Crave

The spicy smell of cumin and coriander wafted through the kitchen, and danced on Gaara's smell receptors, making his stomach growl. The extra-hot curry he was making – with the fresh tofu from the market, and onions from their little window-box garden – for him and his lover was almost done… he just needed to add a bit of apple puree to sweeten the bubbling red goodness, and he could serve it up over some brown rice, and satisfy his hunger.



He could hear Lee gasping and oh no-ing in the other room while he watched some teenage drama series about vampires on their seemingly ancient TV set, giggling like some high-school girl as, he assumed, one particular female character was bent on changing the head vampire's evil ways. Gaara shook his head; things Lee did usually made sense to him, as the older boy was very simple minded, but the red-head could not comprehend how Lee could waste his time with those mindless programs.



With a sigh, the younger man stepped into the tiny dining room, and placed their bowls on the table at their respective spots across from one another. He dropped forks in between them sauntered into the living room, seeing his sparkly eyed lover, clad in forest green denim pants and a form fitting t-shirt in a slightly darker shade, staring intently at the screen. He looked good, despite his over populace of green clothing. And Gaara realized, once again, his hunger.



Though, the curry on the table would do nothing for this particular appetite.

Still, he held back his urge to pounce upon the muscular green beast, and with a deep intake of breath, spoke.



"Lee," he murmured, still staring. "Dinner is ready." Lee glanced over, and pulled himself from the couch a small, but happy smile playing across his lips.



"Great, I am starved!" he exclaimed, dropping a kiss against the kanji on the smaller man's forehead.



Lee prattled on between bites about the show he had watched previously… the many supernatural beings and their relationships with humans, who was trying to kill who, and other things that Gaara did not particularly care about. But, regardless of the lack of importance, he listened intently, the sound of Lee's voice soothing to his usually tense nerves, and the movement of his lips making his body harden, and his craving for the other man intensify. Lee pushed his bowl away, and grinned.



"… and I just love how much Damon loves Elena," he laid a palm on his cheek, and stared dreamily into space.



Lee had always been a sucker for love… even if the love in question was fictional. And Gaara, who had ai emblazoned on his forehead, had not even known what it was until the boy with the bowl cut had come along and filled his heart with the previously foreign emotion.  Now because of him, he was sure he understood it better than anyone else in the world. It was in the way he always wanted to see Lee with a smile on his face, the pleasure Gaara felt when he made him his favourite foods, his desire to always be near the older man. It was the most natural feeling in the world. The idea that Rock Lee could liken the things he felt in his heart to what a fictional vampire felt for a human bemused him.



"He can't love her as much as I love you," Gaara said offhandedly, lifting a spoonful of curry to his lips. "Stupid fiction; it only makes people misunderstand things." He glanced up at Lee, only to find that his cheeks were now playing host to a very prominent blush.



"Gaara-kun," Lee whispered, a dreamy look spreading over his face. Gaara wondered briefly what he'd said to elicit such a response. He didn't put his love to words often, but he didn't assume that doing so would come as such a surprise to his lover. In mid contemplation, Gaara found his face held between two strong hands, and a pair of passionate brown eyes staring into his ocean coloured irises.



Lee was leaning over the table, the hem of his shirt falling into Gaara's bowl, and smiling suggestively at the unsuspecting red-head.



"You mean that?" Lee purred, teasingly brushing his lips over the smaller man's, too lightly to be considered a kiss, but tantalizing none the less. Heat prickled over Gaara's skin, and his less-than-prudent thoughts from earlier returned, his hunger for Lee blooming in the base of his mind and crawling like ivy to his hips.



"Of course I do, idiot." Gaara bridged the gap between their mouths, and ran his fingers through the other man's silky hair. He found himself being scooped up, and carried down the hallway of their apartment, kiss never broken. He was tossed gently on their bed, and Lee's warm body covered his own, his lips trailing over his pale skin, and hands unbuttoning the clothing that kept their skin from touching.



As Gaara felt the older man's hard, delicious body against him, he couldn't help but smile inwardly… When the red-head was hungry, he realized, Rock Lee was all that he craved.