Silk and Lace

“Lee…” Gaara called as he entered his private chambers. “Lee, are you here?” The lights were dimmed slightly; probably because the curtains were drawn to let the soft evening light enter from the west. Normally, Lee wouldn’t even be there, but Gaara had gotten a letter earlier in the day from his husband inviting him to a private dinner in his room. Curiously, Gaara looked about, seeing a small, round table covered in a white cloth. The table was set with two taper candles in candlesticks and laid out for a dinner for two; all that was missing was the food and Lee. “Lee, where are you?”

“Oh, Gaara!” Lee’s voice called suddenly from outside the doorway. “I am coming in, I just had to run downstairs and get dinner…” A moment later, the door opened to reveal a sight Gaara never in his wildest dreams or imaginings could have created. There was Lee, carrying a large tray of food including a roast, vegetables, mashed tubers and a bottle of sparkling fruit juice.

But even that wasn't the most surprising part; Lee wasn't wearing his usual spandex training suit, or even his two-piece summer suit. He was wearing a ruffled green dress that barely reached the top of the stockings covering his legs, and a strand of white pearls around his neck. Gaara's eyes followed the line of those toned legs downward, finding that instead of regular shoes, Lee was wearing some sort of shoes that seemed to have spikes on the heel—were they meant to be weapons? They didn't seem to be very sharp... Lee wobbled just a bit as he walked, but he managed to keep his balance, just as any good ninja would; and a moment later he was setting the food out on the table and making up their plates for dinner.

From behind, Gaara was able to get a slightly better look at the clothing Lee was wearing. Apparently the shoes weren’t weapons at all—they had a rubbery stop at the end blunting them. His eyes traveled upward, and he noticed that the stockings had a seam along the back… for some odd reason his fingers itched to trail along that seam lightly, especially since he knew Lee was surprisingly sensitive at the backs of his knees. As he had seen from the front, the skirt barely reached the top of the stockings. When Lee bent over to lay out the food, a thin stripe of bare skin became visible, along with straps that seemed to be holding up the stockings along the outside of his thighs. The dress itself was the same color as Lee’s normal attire, but it fit him so differently. The top of the dress was ruffled, and the skirt portion was loose, flapping about with any small movement of the raven-haired man’s body. He was still wearing his bandages, but somehow they didn’t seem out of place with the whole ensemble; they were so inherently Lee that they still fit no matter what he was wearing. Gaara found his mind wandering, trying to guess what Lee might be wearing under that dress that would have straps on it.

“Gaara, dinner is ready,” Lee called, snapping the redhead out of his thoughts. He looked up to see that Lee had already made up their plates. Two slices of roast, some vegetables and tubers were on each plate, the meat lightly drizzled with gravy from a container Gaara seemed to have missed on his first look at the tray. “Let me take your hat; then we can sit and have dinner.”

Lee was nearly prancing as he approached Gaara, taking the wide-brimmed hat that was part of the Kazekage uniform and giving Gaara a peck on the cheek before setting the hat aside in its usual resting place. Gaara waited for Lee to come back before walking alongside him to the table, sitting down in the seat farther from the door. After a moment, he realized that the door was still open; a wave of his hand took care of that, as his sand pushed it closed. He didn’t normally use the sand for such mundane tasks, but at the moment he was too fixated on the way the top of the dress was just low enough to show off a few curls of Lee’s chest hair.

Once they had started to eat, Lee looked up at Gaara with a smile. “So, how was your day?” he asked. “Did anything happen at work?” Gaara only gave a noncommittal grunt in reply, but this didn’t seem to deter Lee in the least. He continued on to talk about his own day, how he had trained in the morning and then somehow procured a vacuum to clean up their room a bit. This caught Gaara’s attention a bit, and he gestured to the dress. “Were you wearing that?”

