May I Sir?

A.N.: Trying to catch up to my stories. Just give me a minute.

P.S.: This is between Zabuza and me. Just pretend you're the person in the story. I use Sir and Master instead of Zabuza just so you know.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

I don't really recall how we met, Sir and I. Everything is still a blur and just now I am rediscovering things that I had long forgotten. Or so I thought I had. I can't even count the number of years Sir and I had been living together and travelling. He found me when I was a child. Perhaps I was about two or three. Memory still eludes me of that time. But I do know that I was never the same since then. Of the 10+ years I had spent with Sir, I still have not yet learned my master's name. Nor will he release it to me. Probably best that he doesn't anyway. I am resentful that he knows everything of me and I nothing of him. But I could never stay mad at Sir for long. I can't even recall a time when I was mad at him.

From the day that he had picked me from the ashes of my former home, I knew that Sir and I were right for each other. He did have some violent tendencies of which I was subject, but he was slowly learning to aim for the wall and not my body. He would bandage me up whenever he forgot his meditations, and when I was sleeping he'd kiss the wounds he made. But Sir never left a scar on my body. Not once did he ever leave me incapacitated either. Maybe it's because he needs an able-bodied servant. I prefer to think it's because he doesn't want me to get hurt.

I shifted in the makeshift bed that Master had prepared for me just before he left. If he didn't do anything else, Sir made sure that I was comfortable. I pulled the grey sheets closer to my body as I tried to preserve some heat. Sir had told me we couldn't make a fire because it would alert people to our presence. I had gasped at the comment but readily agreed to deal with the coldness for tonight. After all, I didn't want people to take Sir away from me. As I snuggled under the blankets even more, I sighed and watched my breath materialize into white smoke. The campsite was pretty boring when Master wasn't around. It was pretty scary as well. I would never admit it to Master, but whenever he was around, I felt safe. I knew that nothing could hurt me because Sir would always chase the 'monsters' away.

I nearly jumped at the crunching leaves that Sir deliberately stepped on. He always did this to alert me to his presence. He tried to stay out of 'stealth mode' when he was returning from missions unless someone was hot on his trail. Sitting up quickly, I turned and looked at the man who was my mentor. He was finally in arm's reach; I could actually touch his skin. Snatching a blanket up around me, I scurried over to Master and smiled. "Sir", I called out happily to the man. He seemed to disregard the biting cold as he took the skin-tight shirt off of himself. Tossing it to the ground, Sir faced me as I looked up at him. "You're back Sir." I was extremely happy but I kept a straight face. Master grunted and began tugging at his headband. When he got the black thing off, he sat on the ground and placed his head in his hands. I was waiting for him to permit me to touch him. I rocked on my heels as I waited for the grunt or nod that would grant me that. Sometimes Sir wouldn't let me, but most times he did.

After we had been waiting for 10 minutes, I could hold my peace no longer. Sir was silently resting as he sat up and probably didn't want to be bothered. But I wanted to touch him. I wanted to show Master how much I had missed him. So without warning, I walked over to him and knelt before him. Leaning forward, I placed my arms around his huge torso and placed my head on his shoulder. "I missed you Sir", I whispered. He made no move to shake me off and his body relaxed in my touch. Looking up in his face once more, I raised my finger and touched the bandages on his mouth. "Sir may I?" Master grunted and placed his sweaty forehead against mine. I gently slipped a finger into the top part of the bandages and began tugging at them. I watched the sterile white ribbons fall, one by one, until they all lay in a pile between Sir and I.

Now I could see the face of the one that I had grown to love. His short hair was matted to his head in certain areas; a result of the activities that Sir had done before returning back to me. I preferred Sir like this. It was in these moments that I got a good look of who he really was. I closed my eyes and was surprised when I felt soft breath on my cheeks. When I flicked my eyelids back open, I was looking at the mouth of Sir. Saliva coated the thin lips and a small dribble of blood came from one corner. Master was so tempting, his lips especially. Slowly I leaned in, closer and closer to my desire. "May I Sir?" Master didn't even question what I was doing. He simply grunted again. And that's when I did it. I kissed him on the lips.

My small tongue snaked out and licked Sir's lips asking for entrance. He opened his mouth and made no move to stop me as I swirled my unpracticed tongue in his mouth. My kiss was met with greater passion as his tongue came to life. I could hear the wet smacking of our love as we kissed each other. Sir's hands pulled me close and I tangled my fingers in the mass of sweaty blackness on his head. Only when he pulled away from me and nipped my neck did I release breath. I knew that Sir and I were meant for each other. I felt the man recline under me and I allowed myself to go with him. As he threw the blanket around us both and wrapped his arms around me, I laid my head on his chest. "May I sir?" I yawn the question to him, sleepy suddenly. Master grunted in reply. That was the last thing I remember between Sir and I.

A.N.: If you cared to read the introduction, you would know I was speaking of Zabuza.

P.S.: This one was wishy-washy I guess.