Magic Gone Wrong! Chapter 4, Part 1
Title: Magic Gone Wrong!
Chapter: 4/?
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three
Authors:
lucklessmallory and
chinesethorn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LeexGaara
Summary: Tentacles, ftw?! Gaara is a sorcerer outside of the small town where Lee works as a smith. When Lee sits in on one of Gaara's ritual summonings, something starts to go terribly wrong...
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Note: This chapter had to be posted here on LJ in two parts, due to length. The link to the second part is at the end of this post.
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As the days slowly passed, Gaara threw himself into his research, finding new challenges with which to test his power and the demon’s. On the third day of Lee’s possession, Gaara called to the demon and went with him in search of griffin feathers. Griffins were extremely rare beasts, and could sense a person’s intentions from over a mile away, which made them nearly impossible to approach. The demon had gotten Gaara close with ease, and even helped him find the nest. It had been so easy it was almost boring.
On the sixth day after Lee’s possession, Gaara had something else in mind. In his tower he called upon the demon to give him enough power to convert a handful of Lee’s coals into precious elements, and then had begun brewing potions from the ingredients that were worth more than half a kingdom’s treasury. He’d drawn on the demon’s power for that as well, eyes gleaming in mean delight the whole while. With his new power, he could channel miracles or disasters from almost nothing.
Now he was approaching the ballroom. His hair was sticking out around his head in thick bouts of static from today’s spells. Lee was working this time of day in the forge. Gaara was about to take a walk into town to sell a few minor poultices, but thought he should check on Lee before he left.
The hearth was at full blast with the ballroom at a near stifling heat. Lee kept the drapes closed to let him properly gauge the metal being heated. A dull clanging noise followed with each hammering blow on the orange-yellow steel laid out on the anvil. The smith had a thick scarf over his mouth as fire gleamed in his eyes. Despite having moved to Gaara’s mansion, he’d still managed to get commissions by taking quick trips to town. Those who didn’t avoid him continued to avail of the services he provided.
At the sound of Gaara’s footsteps echoing in the ballroom, Lee craned his neck towards the sorcerer, eyes crinkling in happiness despite the cloth covering whatever smile he wore. Turning his attention back to the heated metal, he carefully tipped the edge of the ridged plates over the narrow part of his anvil then drove carefully executed blows on the sides to form tiny hooks.
Satisfied with his work, Lee doused the steel plates in cold water then slid the scarf down his chin. “Master Gaara! Let me just finish up before the metal cools completely and I will get to you as soon as I can!”
Gaara nodded silently in affirmation of Lee’s words, not wanting to have to shout his reply over the roar of the hearth. He’d been standing not too far from the smith, at a distance just safe enough to avoid the sparks of metal. He’d been admiring the sureness in Lee’s blows and the powerful way his body flexed as he worked.
During the next few minutes while Lee worked, the sorcerer began to sweat from the heat of the fire. He tugged at his collar, breathing a little heavier than usual. It was like standing in an oven while Lee worked! The air around some of the metals was so hot that it blurred like a mirage. Gaara stripped off his long black cloak and tossed it behind him. It barely helped, so he unbuttoned his shirt and slid that off his shoulders as well, tossing it on top of his cloak with a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his brow and continued to watch the smith, enjoying the heat on his skin now rather than being overwhelmed by it.
Fishing out the plates from the water, Lee gave it a once over before he carefully hooked the ends of it to another piece he’d made earlier, forming an even line of protective scales fit to dress a warhorse. He carried it on one end with his tongs and hooked it on the wall beside the hearth, wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeved arm as he stepped back and nodded at his handiwork. There were a lot of things he could have improved on when bending and upsetting metal, but he was getting better with more intricate commissions.
“Yosh! Did you need me for a....a--” Mouth agape and eyes widened to their full roundness, Lee turned around to find a sight that caused his whole body to burn hotter than any hearth. Gaara stood there with his cloak and shirt off, hair blazing red with sparks of gold drifting in the air between them and making him look for all the world like a god of fire sent down to punish or bestow favor on him. He’d seen plenty of shirtless men before but never one whose skin was so unblemished and pale, not even a strand of chest hair in sight. Gaara’s eyes held such intensity they looked like embers. If his father had been right in praying to a god of hearth and iron, Lee would gladly lay his hammer and chisel at his altar if the smith’s patron looked anything like the sorcerer.
A gutteral moan stuck in his throat as he stepped back and tugged on his scarf, seeking respite from the heat in the room and from that building in his body. His eyes darted from one inch of flawless skin to another unbidden as he heard the demon whisper about how long Gaara had last had sex. The man would arch beautifully against his anvil, soot dusting his shoulders while he pounded into him like a hammer on steel. Shuddering, his eyes darkened at the thoughts he was having before he forced himself to speak. “What...what did you want, Master Gaara? Did you need something forged?”