Surprised by Gaara’s blunt question, Lee didn’t see the piece of meat he’d just cut away slide off his fork and hit his lap in a splatter of gravy and juice. He quickly scooted away from the table with a small sound of worry, moving the meat to his plate and starting to wipe at the skirt of his dress with a napkin. “Oh no, I hope this doesn’t stain…”

Gaara watched Lee with interest, catching a glimpse of something dark underneath Lee’s skirt when he picked it up to clean at it. “You should take that off and wash it right away,” he prodded gently, finding himself eager for a better look.

Unfortunately, Lee didn’t seem to understand what Gaara was getting at. “Oh, I think it will be okay,” he replied. “I got most of it off, and it should wash out when I do laundry tomorrow.” He gave Gaara a smile and a thumbs-up, and resumed eating, much to Gaara’s chagrin. He knew he could be naïve at times, but his husband took the award for innocence. Even if his current choice of clothing didn’t reflect that.

“Lee,” Gaara started, “what is all this? Why are you wearing… that?” He wasn’t sure what to call it since he honestly wasn’t positive it was long enough to qualify as a dress. It might have been a long shirt.

Lee looked at Gaara curiously for a moment before his eyes widened in realization. “Oh, you mean the dress?” he asked. “Well, it’s kind of a long story…” Gaara just looked at Lee blankly; he didn’t much care how long the story was so long as it answered his question. Blushing slightly, Lee nodded. “Well, about a month ago, while Shikamaru was visiting, I… overheard him mention something to Temari. He said he wanted to see her as a ‘house wife’ and wearing back seam stockings. I didn’t know what he was talking about, so I went and asked Baki. He couldn’t give me a very good answer, but he had a magazine that explained things very clearly. I thought… maybe you might like to come home from work and have a house wife there to take care of you, since you work so hard.”

The whole time Lee had been speaking, Gaara’s face had retained that impassive look it normally carried; only his eyes encouraged Lee to continue. At that point, though, his brow furrowed a bit. “Lee, when I am finished with work for the day, all I want is you. I don’t care if you have dinner here or if we go down to the kitchens like usual. I don’t care if you’re in a dress or your normal clothes.” Though Gaara wasn’t going to say he didn’t like the dress on Lee, it was just unnecessary—in more ways than one, he thought. “I love you for yourself, Lee, not for what you do or wear. I appreciate all the work you’ve put into this, but I don’t need it every night.”

Lee’s lips had curled into a frown when Gaara started to speak, but by the time his voice fell silent the frown had commuted into a smile. “All right, Gaara, I understand. This will be a special night, then.” He resumed eating; apparently his idea of ‘special’ was different from Gaara’s.

A few minutes later, Gaara’s sanity was wearing thin. Somehow he’d never noticed before, but when Lee wasn’t trying to talk and eat at the same time—a common occurrence when they ate on the roof of the mansion or down in the kitchens—he made small noises, sighs and moans, as he enjoyed each bite to the very best of his ability, as he would do with anything else. Lee was one of those people who always put one hundred percent into any task, from the mundane to an S-rank mission, and Gaara admired that trait. But in this case, it wasn’t so much admirable as arousing, and it didn’t help that Gaara’s body was already reacting to the visual stimulation of Lee in such… interesting clothing.

“Gaara, you aren’t eating.” Gaara’s head flicked upward, jade eyes meeting onyx. “Is something wrong with the food?” Lee asked, his brow furrowing just a bit. Gaara quickly shook his head, his eyes catching a glimpse of the gravy boat between them. If Lee had reacted to just a little bit of gravy, what about… “No, it’s delicious, Lee. I just want a bit more gravy,” he responded. He pushed his high-backed chair away from the table a bit so that he could stand, walking over close to Lee. While he reached for the gravy boat, he leaned down and returned the peck on the cheek from earlier. “Thank you for dinner,” he mumbled into his husband’s ear. “It’s delicious.”

