Love Me Like XO, Kill Me Like XO {LeeGaa}

Week Six {part one}

I've now moved this fic to AO3 as well, but I will still update consistently on Wattpad too. Thank you to everyone for all your lovely support <3

This chapter contains Kankuro being a big softie, flirty LeeGaa banter, and trans!Shira (FTM). I love Shira so much and I wish he was a more important role in the Naruto Universe.

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Strong hands, gentle fingers, gliding over pale skin with low whispers and soft breathing.

Lee was kissing him. Slowly. So slow that it was erotic. He sucked on Gaara's lower lip, tongue sliding over his snakebites, blunt nails digging into his hips every time he released a hitched breath or a shaky sigh. Then their mouths were apart, and Gaara whined in protest as the older man lapped at his jawline, tonguing right up to his ear, tugging at the lobe with his teeth and humming with satisfaction when the redhead released a tiny moan as his breath ghosted over the canal, sending Gaara's senses into manic haywire.

Everything was warm, everything was soft, everything was comforting and safe and all Lee.

His hips bucked on command when the taijutsu student rolled his groin against his, desperate for contact. A mewl escaped Gaara's lips when his lover sucked hard on his neck, leaving a red-stained hickey that ached with no pain, but pure pleasure. Lee continued to rub their needs against each other at a teasingly steady pace. He bit down on Gaara's skin with a low moan.

"Ho bisogno di te," He whispered, showering kisses over the other man's chest as he pulled Gaara's shirt away, "ti amo, Gaara."

Gaara's skin throbbed from his raging pulse and the love-bites on his neck. When Lee kissed him again, he sighed against his lips, falling further and further into the feeling of lust and happiness and an emotion that he couldn't identify; an emotion that scared and encouraged him at the same time. Lee broke away, his adoring gaze locking with Gaara's desire-clouded irises.

"Mi ami?" Lee asked.

Gaara opened his mouth to respond.

But then he woke up. And rather viciously.

Skype's generic ringtone blasted against the walls of Gaara's room, knocking him awake and sending him flying off the bed in surprise. Face down on the carpet, the redhead released a muffled groan.

"Fuck..." He grumbled, raising himself off the floor so he could swipe the surroundings for his phone. He caught sight of it, laying atop the comforter on his bed, and stood to reclaim it- only to realise that he was hot, sweating, and unarguably hard. "Fuck." He repeated.

The ringing continued, taunting him, and Gaara glared at Kankuro's call ID on the screen of his phone. Snatching it off his bed, he answered, refusing to turn on his camera: he did not need more reasons for his older brother to tease him.

"Kankuro, I literally just woke up."

"Wha? It's almost nine AM- that's super late for you!"

"I was sleeping pretty deeply." He mumbled, throwing off his sweat-slick shirt. "What do you want?"

"A kitten."

Gaara rolled his eyes. "Fuck off."

"Ouch." Kankuro raised an eyebrow at him. "What made you wake up on the wrong side of bed today?"

"I had-" Gaara paused, "I had a weird dream."

"Go on."

"It's not important." He pressed, bringing the phone with him into the en suite bathroom. He set it down on the counter so he could focus on splashing his face with water, trying to cool the fiery hue across his cheeks.