What Is This Loving Feeling?

Hello all, my first story after returning to I hope you all like it.

Yes! It is a Zabuza-Haku pairing here... Because they're so incredibly adorable. Though I'm going to try hard to stay as far in character as I can... The fact that this is even happening is a little off in itself :p.

Summary: Odd things and feelings have been circulating in the world of Zabuza and his tool. Haku is beginning to notice strange things, sensations and emotions that were never there before, not to mention the odd way his precious person is acting. Leering glances are exchanged... What will become of the lethal pair?

Warning: Well, yaoi of course... Some future things you people might not like... This IS NOT a lemon... Some soft fluff and mushy goodness... So as not to ruin the surprise for everyone, if you want to know what the major warnings are, ASK ME! x3.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or these characters in any way, shape or form. Perhaps if I did . There would be a lot more secret glances from Zabuza to Haku... And a bit more lovin going on x3.

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Chapter 1 - Something New

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The rain padded softly against the solid clay shingles of the shrine's roof. Simple chocolate hued eyes stared out over the vast expanse of forest that they'd settled in during this time of turmoil. Soft feminine features were curled gently within the light yukata he'd chosen to adorn himself with, the sweet pink pattern adding a warming color to the horribly gray day.

It was cold, nearly the dead of winter truly, but he didn't notice. Growing up in a place that snowed every day had taught him the true meaning of warmth. Haku sat, quietly, alone on the large porch of the temple, watching the rain fall fast and hard from the sky; small furry inhabitants of the forest surrounding him scurried in a hurried manner to take cover from the chilling downpour.

"Another day. More rain." his gentle voice spoke out, to no one... Not even himself truthfully. The boy loved the rain, it somehow brought peace into the bloody life he lived; not that a tool deserved peace. The existence of one such as himself was determined by his master, his precious one... "Zabuza..." his whispered once more in the empty manner as before.

Haku truly desired to call him something more, something softer than the feared name of the demon. But that too was not his choice, to be so bold as to disrespect his master by replacing his honored title with something so... so... casual, it would be an insult from nothing more than a weapon.

Finally he stood, after sitting in the same, dry, now bodily warmed spot of wood flooring, sock covered feet making little sound as he made his way indoors, padding quietly into the door leading to the room he'd been bestowed with. Nothing much resided in the nearly empty box of for walls and a floor; merely the small futon, folded in the center of the room, a set of wash basins on a simple table in the far corner and of course a few general changes of clothing folded by the door. Entering the shadowed room he slid the door shut behind him, as to not let the slowly acquired warmth from it's contents.

Alone... He was utterly alone, once more.

His master had left him hours ago, on the hunt... Not that eating was entirely important, going days without food was what they trained for, it was the way of the shinobi in times like these...

'Zabuza... No... Zabu-K...' His thoughts cut off by a loud door slamming open and the sound of wet footsteps fallowed by a large thud in the main room...

Quickly Haku stood, leaving his room and padding down the hall into the larger room to see the powerful Zabuza, drenched in wetness, feet covered in mud, dripping all over the floor with a dead, lump of an animal crumpled pitifully at his feet. Haku frowned,

'Poor thing...' He thought before shaking off such thoughts.

His master said not a word. Walking past him at an odd, brisk pace, should brushing his own in the seemingly hasty manner the he didn't quite understand... In all his time with the demon he'd never seen him act in such a way... The older man always said something or gave him a knowing glance, an instruction, a comment... But there was nothing, not a word, not a look.

The boy stood there in silence for a moment before he moved to the dead animal, now identified as a wild boar, grabbing the harshly scented beast by a naturally curved tusk protruding from it's snot, dragging it into a room opposite the direction his master had stormed off to, knowing he'd have to clean the room later.

'What was that... That odd feeling of... Of emptiness... What is wrong with him?' Haku thought as he skinned and cleaned the pig, hoisting it onto a spit and beginning the process of roasting it over a charred cooking pit within the room, preparing it for the evening meal not long away. The boy's usual happy, slightly carefree attitude was displaced by this feeling of uneasiness.

The rest of the evening past slowly, painfully for Haku, almost agonizingly so. Looking outside, he saw the darkness he'd almost not realized was creeping up on the dwelling, he took the remaining candles from the night before, lit them all the placed them on the larger table in the main room, setting places for him and his master before dishing out the now cooked wild pork and small servings of rice left over from previous meals, allowing Zabuza more than himself of course.