This was bad! It had been easy to ignore the lust amplified by the demon during those first few days of possession, but the onslaught was taking its toll on the smith. Add to the fact that Gaara seemed to be enjoying whenever he grew flustered, with those side glances and faint smiles.
Gaara moved closer now that Lee was obviously at a stopping place with his work. The fire in the hearth was more huge than he’d ever seen it before Lee had taken over. He gazed at it briefly, mesmerized by the ever climbing, hungry, licking flames. It was quite beautiful.
“I was going to make a trip into town,” Gaara said as he stepped around Lee’s anvil. He wiped at his brow again. Losing his shirt had helped, but it was still very hot in here, making him sweat heavily. He thought he could feel trails of it dripping down his neck. Steam from the bowls of water clung to his skin, making him feel too moist and sticky. Gaara craned his neck to look up at the smith. “Is there anything you need from me before I go? Anything you want?”
What was a simple question sounded dangerously like an invitation to Lee’s ears, his mouth drying as their eyes met. Gaara’s skin glistened, sweat shining on his temples and neck, and
dripping down his chest; and Lee wanted to touch him again and see if Gaara was truly as indifferent to his desires as he let on. You will never know until you act.
“You.” The sound of his voice snapped the restraint he had on himself, the huskiness in his tone filled with the need he’d been reigning in all this time. On his skin, the demon’s marks began to crawl out and twist around his arms. It was too late to take back what he said, but he wanted, needed to boldly lean over his heated anvil and finally admit he desired Gaara. The heat of the forge blew across his skin as he breathed out heavily. “I want you.”
He took a step forward, then another, his eyes only looking at the sorcerer as the demon whispered for him to give in to his thoughts.
Gaara gulped and his eyes flashed wider as he registered what Lee had said, and recognized the look in his eyes. The intensity with which Lee was staring at him was enough to make the sorcerer’s stomach churn. When Lee began walking towards him, Gaara was almost tempted to take a step back. Something had gotten into the smith, and it was evident in the sudden rush of furtive energy that Gaara could feel in the air, and see in the slithering of the demon across Lee’s skin.
“You want... me.” Gaara stated slowly, holding his ground. He licked his lips and felt his breath shudder briefly. It was so hot in here. It was getting worse with each inch closer the possessed man came to him, like he was a second source of the heat. Gaara leaned his head to the side slowly. “How do you want me?”
The slow tilt of Gaara’s head bared the curve of his neck. Lee’s gaze latched onto the stretch of flesh hungrily as he continued to move forward. The fact that Gaara showed no signs of disgust or worse, only fueled his confidence to reach out and clasp Gaara’s bare arm. When he was standing close enough that their hips met, Lee uttered a small, needy grunt in frustration. The sorcerer could see what he did to Lee, and he was still making him describe what he wanted! “Gaara.” He growled, clasping Gaara’s other arm then thrusting his hips forward to let the other feel the bulge of his pants.
“Tell me to stop and I will. Say no and I will not touch you again. But do not tease me.” He ground out, eyes flickering black.
The sorcerer inhaled sharply and his eyes flashed at Lee’s sudden boldness. The smith was always so polite and earnest when he interacted with other people, Gaara hadn’t expected this at all. He could feel the press of solid flesh at his hip and feel the longing in the way Lee gripped him. Gaara knew that flashes of the demon were peering through, threatening Lee’s control or encouraging the smith’s urges, but the fact that Lee was asking first meant that he was still the one calling the shots in his body. Gaara shuddered and felt his chest tighten with anticipation. He licked his lips again as the heat in the room seemed to dry them.
“I’m not telling you to stop.” Gaara lifted his arms halfway to touch the smith’s sides in return. He broke eye contact and leaned forward to touch his lips to where the low hem of Lee’s shirt exposed his collarbone. The skin there was dark and tan, salty with sweat. He murmured, “Stop holding back. You’ve been doing it for a long time.”
The light kiss to his neck, almost sweet if it hadn’t sparked a hot flush, softened Lee’s features for a moment before he pulled Gaara against him tightly and bowed his head to capture Gaara’s mouth hungrily. His hands roamed over Gaara’s body from behind, one sliding up the sorcerer’s neck to latch onto his hair and tug back so he could suck and nibble on his lips. His other hand squeezed a fleshy hip before suddenly yanking on Gaara’s pants. The tight leather only snapped against Gaara’s ass but didn’t even budge.
Lee broke the assault on Gaara’s mouth to stare furiously at the stubborn pants, before the inky tendrils on his arms quivered and a black mass shot from his arms in a dozen thick shiny tentacles. He stepped towards the redhead again with the tentacles arching in the air and looming over his shoulders at the sorcerer. “Master Gaara.” He murmured, panting already from kissing the other man.
