rock lee roleplay, written by shou.
sideblog, following back from @lvyeshou. mainly a private, secondary muse for mutuals! a kinder surprise. a secret menu item. a jumpscare.
“Oh.” He supposes five minutes won’t do much more, then, but still. Gai-sensei always said that honourable shinobi abided by the rules they set.
So Lee hangs, forehead exposed with his hair compliant to the pull of gravity, as if it has any other choice. He watches Neji start without him. “Is that mine? You got a drink for me?” As he speaks, Lee starts swinging forwards and backwards on the branch.
He's getting comfortable - crossing his legs, leaning against the trunk of the tree. He sips his tea, content to sit. He's used to Lee's shenanigans by now.
A big smile splits across Lee’s face. Two minutes pass easily, and Lee does a hanging sit-up, before flipping down to the grass in a series of twirls. He lands in a crouch beside his teammate.
“Thank you!” Lee reaches across Neji’s lap to retrieve his drink, and settles cross-legged facing Neji’s side. He balances the drink on Neji’s knee as he breaks the seal with a pop, and leaves an arm lying over his thigh. “I wish I could be taller. Haku is the same height as me now. I think they might outgrow me soon.”
He'll sit at the base of the tree. He places the bag down, before reaching in. He's taking out Lee's drink and placing it on the side of his lap farthest from Lee. Then getting his own. He stabs it with a straw. And sips!
“Oh.” He supposes five minutes won’t do much more, then, but still. Gai-sensei always said that honourable shinobi abided by the rules they set.
So Lee hangs, forehead exposed with his hair compliant to the pull of gravity, as if it has any other choice. He watches Neji start without him. “Is that mine? You got a drink for me?” As he speaks, Lee starts swinging forwards and backwards on the branch.
Neji is staring at him. Silently. He has been for a few minutes now.
Lee, too, has been staring at him.
It is a competition, right? Some kind of challenge? Maybe Neji's warming up to this "rivalry" that Gai-sensei keeps talking about.
But they haven't talked about the rules. Lee has already blinked a few times. Does that mean he's lost? But Neji has blinked too. Neji hasn't said anything. Maybe Lee should say something? He doesn't really know, actually, whether Neji has really been studying him all this time, or has he merely blanked out? It's hard to tell with his all-white eyes.
"Neji, how do we know when one of us has won? And what is the challenge?"
Lee blinks at him. It is a reasonable question; it is less likely that they would die together, than for either of them to die before the other.
“Why not? Which one do you want?” He probably should work on his will, thinking of it. Gai had been speaking to him about it recently.
“And does this mean, if you die first, then I get one of your bones? It is a youthful idea, Neji, a pact between teammates that brings our precious bond beyond the limits of this life! Oh, and, is the skull considered one bone? And what about teeth?”
Neji gestures for Lee to sit beside him, patting the grass. His Byakugan spurs to life - he's looking at Lee's bones, through skin and muscle.
"... your left radius and ulna." He holds his hand out silently, as if expecting Lee to understand he wants to hold his arm.
Neji is quiet for a moment. "You can't have my skull. I would want Tenten to have that. Teeth..." He considers it. "I could have one of yours already. I'm sure you've lost enough during fights that you would not miss one more."
He can't quite remember the names of the specific bones, but he supposes, when Neji holds his hand out, it's probably his arm bones. Though Neji doesn't direct him with words, Lee reads his body language perfectly; he drops to the ground in a cross-legged position, and places his arm, warm and slick with sweat, into Neji's palm.
He nods. "Yes, Tenten should get your skull." It makes sense. The two were as tight as thieves, nearly inseparable. There were times that he, perhaps, coveted the bond they shared, but it was sufficient, most times, to share in their embrace in a way that made sense, in a way that was natural. As far as friends could be soulmates, Lee thinks that he's found this in them.