Once the places were set and all was ready Haku stood, in silence, approaching his master's door and knocking quietly. All was silent, for a brief and fleeting moment the boy was worried... Very worried that something had happened to his master; of course until he heard an annoyed, gruff, grunt from the other side of the paper screen door.

"Zabuza-San... Dinner is ready..." he spoke steadily, matter-of-factly, nearly emotionless in his speech.

There was a rustling from the other side of the door before the much larger man emerged, his usual garments not to be seen, instead replaced by a long, heavy robe, reaching his ankles; as he past his young charge Haku could smell him, the fabric was fresh, clean... Different; instead of the usual stagnant stench of Zabuza's un-bathed form that he'd become so accustomed and happy with, only the scent of the demon's natural musk remained. The young ninja felt a shiver run up his spine at this realization... Hoping in his retreating form, his master hadn't noticed... Thankfully, such was the case.

Haku just stood there in a daze for a moment, before...

"Haku..." the stern and harsh voice of the older man snapped him from his dreaming, the boy rushed to his place across the table from the masked man, pouring the tea he'd prepared for the meal.

They ate in silence, he longed to ask his master if something was wrong... If he'd displeased him in some way to earn this horrible silence... To apologize for anything he'd done out of place.

But...

As he opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't..." The deep voice stopped him. "Save your breath kid..." Zabuza interjected, taking a generous gulp of tea as he pushed another shred of pork into his mouth with a lump of rice, chewed and swallowed.

"But Zabuz-..." he was cut off yet again.

"I said don't!" these words were firm and harsh, taking him aback just slightly...

Haku felt... Something... Odd, inside... It hit him in his chest, it was warm but cold... Happy but sad... Full yet empty... What was this feeling? He wondered quietly... The young tool hadn't touched his food, instead he'd been sitting there, staring at the man before him, a blank expression on his face, a feeling of total shock, almost as if this man had stabbed him in the chest; but he wouldn't show it.

"Eat..." The deep, almost liquid voice of this dreadful man chimed again. "Or go to bed hungry..." It was a rule, they ate together or not at all... More like, Haku ate, when he ate... Or not at all.

"Yes, sir..." he dropped his gaze to the half empty bowl of rice and the small helping of pork on his plate. The sounds of crickets began outside, filling the room with a serene quiet as he began to eat slowly, one piece at a time, sipping his tea. Merely a few bites in his master stood, without a word once more, signaling the meal was over... Haku, without another bite, collected the dishes and took them into the kitchen as his master disappeared to his room.

A sight escaped the boy's lips...

"What have I done?" he asked himself... 'Why...?' His thoughts chimed in. "Why what?" he spoke to the voice within his head... 'Why do you care? Another mistake... Another punishment... Just as the rain comes and goes...' He pondered his own thoughts for a moment... The moonlight slowly peaking into a small window, casting light upon his soft flawless face, wide eyes looked sad... Though he'd deny this to the bitter end...

Once his duties were complete Haku slipped once more into his room, unfolding his futon, grabbing the accompanying blanket, spreading it over the mattress before he changed for the night, a simple white sleep robe... Nothing extraordinary to say the least, before he crawled into bed, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes... Drifting into an always restless sleep.

Hours Later

Sometime later, Haku didn't quite know how long... A soft noise pierced his ears, rousing his slumber, hand instinctively slipping beneath his pillow for the weapon concealed there... Eyes mere slits to survey the area without alerting a possible enemy... There was nothing in the room, nothing that wasn't supposed to be there... His paper thin slits of eyes moved to the door... 'Z...Zabuza?' He questioned his sight quietly...

There, in the doorway to his room, the door barely cracked, stood his master... The moonlight through his window shown upon that strong... Hansom face. 'But why?' He wondered... Why would his master spy on him so? He didn't move under the gaze of older man; noticing immediately that this look was one... One he'd never seen before, it was soft. Very soft, his eyes spot volumes of emotion that the boy could not read, the odd actions of the demon seemed to be reoccurring tonight. Suddenly Haku felt heat beginning to rise to his cheeks, the gentle pink hue of a blush covering his porcelain skin, he tried to suppress it, really he did, but when this warm feeling in his face and another glace as Zabuza caused an odd flutter in his chest... He gasped, giving away his awakened state, causing a chocked expression of realization to press his sensei's face, the door slamming shut, followed by a few stomping footsteps and another door slam.