The sorcerer’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped briefly in surprise. His lips were tingling from the force of Lee’s kiss, and his heart was racing from having the smith’s hot, rough hands on his skin. When they broke apart and Gaara saw the tentacles writhing from Lee’s arms however, he blanched. Was this what the demon had in mind when he said that the would be willing during any ‘pleasurable acts’? He was letting Lee use his power to amplify both the desire and the power in his body? The potential made Gaara’s mouth water and his gut twist. He wiped away the sweat that was dragging down his temple and flushed skin, but it didn’t help. It was so hot in here. So much fire, so much heat. Gaara shuddered and felt a small groan in his throat.
“What are you waiting for, Lee?”
“Nothing. Not anymore.” Lee said before reaching out for the large bowl of water beside the anvil and throwing it over the heated metal. As steam rose in the room, he made quick work of his own clothes, throwing the apron carelessly aside and the tentacles bursting his shirt open and ripping it from his body. His trousers and underwear followed, falling to a heap on the floor. What Gaara hadn’t seen the day he examined Lee were muscled thighs and a thick cock nestled against dark curls. From the size of it, the growth potion did more than make Lee tall.
Cock springing erect, Lee palmed himself and stroked his length with a hiss, eyes lidded as he took in the sight of the redhead. There was a fresh bruise on the left side of his rib that he ignored as he placed his hands on Gaara’s waist and hoisted him up on the cooling anvil, tentacles slithering and coiling up the sorcerer’s ankles.
The smith nibbled along Gaara’s jaw, lapping at the sweat on his skin as his tentacles peeled and pushed tightly against Gaara’s pants, higher and higher until they reached the seat of his ass, darting between his thighs to rub and tease against his crotch. The smooth, slippery limbs were cool against the sorcerer’s heated skin.
“Ah-” Gaara gasped sharply and clung to Lee’s shoulders as the smith handled him. He groaned briefly, throat rumbling against Lee’s mouth as the sorcerer squirmed on the anvil. The tentacles had held a visual hint of the demon in that they almost seemed like shadows, until they touched him and he could feel the dragging of cool, solid flesh. The sensation of having the long, slippery appendages slithering up his legs made him shudder and kick out instinctively, but they quickly tightened and held his legs apart. “Ngh- fuck, Lee-” Gaara shuddered as his dick was rubbed through the leather, making his body flush hotter in want.
Gaara ducked his head forward to attach his lips to Lee’s shoulder, kissing past heavy breaths and clinging sharper with his fingertips across Lee’s shoulder blades. It had been ages since he’d felt passion like this. In fact, he thought he might never have felt passion so strong. He groaned again and his head fell back as he squirmed.
Lee’s teeth sank into the curve of Gaara’s neck at the sound of his name, an answering groan pushing past his lips as he sucked on his skin. The demon was silent in his mind, but he could feel the shared power between him and the black limbs emerging from his body. The tentacles pulled Gaara’s hips to the edge of the anvil, the ends narrowing and slipping under his leather pants to literally peel the fabric off flushed skin. His fingers found Gaara’s nipples and he began to roll and flick at the nub roughly with his thumb.
Two tentacles slid around Gaara’s waist and raised his lower body up, pressing his ass flush against Lee’s groin as the leather was peeled off. Lee gasped as his dick slid between Gaara’s cheeks, precum and sweat making the contact slick and hot. He reached between them and yanked whatever clothes Gaara had left to throw them to the side. “You are so beautiful, Master Gaara.” Lee murmured huskily as a tentacle pressed against the tight hole between Gaara’s cheeks. The limbs holding the sorcerer’s legs apart were stroking his thighs, their blunt tips parting to reveal tiny tongues that flicked over the head of Gaara’s dick.
Gaara gasped and his body jerked as the sensations bordered on overwhelming. The cool, slick tentacles were making his skin hypersensitive with every new shudder. Everything was so hot in contrast, blazing heat from the fire, the metal under his body, Lee’s skin, their breath, it almost felt like a heatstroke if it weren’t all so good. They were sweaty and dirty and Gaara could feel his usually static stricken hair being plastered to his temples. A sound of shock that was almost a yelp left him as he felt the tongues on his dick.
“Shit- fuck, umhn- Lee-” The sorcerer tried to lean back and look the smith in the face, but the tentacles weren’t letting him move anywhere, wrapped all around him tightly. He spoke into Lee’s ear instead, muscles fluttering and skin jumping without his control as he was touched. “You know how to- ah, fuck- be with- hah- w- with a man?”