While Lee was distracted and smiling from the compliment and the kiss, Gaara struck, ‘accidentally’ dropping the whole gravy boat into his lap. Crying out, Lee pushed his chair back forcibly, making the heavy wooden chair slide a good foot and a half away from the table before he stood. “Oh no!” he said, “The dress, I need to get this cleaned up right away!”

Gaara nodded in agreement, moving to approach Lee. “You’re absolutely right,” he replied. “Let me help with that.” Before Lee could ask what he meant, the sand had wormed its way up under the dress and molded itself into the shape of two hands to slide the fabric up and off Lee’s body. Gaara’s eyes widened when the underclothes were revealed; a small, frilly white apron and lacy black underwear, with the straps holding up his stockings attached to them. A small, strangled noise escaped the back of Gaara’s throat and he had to raise his hand to his nose quickly to staunch any bleeding.

Lee’s hands moved to cover his body quickly after being force-stripped, having not meant for Gaara to see this part of the outfit. He was nude from the waist up except for the long strand of pearls at his neck, but the clothing he did wear wasn’t much to speak of. He had one arm crossed over his chest, the other trying to cover the half-grown bulge in his underwear. “G-Gaara,” he asked softly, “why did you do that?”

Moving his hand slowly from his nose, Gaara replied, “I wanted to see what you had on underneath the dress. I could see the straps when you would lean forward…” He stepped closer to Lee, and gently grasped at his husband’s hip before his fingers moved downward to graze that elastic strap. “Where did you get all this?”

Lee’s cheeks went bright red with embarrassment at that question. “The… the magazine Baki gave me had an order form… I got it all from Iwagakure.” Gaara’s eyes narrowed a bit at the mention of the hidden village famous for its brothels. “Did you go there to pick it all up?” he asked, his voice low and a bit dangerous.

“No!” Lee cried, the blush now spreading to encompass more of his face. “I sent them money in a sealed envelope, and then they sent it all to me by courier. I never went there.”

“Good.” With that Gaara moved upward, having to stand on his toes to reach Lee’s mouth since he was wearing the high-heeled shoes. The kiss was hot and hungry, surprising Lee a bit, but he returned it eagerly nonetheless as his eyes fell shut.

Moments later, Lee found himself straddling Gaara’s legs while the redhead sat in one of the high-backed chairs, his lips perusing Lee’s neck and shoulder softly. The redhead’s hands moved to cup Lee’s ass while he gently picked up the strand of pearls in his teeth, using it to tug Lee a bit closer for another kiss. “I like this better than the dress,” he mumbled against the dark-haired man’s lips.

Lee let out a soft exhale of relief, scooting his body a bit closer. “You do?” he asked. “Good, I was a bit worried…”

“Worried about what?” Gaara asked, his mouth moving to nip at Lee’s jaw. A small whimper thinly disguised as a moan escaped the man’s lips, which only served to spur Gaara on further.

“I was worried…” Lee had to take a deep breath in an attempt to gather his scattered thoughts before he could continue. “Worried you wouldn’t like it… since it’s so different…”

Gaara just started to mouth softly against Lee’s neck, not really trying to make a mark but seeming like he was about to. “Lee, you’re the most different person I know, and I love you for it,” he explained. “I like different.” A moment later, he was untying the bow of the apron behind Lee’s back, tossing the white cloth aside so he could more easily cup his husband’s erection through the thin, lacy cloth of the panties. “I especially like this… how hard you are there.”

Another soft sound reached Gaara’s ears, but he wanted more from his lover. He rocked the heel of his hand against the underside of Lee’s cock, sliding it from the tip to the root and massaging the cloth-covered testicles. That got Lee moaning loudly, his head falling back a bit wantonly. “Oh gods, Gaara…”

“Do you like that?” Gaara asked, both out of genuine concern and a desire to tease his lover. At Lee’s fervent nod, Gaara continued the ministrations to Lee’s erection for a few more moments before impatiently pushing the panties down to free the cock he had been teasing. Before his eyes, a small bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip, faintly white; a single finger wiped it away, allowing Gaara to sample Lee’s fluids with a small sound of his own.

