Sands of Change

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor any of its characters.

A/N: Yes... this is still yaoi folks. Male on male action. Don't blame me for what you read here.

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Lee's perceptive hearing caught the sounds of rippling water even as he felt the pool's movements glide across his skin.

He had no idea what to do. So he turned to one of the easier paths.

He panicked.

"Well, I do not want to take up all this room," Lee chuckled nervously, doing his best not to turn around and meet eye to eye with the silent Gaara behind him, "So I think I'll just be moving along now-"

Lee had managed to take one step. One single step... well, maybe a half-step, before he was stopped.

From behind, two pale arms wrapped around his torso and halted his movements.

"Why the rush?" Gaara's hot breath spread tingles across the back of Lee's ear, "I thought you said you weren't avoiding me..."

"I'm-" BIG gulp here "-not avoiding you, Gaara."

"Oh, really?" Gaara stated, in a tone which sounded suspiciously similar to disbelief.

The Kazekage must've taken leave of his senses. That was the only explanation. All that hot sun had finally gone to the redheaded shinobi and he had-

Was that Gaara's hand traveling downwards?

Lee froze as he found a pale hand trailing along his abs, heading further southwards underneath the cover of water. The leaf nin began to panic as he realized exactly what that little explorer would find in a few moments. Lee just HAD to strip out of ALL his clothes, now didn't he?

"Kazekage-" Lee started to say. But that was a microsecond before a certain hand suddenly gripped his hardness. This ended with Lee cutting himself off with a strangled cry.

"Hmm..." The red-head mused aloud, "bigger than it looks..."

Lee couldn't control the shiver that ran through his entire body at not only his firm touch, but at the deep rumble in Gaara's voice as well. His mouth went completely dry as he realized just how close Gaara was to his back. It would be impossible for any water to slip through, their bodies were so close!

"Y...yes..." Lee managed to squeeze out without his voice pitching to an intense squeek, "t-that... it... is... Nowwouldyoumindlettinggo?"

But it seemed Gaara was too distracted to answer. Lee bit back a heated moan as he noticed the hand around his member... exploring it a bit. Each careful slide of Gaara's callused hand sent intense spikes of pleasure running through Lee. The feeling was better than the euphoria Lee would get after running more than 600 laps.

Lee didn't notice when he started leaning back into Gaara's bare chest for support, but the Kazekage sure did. A slight smirk to his pale lips, Gaara tried an experimental squeeze on the member trapped within his large hand. He knew what felt good when he pleasured himself. Perhaps it would be the same for the muscled leaf nin as well...?

A suppressed moan escaped from Lee's clenched jaws, and he couldn't hold back the second full body shiver that ran up and down his spine. Pulling the unresisting taijutsu master closer to him, Gaara placed his mouth next to Lee's ear to whisper, "Do you enjoy this feeling...?"

Eyes closed in bliss, Lee sighed, "Yes..."

A hot breeze swept through the oasis, stirring up the vegitation. A coconut landed with a loud 'PLUNK' into the water.

That's when Lee snapped back to his senses, his eyes flickering open with them, "I mean- NO. No, I don't."

He couldn't be doing this! This was... wrong. They were both...

It was just...

Impossible.

Gaara blinked at Lee's sudden change of attitude and tone. He thought he had been enjoying his ministrations. Ah, a test then... Leaning his head closer to the crux of Lee's neck and shoulder, Gaara's lips ghosted over heated skin as he demanded quietly, "Are you sure?"

He punctuated his question with a full length stroke on the member still within his palm.

Biting his lip to hold back another groan, it took all of Lee's willpower not to grind into the hand before him. He couldn't do this! He... he had learned his lesson...

Long ago...

Gathering his strength in the cool water, ignoring the heat of the sun and the body behind him, Lee finally managed to push the other away. His body cried out at the loss of contact, but Lee shook his head to clear his mind. He looked dejectedly at the water, "I'm sorry, Gaara. But... I didn't enjoy it..."

The lie twisted deep inside Lee, and he couldn't help cringing slighty in the face of it. He continued keeping his back to the Kazekage behind him. At least he would be spared from seeing any look of hurt that might cross Gaara's features.

The lie didn't escape Gaara's attention, though, and his eyes narrowed because of it.