Both tongues swirled over the flushed head of Gaara’s cock, teasing and keeping him pleasured without giving any real satisfaction. Lee shuddered as Gaara spoke in his ear, the meaning of his words registering a second later. The tentacle that had been pressing against Gaara’s ass slithered to cup and fondle his balls instead. “Nn- is it...is it not the same with- with a woman? Just push in here...” A finger traced the valley between Gaara’s cheeks and rubbed small circles against the puckered hole there. “And it should feel good...for you too.”
Lee had already started to dry hump the slick space between Gaara legs, cock pulsing every time the tongues accidentally brushed against his as they worked on the redhead. He pressed kisses to Gaara’s cheeks, trying to retain some sanity amidst the heat to hear what the sorcerer had to say.
“Oh, shit, yes-!” Gaara hissed. He tightened his hold on Lee’s shoulders briefly before letting them go, allowing the tentacles to hold him up as he ran his hands over Lee’s scared chest and sides. He tried to roll his hips with Lee’s fruitlessly. The stimulation was driving him mad! It was all so much, but at the same time not enough. “Y- yes, but it t-takes, mmhn! More preparation than that.”
Panting and struggling to stay focused instead of just letting Lee fuck him already, Gaara’s head rolled back only to roll forward again with a groan of effort. His dick was aching and his ass was already tingling. He caught Lee’s lips in a wet, hot kiss for a moment before returning his mouth to the smith’s ear. “I can’t lubricate like a woman does, and you need to stretch the ring of muscles before you can press inside. If you don’t do that first, you’ll only hurt me.”
Lee’s eyes were liquid black and lidded as Gaara pulled back from the kiss. He groaned at the explanation the sorcerer gave and at how erotic it sounded despite his inexperience having sex with men. "A-Alright. I do not want to hurt you." He licked his lips, searching for something to lubricate with.
Gaara was deliciously slick and hot against him, making it impossible to think clearly, so when the demon whispered a wicked solution to the problem- one that only a lust demon could offer- all Lee could do was take it. The tentacles around Gaara's legs pulled them even further apart and higher. The smith's lips pulled into an unfamiliar smirk while Lee laid the redhead down against the anvil. Hands anchored on Gaara's hips, he slid down Gaara's body and began to lick his way down his chest while the tentacle rubbing against Gaara's balls pressed against his ass once again.
The tip elongated and narrowed before squirming into Gaara by half an inch. With a deep breath, Lee drew on the demon's power to create a thick, viscous liquid that shot from the tentacle's tip. The liquid seeped into the very nerves in Gaara's ass until they were humming with sensitivity. The tentacle began to throb and thicken, stretching the ring of muscle as it twisted and rubbed against the walls inside.
"You feel so tight," Lee praised, lips closing over Gaara's perked nipple as he rubbed his dick between Gaara's thighs.
“Oh god-” Gaara’s eyes shot wide and his legs tried unsuccessfully to kick in shock. Holy shit! One of the tentacles was inside him, cool as it twisted and writhed. Gaara could feel something wet and potent, making his body shake as the tingling tripled and his blood burned. He arched back against Lee’s anvil as the smith touched him, tangling his fingers in dark silk locks of hair over his chest with a long, guttural moan under that hot tongue.
“Shit- god- too much-” Gaara shook his head and gave a low, choked cry. “G-gonna cum-!”
The tentacle in the sorcerer’s ass moved steadily, twisting and stroking just inside the entrance as it continued to bulge thicker. Gaara thought it might have hurt to be opened so quickly, but there was something in the lubrication that was making his nerves sing with delight instead.
Gaara’s cries and groans of pleasure hummed in Lee’s ears as he bit around the sorcerer’s nipple, hands stroking and raking over the man’s hips as the tentacle inside Gaara began to thrust. Lee panted against Gaara’s skin, humping in time with the appendage shaking the sorcerer's body. He could feel the sparks of magic everywhere their skin touched until he was drunk with it and drunk with Gaara himself.
It wasn't enough. He wanted to be inside Gaara, wanted his dick replacing the tentacle thrusting into the redhead. But Gaara's cries were getting sweeter and the tongues playing with Gaara's head were deviously slipping into the slit at the tip and sliding out to tickle the purple vein running under it.
“Come.” Lee growled, pinching Gaara’s other nipple roughly.
Gaara’s body jerked and his chin tucked sharply against his chest as his breath stopped. His sac drew up tightly and his dick pulsed as he spilled all over himself. The release was an immediate relief from the overwhelming sensations, but not the end of them. When it was over, Gaara’s body became relaxed and boneless from his head to his toes as he released his breath and allowed the slithering tentacles to do all the work holding him up. Gaara’s eyes were foggy and lidded as he looked up into Lee’s face.
“Now,” Gaara groaned softly. He reached up to cup Lee’s face, tracing the smith’s swollen lips with his thumb. “Take me now.”