"My teeth are precious tools! I should not like to extract them intentionally while I am still alive. You will have to wait until I die." He tugs his arm just so Neji loosens his grip, and slides it along his palm till he's grasping Neji's fingers in his. Fingers that impart life or death with the slightest of touch. Fingers that have spread over Lee's chest uncountable times, to hold his chakra, to warm it. "It will pain me to lose you, Neji. But if I must mourn you, your hand will be a comforting memory to have and hold."
He has to think about it, but he doesn’t think for very long. “No, I do not think so. I can think of many things that are not competitions.”
It is a little odd for Shino to approach him so suddenly and ask this. Lee can’t remember if they’ve ever really talked before this, actually. He knows Shino is from the cohort after his, that he’s an Aburame, and that he was in the chunin exams last year.
The sight of a master of precision like Neji just on the brink of losing control, his expression taut, his body seeking more involuntarily, is fascinating. Neji got here much faster than Lee had expected, but he isn’t complaining; he drinks in the sight with parted lips and a hunger in his eyes.
“You must be close,” he says, blatantly ignoring Neji’s protest at his noises. “I can tell because-because you are so hard. And-” He reaches up with his other hand to cup Neji’s balls lightly, and roll them in his grasp. “-so tight.”
He twist me his hand now in short strokes over the top of his cock. “We might get there in record time. Come on, before we get caught.” The volume of his encouragement grows a little as anticipation carries him away.
Neji contemplates banging his head against the wall for a second. He was used to Lee’s need to talk. But he was still somehow always surprised by it in times like this. Lee had too much energy to spend, regardless of what the situation was.
What Lee says is filthy and humiliating to him. His hands, his utterly shameless encouragement… Neji for half a moment wonders how he has ended up in this situation, but it’s a hazy thought in the back of his mind. The only coherent thoughts he had were focusing on the pleasant tingling building up in his stomach.
His hips jerk up into Lee’s hand, harder and harder with each stroke of his fist. His hand clamps down over his mouth, attempting to keep any noises at bay. He hears Lee’s voice, saying something about record time and telling him to “come on”.
It’s hardly a moment later before Neji’s hips push forward, his legs squirming before going taut. His eyes are closed tight; his Byakugan flashes to life, not focusing on anything in particular. His vision catches sight of them, as his cum streaks onto Lee’s face, onto his cheeks and lips.
A soft, quiet whimpering moan escapes his throat.
Neji’s body relaxes, almost sliding down the wall. He’s panting and flushed and he’s still staring at Lee’s face through his Byakugan.
It is captivating, enough for Lee to fall silent at last as he watches the way Neji squirms against the hand that rests against his thigh more for leverage than resistance. The prodigy, falling to pieces with a hand pressed to his mouth, whimpers escaping him nonetheless, is a visual that makes Lee throb between his thighs.
"Yes," Lee breathes, in his voice a note of triumph, when Neji's body tightens. Record time, indeed - his chest fills with both anticipation and self-satisfaction.
The jets of cum make him flinch with a gasp, thick lashes fluttering reflexively as the warm liquid alights on his cheeks and lips. He keeps stroking through the orgasm, till Neji whimpers, then slides his hand down to the base of his cock to spread and press his sticky fingers against his hip. "So beautiful, Neji."
The taste is salty on his lips. His tongue darts out to wipe his lips clean, and- he wants to nudge his face into the crook between Neji's thigh and his groin, he wants to breathe in the scent of him there, sweaty and slick and thick.
Instead, Lee sits back on his heels, gaze open and inviting as he grasps Neji's hand in his clean one, and pulls it to the side of his own face.
[ steady ] sender grabs receiver's arm to steady them before they fall over
He must have ... done it again ... ran till his legs gave out. The weights at his ankles are impossibly heavy, and it's nigh impossible to lift his heel for even another step.
Lee practically leans his full weight onto her as his knees buck beneath him. Ino surprises him with the strength in her slender arm, though Lee supposes by now he should know better than to underestimate her. She's shown him her fierce strength a couple times now, hasn't she?