First, Lee said they were friends and then continued to call him Kazekage. Then Lee LIED to him? Inside, Gaara felt the dagger named Lee twist ever so painfully. Why would he lie? Why would-

Then Gaara stiffened. He smelled that familiar tang in the air and his pupils dilated slightly with the rush of it.

Lee thought Gaara had been silent in anger. Which is why he was completely caught off guard when he heard a completely random question murmur through the sand nin's dry lips, "Are you bleeding?"

Lee's brows furrowed in confusion as he turned around, his mouth opening to ask 'what'.

But the moment he turned around, his voice stilled within him. Gaara was less than two centimeters from his face, those green orbs raking him for any sort of injuries. Lee took an involuntary step backwards. Just because Gaara seemed to have no sense of personal space didn't mean Lee didn't. Unfortunately for the poor leaf nin, Gaara merely took a step as well, maintaining the uncomfortably close inspection.

Lee tasted the blood dribble down the same moment Gaara's eyes pinpointed the source of the blood. It was on Lee's lip. It must've happened when he had tried to supress the moan from earlier.

"Oh-" Lee started to say.

That's when Gaara swooped in. Lee should've known. It wasn't exactly secret just how much the smell of blood drove the Kazekage out of control.

The leaf-nin backpedaled, trying to put up a fighting stance to drive off whatever killing blow the sand nin would send his way. It had been a while since Lee had fought someone of Gaara's prowess, but he hoped he could manage.

Lee should've been able to sense the use of chakra as the wet sand beneath his feet started to shift. But Gaara's eyes... Lee was too caught up in Gaara's eyes to place his attention elsewhere. When he found himself trapped, sand wrapped all the way up to his knees, half of his body still under water, Lee closed his eyes in wait for his demise.

'Maybe getting killed wouldn't be so bad', Lee found himself trying to convince... well, himself, 'At least it's by the hand of someone like Gaara instead of-'

But Lee's train of thought came to an immediate halt as rough lips captured his own bloody ones. Eyes flying open for what seemed the millionth time that day, Lee stared unabashed at the half-lidded eyes before him.

For the second time, Lee was caught in one of Gaara's kisses.

Feet still stuck in the sand, Kazekage pressing against his front, Lee's arms started to windmill as he felt himself falling backwards. If he fell, he would be covered in water. How would he breathe then?

Yet it seems that fear was uncalled for as Lee found Gaara's pale arm snaking around the back of his torso, hand gripping his side firmly. Gaara's touch was like the heat of a thousand suns on Lee's overheated body. And the kiss was just as powerful.

Gulping deeply, Lee soon found Gaara's tongue slipping through his own lips, offering a taste of the blood that called to the sand nin in the first place. Lee didn't know when or how, but he soon found his own arms gripping the naked body of the Kazekage to him, his embrace tight.

At a single point of clear-thinking throughout all his blood lust, Gaara noticed this as well. It was almost as if... as if Lee was clinging to him for dear life.

'This is wrong...' Lee thought to himself, even as he gripped Gaara's muscled torso to him even closer, 'this must be wrong...'

Lee stopped being the passive one in the kiss and started kissing back, his lips proving to be just as hungry and just as powerful as the rough ones that kissed him first. His tongue battled for dominance even as his mind struggled with himself.

'Yet... if it is then...' Lee felt the heat exhaustion starting to win over his body and mind. He felt his train of thought slowing as he cracked his eyes open to peer at Gaara, 'Then why does it feel so... right...?'

Gaara slowly pulled away as he felt the body slump in his hands. The red-head panicked slightly at first.

'Did I... KILL him...?' Gaara wondered fearfully.

(No, you moron.) Shukaku chided, angry as his source of entertainment dwindled before his very eyes, (Heat exhaustion did him in.)

Even as the demon pointed this out, Gaara's meticulous gaze caught all the signs of it as he looked over Lee's unconscious form.

"Of course." Gaara commented aloud.

His head was starting to clear and Gaara stared blankly at Lee for a while. Despite the lie that tumbled from Lee's lips, Gaara knew very well that the other had enjoyed it as much as Gaara. Why he didn't tell him the truth, Gaara didn't particularly want to think about just yet. All he knew was that he had to help Lee get better.

With a sigh, Gaara released the sand that had held Lee's feet. Not wanting to take advantage while the other was basically knocked out, Gaara used his sand to gather their clothes then teleported them away with those some grains.

He would find out the reasons for Lee's actions later.