(Part 2)
Chapter: 4/?
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three
Authors:
lucklessmallory and
chinesethorn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LeexGaara
Summary: Tentacles, ftw?! Gaara is a sorcerer outside of the small town where Lee works as a smith. When Lee sits in on one of Gaara's ritual summonings, something starts to go terribly wrong...
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Note: This chapter had to be posted here on LJ in two parts, due to length. The link to the second part is at the end of this post.
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As the days slowly passed, Gaara threw himself into his research, finding new challenges with which to test his power and the demon’s. On the third day of Lee’s possession, Gaara called to the demon and went with him in search of griffin feathers. Griffins were extremely rare beasts, and could sense a person’s intentions from over a mile away, which made them nearly impossible to approach. The demon had gotten Gaara close with ease, and even helped him find the nest. It had been so easy it was almost boring.
On the sixth day after Lee’s possession, Gaara had something else in mind. In his tower he called upon the demon to give him enough power to convert a handful of Lee’s coals into precious elements, and then had begun brewing potions from the ingredients that were worth more than half a kingdom’s treasury. He’d drawn on the demon’s power for that as well, eyes gleaming in mean delight the whole while. With his new power, he could channel miracles or disasters from almost nothing.
Now he was approaching the ballroom. His hair was sticking out around his head in thick bouts of static from today’s spells. Lee was working this time of day in the forge. Gaara was about to take a walk into town to sell a few minor poultices, but thought he should check on Lee before he left.
The hearth was at full blast with the ballroom at a near stifling heat. Lee kept the drapes closed to let him properly gauge the metal being heated. A dull clanging noise followed with each hammering blow on the orange-yellow steel laid out on the anvil. The smith had a thick scarf over his mouth as fire gleamed in his eyes. Despite having moved to Gaara’s mansion, he’d still managed to get commissions by taking quick trips to town. Those who didn’t avoid him continued to avail of the services he provided.
At the sound of Gaara’s footsteps echoing in the ballroom, Lee craned his neck towards the sorcerer, eyes crinkling in happiness despite the cloth covering whatever smile he wore. Turning his attention back to the heated metal, he carefully tipped the edge of the ridged plates over the narrow part of his anvil then drove carefully executed blows on the sides to form tiny hooks.
Satisfied with his work, Lee doused the steel plates in cold water then slid the scarf down his chin. “Master Gaara! Let me just finish up before the metal cools completely and I will get to you as soon as I can!”
Gaara nodded silently in affirmation of Lee’s words, not wanting to have to shout his reply over the roar of the hearth. He’d been standing not too far from the smith, at a distance just safe enough to avoid the sparks of metal. He’d been admiring the sureness in Lee’s blows and the powerful way his body flexed as he worked.
During the next few minutes while Lee worked, the sorcerer began to sweat from the heat of the fire. He tugged at his collar, breathing a little heavier than usual. It was like standing in an oven while Lee worked! The air around some of the metals was so hot that it blurred like a mirage. Gaara stripped off his long black cloak and tossed it behind him. It barely helped, so he unbuttoned his shirt and slid that off his shoulders as well, tossing it on top of his cloak with a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his brow and continued to watch the smith, enjoying the heat on his skin now rather than being overwhelmed by it.
Fishing out the plates from the water, Lee gave it a once over before he carefully hooked the ends of it to another piece he’d made earlier, forming an even line of protective scales fit to dress a warhorse. He carried it on one end with his tongs and hooked it on the wall beside the hearth, wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeved arm as he stepped back and nodded at his handiwork. There were a lot of things he could have improved on when bending and upsetting metal, but he was getting better with more intricate commissions.
“Yosh! Did you need me for a....a--” Mouth agape and eyes widened to their full roundness, Lee turned around to find a sight that caused his whole body to burn hotter than any hearth. Gaara stood there with his cloak and shirt off, hair blazing red with sparks of gold drifting in the air between them and making him look for all the world like a god of fire sent down to punish or bestow favor on him. He’d seen plenty of shirtless men before but never one whose skin was so unblemished and pale, not even a strand of chest hair in sight. Gaara’s eyes held such intensity they looked like embers. If his father had been right in praying to a god of hearth and iron, Lee would gladly lay his hammer and chisel at his altar if the smith’s patron looked anything like the sorcerer.
A gutteral moan stuck in his throat as he stepped back and tugged on his scarf, seeking respite from the heat in the room and from that building in his body. His eyes darted from one inch of flawless skin to another unbidden as he heard the demon whisper about how long Gaara had last had sex. The man would arch beautifully against his anvil, soot dusting his shoulders while he pounded into him like a hammer on steel. Shuddering, his eyes darkened at the thoughts he was having before he forced himself to speak. “What...what did you want, Master Gaara? Did you need something forged?”
