Gaara x rock Lee smut ||Galee||

Revolutionary paris part 2

Lee gave another sigh and began to lead Gaara to the living room, checking it was free of corpses before releasing his blindfold. "Je suis désolé. Neji can be cruel."

Gaara blinked as his vision was returned, and lifted his hands to rub at his eyes.

"It is fine. A dead man walking deserves little to no respect, especially by those holding the guns." He said quietly before looking at Lee, frowning only slightly. "So I am to be raped, too?" he asked, arms remaining hanging by his sides.

Was it possible to not anger this redhead? Here Lee was, and his group, taking his father's house. His family had been gathered up and they were to be executed at dawn. Lead from his room in nothing but his sleeping robe and told, fairly pointedly, that he was to be 'played' with before it happened and yet he barely bat an eye at any of it.

"Non." Lee said firmly. "Certainly not. I may be a...how would you say...abnormality myself, but there is no need to force it on others. Nor would I ever dream of doing such a thing." The thought sickened him. To take someone like that... In some situations it was worse than death.

"So why bring me here. Why inform your... commander that you are to 'play' with me?" Gaara asked, looking oddly curious and not relieved.

"It was he who said that I should play with you monsieur. I have no intention of doing such a thing. He also ordered me to bring you here. You have the next," he glanced at the clock "six hours to do as you wish. I will neither harm you, or taunt you." He sat on a chair some ways away from the boy and leant forward, head falling between his knees with a sigh.

The young man stood there, before walking over to the large window that had the curtains drawn. He pulled one of them open, and looked out at the city. There were lights on, and he could hear some yells from across the streets too. How many people were meeting their ends, tonight?

He frowned and walked away from the window and picked up a book that was on display in the large, expensively elaborate bookcase. Some had fallen... he didn't know that his brother had been tackled within this very room. Gaara flipped through the pages with little to no interest, before closing the book and replacing it in it's place, and doing the same to the others.

He actually began cleaning, of all odd things to do in the last few hours of ones life. And especially for someone of his level in the world, if he wanted people could have been paid to feed, bathe, and dress him. Even to wipe him clean after receiving himself. Yet here he was, the once heir to Sabakuno fortunes, cleaning the drawing room.

"You called yourself an abnormality." He spoke up after an hour or so cleaning. "Qu'est-ce que c'est... abnormality?" he queried, looking over to Lee who was still on the couch.

Lee looked up, watching the boy clean. "You have not guessed?" He said quietly. "I would have thought it was fairly obvious. Neji is not subtle."

"I was trying to be polite." Gaara replied, "Since you despite your position above me in this situation, have shown me it." he walked towards the couch and looked down at Lee. "You prefer the company of men, oui?" he asked, eyes half lidded.

"In all respects." Lee replied softly. "Women are...agaçant. They irritate me." He leant his head back, staring at the ceiling. It was decorated, bumps and curves carved out to make a picture. "C'est beau..."

"Hnn." Gaara said as he glanced up at the ceiling before sitting down besides Lee, his nightgown lifting up over his knees as he did. It was fairly short, since it was the summer months now. It was warm out, as well as inside.

" M'aussi.

"Really now?" Lee asked softly, eyes still on the ceiling. "Ah, but you have the freedom to indulge pas vous? It is not so easy amongst us lower folk." It was not the first time someone had lied to him in order to get on his good side. More than once a victim had offered themselves to him to save them from Neji's wrath. Lee never gave in.