Why He Shouldn't Have Waited
A story from Haku's point of view about a time when Zabuza showed surprising kindness to him. Some(okay a lot) of shota, pedo stuff going on. Oh, and some beautiful descriptions of Zabuza's junk! XD
Disclaimer: I don't own, although I don't even think Kishi would care that I used his dead characters...
My master was never as cruel as many thought him to be. It was true that he used me as a tool, a living weapon, and nothing more. He was coarse, and rough, like the blade of a very old knife that has seen too many days, and desperately needs to be sharpened. But, my Lord Zabuza did not need to be sharpened, because he liked his rough edges, for they caused him to be much more painful to those he would turn his blade against.
And yet, as viciously evil as he proved himself to be time and time again, he never truly turned his blade against me. He loved to hurt me, with his hand and with his words, it seemed to bring him much joy. I endured it, dutifully, like any good tool would. Eventually, I even grew fond of his harsh tone and the sting of his palm. They comforted me, reminded me that Zabuza still had use for me, if only to appease his boredom from time to time. If he had ever ignored me, then that would cause me pain that was unimaginable, ferocious! No, his anger and his scorn were far more desirable than his apathy, which would have made me crumble away to the nothing that I really am.
Zabuza was the kindest to me in one respect, particularly. He even waited, unfortunately for me, until I was ten years old before he decided it was time for me to be of use to him a different way than I had been before.
I remember wondering why he did not use me instead of filthy women to satisfy himself in bed. I would always listen on the other side of the paper doors as he ravished them, their gleeful screams sending nothing but a strong dislike for women through my young and impressionable body. It was him that I wanted, why would he ignore his loyal tool just for this type of pleasure? Staring at myself in mirrors of ice as I practiced new techniques to further serve his every wish, I saw a body I could use to appease him in the bedroom, but he never commanded me to try such a thing, and I knew better than to attempt some sort of seduction. I was tempted many times, when I watched him bathe, his glistening muscles just aching for me to touch, his virile manhood ready to take me if he so desired. I wanted nothing more than to make it mine, just as I wanted him to make me his, I wanted to become even more of his possession, I wanted him to own me even deeper than he already did.
When I turned ten, an event which I thought would go unnoticed by my Master, Zabuza called upon me into his room. Expecting orders to do with using my talent of spying or other such means,I was caught off guard when I entered and saw him wearing nothing but a towel. It was just after he had finished his bath, so I ignored it, until he said to me in his manly growl,
"Strip."
I could barely stop my heart from bursting out of my chest at his words, for a moment I was so dazed I nearly forgot to follow his order. After a sharp glance I regained my composure, my beating heart still continuing to race faster than I'd ever felt it before. I slowly removed all of my clothing and stood in the cold room, barely anticipating what would come next. He just stared at me, the most unreadable expression in his cold eyes, until finally he spoke in a soft grunt,
"I wanted to wait for you to grow a bit more, but it seems like you're going to stay as thin as a little girl. I don't want to wait anymore, but it's going to hurt. Maybe even too much for a tool as obedient as you."
He almost said it like a question, and I wondered, still young as I was, what I could do to show my worthiness as a tool to even assist him with his pleasure. While racking my brain to think of some way to show him my dedication, he stood up from his seat on the bed. With one quick movement he threw aside the towel he was covering himself with and stepped closer to me. With his monstrous height and my general petiteness, I was almost standing face to face with what I desired most. Trying desperately to keep any offending look off my face, I lifted my head to look into his eyes.
"You can start by doing this, can't you?"
Working to keep my breathing steady was the hardest part. Bringing my hands up, I tentatively held the steadily growing warmth between my fingers. Just the sensation of my master's pulsing flesh sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but whimper as my own arousal grew from the feel of my master's generous length, so strong and firm, in my tiny childlike palms. I thought I was going to cry, or stop breathing, I was shaking so much I'm surprised he didn't hit me for it. I closed my eyes, hoping he would wait for me to calm down before giving up on me and running off to find some woman again.