This was bad! It had been easy to ignore the lust amplified by the demon during those first few days of possession, but the onslaught was taking its toll on the smith. Add to the fact that Gaara seemed to be enjoying whenever he grew flustered, with those side glances and faint smiles.
Gaara moved closer now that Lee was obviously at a stopping place with his work. The fire in the hearth was more huge than he’d ever seen it before Lee had taken over. He gazed at it briefly, mesmerized by the ever climbing, hungry, licking flames. It was quite beautiful.
“I was going to make a trip into town,” Gaara said as he stepped around Lee’s anvil. He wiped at his brow again. Losing his shirt had helped, but it was still very hot in here, making him sweat heavily. He thought he could feel trails of it dripping down his neck. Steam from the bowls of water clung to his skin, making him feel too moist and sticky. Gaara craned his neck to look up at the smith. “Is there anything you need from me before I go? Anything you want?”
What was a simple question sounded dangerously like an invitation to Lee’s ears, his mouth drying as their eyes met. Gaara’s skin glistened, sweat shining on his temples and neck, and
dripping down his chest; and Lee wanted to touch him again and see if Gaara was truly as indifferent to his desires as he let on. You will never know until you act.
“You.” The sound of his voice snapped the restraint he had on himself, the huskiness in his tone filled with the need he’d been reigning in all this time. On his skin, the demon’s marks began to crawl out and twist around his arms. It was too late to take back what he said, but he wanted, needed to boldly lean over his heated anvil and finally admit he desired Gaara. The heat of the forge blew across his skin as he breathed out heavily. “I want you.”
He took a step forward, then another, his eyes only looking at the sorcerer as the demon whispered for him to give in to his thoughts.
Gaara gulped and his eyes flashed wider as he registered what Lee had said, and recognized the look in his eyes. The intensity with which Lee was staring at him was enough to make the sorcerer’s stomach churn. When Lee began walking towards him, Gaara was almost tempted to take a step back. Something had gotten into the smith, and it was evident in the sudden rush of furtive energy that Gaara could feel in the air, and see in the slithering of the demon across Lee’s skin.
“You want... me.” Gaara stated slowly, holding his ground. He licked his lips and felt his breath shudder briefly. It was so hot in here. It was getting worse with each inch closer the possessed man came to him, like he was a second source of the heat. Gaara leaned his head to the side slowly. “How do you want me?”
The slow tilt of Gaara’s head bared the curve of his neck. Lee’s gaze latched onto the stretch of flesh hungrily as he continued to move forward. The fact that Gaara showed no signs of disgust or worse, only fueled his confidence to reach out and clasp Gaara’s bare arm. When he was standing close enough that their hips met, Lee uttered a small, needy grunt in frustration. The sorcerer could see what he did to Lee, and he was still making him describe what he wanted! “Gaara.” He growled, clasping Gaara’s other arm then thrusting his hips forward to let the other feel the bulge of his pants.
“Tell me to stop and I will. Say no and I will not touch you again. But do not tease me.” He ground out, eyes flickering black.
The sorcerer inhaled sharply and his eyes flashed at Lee’s sudden boldness. The smith was always so polite and earnest when he interacted with other people, Gaara hadn’t expected this at all. He could feel the press of solid flesh at his hip and feel the longing in the way Lee gripped him. Gaara knew that flashes of the demon were peering through, threatening Lee’s control or encouraging the smith’s urges, but the fact that Lee was asking first meant that he was still the one calling the shots in his body. Gaara shuddered and felt his chest tighten with anticipation. He licked his lips again as the heat in the room seemed to dry them.
“I’m not telling you to stop.” Gaara lifted his arms halfway to touch the smith’s sides in return. He broke eye contact and leaned forward to touch his lips to where the low hem of Lee’s shirt exposed his collarbone. The skin there was dark and tan, salty with sweat. He murmured, “Stop holding back. You’ve been doing it for a long time.”
The light kiss to his neck, almost sweet if it hadn’t sparked a hot flush, softened Lee’s features for a moment before he pulled Gaara against him tightly and bowed his head to capture Gaara’s mouth hungrily. His hands roamed over Gaara’s body from behind, one sliding up the sorcerer’s neck to latch onto his hair and tug back so he could suck and nibble on his lips. His other hand squeezed a fleshy hip before suddenly yanking on Gaara’s pants. The tight leather only snapped against Gaara’s ass but didn’t even budge.
Lee broke the assault on Gaara’s mouth to stare furiously at the stubborn pants, before the inky tendrils on his arms quivered and a black mass shot from his arms in a dozen thick shiny tentacles. He stepped towards the redhead again with the tentacles arching in the air and looming over his shoulders at the sorcerer. “Master Gaara.” He murmured, panting already from kissing the other man.