Large doe eyes opened fully now and he sat up, loose hair falling into his face. Gentle fingers raised to his cheek, feeling the warmth that radiated there, free hand moving to his chest, clenching the fabric of his robe for a brief moment... 'What is happening with me?' He questioned himself... No, he questioned these strange feelings... That was it... Feelings, something that'd become foreign to him over his time with the demon he called master...

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"Shit..." Zabuza cursed himself... Slamming his door as he turned on his heels and stood before his futon, falling deliberately face-first into the mattress with a bit of a thud.

He'd done it again... Admiring the boy's form...

"Shit..." He growled at himself behind the bandages he still wore, too lazy to remove him, the moonlight revealing clearly the sweat that dripped from his brow. "Fucking hormones..." he growled yet again, stuffing his face under his pillow, not moving again for the night.

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Haku didn't resume sleep that night... Instead he stayed, thinking about what was going on... Periodically he'd hear muffled curses from the room across the hall, then a thud of something having been thrown... Then silence... And snoring...

"I don't understand master..." he whispered to himself, the warm breath of the young man passing over chilled lips, breath showing wisps of feather light fog in the night.

Time passed incredibly fast that night, Haku couldn't remember the last time morning had come so quickly in his mind. Perhaps he'd dozed off... Or was the fact that he'd rather have stayed there, pondering the expression on his master's face, than get up and begin the day...

The boy wouldn't have time to find out as sunlight peaked over the horizon and gleamed into his window, causing him to raise a hand to defend his night shade adjusted eyes. With a sigh the pretty young man sat up, blanket falling around his waist as he rolled to sit on his knees and stand on the floor. Moving to the wash basin on the table in the corner of the room, Haku took the large bowl in hand and left the room, filling it with water from the pump outside; robe having lazily loosened and fallen to expose his left shoulder and a small expanse of his back, allowing the morning chill to creep over his skin. Once the bowl was full he retreated to his room yet again.

Having been unaware that there were eyes following his every move once he'd stepped into the morning light.

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Zabuza peaked through his window... Like some sort of peeping tom... Or perhaps a perverted bird watcher; whatever the case may be. The demon watched his younger companion step into the slightly misty, dew filled morning and fill his wash bowl, eyes suspiciously drawn to the newly exposed patch of flawlessly creamy skin that had been exposed by the fallen cloth.

'You're pathetic' His own thoughts chimed in. 'He is a tool and nothing more... A weapon to destroy those that appose you... Not some play thing for your enjoyment' He grunted... 'But why not... He is MY tool... MY weapon... I can use him any way that I may choose...' As Haku returned to the indoors, Zabuza turned from the window and leaned to sit against the wall. 'Yet...Why should I? I've not needed anything in such a manner from that boy yet... Why would I now?' He mumbled scratching the back of his neck. 'You truly are pathetic...' The demon grumbled again...

"Shut up..." he said to himself. Not surprisingly... Zabuza wanted to kill something. (Duh... x3)

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Haku made it back to his room, thoughts still flooded his mind about what his master could've been doing, watching him sleep like that. But he focused on the task at hand, taking a dry cloth from beside the bowl, dipping it in the water, he picked up a small flower that'd been in a tiny vase next to the tub, pulling the petals from it, he ripped the petals in two, dropping them into the water; allowing a moment for the petal's potent scent to fill the water, he undid loosened his robe, allowing it to slowly slip down his shoulders so he could pull his arms from the sleeves.

Once he was disrobed to his waist, Haku grabbed the cloth from the bowl and rang it nearly dry, beginning at his neck he rubbed the cloth over his pale skin in slow, deliberate circles. Trailed over each arm and down his chest, reaching around his side, he washed as much of his back as could be reached by one hand before switching to the other... Reaching as much of his back as possible. Once that was finished, Haku stood, allowing his loosened robe to pool around his socked feet, sitting once more upon the floor he ran the cloth over each leg, each thigh...