Then, just the thought of another girl in the same position I was in, ready to serve him in any way he commanded, got me under control. I would not let my master use another tool, I would be the only one he would ever need, I could do anything he asked of me, that was my one job, it was all I was good for. It was my life.
With a new conviction that burned in me even hotter than my desire for him, I opened my eyes and saw my hands wrapped around his still only half-hard member. I knew what I had to do. I slowly moved my hands up and down his length, from the first movement he grunted his approval, it seemed he had been waiting for me, and I grew more confident. As his desire grew, so did mine, but now it was under control, because I knew it was my duty not to fail him, not to ruin the beautiful opportunity I had before me.
As if moving on their own, my hands knew exactly what to do to make my master feel good. My breathe was coming in rasps as I held my face ever closer to his manhood. It was like it was drawing me in, controlling my body making it feel strange, obscene, things. Before long my mouth began to water and, knowing nothing of what I was doing, and not wanting to anger Zabuza, I held back. That is, until Zabuza grew moist too, and my hunger tripled to the point where I could no longer resist. I sprung forward, unthinking, and wrapped my mouth around his rigid member, desperate to satisfy my craving. He was surprised at my sudden action, flinching slightly as my lips cradled him softly, treasuring the taste of his skin on my tongue.
I carefully restrained myself for fear of choking if I became to enthusiastic. Zabuza did the same, not thrusting down my throat(although I wouldn't have complained if he had), and never commanding me to do anything but what I was already busy doing. When he put his big, warm hand in my hair though, I almost lost it.
It was the most fragile gesture he had ever made towards me. His hands, with which he held his sword so strong, was gently stroking my hair, as if to calm me down. Unfortunately, it had to opposite effect. I was already having difficulty restraining my own raging erection that I had because of the thrill of finally being able to give my master solace, and serve him in a new way, that when he showed such kindness to me, as if my hair could feel the pleasure from his fingertips, I was so hot I felt I would burst.
I drove my mouth further along his length, swallowing it as far as a ten year old could and riding my tongue along the tip, sucking in every sense I could, from his salty taste to his watery smell, much like the sea breeze. My sudden deep-throat movement surprised him and he removed his hand, thinking that was the cause. When the warmth on top of my head was removed I let slip a hum of disapproval. I was the one who was surprised next, when my slight hum made my master grab a hold of my hair again, but not gently this time. He threw me back, both of us breathing heavily, I on the floor with a still untouched hardness, and him standing, holding his head in his hand as if he had a headache.
"Zabu-?" I began to ask, not daring to move from the floor.
"Shut up!" he spat, lowering his hand from his face. He glanced at me for a moment, then jerked his head towards the bed, adding, "Lay down on there."
I did as he commanded, instantly crawling onto the pale blue sheets and laying on my back, wondering what he would do to me now, and anticipating every second of it. He just stared at me for a few moments from where he was, then he leaned over me, and placed his mouth on mine in a very quick kiss. I was so shocked I barely even noticed what he did next, until I felt something wet and warm hit my face, and saw him stand back up, staring off into the distance as he muttered,
"Take care of yourself."
I glanced down at myself, finally noticing a painful ache between my legs. I laid back on the sheets, closing my eyes as disappointment settled like acid in my stomach.
"Yes, Zabuzu-san."
I don't think he noticed the tears that I could not stop from leaking out as I frantically stroked myself, spurred only by the leftover smell on the sheet from my master, the taste of his cum on my mouth, and the lingering feeling of his warmth between my lips.
It was a few years before Zabuza ever went any farther with me. He said that the me that was still a child would not have been able to handle going all the way at that time, but he was wrong.
If only he had let his heat fill me up from the inside at that time, we could have had many more years together in which I showed him my true dedication, my true usefulness. Zabuza never used women after that incident, and he repeated similar acts like the first one. But, I was already fourteen by the time he agreed to enter me, and fifteen the day that I died.
Erm... this is depressing, but just imagine they have endless, hot, amazing sex in heaven after they both go there together when they die! Now, doesn't that make you feel better? XD
I know this is a super old pairing, and I'm not expecting a whole lot of feedback on this, but if you read, it'd be nice if you could review as well. ^_^
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