The sorcerer’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped briefly in surprise. His lips were tingling from the force of Lee’s kiss, and his heart was racing from having the smith’s hot, rough hands on his skin. When they broke apart and Gaara saw the tentacles writhing from Lee’s arms however, he blanched. Was this what the demon had in mind when he said that the would be willing during any ‘pleasurable acts’? He was letting Lee use his power to amplify both the desire and the power in his body? The potential made Gaara’s mouth water and his gut twist. He wiped away the sweat that was dragging down his temple and flushed skin, but it didn’t help. It was so hot in here. So much fire, so much heat. Gaara shuddered and felt a small groan in his throat.
“What are you waiting for, Lee?”
“Nothing. Not anymore.” Lee said before reaching out for the large bowl of water beside the anvil and throwing it over the heated metal. As steam rose in the room, he made quick work of his own clothes, throwing the apron carelessly aside and the tentacles bursting his shirt open and ripping it from his body. His trousers and underwear followed, falling to a heap on the floor. What Gaara hadn’t seen the day he examined Lee were muscled thighs and a thick cock nestled against dark curls. From the size of it, the growth potion did more than make Lee tall.
Cock springing erect, Lee palmed himself and stroked his length with a hiss, eyes lidded as he took in the sight of the redhead. There was a fresh bruise on the left side of his rib that he ignored as he placed his hands on Gaara’s waist and hoisted him up on the cooling anvil, tentacles slithering and coiling up the sorcerer’s ankles.
The smith nibbled along Gaara’s jaw, lapping at the sweat on his skin as his tentacles peeled and pushed tightly against Gaara’s pants, higher and higher until they reached the seat of his ass, darting between his thighs to rub and tease against his crotch. The smooth, slippery limbs were cool against the sorcerer’s heated skin.
“Ah-” Gaara gasped sharply and clung to Lee’s shoulders as the smith handled him. He groaned briefly, throat rumbling against Lee’s mouth as the sorcerer squirmed on the anvil. The tentacles had held a visual hint of the demon in that they almost seemed like shadows, until they touched him and he could feel the dragging of cool, solid flesh. The sensation of having the long, slippery appendages slithering up his legs made him shudder and kick out instinctively, but they quickly tightened and held his legs apart. “Ngh- fuck, Lee-” Gaara shuddered as his dick was rubbed through the leather, making his body flush hotter in want.
Gaara ducked his head forward to attach his lips to Lee’s shoulder, kissing past heavy breaths and clinging sharper with his fingertips across Lee’s shoulder blades. It had been ages since he’d felt passion like this. In fact, he thought he might never have felt passion so strong. He groaned again and his head fell back as he squirmed.
Lee’s teeth sank into the curve of Gaara’s neck at the sound of his name, an answering groan pushing past his lips as he sucked on his skin. The demon was silent in his mind, but he could feel the shared power between him and the black limbs emerging from his body. The tentacles pulled Gaara’s hips to the edge of the anvil, the ends narrowing and slipping under his leather pants to literally peel the fabric off flushed skin. His fingers found Gaara’s nipples and he began to roll and flick at the nub roughly with his thumb.
Two tentacles slid around Gaara’s waist and raised his lower body up, pressing his ass flush against Lee’s groin as the leather was peeled off. Lee gasped as his dick slid between Gaara’s cheeks, precum and sweat making the contact slick and hot. He reached between them and yanked whatever clothes Gaara had left to throw them to the side. “You are so beautiful, Master Gaara.” Lee murmured huskily as a tentacle pressed against the tight hole between Gaara’s cheeks. The limbs holding the sorcerer’s legs apart were stroking his thighs, their blunt tips parting to reveal tiny tongues that flicked over the head of Gaara’s dick.
Gaara gasped and his body jerked as the sensations bordered on overwhelming. The cool, slick tentacles were making his skin hypersensitive with every new shudder. Everything was so hot in contrast, blazing heat from the fire, the metal under his body, Lee’s skin, their breath, it almost felt like a heatstroke if it weren’t all so good. They were sweaty and dirty and Gaara could feel his usually static stricken hair being plastered to his temples. A sound of shock that was almost a yelp left him as he felt the tongues on his dick.
“Shit- fuck, umhn- Lee-” The sorcerer tried to lean back and look the smith in the face, but the tentacles weren’t letting him move anywhere, wrapped all around him tightly. He spoke into Lee’s ear instead, muscles fluttering and skin jumping without his control as he was touched. “You know how to- ah, fuck- be with- hah- w- with a man?”