Suddenly Haku found his master's face coming back to mind as he washed himself of yesterdays filth... Yet again that odd creeping heat made its was to his face, the rag now being washed over his back side and between his legs. He found himself biting his bottom lip as he washed the last parts of his body, master still in mind... Another odd sensation knotted in the pit of his stomach... One he'd never felt before... The cloth lingered at his groin, his face hot and pink, warm breath huffing into the air still, the vision of the demon's face, the look in his eye, it grew stronger... Until...

"Haku!" That deep malicious voice knocked him into reality yet again, he hurried to get dressed, grabbing another yukata. This one a soft yellow, the soft pattern of autumn leaves falling over the fabric as Haku rapidly combed out his hair and did it up in the bun he was so use to wearing before rushing to his master's beck and call.

"Yes, Zabuza-San" he replied, standing outside the door, hands clasped together in front of him, face expressionless, head bowed slightly as he awaited an answer.

"Water..." Was all he heard... Haku nodded, knowingly.

Leaving his master's door fron the returned to his room, took the wash basin from the table and dumped the remaining water over the side of the porch outside his room before returning to the front to refill the bowl; eyes from the window, watching his haste; as he returned quickly to his masters room, entering without a word and placing the bowl on a similar table to his own, hurriedly retrieving the cloth he'd used and setting it within the bowl for his master's use. As he bowed and began to leave his master in peace...

"I didn't say you could go..." Zabuza hadn't turned to face him yet... He just sat on his mattress, in none but a disheveled robe.

Haku froze and turned back to the voice, bowing.

"Forgive me, sir." he stood straight, awaiting what was to come next.

"Wash..." The demon spoke...

'Something's weird... Why is he so quiet?' Haku wondered, true Zabuza wasn't the talkative type... But he wasn't speechless... And he certainly had never once asked the boy to wash him... Told more like... Perhaps they were relaxing before in a spring and he'd scrubbed the older man's back... But that was different... Wasn't it?

"Yes, Zabuza." Haku retrieved the bowl from the table and set it on the floor near the mattress, sitting upon his knees behind the demon he carefully pulled the robe down his master's shoulders, grabbing the cloth and wringing it out he placed the call wet fabric against tanned skin...

'So warm...' He thought... 'So very warm...' The boy washed him slowly, feeling each ridge and curve of his back, each crest and valley of his spine, becoming enveloped in this simple task. Yet... 'Why? Why do I feel like this? I... I want to...' a huff of warm breath escaped his lips, onto Zaboza's neck, causing the thin hairs there to stand on end... '...To taste...' Before the boy could stop himself, he leaned forward, pressing his pillow soft lips to the nape of his master's neck... Eyes closed he kissed there... 'So very warm...' He thought again, his own body was warm as well, getting warmer by the moment, the flush on his cheeks had softened to a rosey pink. Yet...

The flood of sweetness Haku was swimming in, came to a crashing halt, as he himself went crashing to the floor. Those large earth colored eyes looked up at the large man now looming over his smaller frame, wondering what was to be done with him... What would be his punishment for stepping so far out of line?

"Leave..." was all the hard, cold voice spoke... The happy warmth he felt a moment ago completely forgotten as that word chilled his bones... "Now..." Haku scrambled to his knees and bowed deeply in sorrowful apology before hurrying from the room, the door being slammed by his master behind him.

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He gripped his chest... Large tanned hand grabbing at the flesh above where a heart should reside...

"How dare he... How dare he make me feel... I have no heart... How can one with no heart... Have such a feeling...?" It was less a question than a statement... He was sweating cold, a look of angry shock and confusion upon his face...

'You idiot!' His mind screamed. 'Why did you ask him in here!? You knew this would happen! You knew! So stupid!' Constantly plagued by the voices in his head... Constantly ridiculed and belittled by himself... That's what made him himself... Constantly trying to prove how strong... How powerful and how evil he was... Not to everyone... But to himself...

This had been a moment of weakness... Something out of his control; and he was beating himself up for it, insulting such feelings, he'd felt nothing upon killing innocents, yet at the touch of his young companion he felt a strange flutter in his chest.

"Damn it..." he cursed, grabbing the cloth from the bed and finishing washing on his own, throwing the rag into the bowl and getting dressed in his usual gear, leaving the room.

