A/N: Wow here we go again? This is probably gonna end up deferring from the manga a little bit... sorry guys... also fuck the police I'm making it M, as per the request of the beautiful people who actually take time out of their days to read this. You guys make my life worth living let's get married.
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You could always see right through Haku. His feelings were always plastered on his face, althogh whether this was conscious or not you could never tell. Still, even now you can see that he is expecting something from you. The thought of baring the disgusting truth of your emotions sends freezing dread seeping through your chest. Warily you watch him blink those deep eyes at you and force a hand up to brush back his hair. His eyes are saying it long before he speaks the words aloud- he's finally going to tell you he fucking loves you and you are nothing if not unprepared. Your suspicions are confirmed the minute the boy opens his mouth.
"Zabuza-sama, I never got the chance to tell you this before bu-" and you tear the bandages from your face and press your mouth against his, effectively stopping his speech in its tracks.
And now, now that you are kissing him again after years of lying stone cold dead underground, you feel fire bloom in your stomach. His delicate body threatens to snap in your arms as you pull him forward and kiss him hard. Your mouth forces his to open, those velvet lips and tongue flowering against your pointed teeth. He breathes heavily against you. His body conforms to the shape of yours and two arms struggle against unseen bounds in order to lay against your back. The moment you break away to take a breath, he swallows and keeps trying.
"Zabuza-sama, I-" you manage to cut him off again, and this time you thread your fingers through his hair and hold his face against yours.
He seems to give up the prospect of talking at that point, yet you cannot tear yourself from him now that you've started. With damp palms you paw at his body, recalling every curve and depression as soon as you touch it again. You push him to the ground- in the middle of this clearing, surrounded by trees and tall weeds- and press him against the earth with your body and mouth until you hear him gasping. At long last you press your groin against his again- and you know, you've always known, that what you do to him is wrong and ugly and dishonorable, but hell if you'll stop now that you have one more chance before you're both sent back to the grave. Your resurrection makes you uneasy- you don't know why you've been awoken, or by whom, and it scares the shit out of you. But by now, as Haku arches shamelessly against you and nips your bottom lip, you're ready to kiss the feet of whoever made it possible. No longer do you care about honor, you've already died and known the pain of being denied the rest of your life with Haku. Now you are grateful for one last chance.
"Zabuza-sama..."
Suddenly he's ruining it all by trying to talk again, and this time kissing him isn't stopping it. You attack his clothes with your fingernails and clench your teeth hard when his voice sends frigid knives pounding into your chest.
"Zabuza-sama, please, I want to tell you that I-" You grip his cock and pump it, pressing your mouths together again and curling your other fist into the grass beneath you. He grips your bicep, digging his fingernails into your skin, and kisses you back with a ferocity you never saw in him when you were alive. His hands slide from your arms to your chest, pulling your shirt open. Those silky white fingers slink over your skin, up your neck, and cup your jaw.
"Za-" he barely has time to whisper before you cut him off in exasperation.
"Shut the fuck up, Haku!"
It comes out with more malice than you meant, but although you feel guilty you do not let up. His cock weeps into your hand and you continue to stroke it, pressing small, quick kisses to his cheek as an apology. He is more subdued after this, and no longer tries to say a thing. He still kisses you and sighs as you touch him, and you try furiously to convince yourself that you're happy that he's given up trying to confess. A small, soft hand slides down to brush over your clothed erection and your mind goes blank. You go through the achingly familiar exercise of prepping him, asking if he's ready- to which he simply nods- and as you roll him onto his stomach and press slowly into him you open your eyes and look down at him for the first time since you descended into the grass.
Haku is twice as beautiful as you remember- much too beautiful to be male, or even to be human. His dark chocolate hair cascades from his head and over his shoulders like a waterfall, having fallen from its bun when you grabbed hold of it earlier. The skin of his back and shoulders is smooth, milky white. His darkened eyes are narrowed against the sunlight and glassy with lust, his cheeks are red, and his lips are swollen and wet. He's breathing hard and shit, you'd forgotten how tight he was. You pick up speed without realizing it, thrusting into him hard enough to elicit a moan here and there. You find yourself talking before you can stop yourself, overcome with an intense feeling that has long since encompassed your entire shuddering body.
"Haku, tell me," you hiss before you can think about how pathetic you'll sound- how weak and needy. "Unh- tell me what you wanted t'say."
His reply is nothing more than a noise, and all at once you are torn between fucking him and listening to him. You force your body to a halt and, while still buried to the hilt inside him, flip his body over so he can look you in the eye as he always loved to do. Shards of dry grass cling to his hair and moistened skin. He blinks rapidly at you, that expectant look still drilling into your eyes. You bare your teeth, curse, hiss, and breathe hard to try and stop the rapid beating of your heart from betraying you. You used to be so composed. Where has the renowned Momochi Zabuza gone? The one that your enemies feared- that even your friends feared?
"I love you so much, Haku," you spit, and the last ghost of your former self is gone in a single breath.
You hardly hear Haku's response. The first few sentences sound garbled and far away. You hide your caustic shame in the deep thrusting of your hips and make no effort to discern what Haku is saying to you.
"…for a long time, since I first met you, Zabuza-sama… in love with you… …not afraid, never afraid…"
You dig your fingers into the soil of the clearing and fuck him hard, leaning over him, pressing his thighs against his stomach, dragging your teeth over the skin of his neck and pressing deep, deep inside him. The clearing is silent save for your muffled growls and gasps and the muted sound of skin connecting with skin. As the muscles in your stomach begin to tighten you lean forward and touch your shivering lips to his. His breath is cool, his voice is the sweetest fucking sound you've ever heard. You orgasm in unison, not kissing him, but simply relishing the feathery sensation of his lips against yours.
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Wow Zabuza is so much harder to write than Haku, he's not as poetic or sentimental- at least that's not how I imagine him. It's hard for a giant fucking sap like me to write straightforward stuff and not go off and describe a bunch of flowery shit, which is exactly what I ended up doing anyway awffffff. (His cursing is no problem though, huhuhu)
Last chapter after I graduate… or sooner if my Econ teacher stops giving us goddamn homework for the last stupid week UGH GET OUT