Lost in Your arms

Chapter Four

"I will go get you some water and a washcloth. You stay here." Lee said after he broke the kiss. He was up and out the door before Gaara could protest, he washed his hand's in the sink and filled up a glass before wetting a small handtowel and returning to the drowsy omega. The sand shinobi lay sprawled out, seemingly dosing, dark lidded eyes closed against his pale skin.

"Here you are little one," Lee said, his heart in his throat as he watched the beautiful omega, still confused on how they had gotten where they were in a matter of hours. Mate, this was his mate.

"You keep calling me that...I think I actually like it." Gaara's right eye winked open, a pretty blush staining his cheeks as he sat up and reached out to take the cup, drinking it gratefully. It felt nice to be treated like he was someone precious, not just a warrior. Lee was too damned perfect, walking around with an aching hard-on but not even bothering to give himself attention, more concerned with getting Gaara a drink than taking care of his own needs.

It was an enviable trait that Gaara did not have. Gods, he was aching for Lee's touch already.

"Well, you are small." Lee teased, a grin curling his lips while he settled beside Gaara.

He sank into place, bending to press a light kiss to Gaara's lips before sitting upright to start gently wiping down his omegas body with a cool cloth. He ran it lightly over his overheated cheeks and across the swell of his chest, grinning when Gaara let out an uncharacteristic whine when he grazed the material over his nipples. Lee let the younger man maintain his modesty, trailing the fabric beneath Gaara's sheet to clean his slickened thighs and semen covered belly to remove the evidence of his heat.

"Your really fucking good at this," Gaara said appreciatively, his long fingers idly twirling in Lee's hair. It was the first time in several hours that the need to mate wasn't tearing at him, a hum in the background, instead of driving him mad. It was amazing what a little orgasm could do for a man.

"If I am honest, I am enjoying it quite a bit. The alpha in me is very pleased to take care of you." Lee said while he watched beautiful blue-green eyes slip closed. The smaller man stretched languidly, arms hanging above him as he let Lee clean his body, his features wrinkling with discomfort when Lee grazed the fabric over the too sensitive flesh of his cock.

"You are so beautiful, I am unashamed to admit that I have wanted to say that to you since I met you," Lee said, his eyes trailing over pale flesh and lightly toned muscle. The compliment had Gaara blushing so brightly his hair almost matched his face, it was a look one never expected to see on a man who could regularly kill someone with little more than a wave of his hand. It pulled a laugh from Lee, and he grinned, liking this awkward, new side to the powerful omega.

"I will have to compliment you more often, you look lovely in red." Lee teased, making Gaara groan and punch him in the shoulder. Rock Lee chuckled, rocking with the blow, and finished wiping the last inch of Gaara's skin before he tossed the cloth out the door to join Gaara's dirty clothes.

He drew in a calming breath, the honey-sweet smell of omega heat burning through his lungs, hot and addictive. He cleared his throat, and with a grunt, he discreetly adjusted the bulge of his erection in his pants and reclined next to the sprawled out redhead. His strict control over his own raging hormones was the only thing that kept him calm when surrounded by the scent of his needy mate.

"You smell amazing," Gaara admitted, his skin flushed, the earthy smell of alpha assaulting his senses, now edged with the spice of arousal. He swallowed hard as his belly twisted with renewed need. He rolled to face Lee, dropping his head to the other man's bare chest and sighing as he felt calloused fingertips trail up the dip of his spine. He heaved out a breath, not quite ready to be a lust-crazed omega just yet, he could ignore the ache for a while longer. He slowly traced his fingertips over the hard muscle of Lee's abdomen, shivering at the sight of gooseflesh rising on tan skin.