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Haku ran from the room, he ran into his room in fact, running out onto the porch, leaning against a support beam and curling his legs to his chest.

"Why... Did I do that?" he raised his hand to touch his lips, remembering the salty sweet taste of the demon's skin... A realization dawned upon his pretty little head...

'It was worth the trouble...' He smiled in agreement with such a thought... A new taste, a new memory... A new moment in time he would never forget, and it was worth his master's anger, completely and totally.

Having calmed his fears now, Haku stood and went back inside, pulling the blanket and pillow from the mattress he folded the linen and curled the futon, placing the blanket and pillow atop it in a neat and tidy manner before he left the room again, sliding his door shut, he'd heard the loud stomping footsteps of the larger man as he exited his own room, Haku went into the main area and began to tidy up, still a mess of muddy steps and blood upon the floor, the stench of dead hog lingered in the air. As he entered the room he found the infamous Demon of the Hidden Mist standing near the door, large cleaver in hand.

"I'll return later..." Were the words he spoke before opening the door and leaving for the day...

Haku nodded and went back to his task, but inside he felt heavy, weighted down by some unknown force, some new emotion... A burden that felt so foreign but at the same time felt so much like it belonged... The cold way his master was acting, as the boy thought about it, the weight became heavier, sadder.

'He's always cold that way... What's wrong with me? Nothing has changed.' He thought to himself... 'You're wrong... The frigid looks are different, he's treating you like an enemy now... Not a tool...' He paused wiping up the mud at that point. 'But why? He can do as he likes... I've not apposed him... And I've no mind to.' He nodded and continued. 'But... Why was he staring? Watching me sleep? Planning on killing me? No... He could've done that long ago. Wanting to wake me to do something for him? But... Why didn't he? Maybe, maybe he just... Just wanted to see me?'

"Enough!" Haku shook off those thoughts, finding them utterly ridiculous as he cleaned the room, once this task was finished he stood, put on his sandals, grabbed his basket from beside the door and left to go pick flowers for the day. True it was still wet outside from yesterdays rain but, the wetness only made the flowers more beautiful, the scent of the rain was soothing, the wet grass crunching happily beneath his feet...

After a short walk through the dense forest, Haku comes to a nicely sized clearing... The sun shown perfectly upon it, in the haze of the faded rain, a rainbow pierced the sky in a beautiful array of colors. A feeling of peace descended on Haku yet again as he kneeled in the middle of the field, gently picking a soft purple colored flower and holding it to his nose, beautiful chocolate eyes merely half open as he took in the scent of the simple petals.

The boy was aware that he was being watched... By who he didn't know, but he was sure to find out, as he placed the flower in the basket in a seemingly innocent manner, he quickly grabbed one of his common needles, whipping his wrist quickly toward the forest on his right, embedding the shred of metal in a tree with a snapping thud, disrupting a bird or two; a shower of rain drops fell from the shaken leaves.

"Stop hiding... I know you're there..." his voice chided, in it's usual calm, sweet manner. As he waited to see who it was, he grew silently impatient. When...

Nothing... Nothing happened, Haku grew slightly angry, though it didn't show. Whatever form was hiding there took off, pouncing high into another tree. The boy stood and followed in pursuit, the grass whipping at his ankles as he jumped high as well into the trees, following the shadowy figure in the morning light. Whoever it was, they were fast... Really fast. As he ran Haku felt a tug at the back of his head, while jumping from one tree to another, he felt his dark strands fall against his porcelain face; his bun cover had been snagged.

'I will catch you!' He sort of cheered himself on, there was a glint of metal ahead of him, 'Yes, I'm catching up!' As they neared a clearing and the mysterious figure jumped away, the light fell upon it's shadowed form... Light glaring into Haku's eyes as he followed in suit, through the bright, blinding morning light being flashed into his eyes, he could see a familiar figure behind that large sword...

'Wait... Large sword?!' As he squinted through the blinding light still trying to catch up the words passed his lips.

"Zabuza-San?" he whispered, curious as to why his master would spy on him yet again.

As they ran, Haku's foot snagged a root arched up in the clearing, tripping forward. Feeling himself falling forward, he closed his eyes and held his arms in front of his face, bracing himself for the short fall and impact with the ground... But it didn't come, he felt secure, strong arms wrapped around his back, his face collided with a firm, yet soft structure... And he found himself thinking...