But still, his legs shake uncontrollably with the exertion of keeping upright, and Lee smiles bravely up at Ino. With sweat drenching every inch of his body, his hair mussed, and his breaths coming in desperate pants, he must look quite disheveled. Still, a thumbs-up finds its way to the air, trembling but valiant.
"Thank you, Ino-chan! You saved me! I–" His knees buck again, and he starts to pull Ino down with him. "–I think I might need to sit down."
Rock Lee (李石 Li Shi) had a older sister, Jade Lee (李璘 Li Xuan), who died when she was 7 and he was 6.
Their parents are civilians who were persuaded by recruiters to enroll their children in the Academy (I'm sure there were Pleasant incentives offered and nationalistic ideals reinforced).
Lee also has undiagnosed ADHD and was bouncing off the walls as a kid. They figured an active education/career could be suitable for him.
Jade was, like him, cheerful and energetic, but without the ADHD aslkdjasldlk and they were pretty close. She was able to manipulate chakra, and was fairly adept at it.
He was often disappointed that he couldn't pick up ninjutsu, but she'd encourage him and try to train him. On account of his sister's good grades in the Academy, Lee was allowed to enroll in it despite not demonstrating a basic ability to use chakra -- if his sister could learn, he probably could as well.
His parents were no strangers to the dangers that shinobi faced, but when met with the death of their firstborn, their resistance to Lee wanting to be a shinobi only grew. This is reinforced when Lee is failing his ninjutsu and genjutsu classes and his teachers are like ... your son isn't cut out to be a shinobi, he's completely talentless ...
But Lee insisted on staying in the Academy, wanting to prove himself, partially on behalf of his late sister, but mostly for himself, and as much as his parents worried, they reluctantly let him choose what he thinks he wants, even though he's like... eight at this point.
He has a chance encounter with Gai around this time [x] [x] which persuades him to stay and push on.
Getting put on Gai's team when he's 12 completely and finally cements his path as a shinobi, and it's also where his relationship with his parents starts to fray a lot.
They're upset that he's coming home beaten and bruised, whether from missions or from training, and that he wakes up early to essentially torture himself day to night in pursuit of his "dreams".
Lee comes home in a fucking bowlcut one day and also five sets of elastane onesies because he "wants to be just like Gai-sensei" and is raving nonstop about this man. His parents do get to meet Gai and absolutely do not like him.
He doesn't hate his parents for this - in fact, he adores them, and is often snuggling close to them, but he needs independence to pursue his dreams, and it isn't helping to have his parents coddling, nagging, and talking about their anxieties to him pretty much every day.
All of this eventually culminates in a huge fight when Lee tells his parents that he's going to get the Surgery (special shoutout to Gai for goading Lee into getting it) and he moves out pretty much immediately after it.
He definitely goes back home to have dinner with them at least once a week if he can, and they love each other, but Lee's Choices are often a source of friction and eventually they avoid talking to him about things like these altogether to keep the peace.
As for his sister, very few know about her - probably only team Gai, and any partners he might have.
This is the difference between Lee and his teammate: a preamble. It might even be something that positions Neji a little closer to their sensei than Lee; Lee would have simply asked.
It does explain why Neji had just been standing there, staring at Lee while he completed his set of sprints. He must have been waiting patiently for an appropriate time.
Lee straightens, intrigued. “What is it? Please ask!”
Lee blinks at him. It is a reasonable question; it is less likely that they would die together, than for either of them to die before the other.
“Why not? Which one do you want?” He probably should work on his will, thinking of it. Gai had been speaking to him about it recently.
“And does this mean, if you die first, then I get one of your bones? It is a youthful idea, Neji, a pact between teammates that brings our precious bond beyond the limits of this life! Oh, and, is the skull considered one bone? And what about teeth?”
This is the difference between Lee and his teammate: a preamble. It might even be something that positions Neji a little closer to their sensei than Lee; Lee would have simply asked.
It does explain why Neji had just been standing there, staring at Lee while he completed his set of sprints. He must have been waiting patiently for an appropriate time.
Lee straightens, intrigued. “What is it? Please ask!”
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