"Mmmm..." Haku moaned lightly, feeling himself coming closer and closer. "Zabuza-san... go faster... just a little bit... please.." he choked out, forcing his eyes open even though the great waves of pleasure made him want them to shut. Closer... closer... closer... almost there...

Haku shot up, his eyes as wide as saucers. His eyes met only almost pitch black darkness. Slowly, the dream faded completely, and he slowly realised... It had been a dream.. once again... it had just been a dream. Slowly, as this realisation sank in, he felt a great wave of sadness follow.
'Of course it was a dream.' he thought to himself. 'Zabuza hasn't so much as layed his hand on my shoulder since I was twelve...'

He shifted slightly, and gasped out loud when he did so. Now, his eyes had adjusted, and he could see the damage his dream had done. It had come, although it hadn't in his dream, he had come in the real world, and now he could see the dark spot in the lower region of his light pink kimono. He sighed, and glanced at the older male, who was laying on the bed beside him.

When Zabuza had first 'adopted' Haku, he had bought a small mat. For years, that mat had served as a simple bed for Haku. But, just recently the older man had suddenly thrown out the mat, and told Haku that he was getting too old to sleep on the cold floor-- that it wasn't good for him. He simply dismissed this as Zabuza wanting to make sure his tool was good enough to be used in fighting. When he was invited to share beds with him, though, he was hesitant. But of course, he did as his master wanted him too.

And it had been then the dreams had started.

But that didn't matter right now, Haku decided. He didn't have time to think about how this had come to be-- he just needed to get himself cleaned up before this... mess... was discovered. So, he slowly pulled the remaining blankets and sheets from his body, and stepped unto the floor, lightly padding towards the doorway. Before he left the room, he glanced once more at his master, whispering in a soft, almost angelic voice.

"I'll be back... Zabuza-san..."

It would be easy just to stay in the house. But it was a beautiful night, and Haku decided that, instead of that, he'd go out. Nearby, he knew of a hot spring. He could wash up there. And, he could also think easiler. He left the house, glancing back a few times on his way down the soft dirt forest path, to make sure things were fine. He arrived within a few moments.

The warm water of the natural hot spring was inviting, as he quickly shed his soiled kimono, and crawled into the water, sinking down so that his chin was touching the surface of the water. His loose hair frayed out around him, floating upon the water. He closed his eyes, and sighed softly, taking in the silence around him. But within a few seconds of closing his eyes, slowly Haku could see the figure of Zabuza in his mind. Completely bare. As he had been in the dream.

Haku knew exactly what Zabuza looked like. A few times in his childhood, he had wondered upon the older male when he was doing private activities, bathing, getting dressed... and some other things. He had never, miraculously, been caught in those times. Yes, he did know. How every single muscle rippled from his form, how he had a cock bigger than Haku though he'd ever--

His eyes snapped open, and he nearly jumped up in the water, clinging to his own arms as if trying to comfort himself. "No!" he told himself, shattering the silence of the night. "I can't think that way. Zabuza-san would never... never think of me like that... consider pleasing me in such a way. Never.."

But then an idea slowly crept it's away into Haku's mind.