Lee watched with fascination as Gaara flicked his tongue across the pad of his finger, tasting Lee’s essence. Gaara always seemed to particularly enjoy tasting Lee, often sucking him off before preparing him for anal sex. Lee wondered if it was a residual effect from Shukaku, a kind of animal instinct Gaara had grown up with but had never been able to satisfy until Lee had arrived in Suna as part of a diplomatic committee. By this point, everyone had returned home, except for Lee; he was now the diplomatic liaison between their two villages.

Gaara looked up at Lee, smirking just a bit when he realized the man had fallen into his thoughts. Slyly, the redhead wrapped his hand around his lover’s erection, starting to jerk him roughly—letting out a purr of satisfaction a moment later when Lee cried out in pleasured surprise. Gaara continued to pump Lee, while using his sand to support his husband’s weight during the transfer from the chair to the nearby bed. He made sure Lee was properly settled on the bed before he moved to his knees, taking the turgid erection before him into his mouth. He alternated between soft, gentle lapping and hard sucking, making sure never to let his lover get too used to one sensation.

On Lee’s part, he was holding out fairly well; he’d been wearing the silk and lace panties for a couple of hours at least, trying to get used to them, but every step had sent a small thrill up his spine and made him get just a bit more aroused. He was surprised he hadn’t come sooner just from that feeling alone. But now that he had Gaara’s hot mouth around him, he knew he would be coming soon—and hard. “G-guh… Gaara…” he choked out, “I’m clo-oose… please…”

At Lee’s nearly desperate plea, Gaara redoubled his efforts, swallowing a few times around the length in his mouth until a sharp cry signaled the impending flood. He pulled back and sealed his mouth around the head of Lee’s erection, using his tongue almost as a straw to guide the semen down his throat, groaning as it flowed over his tongue. He was sure he would never be able to get enough of that taste. When the flow finally petered out and stopped altogether, Gaara slowly pulled away and maneuvered Lee to where they could both lay on the bed properly.

He began to slowly worship Lee’s body with kisses while the dark-haired man recovered from his climax; when he had moved low enough, he unhooked the straps after fiddling with them for a moment, removing the underwear entirely but leaving on the heels and stockings. Something about the way Lee’s legs looked clad in the dark, translucent material made Gaara’s cock twitch in anticipation. Lee watched all of this impassively, saying nothing until Gaara reached for the bottle of oil he kept handy at the bedside table. “Gaara,” he murmured, “I want to be on top tonight…”

Gaara looked up at Lee in some surprise. “You do? All right…” It didn’t much matter to Gaara as long as they were both satisfied in the end. Lee reached out and took the oil, before he unwrapped the bandages from his right fingers and hand so that he could slick his fingers without ruining the cloth. But rather than sliding his fingers inside Gaara, as the redhead had expected, he promptly started stretching himself, rolling onto his knees and positioning his body to give Gaara a full view of the process.

Gaara’s eyes widened slightly as he watched Lee’s fingers sliding wetly in and out of his puckered entrance, slowly stretching it to reveal the dark tunnel within. He wanted nothing more than to pull Lee’s fingers away and start pounding mindlessly, mercilessly into the tight heat he knew awaited him, but he satisfied himself by reaching down and stripping his own clothing off. He’d forgotten that he was still fully clothed, having not even removed the long white robe that was normally the first to go when he walked into his private chambers at the end of the day. “I… nngh, Lee,” he groaned softly as he finally freed his erection. “I thought… you wanted to be on top…”

Lee’s face was flushed seductively as he turned to look at Gaara, licking his lips at the sight of the stiff length coming out of his lover’s pants. “I do,” he panted, a small moan following as his three fingers continued to work inside himself. “But I want you inside me, Gaara…”

Gaara’s response to that was a louder moan, and he quickly kicked off the pants so that he could lie back against the pillows. “Lee, I want you now… “

With a fervent nod, the dark-haired man moved to straddle Gaara’s hips, reaching down to hold the redhead’s pulsing erection steady while he aligned himself—then a moment later their voices met in unison as they both cried out. Normally, this was the position Lee used when he wanted things to go slowly, but tonight he had slammed home all at once. The sensation was almost too intense for Gaara to handle; he had to clench his muscles to keep from coming then and there.