'So warm...' This caused his eyes to snap open, finding only a powerful tan chest in his line of sight, hands sprawled across the smooth yet scarred skin. Head slowly tilted up, looking sideways up at his master, the sweetest expression of confusion on his face.

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Zabuza watched the boy in the clearing, picking flowers... But why...

'Leave... Leave now... You're a fool to watch him like this... LEAVE!' As he turned to go, the demon heard the zip of a needle and it's collision with the tree. He froze, hearing the boy's words before he took off in the opposite direction; knowing in the back of his mind that the boy would follow.

'Damn it, he saw! Faster damn it! Faster!' He cursed himself to move faster, far enough ahead of his young charge not to be recognized, leaping from tree to tree, into yet another clearing; hearing those swift steps behind him, knowing he'd taught the boy great speed... Escaping this would be a bit of a challenge.

His name... Haku had called his name...

'Shit! He knows!' Cursing himself again... Yet, just as quickly as those fast steps had begun, they stopped, causing Zabuza to look back in question at his young charge, seeing the boy falling fast he dug his foot into the ground and rushed back, catching the small form in his arms.

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There they stood, looking between one another, Haku's expression of curiosity and questioning sunk into the demon's face, his own expression of slight concern was hardly masked by the usual hard and callous features. Helping the boy to find his balance, Zabuza's hand raise to his cheek for a moment, caressing the delicate jaw bone of his weapon, examining each confused line in the young man's face.

"T...Thank you Zabuza-San..." the soft voice spoke, breaking the spell the demon had been under. A smile crossing those gentle lips.

"Hn..." the grunt replied, quickly dropping the embrace for the boy to stand on his own... Sort of a ' Don't Mention It ' Kind of thing...

"But..." This restart of words from the younger male caused his eyes to narrow slightly... "Why... Was Zabuza-San hiding in the trees?" soft chestnut eyes asked just as much as his voice did, looking up at the beast like that, with that innocent expression... Almost made his heart break...

Heart break? He didn't have a heart remember...

"I... Didn't... Wish to disturb you..." he lied... Well it wasn't really a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either, he looked away, eyes narrowing farther.

"Is something wrong, master?" the soft whisper continued.

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Haku wasn't an idiot... He knew better.

'Why is he lying to me?' The boy wondered... 'Look at him, trying to think of an answer... I've no right to question him this way... Not after all he's done for me... But still... I want to... Taste again...' Haku was losing control of himself again... A hand raised to his master's cheek, it was almost like an out-of-body experience for the younger male... Watching himself do these things, but not being able to stop himself from doing them... Caressing that cheek softly before he raised up on tip toe, pressing his lips again to his master's body, but this time above the bandage mask that was always in place, tasting the breath, the hot breath that flowed behind it. Haku was lost in this odd feeling... Something he hadn't felt in so long... What was it? Completion? Wholeness? Fulfillment? He couldn't place it...

Strong hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him, and his mouth, away from that of his master.

"Za...buza-San..." Haku muttered between odd fits of flustered warmth in his pale cheeks.

That intense gaze... It bore through him like the sharpest of blades.

'What is this look? Why does he look at me like this?' The angelic young man asked himself as the morning light peaked higher above the trees. In his stupefied daze he heard something, the movement of fabric before there was another warmth, stronger this time.

"Mmph." he mumbled in surprise against the hot mouth of his companion.

Those lips... Those perfectly rough, yet feather soft lips. Why were they, so warm? So filling? He was lost, felt as if he was falling and unable to catch himself. But the moment seemed to pass all too quickly, just as quickly as the delicious warmth of his master's mouth had covered his own it was gone. Haku's vision cleared and he gazed upon that strong, hansom face that he'd known for a great deal of his life.

"Mas-..." He was cut off once more by that sweet mouth, but it was different this time, almost hungry if he didn't know any better, he felt movement, the demon grabbed him roughly around the waist and pulled him into a hard embrace, mouth ravishing his own. The boy felt a tickle over his lips and teeth, when he didn't do anything he felt it again, harder, more prominent... Realizing it must've been his master's doing (duh...) he opened his mouth a slight bit in compliance, only to feel the offending bit slip into his mouth, past his teeth, moving over his tongue in a forceful but playful manner.

