncle promising me we’d play that game again.” Gaara smiled ruefully. “And we did. At least twice a week for three years, until I finally realised that the game we played was wrong. And told him I didn’t want it anymore. He hurt me so badly that night. Told me I was never loved and could never be loved. That even my mother had cursed my existence and that I had no purpose for living. The next day when I woke up he told me we didn’t have long to live. I tried to run, but he was an adult. I was just a child. Next thing I knew I was being pulled from the wreckage of our home. Later I found out Yashumaru had set up bombs and set them off, hoping to kill us both but make it look like an accident. My father had asked him to do it.”
By now Lee looked like he was about to throw up. Gaara continued. “I was moved into a foster home with a family friend, Baki. He...cared for me, I suppose, in his own way. But Yashumaru’s words never left me. I couldn’t be loved. I would, never, be loved. And that thought led me to hate those who were. That’s why I beat up the other children. I hated them for having what I couldn’t.” Gaara looked up.
“And then there was you. You, who had no parents either, who lived in a children’s home, and yet you were so happy. So bright. It hurt me. I could see your light and it burnt inside. I didn’t know what a crush was back then. I just wanted you to stop hurting me. So I hurt you instead.”
There. Truth out. Sabaku no Gaara had beaten someone half to death because he had a crush on them. He closed his eyes again, not wanting to see the disgust of Lee’s face.
“So now you know. My darkest secret. It gives you power Lee. You can use it to make sure I don’t betray you.”
He didn’t expect to feel a hand caressing his cheek. Or to be pulled into a hug.
“Gaara...” The name was sobbed out. “I am so sorry.”
“For what? You did nothing.” Gaara replied, confused at Lee’s reaction.
“I know but...how could someone do that? To a relative, a child?”
“It’s a question that can never be answered.” Gaara said, drawing his arms around the boy attached to his chest and breathing him in.
“And...you attacked me because you liked me?”
“I wasn’t capable of liking someone back then Lee. It was more than that.” Gaara pulled back and lifted Lee’s chin. “I wanted you. And as far as I knew back then it was wrong. It was no better than what had been done to me. But you wouldn’t stop...”
“I did not-”
“I know you weren’t doing anything Lee, it was all me and my corrupted mind, and believe me I’ve had enough time to analyse it with therapists over the years.”
“And that is what I did to you?” Lee murmured, going over Gaara’s previous words in his mind. “What I am still doing to you?”
Gaara flushed slightly and began to push Lee away. “Lee, you can’t-”
He was cut off as a pair of soft lips crushed against his own. After a few seconds Lee pulled back, a small smile on his face. “Oh I think I can, Gaara-sama.”
“No.” Gaara insisted.
“Do not deny it! You said it yourself!” Lee smirked.
“Lee! I’ve got to bottom in this film, remember? It’s gonna be kinda tricky if I’ve already had you. I might forget my role.”
“Promises, promises.” Lee grinned. “Do not worry, I will not force you. But, if you do not mind, I will tell you why I cannot seme. It is only fair.”
“You don’t have to.” Gaara said softly.
“No, I want to. Please, sit next to me this time?” Lee retreated to the couch and gave Gaara the best puppy-dog eyes he’d ever seen.
‘Damn! Ultimate Uke indeed!’
Gaara nodded and sat next to Lee, turning so he faced him.
Lee took a deep breathe. “I am afraid I lost my virginity a lot later than most would expect considering my current career. I was nineteen. It was a party. I knew I was sensitive to alcohol, but I thought if I stuck to fruit juice I would be fine. I did not expect...” He huffed. “Someone spiked my drink. Purposely. In order to sleep with me. They say be careful what you wish for. One minute I was watching my friends dance and laughing at their efforts, next I was waking up in a bed with a bruised and bloody body next to me. I had granted their wish. I had slept with them, but because my inhibitions are lowered when I am drunk I did not stop to consider the other person’s needs. Only my own gratification. From what they told me, the second they said they wanted me, I forced myself both on and in them. No preparation, no lube, nothing. I did it five times before I passed out, and the person was a virgin like myself.” Lee looked fully ashamed. “They were in hospital for a long time, but they did not press charges. Too many people knew of their plan to get me drunk and convince me to sleep with them, and of my reaction to alcohol. But I swore that day I would never be a seme again. I wouldn’t risk injuring someone like that.”
Lee looked up into Gaara’s eyes, his own brimming with tears. “And now I have to, to you. It is not fair!”
Gaara threw his morals out the window and pulled Lee close again. “Shh, it wasn’t you that hurt them, it was the alcohol. With me you’ll be just fine. Besides, Itachi won’t let you damage his most famous seme. I promise.”
Lee gave a weak chuckle. “But...what about you?”
Gaara gave a sigh. “It’s about time I got over this fear. I’ve lived with his shadow over me for too damn long. And I trust you. More now than ever.”
“But, what if I-”
“You. Won’t. Don’t make me go seme on your arse.”
Lee smiled and crawled into Gaara’s lap, straddling his legs.
“Promises, promises...” He purred.

TBC

A.N – So, the conclusion! What will the two of them do? ... Apart from the obvious you pervs.