“Gaara… please, move,” Lee whined, starting to bounce on Gaara’s erection shallowly. “Want to feel you deeper...” With a vague nod, Gaara’s hands found their way to Lee’s hips, pulling him down a bit harder with each upward thrust his hips gave. He felt so complete like this; he would have given anything to feel this connection with his lover at every moment of every day.

Unlike some couples, Gaara and Lee’s sexual relationship hadn’t fizzled when they got married. If anything, it got more intense and kinkier, even. For a man who spent the first thirteen years of his life with very few connections to people, he was incredibly turned on by the idea of being connected with another person in mind, body and spirit. That was probably why Gaara had been so desperately aroused the day he was married to Lee; even for ninja, sex four times in a single day was pushing it.

A sharp cry and spasmodic tightening of Lee’s tunnel around his erection brought Gaara’s thoughts back to the matter at hand. He thrust upward again, getting the same reaction; apparently the tip of his erection had finally found Lee’s prostate. At that, the redhead’s hands gripped Lee tighter, and he sat up more to get better leverage. He started thrusting upward hard and pulling Lee downward with as much force as he could muster without drawing on chakra. The change in dominance seemed to be appreciated, judging by the way Lee’s cries quickly shifted into near-screams. “Gaa-haaaara! Oh god, oohhh, please, I want it harder… I want you to come inside me and fill me…” The hand Lee had used to stretch himself was now around his erection, pumping himself furiously to hasten his finish.

Gaara’s eyes rolled a bit in their sockets, the words stimulating him just as much as the way Lee’s body was tightening around him. They were both so close, just a little more… as soon as Lee came, Gaara could let himself go as well. Leaning forward just a bit more, Gaara pulled Lee’s upper body closer, sinking his teeth into the soft skin at the crook of his lover’s neck the way he knew Lee liked.

That was all it took for Lee’s control to snap, his body arching into the overwhelming sensations. With a loud, broken cry, he came, spilling himself across his own chest and a bit on Gaara’s as his erection bobbed from the force of the fluid escaping it. His tunnel jerked and tightened around the length still inside, milking it for all it was worth; that was it for Gaara as well, and he groaned against Lee’s skin as he rode out the sensations with a few more shallow thrusts. He slowly pulled his mouth away once the sensations had subsided a bit. A small part of his mind noted that he hadn’t broken skin this time, since there was no taste of blood in his mouth.

When Lee’s mental faculties had returned a bit, he slowly slid himself off of Gaara’s softening member, groaning again at the feeling of the trapped fluid beginning to leak out. He lay back on the bed, catching his breath and just letting his body enjoy that loose, tingling post-coital bliss. Moments later, Gaara’s tongue was on his skin, cleaning him up before lying closely beside him. “’M so in love with you,” the redhead mumbled against Lee’s shoulder.

“I love you too,” Lee whispered, rolling onto his side to face Gaara. “More than anything, and for longer than forever, I will love you with my whole heart and soul.” It was Gaara’s favorite thing to hear.

“Good,” he replied, his eyes lidded as he fought to stay awake. A
small chuckle reached his ears, followed by two soft thuds as Lee kicked off the heels. Then those stocking-clad legs were tangling themselves with Gaara’s own, and Lee’s arms were around his waist, and the redhead finally felt relaxed enough to sleep, surrounded by Lee and his love.