It didn't last long enough as he felt himself pull away, unable to hold his breath any longer. With the kiss broken he looked up into the uncovered face of his hansom master, there was that look again, what was it... A word then came to mind...

'Adoration...' He thought to himself...

But Zabuza had every right to stare at him in such a way, the boy was a sight to behold, his face... His entire face was a beautiful shade of pink, lips slightly parted and pouting gently, chest rising and falling rapidly to catch his breath... The embodiment of beauty, one could say.

"Master?" He asked quietly once his breathing calmed, he didn't get an answer... At least not one he would have expected or understood.

The larger man turned away from him, grabbing his wrist harshly and pulling him along through the forest back towards their house.

"But... My basket!" Haku whined, not wanting to leave it behind.

"Later..." Was the answer he received as he was tugged along, confused.

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'Damn that kid...' His thoughts plagued him as he held the boy in his arms, feeling the soft lips of his charge upon his own through his mask, he let out a long, rigid breath... 'I have to stop this...' grabbing Haku's shoulders he pushed him down slightly... But as soon as he gazed upon the angelic face of his charge... Zabuza, Demon of the Hidden Mist... Lost his resolve.

Quickly he undid the bandages around his face and pulled the boy closer, pressing his battle-worn lips over the pillow soft ones of his companion. Pulling his body even closer still...

'Weak.. Pathetic... Stupid... Human...' He cursed himself yet again... But did nothing to stop. Tongue pressing against Haku's lips and teeth, asking for entry into the warm recesses of his mouth. When he didn't get an answer, the older man pressed a little harder, feeling a gently rush of warm air into his mouth as the boy opened his, practically jumping at the opportunity his own tongue sped into that sweet cave, feeling a nearly silken tongue against his own, tasting the essence of Haku's being...

Then it ended. Haku pulled away... The larger man felt a thumping in his chest, it pounded in his ears as he looked upon that perfect face... The blushing, the lips... The way he was panting.

'Damn him!' he growled... 'Gotta move... MOVE NOW!' He willed his oddly weak legs to move, but yet unwilling to let the boy go as he question what was going on, Zabuza grabbed his delicate wrist and pulled him along to what they currently knew as, home.

"But... My basket!" He heard the soft voice say in a worried tone.

'Touching...' He thought... 'No! Not touching! Pathetic!' He willed his thoughts to stop as he pulled the boy along.

"Later..." He said... 'After we get this sorted out...' He shook his thoughts off again.

A short while later

Haku felt himself being pressed into the wood of the table, his master's arms around his waist, lips pressing in a bruising manner against his own, the boy could only follow his instinct and do what he felt was right... And in this case that would be...

'More more MORE!' He yelled in his own mind... 'What is he doing to me?' Asking himself... 'I dunno... I don't care... But... I WANT MORE!' Zabuza had taught him to take whatever it is he wanted by any means necessary. Haku didn't dare question his teachings, the boy did as his body told him, lifting his leg and wrapping it around his master's waist, arms around his neck.

Haku whimpered gently, feeling a slightly harsh nibble on his lip, previously closed eyes opening just slightly enough to see the strong face of his master as the demon's teeth pricked and nipped at his lip, drawing a bit of blood, only to have it suckled away.

Something felt wrong... Not this... This felt wonderful, despite his bloody lip, as the older man gnawed upon it.

"Mmph!" The boy mumbled against the harsh kisses, feeling a hand slip up into his hair, fingers slipping into the long dark locks before taking a tight grip, pulling his head back, causing a slightly alarmed yelp to escape the young assassin's mouth, gaze now fell on the wall behind them, the kisses, licks, nibbles and nips once laid upon his lips now adorned his neck, bruises and bite marks would surely be present once they were finished. "Ma...Master..." he whimpered.

Something clicked in Haku's head... Pushing roughly against his master's chest he grunted at the impressive weight of his body, flipping the larger man off of him.

Then...

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HUZZAH! CHAPTER ONE!

I enjoyed writing this so much... SO MUCH! I will surely update quickly... Within a couple of days at least I hope :3. Please comment! Please please please!!

Truthfully... I don't give one flying bucket of yak poo what you people think :3 But, it would be nice if you told me anyway.

Blu