Both tongues swirled over the flushed head of Gaara’s cock, teasing and keeping him pleasured without giving any real satisfaction. Lee shuddered as Gaara spoke in his ear, the meaning of his words registering a second later. The tentacle that had been pressing against Gaara’s ass slithered to cup and fondle his balls instead. “Nn- is it...is it not the same with- with a woman? Just push in here...” A finger traced the valley between Gaara’s cheeks and rubbed small circles against the puckered hole there. “And it should feel good...for you too.”
Lee had already started to dry hump the slick space between Gaara legs, cock pulsing every time the tongues accidentally brushed against his as they worked on the redhead. He pressed kisses to Gaara’s cheeks, trying to retain some sanity amidst the heat to hear what the sorcerer had to say.
“Oh, shit, yes-!” Gaara hissed. He tightened his hold on Lee’s shoulders briefly before letting them go, allowing the tentacles to hold him up as he ran his hands over Lee’s scared chest and sides. He tried to roll his hips with Lee’s fruitlessly. The stimulation was driving him mad! It was all so much, but at the same time not enough. “Y- yes, but it t-takes, mmhn! More preparation than that.”
Panting and struggling to stay focused instead of just letting Lee fuck him already, Gaara’s head rolled back only to roll forward again with a groan of effort. His dick was aching and his ass was already tingling. He caught Lee’s lips in a wet, hot kiss for a moment before returning his mouth to the smith’s ear. “I can’t lubricate like a woman does, and you need to stretch the ring of muscles before you can press inside. If you don’t do that first, you’ll only hurt me.”
Lee’s eyes were liquid black and lidded as Gaara pulled back from the kiss. He groaned at the explanation the sorcerer gave and at how erotic it sounded despite his inexperience having sex with men. "A-Alright. I do not want to hurt you." He licked his lips, searching for something to lubricate with.
Gaara was deliciously slick and hot against him, making it impossible to think clearly, so when the demon whispered a wicked solution to the problem- one that only a lust demon could offer- all Lee could do was take it. The tentacles around Gaara's legs pulled them even further apart and higher. The smith's lips pulled into an unfamiliar smirk while Lee laid the redhead down against the anvil. Hands anchored on Gaara's hips, he slid down Gaara's body and began to lick his way down his chest while the tentacle rubbing against Gaara's balls pressed against his ass once again.
The tip elongated and narrowed before squirming into Gaara by half an inch. With a deep breath, Lee drew on the demon's power to create a thick, viscous liquid that shot from the tentacle's tip. The liquid seeped into the very nerves in Gaara's ass until they were humming with sensitivity. The tentacle began to throb and thicken, stretching the ring of muscle as it twisted and rubbed against the walls inside.
"You feel so tight," Lee praised, lips closing over Gaara's perked nipple as he rubbed his dick between Gaara's thighs.
“Oh god-” Gaara’s eyes shot wide and his legs tried unsuccessfully to kick in shock. Holy shit! One of the tentacles was inside him, cool as it twisted and writhed. Gaara could feel something wet and potent, making his body shake as the tingling tripled and his blood burned. He arched back against Lee’s anvil as the smith touched him, tangling his fingers in dark silk locks of hair over his chest with a long, guttural moan under that hot tongue.
“Shit- god- too much-” Gaara shook his head and gave a low, choked cry. “G-gonna cum-!”
The tentacle in the sorcerer’s ass moved steadily, twisting and stroking just inside the entrance as it continued to bulge thicker. Gaara thought it might have hurt to be opened so quickly, but there was something in the lubrication that was making his nerves sing with delight instead.
Gaara’s cries and groans of pleasure hummed in Lee’s ears as he bit around the sorcerer’s nipple, hands stroking and raking over the man’s hips as the tentacle inside Gaara began to thrust. Lee panted against Gaara’s skin, humping in time with the appendage shaking the sorcerer's body. He could feel the sparks of magic everywhere their skin touched until he was drunk with it and drunk with Gaara himself.
It wasn't enough. He wanted to be inside Gaara, wanted his dick replacing the tentacle thrusting into the redhead. But Gaara's cries were getting sweeter and the tongues playing with Gaara's head were deviously slipping into the slit at the tip and sliding out to tickle the purple vein running under it.
“Come.” Lee growled, pinching Gaara’s other nipple roughly.
Gaara’s body jerked and his chin tucked sharply against his chest as his breath stopped. His sac drew up tightly and his dick pulsed as he spilled all over himself. The release was an immediate relief from the overwhelming sensations, but not the end of them. When it was over, Gaara’s body became relaxed and boneless from his head to his toes as he released his breath and allowed the slithering tentacles to do all the work holding him up. Gaara’s eyes were foggy and lidded as he looked up into Lee’s face.
“Now,” Gaara groaned softly. He reached up to cup Lee’s face, tracing the smith’s swollen lips with his thumb. “Take me now.”
(Part 2)